#i will clean it up and color it eventually but till then.....

[tianshiko]

late night sketch because my one and only braincell is still screaming about this........

[bambikisss]

Dream Ride :  C. Seung Cheol

🎶:: HOT - Seventeen, Bark like you want it- SirMixAlot

🖤 :: Strangers to lovers, blonde SeungCheol, motorcycle! SeungCheol, nonidol! SeungCheol

📙:: You haven't been able to sleep much lately, so you've been driving around at night to help ease your mind. However, you keep passing by the same jet black colored motorcycle every night, which then keeps showing up in your dreams. So when you stop one night to get gas and see the same motorcycle stopped nearby, you decide to meet the man under the helmet.

❤️ :: Unprotected Sex (always wrap it up), slight biting, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving),slight size kink (I mean SeungCheol is big soo-) nicknames used (baby, babygirl, princess, angel), slight mix of soft dom/ hard dom, fucking till "dumb", SeungCheol's big di-

Bambi's note: Hello everyone! I recently took a bit of a break as I had some things that I just had to take care of. But, while I was gone, I kept thinking about SeungCheol so here is what was in my mind all this time while I was gone. It is a bit longer than usual, but trust me, it's worth it.

REBLOGS / COMMENTS ARE ENCOURAGED | NOT PROOFREAD

You used to love the night. Now, you hated it more than anything.

You worked hard all day at an office job that had you thinking often if it was worth quitting it or not before always deciding that in today's economy, you needed this job.

So getting home after work should be what you look forward to, right?

You wished.

You would often return home from work in a daze, kicking off your shoes before you fell face first into your sofa, screaming your heart out into the cushions before you would finally go about your night routine: take a shower, cook dinner, clean up, mentally prepare yourself for work tomorrow, and finally sleep. But, as of recently, that last part didn't seem to come to you so easily. You would seemingly toss and turn for hours on end, your body not wanting to give in and let you rest like you ever so desperately wanted.

You would eventually sit up, put on a hoodie and shorts, grab your car keys, and go for a drive. You don't know why you often went for a drive to clear your head before you slept, the idea coming to your head after watching a random late night show and a celebrity talked about doing it. You then became instantly influenced and now it became a habit.

You felt at ease as you passed the street lights at a leisurely pace, some random R&B playing through your car's speakers as you admired the night scenery. You had to hand it to that celebrity; you did feel much calmer than before. You felt like you were in a movie. You often wondered why life couldn't be like this often, why your mind couldn't just let you rest without having to drive around the empty streets. It was as if your mind was searching for something that the empty night roads could only answer.

As you pulled up to a red light, preparing to go home before your thoughts became even deeper, you heard the sound of a familiar rumble of a motorcycle. You turned your head to the side to see a beautiful black motorcycle pull up beside you, the city lights reflecting off of it's surface as a man sat perched on it. You always saw that same motorcycle out during your nightly drives, offering the man a friendly wave before going your separate ways when the light turns green. It somehow comforted you knowing that someone else was up so late, needing a night drive too.

Once you arrived home, you tossed away your keys before dragging your finally tired body back to your bed, getting comfortable back in your sheets before closing your eyes with a small smile on your face as you finally fall asleep.

~.~

"Fuck"

Your voice was just above a whisper as you felt his hands move up your legs, pressing your hips back down against the mattress as his long tongue moves along your wet slit before dipping into you, curling the tip of his tongue as you arch your back. It felt so good, your eyes closing as you feel the man moaning against you, his deep voice praising you as he confidently eats you out. You can't help but grab his hair, your eyes still closed as your legs tighten around his head, your hips rutting against his face as you felt your orgsam approaching quickly.

"Yes, Yes"

Right before your orgsam can fully wash over you, though, your eyes snap open to the sound of your alarm clock letting you know that it's time to get ready for work. You sigh before tossing your head back in frustration against your pillow, your body slowly calming down from the heat of your dream before you sit up again. As you ran your hands through your hair, your mind flashes back to the dream you were ripped from. It all felt so real, yet not.

"I can't keep having this dream"

You've been having the same dream with the same mystery man for a while now. All you could remember seeing was his muscular arms and his muscular chest and legs, but never his face. You could even remember his blonde hair, but that's it. You often wondered why you never saw his face, but knew that whoever your mind had conjured up was good with his tongue and hands, always driving you so close to an orgsam right before you woke up.

You sighed as you finished getting ready for work, your mind (and body) thinking about that man and the night dream you were going to have again.

~.~

"Maybe he was someone I had seen in a movie before?"

You sat in your car once more as you tried to figure out who that man was. You didn't even try to sleep tonight, deciding to go straight for the night drive so that you could get more sleep. You bit your lip as the sunset slowly turned into night as you drove, your mind busy as you tried to piece together the man in your mind from the parts of him you did see; his muscular arm and biceps, his veiny hands, his blonde hair, his strong body...

"Shit, really?" You cursed softly as you noticed your fuel light come on, letting you know that you need to stop and get fuel soon. You sigh, turning into a nearby gas station. Maybe you were just over thinking it, maybe he was just some wet fantasy your mind thought of out of thin air. You move out of your car, going inside to pay before returning outside.

As you walk outside, you suddenly notice the same jet black motorcycle you always see out on the road at night parked in front of your own car at a different pump. This was your first time seeing it so up close and in an actual light other than the faint street lights and moonlight. You couldn't help but admire it as you walked closer, noticing how clean yet sleek it looked. You didn't understand why you were so suddenly interested in the motorcycle, but you couldn't look away. You slowly reached out to touch it, the tip of your finger moving along the seat as you felt a shiver move through you.

"Do you like it?" You jump at the sound of a deep male voice, turning to face the man, an apology already half way out of your lips when your eyes meet the face of the nightrider.

You couldn't help but pause when you met his face, softly cursing under your breath as your mind pieced together where you mind was getting the random man in your dreams from. You admired his tight white tshirt, his muscular arms and biceps on display along with his tight jeans. Your eyes moved around him, noticing his gloved hands, one hand holding his black leather wallet while the other held his matching black helmet. When your eyes soon moved back up to meet his eyes again, you noticed his blonde hair blowing in the wind, one of his eyebrows raised at your silence and lack of response.

He was the man your mind had kept putting into your dreams.

You jumped again when he cleared his throat, another apology leaving your lips as you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the memories of your wet night dreams, your mind now placing his face on the figure that was often in between your legs.

You needed help.

While you apologized, the man chuckled, shaking his head before he walked closer to you, placing his helmet down onto his bike handle before placing both of his hands onto your shoulder, waiting till you opened your eyes before he spoke, his voice deep as he says "It's alright. You can admire it all you'd like, princess."

You felt your knees almost buckle at not only his voice, but the way he called you princess. Your mind then flashed back to a dream where you faintly heard his voice as he kissed up your thighs, whispering "you look so pretty for me, Princess. It's time to feel good." You originally thought your mind was just choosing a voice it knew you found sexy, but after hearing it from his mouth, it made you wonder not only when you heard his voice, but how your mind knew to add it to the dream.

"So, you're the woman I keep passing by late at night when I go on my nightly rides, huh?" You snapped out of your thoughts as you nodded, noticing how he was now admiring you car. It wasn't anything too special, but was a pretty white, shinning compared to his dark motorcycle. "Yeah, you must be the guy who always stops at the same stoplight as me right before I go home." You chose to hold back mentioning how he was also the man in your dreams getting your near your orgsam right before you woke up. You didn't want to deal with that embarrassment.

He nodded, his mind flashing back to the many nights he's pulled up by your car, looking over to see you give him a tired yet friendly wave before the light turned green. He always appreciated your kindness, even though you were always so tired. He often felt worried about you, though, sometimes thinking about getting off his bike to check on you, but never doing so. But, now that you were right in front of him, he couldn't help but admire you. You looked so different in the brighter lights than in your dim car and street lights, no, you looked much happier.

You suddenly held out your hand, not wanting this moment to be wasted as you introduced yourself to him. He smiled at you before his larger hand gently cupped yours, shaking it as he said "Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I'm SeungCheol." You smiled at his own smile, both of your hands still holding each others for a bit longer before you slowly removed it from his, laughing softly as SeungCheol let out a small "ah" in embarrassment before chuckling. He seemed so sweet despite what you may have thought due to his choice of vehicle. You needed to learn to not judge a book by it's cover, you guessed.

As you both began to pump gas, you both made small talk, getting to know one another and enjoying each other's company. It felt nice, almost natural as you both spoke. Soon SeungCheol finished pumping gas into his motorcycle, moving to lean against the pump as you both continued talking. He felt no need to speed off as no one else was there and he wanted to get to know you more. He smiled as you laughed at something he said before he decided it was time to ask the question that was on his mind since he first saw you out driving at night.

"So, Y/N, if you don't mind me asking, why do you drive around so late at night?" You hummed at his question before you shrugged, turning to face him as you put your gas pump back. "As of lately, I haven't really been able to sleep well, so I just started driving. It helped me clear my head, so I guess I just kept doing it I guess."

"Is it because of your dreams?" At SeungCheol's question, you instantly shake your head, making him laugh. If only he knew, you thought.

"So you're just trying to get tired? Ah, well you must have some great dreams then" SeungCheol watched your face at his words, noticing how your cheeks seem to heat up at his comment. He couldn't help but feel more interested, a playful smile moving onto his lips as he asks "what are you dreaming about anyways, Y/N?" You at first don't respond, not wanting to give away that you had been dreaming about him for the past couple of weeks.

"What about you? Why do you ride so late at night?" You shake off his question with one of your own, making him chuckle. He obliges, though, saying "Well, I like how empty the roads are at that time. I sometimes get a bit anxious about riding around so many people or high traffic areas, so I just ride then." You nod, meeting his eyes again with a smile before he walks closer to you, a small smirk on his face as he notices your eyes moving to once again look over his body. There was something about you that he couldn't shake, it made him feel excited, hot, wanted.

"So, are you going to tell me what you've been dreaming about or do I have to guess, Y/N?" You couldn't help but bite you lip as SeungCheol continued to walk closer to you, making you back up against your car. You suddenly felt your back become pressed against your car as his strong chest pressed against yours, his gloved hands moving to press against your hips, pressing you fully against the car as his eyes met yours, slowly darkening as he repeated his question, this time slower. You felt your body heat up due to the contact and the way his eyes met yours, your mind constantly thinking back to your dreams. With how forward he was being and with how good his hands felt on your hips, your mind felt all too cloudy to even think about what you said next.

"How about I show you?"

~.~

The front door swung open as your lips once again locked with SeungCheol's, his helmet and riding jacket becoming discarded somewhere on the floor as your hands grip his face, pulling him into you as he kicks the door to your house closed. You felt like you were in one of your nightly wet dreams, your mind feeling light headed as his hands roughly gripped your thighs before picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his tongue meets yours, the kiss becoming loud and wet as he gruffly asks against your lips "bedroom. Where, angel?"

You pointed in the direction of your bedroom, not even bothering to remove your lips from his as he chuckles, carrying you in the direction of the bedroom, kicking the door open before placing you against the wall. SeungCheol felt like he had to feel more of you, not even bothering to carry you to the bed, beginning to strip you against the wall as his lips moved down your neck. You gasp as his teeth meets your neck before his dreamy tongue moved to soothe the bite, his hands moving to toss away your top and sweats, leaving your pressed against him wearing nothing but your underwear.

"Damn, baby, you should've just told me you were just dreaming about me like this. I would've pleased you right there in your car" You moaned at his words, his kisses moving across your neck before he pulled back, pulling you up higher against the wall with a deep grunt before diving back in to press kisses against the tops of your breasts. "I wouldn't have made you wait till you fell asleep to feel so good, baby"

"Fuck, SeungCheol" you gasp as he carried you finally over to your bed, placing your back in the middle of the bed before his lips met yours again, his hands busy with removing your underwear. He took his time kissing down your body, moving to lay his stomach against the bed as his hands moved up your bare legs, spreading out your legs for him before he pressed a small kiss against your clit, making you hum. "Tell me, princess, did I make you feel good in your dream?" His voice sounded so deep as he hooked his arms underneath your legs, keeping you open for him as he blew onto your wet pussy. You squirmed at the feeling making him chuckle deeply before he began to press kisses and bites to the inside of your thighs, slowly moving up your thigh before switching to the other. He wanted to make you wait and enjoy every moment of this. He wanted to make all your dreams come true and make new ones too.

"Did I lick and bite your thighs just like this baby?" he asked against your legs, waiting for you to give him a nod before he whispers "good girl" against your thighs before he moved closer to your pussy once more, taking in a moment to admire how you look before he says "I'm about to make you feel so much better than in that dream, baby"

You have no chance at reacting as his tongue moves up your pussy slowly before he moans at your taste, his tongue soon moving in-between your lips as he takes his time tasting you, getting to know your wet pussy to make sure he made you feel so good. He moaned as he felt your hands moving into his hair, gripping his blonde locks as your hips try to move, trying to feel more of his tongue in you as you moaned loudly. He was right, this did feel so much better than in your dreams. You gasped as his tongue slowly pushed into you, curling the tip of his tongue as his thumb moved to play with your clit, your louder moan of his name echoing in the bedroom loudly as he fucked you with tongue.

"That's it, princess, feel good on my tongue. Use my fucking tongue and face" Your back arched a bit as his tongue moved faster before allowing you to ride his tongue until he felt your moans become slightly higher pitched, showing him that you were close. He chose to speed up, his thumb that was on his clit moving faster as you came. SeungCheol watched as your back arched, his tongue leaving you for a moment before his tongue moved to clean you up, not wanting to leave anything behind. Your hand grip his hair tighter as your eyes closed, your legs still shaking due to the force of the orgsam before your felt one of his hands moving slowly up your stomach, pressing down against your body. Your eyes opened as you felt his hand keeping your body firmly against the bed while his now messy hair and face resting against your shaking thighs, a small smirk on his wet lips.

"I need you to stay still for me, babygirl. I gotta prep you for me, okay?" He smirked, pressing another kiss to your clit, chuckling as he heard you whimper his name. "Angel, if you can't handle that, what makes you think that you can handle more than that, even my cock?" He smirked more, his free hand moving slowly along the outside of your thighs, enjoying how your legs seem to shake more at his touch. "So shaky, baby"

He chuckled before pushing his middle finger slowly into you, watching as your back arched at the feeling. He gently cooed you before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, giving you the opportunity to taste yourself on your lips. "I gotta stretch you out for me. If you can't handle my fingers, what makes you think you can handle my cock?"

"I can handle it, SeungCheol. I know I can" Your voice came out so desperate, so whinny, so hot

How could SeungCheol not think you could take it after you did all of that.

"Oh my fucking god, SeungCheol" You gasped, your hips raising slightly under his arm as he adds another finger into you, both of his fingers curling immediately in you as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth wrapping around your clit. "You're doing so good, angel, just take some more, ok?" He doesn't wait for you to respond, though, adding one more finger before he picks up his pace, his mouth busy with licking and sucking on your clit. He knew you could take it all. You had been dreaming about him all this time, so surely your body was willing to adjust to him, especially when he's hitting your spot so good.

As your hands gripped the sheets, his eyes moved up to watch your chest rise and fall at a fast pace, your next orgsam about to wash over you as he continues to hit your spot, giving your clit a harsher suck before he sits up, diving his fingers into you repeatedly as you cum. As you grip his broad shoulders, he watches you face as you slowly come down from your high, his fingers slowly leaving your wet pussy as some of your juices leak from inside you, pooling underneath you on the sheets.

You felt like you were on a cloud that was past cloud 9, your mind completely fuzzy as SeungCheol placed a kiss onto your cheek before standing up from the bed. Before you could whine at his body leaving yours, you notice him slowly removing his top, showing off his large peck and toned body before he removes his bottoms, tossing them away somewhere in the room before he removed his boxers, finally letting you see the object of all of your dreams.

"Is it just as good as you dreamed about, baby?" He asks with a charming smile, climbing on the bed in between your legs before he flips you over. You nod, feeling drunk as your cheek rests against a nearby pillow. You couldn't even form words at this point, feeling as if you could drift away, which SeungCheol chuckles at. His hand moves up your back slowly, feeling every curve of your back before he reaches your head, cupping your jaw from behind as you feel him press his hard cock against your ass. "No falling asleep baby. I still need to make your dreams come true." You nodded, SeungCheol chuckling at your distant look in your eyes.

"Did I already fuck you dumb, angel? Maybe I need to fuck you to you have no choice but to sleep, huh?" He presses as few kisses to your back before he grabs your hips, helping you move onto your knees before his hand move back to your back, pushing your upper body back against the bed as he says "Gotta fuck this pussy just right baby. Gotta show you that this is all not a dream, baby no" You can tell he's no longer even talking to you, slowly pushing into you. As he does, you moan loudly into the pillow, SeungCheol's next words coming out in a mixture of a moan and growl.

"Gotta fuck you better than dream me did. Dream me doesn't got shit on me, baby"

Your mind barely had time to put together SeungCheol's words as he began to move his hips, starting off slow so that you could feel every single inch of him before he sped up, his hand moving to press against your back. Your moans were muffled into the pillow as you tried to for words and thoughts, but with how he was fucking you, there was no way you could. Heck, you didn't even want to know what you would even say to him.

SeungCheol was more concerned with fucking you just right, his grunts and moans mixing with yours as he wrapped his hand around your hair, tugging your head to the side so more of your moans could be heard and not hidden in the pillow. At the sight of your dreamy look in your eyes and your mouth open as your pleasured moans slip from your mouth, he chuckles before cooing "That's it, baby. Am I fucking you dumb? You seem to like how I got you right now. Am I better in real life than in your dream?"

At your louder moans and how your cunt fluttered around his cock, he can't help but let out a strained chuckle before a louder moan, smashing his lips into yours as he begins to speed up. He could tell you were getting close, but he wanted to make you feel so good.

He pulled out for a moment, flipping you over to your stomach so he could see your face before pushing back into you before he kept moving faster, his hand moving to grip your jaw before he met your eyes with a dark eye before he says "that's it, Y/N, come on. Cum for me, cum all over this cock" As you came, your back arched as his lips moved to kiss your cheek and stomach before his own pleasure washes over him, stuffing his face into your neck as he cums. As SeungCheol presses himself against you, he kisses your neck before he whispers "that felt so good."

He soon pulls back to see your face, chuckling when he sees your dazed look and how satisfied you look. He smiles before kissing you again, rubbing your arms before he slowly pulled out, going to grab a rag before cleaning you up. You felt your body react to every movement or touch, your body super sensitive yet buzzing with the afterglow. You never felt so good.

SeungCheol soon returned to your side, laying down next to you as you immediately move to cuddle against him. After a few moments of silence, he soon clears his throat before saying "I, uh, don't know if you're asleep or not, but I'd love to take you out sometime."

"I'd love to" you hummed, pressing a kiss to his chest peck before falling back against his body, feeling sleep slowly move over you as you feel SeungCheol's lips press against your forehead before whispering "Goodnight, Y/N. Dream about me."

[writingoddess1125]

Random Headcanon!

Buggy Paints on his S/O

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• Buggy seems like a fairly artistic person. Naturally due to his interest in performing arts and him having an infinity of doing his own makeup

• This translating to him being a fairly skilled tradional artist as well- Mainly painting. It was something he did if he had spare time and often sold under a Alias to different art vendors or collectors.

• As his S/O however you were both his greatest model and his muse. Him often sketching you to get ideas

• or using the excuse of nude sketches to get you undressed ;3

• He never spoke about this Hobbie to anyone accept you.

• Sometimes Buggy would do light ink sketches on your arm or fingers if you asked or was bored enough. Nothing large or with color

• Till one hot summer day

• It had been by accident really, a lazy day on the ship due to the sudden heat wave that fell over everyone. Buggy had given the crew a day to themselves since it was too dangerous to sail and possibly give people heat strokes.

• So he was in his cabin. Shirt off, in shorts and his hair in a messy bun ontop of his head as he tried to do some basic gestures. You laying on the bed shirtless and only in your favorite underwear trying to stay cool as you red.

• Buggy glanced back at you. He stares at your naked back for a moment watching you read and mindlessly doze off into your own world.

• You snap from your thoughts momentarily as you feel the bed dip. Glancing back you see Buggy staring at you as he ran his hand over your naked back.

• A shiver goes through you as you can't help but blush at his actions.

• "Bugs?" You ask calmly? Him only humming a response as he seemed to make up his mind.

• "Can I paint on your back? I have those skin safe paints" He asked, however already heading over to were he kept some clean brushes and said paints. You chuckling at this

• "Alright but don't make a mess" You hum as you settle into the bed once more

• Buggy returning with the paints as he saddled himself on you. Sitting very lightly on your ass and clearly making himself comforble.

• "Ah no funny business l" You say with a giggle as you feel him getting very comforble.

• "Of course~ I'm a gentleman afterall" He says. This making you both snort a laugh.

• He soon started, a chill going through your body at the cold paint hitting your skin but soothed by the almost ticklish touch of the brush strokes going down your body.

• You glance back only once to see Buggy in full consideration.

• Your book long forgotten as you laid there enjoying the slow and well thought out feeling of brush strokes on skin.

• It was incredibly relaxing for you.

• You didn't know even but eventually you dozed off and fell into a light sleep while Buggy was painting.

• He would gently shake you awake once he was finished and pepper a kiss on your cheek. "It's Done Doll, Wanna see?"

• You stretch and nod softly still trying to shake the sleep from you.

• He helps you up and uses two mirrors so you could see the finished work. Smiling brightly at the beautiful sunflower and butterfly painting that decorated your skin.

• "Oh Bugs its beautiful!" You gush, Smiling brightly at the sight. Half thinking this would be a fantastic tattoo idea!

• "I'm glad you like it my Muse~" He purred out and kissed your naked shoulder. A blush going across your cheeks as you rolled your eyes

• "Pervert, If I didn't know any better I'd say you used this as a way to get touchy~"

• "What if I say thats true?~" He said with a smirk. Rubbing his hands over your unpainted form.

• "Then I'd say you did a damn good job~" You purred out, Buggy Laughing at this as he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. Earning laughs from both of you as he kissed you ravenously.

• The heat effecting both of you in a different way it seemed-

• The next morning you were pissed at the dried paint all over the bed sheets- Which you forced Buggy to clean.

[rainylana]

“I’m always going to take care of you.” Alternate Version! part two!

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: part two of my series, will also be the final part in the installation.

warnings: talk of sexual abuse and rape, depression and breakdowns, explicit details of rape and violence, mostly told in eddie’s pov, language. if i missed anything please let me know! i hope you enjoyed the reboot of this series<3 let me know your thoughts on this one, it was tough to write!

“Please, Y/n, you can’t shut me out. You can’t.” Eddie was sat by your hospital bed beside you, hands holding the metal railing that was put up at the sides.

“I told you, Eddie,” Your voice broke, eye swollen, purple and red with a gleam of tears. “I don’t need to talk about it.”

“Don’t need to talk about it?” He repeated shockingly, more so to himself.

You’d woke up an three hours ago, having been out for almost thirteen hours after you’d passed out. You were a completely different person. You’d shut down, cold, unwilling to talk about what happened. You only wanted one thing, and that was to go home. Eddie didn’t know how to handle it. He knew he shouldn’t push you. You obviously needed time, but Eddie wasn’t a patient man, and he needed you to be okay.

“Please,” Your voice broke, looking over to him with a bruised eye, the skin around your nose red and aggravated. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Eddie, but I am fine. Just forget about it and get me out of here.”

The police had been there as soon as you woke up to question you. Did you recognize your attacker? Had you ever seen him before? What was he wearing? How tall? Did he tell you his name? What was his hair color? So many questions and so little answers. You hardly remembered it, yet you couldn’t seem to forget it.

Eddie had sent Wayne and all of his friends home. You weren’t up for visitors. Frankly, you were scaring Eddie. You seemed pissed, angry at the world and broken, not able to be fixed. You had a look in your eye that you’d never had before.

“I’ll go get the doctor.” He said tiredly. He didn’t sleep a wink in that uncomfortable chair.

Eddie left you alone then, leaving the room with a heavy sigh. He found your doctor at the front desk giving check out papers to another patient. “Dr. Grant?” Eddie called, gaining the female doctors attention. “How much longer till Y/n can leave?”

“We want to keep her just a few more hours for observation.” She checked her clipboard. “Just until we get the results of her head ct.”

Eddie nodded, not wanting to tell you the news of having to stay longer. He looked like a shell of a man, broken, eyes red rimmed and lips cracked from chewing on them. “I don’t know what to, doctor.” He looked to the floor. “She won’t talk to me.”

Dr. Grant frowned at Eddie, pulling him to the side so they could sit in the waiting room. She put her clipboard down on her lap. “Mr. Munson it will take some time before y/n will feel comfortable with talking. I can assure you that it’s perfectly normal in rape victims to shut down.”

He visibly cringed at her choice of words. Rape victim. You were a rape victim.

“I’m going to give you some paper work that may help you help her.” She smiled, placing a comforting hand on his knee. “I know it seems impossible, Mr. Munson, but eventually she will be okay again. It’ll just take time.”

Dr. Grant left the pamphlets on his lap as she left for her rounds. He looked down to find brightly colored pieces of paper, the words rape and assault plastered all over them. He got up quickly when his eyes teared up, disappearing into the bathroom and shoving the papers in his pocket.

Take time, it certainly did.

•

You acted as if nothing happened. You went on about your daily chores, cooked meals and cleaned the trailer. You were pretending, acting. Eddie couldn’t pretend nor could he forget. He was trying to be patient, that’s what the pamphlets told him. Be patient and understanding. But Eddie saw right through you. You weren’t that good of an actress.

He could see how broken you were, the look in your eyes was shattered and gone. The aches in your body you pretended weren’t there, how uncomfortable you were sleeping in the same bed with him. He offered to sleep on the couch and you’d nearly bitten his head off, saying you were fine and he was overreacting. All you were was angry when he talked to you. When anyone talked to you.

When it got late, when everything had been done for the day, you’d sit outside on the porch and stare up at the sky, smoking your pack of cigarettes that you’d swiped from Hopper a few weeks prior. You’d stay out there past midnight. Eddie hadn’t even seen you cry. You didn’t cry or get sad, only angry. That’s all you ever were.

You spent a lot of time in the shower, hours at a time during the night when you thought he was asleep. He never was. Neither of you slept peacefully anymore. You were barely eating. You tried, tried to keep up appearances to prove that you were okay, but you were slipping. It was getting harder and harder.

It had only been three days, but Eddie was starting to loose it. He couldn’t handle watching you fade away so quickly.

It was late when he finally had dozed off, but your absence in the bed woke him. His hand reached out to find you, only feeling the blanket and pillow. His eyes squinted in the dark, his heart beginning to race. Where were you?

He found you in the living room, one single lamp on that made your face an orange color, staring off into space with a blanket wrapped around you. Eddie frowned, turning on the kitchen light that made you jump slightly.

He tried to ignore the way you stiffened when he sat down, sitting a few feet away from you. He stared at you the entire time, trying to read your face. You looked broken. Utterly broken and so, so sad.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie began, sighing deeply. “I can’t keep watching you like this. I’m trying to…give you time, but it’s killing me watching you-” He stopped when he felt a lump build in his throat, not wanting to cry in front of you.

“I’m fine.” You dismissed him every time, not wanting to entertain the idea of breaking down in front of him. The mere fact he knew what happened, what everyone knew, made you feel weak and disgusting. Like a huge spotlight was on you. It was the worst feeling you’d ever felt, like you were standing naked on a stage, vulnerable and exposed.

Eddie bit his cheek and looked away. “No, you’re not, Y/n.” He swallowed roughly, looking back to you. “And that’s okay. I know you feel like it’s not, but it is. You don’t have to shut me out. Please, baby, you can’t shut me out.”

You squinted your eyes shut and looked to the wall. “Eddie,” You begged. “I can’t.”

You can’t.

That was the first time you had said that. That you couldn’t talk about it. Your voice had broke, just only a little. It was the first time he’d seen real emotion in three days. He didn’t want to push you, but you had to let it out. There was no way you could keep on living like this. It wasn’t healthy.

Eddie looked toward the window, it was pitch black outside, not even the flood lights were on. They had quit working a few weeks ago and no one had come to fix it yet. He swallowed back anxiety and nausea. “I know you’re scared-”

“No, you don’t.” You snapped, still refusing to look at him. “You don’t know how I feel. Nobody knows how I feel. They’re just trying to be nice.”

“Then tell me, baby.” He begged, placing his hand on your knee.

You shoved it off, storming up and escaping to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it just as quick. The shower was turned on within seconds, then he heard you crying, trying to muffle it with the sound of your sweater, or maybe it was a towel.

You hated him. You had to. There couldn’t have been no other explanation for your anger and hatred. You blamed him for what happened, for not coming to your rescue sooner, you just wouldn’t admit out loud. He felt like you’d been killed that night, like your very spirit had been snuffed away like a lit match. He missed you. It was his fault. It was because of him. He was the reason your spirit was gone.

He put his head in his hands and cried.

•

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Wayne. She won’t talk to me. She’ll barely even look at me. She won’t let me touch her. She won’t…she won’t tell me what happened. She blames me. I know she does.” Eddie pushed out air between his lips, struggling to breath. He’d showed up to Wayne’s mid panic attack one morning when you refused to get out of bed. The both of you almost broke out in a fight, except you wouldn’t fight. You didn’t have the energy. It had been another three days gone by.

He was sitting on his uncle’s old sofa, going back and forth from putting his head between his knees or fisting his hair with his hands. Wayne was making himself a fresh cup of coffee, watching as his nephew suffer through his anxiety.

“No, buddy, she doesn’t. She’s just hurtin’.” He poured the coffee into his mug.

“Then why won’t she let me in?” He bounced his knee. “Why won’t she let me help her? She blames me.”

“Try to imagine yourself in her shoes, Ed.” Wayne came over, cradling his mug as he pulled out the kitchen chair, sitting himself in front of his nephew.

“I can’t.” Eddie shook his head. “I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s feeling.”

“That’s my point.” His uncle continued, raising his mug. “You don’t have the slightest idea what she’s going through, you’ve got to give her more time. It’s not even been a week yet, buddy. I know you’re anxious to help her. She’s lucky to have you.”

She’s lucky to have you.

He bit his nail nervously, thinking back to leaving you at the trailer, covered in blankets and refusing to get out of bed. He shouldn’t have left you, but he was on the verge of another breakdown and needed his uncle.

“Why is she so angry?” He gulped, his throat dry from his quick breathing. “I’ve never seen her this angry before.”

“Because she doesn’t know how to process what she went through.” Wayne placed his coffee on the table after another sip. “When we’re hurtin’, sometimes it turns to anger. I think you can relate to that, huh?”

He could. With the kind of life he led, his childhood, everything after vecna and the trauma he endured, he knew exactly what his father figure was talking about. When you hurt, when you have nothing else to feel, you get pissed off.

•

When Eddie got back home, he knew you were still in bed. The lights were off, the tv was off. The poor fish you shared hadn’t been fed yet. He quietly walked into your shared bedroom, the sunlight peering through the curtains, illuminating your face. The blankets were tangled around you, your arms hugging the pillow. You stared at the wall into nothingness, s blank look on your face that spoke volumes of emotion. You were heartbroken.

Eddie watched you for awhile, making his way to sit at the foot of the bed. He sat by your feet, putting his hand on your blanket covered ankles, squeezing them reassuringly. “How about something to eat, huh?”

It took you several seconds to respond. “I’m not hungry.”

He would much rather you be angry than like this. A zombie, unwillingly to move or breath, not able to function or communicate with him.

“What about some tea?” He tried, eyes soft and round, his hand softly rubbing circles on your leg.

You cringed under his touch, shaking your head. “I don’t want tea, Eddie.”

Then, Eddie’s throat filled with a ball of sick, but he quickly forced it back down. You said his name with such malice, such hatred and venom that told him everything he needed to know. You did blame him.

His eyes filled with tears and he stared at the wall. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He closed his eyes. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

He’d said it time and time again, but his words came out in a desperation that he hadn’t yet conveyed to you.

“I don’t blame you for hating me.” He sniffled, his curls shaking with the weight of his shoulders. “I’m to blame and-”

“Eddie, please,” You sobbed, making him practically flinch in surprise. You were crying. “Stop it.”

He let out a whimper, falling to his knees so he could kneel at your head. “Honey,” He cried. “My baby girl, I can’t stand the thought of you hating me. Please, angel, just let me take care of you. Talk to me. Let me in.” He was begging you with a cracked, broken voice that made you sob right along with him.

His hand went to touch your cheek, but you flinched and sat up, bringing the blankets up to your chest. “It’s not you, Eddie!” You blubbered, snot running down your nose. “I don’t hate you! You can’t think that! P-please, don’t think that!”

He crawled up on the bed to sit in front of you, hot tears still rolling down his face. “Then why are you shutting me out? We’re supposed to be a team! We promised each other! You promised me and I promised you! Please, baby, I have to know what happened! It’s killing me!”

“I can’t!” You exclaimed, your tousled up hair falling at the sides. “Oh, God, Eddie, I can’t! I can’t talk about it! I can’t do anything! I just want to lay here and die!” You coiled over and wailed broken-heartedly, a song of cries that boiled out of your throat and paralyzed you. You curled up into a ball and practically screamed into the blankets. Eddie was shaking, bringing up a hand to bit as hard as he could, not knowing if you would allow him to touch you,

He placed one hand on you gently, and when you didn’t pull away, he quickly gathered you in his arms. “I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’m here, sweetheart. Just let it out. Let it out, let it out.”

You let him hold you, and in desperation of the moment, you wrapped your arm around his leg to bring the heat of his body flush to yours. You bawled your heart out into him, emptying all your fears and sorrow.

“I- I can’t stop- thinking a-bout him!” You said hysterically, your tears making his jean covered knee damp. “It hurt so-so bad, Eddie!” It sounded like your cries caused you physical pain, your words coming out choppy and broken.

Your bruised ribs ached from your heavy sobs, your hands going to hold your stomach. “God, oh, God, Eddie, I can’t do it! I can’t! I can’t!”

“You don’t have to.” He said firmly, trying to control his own sobs so you could understand him. “You give all that pain to me, okay? You give it all to me. I can handle it. You let me take care of you. I’m always going to take care of you, sweetheart.”

Your bruised nose had started to bleed onto his jeans, going unnoticed from the both of you. You were hyperventilating, shaking and practically convulsing in his arms.

“Come on, baby,” He held you to his chest, your body still curled up against him. “It’s okay, I’m here. Just let it out. Tell me what you need to.”

It hurt. It hurt so bad. He hurt me so bad and I couldn’t stop him. I’m so scared. I’m scared he’s going to find me. I don’t want you to look at me differently. I feel so weak. Please still love me. Please stay with me. Don’t tell anyone I’m afraid.

You cried for so many things, but he listened to every last word you had to offer him. You told him what happened. A man had followed you into the bedroom, forced you down and split your legs apart, punching you in the nose and kneeing you in the ribs, shoving himself inside you like a sword, piercing it’s way into you roughly. You had cried and cried, screamed and begged, till you didn’t, finally going into shock and laying there, taking it.

Eddie had tried his hardest not to breakdown at your confession, but he could only do so much. He held you into the dark of night, promising what he had said. He was always going to take care of you.

[ghostlynachopanda]

Till Next time pt2

a/n: so sorry I'm hella late, but happy pride month pals! I'll be doing a clean up of my page so some of my fics will be gone soon. hope this is okay, I wrote it at 4am cause I couldn't sleep. enjoy pals :)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 2.5k

summary: Wednesday struggles to send you a text but manages to invite you over to the Addams mansion. you meet the fam

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It had been one week since you had last seen Wednesday, both of you settling back into your homes. She assumes it's taking you longer to settle in due to you not having a Lurch to carry all of your things. At least, that's the excuse she's using to justify you not contacting her.

It's only been a week but your absence has been obvious the moment your car drove off. There were no random visits or someone to just spend time with in silence. There was no one to talk to about her novel or tell her ideas she would not use. It had also been unnecessarily sunny, something Wednesday could only put up with because it reminded her of you.

She walked over to her bag and pulled out the phone she was gifted, looking at it for a moment before opening it and clicking on your contact. She stared at your picture for a moment before realizing something.

You do not have her contact information.

Wednesday felt panic and embarrassment creep into her stomach. What if you had been waiting for her to reach out? How could she have forgotten such a simple thing? She may have gotten so caught up in being able to terrorize Pugsley that it slipped her mind. She had to fix this, would it be better to call or text you?

She'd like to hear your voice again, but if an unknown number called would you pick up? If you had any common sense, you wouldn't. There was also a higher chance of you answering a text. There was just one problem with that, she didn’t know what to say.

Yes, she had been planning everything out — from the first letter and texts and what to talk about. But, this situation was a little more frightening than Wednesday had anticipated. She had not been planning on forgetting to message you, and now she was worried you thought she didn’t want to talk to you.

Quickly pressing the message button and seeing the empty text line tied her stomach into knots. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard, not knowing what to type. Every message she typed out she was forced to delete because she didn't like it. She shook her head and decided that this was the last message she'd type.

Good afternoon, this is Wednesday. 

Before she could change her mind she hit send, hit the power button, and put the phone on her desk. Her hands itched to pick up the phone and see if you had responded but she forced herself to focus on something else — mainly hunting Pugsley.

The next time she had the chance to check the phone was after dinner. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a notification from you. Opening the message she saw a simple, "Hi Wednesday!"

She briefly wondered if you had gone through the same predicament as herself. Her thoughts are cut short by the three text bubbles under your previous message followed by a new message.

"Are you busy right now?"

Her eyes narrowed, thinking through the possibilities of what could happen if she said no. She wasn't busy, dinner had just finished and everyone went off to do their own thing for the night. She looked at the door and calculated how likely it would be for someone to walk in anytime soon.

No, I'm not.

A minute after she sent the message her phone started buzzing with an incoming Facetime from you. She tilted her head, not exactly knowing which button to press as if the color-coded buttons weren't enough. Her phone eventually stopped vibrating, and she saw the 'missed call' notification before another message from you popped up.

"It's the green button, Wednesday"

A few seconds later another Facetime call came in, and when she pressed the green button like instructed your face popped into view. You were lightly laughing, a big smile on your face, and Wednesday had never been so relieved to see your face.

"Why are you laughing?" she inquired.

"I'm sorry. I can just imagine how confused you looked while getting the call," you said through a fit of giggles.

"Glad to know it's so amusing," Wednesday replied dryly.

"Oh, come on! It's funny! Besides, it's sort of cute that you didn't know." the cute smile on your face made her anger turn into embarrassment, "Or I'd like to think you didn't know. Otherwise, you just let my call ring out."

"Maybe I had the urge to hit the red button." your mouth formed an 'o' shape at her quip.

"Wednesday, that's so mean!" you whined like a child.

"Good." you opened your mouth to gibe at Wednesday but she continued, "I'd like to formally invite you to visit the Addams mansion."

You paused, needing a second to comprehend what she had just said. She's inviting you to her house? At a loss for words, you say, "Really?"

"Is that so hard to believe? I can retract the offer-" panic flashes across your features.

"No!" the volume of your voice surprises you, quietly clearing your throat before continuing. "No, it's just.. Uh... Yeah, I'd love to visit. When is good for you?"

"Tomorrow." your jaw dropped again before realizing she was messing with you.

"Wednesday Addams has learned sarcasm. Who would've thought? Give this girl an award or something."

"Say anything like that again and I'll-" you cut her off.

"Anyways, you need to give me at least 2 days' notice. I'll need to tell my parents and you'll need to tell me how long I'll be there so I can pack clothes." it's Wednesday's turn to pause.

"Your parents won't mind?" she asks stunned.

"Oh no, as long as they know where I'm going they don't care." Wednesday sent you a look, "It's true! Last summer, I spent the entire break at my friend's house and they didn't care. They texted me occasionally to make sure I was alive, but other than that there was nothing." you shrugged.

Wednesday was slightly appalled by your parents' lack of care for their child. "I see. Then why don't you come over at the start of next week and stay for a couple of days," she suggested. Unsure if you'd want to stay more than that, she knows her family can be a lot.

"Only a couple of days? But yeah, sounds good to me. I assume I should pack colorless clothes for this trip?" you ask, unknowingly making Wednesday's heart beat just a little faster.

"That would be preferred. I'll send you the address, date, and time to arrive."

"Sounds like a plan!" you looked at your clock past the camera, "Hey Wednesday, I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay," she breathed out.

"Bye, my love!" you said quickly before ending the call.

Wednesday looked at the date on her phone and started counting down the hours till you would show up at her doorstep.

---

Once Wednesday had figured out how to properly call you and not freak out about texting you she did it constantly. She found herself looking forward to the nightly calls you two would have and the messages that would be exchanged. Seeing your face and hearing your voice every day made your absence not as acute. She wouldn't say she's a slave to technology, but she can see why people would become that way.

You had started packing for your short trip to the Addams' house as soon as you got invited, needing to find enough dark clothes for the short trip. When the day came, you loaded your bag in the car before telling your parents you were leaving for a few days. You texted Wednesday before starting the drive. The drive was surprisingly only a couple of hours, you had no idea she was that close to you.

When you finally arrived, you parked your car next to the only other car there. Eagerly getting out of the car to stretch your legs and texting Wednesday to inform her you're here.

Wednesday calling it a mansion was right, the house is huge. It's probably the biggest and darkest colored house you've ever seen in your life. Once the feeling returns to your butt, you grab your bag and walk to the front of the house. You take a calming breath before knocking.

You only have to wait a couple of seconds before the door is yanked open to reveal Wednesday. You smile widely at her and her lips twitch upwards, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"Hi, long time no see," you said, smiling brightly at her. Wednesday wouldn't tell you, but you look great in black, and the way your smiling at her takes her breath away. She feels something warm bubble in her chest at the knowledge that you did what you said you would — bring colorless and wear clothes.

"Hello," Wednesday replies, looking as relaxed as you've ever seen her. Your eyes soften at the sight and your smile widens just a little bit more. You see her open the door wider, signaling you to walk inside.

When you do, you're met with the wide grin of Gomez, the soft smile of Morticia, and Pugsley sticking his head around the corner. Quickly putting on a polite smile and sticking your hand out, "Hi, my name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you."

You see them give each other a look before Morticia reached out to shake your hand, "The pleasure is all ours, dear. I'm Morticia, Wednesday's mom." your smile widens at that. You turn to Gomez and stick your hand out for him. He looks at it for a second before sticking his own hand out. As soon as his hand reaches yours he's pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, "Yes! The pleasure is really all ours!" he's aggressively rocking you side to side before pulling away and keeping his hands on your shoulders.

"My name is Gomez, it's really nice to see someone new at this house! Everyone that comes here is either a couple of relatives or a couple of ghosts!" he exclaimed heartily. He gently squeezed your shoulders before letting go.

"Oh, your house is haunted? That's kind of cool!" you said, lying through your teeth. The prospect of ghosts is unsettling, but they didn't need to know that. You look to the boy next and stick your hand out.

"I'm Pugsley, Wednesday's little brother," he says shyly while walking up to you, not used to so many eyes being on him. He gingerly slides his hand into yours, and you smile. Hoping to make him comfortable.

"So, are you one of Wednesday's friends?" he asks and you nod, "That's good, I'm glad she's making friends" You laugh and lean down closer to him, looking like you’re telling him a secret.

"Me too, she was kinda scary when I met her. I thought she was going to gut me when I first talked to her," you whisper to him.

"Yeah, she kind of does that," he says laughing. You smile down at him, knowing you managed to make him feel less awkward. You miss Morticia's smile.

"Well, why don't you let Lurch take your bag to one of the guest rooms and let Wednesday give you a tour of the house while lunch is prepared." Morticia proposes in a soft voice. You make your way back over to Wednesday's side, comfortable with how those conversations went. 

"Y/N will be staying in my room, Lurch can take her bag there." Both her parents look surprised at that. Morticia is quickly connecting the dots.

"I see, alright then. I'll inform Lurch to take her bag to your room." Morticia replied kindly.

"Lurch? Who's Lurch?" you ask.

A grunt is heard from behind you. Turning to greet the person only to be met with someone's chest. Letting out a tiny squeak of surprise and taking a quick step back to look back at the towering man. You clear your throat, hoping to get rid of the lingering embarrassment, "Hi, I'm Y/N." you stick your hand out to shake his.

He looks at Gomez and Morticia before looking down at you and gently sliding his hand into yours. His hands are calloused and big, and his grip is slightly too tight. When he lets go of your hand you look at your hand and see it start to redden. You look up at him in amazement and give him a thumbs up, "You're strong! Your hands are tough too, do you build things or something? Do you fix things around the house?"

"That's enough. I'm giving you the tour now." Wednesday said, turning around and walking off, slightly irritated to see you talk to her family more than herself.

Your head looks between Lurch, Morticia, Gomez, Pugsley, and Wednesday's retreating form. Torn between staying and talking or following Wednesday. Unsure if you want to seem impolite to her family or have Wednesday be mad at you. You want Wednesday's family to like you, but you don’t want to upset Wednesday more than you already did.

"It's okay sweetheart," Morticia says, slightly nodding her head in Wednesday's direction, indicating you to follow her.

"Ah, yes ma'am. Thank you!" you say, words rushed as you wave and turn to rush to Wednesday's side.

When you finally reach her, quickly falling into stride with her angry footsteps. You stay quiet, just enjoying being next to her.

"You don’t need to be nice to my family," Wednesday huffed, breaking the quiet air surrounding you two.

"I actually like them, they're super nice." she grunts in response, "Is your house really haunted though?"

Wednesday feels a smirk pull at her lips, "Of course, that's why I had your bag put in my room. You're too much of a coward to sleep alone in a house as haunted as this one."

You slowly push yourself closer to Wednesday, not appreciating the haunted state of the house. Your shoulders brush and Wednesday finds your fear adorable.

"Don't worry, darling. The ghosts know better than to come into my room. You'll be safe with me." she says softly.

---

"Y/N, how was the tour?" Morticia asked politely, trying to make conversation while lunch was being laid out.

"It was great! Your home is beautiful in its own little eerie way! Not to mention all the weapons you have in here, so cool Mrs. Addams!" you said excitedly, truly enjoying the house in all of its glory.

Wednesday feels a smile pull at her lips, feeling giddy about the fact you enjoy the house as much as you do. She quickly takes the spot next to you. She feels even more giddy at the look on your face when the lunch that Lurch made is brought out. You look cautious of what's in it. When a plate is handed to you, you hesitantly take it.

You patiently wait for something to happen, but everyone has started eating — well, everyone except Lurch. He's turned to walk back out of the room, you tilt your head at that. You turn to him, "Lurch, are you going to eat?" you ask loud enough for him to hear you but soft enough so it doesn't sound accusatory.

He shakes his head and you hear Gomez start laughing, "I really like this one! You did good, my little death trap."

Your face turns bright red. Wednesday's face has even turned a slight red color, making Gomez laugh harder and Pugsley let out a small laugh of his own. You're suddenly very interested in your food, trying to keep your head down for the rest of lunch, hoping to avoid embarrassing yourself further. It only works for a few minutes.

"So, Y/N, why don't you tell us about yourself. We've heard nothing about you," Morticia says sweetly.

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extra

Morticia, Gomez, Pugsley, and Lurch watched you rush to follow Wednesday to start the tour. They all watch as you watch Wednesday point things out in the house until you turn a corner.

"Wow, I like that one. Hopefully they stay friends!" Gomez says, knowing the others agree with him. Lurch grunts in approval, and Pugsley nods in agreement.

"They're definitely not just friends," Morticia states before walking away.

"Huh??" Gomez and Pugsley said, whipping their heads to look back at Morticia. When she didn't acknowledge either of them, they turned to Lurch for confirmation.

All Lurch did was nod his head before moving to take your bag to Wednesday's room.

I tried my best, pls be nice I’m tired

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o639 @tundra1029 @the-lazy-traveller

[misserabella]

stray pt2

joel miller x fem! reader

< previous chapter next chapter >

summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3!¡ either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS. and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff.

warnings for chapter 2; guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, tension, arguing, cursing, a very sarcastic ellie, angst, mourning, reckless activities…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

You came back home the next night, your keys jingling and fumbling with the locker ‘till you finally managed to open it.

“Fuck.” you stumbled inside with wobbly legs and heavy shaky breathing. You silently groaned as you closed the door, ignoring the crimson staining left on the handle. You were sweating heavily, whole body aching and heavy. You hissed when you stumbled on your feet and leaned on the wall to not fall, your scrapped forearm and elbows all scratched up and bloody. “Shit, fucking hell.” you cursed, your bad side hitting the hard surface and making you see colors in the dark from the pain.

“y/n?” your cursing stopped when a voice called out for you. “Is that you?” gruff, deep voice.

The stray. Joel. Shit.

You ignored him, quickly dragging yourself to your bathroom and collapsing onto the sink. The light made you squint your eyes. Your blurry vision took in your hands, stained in the blood that seeped out of your side.

You quickly pulled up your white tank top, looking at the big and deep slash that decorated your skin. It was bleeding. Bleeding a lot. And it hurt like hell. You had been lucky, making it out alive through an emergency scape after having been surrounded by clickers.

“y/n.” you heard Joel’s voice on your left as you fumbled with the first-aid kit, getting out the alcohol and stitches. His breathing got caught up on his chest when his eyes met your beaten up body.

“Pretty sight, huh?” you sarcastically said as you bit down onto your tank-top, keeping it up for your to clean the wound.

“What happened?” he inquired as your shaky hands took the bottle of alcohol and opened the cap. You didn’t answer, instead taking a sharp breath as you quickly poured it right onto the the cut. You hissed at the feeling, your already dizzy mind spinning due to the pain that shook your bones. Your legs buckled and you stumbled to your right.

Joel was quickly to catch you, and you pushed one of your hands onto his chest, getting upright once again. “I’m fine, fuck.”

“You are not. You’ve lost too much blood.” Joel fought with you.

“Get fucking lost. I can take care of myself.” you spat and he sighed.

“I’m sure you can.” and he truly believed it. “But right now you’re barely standing up and you’re gonna pass out if we don’t stitch the wound up.”

You scoffed. “ ‘We’? I don’t need your help.” you pushed him away and sat down on the toilet seat, your muscles aching at the effort. You had the needle and the thread of the stitches on your hand to start. But as you tried and pass the the thread through the loop of the needle’s head, you found your hands unable to stop shaking, making it really fucking hard and making you curse out loud. “Fuck.”

Your hands got suddenly covered by a much big and rougher ones, your tired eyes finding Joel’s. He took the needle and thread for you, passing the thread through it with his calloused and calm fingers. He got on his knees with a careful look in his eyes, disinfecting his hands with the alcohol. Your own stopped him with a pant. “I’ll do it.” you swallowed, your vision blurring and head pounding.

“You can’t.” he answered, simply, truthfully. ‘Cause it was true. You couldn’t do it in this state.

“I can.” but you were stubborn, and didn’t want any type of help. His help.

“If you don’t let me do it you’ll bleed out.” and he was right. You had lost too much blood already. He rose his eyebrows at you. He was calm. Trying to make up your mind.

You gave him one last look before you relaxed against the toilet and let his hands go with a pant and he silently got closer.

You tried to keep your eyes open, but when the needle pinched your skin and the pain flourished on your body your vision turned black.

-

When you woke up, you had been softly placed on the sofa, all your wounds disinfected and bandaged up. You could hear the flip of a lighter, the sizzling of a cigarette.

You groaned when you sat up, the sting on the wound on your side making you grip the blanket that covered you.

Your eyes bumped with the side profile of Joel, who was smoking a cigarette on your balcony, seating on the same chair you had left him the other night. His cheeks hollowed as he took a hit, his jaw tightening and chest rising as he breathed. You took your time to take in his hard edges and his softer ones, his hair, his arms…

“You got a spare one?” his eyes found yours when you spoke up.

“You’re up.” he noticed, more like stated.

You hissed when you got up, still just the slightest dizzy. “Barely.” you muttered as you stepped out onto the balcony, taking your spot on the leftover chair.

“You should eat something.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me the fucking cigarette.” you huffed, and he shook his head, taking them out of his pocket. He even lit it for you.

“What happened?” he inquired and you sighed, your eyes on the dark streets. You could hear some dogs barking in the distance.

“A mistake.” you answered. “Got surrounded by fucking clickers for it.” you took a hit of your cigarette flicking it to let the ashes fall from its end.

“Did you at least get what you were looking for?”

“I did.” he nodded, tapping his own cigarette. “Why were you up?” you asked after a couple of minutes in silent.

“Couldn’t sleep.” he simply answered and you nodded, falling back into silence.

You finished up your cigarette and got up the table, entered the flat and took a shower.

-

The next day rolled up pretty slow. Long hours of reading through pages of work offers and talking through your walkie-talkie for new missions from the nearest and biggest city.

Eddie had woken up at about 9AM, finding you seating on the floor with your braided wet hair and working on a little electricity generator that you had found on the mall, where you had sneaked into and been attacked.

If you managed for it to work, and found a way to hook it up to the solar plackets on the town houses, you’d be able to maintain the fence electrified at all hours without having to burn off all your gasoline on it. Then traveling would be easier, you’d get faster to the city.

“What the hell happened to your face?!” Ellie suddenly screamed, spitting out the water back onto the glass she had grabbed. “And your arms… And you body…?” she pointed at your whole body with furrowed eyebrows and you looked at her with a disgusted look by her spit all dribbled up in the cup.

“Oh, just wanted to change up the avatar a little bit…” you sarcastically said just to go serious again. “What do you think happened, brat?”

“What’s an avatar?” she said, confused.

“Forget it.” you said, going back to your screws. “Don’t you have anything to do? I don’t know, like learning how to read or something?” you asked her.

“Haha. Funny.” she rolled her eyes, jumping on the sofa on behind your back and slightly to your right. “Where’s Joel?”

“Hell would I know.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“What are you doing?” you rolled your eyes.

“Jesus Christ kid, you really talk, huh?” she shrugged her shoulders.

“You don’t like it when I talk?”

“Fuck no.”

She nodded, clicking her tongue. After just a mere seconds she started to hum, singing an eighties song.

“I don’t like you singing either.”

“Man, you’re rude!” she groaned, melting on the sofa and slowly falling onto your side, all really theater-like.

“And you’re annoying.” you sent back. Ellie crossed her arms on top of the tea table you were working on, looking at you putting the broken pieces back together and fixing the generator.

“I think you meant ‘charming’.” she smiled.

“I meant what I said.” you huffed.

“Where did you go?” she suddenly asked, and you understood she must be referring to last night.

“Shopping.”

“What did you buy?”

“A gun.” you lowly said, a hint of a very loudly ‘shut up’ hidden behind your words.

“Woah, you know what? It’s been a great chat. But I…, I gotta go. See you later!” she rushed out the door, closing it behind his back.

You smiled when you hear her quickly run down the stairs, but mostly to the fact that she has looked at her wrist while excusing herself… She didn’t have a clock on.

-

“Slow down Ellie, you’re gonna choke, Jesus Christ.” you heard Joel said as you approached Larry’s house, bag on your shoulders and the generator on your hand, ready to be plugged and completely fixed.

Ellie was basically inhaling her food, filling her cheeks with more bread even if she hadn’t finished munching on the one already in her mouth.

“Let her choke. At least then I won’t have to hear her talk.” you said taking a seat on the garden’s table, where everyone was seating. Ellie gave you a dirty look before going back to eating.

“What the hell happened to you?!” Larry, who was exciting his house with a pot full of soup in between his hands. Soup. Of course Larry would make soup on a day as fucking hot as this…

“I cut myself shaving.” you sarcastically answered, what made Larry roll his eyes.

Since it was this early on the morning, Lizzy was still on class at Mrs. Murphy, who was a teacher long before the infection and had insisted on giving classes to the kids in town. ‘Knowledge is power.’ That’s what she had said. You believed she was right of course, but without a gun and a lot of knowledge you wouldn’t make it real far in a world like this.

“Goddammit y/n.” you pushed his touch away when he tried to look at the side of your face, where a plaster stood hiding a cut, and later on at your beaten up and scratched arms.

“I’m clean. I’m clean, Jesus Christ.” you mumbled, calming him down.

“y/n, you can’t keep doing this. You’re gonna get hurt if you’re not careful.” Larry frowned and you huffed.

“I am being careful.”

“Yeah? This doesn’t look like careful to me.” he pointed at your wounds.

“They are just simple scratches. Besides, look what I got.” you placed the electric generator on the table for him to see. “It’s what you needed, isn’t it? If we connect it to the sun plackets we can use solar energy to keep the fence electrified at night instead of wasting gasoline.”

He took it in between his hands, a shocked expression taking over his features. “But- y/n, how did you get this? Where did you go?” you fell silent, avoiding his gaze and he gave you a serious look. “You went to the mall, didn’t you? God, y/n, you know that’s a restricted zone, it’s infested with clickers!” you sighed.

“I know. But I made it out perfectly fine. I brought some more bullets and guns from the police station, some clothes… Even new paint for Lizzy. For her birthday.” you said, and his eyes softened. “Larry. I’m fine.” you promised, and he sighed, rubbing his face. “Oh my god I think you just got a new white hair.” you pointed at his greying hair, and he smacked your hand away. “You, brat.” Ellie looked at you just to be smacked on the face by a pair of clothes that you threw at her. “Need my clothes back. Found this on the mall. Don’t care if they aren’t your size.” you said, looking the other way to completely ignore the smile that she gave you or the way Joel hadn’t stopped looking at you the whole time since you’ve gotten there. “Where’s my food?”

You dug in as soon as the food was served.

-

The afternoon passed on a blink, and before you knew it the night had come in. You were back at your apartment after having installed the generator right beside the fence, ready to start working when the last beams of sunlight disappeared.

You were sitting on the salon, Ellie right beside you reading a fucking comic that she must have found somewhere. It seemed to be that she had taken your ‘gift’ as a way you had to tell her ‘you’re not that bad’ —which it was absolutely mere delusions from her part— since she was now leaning against you, her head on your shoulder, which you pushed away every single time.

“Brat, use a fucking cushion will you?” you huffed, and she ignored you, humming as she read.

Joel left the bathroom with the same clothes that Larry had lent him two days ago, his hair still damp and dripping just the slightest.

“Ellie. It’s late.” he said after a look at the clock hung on your wall.

“But it’s only 10PM!” she whined, and Joel simply looked at her, making her huff and get up to go to your room.

“Ellie…” his voice warned her when she tried and sneak her comic with her, cursing a little ‘shit’ before bitterly turning around and handing it to him. He looked just like a father.

You didn’t speak, didn’t give him a word as you stood from your place and put down the book you were reading to go to the balcony. Sitting down.

After a few minutes, he too came out, his hands on his pockets to take out his cigarettes, but he stopped when his eyes met something on the table.

“ ‘S for you.” you said as you looked at the moon, lit cigarette in between your lips. Emotionless, detached. There they stood, new clean clothes, along with a new gun and bullets. “You need to get rid of your old ones, they fucking stink. Even after three washes.”

“Thanks.” he said nonetheless, kind of sarcastically too. “For your sincerity.”

“Always a pleasure.” you took a peak at him just to see him unbuttoning the tight stupid denim shirt Larry had lent him two days ago. You swallowed the cough of surprise that bubbled up on your chest. Your eyes took in the expanse of his chest, the strength of his arms and broad shoulders, his stomach…

You looked away as fast as you could. Ignore it. Smoke your goddamn cigarette and ignore him.

He put on his new shirt, this one a greenish color that matched perfectly with his sun-kisses skin and brown eyes. It was a perfect fit, not too loose but not too tight. Perfect to move around.

He sat on his chair, cigarette on hand. You had taken out the first-aid kit from the salon — where Joel had left it last night— to disinfect and redress your wounds. Joel stared at you, not making a face as you poured alcohol on your knees or elbows, even though he knew it must sting and hurt like a bitch. He looked at you with curious eyes. You were the first person he has ever met that was so… cold. Cold stone. Not even Tess was as hard as you were. So detached. You were like a shadow in the dark, like a ghost amongst a crowd of people. What must have happened to you to become like this? Where you always like this? Had this fucked up world made your skin thicker?

The last wound you had to take care of was the one cut on your cheek. It wasn’t really deep, just a mere scratch you had gotten when you had to break a window to scape from the mall and the glass had made contact with your skin.

Joel watched you struggle since you had no mirrors near to clean the cut.

Your eyes met his when he silently took the damp gauze from your hand, asking you with the brown of his eyes if it was okay. If you were okay with it.

You didn’t answer, instead, looking to your left to give him a better reach.

You closed your eyes when the gauze met your skin, the sting on your cheek just as powerful as his soft careful touch. It was as if he was cleaning porcelain. He took the liberty to even dress it, a white plaster on your skin to make sure no dust or dirt would get into the wound. Had he done it like that last night? Had he taken care of you so tenderly? So softly?

For the first time in years… Your heart felt the same ache you promised yourself wouldn’t give into again.

You got up from the chair when he had finished, his touch once again away from your skin. It was rushed, as if he was an infected and you needed to get away from him as fast as possible.

You put on your jacket on your way out, before you could open the door, your eyes meeting Laura’s room white one perfectly closed shut. You looked away with a bitter taste on your tongue and left your apartment with a stray left behind once again.

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Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

➭note: my first request!! i saw this before going to bed and got so excited I stayed up for another hour and a half working on some of it. also purple car has a lot of notes wtff i love all of you

“Y/N angel, I think today’s the day we need to wash blankie.” Jimin calls out to you in a gentle voice when he spots you waddling down the stares with said blanket in hand after your nap.

You’ve had that blanket for months now and it’d only been washed a handful of times. It was getting so bad that the original pink color it came in was now a nasty light brownish color and covered in all types of food stains.

Originally, Minnie Mouse’s face was plastered in a diagonal line. But now, you could barley see her black outline. Not to mention the wrinkle and god awful smell.

At first they thought you were going through one of your phases and would eventually ask for a new blanket that had whatever thing you were fixated on. And of course they’d buy it for you cause you they loved spoiling you. But that’s how it had always been. Stuck on unicorns? You needed a unicorn blanket. Cars? Needed it in a blanket. Even plants (you could thank Namjoon for that phase).

But no. You couldn’t seem to let go of this Minnie Mouse blanket. Literally. You’d take it everywhere with you. Quick grocery trip, the studio, the beach, to another friends house. The boys were actually glad one time you brought it with you to the water park so they could rinse out some of the dirt from the last trip.

But now it was beginning to be a problem. The boys had several talks about it amongst themselves. All begging the question, ‘how do we get it out of her grasp?’ Why was this one thing giving you so much comfort you would fight them for it? For months they had tip toed around the idea, pointing out the blankets flaws in hopes of cloaking you over time to wash it. But somehow you weren’t phased.

The boys had finally decided to put their foot down that day when Taehyung came complaining to them in the morning about how he couldn’t sleep because the blanket was uncomfortable and smelly, but you had insisted on sleeping with it.

Sure it didn’t bother you, but it was starting to get to them. Being idols, Taehyung needed that sleep. But every time they even reached for the blanket you’d flinch before starting to scream and kick, not stopping under any circumstances till it was secure in your arms.

You quickly shook your head at Jimin’s words, eyes already filled with worry. “No. No wash blankie.” You huffed holding it tighter.

“Baby..” Namjoon warned, not liking the word no coming out of your mouth but this seemed to only make you angrier.

“Baby, it’s icky! Wouldn’t it be nice for it to be soft and clean again? Almost as good as new?” Jungkook asked you trying to pass his excitement over to you but you weren’t having it.

“I don’t want it good as new.” Your voice got louder as you argued with him in a mocking manner which only caused him to frown. This could turn bad really quick.

Your words just made the boys more confused but let the comment pass. “Y/N I don’t think this is up for discussion anymore.” Hoseok said sympathetically. He knew this was going to escalate and that you were likely going to cry, which is one of the things he hated seeing.

“Because it’s not.” Yoongi stepped in with a somewhat firm voice. Yoongi was easily one of the scariest when mad but he never let his anger get to far. Still, you knew his potential from small moments when you were big. “Baby the sooner you hand over blankie the sooner you can have it back.” He explained in a calmer voice.

You seemed to realize that this time they wouldn’t back down so easily. “But l love blankie! You can’t have it!” You almost shouted tears already welling up in your eyes as your face turned red.

“Y/N calm down.” Jimin told you firmly. They had tried to be sweet but it was frustrating when you acted like this.

“Baby, we’re sorry. We truly are, but this has to be done.” Jin told you and your eyes widen with fear when he stood up, making his way towards the end of the stairs where you stood.

“No! No! Please! Mean daddies!” You pleaded with tears, walking up the stairs backwards which was also a no-no. The others followed behind Jin, now worried that you’d trip and abruptly told him to stop moving.

Even when Jin stopped following you, you turned your back and run upstairs and to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

The boys sighed as they stood there in silence. “I hate this.” Yoongi admitted, guilt brewing in his stomach when you started crying and the boys agreed in hums.

“But we can’t put this off anymore or it’ll come back to bite us in the ass. We aren’t getting rid of it.” Jin spoke as if reminding them cause it felt like you were going through the six stages of grief.

“Maybe she doesn’t realize that. We should try to make her understand the situation more.” Namjoon suggest and without another word Taehyung pushed himself between them and up the stairs. Jimin tugged on his arm before he could go further.

“You guys just stay here for a while.” He told them ultimately ignoring their confused and concerned glances before continuing up the stairs and to your room.

Taehyung’s heart broke when he could hear your sobs from outside your door. He couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty that his whining had caused you all of this. They knew it brought you some type of comfort but your attachment was getting unhealthy.

When he knocked on your door, your sobbing stopped but he could hear you shift on your bed. “Go away.” You told whoever was on the other side in a shaky voice.

“It’s Tae Tae. I just wanna talk.” He told you and not giving you another chance to refuse before he slowly opened the door to your room before softly closed it.

You watched him with glossy eyes and short shaky breaths as he made his way to the edge of your bed. He held out his arms for you and you slowly climbed into his lap, clinging onto his shirt for dear life as you two hugged.

He combed through your messy hair and after you had calmed down, he spoke. “Baby, why do you like blankie so much? You were over Minnie Mouse ages ago.” He asked trying to understand your attachment to it.

You sniffled before answering, “Because it protec me. Like at the airport.” You stated and at first Taehyung was just confused until he realized what you meant.

The blanket was a split second decision. You were at the airport with them and had spotted it in a store for a brief second. The boys couldn’t resist saying no to you when your eyes sparkled just describing what it looked like to them.

They couldn’t go out and buy it themselves, there was to much press and it was a baby scandal waiting to happen. So they sent out some staff to go get it and you were over the moon when it was in your hands. It was one of the easiest flights with you ever and you were fast asleep the whole time.

The boys had joked about how magical the blanket was and how it protected them from any bad behavior (mostly talking about you). Hearing that, I guess you took it to heart and vowed to take it everywhere.

The worst part of it all was that it worked.

Whenever you took the blanket anywhere you were on your best behavior and had no mishaps.

“Oh but honey, it doesn’t need to protect you at home. Nothing bad can happen here and if something does that’s what we’re here for.” He explained with a beaming smile, happy that they had gotten somewhere. “You trust us right?”

You nodded hurriedly. Of course you trusted your daddies to protect you. They were super safe and had protected you many times before. And now that you thought about it, nothing had ever happened at home…

“So while we’re protecting you, blankie can get a nice bath.” Hoseok spoke softly, you hadn’t even realized that the rest of them were slowly making their way into the room hearts fluttering when you said you trusted them.

“Bath?” You repeated and he nodded with a reassuring smile. “You know when you get icky after an accident or playing in the mud? Blankie feels icky too.” Jin stated and they watched with anxious eyes as you glanced down at your blanket. You guessed it did look less pink, and you had seen a ketchup stain that felt weird when you laid on it.

“Blankie feels icky?” You asked still nervous and the boys smiled, knowing that they had finally convinced you to crack. They would help you feel safe and the blanket would finally get washed.

“Very.” Jimin answered scrunching his nose. He made a mental note to bring up cleaning your room to get rid of the smell.

“Can I help with the bath?” You asked eyes slowly started to brighten which warmed the boys hearts.

“Absolutely!” Tae grinned.

“Now you can’t get in, but you can help wash.” Yoongi clarified but it didn’t seem to matter to you which made him feel proud of you.

Moments later you waddled off be bed and handed the blanket over to Jin causing them to shower you with praises about how good and brave you were. It made you feel a lot better.

After everyone put on gloves, including you, they all headed to the bathroom and got it ready. You had wanted a lot of bubbles and they didn’t fight you.

“We should have used the washer and dryer.” Jungkook said his arm covering his nose when the smell got worse. He was the one with the most sensitive nose so they put him on snack duty instead.

“And the tub is going to be ruined.” Namjoon pointed out when they had drained the nasty brown water for the third time.

“It’s better than buying a whole new dryer.” Jin scolded them with a huff. Not like they couldn’t afford millions anyways.

“I got pink dye.” Taehyung said when he came rushing in out of breath. He had ran all the way to the store when he had thought of the brilliant idea.

After hours of hard labor and letting everything set you were reunited with your blanket right before going to bed. You had been tucked in, teeth had been brushed, story had been read but they could tell you were still sad about not having it with you.

You let out a loud gasp when Namjoon came in the door with it in hand. It smelt like flowers and it got some of its color back. Not good as new, but you didn’t mind.

“Thank you daddies.” You whispered, yawning when it was in your hands. They looked at you with loving eyes at the adorable sight.

“Thank you for being so brave.” Yoongi said back giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before tucking you in himself. Your daddies always knew how to make you feel safe.

[aeyunaa]

BITE ME

My little vampire preview?

Pairing: vamp!sunghoon! x fem!reader

Smut

Word count: 6k

I haven’t proof read 💀 so the grammar might not be the best 

Dubcon kinda, Somnophilia, dry humping, blood, biting, cream pie, marking, bulge kink, breeding kink if you squint!

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You had recently bought a “vampire” on the internet, why? You have no fucking idea…the advertisement had popped up and you clicked on it. And got carried off eventually, you had gotten your pay check today anyway so why not? It’s supposed to be coming in till next week… you sat down on your living room couch grabbing the tv remote beside you. You turn the tv and it starts playing some 90s show you roll your eyes. Suddenly your door bells rings. Who could it be its 2:00 in the morning? You quickly grab the bat you had beside your nightstand and slowly approach the front door you take a deep breath before swinging the door open no one was there..just a box on your front porch…you cautiously pick it up and set it on the floor then closing the door and locking it. You set the bat down and move it to the living room. You cut the tape on the large box with a pocket knife. You slowly open the folds of the box and look inside there was a smaller box. You picked it up and sat back on your couch and unlocked it slowly lifting up the top. Something flew out eventually crashing into the wall and hitting the floor it startled you a bit but that wasn’t the issue. “Um. hello?” You carefully walk over to where that thing had fell but instead of some hideous creature there was a man he had dark red hair and beautiful golden eyes he looked confused. you looked at him, he looked at you Y’all sat there for about a minute without saying anything it was awkward… “um…” he mumbled softly you jumped up “Omg you do speak” he flinched slightly.

“too loud?” He nodded slightly. You sat down infront of him as he began to speak again.

“I’m a prince..” he spoke so quietly god he was adorable. “…so I’ll be borrowing your home.”

You had gotten carried away. “Um.” You froze “huh!?” He nodded

1 year later

Y/n pov

“Sunggie!” I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway “yes?” He spoke as he turned the corner. “Why were you so quiet earlier? Did something happen?” The boy suddenly shook his head no. I cocked an eyebrow in suspicion I saw his cheeks light up a reddish pink color he only starts blushing when he’s hiding something. “Sunghoon? Don’t lie to me.”

He looks down at the floor “I had an incident…” I tilt my head and stood up walking over to him I lift his chin he’s eyes are watery…

“Oh goodness did you light the wrong candle again I already told you you’re allergic here come on let’s get you a wet towel..” I grab his arm leading him into the kitchen I grab a clean towel out the pantry and wet it laying it over his closed eyes “there just let it sit there a while…” I sigh “you’ve supposedly been alive for thousands of years but you still make mistakes like these”. I could hear him apologizing softly gosh he was so cute. After a while we proceeded with our daily night routine we bathed and basic hygiene sunghoon usually slept with me his excuse was. “so he can protect me!” That was the funniest thing he’s said this year. I lay down in the bed the silk sheets against my bear legs felt so nice. Sunghoon walk in the room a white towel on his head I signaled him to sit down so I could help him finish drying off. He walked over, and sat down infront of me I take the white towel massaging it in to his hair after about two minutes I throw the wet towel into the corner of the room. Sunghoon stood up and layer on the other side of the bed, something was up he’s never acted like this before and I decided I should just leave it. I was woken up by something rubbing against my thigh and soft moans. I slowly turn over Sunghoon’s eye are lighter than I’ve ever seen them “a-are you ok Sunggie? What’s wrong are you sick?” He whines in response. “You have to use your words love. I run a hand up and down his back to calm him.

“I-I bit you” he spoke in a quiet voice. “You what?-“ A sudden pain kicked in my neck and I felt like fainting. “I-Im sorry Y/n I really couldn’t-“ I smile “it’s okay you didn’t mean to sunggie”

That was the first sign

The night after

I woke up during the middle of night again I felt both Sunghoon’s arms wrapped around my waist i could feel his bare cock against my ass “sunggie? What are you doing?” He stops grinding against my ass and I could heard his whines he was in pain. “Y-y/n please help me~ it hurts~” I slowly sat up and forced my eyes open I heard Sunghoon rustling the blanket behind me I lock eyes with him he looks exhausted but sex drunk at the same time “you want my help sunggie?” He nodded softly he lies down but he cock was standing straight up “fuck..” I slide my panties down throwing them somewhere in the room I position myself over his thick veiny cock. Goodness his face did not match his dick size any one would be shocked to see how massive he is. He was looking up at me I hesitate a bit before slowly sinking onto his dick a moan was ripped from his throat I hadn’t even fully fit him in me. He starts thrusting upwards causing me to lose balance and slide down on his cock completely I feel my back arch and my body jolt “s-sunggie…” I lean onto his chest for support as he picks up an even faster pace, placing both hands on my hips to hold me in place “So wet for me,” he breathes fangs showing in his parted mouth. Sunghoon flips me over to where I’m lying on my back his hands pin me down, he continues his thrust at his previous pace his eyes glowing full of lust and hunger.

“Fuck I want to ruin you, ruin you so bad”.

sunghoon quickens his thrusts. “You’re going to make me cum…”

i feel my orgasm rip out from within me, sunghoon lets out an animalistic groan and sinks his teeth into my neck. I feel his fangs pierce my skin, the blood rushing into his mouth, I cry out in both pain and pleasure. Sunghoon doesn’t stop fucking me, and after a minute he removes himself from my bleeding neck. He began slowing down just a little which made things a little better for me but I still had that heavy feeling in the bottom of my stomach. My moans grew quieter as his thick cock slid in and out of me slowly. “Mine. Mine. All m….mine. Take it take it all.” Sunghoon cooed. My brain was foggy, I could barely even form a sentence. All I could form were incoherent mumbles.

His thrusts became quicker, my pussy clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to rut into me as fast as he was before. His moans grew louder and his thrusts became deeper “mmh~ I’ll fill you so well~” he said with one final thrust before spilling into me. Seed filling me up completely. Sunghoon fell ontop of me and kissed my neck “i love you Y/n”.

I was warn out but managed to respond with a “I know….I love you as well…a lot”I can see him smile I didn’t have to look at him to know. “Goodnight Sunggie.”

“Goodnight Y/n”

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[girlpanthera]

You mentioned Ringo would try to get them to take meds after George lost it too, so I was wondering if he would ever get to a point where he would make them food just to slip them pills?

Sleeping pills, anti-psychotics, etc etc.

Do you think they'd catch on eventually? Like maybe one night he slips them sleeping pills and they end up getting a full night of sleep (which is uncommon cause of the cats with trumpets). Do you think they'd catch on eventually? How would they react to this??

also... I can't wait till we see more of John, mainly cause I'm curious of his reactions to how George & Paul are acting.

I feel like ringo wpukd get to that point, yeah. even to the point of crushing up pills and mixing them into drinks till they dissolve. at first he attempted to just give it to them flat out with the idea it can stop the Cats Of Every Color, which George almost agreed to. Because unlike paul, George isn't a fan of the hallucinations until much later on, and he only seems to favor the wild women as they give him comfort. I'd imagine it like this:

TW: SA MENTIONS, ED, SH

ringo began getting worried about the delusions. originally he played Paul's stories off as just ptsd and overall head trauma from the affects of the hard drugs they took. At first he didn't care much, because he viewed paul as "johns" work. but now that paul was back and john remained at war, and the delusions "spread" to George, he realized he had to do something. Originally he just started with sleeping medications and some light antipsychotics he could get his hands on. he was tired of George and Paul running around the house at night and George waking him up to sleep next to him because "the little blue, red, and yellow kittens found their way into the kitchen and were toasting all of the bread they owned to make honey sandwiches with the crusts cut off"

George willingly took these medications the first few times, despite having bad nightmares and always waking up to Paul being erratic and angry he could sleep, there was no problems. It was when ringo offered the pills to paul that things got bad. Paul realized George had been medicating himself, which made him angry. as soon as he was offered the pills he lashed out, hitting ringo and screaming at him, trying to force ringo to take all of the pills to "just get rid of him" with the logic that "if he wanted to live in a false reality that's only brought on by pills he can, and he can stay there forever, cause he and Geo weren't going to do that"

it ended with Paul self harming and dragging the restless and sleep deprived George away to go to the fields, leaving ringo battered and bleeding. This is when ringo began writing letters to John, informing him of this all.

After the incident with Paul finding out george was medicated, Paul got more obsessive of him than before. originally, george had personal space from time to time, but now Paul clung to his hip. he woukd lay on him and force kisses and other sexual things on george as a form of trying to "see if he could trust him again"

this distressed george, cause not only was he too sleep deprived to properly fight back or even differentiate this from reality, but it was just shock and fear he was going through, so he let it happen and simulated affection for Paul despite being scared shitless.

The wild women eventually come into play here, as one night after being discarded by paul, George was just laying in the field in shock. He heard the agitationg noise of the small squeaky trumpets before the kittens of every color poked up around him and pointed to him. george frantically looked around to see why exactly the kittens pointed at him and that's when he became acquainted with a few wild women who came to comfort him. He thought they were very beautiful, as he had seen them before but they only offered comfort to Paul. The wild women let him lay on them and they cleaned him up and brushed his hair, guarding him while he slept. This was comforting ti george ans made him love the wild women, but the fact that they had never interacted with him before until now meant that there was a line that was crossed.

George would agree with ringo to take some medications through food so paul couldn't tell, but when he realized that also lessened the visits of the wild women he ended up refusing food. This caused him to starve himself in refusal alongside paul, who seemed quite cheeky and entertained by this. George depended on the wild women to give him food and care for him, and he began enthusiastically allowing paul to cut him or be rough with him just so the kittens of every color would see him battered and bring the wild women to him. the wild women never said anything to him, they only cared for him. paul would eat some of the food, getting medicated every so often, so he began getting his own food and even threatening to drug ringo back. this was around the time when John wrote to ringo, informing him of his injury and that he would be back. this was also the time paul tried to get ringo to join him and george, but ringo strictly refused. Though he didn't say specifically why, ringo had seen paul do some stuff to george that horrified him...and he felt a guilt for not helping george as he and George had history, and George was his special person before he had got sick..

SORRY THIS WAS LONG AND RANTY BUT YES HERES NEW STUFF WOO

[rocksibblingsau]

Hey so since everyone is throwing adopt branch ideas I'm going to to throw this out there, Bergen adopted branch. Here me out ok. Since he's grey he can't make bergans happy so they give him to prince gristle as a pet till he regains colors to make him happy. Eventually tho they bond being grey and unhappy. Poppy even mentioned the similarities in the first movie. When the prince becomes king he makes branch a person of royal status because he has no friends. He can tell Bridget likes gristle cuz he's actually a smooth romantic (he got it from Bruce) he probably does is so gristle would leave him alone. They realize they don't need trolls to be happy! Branch has just been like: this sucks but at least I'm not dead and some Bergen don't 100% suck. I'm not sure how he'd react to them being happy… but just throwing this out here.

I'm a sucker for Bergen AUs (Bergen Branch a concept I love toying with), and Branch being 'adopted' by the Gristles is a very interesting one! I actually believe I saw one here on tumblr, though I can't recall who made the AU.

I could absolutely see Gristle Jr as a child being a bit more open to actually talking with trolls, and with Branch talking back to him he'd likely quickly see Branch as a person.

This is the one AU where I don't know if Branch could regain his colors early. He has a lot of Bergen trauma and unlike the rest, no one is actually invested in his mental well being from the get go. Here's the kicker though, he's also not been exposed to as much as the Pop Trolls nonsense, so he might not be as jaded and openly hateful to music itself.

I like the idea of Bridget cleaning Gristle's room and talking to Branch, or rather talking at Branch. I don't think she'd ever have gotten to eat a Troll either (Chef clearly doesn't consider her a 'person' much so she wouldn't have given her one during Trollstice) so I don't think she's aware they can really talk. They sing, yeah, but to her and most Bergens it's probably more in a parrot type way (mimicking language but no human levels of sentience/sapience).

She sorta uses Branch to vent to and talk about how in love with Gristle she is and how he'll never notice her and after enough times of this Branch gets tired of the silent treatment not working and says something and nearly gives her a heart attack.

Branch ends up playing therapist to two Bergens.

"Out of the three of us, two of us being creatures of pure misery incapable of feeling even the faintest joy on their on and one of us being a creature of pure joy made to sing and dance nonstop... how am I the most miserable person in the room?"

[clgdj]

BITE ME

My little vampire preview?

Pairing: vamp!sunghoon! x fem!reader

Smut

Word count: 6k

Dubcon kinda, dry humping, blood, biting, cream pie, marking, bulge kink,

You had recently bought a “vampire” on the internet, why? You have no fucking idea…the advertisement had popped up and you clicked on it. And got carried off eventually, you had gotten your pay check today anyway so why not? It’s supposed to be coming in till next week… you sat down on your living room couch grabbing the tv remote beside you. You turn the tv and it starts playing some 90s show you roll your eyes. Suddenly your door bells rings. Who could it be its 2:00 in the morning? You quickly grab the bat you had beside your nightstand and slowly approach the front door you take a deep breath before swinging the door open no one was there..just a box on your front porch…you cautiously pick it up and set it on the floor then closing the door and locking it. You set the bat down and move it to the living room. You cut the tape on the large box with a pocket knife. You slowly open the folds of the box and look inside there was a smaller box. You picked it up and sat back on your couch and unlocked it slowly lifting up the top. Something flew out eventually crashing into the wall and hitting the floor it startled you a bit but that wasn’t the issue. “Um. hello?” You carefully walk over to where that thing had fell but instead of some hideous creature there was a man he had dark red hair and beautiful golden eyes he looked confused. you looked at him, he looked at you Y’all sat there for about a minute without saying anything it was awkward… “um…” he mumbled softly I jumped up “Omg you do speak” he flinched slightly.

“too loud?” He nodded slightly. Yoi sat down infront of him as he began to speak again

“I’m a prince..” he spoke so quietly god he was adorable. “…so I’ll be borrowing your home.”

You froze “huh!?” He nodded

1 year later

Y/n pov

“Sunggie!” I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway “yes?” He spoke as he turned the corner. “Why were you so quiet earlier? Did something happen?” The boy suddenly shook his head no. I cocked an eyebrow in suspicion I saw his cheeks light up a reddish pink color he only starts blushing when he’s hiding something. “Sunghoon? Don’t lie to me.”

He looks down at the floor “I had an incident…” I tilt my head and stood up walking over to him I lift his chin he’s eyes are watery…

“Oh goodness did you light the wrong candle again I already told you you’re allergic here come on let’s get you a wet towel..” I grab his arm leading him into the kitchen I grab a clean towel out the pantry and wet it laying it over his closed eyes “there just let it sit there a while…” I sigh “you’ve supposedly been alive for thousands of years but you still make mistakes like these”. I could hear him apologizing softly gosh he was so cute. After a while we proceeded with our daily night routine we bathed and basic hygiene sunghoon usually slept with me his excuse was. “so he can protect me!” That was the funniest thing he’s said this year. I lay down in the bed the silk sheets against my bear legs felt so nice. Sunghoon walk in the room a white towel on his head I signaled him to sit down so I could help him finish drying off. He walked over, and sat down infront of me I take the white towel massaging it in to his hair after about two minutes I throw the wet towel into the corner of the room. Sunghoon stood up and layer on the other side of the bed, something was up he’s never acted like this before and I decided I should just leave it. I was woken up by something rubbing against my thigh and soft moans. I slowly turn over Sunghoon’s eye are lighter than I’ve ever seen them “a-are you ok Sunggie? What’s wrong are you sick?” He whines in response. “You have to use your words love. I run a hand up and down his back to calm him.

“I-I bit you” he spoke in a quiet voice. “You what?-“ A sudden pain kicked in my neck and I felt like fainting. “I-Im sorry Y/n I really couldn’t-“ I smile “it’s okay you didn’t mean to sunggie”

That was the first sign

The night after

I woke up during the middle of night again I felt both Sunghoon’s arms wrapped around my waist i could feel his bare cock against my ass “sunggie? What are you doing?” He stops grinding against my ass and I could heard his whines he was in pain. “Y-y/n please help me~ it hurts~” I slowly sat up and forced my eyes open I heard Sunghoon rustling the blanket behind me I lock eyes with him he looks exhausted but sex drunk at the same time “you want my help sunggie?” He nodded softly he lies down but he cock was standing straight up “fuck..” I slide my panties down throwing them somewhere in the room I position myself over his thick veiny cock. Goodness his face did not match his dick size any one would be shocked to see how massive he is. He was looking up at me I hesitate a bit before slowly sinking onto his dick a moan was ripped from his throat I hadn’t even fully fit him in me. He starts thrusting upwards causing me to lose balance and slide down on his cock completely I feel my back arch and my body jolt “s-sunggie…” I lean onto his chest for support as he picks up an even faster pace, placing both hands on my hips to hold me in place “So wet for me,” he breathes fangs showing in his parted mouth. Sunghoon flips me over to where I’m lying on my back his hands pin me down, he continues his thrust at his previous pace his eyes glowing full of lust and hunger.

“Fuck I want to ruin you, ruin you so bad”.

sunghoon quickens his thrusts. “You’re going to make me cum…”

i feel my orgasm rip out from within me, sunghoon lets out an animalistic groan and sinks his teeth into my neck. I feel his fangs pierce my skin, the blood rushing into his mouth, I cry out in both pain and pleasure. Sunghoon doesn’t stop fucking me, and after a minute he removes himself from my bleeding neck. He began slowing down just a little which made things a little better for you but you still had that heavy feeling in the bottom of your stomach. My moans grew quieter as his thick cock slid in and out of you slowly like that. “Mine. Mine. All m….mine. Take it take it all.” Sunghoon cooed. Your brain was foggy, you could barely even form a sentence. All you could form were incoherent mumbles.

His thrusts became quicker, your pussy clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to rut into you as fast as he was before. His moans grew louder and his thrusts became deeper “mmh~ I’ll fill you so well~” he said with one final thrust before spilling into you. Seed filling you up completely. Sunghoon fell ontop of you and kissed your neck “i love you Y/n”.

You were warn out but managed to respond with a “I know….I love you as well…a lot” you can see him smile you didn’t have to look at him to know. “Goodnight Sunggie.”

“Goodnight Y/n”

Please like this took so long to make!

[m0nster-babi]

I see quite a few BAU Agere Family fics and headcanons of Hotch being the dad, Rossi being the grandpa, and the rest are their littles which is super cute! However, I would like to introduce my own personal BAU Fam

Rossi is absolutely the grandpa, Garcia is the momma, JJ is a flip, and the others are the littles

Hotch usually regresses the youngest to a toddler with Reid being second youngest, Morgan is an older child, Prentiss is anywhere between older child to preteen, and JJ is anywhere between younger to older child (between Reid's little age and Morgan's)

Morgan and Hotch seem to 'fight' over Reid's attention quite often

Prentiss is most often aware of Hotch's age and is most active in finding ways of involving him in games safely

Rossi sometimes has to argue to get the kids to eat food outside of just nuggets or mac and cheese or Garcia's cookies. His cooking work, he feels, goes unappreciated (he's totally not dramatic when guilt tripping the kids into trying his food). His arguments are often with Reid and Morgan

All the kids LOVE and are fascinated with Garcia's outfits and accessories! She always looks so pretty to them, and Reid and Hotch, being younger, tend to get distracted by her accessories a lot

Morgan most often refers to Garcia as Momma while Reid eventual gets comfortable and says it more often, and Rossi will refer to Garcia as Mommy to the littles. Prentiss and JJ often call her just Penny, and Hotch doesn't really say words

Rossi doesn't physically play with the littles as much as Garcia (old man XD) but he instead often asks them questions about what they're doing/making and will let them talk or show him through their process

Morgan's favorite activity is make-believe, adventures where he is the victorious hero! They are often more fantasy based rather than games like Cops and Robbers

Reid's favorite activities are of course reading and generally getting into things he's not supposed to. A lot of things are ment to be kept out of children's reach but he'll grab it and show off some physics or chemistry magic

Hotch's favorite activities are playing with Legos (mainly just separating the pieces) and napping. He's often a very tired baby who doesn't like a lot of loud noises

JJ's favorite activities are drawing and reading when regressed. She loves using bright colors in her drawings meaning that Garcia is often her favorite subject, asking her to pose for a drawing. JJ sometimes reads with Reid but when regressed she often chooses a different book since he doesn't always pick the 'age appropriate' ones. When she's big, she loves sitting with Reid and reading

Prentiss often goes along with what other people may want, but she does love playing make-believe with Morgan a lot. She likes being the powerful witch who kidnapped and poisoned Princess Penny and Morgan has to save her before the stroke of midnight or she may never wake up again! Mwa ha ha!

Rossi often naps with Hotch (once again, old man)

Reid doesn't generally like laying down for nap time, but a night light for his fear of the dark and reading to him till he falls asleep often helps

The older littles don't generally have set nap times like the younger ones, but naps don't always sound so bad

JJ when big (often referred to as Aunty) tends to make comments on Garcia constantly spoiling the kids with new toys and baked goods, but then turns around and buys new books or pacis or sippies/cups ect. that 'Ooo, Prentiss loves this character! Of course she needs the whole cup set!' or 'Reid said he used to have this book when he was younger!' or 'Morgan loves playing make-believe, a few costumes won't hurt to have'

Reid is the main collector of stuffed animals. When he carries one around, he'll often spout facts about the animal or character

Prentiss likes helping out around the house, like helping Rossi with the cooking even if it's just stirring the pot, or cleaning up after the littles lay down for naps. Morgan teases her calling her Mini Momma

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hey there Slug! I hope you ain't too buys and might have a lil fun with this one! Of each individual character, what are your respective favorite songs of theirs and why?

This is an easy ask to answer, so I'mma clear it from the pile and get to some older ones eventually.

I assume you mean solo songs only, right?

Under a cut for length because there are a bajillion boys in this series

Ichirou: I like his VA's rapping work in just about everything; he's really solid. Stage Ichirou also has a youthful quality I appreciate a lot, but of the main series songs... probably Break the Wall. It's high energy in a fun way. It also ties into a creative project I've been chewing on for years that's near and dear to my heart, although I'm not sure if I'll ever put it to paper and share it anywhere.

Jirou: I think Jirou's VA has a very pretty singing voice, so I like his softer songs. In general, I admire the "softer" aspects of Jirou's character and think that's where he shines best. So probably School of IKB, although I adore his choruses in Re:start.

Saburou: Requiem. I'm very, very, very into things that commit to being over the top and goofy, and I also enjoy combining classical and baroque elements with other genres. What's not to like here?

Samatoki: Gangsta's Paradise. The high speed rap is technically compelling. I generally appreciate v. fast rap since I enjoy learning and singing them. If the stage plays count, I really enjoy the emotion Samatoki's stage actor brings to Come Back to Me.

Juuto: ...There is some interesting text in the Personality section of Juuto's wiki page. (I have it pulled up to quick reference the song lists.) If anyone with wiki edit powers is reading this, you may want to clean that up... Anyway, I feel like they give Juuto great background music in just about every song, but Uncrushable takes the cake for me. I really like the BG music in that.

Riou: Move Your Body Till You Die, hands down. Goofy as fuck. Also, great workout music.

Ramuda: I find his main voice pretty grating, and his usual styles of music aren't my favorite in general. So Ramuda songs don't do a lot for me. I appreciate Pink Colored Love for plot reasons, though.

Gentarou: The slower Hypmic songs rarely do a lot for me, but I found myself enjoying Yume no Kanata a lot. Not sure I know why, necessarily...

Dice: 3$EVEN was one of the first songs I really enjoyed in Hypmic, and I still like its high energy today. In general, I'm impressed by Dice's VA's rapping ability and appreciate his parts in group songs a lot.

Jakurai: Like I said earlier, I'm not usually a fan of slow songs, so none of Jakurai's solos or duets have ever stood out to me. With that being said, I think Jakurai's speech style and slower rhythms makes him more fun and easier to translate w/ full rhyme and rhythm than many other characters. Like I think Labyrinth Wall would be fun to do a full cover of with syllable matching rhymes and line length while simultaneously trying to stick as close to the core meaning and tone as possible.

Hifumi: Both Champagne Gold and Don't Stop the Party are high-energy bops and great for working out. Slight preference for the former. I also really like his singing voice in group songs.

Doppo: Doppo's angrier verses in group songs are fun, but I'm especially fond of BLACK OR WHITE. In particular, I enjoy the DOTAMA cover. I'm a big DOTAMA fan for both his lyrical strength and considerable rapping chops. He's got a lot of songs that are really punchy and angry in this exact vein, and I love throwing on a playlist of his stuff while grinding out tedious work projects. Hahaha. Just rapping along "I don't want to work. I don't want to work. I don't want to work. BUT HERE I AM, WORKING!!!!" furiously under my breath.

Sasara: Comedian Rhapsody is really fun. This is another song I would love, love, love, love to try and do a full translation w/ preservation of rhyme/line length/jokes. Not for sharing--at that point it's just kinda showing off--but it's fun to chew on bits of it when I have moments of free time.

Roshou: Like most of the slow song characters, Roshou's solos aren't my favorite. I guess I prefer Under Sail to Own Stage for its background music.

Rei: All of Rei's songs are wild to the point of me liking them for the goofiness. If you commit to the bit, I'll enjoy it 9 times out of 10. Doesn't matter what the bit is. Shiro to Kuro is probably my favorite. LOVE the "heh heh we are up to no good" NPC villain energy of that song. But also, shout-out to his singing in Enishi, even if it's nigh-on intelligible to me. I love the hell out of Enishi in general.

Kuko: The king of goof himself. Sou Gyaran BAM is probably my favorite, but I am--to some degree--into virtually every song he's in.

Juushi: Wow, I'm listed as a source on this wiki page, lol. Anyway. Juushi's aesthetic as a whole isn't my cup of tea, but I have a soft spot for Moonlight Shadow, because the first two times I heard it were on Spotify shuffle while I just so happened to be scrubbing a toilet. So for a couple months after, I would put Bad Ass Temple on every time I cleaned the bathroom. Hahaha.

Hitoya: One and Two, and Law is so fucking goofy. I adore it. The live version with the airhorn? Chef's kiss.

Otome: Fuck it, let's do the ladies too. Out of all of her musical appearances, I like Just Do It the most. It adds such an interesting strength to her character, and the English portions are done super well.

Ichijiku: Love, love, love her part in Verbal Justice for its strength. This is yet another song I think would be fun to do a hell TL of, and then I remind myself that trying to rhyme "Kadenokouji" in English is a fool's errand.

Nemu: Her singing voice in WINK is nice, but I love her part in Femme Fatale for its energy. "I'm Nemu, and this is my masterpiece" Fuck yeah it is

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @phoenixradiant and @tildeathiwillwrite!

OC Interview

Let's go with Djek :)

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Are you named after anyone?

Not specifically, but you wouldn't believe how many godsdamned Djek Kaguras there are. I swear, half the world's Amaranthi had the same idea for a baby name.

When was the last time you cried?

Crying? Who's crying? Not me, that's for sure. I got a heart of nails and skin like stone. Call me a duck the way bullshit slides off my back.

(It was two nights ago. He stayed up too late and convinced himself his friends didn't actually like him)

Do you have kids?

Gods, I hope not. I wouldn't mind a few little brats running around eventually, but for now, I'd like to stay untethered and unbothered.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, never. Who would even think that?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Where their wallet is. Not only is it an old street kid habit, but wallet placement tells you a lot about a person. Whether they're careless and leave it in their back pocket. Whether they're paranoid and have it strapped under their shirt. Whether they're crafty and have a decoy somewhere. Only some of the time do I make good on this knowledge and pinch some cash.

What’s your eye colour?

As red as any full-blooded Amaranthi could wish. I've always appreciated how distinct my eyes are, even if they barely work. I'm the only member of my family to have a true crimson color.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Gimme scares! If I want sappy nonsense, I'll throw cookies at an orphan. I like something that's gonna keep me up at night. Or better yet, something that's gonna keep my friends up at night and checking their closets for any creepy masks I perhaps stuffed in there.

Any special talents?

I'm a dab hand at cards, both the games and building card castles out of them. I can do a ton of fancy shuffles you wouldn't believe. I'm also quick with lockpicks, and I guess I have some sorcery too. It's pretty measly though.

Where were you born?

The city of Fayuki, in the Quandi province of the Janazi Archipelago. I grew up on the industrial side. I don't think I ever smelled clean air till I was fifteen.

Do you have any pets?

Yeah, two fish. They do a lot of tricks.

What sort of sports do you play?

I usually stayed away from the other kids when I was young, so I never played street ball or anything. Izjik’s been teaching me to fight recently, so I guess that counts.

How tall are you?

5'5", which is a perfectly respectable height! It's not my fault I didn't eat enough as a kid.

What was your favourite subject in school?

I never went to school, but I've enjoyed learning to run a business. Twenari says I have a head for numbers, which doesn't sound like me at all, to be honest. It's not like I'm really good at math. It just clicks sometimes.

What is your dream job?

I've learned a bit of the locksmithing trade, and even though it's been rough learning to ply my wares in an honest environment, I enjoy the challenge. I want to be independent and able to buy my friends lunch for a change. I want people to hear the name Kagura and think of safety, not a nighttime mugging.

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I'll tag @meep-writes-stuff @k--havok @reininginthefirewriting @greenwytchbooks and anyone else who'd like to give it a whirl :)

Questions below the cut

Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

[angelbroad]

If you take drabble requests then, mayhaps one with Johnny teaching fujin how to contour her face? Assist raiden's lil sister with that gender euphoria stuffs .x .

Absolutely!

 “Alright, we got the moisturizer, the primer, do you want powder or liquid foundation?”, Johnny asked.

 “What’s the difference?”, Fujin questioned from the makeup chair, ruffling through the different make-up bags in awe.

 “None, just preference.”

 “I think we can go for powdered.”, she said.

 “Alright! Let me just.”

 Fujin heard a few ruffling sounds coming from the man’s direction, and he eventually brought a few powder foundations on the table. He started opening them up and placing a little bit of each on Fujin’s neck.

 “Aren’t we contouring my face?”, Fujin asked.

 “Yes, but we want to make sure the foundation matches your skin. We don’t want to make you look like you changed races, we’ll get cancelled!”

 Fujin laughed at the statement, but watched as Johnny used a makeup wipe to clean her neck when he finally found the proper color of Fujin’s skin, finally applying it on her face as he instructed her how to do it herself in the future. Fujin wrinkled her nose as the fluffy brush that was used to apply the foundation tickled her nose, sniffling slightly as Johnny pulled back the brush.

 “That’s normal, don’t try and scratch your nose.”

 “Is this powder neccessary?”

 “Hey, you were the one that asked me to show you how to contour your face.”

 “I know. The brush felt funny, though.”

 “Okay. You see this?”, Johnny asked, showing her a short box of cream.

 Fujin nodded.

 “This is a cream contour. We’ll use that to actually start the process.”

 “So, the powder thing was not even the start?”

 “Think of it as, preparation. Like, you know when you want to cook something in the over and you preheat it? It’s the same here, just uh, without the oven.”

 “Ah, got it.”

 They started with their forehead, placing small lines along her hairline, blending the product smoothly from her temple to about one third of the way to the center of her forehead.

 “It’s important to start with the forehead.”, Johnny said, “It makes a really great guide for the face.”

 “How do you know so much about make-up?”, Fujin asked.

 “Working in Hollywood for so long will do that to you. Why ask?”

 “I was just curious, I guess. I hardly met anyone with knowledge or even access to makeup back home.”

 “Well, there’s a first time for anything, eh?”

 Fujin nodded, staying silent as they moved to contour her cheekbones and jaw. Now they were moving to her nose, Fujin shifting in her chair.

 “Do actors have to go through this every day?”

 Johnny chuckled, “This is just a contour, Fujin. Wait till you see some actual painfull makeup work.”

 Fujin swallowed.

 “Hey hey, no worries. It’s fine that you want to learn how to take care of yourself.”

 “Yea..it does feel very nice.”, she looked at her half-done face in the mirror, feeling some type of way.

 “How much more do we have?”

 “Oh. We just gotta finish it up with highlighter and bronzer.”

 Johnny calmly explained the process as he was doing it.

 “Aaaaalright, done! We have achieved the ultimate sun-kissed look.”, he said as he presented Fujin with her reflection on the lit up mirror.

 Fujin looked at her touched up face, raising a hand up to it.

 “What do you think?”, Johnny asked.

 “That was..far easier than I thought.”

 “See? It’s nothing scary. Oh, hold on.”, Johnny said, dissappearing for a little bit and bringing her bck two papers, “So in this one I wrote down some makeup brands of the products you might like along with their price range, and in this one it’s a graph of different types of face countours.”

 “Huh? What’s the difference?”

 “You can trick people to believing your face structure is different.”

 “Oh-ho! Neat!”

 “Hollywood magic for the win.”

 “Thanks again, Mr Cage.”

 “Hey, it’s just Johnny.”, he said, “And of course, anytime!”

[redrydersrequiem]

Reunited Chapter 9

Hey guys im back sorry this is short an it took so long I haven’t been inspired fora bit plus ive been moving and alot of stuff in my life is going crazy but im back at it love everyone who’s reading this i thank you.

Its been two days since the soul transfer. Right after the ceremony Spider was whisked away to the labs, much to his dismay, the boy only complying once he saw how worried I still was. A handful of checkups a bunch of drills and a night of observation spider was released with a clean bill of health. It’s not till the next morning that the ceremony would be complete, and I couldn't say I was looking forward to it.

Saying goodbye to his human body

The ceremony is just as beautiful as the one before it. Spider's former body lays in the same position it was yesterday, simply looking as though he's asleep, but now glowing flowers are placed gently beside him. I can't help but gently cry as I clutch spiders hand in mine the entire time. Needing the reassurance he's still here with me and his father. Everyone silently sets up, taking turns saying their goodbyes and laying down flowers. Atokirina grace us with their calming presence as they gently float around us to the sound of everyone gently singing. Neytiri explains to miles and i that the Navi believe all energy is borrowed, and eventually it must be returned.

“Eywa has guided you all to this point, and will now accept Spiders human form back into her loving embrace, watching as he now walks the path of the clans.”

Her words soothe me as I approach and lay my flower down. Miles beside me before we return and bask in our son's presence. Happy to start the next chapter of our family's life.

The rest of the day is filled with merriment. The clan celebrates Spiders rebirth as well as the return of their former clan chief and his family, even if they are only visiting. Spider goes around still testing out his new body and saying hello to the people he used to know, accepting the small trinkets they give him. Miles and I simply watch on happily.

After the morning and an afternoon of celebration we all decided to have a more intimate dinner. All the people close to Spider now take up residency in the Sullys old home. Norm, Max and Abby sit beside Jake and Neytiri, Miles and I on the other side of them, all of us gently talking,eating and drinking, while the kids all take residence on the other side of the fire giggling and goofing off as they do. It’s not till tuk insists Spider has to open her present that we move and put everything off to the side.

Spider now sits in the middle as tuk tuk goes first, presenting a small pouch, a leather armband inside. It’s simple in its design but thoughtful and lovingly crafted but eh younger girl. Decorated with sea rocks from the Metikiyana and a feather from the Omaticaya,

“so you can wear it at both places.” She says gleefully.

Kiri was next, gifting spider some beautiful beads of all colors she had been saving

“Here I carved these myself. They'll bring you luck, monkey boy.”

“Thank you kiri” The duo sport similar blushes, but no one says anything, all just simply filling the information away for later.

Neteyam and Lo’ak gift him a new knife sheath and a new ikran saddle. Telling him by the end of the week they’ll all be able to race around. Norm and the others gifted him a waterproof camera hoping he’ll send them some photos of the ocean and its environment, to which he readily agrees, just as curious as they are. They also gifted him a new halo pad now, Navi sized, all so he could keep in contact with everyone. The kids all cooed over the tech while Jake and Neytiri step forward to give their gift.

“This might not be as cool as your new tech but it is to commemorate your new life.”

They hand him a long cord, a new Navi sized songcord to be exact. Miles and I had agreed to giving the honor to them, having been there his whole life. A new dark leather and twine band sits with all the previous gems and trinkets. The only difference is that at the end a beautiful blue bead sits proudly. Symbolizing his transfer.

“Thank you.” Spider says gratefully, taking the cord and retying it to his hip.

“Your welcome kid. We’ve seen you work hard your whole life, learning the navis ways and respecting the world around you, we’re honored to do this for to watch how much you continue to grow.”

Spider goes and hugs the sully matriarchs, his eyes slightly watery.

“It’s our turn now sully” Miles states with a teasing smile on his face.

Miles moves over to spider a large long bundle in hand neatly tied at both ends. Spider takes it untying the top knot to reveal the end of a new bow. His face lights up at it, it's a beautiful dark wood that miles had been carving the better part of the month. Ever since he was told about spider's avatar. The bow is expertly carved, the man having spent the better part of his life carving little trinkets as a stress outlet. After getting jakes expertise (really neytiris) the bow was ready to accompany spider the rest of his days

“Wow this is incredible, thanks dad”

“Your welcome kid”

“Hey, maybe now I can teach you how to actually use one.” Spider jokes causing miles to put the boy in a head lock both now wrestling around as everyone laughs.

“Ok boys settle down its my turn.”

Spider and miles separate as I bring forward my small present and place it in spider's lap. Opening it a necklace sits, a true warriors necklace beaded and braided, the only difference is that the focal point of spiders sits shining metal dog tags. His full name, nickname and d.o.b, engraved on them, matching the ones miles, I and the rest of the blue team all sport.

“I wanted you to have something to remind you of both sides of your family.”

“Mom it's perfect thank you,” he quickly placed the sack it was in down before coming over to me gesturing for me to help him put it on.

I do so and he turns smiling at me before enveloping me in a giant hug.

“I'll never take it off sa’nu.” I just hugged my baby back just a tight happy that he's here with me now.

*Think this. But instead of th bigger tooth its dog tags *

The party continued well into the night. Norm and the others calling it an evening and returning to the labs while they still could, light conversation flowing between the sullys and us until light snores catch our attention. All the kids now asleep piled together, I took a quick photo on spiders camera and we tuck the kids all in, putting the fire out into light embers that will keep the tent nice and warm. Good nights are said as I curl up in miles arms burying my head in his chest as he squeezes me closer, a gentle smile on his face as he kiss my forehead

“How you doing now darlin?”

“Im good love, i'm so happy, i don't even have word’s”

“Me to darlin me to.

We sit in silence listening to the quiet snores around us as we drift of into sleep. But a dread lies just beneath the surface of this happiness, waiting just beyond the horizon to try and cripple our new lives.

We decided to stay with the omatikaya for two weeks. Give the sullys time to be with their old clan and loved ones, give spider time to acclimate to being Navi and be able to pass all the challenges a young warrior his age would have completed by now. He makes amazing progress, a true natural according to neytiri, much better than Jake when he first entered into the clan she says all the time, But it's not all fun and games while we were here.

Under the cover of dusk before the sun rises Jake, miles and i along with some other scouts wait in the trees watching the hustle and bustle of Bridgehead.

“It doesn’t look like they are up to anything huge but they could easily Hide any new gear with how much the base has grown”

“Yeah if anything. It would be in those hangers If they were building a new battlecraft, but they have tightened security,”

“Or At least doubled it by the look of all the skeletal suits walking around the perimeter there.”

“We’ll have to keep an eye on them, help the forest clans come up with back up plans, I don't trust Ardmore to just sit patiently.

“Agreed

“If anything we need to take the RDA out in the ocean. While they do have crafts they can’t fight everyone in those. Heavy suits like they use would be at a disadvantage there.”

“Your Right Dove as always.”

“Thank you, love.”

“Ok ok, i'll ask Tarsem to set up some patrols, report anything they see, for now let's get back, the sun should be rising soon and the kids are ready for spiders iknimaya.

The better part of the week the kids spent training Spider. The boy already knew everything already, having been training since he could walk, but was more than happy to redone everything now that's he's able to fully experience it. We painted him up in the traditional paints like the other warriors and created a group to go up the sacred mountains once more.

“Bro lets do this” Lo’ak says excitedly, reaching the top of the cliff face a second before spider, Neteyam and kiri not far behind them. Miles and I sat next to our ikrans having just landed after watching the teens finish climbing up

“Thank god we don't have to climb that again.”

“Oh hush you big baby”, i say playfully smacking miles chuckling form. Now that the kids are all up and in one piece jake steps forward.

“Ok kids, let's get this done.” Jake says gesturing for spider to step up, he and miles not far behind (both being the over protective dads they are)

“You can do this Spider” kiri tells him gently all of us watching, our breaths held as Spider steps into the clearing. Despite our worries the young man steps into the clearing with confidence, challenging the ikrans like he was taught, waiting for one to challenge back. Eventually a darker blue one does, not quite the color of his fathers or the sully families, but somewhere in between.

With incredible speed, and grace, Spider was on the back of the banshee before we knew it. We all watched with joy miles calling cupcake and quickly climbing on, ready to follow his son over the cliff edge for his first flight.Everyone flies together, whooping and hollering being heard as the kids all race, miles and Jake joining as well as neytiri and I just watch with smiles on our faces. A rare peaceful moment for our families before the war comes back into focus.

The time with the omaticaya comes to a close, and back to the rest of our family.

The ocean is as beautiful as always, even more so looking at it from above the clouds. We see the clan coming towards us on the sand a couple of dark blue bodies blending in with the see of turquoise waiting for us to land, cheers being heard throughoutWe all quickly hop off letting the ikrans rest a moment before unpacking. Eager to reintroduce spider to the metkayina

“About time you all returned we were thinking of coming to rescue you by the end of the week” wainfleet says joyfully.

“Well we had a lot happen Lyle it all took time beside. Come see your godson's new look miles says pushing spider out from behind him towards the group”

They all look at him in awe,

“Hey uncle Lyle.”

“Wow kid is that really you”

“Yeah it's me. Im finally blue

“You look good kid”, z says next to him checking out his new necklace, and ruffling his braided hair. The rest of the team comes up saying their hellos, welcome backs and congrats to spider while miles and i unload the ikrans. Ronal and Tonowari step up from the crowd, all of us turning to them as he appraises our group once more but I can see in his eyes the differences he’s seeing from us before and the us now.

“I see you’ve all returned to us” Tonowari asks

“Yes sir” miles responds for us all

“And I see you have brought back another forest clan member”

“Yes and no sir” I speak up quickly, placing my hand on spider's upper upper back and motioning him forward.

“This is actually our son spider”

I say presenting my son to the clan heads once more, except this time he has his head held high shoulders squared back and jaw set, no longer trying to hide behind his father and I. He greets the olo’ekytan formally. Tonowari responds, a smirk on his face at the boy's cheekiness, he goes to speak but Ronal however beats him in saying anything.

“Eywa has transferred his soul?”

“Yes ma’am I passed through her eye and returned to be with my family”.

Ronal eyes circling. Him and taking in his new form, her keen eyes assessing him.

“Eywa has trully blessed your family, to not only allow you both a second life but to also allow your child to pass through her eye and return a member of the clan, it will be interesting to watch the journey the great mother has planned for you all.” With that she walks back beside her mate the couple sharing a look before Tonowari smiles back at us

“Welcome back to our clan, Spiders, may you walk in the ways of water.”

Everyone cheers as the heads walk away, the clan welcoming us all back. Some of the kids spider. Meet before running up to him all saying hellos including Aunong, Tsireya and Roxto. All tracing him with their eyes in shock to see the boy they knew now a young Navi man all i can do is smile knowing my boy now can have a better life.miles placing his arm around me as we both stare determination to keep this peace running through our bodies.

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