#i know i’m on hiatus but i woke up in a cold sweat with this idea

[bookish-whore]

Falling Part X

Azriel x Reader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Heavy Content (nightmares, SA Trauma, flashbacks)

A/N: After a long hiatus, IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!! If you’re new to this fic then welcome and if you are one of my og readers welcome back. I can’t thank you all enough for your support for this story and I am so ready to continue this journey. I hope you guys like it!! (also this one is definitely for the Lucien shippers ❤️)

My Masterlist -> Here

Falling Masterlist -> Here

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It had been months since Azriel came to the Day Court, but our conversation replayed on a continuous loop in my mind:

“Please don’t go y/n” he begged “Not like this please just- fuck I know how it seems but I have been honest, doesn’t that count for something? I know- I know I hurt you and I hurt Elain but If you just give me a chance, I can fix this, I can fix us.” “I can’t Az” I said, my own tears falling in tandem with his “maybe someday I can forgive you and we can move past this, but not right now” I made my way to the door, reaching for the knob to leave when his voice halted me. “I’m not giving up y/n” he said “I promise you; I don’t care how long it takes. Even if it takes an eternity, I am not giving up on this.”

I went over our last interaction constantly, the desperation in his eyes as I left him on his knees in that room. I felt confident in the moment but leaving him there didn’t make me feel better about any of this, about Elain or our situation. If anything it had left me more confused about what I wanted.

It had also been months since the incident, and I wasn’t sleeping. I found myself plagued by nightmares. No matter what I tried I would wake up every night in a cold sweat the sound of that voice ringing in my head.

“you’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?”

It was paralyzing, I knew that I was safe and in my own bed, but I could feel the chill of the night air as it sank into my bones, I could feel the rough texture of the alley as it scraped my back. I could smell the smoke and liquor on that male’s breath as he leaned in close to me.

“You can scream, but no one’s coming to save you”

I covered my ears, but I could still hear the distinct sound of him unbuckling his belt, the sound of fabric ripping and sliding. Every night I woke up to the feeling of being completely helpless.

But I wasn’t alone in my pain anymore.

I had my first nightmare after the meeting with Azriel and I remember three things distinctly: screaming, throwing the bedsheets off my body, and Lucien.

That night Lucien had heard my screams and barreled through the door ready to fight off an intruder only to find me curled in a ball on the floor at the foot of my bed.

He pulled me into him and didn’t let me go through it alone. He smoothed my hair from my face and let me cry into his chest while whispering words of encouragement in my ear, not that I was cognizant enough in that state to process he was even speaking.

It had become a habit, him holding me when I woke in that state. He would pick me up and tuck me into bed seating himself beside me. I would lean my head on his shoulder, and he would gently ask me If I wanted to talk about it and the times I said no, He would distract me with stories to make me feel better.

He told me about how Feyre was when she came back from under the mountain, that she would have nightmares every night about what she had done to those faeries and he told me he often wondered how Tamlin did nothing when her pain was so loud she was practically screaming to be heard, to be felt, to be understood and he told me how he was so grateful to Rhysand for bringing her back to life. During these conversations he would often tell me that if she could become who she is now out of what she endured that I too would survive and come out of this all stronger than ever.

There were also times when he thought I was asleep that he told me about his own demons, about Jesminda and his family, about lying to Feyre when she first arrived in the Spring Court, and his regret helping Tamlin align himself with Hybern for selfish reasons and how he wished he could explain that to Elain, to Nesta, how he just wanted a chance to apologize.

Lucien had become my savior and he never let me be alone, he was bringing me back to life, whether or not he knew it.

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Today was a late morning, the kind that followed a rough night of shit sleep because the same tired nightmares kept me awake, but Lucien’s calming presence was keeping me sane, he rarely slept in his own bed these days. I stretched out my limbs careful not to wake him beside me and rubbed the sleep from my eyes sitting up to appreciate the day.

It was springtime now and the Day Court was in full bloom, the vibrant colors exploding on every surface as the flowers blossomed, their aroma constantly wafting through the halls, the entangled scents of lavender, gardenia, Hyacinth, Peony and gods knows what else was constantly invading my senses.

Lucien stretched out next to me, making that small little noise in his throat he makes every morning when he wakes up.

“Good morning” I said softly

“Mhmm” he muttered into his pillow; I had learned that despite his consistently friendly demeanor Lucien Vanserra was not a morning person.

“So, what’s on the agenda today” I asked, gently hitting him with a pillow to rouse him faster.

Lucien turned over, sitting up and grabbing the pillow from my grip “Well…” he drawled out with a yawn “I was thinking we could go to the equinox festival.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“Well, you would probably know it as Starfall but it’s a weeklong endeavor here and everyone really goes all out. I mean there are markets and live music and food stalls everywhere. It’s truly a celebration and I think it would be fun.”

“Oh gods- It’s already Starfall?” I asked; my voice much smaller than I intended it to be, Lucien knew that it was one of my favorite celebrations in the Night Court and the thought that I wouldn’t be participating in it this year brought tears to my eyes, but I swiped them before he could see.

“I know how much it hurts not to be there” Lucien said pressing his forehead to mine as he grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers as his thumb drew circles on the back of it.

“New traditions right” I said softly, reiterating our agreement to work towards moving forward despite our pain.

“Right” he agreed.

“This equinox festival…it sounds like exactly what I need.”

Lucien flashed me a smile, before getting out of bed and pulling on his slippers and dressing robe.

“I’ll meet you downstairs for a late breakfast in an hour?” he asked “Then we can head into town and do some shopping.”

“Only if those lemon blueberry muffins are involved.”

“I will personally see to it.” He said with a smile.

“Then it’s a deal, see you soon Vanserra.”

He made his way to my side of the bed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head before quietly making his way to his own rooms.  

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I took my time getting ready, enjoying the warm bath and soothing salts. I only got out because the water was tepid, and I was hungry. I chose a simple green dress for our outing, it was short sleeved with a flowy skirt that was decorated with floral embroidery, it reminded me of the things I loved about springtime: the way the flowers bloomed, the way the sun shined, the way the birds sang, it reminded me of new beginnings, and I needed that kind of thinking today. I slipped on my everyday boots and pulled my hair into a braid securing it with a ribbon to keep it out of my face during the day and I made my way downstairs.

Lucien was wearing what he usually did, a simple pair of linen pants and a sleeveless vest brocaded with intricate swirling patterns, today it was gold and green. I smirked at his choice because we were practically matching. I had to admit that the green really brought out the color of his eyes, the russet one in stark contrast to the gold mechanical one that was always subtly watching, the green also brought out the fiery orange of his hair, which he had in a loose knot at the back of his head.

I turned sharply at the stairs to make my way to the dining room when Lucien gently grabbed my arm.

“I figured since we were already having a late start that we could make a day of this.”

“How so?”

“Well…” He winnowed away and appeared a moment later holding a large wicker basket “I figured we could set off to the town, taking the scenic route of course, and that we could stop by Larimar Lake to have lunch.”

I went silent, mostly because I was taken aback at the quick planning and his attention to detail. I had just mentioned last week how much I loved that lake and how I wished I could find time to visit more.

“I think that’s a great idea” I said interlocking my arm with his as we began our journey.

We walked towards the stables talking about nothing really, the weather, the flowers and our excitement for the day.

I saw the horses saddled and ready to go. Helion had gifted me Adira, she was a beautiful black mare with a thick wavy mane, she was good tempered and docile. I had taken up riding a few weeks upon arriving as a hobby and had immediately bonded with her and Helion had seen that, He gifted her to me a few days later and we had spent countless hours together. Next to her was Arion, he was Lucien’s horse a chestnut stallion, he was larger than Adira, but they got along well. The stable hands had prepped them both and were waiting for us in front of the stable. Lucien helped me get on Adira first, making sure I was settled comfortably with the reigns and secured the basket to my saddle bag before mounting Arion with ease. With a click of his tongue, both horses began at a slow pace up the winding road towards the lake.

It had been maybe two hours into our ride when we approached the lake, I could smell the water long before I saw it. It was a sight to behold. I remember Lucien told me the first time we came here that they called it Larimar Lake after a crystal of the same name that is a dazzling sparkling blue, according to an old wives tale, when the mother created Prythian she left the crystals to grow in the lake which is how it got its magnificent blue color.

I swung my leg over Adira, jumping off her onto the soft ground below and handed the reigns to Lucien who took them both to a nearby stream and secured them to a tree. He picked a spot close to the lake on a grassy patch and began setting up. He started by putting down a large blanket and setting out the contents of the basket he brought. I however had other ideas.

I quickly took off my boots discarding them and my socks near the blanket Lucien had set up and made my way to the lakes edge. I just wanted to feel the cool water on my skin, as I looked out over its vast depths I couldn’t help but admire the way the sun glittered on the surface like crystal. This- this felt like an integral part of healing, being able to see the beauty in a world that had wronged me so badly.

As I stood barefoot on the sand, letting the delicate waves wash over my feet and up to my ankles. I tipped my head back soaking in the sun’s gentle warmth.

And for a brief moment, everything else slipped away.

And I was…happy

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She was a sight for sore eyes.

I had that thought earlier when she came downstairs in that green dress. I loved her in green, the way it complimented her eyes and the perfect tone of her skin. Y/n looked good in everything but oh gods did she look radiant today.

Our relationship was complicated to say the least. In the last few months all of our time has been spent together. I mean I practically lived in her bedroom returning to my own only for a change of clothes. I also found myself craving the comfort of her presence, the way she laughed, and I mean really laughed from deep in her chest which was becoming more and more common; or the way she clung to me after her nightmares, I even found it hard to fall asleep without the steady soft snoring she did when she fell into a deep sleep.

I felt guilty for developing these feelings for her. Especially when I knew what she endured, when I knew what haunted her, the demons she was avoiding that came for her at night, I held her while she screamed and thrashed and cried and I lulled her to sleep with various stories I thought she would like. Stories that would distract her from her pain, and when I couldn’t think of any, I shared my own pain, to show her that I understood to some extent what she was going through.

I seemed to be the only person she could trust right now, and I valued that more than anything. I would never do anything to jeopardize that, but I couldn’t help but have these feelings for her. Not all the time but there were moments and I wonder if she felt them too. I don’t know exactly when it started but maybe they were always there.

I reminded myself constantly that she wasn’t ready to consider a life without Azriel, he was her mate and he would always have a hold on her life the same way Elain seemed to have a hold on mine, but I also knew that over time the mating bond felt like a headache, a dull pain that would come every once in a while as a sullen reminder of a life that could have been, but one that isn’t a reality and how could I think of what could have been when she was here and she looked so perfect, barefoot with her face angled to the sun.

Here on the lake, she was alive, and she was vibrant, and she was beautiful. Here on the lake, there was no trace of the broken woman I found that night curled into herself, no inkling of doubt, or despair, or pain. I wish I could keep her like this. In fact, I would resign myself to loving her in the shadows so long as she was happy.

I brought myself back to reality at the soft sound of her padding over and plopping herself on the blanket.

“Thank the mother, I am starving” she said grabbing one of the lemon blueberry muffins she requested, as well as various berries and popping them into her mouth

“When are you not?” I teased handing her a plate of all her favorites and a glass of wine.

“Very funny Vanserra” she said grabbing the glass and taking a sip.

“So how far out are we from the town?” she asked after a while.

“Mmmm” I took a sip of my wine “I would say another two hours or so to Illmire”

She nodded, a sly smile crossing her face as she tossed a blueberry at me. I made sure to feign a disappointing smirk at her as it bounced off my forehead and into the grass.

She saw right through it, she always did.

“So, we have a little time?” she asked

“That depends on what you have in mind.”

“I just want to enjoy this a little longer.”

“Okay, I’ll be right here.”

Her face morphed into a frown.

“What?” I asked.

“I want you to come with me.”

“Absolutely not” I said firmly “I have to pack this up and get the horses ready”

“You can spare a few minutes” she pleaded tugging my hand softly “Come on Lucien…come lay in the sun with me.”

I rolled my eyes, getting up from my position to follow her to the water’s edge, and I followed her lead, laying out on the sandy beach letting the sun warm my face.

I looked over at her, her eyes closed as she simply soaked in the sun on her face, letting the cool water gently touch her feet before receding.

If she only knew, I would do anything for her.

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I was surprised Lucien indulged me for as long as he did.

After a while he stood, pulling me up with him and made his way to the blanket, packing away the containers and folding the linens. He piled everything into the bags and secured them to Arion’s side.

I stood in anticipation, fiddling with my hands.

“Go” he said with a smile “I know you want to.”

“you’re the best” I said pressing a kiss to his cheek as I turned and ran towards the water, I pulled my dress over my head and dove in wearing just my undergarments. The water was so clear and cool. I submerged my head, diving to the bottom to look up at the sky through the water. I loved the way the sun reflected off the surface. I came up for air and floated there with my arms outstretched.

Lucien chuckled as he approached with a towel.

“Don’t worry…I planned accordingly.”

“You know me so well” I shouted.

“Take your time” he said “but there are some clouds rolling in from the north, looks like a storm.”

“Help me out?” I asked gesturing my head to the towel in his hands.

Lucien unrolled it, holding it out for me. I walked right into his arms, and he bundled it around me.

“You ready to go?” he asked

“Mhmmm” I nodded toweling my body dry and putting my dress back on, I had to re-braid my hair but it was definitely worth it.

Lucien helped me back into the saddle and we were off to Illmire.

He was right, it was about two hours, but as soon as we got into town the skies opened up and it started pouring. The townsfolk were all scrambling into shops and taverns to get out of the rain, I didn’t mind it so much and neither did Lucien but we made haste to the inn.

The innkeeper’s name was Rasmus and he was a sweet old man, he immediately took Adira and Arion to the stables and set them up for the night. Not to mention he recognized Lucien immediately and refused to let us pay for a room, he even insisted on bringing us dinner later, which worked out because the storm only worsened.

It looked like we were staying the night.

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[shiinigamism]

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【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ paint the pavement crimson red 〢 in character 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i know that i failed you woke up in a sweat 〢 closed rp 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i'm beating at the water here so desperately 〢 main verse 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ the moon is hanging low 〢 dash commentary 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i've got a scar across my forehead turning purple in the cold 〢 psa 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ everywhere at once 〢 crack 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ the redwoods feel lonely and lunar and distant 〢 text post 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ aju nice !! 〢 kassim speaks 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i'm taking everyone down with me 〢 visage 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i'd rather be kentucky fried than alive and kicking in jersey any day !! 〢 selcas 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i'm growing into someone you could trust 〢 speakers 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i'm not the person that i was then i'm tearing him away 〢 musings 】

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【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i watch the bluish glow of my shadow paint the far wall 〢 aesthetic 】

【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i feel weightless in the valley like i'm everywhere at once 〢 queue 】

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【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ i can't seem to find out where my footing is 〢 hiatus notice 】

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【 .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ you try to will yourself to stand but you can't find the strength 〢 wishlist 】

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[fic-dumpster]

i think i reached the 5 anon per hour limit or sum even tho im pretty sure i didnt??? anyways. one of the scenes in one of the weird dreams was toji with a long long long dick but thin thin thin. it was literally an uncooked spaghetti strand. i wont elaborate but what if doe has a dream about a deformed dick from bonten and goes to their room at 2am 'just checking that dick is still pretty' -qx <3

👁👁 qx anon what did you eat before going to bed. HAHSHSHAH I CANT WAIT I READ THE LAST LINE AND IM 😂😂💕🧍🏻‍♀️ hold up! Let me-

DIH || Cheeking if their dicks are still pretty

Bonten x Reader || 941 Words

Warnings: dicks, nonsense, blurb, idk what happened, manhandling. Crackfic sitcom typa thing (still in my semi-hiatus)

You woke up in a cold sweat, looking at the clock you saw it was two in the morning. Images of the dream you had filled your vision; it felt too real to be just a dream. Air couldn't reach your lungs as panic settled in your chest. What if...? What if it was true? What if it wasn't a dream? Anxiously, you scrambled out of bed; there was none home yet.

Without thinking, fueled by the fear of that nightmare, you called the first number on your phone. Less than three beeps and Mikey’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line.

“Doe? I’m on my-”

“Mikey!? Please, please, bring everyone home,” you didn't let him speak—panic in every word. “Hurry up, please.”

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Not even fifteen minutes later, eight men burst through your door. Sanzu, Rindou, and Ran had their guns out, ready to shoot at any given moment. They expected anything to be happening with how frightened you were in your last call with Mikey. But they never expected to see you run straight for Takeomi’s belt, hastily unbuckling the item and fingers working the zipper in a flash.

“Y/N! What are you doing!?” Takeomi tried to hold your hands before you could touch his underwear.

The rest just observed the scene unfold. The haitani brothers, Sanzu and Kokonoi, took a step back, afraid that you might be angry at them for some reason and their jewels would be paying the price. Mikey and Kakucho stood closer to you two; they both didn't hold the same thoughts as the other four, but curiosity invaded them.

Nobody noticed how Mochi had turned around, giving his back to your handling of Takeomi’s pants.

“Let me!” You slapped Takeomi’s hands away, “just—just let me check!” And he did, against his best judgment, Takeomi let you do what you wanted. Without looking at the man in front of you, your fingers pulled at the waistband of his underwear. As you peeked in, Takeomi groaned—large hands holding your shoulders. “Oh my god, it's fine,” sighing, you patted his clothed dick.

No words of explanation, and you moved on to the next closest person. Kakucho’s eyes widened as he saw you closing in on his pants. This time you were faster, knowing that Kakucho tends to leave his belt behind. He felt the cold air once you looked in. Kakucho stood dumbfounded, feeling his dick twitch—your back now facing him.

“Y/N! What's going on?!” asked Kokonoi, moving away from you. He was next.

Rindou and Sanzu glanced at each other, and they moved. Sanzu fastly surrounded your torso with his arms, and Rindou held your legs up.

“Sweetcheeks, stop,” Sanzu said.

Your back hit Sanzu’s chest as Rindou wiggled your legs around his waist.

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Minutes passed, and the mullet duo didn't let you out of their hold. Mikey demanded an answer as to why you were checking their dicks in such a hurry.

“So?” again, asked Kokonoi, casually standing behind Ran.

“I had a nightmare...” you mumbled, looking away, heat beginning to rise in your face.

“About what?” questioned Ran. He was concerned. For a second there, he thought you would rip his cock off.

“About...” you didn't want to say it. Sanzu saw your hesitation and proceeded to tickle your sides, only for your ass to rub against Rindou’s crotch. “Oh my god! I can feel your bulge!!” You said happily, wiggling your hips again.

“Stop! Explain,” Sanzu pulled you away, but Rindou had your calves in a clutch; he wasn't going to let go. “Let go! Goddamnit!”

“Like hell I am,” said Rindou.

From an outside perspective, it looked like dogs were fighting for a toy.

“You’re gonna break her,” Kakucho walked over to the two idiots that were tugging your body from different sides. Taking hold of your middle section, Kakucho hurled your body away from them, “now, explain,” ignoring Sanzu and Rindou’s nagging at the back, he looked at you expectantly.

And explain you did. You told them about the weird dream that you labeled as a nightmare. Mochi couldn't help but laugh at the faces the other men made when you said uncooked spaghetti dicks and deformed cocks. Even Mikey unconsciously covered his crotch at your words. “So... Can I make sure they are still pretty?” you said.

A chorus of okays and sures accompanied by jiggling belts and the sounds of zippers was your answer.

The last one was Sanzu, furiously blushing as you inspected his dick, “Wait, you were excited because you were glad to feel Rindou’s bulge because it wasn't a spaghetti dick?”

“Kinda, yeah,” you patted his clothed cock, “don't worry, though, yours is still the prettiest dick.”

At your words, a war began. But for once, Sanzu ignored the chaos, too lost in your voice calling his dick the pretties. The pink-haired man was on cloud nine, eyes twinkling in joy, so lost in the moment that he didn't see Rindou coming from the side to smash a fist on Sanzu’s cheek while Kokonoi smashed Mikey’s sandal on Sanzu’s forehead. But the pinknette didn’t care.

As for the rest, Ran and Kakucho argued about who had the biggest dick. Everyone knew it was Kakucho, but Ran didn’t want to acknowledge it. Mikey was holding Takeomi down, demanding an answer to why Sanzu had a pretty dick.

You sat there blinking, not knowing what to say or do. Because... From what you could see? They were already too deep in the fight.

Meanwhile, Mochi sat in the kitchen with a bottle of wine in hand—regretting some, if not all, his life choices.

[a-go-ni-a]

My top 3 male characters from isekai/reincarnation web comics (long post)

In 2020, with the pandemic, I had a lot of time in my hands and, like a lot of people, I’ve started to read South Korean comics with female protagonists, usually villainess, who turned back in time after their death or woke up in some novel or game they like. And in order to avoid a destined bad ending, they change the whole story, on porpuse or not.

There are A LOT of this kind of stories, some good, some bad. And, like any media, there are characters we love, character we hate, characters we love to hate and more. 

These 3 guys are the bastards (affectionate) I like the most in all manhwa I am currently reading. There is no specific order. As you will see, my taste for fictional men is shit. Oh, and there will be spoilers (not from novels, because I don’t read any).

Side note: I think it’s funny I’m a Portuguese speaker (Brasil-sil-sil) who reads South Korean comics in Spanish and talks about them in a site where most people speak English.

Abel Heilon from I Became the Wife of the Male Lead (ongoing)

The duke from a region in the north grounded with monsters, Abel is cold and cruel like the weather of his domains. In this place, you must prove your value in order to survive.

He treats Fiona, the protagonist, bad when they meet. Then, when she shows her power, he finally accepts her and, as time passes by, he became her paternal figure. (HE ISN’T THE MALE LEAD.)

Why do I like him? There is this cruel and bloodthristy white haired bastard who basically adopts a little girl and treats her better than her shit family and is willing to do anything for her? Instant fave. You forgot your crown, king.

Lant Agriche from The Way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother (currently on hiatus) / Roxana (on Tapas)

(If you know this one, you must be asking yourself what’s my problem. We will get there)

A commom trope found in those web comics is “the protagonist has a shit family or a shit father” and Lant F*cking Agriche is the shitter father in the whole world.

Head of the villainous Agriche Family, Lant has a lot of wives and children, the latter he sees as nothing more than tools. The duke doesn’t even care if some kid dies.

The protagonist, Roxana, became her favorite daughter after showing him she is a valuable member of the family, not a good for nothing. Proving themselves to him is the only way the Agriche kids can have his attencion and recognation. But only THREE of all the children are seen as worthy by him. 

Why the f*ck do I like him? The only logical reason is my shit taste for fictional men. That’s it. I didn’t even need to write anything, you could have guessed he’s the worst man ever drawn in any web comic only by looking at these pictures. I hate him, but I also love him.

Callisto Regulus from Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess (ongoing) / Villains are Destined to Die (on Tapas)

The crown prince, who has lost support from nobles during the war due to the Empress’s doing. A cruel and feared man who sees human lives as the same as insects. 

If you like guys, get one (or more, your choice) who can be both ^

A love interest in a dating sim, in order to protect the heroine, the prince has killed the villainess countless times during the gameplay. After waking up as the said villainess, the infamous Penelope, the protagonist must avoid him at all costs if she wants to stay alive. But there is... something about this guy...

Why do I like him? What can I say about Callisto? Well, in his first appearance I just knew he would be my fave one among the love interests because he is the worst. (Shit taste, remember?) He is the perfect son of a b*tch (affectionate), he is funny in a way that puts everyone around him in a cold sweat. He’s the best, he’s the worst: that’s Callisto.

And THIS PANEL is the best one in the whole manhwa, I don’t do the rules.

I may do another post about my fave female protagonists later.

[writerpeach]

Stamina

Berrygood Johyun x Male Reader

8885 words

Categories: smut, public sex, oral, anal

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This piece took a while to finish, I started over at least twice and didn't really feel like editing it much anymore, so apologies if it's not up to my usual standards. I will be taking a long extended hiatus from writing after this chapter and figure out what exactly I want to do next. Thank you all for continuing to read my writing.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas <3

"Ugh, babe, I'm so full!"

Johyun slurped on the last bit of her noodles, bringing the large porcelain bowl to her red lips and drinking the leftover broth. She wiped her lips and let out a sound of satisfaction.

“I would hope so, you ate like a pig,” you teased, finishing your own ramen and washing it down with a small bottle of milk which aided in cooling your tongue. You could handle spice just fine, but this restaurant always made things just a bit spicier than you were used to, which always caught you off guard.

Johyun stuck her tongue out. “Come give this pig a kiss then,” she said, leaning over the table and puckered her lips. You graciously fulfilled her request and kissed her on the lips before taking one more drink.

“Too hot for you, baby?” Johyun asked, noticing your sniffling nose that you were trying to hide.

“Maybe, I’m okay though. It was good though.”

“This is still the best ramen place in Seoul. What should we do now?”

“I could go for some dessert. Something to offset all this spice,” you replied.

“I think if I eat anything else it’s going to go straight to my ass, baby.”

“Well then we better get you something else. I love your ass.”

“I know you do, baby, you’[re always staring at it,” Johyun teased.  “I think we should go for a run and work all this off. All these carbs and salt aren’t good for us.”

“Okay, but dessert-” you protested, not wanting to exercise at such a late hour.

“Dessert can wait, babe. It’s important for us to stay healthy.”

“Fine, you’re right.” Complaining wasn’t going to do you any good.

You hated working out. Cardio was your enemy, even a brisk walk left you out of breath.

The gym did have its benefits. Johyun always showed off her big round ass in very tight leggings, leaving little to the imagination as her defined plump buttcheeks swallowed up the fabric of her pants. You never would have stepped inside a gym voluntarily.

Johyun on the other hand loved to workout. It was part of her job to be in shape, and she worked out regularly, sometimes starting as soon as she woke up which you could never wrap your head around.

You had joined this particular gym as it was closest to your shared apartment and a close distance from both of your workplaces and had the benefit of being open 24/7, which you didn’t know was a benefit or a curse. Johyun insisted on paying up front for six months, insisting it would force you to commit to an exercise routine.

Making a quick pit stop at home to pick up water and change you held the door open for Johyun as she smiled and headed in first. She wore a pink shirt underneath a black jacket, while her lower half consisted of tight dark leggings, letting you see that wonderful plump ass and her full wide hips swaying as she entered.

This gym wasn’t like the other ones you had tried, full of loud gym rats who lived to lift weights and loved to let anyone know how much they could bench. It was smaller but still had plenty of various equipment and you never had to wait long for a machine to show up, allowing you to focus on what body parts you wanted to focus on or the dreaded cardio you loathed.

It was rather late when you entered, seeing a lack of anyone else in the gym. It was your lucky day. Your eyes scanned the rows of machines, deciding what you wanted to do first. Johyun settled on the elliptical first, taking a moment to warm her body up with a stretching routine.

You started simple, doing lat pulldowns while Johyun worked her arms and legs at the same time. You were tired after just one set, while she hadn’t even broken a sweat.

She moved to the row of treadmills facing a wall of mirrors, and you followed, taking a seat in a nearby weight bench and grabbed a set of free weights, using a heavier weight than you normally did as you tried to show off.

You had the perfect view of your girlfriend as she worked out, legs moving like a gazelle as the upped the incline right away. Her leggings hugged her ass perfectly, and you couldn’t decide where you wanted your eyes there or on her bouncing breasts as she jogged at a brisk pace.

“Babe, stop staring at my ass.” she whined as she caught you in the mirror even though you both knew she loved the attention.

“How can I when it looks so good? If you didn’t want me staring then you shouldn’t have worn those pants,” you replied, catching Johyun smiling in the same mirror you were caught with.

“Fair point. Look all you want, but we’re here to workout. I don’t want you slacking!”

“I am working out,” you said, demonstrating by doing more bicep curls in succession, making a point of flexing your muscles.

“My baby is so strong! Keep going!”

It was hard to focus when you were distracted by Johyun’s scrumptious ass, but you did what you could and at least pretended to finish more reps. Johyun meanwhile had increased the speed on her treadmill as her legs flowed gracefully like water and you were tired just watching her.

You exhaled loudly after doing three sets of ten, placing your dumbbells back on the rack and took a seat back on the bench, enjoying the view of Johyun’s bouncing backside as you took a long sip of ice cold water from your bottle.

While you tried to catch your breath Johyun winded her workout down, gradually decreasing the speed until the belt on the treadmill stopped moving. She spun around on her heels, giving off a sweet smile as she saw your lethargic body resting.

“We should work on your stamina, baby. You’re exhausted and you barely did anything,” she teased.

“I did plenty! I counted at least two hundred reps. I’m gonna be feeling it in the morning.”

“Is that so?” she asked, deciding to play along. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“Thank you,” you said as you abruptly pulled her onto your lap, close enough to smell the honeysuckle scent of her shampoo that reminded you of candy.

“I forget how horny you always get after working out,” Johyun said, tucking a strand of hair behind her hair.

“You can’t blame me when your butt looks that good in leggings,” you said, giving her ass a soft smack.

“It really does, doesn’t it?” Johyun replied, tilting her head to one side as she gave you a kiss, letting you taste her sweet lip gloss on her puckered lips.

“Now, who’s horny?”

“You caught me,” Johyun said. “We should go shower, the hot water here lasts forever.’

“We didn’t bring anything to change into and there aren’t towels after hours. We can save water and I’ll clean you up instead,” you said as you dove into her neck, running your tongue and collecting her perspiration.

“Babe, no, I’m so sweaty!”

“I know. I love it,” you said as you continued to lick the sweat off of her neck, finding her taste succulent.

“I have a better idea,” she said as she brought her lips to the side of your face, turning her voice into a mere whisper.

“I wanna suck your cock, baby.”

Her lewd words sent a shiver up your spine and you felt yourself hardening already.

“We better get going then-”

Johyun shook her head, letting her intentions be obviously known.

“I can’t wait until we’re home, baby. I wanna suck your dick right here.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Someone could come in and see, I don’t think this a good idea-”

Johyun interrupted you by placing a finger to your lips, silencing any further protests. “It’ll be fine. I come here almost every night and not a single person shows up. This neighborhood is full of old people so they workout in the early morning.”

“Just relax, baby. Nobody will be here,” Johyun said, giving another kiss as she used your chest to dismount your lap and lowered to her knees slowly, placing both hands in her lap and eagerly looking up.

“I want to gag on your cock, baby. I’m dying to feel it throbbing in the back of my throat, baby, please, I need your cock so bad.”

Well fuck. She had you under her spell, and you certainly weren’t going to deny a woman begging to suck your cock. Johyun smiled happily as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your gym shorts, pulling them down to your ankles and exposing the bulge in your boxers.

“It must have been so difficult trying not to get hard while you were staring at my tight ass,” Johyun said as she pulled your cock out of your boxers, gripping it tightly and stroking, causing your first moan.

Johyun was an impatient woman which let to situations like this, wanting to have sex in as many public place as possible, now adding a gym to the list of checked off places.

“You’re like a rock already,” Johyun smiled as she gave a soft kiss on your tip, pulling the rest of your boxers down to your ankles as she squeezed your cock tighter, giving firmer strokes that made your throbbing shaft leak over her fingers.

You weren’t expecting the night to end with your pants around your ankles at your local gym, but Johyun’s spontaneity kept you on your toes.

Johyun didn’t waste time as she flattened her tongue against your shaft and slowly painted your cock with it, delivering long drawn-out strokes that caused pleasure already. She teased your swollen tip, swirling her wet tongue around it several times to increase your pre-cum, lapping up every drop of the colorless liquid.

“It’s too bad I didn’t bring my purse. You could have fucked my ass here in the gym,” Johyun taunted with a deadly smirk, knowing she always came prepared.

“We’ll just have to save that for later though,” Johyun said as she licked more of your cock, running her tongue over every surface and tasting it like it was a delicious treat for her, which it certainly was.

You never got tired of Johyun’s need to please you in public, and even though you caught yourself nervously looking around, you couldn’t help but selfishly want more.

“What is it, baby?” Johyun asked, spitting on your cock several times and jerking you off with her soft small hand as she spread her warm saliva all over.

“I wanna see your tits,” you replied, without a moment of hesitation.

“All you had to do was ask,” Johyun said as she grabbed the hem of her white top and lifted it up up and over her head, showing off an orange and red bra that you had never seen before that contained her full large breasts, the coloring popping out in the gym lights.

“Is that new?” you asked, unable to take your eyes off from her chest and taking note at how well her breasts were pushed up.

“This? It’s from my last photoshoot, they always let me keep what I model,” Johyun said. You knew she loved showing herself off during lingerie shoots, but always felt a little jealous, something she always sensed.  

“Don’t worry, baby. Everyone gets to see me with this on, but you’re the only person who gets to see me with it off,” she said, giving a reassuring smile. She kept stroking your cock slowly with one hand while the other reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. Johyun tossed it aside, exposing her large milky breasts and nothing could take your eyes off them.

Your mouth watered at the sight of her huge tits. Johyun did her best to distract you as she planted several kisses on both sides of your cock, throbbing with each contact of her lips in preparation for what was next.

“You’re so hard for me, baby,” she said, kissing and licking your tip several times, and you responded with a low groan.

“You make me so hard.”

Johyun licked her lips and ran them along both sides of your needy shaft, giving your cock one final tease. You were both more than ready as her warm lips parted with your hard shaft in between, applying a light suction as she gently sucked your tip.

You gasped at the feeling of Johyun’s soft lips wrapped around your cock as they slid back and forth, her wet tongue adding more stimulation as it played with your sensitive underside.

Johyun’s warm wet mouth felt amazing, even better the deeper she took you inside it. She swallowed up half of your shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, slurping on your cock loudly. Her tongue swirled around your cock as more of it disappeared into her warm cavern, adding endless pleasure that ran through your whole body.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” you moaned as Johyun kept eye contact, watching the pleasure she was giving. Her lips were sealed tight around your throbbing cock, bobbing her head faster as she quickly covered your cock in drool.

“It’ll feel even better if you fuck my face.”

The look in her lust-filled eyes was the only invitation you needed. Johyun stuck her tongue out as you slapped your hard shaft on it several times, giving off several loud smacks as you pushed back inside the warmth of her mouth.

Johyun’s need was visible and you didn’t dawdle, grabbing onto both sides of her head and forcibly started thrusting into her mouth, fucking your girlfriend’s pretty face in the middle of your favorite gym.

You were rough right away, not letting Johyun take any adjustment as you stuffed her throat with as much cock as possible, using her wet warm mouth like a toy for your own selfish pleasure. With each movement of your hips Johyun gagged repeatedly and drool spilling out of the corners of her lips, coating your shaft in saliva as she looked up with teary eyes with nothing but satisfaction.

The only sounds that could be heard were needy pleasurable moans you both gave off and Johyun loudly gagging on your cock as her gorgeous sparkling eyes filled with tears. Wrapping your fingers around strands of hair you increased your pace even more, moving in a harsher manner drool overflowed out of her lips and spilled down to her full perfect breasts, turning her stunning face into a beautiful mess that encouraged your thrusts to be even rougher.

“You like that, baby? You like when I use you?” you growled as you slammed your shaft deep down her throat as possible, sliding every inch of your wet shaft and out mercilessly as Johyun braced herself by holding onto your thighs.

If not for the look of wanton lust in Johyun’s eyes you would have been worried about hurting her, her nails digging into your skin signaling you were meeting her standards. Not wanting to finish abruptly you slowed down your pace and held Johyun against your base, her cute nose flushed with your stomach as she looked up and continued gagging, signaling for a break as she slapped your thighs several times.

When you released her with a loud pop she gasped for air as several strands of spit connected her messy mouth to your shaft, and you slapped her gorgeous face with your cock repeatedly and rubbed your tip all over.

“You were so rough, baby. I love choking on your cock, “ Johyun said with a huge smile as she leftover spit dripped out of her mouth and she spread it all over your cock.

“We shouldn’t let all this spit go to waste,” she said as she batted her eyes, taking your cock and slapping her soft heavy breasts with it before rubbing your tip up and down her cleavage.

“I know just what you want, baby.”

With a kiss on your swollen tip Johyun slipped your throbbing cock in between her huge pillowy breasts, trapping it in between warm flesh and squeezed her tits tightly to keep you from escaping.

“Oh fuck.”

Johyun smiled sweetly and didn’t waste time, moving her chest up and down as she used her abundant chest to grind up and down your body and create delicious friction. The pleasure was intense as you watched your tip disappearing in and out of her wet cleavage with ease, being lubricated properly as your cock was surrounded by soft warm flesh.

“You like fucking these big tits?” Johyun asked as she added more drool, spitting on your cock several times to ensure the friction remained as smooth as possible. The warm mounds around your cock caused endless pleasure as her huge breasts did their job, sliding up and down around your shaft that was locked up in between her warm cleavage.    

“Fuck, baby, you know I do. It feels so fucking good.”

“You’re so easily controlled,“ Johyun teased. “I love how much my tits turn you on.”

She wrapped her soft breasts tighter, interlocking her fingers and squeezing your cock more with warm flesh everywhere that drove you insane. Johyun did her best to lick your swollen cockhead when it became visible again, sending even more electricity shooting up and down your spine with every strike of her wet tongue.

You worked together to achieve pleasure in tandem with Johyun, thrusting in between her huge soft mounds as she grinded them against your pelvis, making you moan loudly for her how good they felt around your dick.

“F-fuck, baby-”

You felt that annoying tightness in your loins that always showed up at the worst possible moment.

“You’re going to cum already?” Johyun frowned as she tightened the warm flesh around your needy throbbing shaft, not that there was anything you could have done to prevent it.

“My tits must be too much to handle,” Johyun smirked.

Truer words had never been said. You didn’t know how much longer you had, but it wasn’t more than a few seconds. Johyun’s assault with her breasts was deadly, and you couldn’t take it any longer. Savoring those final moments you watched your cock slipping in and out of her fleshy pillows, setting off your orgasm like she had just lit the fuse of a stick of dynamite.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over me.”

With a final glance between the soft flesh your cock was sandwiched in between, you throbbed wildly as you erupted in between Johyun’s tits as your toes curled. While your cock had disappeared in between her deep cleavage you filled it with several thick spurts, helping to lubricate your constant pumping motions, splashing her pretty lips and chin and painting her features white as you groaned incessantly.

Your legs shook as you were milked all over Johyun’s tits, white stickiness coated her skin as you struggled for air, your orgasm taking control of your body as Johyun rubbed your warmth into her skin, looking into one of the gym mirrors at the mess you made all over her and smiling proudly.

“We really need to work on your stamina,” she teased with her earlier words, drawing her tongue around your shaft to make sure everything had been given to her.

“Rest for a little bit, baby,” she said, flicking her tongue against your sensitive slit that caused a reaction in your whole body.

While you tried to regain your senses Johyun stood to her knees and playfully pushed you against the weight bench as you stepped out of your pants and boxers, still gasping for breath as you laid down.

She didn’t say another word as she faced away from you, still watching your reaction in the large mirror as she bent over and slowly peeled her leggings off, revealing a matching orange thong nestled in between her tight round ass.

You could feel your erection coming back to life already. Johyun kept her body bent over, rubbing her thighs before squeezing her ass, giving you the show of a lifetime. She spanked her ass on each side, the smack echoing as she wiggled her hips and shook her ass before pulling down her thong painfully slow an inch at a time, displaying her bare body for your eyes to marvel over.

Johyun’s backside was the work of hundreds of squats and dozens and dozens of hours at the game, and it was worth all that effort. You were able to see her naked body in full glory, those luscious long legs and thick creamy thighs, her beautiful ass and bare shaven pussy that looked like heaven, pink flesh dripping with arousal as you were ready for a taste.

“Since you’ve been appreciating my ass all day, I think you deserve a closer look.”

Your mouth salivated in anticipation and before you could even take another breath Johyun made her way over to the head of the weight bench, facing away from you. In one swift movement she took a squatting position and lowered herself onto you, the flesh of her bare soft ass pressed firmly against your skin, squishing your face.

There was nothing more you loved than to be Johyun’s chair, especially after a workout as you felt the warmth of her sweaty thighs surrounding your face.

“Do you like when I sit on your face, baby?” Johyun asked as she looked over her shoulder, the comforting warmth of her body pressed down as she put more weight down and smothered your face with her supple cheeks.

You found it hard to both breathe and speak, unable to form a response as you squeezed her ass in response, slapping each of her cheeks that rippled. You didn’t need to breathe when you could be suffocated by Johyun’s delicious plump ass. Blood flowed freely to your loins again, causing your erection to be at full attention.

“I can’t believe you’re hard again already,” Johyun said as she leaned forward and gripped your cock, resting a hand on your thigh while she stroked your shaft. You reciprocated and focused on giving pleasure as you licked her pink wet slit several times, making her moan.

“F-fuck, that feels good,” she moaned as she began bouncing her ass on your face, spreading her juices all over. You traced the outline of her pussy, sliding your tongue through her folds and exploring every surface you could find.

“Can you breathe, baby?”

You shook your head as you gave her pleasure, neither of you seeming to care. You saw nothing but delicious flesh in your vision as you ran your tongue through Johyun’s wetness, making her moan with every delicate movement you made.

“I can’t believe my naughty boyfriend loves being suffocated with my ass so much," she said, grinding her backside back and forth while she kept stroking your shaft.

You kneaded her soft cheeks with your hands, digging your fingers into her warm flesh. Her juices collected on your tongue and you couldn't get enough of her delicious juices spilling into your mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, that tongue feels so good. Eat my fucking pussy."

Giving several slaps on her bottom you had enough teasing and sucked on her swollen clit, making her thighs squeeze around your head tighter as she moaned with satisfaction.

Johyun kept you in between her thick thighs and you couldn't think of a better place to be then nestled under the comfort of her warm cheeks, tasting her delicious pussy like it was a full course meal.  

While you became Johyun’s personal bench, time no longer existed as you ate Johyun out. You could have been there for a few minutes or hours, keeping your hands full of her cheeks as you licked her wet pussy everywhere. You wandered aimlessly as your face became wetter with each swipe of your tongue, giving her as much pleasure as possible.

It didn’t take long for Johyun to grow selfish, no longer caring about your pleasure but focusing on her own as she rested her hands on your thighs and shoved her ass against your face. You loved everything about her taste, the way her juices flowed into your mouth and you never wanted to stop until your tongue had gone numb, grabbing her hips and forcing your tongue as deep into her tasty cunt as it would go.

“Make me cum, baby. I’m so close,” she said, closing her eyes momentarily as she moaned lustfully, wanting to savor this moment forever. Lips closed on her clit you slurped her juices that leaked out, desperate for more to fill your palette and helping her chase the end that was in sight.

“B-baby, don’t stop, please fucking stop, I’m going to cum on your face-”

It didn’t take long. Johyun’s thighs put your head in a vice-like grip, digging her nails into your skin as she hit her peak and screamed in pleasure. You felt wetness gushing everywhere, coating your face in her sweet essence as her toes curled and the thighs around your head violently trembled.

You did what you could to help her ride out her orgasm, running your tongue through every surface that contained her juices, cleaning her up and making sure not to waste a drop. It took several moments for her orgasm to subside as she released you from the constricting hold she had on you, allowing you to breathe for the first time in several minutes as you gasped for air.

“H-holy shit, baby, I came so hard,” Johyun said as she gingerly turned around to face you once more, looking down at the mess she had just left deposited on your face. You showed your appreciation by licking your lips, not even bothering to wipe her juices from your face as you pulled her into a kiss, making her taste herself on your tired lips.

“You taste so good. I wish I could eat you for every meal.”

Johyun laughed at your cheesiness, giving you another deep passionate kiss as she held onto both sides of your face.

“You made me feel so good. I want to make you feel even better.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well...seeing as you’re still rock hard for me,” she laughed, looking back and grabbing your throbbing hard cock.

“How about I ride you, baby? You did all the work for me, so I’ll do all the work for you now.”

“Ride my cock, then.”

Johyun was quick in her approach as she climbed onto the weight bench and straddled your lap as her soft thick thighs wrapped around your waist. There was lust and hunger in her eyes as she reached back behind her and claimed your hard cock, stroking it several times and couldn’t wait to be filled up with it.

“I want you so badly, baby. Fill me up with that thick cock, will you do that for me?”

“Of course. Whatever you want, baby.”

Johyun lifted her body up, letting you see the pink glistening flesh that was your destination, rubbing your tip in between her wet folds. She felt wetter than she had when your tongue was inside, and you wanted that wetness all over your cock, something you weren’t going to wait long for.

Carefully lining up your cock with her pussy, Johyun aimed it at her dripping hot entrance. She bit her lip in preparation and pushed her hips down, parting her silky lips as she sank down and let every inch enter her body with a loud greedy moan.

“Baby, you’re so big,” Johyun said, taking a moment to gather herself as she took a deep breath. Her tight dripping walls were so warm, squeezing your shaft to make sure you weren’t leaving her body anytime soon.

With hands on her slim tight waist you shared exchanged glances of lust, waiting for the pleasure to be delivered equally.

“Ride that cock, baby” you demanded, as if she were looking for your permission. Johyun placed both hands on your chest, flashing a smile as she moved in small motions, using her hips to grind on your cock.

You felt wetness and warmth surrounding your shaft, amplified by every rock of her hips. Johyun took it slow at first, watching herself in the gym mirror.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Johyun said as she rode your cock, establishing a rhythm. Every entrance into her pussy caused a satisfied moan to escape her lips as she took you deep into her body.

Her pace quickened, hips working in smooth movements as she took your shaft inside with ease, juices lubricating to make every motion fluid as could be.

Johyun was so wet and tight around your cock as her perfect large breasts bounced up and down beautifully. You captured both mounds in your hands, squeezing the delightful soft flesh with your fingertips.

You felt your cock bring drenched with juices as Johyun rode you harder, bouncing her ass on your crotch.

With Johyun’s soft breasts in your hands you massaged them, pinching her rosy pink nipples that had stiffened at your touch. You quickly gave each of her voluptuous tits a slap, causing a gasp from Johyun as she tightened around you, signaling her enjoyment.

"Oh fuck, baby. Slap those big tits!"

You did as she asked, slapping each of tits individually in succession several times, pinching her nipples in between. You slapped both tits at the same time over and over, watching the satisfying ripple of soft flesh and the loud smack of flesh on flesh as you left your handprints on the tender skin. Johyun let out several desperate needy moans, her pussy constricting even more around your shaft.

Massaging the now tender skin, you fondled Johyun’s sore breasts, playing with her nipples as you brought your mouth to her chest, kissing each mound before licking stripes up and down her cleavage, tasting the sweat collected already.  

She flashed a look of appreciation as you dove in, latching your lips onto each of her sensitive nipples, hungrily sucking each one. Johyun whined as you slurped on her juicy tits, bouncing carelessly on your cock as you covered them in saliva, biting, licking, and sucking on her tits as if you couldn’t ever have your fill.

Johyun became more aggressive, slamming her body down hard on you as her sweaty thighs met your own, each bounce more forceful, more full of wanton desire. You kept your assault on her breasts going, giving teasing flicks against her sensitive nipples as you felt your cock being drowned in her juices.

You ran your hands all over Johyun’s sweaty body, feeling every curve of her perfectly sculpted body. Johyun moved swiftly and grabbed the back of your head, pushing you deep into her cleavage and smothering you with her large heavy breasts, the perfect resting space for your face.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby!” Johyun cried out, as for the second time you felt it hard to breathe, not that you ever would have complained. Her nails dug into your skull as she forced you deeper into her tits, enjoying being smothered by the softest pair of pillows you’ve ever felt.

Johyun aggressively rode your cock as you tried to ilck whatever flushed skin you could find, wildly moving her hips without a care, the loud slap of skin on skin echoing all around the gym walls.

“Cum on my cock,” you muffled out, feeling the tight dripping walls of Johyun’s needy pussy pulsating around you harshly.

“I-will, f-fuck! I’m cumming, baby!”

It was quick and wordless, moans escaping Johyun’s throat as she rode you to completion. Her bouncing thighs felt so warm and soft as they crashed against your body, as did her delicious buttcheeks smacking against your own skin. In seconds flat Johyun became a loud squirming mess, drenching your crotch with her nectar as her thighs trembled violently. Her warm wet pussy pulsated while you let her have your way with you until her intense orgasm settled down.

You didn’t let up, pumping your shaft inside Johyun to catch up, desperately wanting to chase your own orgasm as well. With the intense pressure around your cock you pumped harshly inside, the slapping of your skin against her own as you fucked her, squeezing her delicious round ass.

“Are you close, baby?” Johyun asked, her voice still frail from her climax as her glazed over eyes struggled to keep open as she flashed a sweet smile.

You answered only with words, bouncing Johyun aggressively on your cock repeatedly as your eyes were unable to focus on anything besides her bouncing tits.

“I want you to cum now. Fill me up and cum inside me, please, baby, please cum for me,” Johyun begged, and it wouldn’t be much longer before she would have her wish.

The air inside the gym grew harder to breathe as you reached those final moments, watching the lustful look inside Johyun’s eyes as you both waited for the inevitable.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Johyun,” you said the final set of words before the pleasure in your body became too much to handle. With one more set of thrusts you buried your cock deep inside Johyun as your cock throbbed, mercifully emptying several spurts of hot thick semen deep into her walls all the way to her womb and keeping your hands full of her delicious asscheeks.

Johyun kept her eyes on you as you finished emptying your seed deep into her cunt, letting her pussy milk your shaft of every last drop until she had taken everything into her body as your body shook from the pleasure of such an intense orgasm.

“That’s what I like, baby,” Johyun said with a pleased smile, leaning down to give one more kiss before gently lifting her tight naked body from your depleted shaft. Your cock released from her pussy with a loud forceful pop as your freshly deposited load slowly leaked from between Johyun’s thick thighs, releasing a creamy liquid mixture of both of your bodies that escaped from her freshly fucked pussy.

“We really made a mess,” Johyun shyly said, using her tongue to clean off your cock before before grabbing the closest towel and wiping off the workout bench.

“I blame you,” you teased, still catching your breath. “Let’s get out of here and take that shower.”

✦✦

It was a safe assumption to say that Johyun was a bit of a screamer. And there was no better place to let out her lustful emotions than in your shared apartment underneath the hot water currently steaming up your large bathroom.

Water droplets bounced off Johyun’s milky wet skin as you pinned her tight naked body against the shower door, smacking your hips against her ass in a rhythm as you drilled her harshly from behind. Her large round breasts were mashed against the glass surface as her palms flattened against it, desperate to find any outlet for the sharp pleasure running up her spine as she was impaled to the hilt with a thick cock repeatedly without mercy.

“F-fuck, that’s so good! Just like that baby, don’t stop fucking me!” Johyun moaned as your hands squeezed her hips tightly, making sure her body never left your fingers.  

Hot water ran down both of your bodies, accentuating the already flawless curves of Johyun’s naked body as the smack of flesh on flesh echoed around the shower walls, mixing with needy screams and cries of pleasure. The shower door shook with every thrust of your shaft, moving in and out of her pussy carelessly as your hands moved from Johyun’s full wide hips up to her soapy wet breasts and squeezed firmly.

“You like being fucked like this?” you growled near Johyun’s ear, feeling her wet walls clenching around your cock in response that brought a smile on your features from ear to ear as your bodies crashed together and you nibbled on her earlobe.  

“Y-yes, f-fuck, yes, baby I do!”

While you appreciated Johyun’s love of public sex and the thrill it brought, you vastly preferred fucking her in the privacy and comfort of your apartment, able to freely let out your raw emotions and be as loud as you wanted without bothering anyone else.

You gave Johyun a handful more thrusts before letting your cock slip out of her tight pussy as she whined cutely from being abruptly empty, a feeling that wouldn’t last long thankfully.

Taking a moment to admire the view, every curve and naked flesh of Johyun’s bare body, you rubbed your wet shaft all over the inner flesh of her warm soapy thighs, and she knew just what to do as her thighs closed around your shaft, trapping you in between them - one of your favorite places to be.

Johyun’s sculpted body was nothing but perfect, every body part flawless and worked together to create a work of art. It was regretful to not be able to see Johyun’s big supple breasts, your favorite part of her body if you had to pick one, but being able to fuck her thighs was just as pleasurable to you.

Her thighs brought immense pleasure, just as much as other parts of her body. They were thick, creamy, and most importantly felt amazing wrapped around your dick, you never wanted to leave their comfort.

They felt softer than silk as your cock was sandwiched in between her warm flesh, using her muscles and squeezing tight to keep you trapped inside her thighs, a destination you never wanted to leave.

“Mmm, baby, fuck those thighs,” Johyun pleaded, as your throbbing cock slowy slid in and out of her soft flesh, the body wash left all over her body making it the perfect lubricant to allow the smoothest friction possible. You held onto Johyun’s insanely wide hips, letting out needy groans that echoed as your shaft was being smothered by the softest thing you’ve ever felt and giving off heavenly sensations.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, allowing yourself to fully appreciate the feeling of delicious soft flesh surrounding your cock as your pace increased. When you opened your eyes back up you felt a wetness forming, not just from the shower but the juices from Johyun’s leaking pussy, aiding your ability to thrust even more so and ensuring this was something you were both enjoying.

“That feels so good, baby. Does it feel good for you? Does it feel good to fuck my thighs?” Johyun asked, her legs squeezing even tighter as you gasped at the pleasure that was driving you insane.

You didn’t feel like answering, not that Johyun didn’t already know how good you felt in that moment as every bit of pleasure shot through each section of your body, jolts of electricity putting you in a deep euphoric state.

“I wish I could fuck these thighs forever,” you said, increasing your pace even more as you felt a familiar tightness in your abdomen, a sensation you were equal parts thankful and annoyed at.

“If you work on your stamina maybe you can,” Johyun teased, and you couldn’t think of a better set of motivation.

It was like your body was taunting you as you felt your climax approaching right then, a moment that Johyun couldn’t help but notice, but you still felt the need to announce.

“I’m going to fucking cum,” you hissed, louder than expected.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over my thighs.”

It really didn’t take much longer. Gripping her hips tightly as you could, you kept the slippery motion going until you knew you had to give in, throbbing between the warm flesh you were trapped between as you shot hot cum onto Johyun’s thighs, grunting with every spurt as the rest of your load sprayed the shower door.

You kept pumping in between Johyun’s thighs as long as you could stand it, never wanting to forget the euphoric feeling as your cock was milked again for the second time. Your thrusts began subsiding until your sensitivity kicked in and you could barely move, resting between Johyun’s warm thighs as you recovered, catching your breath.

You slowly withdrew from the warmth of Johyun as she spun around to meet you, a smile curled on her lips.

“We didn’t get very clean did we?” Johyun said with a cute tilt of her head, grabbing the shower head as she washed the suds off her body.

“I only have you to blame.”

Johyun’s mouth opened in surprise. “Me? You have your share too!” she whined in protest.

“But you seduced me with your body. Like you always do.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “You caught me. I’m guilty," she said with a perfect smile on such a perfect face as she made sure to wash off every bit of soap before turning off the water.

The two of you stepped out of the shower, Johyun grabbing a towel to tie up her hair while she dried the rest of her body. It didn't take you long to towel off as you headed into the bedroom and flopped face first into the sheets with exhaustion, not even bothering to get dressed.

Johyun stepped out of the shower shortly after, tossing her towel off her hair when she saw your lifeless body on the bed and joining, pressing her body against yours as you could feel her breasts on your back.

"Baby, don't tell me you're going to sleep already. You still need to fuck me some more," she said abruptly.

"You wore me out," you replied, grabbing a pillow and burying your face in it, pretending to sleep.

"Baby…" Johyun whined, rubbing your shoulders and kissing the back of your neck.

"I can't believe we had sex in the gym and nobody caught us," Johyun said.

You lazily flipped around, meeting her gaze as her hands rested on your shoulders.

"We shouldn't have gotten caught since you said nobody goes there at night."

"Usually."

"Usually?" you repeated.

"Nobody showed up the few times I went there, so it was a safe assumption."

"Few times? I thought you went there every night."

"I do, but I just started going there a couple weeks ago," Johyun said, smiling mischievously.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you had been tricked.

"But you know the neighborhood, right? Nothing but old people?"

"I have no idea, baby. I just go there after work," she said as her grin increased.

"Johyun. We really could have gotten caught-"

"But we didn't, did we?"

"You're bad."

"Oh? Am I?" Johyun asked as she bit the tip of one of her fingertips.

"Yes. My baby was naughty tonight wasn't she?"

"But you love when I'm naughty don't you?"

“You know I do. You’re my naughty little slut,” you said, responding with a quick slap on her bare ass, causing a gasp to escape her lips.

“Are you going to punish your naughty little slut?” Johyun asked, biting her lip deeply and staring into with the deepest gaze.

“I just might do that. How should I punish you?”

“You should fuck me. Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow. “

You furrowed an eyebrow in response at such something relatively tame. “But I do that every day, that doesn’t like much of a punishment. “

“Then fuck me here,” Johyun said as she guided one your hands between her plump ass, spreading her cheeks to let you know just where she wanted you. You teased her puckered hole with your middle finger, looking at the look of approval in her eyes.

“Is there where you want it? You want my cock right here?” you asked.

Johyun playfully nodded. “I know you’ve been dying to fuck my ass since we left the gym. Well now you have the chance, don’t you baby?” she asked, gesturing towards the bedside table drawer.

You both smiled together as Johyun climbed off your body, positioning herself onto the bed on her hands and knees while you grabbed a bottle from the drawer. You never got tired of the sight of Johyun’s big round ass as you lined yourself, feeling the blood to your loins again as you were hard as a rock.

Before you did anything you squeezed Johyun’s buttcheeks firmly, giving each one a hard slap as her soft flesh rippled. You gave her beautiful supple ass repeated smacks, the loud crack of your palm on her flesh until her cheeks had a light pink tone on them, continuing to smack Johyun’s plump ass until you were satisfied.

“Is this my punishment?”

“Of course not, baby. I know you love this too much.”

You caught a smirk on Johyun’s face as she looked over her shoulder, watching as you continued slapping her ass under her skin was sore, rubbing your hands all over her skin to soothe out the stinging sensations.

“I do love it,” Johyun said, wiggling her ass cheeks as you continued caressing her tender skin.

“But I’ll love it even more when you put that cock in my ass,” she said with a devilish smile that you returned. You lubed up her tight puckered hole and your shaft, admiring what a perfect backside she had as you gave her body a gentle push. Johyun got the hint, sliding her long legs under your body and laying flat on her stomach, allowing you to take her at your mercy as her naked body was completely prone.

You positioned yourself carefully after taking a moment to admire Johyun’s full supple ass and the soft cheeks you were about to drive yourself deep into, spreading your thighs wide and resting them on the outside of her ass.

You gave her full tender cheeks another smack with both hands and brought your shaft in the middle of them, gently thrusting in between the warmth and softness of her flesh, sampling the appetizer before you were about to have the main course. With your slick cock in one hand you lined yourself up with the puckered hole waiting patiently for you, holding a hip with the other as you teased Johyun’s back entrance you were about to enter.

“Put it in my ass already, baby,” Johyun whined, sharing your impatience as your tip rubbed against the rim of her ass. Pushing carefully, you let out a light moan as you entered Johyun’s tight asshole with your tip, watching it slowly sink inside as you penetrated her more intimate area.

Johyun took a deep breath as her muscles relaxed, allowing you to push deeper into her ass with ease. This wasn’t the first time you had partaken in anal sex. Hell it wasn’t even the first time that week that you had entered her tighter hole. Johyun loved anal as much as you did thankfully, with an ass like hers that she was proud of it wasn’t surprising that she loved it being filled, wanting you to take her in her butt just as much as her other holes.

“You can go deeper, baby,” Johyun said, a set of words that you were always happy to hear as you filled her more inch by inch as her ass swallowed up more of your shaft. The tightness you felt squeezing your shaft as you pushed in deeper was like nothing else you’ve felt. Her ass was so much tighter than her pussy, which already was incredibly tight hugging your cock and refusing to let go. Each inch that entered Johyun’s body was clenched tight, fitting perfectly inside her until you had filled her up to the hilt.

You gave her a moment to adjust to your length, which wasn’t necessary as expected.

“F-fuck, baby you feel so good inside me. Fuck my ass, baby.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You held onto her wide hips and began thrusting in and out of her incredibly tight ass, feeling the deep clench of your shaft with every movement. You didn’t bother with any type of build up, you knew she didn’t need it as you gave hard forceful thrusts into her ass, using the power in your hips as your cock stretched her tight little hole.

“How does that ass feel, baby?” Johyun asked.

“So good. You’re so fucking tight, baby,” you replied as you formed a rhythm, moving in and out of Johyun’s super tight asshole at a steady pace.

“Harder, baby. Pound my ass.”

You wanted nothing more as you held onto both of her delicious ass cheeks for leverage and upped your pace, pressing your fingers into the soft flesh as your hips smacked against her ass, causing the bed to squeak loudly with every motion.

“Oh fuck, just like that, baby. That cock feels so good in my ass.“

You were losing your mind at how good the pleasure felt. Your lubed cock slid in and out to the hilt with each thrust, the loud slap of flesh on flesh filled the room as you pounded into Johyun’s tight little hole. Her face was buried into the mattress as her hands formed tight fists, squeezing the bed sheets desperately and trying to find an outlet for the intense pleasure as you impaled her repeatedly.

“You’re so deep in my ass, don’t stop!” Johyun cried out, as you were giving her body the hardest thrusts possible. Her cries, moans, and gasps were every bit of encouragement you needed as you slammed into her ass, using every bit of force to make sure she felt every bit of your cock.

You loved being this rough with Johyun, and judging by the constant stream of drawn-out moans she loved it just as much, taking every thrust so well.

“Oh god, baby, I love when you fuck me like this. Keep fucking my ass, don’t stop until you cum in it!”

Well, you certainly didn’t want to disappoint her. You held onto her shoulders as you pounded into her tight gripping asshole, the bed shaking wildly underneath each harsh thrust in a way you weren’t sure it was going to hold.

Sweat began misting on your body, dripping down your forehead as you kept up the merciless pace. You were giving Johyun everything you had as she moaned lustfully with every thrust, taking every inch of your cock so well and not wanting you to let up.

“I’m so close, baby,” you moaned out as you continued pounding her ass roughly as possible, feeling the hot tightness of her hole as you used it for your pleasure, causing the flesh of her big ass to ripple as you pumped in and out of her.

“Cum inside me, baby. Fill my ass.”

“I fucking will,” you growled back, slamming into Johyun’s ass as hard as you could, losing your self control as you drilled into her hot tight hole and savored those final moments. It was so rough, so raw, so animalistic that you couldn’t help last that much longer.

It took just a handful of thrusts more before you reached your limits, throbbing inside Johyun as you sent spurts of thick hot cum deep into her impossibly tight ass, filling her up to the brim. The two of you moaned together as your shaft continued emptying into Johyun, draining your balls as her body milked you dry of every drop, making sure you didn’t leave a single drop outside.

You rested for several moments, attempting to catch your breath as you press your body against Johyun, kissing her neck several times just below her ear, sharing a chorus of heaving breathing and gasps.

“Baby...you came so much inside me,” Johyun said proudly as you kissed her shoulders and upper back. “It’s so warm…”

When you feel your breathing had normalized, you slowly slipped your shaft out of Johyun’s backside an inch at a time. You watched your generous load leaking out of Johyun’s gaping asshole and dripping down her thighs, a warm thick stream that flowed freely and spilled onto the sheets.

“You made me cum so much,” you replied, crashing besides her onto the mattress in an exhausted heap.

“Wanna go again?” Johyun teased, running a finger through her messy thighs to collect a sample of your freshly given semen before taking it into her mouth and sucking it clean. You were too exhausted to formulate any type of response, and Johyun took your silence as an answer as her sweaty body rested against yours.

“You really did a number on me, baby,” Johyun said, her massive breasts resting on your chest as she smiled sweetly at you.

You could only stare at Johyun’s beauty, trying to think of anything to say but finding words difficult in that moment. Sometimes it was better off this way. You didn’t care how long it took to work on your stamina, knowing that it meant countless hours of sex with Johyun was the best possible way to train.

[petriquors]

— all bite (timeskip!sakusa x gn!reader)

❤ pairing !! timeskip!sakusa x gn!reader

❤ genre !! angst

❤ warnings !! talking about breakups, allusions to anxiety, reflecting on a (verbally) toxic relationship. i am in no way at all endorsing this behavior, nor am i making a claim that sakusa is a bad person. this is just some angsty character exploration where the pov character did a bad thing and reflects on it.

❤ word count !! 1.1k

❤ author notes !! i woke up from hiatus and chose violence, i guess, because for some reason the only thing i can get myself to write is pain right now. i’m so sorry.

he hates the way that he bites. the instinct to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of any vulnerability he can find weighs on his heart. he carries it like a coffin on his back, and it isn’t a prison for his victims, no: it’s all his own.

he knows he’s different because his mother’s artificial-sugar flavored voice echoes in the darkest corners of his mind. she whispers that he’s better, the best, and other people will only distract him. he doesn’t need them, so he lashes out to push them away before they can steal his success. everyone is a threat, not that he knows how, but he would rather be cautious than let someone change him or hold him back. he attacks first because, like in volleyball, the best defense is unforgiving offense.

every time he looks in the mirror and sees his father’s face, he wonders if he has his father’s thoughts, too. if the cold and brutal man that told him, “if you’re going to do anything with the life i gave you, you’d better be the best at it”, feels his heart stutter at even the simplest of tasks that he can’t bring himself to get started for fear of failing. he wonders if that man, somewhere in a tokyo high-rise, ever finds himself paralyzed with regret at three in the morning.

the nights alone in his apartment make him take pause when darkness curls around him to replace the blanket he pushes aside once the swarm of his own thoughts makes him sweat against cotton sheets. his chest heaves with the deep breaths he takes to find calm, but his lungs only fill with cold air that freezes his bones. he feels in his jaw: an ache that races from joint to joint, locking his fingers, his shoulders, and his knees.

sometimes, kiyoomi wishes that he was brave enough to cry.

between his own shallow breaths, he hears your voice for the first time in months. you told him you’d take him however he came on a night just like this one, almost a year ago, when he felt like he was playing with fire. while he was ice, solid, hard, impenetrable, you were a small, flickering flame, barely able to keep yourself alight while you insisted on melting your way into his core. foolishly, he let you try because he didn’t think you could do it.

slowly, while you dated (just to indulge you, he thought humorlessly), his mother’s voice and his father’s gaze came flooding back, crashing down on him and freezing over your best efforts to slowly soften him. he bit at you not once, but every chance he got until you were too busy cauterizing old wounds to defend yourself against new ones. he made a mess of you so you wouldn’t do the same to him, combating kindness with cruelty, a cold too deep for you to thaw. the marks he left on your heart filled with snow-white scars, and he can’t be sure if you’ll ever be the same again.

he spirals on what he did to you, skating circles around the memory of you roaring back to life one night when he calls you “clingy”. it wasn’t even the worst thing he said to you, but he knew better than most people how small bricks can eventually build a house. and, unlike him, you fought your way out before he could seal you in his frozen tomb with him.

after all, fire cannot be contained in a house made of ice.

the ache in his chest stutters and he gasps, feeling something inside of him loosen. and then, he realizes, his throat feels heavy and his cheeks are damp. melted ice flows freely as chilly tears, and he feels brave and guilty all at once.

the sweet words rush back to him to bitterly calm the silent sobs that scrape against his throat, but he realizes that they’re laced with cyanide. “big boys don’t cry,” she told him at six. “relationships are distractions,” she said when he was fifteen, only to tersely add, “unless they benefit you,” when his father walked into the room. “my son is such a talented young man,” she told him last new year’s, “but it’s a shame to waste your most productive years on sports.”

he didn’t tell her about you when you were dating because he didn’t need to; the voice that buried itself into his head told him all he needed to know. he already ruined his life by choosing volleyball, and now he would ruin volleyball by letting you distract him. so, for months, every compliment, every ounce of warmth he gave you was locked behind a shell of ice that you had to carve through for your reward. what he didn’t know at the time was that trapping you in a house made of ice meant melting through some of the one his parents sealed him in.

every time he tried to push you away, you fought with voracious determination to stay. while he wore you down, you did the same to him. true to his nature, though, he won, and you left him, just as the voice in his head told him you would. he won, but he felt like he lost because all you left behind were half-melted blocks of ice with “guilt” carved into every one.

guilt, he now knows, is a bite with slow venom that burns through his veins every time he’s alone.

he feels you next to him even when you aren’t there. he feels the phantom of your touch spread all over his skin even when his pores crawl. he feels your voice vibrating against his chest, breath hot against his skin and laughter warm in his ears. and, he feels wetness all over his face and in his heart as the guilt reaches his core and sets the tomb he protects his heart in on fire.

he ruined you. he ruined the one good thing he had because he isn’t good enough or strong enough to accept the help he needs to melt his walls. he ruined you because he, himself, was ruined before he had a chance to know what was happening, and the sting of frozen scars is all he knows.

he ruined your relationship by realizing months-too-late that clinging to the comfort of the tomb meant burying his happiness alive. it’s months-too-late for him and you, but, sucking in a hot breath that burns like staring into the sun, he decides that it isn’t too late for him because he carries a tiny flame you showed him how to light. even though he failed to fight for you, he can still fight for himself, and he hopes you would have wanted that. he hopes that you're healing and happy wherever you are, but that you'd still be proud of him for breaking free.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Darker Shadows

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): A Court of Thorns and Roses Series/Azriel

Rating: PG-11/T-

Original Idea: Nothing in particular. Finished the first 4 books. Dunno if I can stand Nesta long enough to read ACOSF, so I wrote this with no information from ACOSF. Have fun.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Whaaaaa...? I break my ongoing hiatus for this? Yep. I did. I hope a few more one-shots join this one, but I am making no promises. This one just came to me for about an hour so surprise! Happy August.

^^^^^ 

“Darker Shadows”

Azriel said nothing as he slipped through the door to our apartment, quiet and soft as the shadows surrounding him. I watched from the sitting room adjacent to the foyer. He must have known I was there—the shadows must have informed him—but he didn’t so much as look at me. Just rested his forehead on the door and sighed.

“Long day?” I asked.

He blinked his eyes open and turned. “Incredibly,” he replied.

I patted the sofa next to me, indicating he come sit.

Azriel’s shadows seemed to grow more numerous around him as he crossed to me. I realized why as his leathers thumped to the floor in his wake, leaving him in a light undershirt and undershorts.

No matter how long we lived together, he was always so modest.

Part of me wondered if it was more insecurity than modesty; but I would never invade his privacy that much to ask. He’d tell me when he was comfortable.

He hit the sofa cushion next to me hard. His wings barely missed getting caught behind him. Ever the precise, too. One arm and one wing wrapped over my shoulders. He was warm, even if his underclothes were cold from his sweat. I snuggled into his side. We both stared at the fire for a while.

“Did you eat up at the House?” I asked.

The shadows shrouding him retreated a little, going back to their usual shades. He glanced at me with those sharp hazel eyes before returning his gaze to the fire. “Yes. Rhys and Feyre were hosting a dinner for the Palace governors. A private celebration of rebuilding the city so quickly before the grand, public celebration in three days.”

I snorted. “Bet they loved that,” I said sarcastically. Among the family, it was well-known that Rhys and Feyre both hated formal parties and dinners with a fiery passion.

A glimmer of amusement joined the reflection of the flames in Azriel’s eyes. “Oh, they slipped out an hour in. I heard them in the library… having fun amongst the stacks. I left them to it and didn’t interrupt.”

I couldn’t stop the laughter that burst from my throat, but clamped it down hard to not disturb the neighbors.

Azriel held me tighter. “Would have been more enjoyable if you were there,” he said. His voice was soft, almost as though he didn’t actually want to admit it.

Reaching up, I cupped the side of his face. “Sorry I couldn’t go. I’d have liked to have been there.” I gestured to my wrapped leg. “I just don’t think I could handle a party today. If Rhysand had decided to host it three days from now with the rest of the celebrations, I would have been able to make it.” I made a face. “Sorry I missed it.”

“It’s alright. I understand.”

I reached around his wing to the end table, picking up my glass and handing it to him. He downed the rest and handed it back to me. I chuckled and set the glass on the coffee table instead.

After shuddering at the freezing chill of the water from my glass, Azriel turned to me. “How’s the pain?”

I shrugged. “Better than it was,” I said.

“At least you’re healing quickly.”

“Mmhmm.”

“How did you spend your night?”

I waved a vague hand to the small pile of books on the coffee table. “Just decided to read a little.”

“A little?” Azriel quoted. “You read five novels in four hours.”

“Oh, no. I didn’t finish them all. When I got bored I’d switch between them.”

“None of them holding your attention?”

“Not like they used to. Not since—”

The War with Hybern. Azriel knew. We all broke in some way over the course of it. I hadn’t had the attention span I used to since.

Azriel smiled at me. “Bathe, then bed?”

“Sounds great,” I replied.

He scooped me into his lap and stood up. I yelped at the sensation. My bad leg dangled looser than my good leg. My yelp earned me a twitched smile from my spymaster.

He carried me into the bathing room and sat me on the edge of the tub before turning it on. As it began to warm up and fill, he helped me unwrap my splint and undress. I returned the favor as best I could.

We bathed quickly and then got in our sleep clothes after drying off. After carrying me to bed, Azriel poked the point of my ear. “Goodnight,” he said softly.

I smiled, never able to contain my affection. “Sleep well,” I replied.

He doused the faelights and climbed under the covers.

We snuggled against each other. One of his wings draped over the both of us, keeping us warmer than the covers could. That warmth, his scent… it helped lull me to sleep. I could fall fast asleep on stone if Azriel was beside me.

—

Azriel watched his own scarred hand brush her nightshirt away from the skin of her back, revealing two sharp scars and an elaborate tattoo. Another rare Illyrian/High Fae hybrid, she’d been born with wings. Unlike Rhys, who could summon and desummon his wings at will, hers had been permanent.

Until her High Fae mother ordered her wings removed when she was still a child. Barely more than a toddler.

Azriel hadn’t met her until Rhys disappeared Under the Mountain. She’d been fifty-seven-years-old at the time. He’d seen her in the Rainbow, in one of the pottery studios, on a hot summer day. Her clothing revealed her back. The deep, disgustingly neat scars that made it clear how her wings had been taken from her, and the deep blue-black ink covering most of the exposed skin. She’d told him once she got it to both hide and show off the scars. When he’d asked why, she’d simply replied, “I’m stronger than the people who tried to hurt me.”

She hadn’t told him it was her mother—who’d wanted her to be a normal High Fae—for another decade.

He hadn’t been in love with her at the time. But during those fifty years everyone was stuck in Velaris, they became good friends. Azriel found her company much more peaceful than the other members of the Inner Circle. He loved them all—his family—but there was no harm, or shame, in being around someone who was quiet.

Then, a human girl broke Tamlin’s curse and Amarantha was dead. The High Lords and the members of their courts were released from Under the Mountain. And Rhys came home. And Azriel was both busier and freer than ever to spend time with his new friend.

He’d been so quietly pining for Morrigan for so long that, at first, he hadn’t realized the subject of his affections had changed.

During that final battle, when Prythian’s forces were spread so thin and even every reinforcement that came didn’t seem to make a dent… she’d taken a hit. A bad slash across the lower back.

And Azriel had seen red. His powers had already been mostly used up, his Siphons dim, and his wings badly injured.

But he’d gone to rescue her anyway.

His wings had screamed at him the entire flight back to a healer’s tent and then back to the battle. But during those moments, as she bled in his arms, he knew his feelings had transcended just friendship. “If we get out of this alive,” he’d said, “I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

She’d hummed, her side vibrating against his torso. “Mmm… dinner sounds nice. Afterwards, I can buy dessert.”

“We’ll see,” Azriel had said, smiling.

After they’d both healed and returned to Velaris, they’d done just that.

They’d been together ever since.

Azriel smiled at the memories.

—

“You’re staring,” I said quietly. His staring and touching had woken me.

“You’re incredible,” Azriel replied. “Have I told you that?”

“Today? No. This week? Many times.”

A soft chuckle. “So long as you know it.”

I rolled over so I was facing him. With his wing bent over both of us, I felt like I was in a sheet fort.

His eyes harbored a small glint in the half-light. I stared at him. “What is it?” His question was gentle.

I shrugged, feeling my scars pulling on my skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you,” he said.

“Charmer,” I teased.

That earned me a chuckle. Though his smile dropped after a moment. “Does it bother you?” He asked.

“What?”

“That you can’t fly?”

My humor disappeared. The phantom wings I still felt sometimes shivered in the back of my mind. “Sort of,” I replied. “I’d only barely taught myself how when Mother forced me to get them removed. It’s hard to miss what I didn’t really know. But I remember the wind over my scalp. My entire body fighting desperately to keep me aloft. I loved it. But now… now I get to fly with you and remember what it felt like. It’s not quite the same, but it’s enough for me.”

Azriel kissed my forehead. “Sorry I woke you,” he said.

“It’s okay. Any extra time I get to spend with you is worth it,” I replied with a smile.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

He Obviously Cares

Pairing: Dean x Reader; OFC!Male!Character (James) x Reader (formally)

Warnings: Mild Angst, break ups, depression mentioned, Depressed vibes in the beginning, Team Free Will being sweet, Dean being sweet, Fluffy

Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: I did recently broke up with my boyfriend, and this is loosely what happened between us. And I do have these worries about him. But I hope you enjoy this; this is my first fic since being on hiatus.

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She packed her bags; she was making her move.

She loaded up her car, now her boyfriends house is void of her items and belongings. She had thought moving in with him would help him with whatever he was going through but it did not. He was insecure, worried she was going to find another guy. Kept saying she didn’t like him, after every time she said she liked him. Saying he’s not sweet, when he was being sweet towards her. Kept referring himself as “The Bad Guy”. She could feel this was going to be hard to constantly reassure him that he’s wrong.

Until one night, where she stayed at one of the many hunter’s cabins, she wanted to alone time after a hard day. He respected her, understood her. Until she was getting ready for bed. A text came through as she was brushing her teeth.

“You don’t have Feelings for me.”

“Just tell me.”

Her heart pounded in her chest.

I constantly say I love you; I constantly reassure you, and reassure you and you still feel like this towards me. She thought.

Picking up her phone.

This is it. I’m ending this. I can’t do this anymore.

“Ugh, apparently I’m not good enough for you or your insecurities. Insecurities is a trust issue type of thing. And clearly you just don’t trust me.”

“OMG, No that’s not it.”

“It is it. I can’t do this anymore. It’s exhausting to constantly reassure you that you’re okay. That we’re okay. And clearly it’s not getting through to you.”

“Please stop.”

“No, it’s done. We’re done. Clearly “I don’t have feelings for you.” It’s what you told me!”

“It’s over. We’re done. Goodbye James.”

She could see him working to text her back. But stopped.

She was shaking, the nerves were running high. She took her anti-anxiety meds, some melatonin to help her relax enough to go to bed.

Now here she was, at his place while he was at work. To get her stuff and return her key to him.

She drove down the long highway, heading to the one place she knew she would be welcomed back. The one place she remained family.

She entered Lebanon Kansas around midnight. She entered the bunkers garage just shortly after one in the morning. She still remembered the key to get in, where Sam and Dean always stashed it. She parked her car next to Baby. Killing the engine she leaves her belongings in her car, very exhausted. Both emotionally, mentally, and physically.

She walks the halls slowly; nothing has changed much since she left.

She found her way to the library. Sam and Dean weren’t up, they were in bed. She sat at one of the tables. Making herself comfortable.

Her eyes began to feel warm; tears began to surface.

He had crippling depression; he will more likely kill himself over this.

Just you wait, you’ll see his obituary that he died by suicide and there will be a note blaming you.

If he dies, it will be your fault. Sure he hurt you, but you hurt him far worse.

Her hands came up to her ears, and she let the tears fall.

 Dean was one of the first to wake up. He walked up to the kitchen, doing his usual routine. Getting coffee brewed and ready for him and Sam.

Once done, he got himself a cup of coffee and walked down to the library to check if there were any new cases they could take.

Walking through the war room, he saw someone sitting in their chair, knees to her chest. Her head on her knees. He knew her from anywhere.

“Y/N?” He says, trying to wake her up.

She began to stir.

She looked up at Dean with a lifeless look in her eyes.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He says with a hard look on his face.

“No don’t, he’s not worth it.” she says, her voice void of life.

“Sweetheart, what happened, I thought you loved him.”

“Apparently “I don’t have feelings for him.’”

“He got insecure again, huh?”

She nodded.

“Why was I not good enough for him?”

“He was just insecure; it wasn’t you sweetheart. It was him, not you.”

“He has crippling depression; I just have a bad feeling I hurt him so much he’d kill himself.”

“He’s a dad, he’s not going to kill himself. He’s got a reason to live.”

True. She thought.

“When’d you get in?”

“I got here around one…maybe two in the morning.”

“Should have called or texted me before you left wherever it was you were leaving. I would have had a room ready for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, now let’s work on you. Come on sweetheart, you can sleep in my room.”

“I still have my stuff in my car.”

“We’ll worry about those later, now, you need proper sleep.”

She got up, her shoulders slumped, her expression even told him she was overly exhausted.

She, without thinking, walked right up to Dean. His arms wrapped around her, hugging her close and tight to him.

“It’s going to be okay sweetheart.” He says softly.

She took a deep breath, taking in his scent. His body wash, shampoo, his particular smell always calmed her down.

He could feel her relax in his hold; he even knew she had no intentions of moving anytime soon. And knowing how exhausted she was, he worked her into his arms to carry her to his room.

He laid her down on his bed. Covering her up under his covers, she snuggled more into his covers.

He walked back into the kitchen to make breakfast. Seeing Sam up.

“Morning.” Sam says.

“Hey.”

“Was that Y/N I saw you carrying?”

“Yep.”

“What’s she doing back?”

“She broke up with James. Apparently he got insecure again, saying she didn’t have feelings for him.”

“Sounds like he didn’t allow himself to trust her.”

“Sounds like that to  me too. But she’s exhausted, not herself either. She got worried about him and his depression getting bad.”

“Do you think, Cas could wipe his memory. Wipe her from his memory so he wouldn’t hurt as much?”

“Possibly, we could do that for her.”

“Already done.” Cas says walking into the kitchen. Making Dean and Sam jump.

“You need a damn bell or something on you Cas, quit sneaking up on us.”

“Apologies Dean.”

“I see that Y/N has returned to us, but I can sense she is drained.”

“She is. And we’re taking a break from hunting to take care of her.” Dean says.

“Where do we start?” Sam asks.

“Her stuff is in her car; I’m making her breakfast. Wash her clothes, get her old room set up. Cas, you are going to get her favorite foods, snacks, and movies. And get the Dean cave set up for a movie night tonight.”

“Alright Dean.” Cas says, turning to leave.

“I’ll get her stuff and start laundry.” Sam says, taking his mug of coffee with him.

Dean turned to the fridge, finding bacon, eggs, and milk. Making pancakes, bacon, and eggs. A hefty, hearty breakfast.

 She woke up to the smell of bacon. She stirred awake at the moment Dean walked in with a tray full of food. A mug of coffee. A glass of cold orange juice.

“What is this?”

“Just taking care of my girl is all.”

“You’re girl?”

“Yeah, you’re my girl. Remember?”

“Dean, I just broke up from an exhausting relationship.”

“Just as friends sweetheart, I’m not trying anything honest.”

“Thanks Dean, that’s really sweet of you.” She says with a soft smile.

He returned her a kind and soft smile. Walking in more and sat the tray on her lap.

“You cooked enough food, that’s for sure.”

“I only assume you didn’t eat anything yesterday or on your trip here.”

“You assumed right.” She says.

“We’re not hunting today, we told Garth to let some hunters in on some cases we find.”

She nodded, grabbing her fork, and digging in.

“Why don’t you eat something Dean?” she asks, mouth full of food. Making Dean chuckle.

“I ate already, I’m good. Besides, we’re getting your room set up, and among other things. So you just relax while we do that.”

“Thank you Dean, that’s sweet of you guys.”

“Anything to help you sweetheart. Eat up, relax and I’ll stop by again soon.” He says, turning to leave. Taking the keys to the Impala.

 She finished her plate, only being able to eat half of what he made her. She gets up to clean off her plate. Finding Sam in the kitchen.

“Hey Y/N, it’s good to see you.” He says, with a kind smile.

“It’s good to be back with you guys.” She says returning a sure and kind smile.

“Here, let me, I’ll wash those for you.” He says, holding out his hands.

She gives him her tray. “Thanks Sammy.”

“Anything to help you sweety, why don’t you go take a shower or something, relax, get cleaned up. I bet you feel gross.”

“I do. That sounds good right now.” She says turning to head to the shower room.

She heads to her old room, finding her bags on the bed, the room in the midst of a makeover. Clearly not done. She finds a note on her duffle bag.

Seeing it was written by Dean.

‘Hey sweetheart, I’m betting you are wanting a shower or something to get cleaned up and relax. Knowing you’re not a fan of baths, I bought you some shampoo and body wash that would help you relax. I’ve heard lavender scented anything helps relax you. Go check the shower room, I want you wearing my clothes, use the shampoo and body wash I got you. Take as long as you need to. Freshen up, and I’ll see you soon. ­– Dean’

She smiled at the note, turned out of her room and she made her way to the shower room finding Dean’s Henley, sweats, a pair of her clean underwear, and his flannel. She even seen the lavender scented body wash and shampoo.

She got the water set at the perfect temperature and stood under the steamy stream of water.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Content to starting over. Pretending those few months didn’t exist. Sure she can’t get that time back. But at least she ended it before it got worse.

 The scent of lavender filled the shower room when she finished. She even felt even more relaxed as she wore Dean’s clothes, smelling his scent in his clothes.

She walked around the bunker in stockinged feet. She walked past the Dean cave seeing Cas in there, rearranging the room.

“Cas?”

“Y/N, Glad to see you’re doing well. How are you feeling?”

“Better, what’s this?”

“Dean, Sam and I think a movie night will help further. So I bought all of your favorites, your favorite movies and snacks.”

“That’s sweet of you guys.”

“Anything for a friend.”

She smiles at her angel friend.

They all said the same thing to me, anything for you, anything for a friend, anything for my girl. I like this. I feel valued. She thought.

“Of course we value you Y/N, you matter to us.” Cas says.

“I keep forgetting you can read my mind.”

Cas tilted his head, confused.

“Nothing, just…thanks Cas.” She says, smiling and continuing down the hall.

She got closer to her room. Seeing Sam walking out of her room.

“Hey, Y/N, come check this out. Tell me what you think.” He says.

She quickens her pace a tad, she peers into her room, seeing a string of star lights hanging on her ceiling. Her pictures on her new wall shelves. Pictures of her with Dean, Sam, and Cas.

Her bed, looking new with new covers that fit her personality with her favorite color. She had a smile plastered on her face.

She had a small bookshelf with all of her old books she had. Her desk with her laptop. Her TV in the corner of her room, perfect view from her bed. Her Xbox console, DVD player and Apple TV. She felt like she was at home.

“I love this, thank you guys so much.”

“I’m glad you like it. Dean’s getting pizza, and we’re close to watching a marathon of movies that Cas bought.”

“How many did he buy?”

“Just…a lot.”

Oh god. She thought while stifling a laugh with a snort.

The bunker doors opened and shut.

“Dinner’s on!” Dean shouted.

“Dean it’s almost 2 in the afternoon!” Y/N giggled.

She seen him walk around the corner of the hall seeing him walking with a tall stack of pizza.

“Holy shit, what!?”

“Okay, Dean, that’s too much food.” Sam says.

“Think about leftovers dude.”

They shrugged, eh, true.

“Alright, to the Dean cave, lets get this party started.”

Y/N giggled. She felt fuzzy inside, whatever they’re doing. It’s working.

Dean sat the pizzas along the bar. Y/N even noticed some added furniture. Some adult sized bean bag chairs.

Dean had paper plates ready, sodas, beer, and another table with snacks and more sodas ready for after their lunch slash supper.

She picked the adult sized bean bag chair, Sam and Cas had the two lazy boy recliners; Dean picked the other bean bag chair. The movie Cas popped in, one of her personal favorites. Thor Ragnarök.

But once she saw Loki, her chest felt heavy. He looked like her ex. Dean saw her face drop.

Getting up with his plate, he joined her. She snuggled against him.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Wasn’t this your favorite movie?”

“It is, it’s just. Loki looks like him.”

“But is Loki him?”

“Well, no.”

“There you have it. Loki is not him. Loki is Loki. Not James.”

She nodded, continued to eat, and watch the movie.

“Anyone want seconds?” Sam asked.

Everyone practically held their plates up. Sam chuckling.

She felt tons better than she did when she first got here.

She doesn’t miss him. She only wishes him well. She does hope that one day she’ll be ready to try again but maybe hopefully she finds someone who is more willing to trust her.

She snuggles against Dean, his arm around her, holding her close. Making her feel safe. Making her feel okay.

She felt him kiss atop her head.

Maybe there is still hope. Maybe she should go for the obvious.

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A/N: Kind of back, still on hiatus but how’d you like it? It is loosely based on my actual break up, the texts were the actual texts I received and sent to him. But please be patient with me, I’m still feeling a tad off. I’m sure I’ll post spastically when I’m okay again.

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[babiesdreams]

Mirrors

This is a part 1 from a serie, I hope you all like it and my intention is to keep introducing members in the story, so please leave feedback about who else do you want to see in here.

Characters: fem! reader, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Taeyong.

Warnings: It gets a little angst at some point but it isn´t too heavy.

Word count: 4000

“Doyoung, an nct former member, is taking a hiatus from his career as he's dealing with anxiety. Nctzens must really support him during this time as he really needs support” The Tv was loudly announcing the gossip news. 

“So another idol” you thought. Definitely being an idol must be hard and everything, dealing with all the sasaengs, the media, the pressure. You understood their feelings but there must be something else. It's not like you know a lot about these boys, but you know they are famous, cool and a good support for their fans, so they might be good people.

Your mind wanders at the different outcomes of your plan. You never tried this before, not with a famous person, not with an idol you didn't even know. But maybe he needed it so… Why not?

You searched for information, multiple photos until you memorized his face, his name, age, you even listened to some of their songs. You got everything ready and looked up for the hour in Seoul, it was 4 AM there. Perfect for your plan. You looked at your phone, to see what hour was in your town. 5 PM, you managed to see. 

Okay so, not too bad, you weren't really sleepy but you could get to it. You laid on your bed, put on some music with your headphones and closed your eyes. You pictured the boy´s face right in front of you, searching for him. Eventually, you found him and went his way inside your dark mind. You were unsure if it worked as you never tried with an unknown person before, but you trusted your abilities and just hoped for the best.

“Kim Doyoung” you called him in the empty dark space you were in at the moment. You couldn't hear or see anything for a while, until you heard footsteps coming your way. 

“Who are you?” The boy said from the distance, completely inserted in the dark.

It started getting really cold there, you felt as cold as if it was snowing, or you were inserted in an iced lake of some sort. 

“I´m here to help you. Are you Kim Doyoung?” You screamed as if attempting to make him hear you from the distance. 

“Who are you?” He said getting closer to you, until you could finally recognize his face. 

“I´m Y/N, I came here so I could help you” you said getting closer to greet him. 

“Where is this place?” He said, confused looking around.

“Well I don´t know, you tell me, It's your dream” You said smiling at him.

“My dream?” He said even more confused.

“Yes, I came here to help you with your problems, I'm a dream traveler. I have the natural ability to get myself into others’ dreams and also control them. Cool right?” You explained, feeling proud of your abilities all of a sudden.

“That doesn't make sense” He said shaking his head.

“Yeah, maybe it doesn't. Shall we go somewhere else? “You said, picturing a beautiful empty beach at night, and as you pictured it, it appeared “Do you like this or…?” You said now looking at Doyoung´s shocking expression.

“Wait, How did you do that?” He said, curiously looking around as he walked through the beach, feeling the sand under his feet as he walked “This feels very real” He said, now grabbing a handful of sand letting it out of his fist slowly.

“That’s how dreams feel dummy” You say as if it were obvious. You started walking through the dark beach, hypnotized by the moonlight. It somehow had the same feeling as the previous empty black space you woke up in.

You turn to look at Doyoung, the boy is looking confused as he tries to understand and process everything.

And then, everything changes, both of you are in a nice cozy house, in the middle of the living room, with comfortable clothes that could perfectly be a pajama. You look around, the walls are a nice shade of light pink, making this room contrast the two previous scenarios you both went through. There's a big beige sofa resting on the wall, in front of it a cute coffee table full of small decorations and some plants. Further away, you can see a dining table, all set, with a cute centerpiece and five chairs matching the wood of the table.

You look at Doyoung again as he sits on the big sofa and you do the same, a couple of meters away, giving him space. You now imagine, he created this scenario, probably thinking of some old house, or maybe his actual living room. You get lost in his eyes as he starts talking about something that you don't even get to hear.

“So what is it?” He says, bringing you back to reality. You blink twice as you try to focus on his question. “Sorry, I didn't get that” You say looking down, ashamed of your behaviour. But, could you really blame yourself, I mean, you’ve seen a lot of handsome boys before, but he was different for sure. Maybe it was his perfectly parted dark hair, maybe his dark eyes, looking right through you, or maybe it was his personality that had you going this way. 

He sighed, as he had to repeat everything he just said. “Who do you work for?” He summarized. “Um..” You looked away. Your mind was working really hard, nobody ever asked you this. Should you pretend you are some kind of strange creature so that he doesn't look for you? Should you just tell the truth? What even was the truth?. You were confused as to what to say or do, but he thought you were just trying to hide something. “You can't tell me right? Maybe they're watching us” You just nodded, following his crazy theory, hoping for the best.

“So you definitely are not human, I mean no human can do this. Or maybe you are just a product of my imagination” He says to himself as he tries to understand everything. “I’m real, I mean, I have control of my own actions and words” You say trying to help him clear his confusion, but your words sound like a challenge to him. He focuses hard and you can actually tell he's trying to control your actions, but he just gives up after a while.

You sigh, cause nothing is going as planned. “Doyoung, we can talk about your problems, I'm here for that reason. And trust me, no one is watching us.” You say trying to clear things up a little bit. But Doyoung just looks at you, waiting for answers, answers that you are not willing to give.

After a long couple of minutes of your eyes meeting and exploring the other’s, the scenario starts changing again, and you both appear in a black room, full of mirrors pointing at all directions, making it hard to know the limits of the space. You can hear Doyoung´s footsteps in the distance, but you can't get to reach him with your eyes, as the confusing view makes your mind blurry. 

You start getting anxious, feeling completely useless and judged as you see your reflection everywhere you look. All the mirrors turn slowly, pointing at your direction. Tears start forming on your eyes, and you are not able to stop them from falling down your cheeks. But then something clicks on your mind, making you realize how you could change the scenarion in your advantage, yrt you weren’t exactly stong at the moment. You concentrate as best as you can, trying to avoid the anxious thought going around your mind. You let out a  loud scream breaking all the mirrors around you. The broken glass pieces reveal Doyoung´s figure standing right in front of you.

You now allow yourself to be weak, and vulnerable, falling on your knees while you let your tears drip down endlessly, not even bothered to make them stop. You notice the boy’s gaze fixed on you, and you can tell he feels guilty of your state. But probably, he didn't even intend to do this, as this was just a part of his mind.

You get up slowly, getting yourself together. Doyoung’s voice sounds distant, as your mind is not fully able to keep going. “I’m sorry, I always, fuck things up like this” You notice by the sound of his words how he’s also crying, getting to the place you’ve been looking for since the beggining. 

However, before you can bring yourself up to say something, you see a light coming out of the end of the space you both were in, and you just knew. He’s waking up. You imagine an empty white door frame, making it appear in the distance. The door frame and its content, are a light source to the room, making the near zones glow up around it. 

“I really have to go” You say running towards the door frame. Yet, when your feet are almost crossing the clowing exit, It vanishes. You turn yourself looking at Doyoung’s expression as you hear his low voice again “Don’t go”

“I will come back, Doyoung, I promise, I just… I have to go now” You picture a  new door frame right next to you, allowing your hands to get through it, finally.

You wake up breathing heavily, feeling cold sweat falling from your forehead and you try your best to calm down. That dream was intense, and that boy was definitely intense. You calm down slowly, trying to figure out the meaning the room full of mirrors. “Maybe he's judgemental”  You think to yourself. And just like that, you spend the rest of the night looking for answers so that you could help him once you come back.

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Doyoung wakes up as an intense light comes into his room. Normally he's a morning person but not today for sure. He wakes up angrily as he couldn’t discover much about you and got a bitter aftertaste of his dream experience. “There's no way she's real” He thinks to himself while his body comes out of the bed slowly. His mind is still trapped within his dreams, not wanting to let go of the memory of your presence. 

“She's way too perfect” He thinks now under the hot feeling of the water running through his body as he takes a shower. 

The hours keep passing by and he can't stop his mind from playing the moments he experienced while dreaming last night. He desperately wanted you to come back, he wanted to see you again, touch you again, just feel you around him. He wasn't in his right mind and anyone could notice that. He was continuously spacing out, not listening, walking around, laying down doing pretty much nothing… So it was no surprise when Taeyong sat down with him to check out what was wrong.

“Are you feeling worse Doyoung? We can call a therapist if you need to” He says in a calmed tone looking at Doyoung with sweet eyes. “I´m okay, I just need to rest” He says without looking at him. “Doyoung” Taeyong says in a far more serious tone now, forcing Doyoung´s eyes to rest on him. “I know it can get hard sometimes, but you can talk to me about whatever you need. I won't judge you in any way okay?” The sound of his words create a relaxing atmosphere in the room, making Doyoung feel a bit guilty about his behaviour. “I will talk to you when I figure this out, hyung, I promise” He just says smiling at the boy, wanting desperately to make him feel less worried. Taeyong just smiles and nods, patting Doyoung´s head before leaving the room.

It was for sure, one of the things that haunted Doyoung, how worried Taeyong would get about his health. Of course, he understood that it was concerning to see a friend like that, but he didn't want to hurt any of his friends with his own problems. He was afraid he would hurt them as well, or even worse, be judged by them. He kept thinking about the mirrors, how he saw his own reflexion on them, how he fought back the anxiety growing inside of him. How you were completely destroyed, crying out loud on the floor, surrounded by tiny broken mirror pieces, how you stepped on them and didn't even realize the pain. “She's never coming back” A thought passed through his mind, invading his whole body. 

Why would you come back? So that he would hurt you again? Why were you there in the first place? Maybe just work, probably forced by some boss or something. There's no way you would actually care for him, you didn't even know him. Or maybe you did know him. Maybe you were a fan. Was that the reason you were acting like that to him? Were you there just to fulfill one of your fantasies? And how even did you get inside his own dreams? How did you control his subconscious mind? Why couldn´t he control your actions? He really tried hard to. 

There were far too many questions and yet no easy answers. He laid down on his bed, defeated. His mind had been working hard all day long, and yet he didn't even know what was happening. At least, this was distracting himself of his normal, self-destructive thoughts. Maybe it really was a mechanism his own mind made up for him to calm down and forget about his intrusive thoughts.

While he let his mind wander around different thoughts, he started falling asleep on top of his bed, unable to control it.

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It could be. It was not that he judged others, but his mind judging himself. It was written in the way the mirrors pointed at him from the beginning. It was your own mind that turned them to look at you. But, What was he judging about himself? He's pretty much perfect. It really doesn't make sense to you.

You lift your head, realizing it's already afternoon. You think to yourself you still got some time to figure things out. But then you realize, he's in Seoul. They don't have the same schedule and you are, pretty much fucked up. You look at the clock on your phone, It’s 4 pm, one hour earlier than yesterday. You got it. You can definitely do it again. Right? Well you hope so, you promised it. He's probably waiting for you. “Fuck” You say to yourself.

You lay down on bed as fast as you can, play some music, the same way you did the day before, and try relaxing. You start picturing Doyoung´s perfect features in front of you, you even imagine his scent, or at least the one you got to smell on his dream. And you start falling asleep, traveling through your mind, looking for the boy´s dream. It's not as easy as the first time, but you get to it in the end. It's so different compared to yesterday's scenarios. 

You find yourself in a cozy little apartment, clean, well decorated, caressing you with a warm welcoming feeling. After looking around, noticing the white walls, the huge kitchen to your left, the parquet floor, the nice painting hanging on the walls, the huge cozy sofa in the middle of the living room, the distant bedroom, the nice little plants placed everywhere; you notice him, waiting, sat down on the couch, with his arms laying on his knees and his hands covering his face.

“Doyoung?” you say, still in your position, too afraid of getting closer to him.

The boy lifts his head, surprised by your voice, looking at you as if he didn't quite believe his eyes. After a whole minute processing the information, he looks away, pretending not to care, a little too late for you to believe it.

“You did come back” He says pressing his back against the couch.

“Sorry about being late, the time zones are really something” You say scratching the back of your head.

“So you are not living in Korea?” He asks tapping the couch in a signal for you to sit next to him.

“Obviously not” You say as you start walking towards the couch, sitting right next to his body and placing your gaze on him.

He chuckles lightly at your expression, just like he could read your mind.

“I'm not mad” He clears out, letting you breathe better and relax for a moment “I am actually sorry, about yesterday, I didn't mean to-”

“It was your subconscious, it's not your fault” you interrupt him, knowing what he was about to say “I´ve been thinking… Is that the way you usually think about yourself?” You ask, even though you are really scared of his reaction.

“Um I guess so” He simply says not really thinking about it, as something else was trapped in his mind. “Can you go into everyone's dreams?” He asks curiously.

You simply nod, not really sure about how true that statement really is. “It's been like that so far” would be a more accurate statement, but you just shut up. There's something about Doyoung that makes you feel like every word you say could break him, just like you did with the mirrors.

“Can you do it then? So that I can trust you” He says looking right into your eyes. You tilt your head, trying to understand just what he was talking about. “I´m famous, that's how you know me right?” You nod, still confused. “So you know all the members right?” You start trying to remember the names you memorized before the first dream, but you don't get to remember any of the 23 names. You curse at yourself how could you have such a bad memory? You shake your head at the boy admitting your lack of memorization abilities.

He sighs, not knowing what to do. “Okay, Jaehyun, he's one of the most popular members nowadays. You must know him” You try your best to remember, sure you have heard his name before, but you couldn't really picture him. Suddenly Doyoung grabs something from his pants’ pocket, showing it to you. It was a photo of the said boy, looking really perfect, which makes you wonder “Are all of them perfect looking?” 

“You can go into his dreams, right?” You nod, unsure. “I think so. Jung Jaehyun right?” You say, now remembering some of the information you looked up. “Yes” he says, looking far more interested now. “I have to go in order to do that” You clear up, knowing very well he feared not meeting you again.

“It's fine, Just make sure to let him know he has to tell me about you, okay?” He says hugging you so suddenly that it shocks you. “Good luck” He says before placing a kiss on your forehead. You nod, still shocked by the situation. You make a door frame just like yesterday, so that you can exit. You walk slowly towards it, stopping right before entering. You turn around to look at the boy, who’s now waving at you. You wave your hand back and cross the door frame, exiting the dream as you do.

You wake up on your bed, still confused by the situation. You search for some Jaehyun pictures so that you can imagine him, the same way you do with Doyoung. After a couple of minutes you are ready to insert yourself inside the boy's dream. 

This time is way faster, making you think that maybe you are getting better at controlling your abilities. 

Without thinking much, you look around, noticing you are in some sort of castle.  It looks like a special event, a ball of some sort, everyone around you is dressed like the renaissance french movies you saw from time to time. You look down at your own dress, looking really puffy and heavy and it is, indeed, heavy. You also feel your waist pressured by a corset. 

You look up, noticing a big figure in front of your eyes. “I have been waiting for you, princess” Jaehyun says as you look right into his eyes. “I- I have been looking for you” You say confused at the situation.

Jaehyun chuckles lightly, showing his dimples, and you find yourself falling into his charm. “Shall we?” He says offering you a hand letting you know he wants to dance. You notice, just now, his clothes are price-like, really making him look like an ethereal prince. 

“Sure” You just say, mesmerized by the view. You don't really know how to dance, not to this kind of music. But his hands guide you through the movements and you don't really think about it. The song keeps playing in the background and you smile at the cute moment you both are sharing. 

Just when the song comes to an end, Jaehyun’s body stops abruptly forcing you to follow. He cups your cheeks inside his palms and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

You gasp, making him pull off. “Are you okay?” He asks with a worried expression. “Y-Yes, I just, um…” You can't bring yourself to speak your mind and you just try to look away. It's now that your mind clears out and you remember. “You have to talk with Doyoung, you know him right?” The boy just nods, confused at the sudden hit of reality on his dream. “Talk to him about me. I have to go now” You say realizing a shiny light coming inside the room. 

“Will you come back?” Jaehyun says, raising his arm in your direction. “Sure” You say running towards the frame you just created as fast as you possibly can. You end up succeeding, exiting the weird dream fastly.

You wake up on your bed, confused and feeling really weird. You touch your lips with your fingertips, remembering the feeling of Jaehyun’s lips on yours. That's the weird thing about dreams, they are impossible in real life, but they feel just too real.

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Doyoung wakes up, after a while, thinking about how much time you need to succeed at your mission. He's getting anxious, impatient. He just wants to know if this shit is real, he wants to know more about you. What was it on you that made him feel this way? He barely knew you.

He couldn't wait any longer sitting there, like an idiot, he had to find answers. So he got dressed up and walked his way to the boy’s dorm, looking for him anxiously. He finally entered the bedroom, looking at the half-waken boy.

“Hey, Jaehyun, did you sleep well?” Doyoung says sitting on the limit of Jaehyun’s bed. “Um, yeah, I had a pretty weird dream, I was gonna tell you about it” the boy says, in a sleepy tone. “Really?” Doyoung asks intrigued. 

“Yes, so okay, I was in this giant palace, and I was the prince, waiting for the princess, and she arrived, a little bit late. But the way she looked, it was enough to forgive her for being late, to even forget she was late. And then I asked her to dance with me, and the way our bodies moved with the music, was just magical” He started explaining, completely immersed in the story.

“You both danced, cool” Doyoung says in a totally uncool tone. “Yes, and when the song finished, I grabbed her face and kissed her. I´m not lying dude, It was the best kiss I ever had in my life, even if it wasn't real” The boy was looking at the ceiling, replaying the dream on his head. “Oh, you guys kissed” Doyoung says, clenching his jaw, in a jealous expression. 

“Yes, but she was shocked, I guess she didn't really expect that. And then she asked me if I knew you, which was weird. And she told me to tell you about the dream, that's why I’m, you know, telling you” He says, finally looking at Doyoung’s angry expression. “How did she look like?” Doyoung asks, angry, pissed off, about to explode. “Dude, like a fucking angel, I´m not even kidding” Jaehyun just says making Doyoung get up from the bed and leave the room slaming the door angrily. 

She is just playing with me or what? he thinks to himself before stopping abruptly. “What am I even thinking about? I don't even know her, I can't react like this” He keeps repeating this like a mantra all day long, trying to convince himself of those words.

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Masterlist

So this is it babies, I hope you liked this first part and give this serie a lot of support, I´m planning to introduce some smut chapters so please leave feedback

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o passing out because of a diet (2/2)

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k4.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

Part 1

SAN

You were following San in every shop. You were meeting his grandparents in 2 days and you had nothing to wear for this special occasion. “What about this dress? I’m pretty sure that you will be beautiful on it?” You shook your head, “too short. I don’t want your grandmother to think bad of me.” “She won’t,” he raised a brow. You focused back on the clothes in front of you. You needed the perfect outfit. San didn’t know about it but when you met his mom at the supermarket the other day. You were talking about your relationship with his son when she mentioned that you gained weight compared to the first time you met her. You didn’t say anything, but it hurt you. If San learn about it, he would say that she hadn’t meant it or worse, he could agree with her. So, you managed to go on a diet and work out without your boyfriend knows it. “This one is perfect! What do you think about it?” You tilted your head and stared at the dress. It was a long dress, opened on the side but not in a provocative way. “It’s pretty,” you admitted. Plus, it would hide your body features perfectly. “You should try it,” he smiled, handing you the dress. You nodded and headed at the fitting room. Just before closing the curtains, San said, “I’ll wait you here! Can’t wait to see you wearing this!” He was so cute with you. “I’ll try my best to do it quickly,” you said. When you closed the curtains, you sat on the little bench. Your head was spinning suddenly. You held your head on your hands to calm down. “Are you done?” asked San, at the opposite side of the curtain. “Not yet…” you replied weakly. San grunted but stayed quiet. You stood up and removed your clothes, losing your balance. The hotness remaining on the little space made your head dizzier. You took a deep breath and finally wore the dress. Without looking at your reflection in the mirror, you opened the curtain, looking for fresh air but you felt like no air could reach your lungs. “Wow Y/N!” shouted your boyfriend, “You look stunning!” You tried to focus on San’s face, but everything was turning around you. You blinked to reduce the dizziness. “You should take this one! My grandma will like it for sure!” You attempted to smile but your legs flinched, making you fall on the floor. San rushed to you to help you, but you finally gave up and passed out in his arms. “Y/N?! Somebody helps me please!” Yelled San, seeing that you were not responding anymore.

A feeling of cold water woke you up. When you opened your eyes, you saw your boyfriend with a wet towel, applied kindly on your forehead. He looked right at you. “Hi sleepy head,” he smiled softly. “Hi,” you replied weakly, “what happened?” “You fainted at the mall. The manager called the emergency but just with few questions, they said that you fainted because of hard work and empty stomach.” “Oh…” you knew that he would ask you some questions, so you just confessed. “I’m on a diet and I probably went too far…” “Seems like. But why?” “I met your mother last day and she said that I gained weight…” you said sadly. San giggled, “don’t change for her Y/N! She probably didn’t mean it.” “I’m not sure…” you sat up on the couch. “She likes you so much! She doesn’t want to be mean with you.” He intertwined his fingers with yours. “And I see you every day! You didn’t gain weight at all.” “You are sure?” you asked, smiling awkwardly. “Yes, and even if you lose or gain weight, you’ll stay beautiful and stunning.” He smiled, tilting his head. “Thank you San-ie.” “Oh, and by the way. The shop gifted you the dress.” The was finally a good point but you would never do a diet this way.

MINGI

In the hallway, you heard the loud music bumping through the walls. You smiled when you thought your boyfriend doing his best to practice his part on Wonderland. Due to his hiatus, he was practicing more just to get back his dancing skills. Even if you said that he was doing good as always, he ignored your compliments. You knocked at the door just to prevent of your presence. He would probably not hear it, so you got in. As expected, Mingi was dancing powerfully. He might probably train since a long time because of the sweat dripping off his chin. You set your stuff on the couch and waited the end of the song. Mingi was a real good performer. The way his moves were hard and clean was impressing you. “Hello young lady,” greeted Mingi, hugging you as always. “Ew Mingi! You are sweating so much!” You said, giggling at your sticky boyfriend. “It doesn’t bother you, sometimes.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes and pinched him a bit, “Perv.” Mingi played back the music and went back practicing. You were texting your friend when Mingi called you, breathless. “Can you help me with the choreography?” You nodded, “Yes sure! What should I do?” “Take Wooyoung spot so I can practice the last chorus.” “Okay boss.” You stood up next to your boyfriend, learning the choreography as fast as possible. He was a good teacher; it was easy to learn this intense part. You loved to do the little part with Mingi, it was powerful and funny in the same time. But the fun disappeared when your head started to be painful. It feels like a dozen of daggers were tickling your brain. “Are you okay?” asked Mingi, seeing you obviously, in pain. “Yes, just a moment of weakness.” You smiled to reassure him. “Do you want to take a break?” “No, it’s okay! Let’s practice.” He wasn’t really okay with it, but you played back the music. You faked that everything was fine, but it was worse. Your head was spinning, and you were suffocating. You were behind Mingi, he couldn’t see you struggling with the choreography and your dizziness. But when you turned around, you felt your body leaving the last energy you had. Your boyfriend turned around instantly, when he saw you fell on the mirror reflection, “Y/N!” He kneeled down to you, shaking your body when he saw that you were not answering or waking up. “Y/N! Y/N!” He yelled.

You hummed, regaining your consciousness. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking a few seconds to get used to the lights. “Are you feeling okay?” You noticed your boyfriend face in front of you. “Mingi?” “What’s wrong? You suddenly fainted!” he freaked out. You looked around you. He might carry you on the couch. “I’m fine.” “Are you still on a diet?” You nodded, knowing that he would be mad because he doesn’t like the idea of you doing a diet. “You should have been more careful…” he sighed. “And you don’t need to continue this stupid diet. You are perfect.” Both of you knew that you will continue but you will be less strict with yourself than before. “How I get so lucky?” you smiled. “Lucky? You fainted 30 minutes ago. I don’t call that being “lucky”. He raised a brow. “Lucky to have you, idiot.” You rolled your eyes. “I know, I’m an angel,” he smirked. He was annoying sometimes but so lovely as well.

WOOYOUNG

Your boyfriend was dieting since few months already. He absolutely wanted to lose weight for his future promotions. You were against this idea since you liked everything about him. His tights were the thing that you loved the most. But he said it was important for him, so you just let him do it. The first days, he was struggling a lot to reduce his meals. Especially when you went out on a date. He would do his best to order a healthy food and look at you eat a burger or a pizza. When you caught him staring at your meal with envy, you took the decision to help your boyfriend. “I will go on a diet too,” you said, sipping your soda. He raised a brow, “and why? You don’t need to.” “It’s not a bad thing to be careful about my health too.” You smiled. “Being on a diet isn’t easy you know.” “I did some, you know,” you rolled your eyes. “But not mine.” “And what is so different?” you asked. “It’s 2 meals a day. Drink a lot of water and an intense work out session.” “Don’t seem impossible to me.” “And no sugar, except for breakfast. No more candies or chocolate snack that you love so bad.” He smirked knowing that you would never stop eating your little midnight snacks. You gulped but answered, “okay count me in.” One week later, you regretted everything you said. It was worse than you thought. You felt like you were craving and that all the usual energy, you had left your body. There was no change on your body or weight, and it pissed you a lot. Wooyoung lost at least 5 pounds with this diet in 1 week and you not even one. And the worse thing was that you needed to act like you were okay or Wooyoung would win his ego will explode. But it was hard to stop the dizziness that you had sometimes. Today, you were with the team backstage waiting with them. But all the staff around rushing to their tasks was increasing the race of your heart. You could hear every beat bumping in your chest. It was incredibly hot too in the room. You tugged on the couch armchair, bumping into Seonghwa’s arm. “Sorry,” you bowed politely. “It’s okay Y/N, it’s just me.” He smiled. You tried to smile but your knees were shaking too much, distracting you from the conversation with the eldest member. He noticed it and asked worried, “Y/N? Are you okay? You look-“ You fell right in his arms, unconscious. “Wooyoung!” called Seonghwa, looking for his teammate who was probably doing his makeup. “What?” he replied annoyed. When he spotted you, in a panicked Seonghwa’s arms, he rushed to you, carrying you on a calm area.

When you regained your spirit, you stood up instantly, making your head dizzier than before. “Calm down…” ordered Wooyoung pulling you down on the mattress. “My head hurts like I had a hangover.” You complained. “You need to stop this diet Y/N. It was a bad idea. Your body wasn’t ready for this big change.” He explained, rubbing your cheek. “No… If you can do it then I can do it too.” “You were the one who did it perfectly…” he bit his lip. “I ate few chocolate bars at night…” Your face decomposed, “Jung Wooyoung.” “Before killing me… I got one for you!” He handed you a snack bar, trying to be nice after his betray. “I will eat it, but I’m not done with you loser.” He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, “be careful now.” You nodded; you would probably stop this diet, but you make an effort when he needs help.

JONGHO

Your boyfriend invited you at the restaurant to celebrate his 3 weeks break. He would visit his family during this time, so he wanted to enjoy a great night with you. As you were working, you wouldn’t be able to spend time with him anyway. When you got in the restaurant, you immediately spotted your boyfriend near the window. He loves to see what’s happening on the street and enjoy his meal with you. “Order what you want,” said Jongho. At this moment, you ignored what to do. You started a diet a week ago and high caloric meals were prohibited. Jongho was ignoring it since he was against these diets’ ideas. “I’m not too hungry tonight… I will just take a salad.” He narrowed his eyebrows, “it’s been a week that you are eating healthy things.” “Oh really? I haven’t noticed it,” you lied. “You are not eating as much as usual too.” “Huh, that’s probably because of my period. You know… hormones…” you lied again. “Oh, that’s a girl thing then,” he said embarrassed. “Yes! Exactly! A girl thing,” you repeated a bit too enthusiast but happy that your lie worked. He stared at you weirdly, but you changed the subject to escape. Finally, you didn’t eat that much of your salad. Eating only the ingredients that were not caloric or drown in the sauce. At the end of the meal, your belly was craving and growling more than before. “Should we go at the-“ he began. “Arcade game?” Hell yes!” you finished. He smiled and held your hand from the restaurant until you got in the game center. “What about the dance machine?” “Sure! Be ready to lose Jongho!” You said humbly, positioning yourself. Jongho laughed and played the first music. You were a pro at this song. You knew that all the chance would be on your side. “Wait… should we bet something?” He smirked, “If I win, you come with me to see my parents.” “I wasn’t expecting this but okay.” You smirked. “But if I win, we go on vacation when you have holidays again.” He nodded and shook your hand to make the bet official. You climbed on the carpet and waited the first symbols to appear. As usual, you were winning but the sudden feeling of your spinning head made you miss few combos. “Oh! Seems like that you are losing,” said Jongho happily. You tried to get back your composure, but black spots covered your vision. You knew at this moment that you were passing out due to the effort. “Y-Y/N!” yelled Jongho catching you in his arms before sitting you down slowly on the floor. All the lights were dazzling you. You couldn’t handle this anymore. 

The sound of your shower helped you to go back to the reality. You sat on your bed, rubbing your face slowly. You didn’t remember how you got in your apartment, but you knew for sure that you fainted because of your diet. You would need to find an excuse when Jongho would ask you what was going on with your health. The water stopped, you rushed to find something to tell at your boyfriend. Your period? Yes it could work well. “How you feel?” asked Jongho coldly. “Fine. Seems that my period was more powerful than usual.” You smiled awkwardly. He walked toward you, grabbing the book on your nightstand. “Since when are you dieting?” “Jongho…” “Since when Y/N?” he repeated. “Few days…” you said intimidated. He sat on the bed, next to you, “how many times I need to tell you that you were pretty as you are? You don’t need these stupid diets!” he threw the book on the bed. You nodded, you felt insecure most of the times because of Jongho’s image was important. “You are the best thing I’ve never had so please don’t change anything. Promise?” he handed his pinky finger to you. “Promise.” You smiled, crossing your finger with his.

Part 1

[ask-ethari-anything]

Do you ever have a thought about the people who'll be on the receiving end of the weapons you've crafted that makes you shudder? Have you ever had a nightmare about it or had the looming thought so bad that you had to take a small hiatus from crafting weapons?

*sits quietly by the edge of the ritual pool, eyes on the water* Too often.

Runaan has a hard side. He can stash his feelings for as long as he likes and function quite well--or so he thinks. But me? I don’t have a hard side. Just a protective side. I make swords to protect my husband and his assassins from falling in battle. But that means that humans will fall instead. There is no other option when you’re at war.

They have families too. Mothers, husbands, little ones. Why must they choose to break the old promises, to draw the ire of the Dragon Throne? Surely they must have good reasons. Don’t they know they’re risking the happiness of everyone they love when they act so rashly? Surely they must.

Perhaps they act so rashly because of those they love... *stares intently at the very reflective pool* If they feel they have no other choice, they surely will act to protect their own, yes? They would risk everything to keep others safe. And they do their best, until they come up against my swords, in my husband’s hands.

*hands twitch and clasp together* I make trinkets and jewelry to balance out my blades. Things that will bring happiness, joy, laughter, a soft smile. Things that elves will be alive a long time to appreciate.

It’s a dark balance for the harder work of my hands. But it’s the best I can do. When I was crafting Rayla’s butterfly blades, I made so many trinkets. I’d stay up late polishing and twisting and inlaying, until I’d get so tired I’d get sloppy and nick myself sometimes, and that seemed only fair, too. If I bled for my soft creations, didn’t that balance the blood Rayla would spill with her swords?

My soft little girl, taking life... for the rest of her life... I wasn’t ready, not at all. She was supposed to have a few more years. Runaan promised. But then... the Storm Spire happened. And all our lives changed, very suddenly. Too suddenly.

I dreamed one night that humans invaded the Silvergrove, and I had to take my own swords and go out to defend it. And then one of the humans attacking me... was Runaan. A human Runaan, coming at me with his war face on.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t. I woke up in a cold sweat. Runaan’s eyes got very wide in concern--usually it’s him having the bad dreams. So I didn’t tell him about it, and I let him cuddle me back to sleep.

I did my best to work the next few days, but my concentration was shot, and I made a lot of trinkets instead. Trinkets with turquoise and purple gems in them.

And then I got back to work. Because I’m the Master Craftsman of the Silvergrove, and I have work to do.

[skzluvs]

Phobia; Han jisung

Genre: angst, fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi! I’m back from my hiatus with another angst fic inspired by the drama it’s okay to not be okay combined with a little bit of phobia I hope you guys like it!

The girl who fed on nightmares

there was a girl who woke up every night by the nightmares, demons that haunted her dreams. She was twisted inside, held back by the painful memories of her past.

panting breath, irregular heartbeat, a cold sweat dripping from her forehand. she opened her eyes to meet with the darkness of her room. Terror washed over her. frightened.

"it's just another nightmare" she said trying to calm down the thoughts that were messing up her already deranged head.

a familiar setup, you might think she grew accustomed to the feeling after the third night but that's was not true the lingering feeling of numbness grew by the time she realized there was no escape from the chains that still cuffed her up.

the morning came earlier, with very few hours of sleep, she got up and got ready for work. the days turned into a monotone.

she arrived to bookstore, pure silence made her mind feel content. A moment of peace in the torrential rain.

"excuse me" a soft voice called her, almost as quiet as a whisper that's being shared between lovers.

she looked up to meet with a boy, with black hair and a mischievous smile, he looked cheerful with an undeniable strong aura that surrounded his slender figure, definitely not the type you would see in a library at 8am in the morning.

"yes" she replied politely to the boy who carried a handful on books on his arms.

"i want to check all of these out please" he placed the books on the counter.

As she took a look at the pile, she got intrigued by the peculiar selection.

children books.

but not the kind that you read to a child unless you want them to have nightmares, and she knew damn well about that.

"you like this gruesome stuff ?" she was never the kind to question other people's interests but for some strange motive she wanted to know.

" it's a children's book how can you call this masterpiece gruesome" the boy seemed rather offended by her words.

" the pictures make me want to cry my eyes out and I'm an adult, there's no way this book was targeted for such audience" she said

" it seems like you know nothing about this books not the author , therefore I won't be engaging in a discussion, you can continue to be ignorant later just let me borrow them so I can go" he said annoyed, taping with his finger on top of the dusty cover.

The girl refused to give out response and rather continued to do her job. she sure didn't get paid enough for that.

"here" she said handing him the books along with the returning slip. "you have 2 weeks to return them unless you want more time come before the deadline to extend the borrowing period"

"thank you" he left not sparing to look at her for the last time before exiting through the door.

the browned eyed boy who just happened to be named han jisung, she found out his name through his library card. Was all she could think about, not because she was interested, but because of the of his actions. Usually she evaded social situations, she found people not worth of her time, but there was something about that boy that made her wanted to crush him like a fragile butterfly with broken wings.

another meaningless night, it was tiring to get emptied out like that. Every time she closed her fears shaped into a reality. she was stuck with the phobia.

days passed by, a body that walks through the streets without a soul. There was nothing she wanted nothing she desired more but to fall asleep. So she lived her life longing for that moment.

going through the bookshelves placing them correctly by alphabetical order. A pair of eyes stuck to the back of her head.

a boy who watched her carefully from the other side of the room, and he probably thought he was being precautious, but she knew she was being observed.

Jisung. Who came everyday just to sit as far back from the main entrance as possible, hiding in a corner reading the books he so much loved. After the first encounter with the girl he could no longer sleep the same way. His thoughts circled around her small frame and the sound of her broken voice.

there was this thing about her, he called it despondency and he was drowned right into it. like the tales had taken over a human form.

by the end of the two weeks he stood there fidgeting, over the course of the last couple of days his little instigating got him nowhere. She repeated a daily routine, there was nothing to analyze in her vague movements and worn out expressions. However he knew she hides more than the human eye can perceive behind that weary facade.

The moment she clocked out he followed her outside.

"why are you following me" the girl stopped her tracks and made a spin over her ankles, just to meet with him.

"I needed to ask you something" He said rather shy. all the courage he build up over the weeks disappearing at the strong gaze that confronted him.

"I'm not obligated to respond, do me a favor and get lost" She turned around and continued to walk.

It was an expected reply exactly what made jisung decide it was better to come up with a different plan.

every day he would put a book of his collection on top of her desk hoping she would get interested enough to read it.

but instead she would just eye the cover and place it back to its shelf.

Not until one day she meet to something different, the book had a folded edge, opening the page carefully, her fingers ghosting over the words printed on the glossy paper.

"bad memories from the past that he wanted to erase from his head"

"were replayed in his dreams every night"

"and haunted him nonstop"

"the boy was terrified of falling asleep"

a creeping feeling went down her spine, and her trembling hands made the book fall. Her own monsters greeted her with a grin. Collapsing with the wooden floor.

jisung got petrified by the loud sound. He hurried his way to find the girl unconscious on the ground. it was all his fault.

a disturbing sound came from her mouth. She woke up in an oddly unfamiliar house. Her body covered by a thin blanket, the walls were closing like the screams that got caught up in her throat.

jisung who was downstairs making dinner ran through the stairs and opened the door alarmed at the high pitched noises.

"Are you okay?" He exclaimed trying to recover his breath.

"what am I doing here? where am i ?" she asked not trying to panic even more. She felt so dizzy the room kept on spinning.

"you're at my house, you passed out at the library" He said scratching the nape of his neck with guiltiness.

"I remember now, this was your deed, you and your stupid nauseating books" by the looks of it she had been gone for a while. Not to mention the longer she was in a slumber the longer the suffering.

"not my fault you got scared by a book for 5 year olds" He said shrugging, with an unprovoked expression.

"And you dared to call me an ignorant" she deadpanned.

"Do you fear anything?" He asked out of the blue.

what is the real meaning behind fear?. Fear is tangible. Is the anxiety, the desperation to run away and hide forever where they can't find you, it means to want to stab your eyes with a safety pin to blind the pain. Is the captivity of oneself.

"You're scared of yourself aren't you?" it no longer sounded like a question but more like an affirmation.

he had figured you out in no time. You couldn't let them see the vulnerable side, not to anyone and most definitely not this stranger.

"You said it yourself you know nothing so leave alone before it's too late" She threatened.

"Anyways I'm sorry for being so persistent, never intended to make you feel uncomfortable, I'll be downstairs if you need me, dinner is ready if you want to come and have something to eat before you leave" He knew it was better not to push it if he wanted answers.

But why was he so desperate to understand the world inside her head ?

Jisung felt the loneliness of her being. He came up to the conclusion that he wanted to be the person who brought the girl back to life.

After some time he grew a step closer to her, not to the point she would stop pushing him away but at least his efforts had made a very insignificant change.

She would let him read the books to her once in a while, she fed into the words, relating to every single one of them. But things were still the same at night, she would break down to the horrifying sight.

"Jisung why are you still here ?" she asked him unable to understand why the boy remained by her side even when she treated him like a piece of trash.

"Because im trapped under your spell" he confessed.

"You’re e going to end up in so much pain" she said looking into his eyes.

"You can't go to heaven before crossing the flames of hell" He responded with certainty. “ and If I have to burn I rather do it while still holding you”

"Would you still like me if you knew the kind of monster I am, not the one you read in books but the kind that hides behind a mask and transforms at night"

" I would still like you if you were the devil himself"

" The devil wont tear your soul apart like I would trust me" She knew she would drive him into despair. But she had warned him multiple times, from here she no longer take accountability, he would meet fear. She would make sure of that.

I'm stuck with the phobia although I want to stay with you I'm scared that you might disappear in between the shadows. How can I hold you when I was made to destroy you.

there was a girl whose world was a pitch black hole and her insides were dark and twisted, and a boy who fell in love with her repulsiveness swore to never leave her, but her darkness overshadowed the fugacious happiness of a spur moment and the voices in her head claimed that she was all alone. but the boy sang to her a lullaby that lulled her into a deep sleep and for the first time in forever there were no painful memories in her dreams.

She was the girl who fed on nightmares. The one he once read about and the one he was now holding on his arms.

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Silence in Atlas (30/30)

I did it. After so long I did it. I really hope you like this. SIA has been one hell of a ride and it is, as I post this final chapter, the first fanfiction I have every finished. I hope it made the hiatus more bearable to you as it did for me. I want to finish it before V7 aired but that clearly didn't happen jajaja. Yet here we are. Thank you so much for reading. I'd love to read what you think of this finale or if there is something I missed.

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Blake woke up before Yang did. She wasn’t sweating cold and she wasn’t shivering. For the first time since she had been taken she hadn’t had one of those vivid nightmares. Deep breath. The blonde was facing her way, her left arm wrapped around her waist. They were both naked and the realization made her blush. She recalled the night before and couldn’t believe how bold she had been. She had hoped that intimacy wouldn’t trigger her if she was the one on the giving end. It worked. The sound of Yang moaning her name in ecstasy was so clear in her head that it turned her on. 

She tried to sit up but found her legs tangled with Yang’s in a way that would definitely wake her girlfriend up if she moved. The blonde’s face looked so peaceful. Blake closed her eyes and leaned in, resting her head on the crook of the other girl’s neck. She could get used to this. It was the closest she had ever felt to paradise. 

“You awake?” Yang’s voice caught her by surprise and her eyes shot open as she looked up. Amber met lilac once more. She moved up and kissed her girlfriend on the lips. “I’ve been awake for a while” the blonde admitted. “But I really like being like this”. Blake smiled and kissed her girlfriend once more. She couldn’t tell what  time it was and she didn’t care. They could stay like that forever for what she cared. Several minutes went by and they both started to drift back to sleep when they were interrupted by a familiar sound. Yang’s scroll lit up, Ruby’s face on the screen. They exchanged a concerned look as the blonde moved to answer the call.

“Ruby?” she said as soon as the scroll was pressed against her ear. 

“Hey, sis” the younger sibling said, her tone cheerful as always. Still, Yang could feel something was wrong.

“How are things in Vacuo?” the blonde asked. 

“Well… A little intense. We fought off a pretty impressive amount of Grimm yesterday and today their numbers were still...” her tone suddenly changed. “We need you and Blake” 

“Ruby… We are…”

“I know she’s healing. I know you are too. I know you need time but you deserve to know what is happening. I… I need you with me too, Yang” 

“I know, little sis” she replied. Blake stared at her, confused about the interaction her girlfriend was having with the silver eyed girl. “I’ll talk to her about it. We’ll try to be ready as soon as possible”. The truth was she didn’t know if Blake was ready to go back to their mission. She didn’t even know if that was possible at all after everything she had been through. She made no promises but she knew her little sister needed her as well. 

“Thanks… I love you” Ruby said.

“I love you too” Yang replied before ending the call. Amber eyes looked at her with a question in them. “She says things are pretty rough and…” Yang considered lying. She knew Blake would want to leave for Vacuo as soon as she heard the truth. A part of her wanted to remain in the beautiful bubble they were living in, simply enjoying each other. Still, something hurt inside her. She knew they had to go back an finish the mission. They needed them. Her sister needed them. “She asked me if we could go with them”. 

Blake’s eyes opened wide and a shiver ran down her spine. She was afraid she wasn’t ready to get back in action. She didn’t feel like it: she’d have nightmares almost every night and clicking sounds would still feel like electricity ran through her body. However, she knew it was their duty to stop Salem. They had taken the mission and they had to go through with. She wanted to. She wanted to help. But, could she? The faunus pointed at herself, then she the bent her index finger and pointed down. Finally she touched her wrist with the tip of her finger. 

“Ok” Yang said almost in a whisper. “We’ll wait a bit more”. 

Two days passed and things were simply beautiful. They’d get up late in the morning, have breakfast, make love and tour Atlas. Some people would make disgusting comments about them. A waiter in a small restaurant refused to serve them and called Yang a zoophiliac. However, this time, Yang didn’t lose her temper. 

“You are a sad little lonely man” the blonde had told the waiter as she and Blake left to look for a better place to have lunch. It was hard not to get angry but she had learnt making a scene wasn’t something her girlfriend liked. So she took a couple a deep breaths and calmed herself. Still, as they exited through the establishment’s door, she waited for the faunus to turn her back so she could give the waiter the finger. 

When the third day arrived Blake woke up after having a beautiful dream about her and her girlfriend and something in her told her it was time. She was still not back to her old self but she was good enough. When Yang woke up the faunus stared at her with words in her eyes. The blonde sighted and smiled sadly. 

“It’s time isn’t it?” Yang asked as she held Blakes hand tightly in hers. The black haired girl nodded. “Let’s go tell Ironwood. He’ll know how to get us to Vacuo”. 

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“It’s so good to see you!” Weiss said as she embraced Blake. The faunus hugged her back. It was really good to be with the rest of their team again. They were staying at Shade Academy’s dorms and it gave her some sense of calm. It reminded her of beacon. It was around two in the morning and there were no stars in the sky. 

“I’m so happy you could get here so fast” Ruby added, giving Yang a knowing look.

“It was becoming pretty clear that you simply can’t do without us” the blonde joked. The group laughed. She looked calm but it was just a facade. Deep down she was scared shitless. There was no way of knowing what their mission was going to throw at them. She was terrified it would be something Blake wouldn’t be able to handle. 

“We’ll brief you on everything in the morning. Now let’s get you both to your room” Qrow said, placing a hand on Yang’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, it's pretty late and you must be tired” Nora’s voice made its way into the hall. Jaune and Ren were behind her. 

There were many hugs and many smiles before all of them headed towards their respective bedrooms. In the end it was only Ruby and Weiss that accompanied Blake and Yang to their room. The first thing they noticed once they were insided was that there was a single full sized bed. They both smiled and blushed at each other. They would sleep together just like they had for the last weeks in Atlas. Maybe they could be all right. 

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Living in Patch once more gave Yang a feeling of peace she had not felt in a while. Waking up with Blake at her side everyday was the greatest joy she could feel. After battling Salem and saving Remnant they deserved to be happy. They deserved peace and quiet. Her girlfriend was still mute but she knew Doctor Yu and other experts were looking for a solution. Meanwhile they had mastered sign language, something that actually became handy during their mission, mostly when they need to be quiet and discrete. 

It was a regular morning and the blonde had gotten up early to make breakfast. Blake wasn’t really good in the kitchen and Yang loved to cook. It was the perfect arrangement. She was making pancakes when her scroll lit up. Weiss’s face appeared on the screen. She picked up. 

“Hi Weiss, what’s up?” she said. Almost as soon as she did the white haired girl answered with a surprisingly upbeat tone. 

“Go get Blake and put us on speaker right now”

“Us?” the blonde asked. 

“Hi, sis!” Ruby’s voice was full of excitement. “Go get her right now” 

She did as she was told, entering their room with the scroll on her hand. The faunus was sitting on the bed, a book in her hands. Her hair was still a mess.

“It’s Weiss and Ruby” she said, pointing at her phone. The faunus nodded and left her book on the bed, inching towards the edge to sit down next to her girlfriend. “Okay, guys, we are both listening” 

“He did it” the former heiress said. “Doctor Yu and his team are ready to act. They found a way to get Blake’s voice back”

Silence. Three seconds of absolute silence. The concept took a while to land in both of their heads. For the longest time they had forgotten, or perhaps ignored, the fact that Blake could someday get her voice back. Neither of them wanted to have high hopes only to be met with disappointment. They had had enough of that already. Their normal wasn’t so bad at all. Still, there was a part of Yang that prayed every night that the medical team would finally be able to help Blake. She wanted to be able to hear her voice again. Some days she would listen to voice notes in her scroll that Blake had sent so she wouldn’t forget how she sounded. Whenever the faunus told her something in sign language she tried to recreate her voice in her mind. She’d give anything to help her. Now, if Weiss was to be believed, there was an actual chance to heal Blake. 

“What?” was the only word that left Yang’s mouth “Are you serious?” 

“Yes, yes, yes” Ruby replied. “Get your butts to Atlas as soon as you can” 

“We’ll get there tomorrow” the blonde answered, tears forming at the edges of her eyes. They said their goodbyes and she hanged up. Was this real? Had that call actually happened? Yang turned to see her girlfriend and  her heart stopped at the sight she was met with. 

Blake didn’t look happy at all. Her mouth was open and her eyes wide in shock. She was breathing heavily. Her mind was suddenly filled with memories she would rather not revisit. The Traders. Aleph. Yudok. Names that she tried to forget with everything she had. Blake did her best to ignore that fact that she was mute. She and Yang could communicate perfectly with signs and that was enough. Things worked. Now she could be cured of that horrible thing they had done to her. Now she could be fixed and not be broken. All those thoughts had sent her back in time. 

“Baby are you okay?” Yang said as she gently placed her hand on her girlfriend’s knee. Blake was shivering. With her other hand she moved the other girl’s head so they were looking into each other’s  eyes. Deep breath. “It’s okay” the blonde said almost in a whisper and the echo of Agape’s voice appeared in the faunus’ mind. It would be over soon. Not being able to speak was always a reminder of that happened to her with the traders. She had gotten used to it and sign language made it easier to deal with the situation and ignore her condition. Still, she dreamt of getting her voice back. She wanted to tell her girlfriend how much she loved her. She wanted to have a chance at normal once again. 

“Blake?” 

Yang almost fell backwards when her girlfriend launched at her and hugged her, placing her face in the crook of her neck. She was crying, a raspy noise coming out of her mouth. They held each other for a while until Blake was able to calm down. Once she did the blonde moved back and kissed her. Her stomach filled with butterflies. They stared at each other, having mastered wordless communication a long time ago. 

“Let’s do this” the blonde said as she kissed her girlfriend on the lips.

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The procedure was really simple. They would replace Blake’s broken vocal chords with artificial ones. They were custom made, specially designed for the specific kind of damage that was done to her. It was actually nice to see doctor Yu again. She would always be thankful to him for taking care of Blake. However, waiting at the very same room where she waited so many times a year and a half ago wasn’t really nice. 

After a couple of hours Doctor Yu opened the door into the waiting room, his face looked so very tired. For a moment Yang feared the operation wasn’t successful. She feared all of this was pointless. If this failed was there any chance Blake would talk again? What if something severe had happened during the surgery? All the negative thoughts echoed in her mind as she stood up to meet the doctor.

“Could you do it? Did it work?” was all she could say as she walked towards the man.

“We think it did. We’ll have to wait for her to come out of the anesthesia. But I am pretty sure we did it” he said with a smile. The blonde couldn’t control herself and inched closer to give Yu a hug. 

“Thank you so much” 

“You are very welcome”. 

Blake was asleep on her room when she walked in. Just like she had done back then she placed a chair next to the bed and sat down. After a while she fell asleep, half her body sprawled over the mattress. 

Blake woke up with a sore throat. She looked around the hospital room, memories rushing in. Deep breath. She looked to her side and saw a certain blonde totally asleep at her side. She smiled. 

“Yang” she said and the sound of her own voice surprised her. It wasn’t loud, more like a whisper, a little bit raspy, but she had actually said a word. “Yang!” she repeated a little bit louder, moving the alluded one lightly with one hand. The blonde raised her head from the bed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands.

“You awake, babe?” she said.

“Yes” Blake replied. It took her girlfriend about three seconds to fully comprehend what was going on, sleep still present in her eyes. Then the realization hit her. 

“IT WORKED!” she exclaimed as she stood up “You can talk!” 

“Yes” the faunus replied “It feels a little bit weird but… I can” there were tears at the corners of her eyes that started running through her cheeks incessantly. It had been so long since she had heard her own voice. 

“BLESS DOCTOR  YU!” the blonde said, half joking half serious. She sat once again, looking Blake in the eyes.

“I love you” she smiled into the words. She could finally say it. She could finally tell her girlfriend how she felt. She had waited a year and a half to say those words for the first time. They sounded so good.

“I love you too” the blonde replied. 

When their lips collided together it was like this was their very first kiss. Yang placed her mechanical hand on Blake’s cheek. The faunus grasped it with hers as she deepened the gesture. When it ended they both leaned in, their foreheads touching. In that moment their love was the strongest force in the world and they felt in their hearts that nothing could ever break them apart. 

[purplepersnicketywrites]

For the director's cut, what about Cranky-rishima? That's one of my favourite kiribaku pieces!

Aaa thank you!!

SO!!

Cranky-rishima was the first fanfic I wrote!! I’d just sort of started to read fanfic again (after a bit of a hiatus from general fandomness. i was between hyperfixations) and I think it was 2am Knows All Secrets especially that served as inspiration.

I thought to myself ‘hey I really like this genre of fic where Bakugou has nightmares & Kirishima comforts him and they experience extreme bed-sharing trope’.

And then I thought to myself ‘okay but what if it was Kirishima having nightmares?’ And it all spiralled from there! I’ll keep going after the break, I Rambled

(I still try to keep up that attitude to look for fun fic concepts - take in the popular situations, and flip who they’re happening to. It can result in stories that feel a little fresher, I guess?)

It’s kinda weird ‘cause like... my understanding of the characters has shifted since writing Cranky-rishima due to like, more content of them coming out & giving them more facets, and given all of that I think I’d write it differently if I wrote it now... But I still really like it! I enjoyed writing it and it gives me Happy Feelings if I go back to reread it ‘cause like !! I get those good I Made This serotonins.

I think the first scene I actually wrote for Cranky-rishima was the fight! I don’t know why, exactly, but I just wanted to see more Kirishima As A Human Person Who Can And Will Get Angry stuff vs the Unrelenting Sunshine thing, haha. (And I still do.) So the fic was kinda built around the lead up to the fight, and then the aftermath and results of it moving forward.

I remember dithering at first over whether to use ‘Bakugou’ or ‘Katsuki’ for the character voice, and started writing with Bakugou - but I remember changing my mind & going back through to edit them into Katsuki. I’m glad I did! It feels much more organic to have the characters refer to themselves by their given names in the 3rd person limited POV I like to write from!

Having Bakugou as the POV character was barely a choice - I wanted the true cause of Kiri’s sleeplessness to be mysterious at first, and it’s hard to keep details from the audience if the POV character is experiencing them!

I wasn’t sure that I could pull off his voice at first, but then it just sort of CLICKED, and I know exactly the point where:

Thursday, and Kirishima usually came for a tutoring session after classes. Katsuki was feeling jittery all through the lessons that morning. Fucking anticipation was doing, like, a jig on his nerves or some shit, and he really really wanted to blow something the fuck up. His palms crackled, and at one point Present Mic raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat at him from behind his stupid glasses.

The JIG! That was the MOMENT I knew I had Bakugou down the way I wanted, the dramatic little bastard. Now he’s still my absolute favourite to write.

Oh! Another thing I wanted to do with Cranky-rishima was portray the nightmares differently to how I’ve read them in most fics... Because most fics I read that include nightmares tend to do the whole ‘Character Panics Because They Don’t Recognise Reality’ thing. Which. Has its dramatic moments for sure, but it wasn’t nightmares like I knew nightmares.

I wanted to write like... Like Kirishima had Nightmare Disorder and didn’t know what to do about it! So I did!

Nightmare Disorder is something I used to suffer from as a kid. I think I sort of still have it? But these days I don’t tend to get distressed by what happens when I dream so they don’t really cause many problems or cause me to wake up.

They’re like... the level of stuff that tends to happen would be in line with a 15-rated film? Sometimes an 18. But I can handle the odd bit of dream gore/fleeing from monsters/etc now, lmao. It can even be fun sometimes, in the way that rollercoasters are fun - a lil taste of adrenaline, even if I’m asleep. And anything truly bizarre can be recalled and shared and even serve as inspiration for things! Like Cranky-rishima itself

But, when I was younger and they were scary, they weren’t really anything like the nightmares I keep seeing in fics!

If I woke up from one of my nightmares, I’d be perfectly lucid. No flailing around not knowing where I was - that’s something else entirely.

I’d know it was a nightmare that happened - and I’d also remember it incredibly clearly! Sometimes TOO clearly! That was the issue with them! They haunt you even if you’re awake and in the bright of day...

And then you can’t get back to sleep because you’re thinking about the nightmare, and because you’re thinking about the nightmare your brain queues it up for Subconscious Digestion which just means you have the nightmare again, and again, and again, until it’s there in your head and will be there FOREVER no matter what you do.

And you can defeat the dreams - if you change them by running through the way they play out and shifting it when you’re awake, if they don’t end with you jolting awake in a cold sweat with the images flashing in your head in a swirl of too-bright colours and impossible clarity - but they are replaced, and sometimes the old ones sneak back in a new skin because the core of them hasn’t really gone away.

It’s almost always that I’m being hunted by something.

And I used that as a basis for what Kirishima was going for - ‘write what you know’ works, lmao!

...Hey on that note...

I’m planning on a third part to Cranky-rishima, set after Doubt, in the future where Class A are now pro-heroes. I want it to be a class reunion or something, I think? And I plan to set a villain on them... And we’ll get to see exactly what Kirishima’s nightmares are really like.

As well as everyone else’s.

[fatandnerdy30]

I’m back to writing a little bit.

So, this is my first story since my hiatus...and I’m kind of proud of it! It’s another IronDad, G/t thing based on Land of the Giants!  Summary: Captain Potts is a pilot for the sub-orbital fleet on Earth, a planet which is dying and full of pollution and smog. The rich, powerful, and pilots (and in training) are the only ones who are able to live above the smog. On the day of Peter and Harley’s flight test, a strange phenomenon happens, sending the two boys, May Parker, Captain Virgina Potts and Sargent Clint Barton into a world unlike their own. Into a world of Giants!  

The beeping of an alarm is the first thing he heard the morning of the week that would change his life forever. Peter yawned as he hit dismiss on his app flashing on his phone's screen, rolling over again.

"Peter! Come on, time for school!" May's voice called down the hall, her footsteps pounding through the dorm apartment. "Your breakfast is going to get cold!"

That got the boy moving and five minutes later, as he was making his way toward the kitchen, the melody to wake up the entire academy started playing over the loudspeaker. Peter always woke a little early because he hated being startled awake by the annoying good morning song. He slid into his chair and smiled as May gave him a kiss on top of his head, ruffling his curls. "I'll be home early today, so you won't have to cook."

At that the boy made a face. "Why don't we just eat in the cafeteria? At least they're a little edible."

"Hey!" she said in shock, though amusement could be heard in the tone. "I'll let you know the headmaster enjoyed my walnut date loaf very much, thank you!"

"He only took it because he wasn't trying to be rude. Come on, May, your reputation for being a bad cook is pretty infamous in the halls of the school." He picked up the fried-cake on his plate which was like a plate and stiff as a board for an example.

"All right, I'll admit I don't cook that well, but it's not as bad as all that." She poked at the stiff fried-cake before she left the room. "And make sure to finish what's on your plate. Both of them!"

Peter laughed at the joke and just hid the cake in a napkin before throwing it out and racing back to his room. With his door closed, he put a CD into his stereo and started getting ready for the day. Brushing his teeth, he bopped his head back and forth to the beat, his curls bouncing along, which he then fixed. He then quickly put his uniform on and grabbed his homework, the papers filled with elaborate equations and safety protocols that he had to memorize. But, it excited him, because he was closer to becoming an apprentice flight engineer, which was even closer to becoming a pilot! "See you later, May!"

"Bye honey!"

The boy shut the door and practically ran to the school building, throwing open the doors. "Peter!" His best friend's voice made Peter turn around and a big smile lit up his face.

"Harley, what's up man?" They grabbed each other's arms, then slid their hands down then to 'explode', making the sounds as their hands separated.

"Nothing much, just wondering why you're always the first in the halls." The dark haired boy smirked at him as he slammed Peter's shoulder playfully.

"I may be first, but you're always right behind me. Looking to get on Captain Potts' good side? Because you loooove her?" Peter cackled when Harley's face went red.

"I do not. I just want to impress her because I think I'm failing." Harley sighed. "I got a ninety-eight on my last equipment test." His head hung down as he pouted.

"Oh, ninety-eight...that's harsh," Peter joked, stumbling when the other boy pushed him and laughed. "Don't sweat it, man! You're one of the smartest kids in the academy, and anyone would be grateful to have you on board."

"Oh, I know," Harley joked, puffing his own chest out, but the other boy elbowed him in the chest, making him choke. "Dude! Not cool!" He rubbed his chest, but Peter was laughing too hard to respond.

"What's so funny Penis?" An annoying voice sobered up both boys and the older of the two stiffened. "Finally get to look in a mirror?" An oily haired student slid in between the two. He wasn't smarter than Peter, but since the boy's first day, the bully had been on Peter's case. Harley said it was because he was jealous, but Peter had no clue why. Flash had everything. He had good grades, two parents, was popular, and rich, everything that Peter had wanted. But, he couldn't help but feel bad for the bully.

Harley moved, making Peter snap out of his thoughts. The older boy was smirking. "No, we finally got to see you without your makeup, and boy was that hysterical!"

Flash's face turned red and he balled his fists at his sides, bringing one up. "You're dead, Keener!" He was about to bring his fist up to Harley's face, when a hand grabbed him from behind.

"What was that, Mr. Thompson?"

Mr. Barton scowled down at the boy, blue eyes churning like the ocean during a storm. "Did you threaten a fellow student with bodily harm and a death threat?" The man's chiseled jaw was ticking in his annoyance under his five O'clock shadow.

"N-no!" the bully squeaked, his coffee skin turning a sickly green, brown color.  "I-I-I-I-" He stared at the muscled arm beyond the hand that was holding him half off the ground.

"You were what?" Mr. Barton finally released the boy, watching him stumble back into the lockers. "Get outta here, you little punk. You have detention. With me. After school. Now go." When the boy stood frozen, the teacher growled. "That's an order, Cadet Thompson!" Flash jumped and practically ran from the man, not even looking back. "You two okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Barton, sir!" Peter replied, both cadets standing at attention. "Thank you for your assistance."

The man smirked and clapped both boy's on the shoulder. "At ease, boys. You're gonna be late for class. Go ahead."

The boys smiled and almost ran down the hall to Ms. Potts' class not noticing Mr. Barton watching them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You're late." Captain Potts stated to the two boys who ran into the classroom, both panting. The woman's strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a serious bun, highlighting her classic bone structure. Her blue eyes showed her annoyance at being interrupted.

"Sorry Captain!" Peter said in between breaths. "We were detained."

"Hmm...see that it doesn't happen again. Now, to your seats. We're discussing sub-orbital flight and the long term effects on the body." She waited for the boys to get to their seats, and started. Pepper checked on her students often during her lesson, noting that more than a few looked bored. But, the two students she knew who were paying attention were staring right at the board, pens scribbling like mad as they took notes on every word the Captain said.

"Who can tell me how far up you need to reach sub-orbital flight and feel weightless?" She waited, staring at the company. "Anyone?" Two hands shot into the air and she had to hide a smile. "Harley."

"One hundred kilometers, Captain, or sixty-two miles above sea level."

"Very good, Cadet Keiner. Now, extra question, what is that altitude called?" Peter's hand shot into the air a second before Harley could answer, and this time she couldn't help but chuckle. "Peter." "The Karman Line, named after Theodore von Karman, who formulated the idea that at this height was too thin for regular flight. It's also called the edge of space."

"Very good, Cadet Parker. I can see someone has paid attention in the past," Pepper sent a glare to the other cadets, who sat straight at that look. "All of you have a bright future, but you're not showing that you have the drive to become Pilots for the Reed center...." She sighed. "And because of this, I am telling you that tomorrow there will be a pop quiz on all of this. I'm being nice and letting you know beforehand this way you can come prepared.

"Now, there are twelve long term effects on the body and they are as follows:  after about a dozen flights, the pilot's spine itself stretches, but it doesn't cause too much pain. It corrects itself in a few months of being on the ground and the pilot can start flying again.

“The second is on too many extra long flights, the muscles of the pilot loses some of their muscle mass. This is why we insist on the pilots being in fit shape in order to stay on, especially those who take long flights that last more than six hours. Please turn to page thirty-two of your books and read the following pages and take notes, until you reach the third effect."

Silence followed for a long while, everyone focused and taking the appropriate notes until the last page was turned and the students turned their attention to Captain Potts. "Everyone ready to move on? Good. Now, the third effect would be-"The bell rang and the students started packing their bags. She saluted the cadets, who stood altogether and saluted her back. "You're dismissed." She watched the kids rush out of the classroom to their next class. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day went by fast, and before he knew it, Peter was in line for lunch, his foot tapping with excess energy from sitting so long listening to teachers drone on and on. He was young and needed to move. After his muscles were tired from hopping in place, he leaned against the window, the smog so thick that the city was barely visible from the sky deck the school was built on. Pollution and factory smog had been getting worse and worse with each passing year until people had to start building homes on top of towers to give them clean air to breathe. But, it happened that only the rich could afford to be in those towers.

Peter remembered living in the smog filled city below and it left some bad health problems like asthma, which was getting better now that he lived in the dorms of the school. If he hadn't gotten the scholarship, he would still be below that thick cloud, struggling to breathe, or dead.

He noticed the line moving and stepped forward, when someone rammed into his shoulder, causing the boy to cry out and hold the limb. "Oops." Flash's annoying voice filled the boy's ears and he rolled his eyes.

"Just leave me alone, Flash." Peter was getting tired of the bully's crap. He rolled his shoulder and winced when it was tender.

"Why should I when you obviously have no one around to protect you. No friends," the bully looked around. "No teachers." He then pressed Peter closer to the window, the other students backing away. "And I still owe you for what your boyfriend said to me this morning." Flash's eyes hardened. He looked up slightly into Peter's face. Then, without hesitation, he slammed a fist into Peter's stomach, causing said boy to double over and gasp for air. "That was just a love tap. You or your boyfriend say anything like that to me again, it'll be worse." He turned and walked away, laughing with a few of the other kids pointing at the boy holding his stomach.

Peter lost his appetite after that, so he got off the line and went to the library, grabbing his books out of his locker on the way. The least he could do was get some of the assignments Captain Potts gave them. And wait to see if a bruise formed on his sore ribs, which the way he felt, he was sure about that.

Lost in the pages of a book, Peter barely heard the bell  ring. A clearing of a throat made the boy look up, the librarian gesturing to a clock with a smirk. Peter gasped and started packing his books wildly when he heard the chimes for an announcement coming over the loudspeaker.

"Cadets Parker and Keener, to Colonel Richards' office. Cadets Parker and Keener, to Colonel Richards' office." The near robotic voice of the colonel's secretary rang through the halls. Peter froze as the few students in the library stared at him.

The first thought that came to mind was what did they do wrong? Then it was, did Flash say they started the fight? Or, his overactive brain thought, maybe they did something terribly bad, and they were going to be expelled? Peter shook his head. No, that couldn't be. It was on video that Flash had hit him.

With a gulp, he stood up and crammed what books and papers he had left, into his backpack, not caring about the state they were in before practically running out of the library. The entire way to the headmaster's office, the bad thoughts kept running through Peter's mind, making his heart beat faster and the dread rise farther.

Harley was waiting outside the headmaster's office. He looked as nervous as Peter did. "What do you think we did?" Peter asked panting, his eyes wide.

"I have no clue, but it can't be good if we're being summoned to this office." The door swung open and Mr. Barton stuck his head out, his eyes softening at the look the two gave him.

"Hey, what's with the scared looks?"

Harley gulped so loud, even Peter heard it. "We're ready to accept our punishment for whatever we did, sir," he said lowly and Peter just looked at the ground. What they weren't expecting was the laugh coming from Mr. Barton. It started out as a chuckle, and then he was actually holding his middle. "Punishment?" the man cackled. "What made you think you were being punished?"

"W-well," Peter started, wringing his hands. "No one is called to the Colonel's office, except for punishment...and the fight Flash caused this morning..." He wasn't going to mention the fight-if you could call it that- which the headmaster probably had seen on the security cams.

"Don't even mention that little creep's name to me. I still have plans for him in detention. But, don't worry, you were called here for something good. Promise." He stepped aside and ushered the cadets inside. Instantly they stood straight at attention, saluting the dark haired man sitting behind the desk, Mr. Barton following.

"The cadets you wanted, Sir."

"Ahh, thank you, Clint. At ease." Colonel Richards sat back, his elbows on his desk. "Peter and Harley, correct?" He couldn't miss the way the two seemed to tremble in his presence.

"Y-yes sir," Harley nodded.

"Good. I've been looking into your grades and I must say I am very impressed. Normally, when we do have scholarship students, they slack off once they're in the school." It didn't happen very often, and Peter and Harley both had stunning grades to go with their scholarships. "But, not you two. And that impressed me." He smiled at the look the boys gave him.

"It impressed me so much, that I've decided to let you two take the flight simulation for real. The only placement I could get for the both of you though, was next week." The room became silent from the news, both boys staring at him slack jawed.

"I don't expect you to be flying alone, though. Mr. Barton and Captain Potts have both agreed to be with you on the flight. You both are allowed to take one extra person of your choosing to take with you. It will be a week long excursion. Consider it a reward for your hard work this year."

The boys smile's grew brighter and they looked at one another excitedly. "It's an honor, Colonel, Sir!" Peter said, his voice cracking in his excitement, making him turn red.

"Yes, this is a great honor, Sir." Harley said, his face so serious, it made Reed chuckle.

"Calm down, Cadet Keiner. But, I will warn you," his face turned serious, "that this is also a test proving the two of you will be capable pilots and your futures are riding on this."

Peter and Harley both trembled at that, but saluted the man with a loud 'Yes Sir!'

"Study hard, and try and get as much Simulation time as you need. In fact, I'll open the Baxter building to the both of you, this way you'll have state of the art simulators to work with."

To say the boys were shocked was an understatement. The Baxter building? "I-it's truly an honor, Sir!" Peter said, his face beaming.

"I'll have your passes ready for you by tomorrow. You're dismissed." Both boys slammed their heels together and saluted before exiting the room.

"We get to go to the top floor of the Baxter Building!" Peter cried as soon as they were out of the Colonel's office. His young eyes were sparkling with wonder and excitement. "I've always wanted to see what they do up there! I've heard that they've been working on actual space flight! How crazy is that? We might get to go to the moon someday, maybe farther! We may even discover a new planet! How cool would that be!"

Harley listened with a soft smile. His younger friend always got this way when talking about the science of space flight and or chemistry.  "It would be so cool. You gonna be the first to step on the moon?" he ruffled Peter's hair, cackling.

"I just might!" Peter said indignantly.

"I'm sure you will, bud. Come on, we'll be late for Harrington's class, and you know him and his stories if you're late." Harley slung his arm around Peter's shoulders and tugged him towards the classrooms.

                                                       *~*

"May?" Peter tossed his bag into the corner of his school apartments, listening for his aunt moving about the house. "May, you home?" He bounced through the kitchen and down the hallway where he found his aunt working on something at her computer, headphones in and speaking to someone.

"That's fine. Just keep an eye on her vitals and BP, okay?" There was a pause as the other person's lips were moving. "No, no, she hasn't had a problem with her oxygen since she was admitted, so you should be fine. If not, call me and I'll walk you through it on my way. Janet, you'll be fine, I promise. Just do what you have to do and you'll be great. Okay, talk to you later." The screen went blank and May sighed, pulling out the earphones.

"You got a call from your apprentice?"

Peter's voice made the woman scream and twirl around in the chair so fast she actually spun herself in a circle. "Peter! Oh my god don't do that!" She held a hand to her heart and gave her grinning nephew a mock glare. "I swear you're out to kill me." Getting up, she gave the young boy a hug. "How was school today?"

The boy was practically bouncing in May's arms until she finally let go. "I have something amazing to tell you! Captain Potts suggested to Colonel Richards for Harley and I to take the flight test early!" His face was beaming so much it was almost glowing. "He scheduled the test for next week! And that's not the best part, either. Colonel Richards told us we can take one person with us, and since you're family...can you maybe take a week off?" He looked a little worried when May's brow furrowed.

"Next week? Isn't that a little last minute? And why a week? I thought the test was a one day thing." What would cause the man to schedule a test so soon? Maybe she should call the school.

"Well, that was the only placement open in the next two years, and the colonel really thinks we'll do amazing! And he also said we deserved a break, so the test would be the flight to wherever we're going, he hasn't told us yet, and back, but there will be a small vacation in between, so that's why it'll be a week. Can you come?"

"I don't know, honey. That is really short notice, so I don't know if I'll be able to get that time off, but, I do have some vacation coming up, so I'll talk to my boss. I can't-" She laughed at the way Peter was practically bouncing in place. "I can't promise anything, so don't get your hopes up, okay?"

"Yes, May." The boy was still grinning though. May's boss was sweet on her, so he would so approve this vacation. He wouldn't want Skip dating her,  but if he could pull some strings, he would definitely allow it. "Okay, I'm gonna go call Harley and tell him the good news! Bye May!"

"Peter, I told you....and he's gone." She hung her head. "I swear that boy is too hyper." She smiled all the same and turned back to her computer to get some work she'd brought home done before taking her nephew out to dinner to celebrate.

                                                           *~*

That weekend found two boys stepping off the monorail above the city and stopping to look up at the intimidating white and silver building towering over Peter and Harley. The afternoon sun glinted off the windows, reflecting it back onto the clouds to create a mirrored world of light. It was a sight to behold.

"I wonder how tall it is?" Peter asked, staring up at the top of the buildings that looked as if it were scraping the sky itself.

"It's thirty-five stories tall, so about three-hundred-eighty feet in total. But, that doesn't include the sublevel floors. I read it last night on my comp-tab. It's really interesting. Did you know this is also where the city gets its power, including our school?" The younger boy just rolled his eyes.

"You're a dork. Let's go." He laughed and pulled a pouting Harley behind him. They had just walked in and Peter stopped, causing Harley to collide with him. "Woah!! Look at this! How cool is this!" Peter's voice echoed through the lobby, making a few of the employees smile and giggle. "I mean, we're in the actual Baxter Building! I wanna see every floor before we go to the simulation floor!" Harley shook his head, pulling the boy's head under his arm.

"No, we're on a time schedule, you doof! We only have a week to prepare for our flight."

Peter pouted and tried to pull his head out from Harley's grip. "I know that! I just got excited, that's all." They walked to the receptionist, who was giggling at Peter's outburst, making the boy blush and look down.

"Good morning boys. How can I help you today?" She smiled at Peter, who had looked up. "Hello Ma'am,” the older of the two spoke in a deeper voice. “We're here to use the simulation room. We have our flight test in a week." Harley puffed out his chest, but his voice remained the same volume.

"Oh really? Aren't you a little young?" The woman pushed her brown locks behind her ear. The boy couldn't be older than fifteen, possibly younger.  and Jenny couldn't allow kids upstairs just because they said they were given permission. If she did that, every kid would have to be let in, and she could never handle that.

"He's not," Peter said lowly. "But, I was offered to take the same test together as Harley by Colonel Richards himself." He then pulled his backpack off his shoulder, digging around and showing the woman his pass. "He even made us these passes."

"Oh my," the woman stared at the pass, her green eyes wide in shock. They were actual building passes given to the members of Richards' team themselves. "I had no idea the special visitors Mr. Richards would be so young. Let me just scan your badges and you can go right up." Peter and Harley handed the woman their passes, both boys looking proud, as they should. They would be the youngest pilots on the sub-orbital force in history, especially Peter.

"Okay, everything checks out. You boys train hard, okay, but remember to take frequent breaks. I've heard that room can be intense," the woman informed, her face serious.

Harley nodded. "Thank you, Ma'am. We will." He began walking, Peter following, looking around with wide eyes.

"I still think this is awesome," he said for the hundredth time. "Have you asked your mom to come on the trip?"

The older boy's face fell as he nodded. "Yeah...but she can't get off work on such short notice." He had really wanted her to come, but she couldn't. The diner wouldn't have been able to cover her shift for a whole week. His mom did seem sorry to have to miss his test, but she promised to tell everyone at the diner, this way they could celebrate with them after hours. "But, I understand. I'm not some little kid," he pushed Peter playfully through the elevator doors as they opened.

"Hey!" The younger stumbled, catching himself on the wall. "I'm not a little kid! I'll let you know my fifteenth birthday is in two months, thank you very much." He put his nose in the air.

"Okay, okay. Your aunt coming?"

Peter's eyes lit up and he nodded. "Yeah! She said she'd talk to her boss, but it looks good! So, she'll be able to video every second of the trip and show it to your mom when we get back!"

Harley nodded, watching the numbers rise until the elevator beeped and the doors opened.

                                                       *~*

"Woah..." was all Peter could say as the two stepped through the doors. The technology on this floor was amazing! In the middle of the floor sat a large dome shaped room that took up more than half the floor. "This...this is so cool."

"I know, right?" Harley was looking around, his eyes wide with wonder, when suddenly a gruff voice snapped them both out of their stupors.

"Hey, there's no kids allowed on this floor! It's dangerous!" A hulking bald man made his way over to the boys, his footsteps quick. "Waddya think you're doin' here, anyway?"

"We...we have passes," Peter stuttered, holding up his blue pass in a shaking hand. "The colonel invited us. For simulation practice..." His face was red and he was looking at the floor.

"Lemme see those." The man grabbed Peter's pass and studied it. "Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. You must be the little geniuses Richie told us about! How ya's doing?" He clapped both boys on the shoulder, catching their winces. "You wanna get straight to it, or do ya's wanna have a tour first?"

"Umm...a tour would be great, Sir," the oldest responded.

"Tour it is. I know you's don't have a lot of time, so let's get rolling. Introductions first. Susie! Over here!"

A blonde woman looked up from the keyboard she was furiously typing at. "What is it, Ben? I'm kind of busy."

"Well, you can take a second break. These are the kids Richie told us about. Introduce yourselves."

Peter and Harley stared up at Susan Storm as if they were seeing the northern lights themselves. "Miss Storm...I mean, Dr. Miss-I mean Dr. Susie...Oh, I'm dead." Peter's face turned an even brighter shade of red and he hunched his shoulders down until just the tips of his ears were showing. Dr. Storm chuckled as she took her glasses off.

"Susan is fine. And let me guess, the red one is Peter," the boy nodded. "And that must mean this is Harley."

"Yes Ma'am. It's nice to meet you." He held his hand out and shook the woman's hand.

"Good to see one of you is together," the woman said jokingly. "Don't be so nervous, Cadet Parker. I don't bite, I promise." She smiled softly at the boy, who nodded.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. Now, my job here is to measure spikes of electromagnetic fields that appear in the upper atmosphere." She pointed to three screens that had small lines jumping up and down on them. "This measures the amount of activity, this tells me where they are and this one measures the frequency," she turned to each screen respectively. "I see nothing new, so this is a good thing for suborbital pilots. It helps keep them safe and us out of trouble." She smirked at her joke.

"Do you have any other jobs?" Peter asked, watching the lines on the screen jump.

"Yes, actually. I often have to go into suborbital space in order to get a better reading of the ozone for safer flights, and to experiment on new ways in order to create quicker flight plans safely."

"That's kind of awesome, actually," retorted Peter, staring at the consoles. "Do you send your findings to the pilots or to the radio tower?"

"Excellent question. I actually send it to both, plus the pilots also get a vibration meter just in case any falling debris from space comes into the atmosphere. It's happened quite a lot, and before this, a lot of crafts actually went down. We had a whole legal battle until we came up with this idea."

"So it measures any kind of disturbance around the plane?" Asked Harley. "How does it do it? I mean, it's got to have a high frequency to detect even the most subtle of vibrations in the atmosphere around the entire plane. There's got to be hundreds of tiny cameras and wave sensors hidden in every plane!"

"Yes, actually," Susan's eyes were alight with wonder. "No wonder why Richard likes you two. He loves students that are full of questions." She smiled down at the two. They really were a little young to be taking the flight simulation test, but her fiance had been talking about these two nonstop for days. Ever since Pepper had mentioned it, he'd been all gung-ho about it. It really was cute to see him excited about something.

"Don't let Suzy-Q here bore you guys," came another voice as the door opened. "I actually have the best job."

"Great," Ben sighed. "Kids, this is the younger-and dumber- sibling of Dr. Storm. Johnny, introduce yourselves to the cadets."

"Heys, kiddo's. Nice to meet you, I'm Captain Storm. The youngest pilot the Sub-Orbital crew has ever seen." He made a muscle man pose. His uniform was a dark blue, as was everyone's, but his matched him better with the darker skin. It might have been the shaved head, or his attitude, Peter didn't know. All he knew was that he liked Captain Storm.

"Hello sir," the younger boy said, saluting him.

"Hey, hey, no sirs around me, okay? And put that hand down, don't want you poking an eye out. Just call me Jay, okay?"

Ben snickered. "He always wants to seem cool and hip in front of the kiddies."

"Hey, I am hip, man! It's just hanging around you old dudes all day makes me miss seeing young faces." Jay then looked around the room. "Oh yeah...where's their tour group? I was hoping to let the little group to take some photos of me being the awesome pilot I am."

The two scientists looked at each other before bursting into laughter. "That's a good one, hot head!" Ben cackled.

"What?" Jay cried angrily.

"There is no tour group. It's just these two. They're here to use the simulation machine," Sue responded. "Oh, and I would rethink that 'youngest pilot ever' title, because these two are taking the test in a week's time."

The pilot's face fell as he stared at the two youngsters in front of him. There was no way! "When did this happen?"

"Colonel Richards told us earlier this week, Mr. Storm." Harley felt pride well in his chest at that. And Ben noticed, grinning at the look on the boy's face.

"Well, I think we should let them get to training," the bald man said, clapping Johnny on the shoulder. "Come on. You can show off later, or maybe the kids can tell you how to do your job better."

Johnny sent him a look that made Ben throw his head back and laugh, pulling the young man out.

[hellishvu]

Wildfire;

☆彡 where you get knocked out by the famous robbers of the city.

— this is kinda cute, when i say kinda i mean super cute. also no i do not think maknae line or anyone in bts would actually steal! this is fictional! but i hope you enjoy this story i really got a burst of inspiration when i was reading this book about murder? correlation? there is none (・・?) and yes i was not on hiatus or not writing i was putting my actual blOOD SWEAT AND TEARS into this story! so i hope you enjoy it, i think its one of my most well written stories!

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“Bunnie get the milk!” Jimin screamed over the isles covering their faces with an animal masks. Calling out Jungkook’s code name so if the security does have any audio they still wouldn’t know who they were and who would grab so much chocolate cookies.

“I got it! Bear get the cereal!” Jungkook runs across the isles, the dark barely lit by his phone light that he shines through the isles. Sliding across the isles till he lands on a huge stuff animal of Spider-man.

“Oh hell yeah.” Jungkook snickers to himself grabbing it suddenly adding it to his “shopping list”. Jungkook skips down the isles trying to find Jimin so they could leave. The playful walk he does while he turns seeing the familiar haired boy Jimin.

“What is that?” Jimin whispers grabbing the cereal, grabbing all of their all time favorites and some of the more experimental ones. He sees Jungkook snuggling with it before putting it in his backpack.

“Don’t blame me when you don’t have a cuddle buddy.” Jungkook sees Taehyung showings the bags of groceries. “Look he’s here.” Jungkook pointing at the man with the bear mask, Taehyung. The separate bag of what they do for the homeless near their home town. They always think about people that can’t do what they do.

“Why does bunnie have an spider-man stuff thing out of his backpack?”

“He’s soft!” Jungkook whines as they all rub his hair, giving the warm feeling of comfort even if they are currently in a currupted business of grocery stores. This company was well known for treating their workers like garbage and having many horrible morals by the owners.

“Let’s go bun and bear.” Jimin smiles even if they couldn’t him. Wrapping his hand around both of their shoulders holding them close even if they tried to get out of his grip.

You had driven back from a little road trip and just when you finally get around 15 minutes away from home your car just completely shut down on you. So parking on the side of a very dimmed resting stop you see a van. Already red lights are going off, vans have a very very bad reputation. You see a male come out of the bathroom of the resting station with a bowl and spoons, opening the van door stepping inside.

“Let’s see if he can help me.” You say turning off your car. He didn’t seem of harm, holding onto your keys walking towards. If anything goes wrong you can hit them with your keys. “Hello I was wondering if you could help.” You say seeing the van door open seeing three people with animal masks on. A bunnie, a bear, and a duck was all you could remember before you got hit on the head knocking you unconscious.

“For the boys!” Jungkook screams out seeing you knock out. Taehyung took off his mask when he realized you weren’t gonna get back up any time soon. “Do you think he was a cop?” Jungkook asks peeking over the van.

“Don’t you think the cop would announce he was a cop before opening the door?” Jimin checked your pulse just in case. Never can be too sure about situations like these. Taehyung grabs the back of your shoulders. Your body flopping around as Jungkook grabs your feet feeling a bit responsible for what happened.

Jimin checks your car seeing it was locked, trying mutiple times to open it running back to the two with your body. “No use his car isn’t open.” Jimin announces the information meaning Jungkook to look around trying to find a spot for you to be safe.

“We could just put him in the van.” Taehyung suggests, Jimin kissing him on the cheek agreeing with the idea. “Check his pulse again.” Taehyung asks Jimin, could never be too safe.

The three nodded placing you in the van while they all hover over your body, Jungkook cuddling with his new spider-man, Jimin placing each of his hands on both of their thighs, and Taehyung glaring checking on your breathing. Hours went by still they didn’t see a movement till you groaned causing Jungkook to abandon his spider-man ready to meet you.

“Wha-What happened?” Slowly you rose up from the van ground not realizing the 3 in front of you. Rather attractive people seeing the stranger’s face. “Who are you?” You asked and suddenly the aching headache blasted you internally. The bump on your forehead grew red. The guilt hit Jungkook when he realized you were in pain a lot more than he expected.

“Uh Bunnie here might have knocked you out.” Taehyung says insisting Jimin grab a pack of ice from the mini cooler they had in the front. Jungkook looking at you waving.

“Your car was locked so Bear thought it would be a good idea to put you in here.” Jimin describes while grabbing the pack of peas wrapping it around a towel.

“Bear? Bunnie? What I am in a different planet?” Feeling the cold ice hit your forehead had some relief of the headache but it was still pronounced. The throbbing stage was there and you felt like laying down. Your brain cells were still trying to connect your in a van with 3 fairly attractive people that call themselves by animals.

“You never seen the news?” Jimin asks seeing you nod no. You couldn’t with how busy you were these pass couple weeks. The nearby police sirens were heard first by Taehyung making him jump.

“They are coming.” Jungkook was on high alert grabbing his mask before jumping to the front seat. Plugging the keys into the engine while you saw the pretty one with gorgeous lips pick you up and set you on the bed in the van.

“You’ll be fine. We can come back for your car.”

“Car? Oh.. Oh! My car!” You get up quickly your vision turning blurry about to grip at the car door before Jimin holds you back silently trying to tell you to rest. “My car.” You whine out when you fall asleep once again. Jimin staring you down with a worry look.

The van sped away from the rest stop just seconds before the police got there. They were looking around to find any clues to the robberies but were met with a dead end and a broken down car but had a camera that was running the entire time.

“I think you two or should I say three should call me the best get away driver in history of mank-” Jungkook brags while Taehyung gives him the eyes. They park in another rest stop hours away from the other one relaxing finally.

“Remember that one time you ran into a pole and we had to run on foot?”

“I said I wa-”

“For days.” Taehyung sternly says while Jungkook crosses his arms trying to look for Jimin. “Jimin you think I’m the best?” Any sorts of praise from him would make his statement true but when he did look at Jimin all he saw was him taking care of you, every minute he made sure you were okay, and it reminded him of the way he treated him and Taehyung.

“Yeah of course I do bun.” Jimin smiles at him making Jungkook run over to the back of the van giving him a kiss.

“Now as apology, Taehyung give me a kiss!” Jungkook points at Taehyung while he gets over to the back. He cheeky smiles when Taehyung pecks his lips on Jungkook’s.

You finally woke up once again the pain levels had lowered but you still felt it’s presence linger. You saw the man with the pretty lips look down at you with a smile. Meanwhile the other two were too busy giving hickies to eachother.

“Oh uh. Look I’m not into.. orgies?” You stumble through your words, obviously you spoke whatever first came up in your head still gaining consciousness from the slumber.

“Orgies?! Take us on the first date jeez!” Jungkook giggled pushing Taehyung off of him. The three were finally looking at you to avoid the awkward eye contact you looked over at the window and saw a completely different town that you weren’t suppose to be in. You didn’t even know which town you were in.

Jimin opened the van door, stepping out of it telling the others to take care of you while he buys you a water bottle to help your head. You sat quietly afraid to speak a word looking around the van. The masks that you remembered before getting knocked out.

The awkward silence lasted long before Jimin arrived passing the water to you pushing Jungkook to get driving to a nearby restaurant. Taehyung helped with directions even if they both missed the exits many times.

“So why the masks?” You asked. Jimin grabbing it to show you the detail of the mask. He placed his hands on his knees wondering how to explain it to you.

“We are here!” Jungkook announces from the front, parking in the back of the restaurant just to be more hidden. Taehyung gets out fixing his hair in the reflection of the window.

You just went along with them, I mean you had no clue where you were at and you didn’t know the last time you ate something. Walking in you saw Taehyung open the door for you 3 getting a quiet thank you from you while you sat on a booth table. Jungkook immediately going to the burger section of the menu.

“What are your guy’s names?” You ask while drinking your beverage. Trying to keep yourself from the awkward silence to occur.

“Taehyung.” Jimin says pointing at the one already eating the appetizer that were for free. “Jungkook.” Another point was the one sitting next to you, remembering quickly that this was the person that knocked you out. Scooting slightly away from him. “And I’m Jimin.” Jimin says with a slight tone of leadership. You made a note that he was someone you shouldn’t mess with.

“Nice... nice. I am Y/N, nice to meet you guys. Do you guys work?” All three of them laughed. The most innocent looking people can have the deepest secrets and you were faced with a group of people that were exactly like that.

“You could say we do.” Jungkook smiles at you, nodding while you take that he is the least intimidating one out of the 3.

The food arrives and the comfortable silent table hits, expect all you could hear was Jungkook munching on his burger while Taehyung shares his grilled cheese with Jimin. The tv on the screen was on the local news, your mind wondering till your eyes landed on it. Seeing a familiar place, Jungkook looks where you are.

“N-No.” Jungkook stutters out of his mouth. The realization of what is being shown. Jimin quirks his eyebrow before looking behind him Taehyung joining along.

The news showed a video of the van and Jimin going to the bathroom. Soon enough you were in frame of the video walking towards the van. Although the video was blurry it was clear who it was. You finally knew who they were and why they were so secretive. They were the famous robbers of the city and you just got yourself into the mess of a tornado. The video was zoomed in to see all three of their faces when they had taken off their mask to check up on you.

“What. The. Fuck.” Taehyung’s voice was very different now. It used to be soft and honey like but you could tell he was pissed off. Beyond calming down and you would be lucky if he didn’t make a scene at the restaurant.

“Hey Tae.” Jungkook tries to calm him down placing his hand on me table hoping he would hold it. Meanwhile Jimin looks kinda out of it, like he’s planning how to fix this.

“Look guys.”

“Was this part of a plan? Are you part of the police? Better yet a detective?” Jimin says quiet enough but his voice was powerful. You knew if you didn’t explain yourself they would get up and leave you. Not thinking a second thought about you.

“I didn’t even know who you guys were till now!” You tried not to get angry because the look on their faces obviously told you that they thought you were lying.

“Why do you have a camera in your car?” Jungkook asks because he always sees the good in people. He always gives people a chance to explain themselves.

“Because if I get robbed or something. It’s a safety procaution. It’s nothing else I swear.”

“Let’s go.” Jimin requests the bill quickly not even giving the others the chance to finish their food. Jimin grabbed his jacket walking out getting into the van.

“He’s mad.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, being near you so you wouldn’t run away neither feel isolated. You thanked him for being with you even if it felt like you were hated by the entire universe.

“The plan is to drive you back. Get you in your car and get out of our lives.” Jimin hisses at you laying down on the back of the van. Your posture was tight being afraid if you move a muscle you could get kicked out.

“How far is my car?” You ask Taehyung but he had ignored you. The cold shoulder hurts... a lot more than you thought. Jungkook sits in the drivers seat, you joining him since he seems to be the only one that is on okay terms with you.

“3 day drive if we don’t take a break.” Jungkook says playing more soft music when he looks back. Jimin and Taehyung buzzing off to bed in eachother’s arms.

“Do you always drive?” You ask looking out forward seeing the traffic. Resting your head against the window.

“Most of the time yes but when I’m tired Jimin usually does.” Jungkook slowly makes his way through the large amount of traffic. Turning up the music a little so you two could hear the lyrics.

“We are in a poly relationship if you’re wondering.”

“Yeah.. yeah I kinda knew.” You asked, Jungkook giving you his phone to take charge of the aux cord. His wallpaper was the three of them posing with a waterfall behind them.

“You can change the song whenever. I’m always up for new music.” Jungkook smiles while you played your favorite song. The beat coming in while Jungkook turns a corner to a coffee shop.

“I need to just get some smoothie to keep me up. Since I didn’t get to finish my meal, I’m a bit tired.” Jungkook turns off the engine getting out locking it. You joining him to the walk of the stand.

“Want something?” He asks while taking out his wallet. The small id with his goofy smile in his wallet.

“A water would be fine.” You got out your money that you had left over from the trip. Placing your hand on his wallet to put it away. “Let’s get something for the other 2.” Trying to get on their good side, wanting to make it somehow better by the end of this trip.

The orders were placed while you drank your water sitting on the outside bench provided by the stand. Jungkook glancing towards the stand waiting for the drinks to be ready. You got out your phone seeing it was dead and you doubt they had a charger in the van. Placing it back in your pocket, Jungkook seeing it.

“We could stop by a motel, get some rest. You could charge your phone.” Jungkook suggests trying to find a nearby motel that wasn’t too expensive.

The worker called out your name making you get up and grab the drinks. Passing Jungkook’s his while you held on Taehyung’s and Jimin’s. Jungkook opened the van door seeing the two playing on a switch too busy on Super Smash.

“Oh thank you Jungkook.” Taehyung yawns grabbing the drink from your hand. The classic favorite he has that Jungkook remembers like his own name. Jimin grabbing his from your hand still not giving you a chance to speak.

“It was actually Y/N’s idea. He paid for them.” Jungkook says sipping on his getting to the front of the car leaving you with them staring at you. They gave you a small smile before going back to Super Smash.

“Thank you.” Jimin mumbles. You sighed knowing you were making progress with them. You didn’t know how long you could take them being mad at you for.

“Thanks!” Taehyung says seemly more focused on the game but it was good enough in your book. Going back to the front of the passagers seat seeing Jungkook put it in reverse before going back on the freeway.

The night arrived and the motel was shown in a glow up sign. Jimin checked in showing off the key unlocking the door to see 2 beds. That’s all they could afford currently so someone was going to share with you.

“I’ll sleep with him.” Taehyung says earning a chuckle from Jungkook. “Not like that Jeon.” Taehyung glares at him while you look in the bathroom exploring the bedroom. You didn’t have any clothes so I guess you were sleeping in your evening clothes.

The night was quiet, not much went on besides Jungkook turning on the shared tv to play a comedy movie and Jimin fell fast asleep his arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist. You laid your body away from Taehyung till you heard him snore feeling safer to lay flat watching what Jungkook was chuckling about for the pass few minutes.

You viewed the red clock seeing it was 1:23am. Jungkook finally falling asleep leaving the tv on and you got up slowly to go turn it off so you could save electricity. Walking to the back of the room where there was a small patio, leaning against the fencing. Hearing the sliding door open you glanced to see Taehyung.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Taehyung says still groggy from a nightmare he had. You nod tapping on the railing. At least you and Taehyung were now on speaking terms.

“Yeah just thought I’ll have some fresh air.” You whispered taking a couple deep breathes. The night was cloudy so not much stars could distract you from Taehyung. It was just you and him, the way you looked for something to look at so you didn’t have to look at him. “It’s nice. Out here.” You tried to start a conversation but the way you heard Taehyung laugh seeing your try wasn’t successful.

“Yeah. Just near a highway full of drunk drivers.” Taehyung crosses his arms. You saw how the topic of drunk drivers affected him, the way he said it made you cautious of the topic.

“When me and the two were just getting together. At first we had trouble with the idea of poly and we asked ourselves if we could ever work. Then..” Taehyung saw you turn your head finally making eye contact with him, your face showed you had all the intentions of good, listening to him. No need to be defensive if you weren’t going to insult him.

“Then a drunk driver hit us. Full on. First thing I got out of the car was “God where are they? Are they okay? Are they dead?” That’s all I was worried about even if my ribs hurt like hell.” Taehyung looks back at the clear door seeing the most important people in his life soundly sleeping. You gave him a sympathic look trying to help him through the brought up memories.

“That is when we decided. We are doing this. We learned so quickly how short life can be and we did it. We are in a poly relationship.” Taehyung finishes his story with a small smile seeing the clouds slowly reveal stars that shine bright. The way you two are under the same stars you couldn’t help but feel you grew closer to him. You wanted to know him more.

“We should get inside.” Taehyung grabs your hand leading you back inside. He lays himself down lifting the blanket around his head while leaving some for you.

“Goodnight Taehyung.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight us.” Jungkook says causing a little giggle to come out of him on his side of the room. Taehyung throwing his spider-man plushie at him causing him to whine out. Jimin mumbling a quiet barely understandable “shut up and go back to bed.”

The next morning you woke up to see Jimin eating oatmeal watching a reality tv-show. Last person you would think watches reality shows was Jimin but you learn something new everyday. Jimin finished his oatmeal setting it on the end table seeing you were awake.

“The others went to get actual breakfast. Take out of the good old pancakes.” Jimin says getting up running his hands through his hair making a mini bun with the use of his hands. “How was talking to Taehyung?” Jimin asks clicking the tv off.

“It was nice to understand him a bit better. Understanding you guys has been my favorite.” You said glimpsing at Jimin looking at himself in the mirror.

“Surprised you haven’t asked the elephant in the room.” Jimin washes his face before patting it on with a towel, you noticed he was in a differnt pair of clothes assuming he went to the van to get a new change of clothes.

“The elephant in the room?” You asked seeing Jimin turn to you.

“Why we rob?”

“Oh. Well it’s none of my business if you guys don’t want to tell me. No offense will be taken.”

“We never rob more then what we need. I’ll tell you that.” Jimin hears the door open seeing the two holding the take out bag the room filled with the pancake scent. Jimin sat on his bed giving Jungkook and Taehyung a kiss and thank you.

You four dug into breakfast smiling seeing them full cheeks of pancakes and Jungkook placing his cut bananas slices into a smiley face. Taehyung drowning his pancakes with honey and Jimin drinking his morning tea with little chuckles in between each sip seeing the two with their breakfast.

“Y/N I need you to go ask how much another night here would cost. Could you do that?” Jimin asks, Jungkook and Taehyung knew that look of Jimin’s. Something important was needed for alone time. They all looked at you when you nodded getting up from the bed walking towards the door.

“We are running low.” Jimin finally says once the door was closed hearing your footsteps become faint.

“On what?”

“Everything. We need to rob.” Jimin says closing his box of breakfast sighing into his hands. “But he is here.”

“We shouldn’t involve him in our shit.” Taehyung says while Jungkook nods. You in fact should not become a robber because once you do it, you’re offically in it. For the long run.

“We don’t have a choice.” Jungkook says even if he was always in the optimistic way of thinking. There was no other solution for you, they couldn’t leave you at a park and come back with a van that’s going 1,000 miles per hour. “I stay with him and you two can go.” Jungkook suggests the idea, they both know if anyone that couldn’t get pass was Jungkook probably because 1) he was buff as shit and 2) he was incredibly stubborn.

They heard the door open, their body posture changed immediately to waving at you trying to shoulder off the secrets. You explain the prices but they all thought about how explaining that they had to rob and you were going to be apart of it was going to be. Their thoughts raced and all they wanted was to somehow trust your word that you wouldn’t say a word.

The drive to the store was silent and the small talk you tried to make was quickly shut down when you got dry responses back. You saw Jungkook was driving closer to the store seeing the large logo of the grocery store coming closer.

“So what are we do-” You turned around seeing Jimin and Taehyung in masks, the masks you seen on the news. You knew what they were about to do, and you were a eye witness to it all. You could get involved. “No! No!” You tried to stop them but Jungkook parked in the back of the parking lot seeing it was a more empty day, the back of the store was the best escape plan.

“Y/N please don’t make this harder then it has to be.”

“What do you mean harder? I am in a situation where I can go to jail!?” You truly did try to stop them from whatever plan they had. Jimin nodded to Jungkook before opening the door and running with Taehyung inside the back door of the grocery store. Jungkook saw you get in the back of the van seeing you grab at the door to leave.

“Don’t. Y/N please dont.” Jungkook pleads with you while you look out seeing no alarms go off just yet. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to throw yourself into a criminal but the look of Jungkook made it so much harder to leave.

Jungkook places himself in front of the door the only way out and in this van. You huffed feeling trapped inside this van. You couldn’t breathe god your chest rose up and down but not a single amount of oxygen was in your lungs.

“Calm down. Please.” Jungkook says you placing yourself between his arms desperately trying to pace your breathing. Jungkook hates seeing this, so much he felt the need to tell you it’s going to be all alright. “Once we get to your car we won’t tell anyone that you’re part of this okay? I promise you.”

Jungkook and you were like that for a while, till he saw the two run with the stolen goods. Jungkook got in the front of the car turning it on driving to pick up the two. You tried to get yourself together, tried to make the best of the situation. You opened the door seeing Jimin and Taehyung jump in the van closing the door behind them.

The drive back to your car, you had forgotten about it at this point. It was quiet, you stayed in the back of the van while Jimin and Taehyung filled the air with their deep pants of the running they had just done moments ago.

“What is wrong with Y/N?” Taehyung asks while Jimin searches through the bag of the goods. You sitting in the corner of the van not speaking a word.

“He’s having a tough time.” Jungkook tried his best to explain because he has no clue what’s going on in your head. He doesn’t know if you want to leave as soon as they arrive at the motel. Jungkook was scared and he wanted to say something to you before any of that could happen.

“Hey you alright?” Jimin asks placing a hand on your knee, seeing you flinch slightly but you knew they wouldn’t hurt you. Human touch seemed out of the question for now. Jimin understood your body language giving you some space.

“I just wasn’t.. ready for all of this.” You explained seeing Tashyung get closer to you. Lifting your chin up to look at him. The calming brown eyes you saw while he smiled.

“You will be okay, I promise nothing will happen to you.” Taehyung says titling his head still keeping that smile that lowered your anxiousness. You weren’t as afraid of the future. “And if anything happens to you, I will make Jungkook run me over like a pancake.” Taehyung jokes causing a small chuckle from you.

“Don’t be so explicit.” Jimin chuckles seeing the coast was clear. It wasn’t the more aggressive high speed chases and the last thing you would need is that.

The last stop before well you could go back to your car. The decision of reporting them or to live your life with only the memories of them. You overthought your decisions, like what if you met them again? Would you able to handle it? Jungkook parked the car at a whole new motel. The back having a pool this time, the same thing happened once again. Jimin checked in while you 3 checked out the pool.

“Woah it’s heated.” Jungkook touches it basically oozing with satisfaction. The grin arrives when Taehyung starts to take off his clothes. Jungkook hiding his eyes jokingly. “Taehyung we have clothes in the van!” Jungkook teases while Taehyung dives in the water.

You two got splashed by Taehyung attempts at trying to get you guys inside the warm water. The two of you decided swim trunks and a tank top was the best choice changing in the van. You got out seeing Jungkook in an all black swim suit, walking with him back to the pool seeing Jimin floating with Taehyung swimming underwater.

“Since when did Jimin get in?” You ask Taehyung getting up for air, splashing you a lot more since you were now in the appropriate wear. “Hey! Hey it’s still cold!” You see Jungkook no where to be found till you felt a sudden push behind you, your brain needing a second before it realizes “you’re going into the water”

“Oh very funny!” You got up on the surface of the water seeing all of them giggle. They were all your best moments in your life and most anxious moments. They were beautifully chaotic.

You four all swam around playing the classic games of marco polo and who swims the fastest, surely you lost against Jungkook. The boy was a merman you swore. Taehyung getting on your back while he floated against your body. Jimin splashing you a little and Jungkook getting under you holding you on his shoulders causing you to yell out trying to grab onto something to stable yourself.

“Jeon!” You yelled out as he dunked you into the water plugging your nose before getting submerged underwater. Jungkook laughing when you got up from the water. Splashing him in response of his teasing.

When it was time to get out of the water, Jimin got out first basically freezing and jumping back into the water since it was way warmer than outside. You all questioned him but you saw the faces of them with their red nose.

“We all run for it.” You said while the others nodded. You gave the signal the four of you yelling running to the room. The loud giggles coming from all of you surely woke up your neighbors but you were having the time of your life.

Jimin got out the key quickly unlocking it jumping on the bed not caring if he was wet, Jungkook landed on him. Creating a dog pile you and Taehyung joined along. The laughs you all shared, Jungkook’s nose crunches, Jimin throwing his head back almost a belly laugh, and Taehyung with his box smile barely able to breath from how hard he was laughing.

Stuck in the position for a while the laughing stops soon and you all enjoy the quiet breathing of each other. It sunk into your heart that maybe your regular life wasn’t meant to be. That fate or the path of your life placed you into theirs. Maybe you were suppose to get knocked out by literally mini wrestler Jungkook and eat pancakes with them. 

“I like you guys.” You sigh all four of you laying on the bed. The wet clothes sticking onto your body. Jimin getting up from laying down looking at you. “Like a lot.” Jimin sees your hand, it was in a fist the knuckles showing while you stared off into space.

“We like you a lot too.” Jimin rests back down, feeling comfortable. Jimin about to turn on the TV to push the topic into something else. While Jungkook held on the remote before Jimin could get it.

“No, we like you more than that.” Jungkook says standing up from the bed. Obviously he was shivering from his wet clothes. Standing between the tv and the bed blocking your view.

“Jungkook you need to go change.” You looked on the ground for his clothes but he stood on top of them. Laying down on the bed you looked up seeing his determined brown eyes to get an answer from you.

“Do you like us? Like “like” us?” Taehyung stood up along side Jungkook. They wanted you to say yes, that you’ll stay with them. This relationship was almost destiny. You weren’t mean, judgemental, nor a know it all. 

“Because we like like you.” Jimin gets up also joining the line of the defense warriors between you and the bathroom. You sat up seeing the wet inprints on the bed of the 3. 

“I love you three.” You finally said gaining a smile from all of them while they jump on you. Wrapping your arms around them as much as you could. Taehyung leaving kisses on your cheeks making you smile till you were sore. Jimin holding your hand caressing the front of your hand with his thumb. Jungkook nuzzling his head on the other side of your neck. "Okay okay! Now can we go change?" Seeing they were still wet and even if you wanted to be in this position for the rest of your life the wetness made it icky.

They all changed into their new pair of clothing seeing you already fallen asleep since you went first. Jungkook placing himself next to you hearing a little groan for him to come closer. Jungkook let a little meow when you suddenly wrapped your arms around him pulling him close. Jimin coming out freshly showered seeing the masks on the ground of the motel feeling that anxiety rise in his chest. He forgot about it all, forgot about the crimes, and forgot how you reacted being in that situation. He felt bad, that he was pressuring you into this new world that felt like you had no choice on whether to come or not.

Taehyung coming from the bathroom seeing Jimin stare into nothing almost. He tilted his head to see Jimin staring at the masks realizing soon enough what he was thinking about. Reading his glare and looked over to you and Jungkook. He knew this would break Jungkook but it was decision that can only be made by you. If there was one thing he never wanted to take away from you was your choice of freedom.

"Jungkook." Jimin quietly says seeing Jungkook get out of your arms standing in front of the masks unknown of what was wrong with them. The smile turned south when he saw their bothered faces. "We need to talk. About Y/N." Jimin announces the ache in Taehyung's stomach.

"We can't just leave him! He- He loves us!" Once Jungkook heard the plan his entire body froze with fear. That they were going to leave you in the motel leaving you because the guilt of forcing you into this runaway lifestyle was eating them alive. They didn't want you to be hurt or worst in jail.

"We have to Kook. You know we do." Jimin says not even able to look at the young boy's eyes.

"I want to meet him again, somehow or somewhere. Or else I am staying." Taehyung says fiddling with his fingers till he saw Jimin grab a notepad in the motel.

"We will leave him a note." Jimin says, he was quick thinker of the group. The planner seeing every little thing that could wrong and make a plan that completely avoided all issues.

You wake up to an empty room, no warm welcoming. The bathroom was dark and open, isolated you were. The room felt cold looking at each bed seeing no one. Even going to the point of looking outside to the pool. Only a family was swimming, you asked them if they've seen the 3 boys, no luck. Running back to the room you saw a note on the tv stand in the room, seeing a little note that you assumed was made by Jimin. "We will meet again." seeing a whole complete puzzle that felt complicated. It intimidated you to your core, what if you couldn't solve it? Will you just plainly never see them again because your brain was on hyper drive and couldn't process the puzzle?

"Fuck.. fuck!" You threw the pen till you looked on the ground seeing the aux cord from the van, Jimin's rings, and Taehyung's phone on the ground. Odd enough that gave you the fighting spirit to continue this puzzle. It was like they told you that they believed in you so much they left objects important to you. The aux cord that Jungkook couldnt drive long enough not without his music, Jimin and his fashion of rings feeling free of fashion, and finally the phone that Taehyung always records his videos of him lip syncing or the skies. You knew they were giving you a chance to leave with your normal life, that you would join their group. That robbing was just part of their lifestyle but you would take all of it just to be with them.

You got a cab with the money you still had finally figuring out the puzzle after hours, seeing the sunset the skies becoming dark. Wherever the idea that they possibly could have given up on you, that they just decided to go on with their life and most saddening to leave you behind. Telling the address to the driver she gave you an odd look. You didn't know the town very well nor what was popular but once you saw that the way to the road becoming less full of trees, the plains of the town. Parking by the bridge thanking the lady before running down under the bridge seeing the 3 sitting on the ground near the river.

"Look who made it." Jungkook basically is glowing the sunlight hitting his face while he saw the aux cord in your hand. Running to you at full sprint hugging you.

"Jungkook doubted you." Taehyung jokes around. You reached the back of your pocket giving the phone to Taehyung. Him giving you a smirk joining the hug.

"I did not!" Jungkook raises his head from your neck sticking his tongue out to Taehyung. Jimin waving at you walking seeing the rings in the palm of your hand.

"Maybe Jimin made it too easy." Taehyung snickers seeing you frown your eyebrows.

"Jimin made my brain shake and die a little." You joked seeing Jimin finally join the hug. The rings around his fingers being completed with you and the two being in his arms.

"The choice to come wasn't." Jimin finally finishes the sunlight finally going down, the running waters of the river, and the slight moo's in the background from the cows on the plains made you laugh a little.

“We should probably get your car.” Taehyung snickers just now realizing this entire time you’ve been far less. Who knows if you still cared about it.

“It’s probably towed at this point.” You chuckled placing a kiss on each of their lips. The first kiss under the bridge near a running river.