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angelwhisp3rs · 8 months

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Pairing: RE4!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Spain, he just wanted to spend some time with her.

Tags: fluff; smut; p in v; oral (f/m); overstimulation; praise/degradation; soft/hard dom leon; this is just horny, im so sorry ksksk;

Notes: an idea i had and that has also been requested! im being slow but i promise to do every requests, but uni is kicking my ass ksksk

Minors do not interact!

Spain had been absolutely terrible. Since Raccoon City, that has been the worst place he had the displeasure of going. The ganados, his infection, the constant threat, it all made his mind go overload and just tire itself out. At times like that, he ached to be cuddling her, getting her sweet kisses and caresses, not fucking punches to his guts.

When he was finally cleared from the medical bay, he could only rush home. God, he missed her. It hasn’t been a long time since they last say each other, but fuck, whenever you have a whole village after you, days begin to feel like weeks. The worse is that he had to be on observation for a few days, making sure that the Plagas was truly gone, while the only medicine he ever needed was her.

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At first, it was supposed to be loving and gentle. He opened the door, and she was already there waiting for him, running into his arms and hugging him tightly. Fuck, he almost cried; he was finally safe and away from all those horrors.

Then, she kissed him with love and relief, closing the door behind him and leaving his suitcase on the side, making him focus on her - as if he ever wanted to focus on something else. As she guided them to their bedroom, he couldn't help but grope, touch, and feel every part of her, kissing her neck and marking her too.

Laying her on the bed, he had to step back and admire his girl, his princess, his angel.

“Missed you, baby” he said as he pressed kisses on her neck

“Missed you way more” She giggled in glee

“Not possible.” He said, smirking.

He took his shirt off, and she gasped, looking a little sad. She knows about his job, and she hates whenever he comes back to her bruised, broken and traumatized. She gently kissed every mark on his body, pulling him down to lay on the bed.

“Let me take care of you. You deserve it after having to take care of everyone else”

As she said that, she took the reins, knowing how much he needed that. Slowly pushing down the remainder of his clothing, she began kissing his abs, worshiping his skin as she lowered her mouth, ignoring his cock for now and kissing his toned thighs.

They were so big; she loved just the thought of letting them wrap around her head and suffocate her. His hands caressed and pushed her hair away, watching as she loved him.

“Fuck, don't tease, babe… been wanting this for too long” he grunted, buckling his hips into her lips

She giggled at his neediness but decided to go ahead - he usually wasn't like this, so this mission must've messed with him.

Grabbing the base of his cock, she pressed open-mouthed kisses on his dick, letting her saliva coat it as it throbbed on her hands in need.

She put the tip in her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue press on the skin of the head. She swirled her tongue as she slowly began sucking it, gloating at his grunts. She couldn't wait till he was a moaning mess for her.

She began to lower her head, taking as much as she could and using her palms to aid her in his pleasure. Her head moved back and forth, spit gathering on his shaft and helping her hand move. Her tongue pressed on the prominent vein, making him let out a gasp mixed with a moan.

“Baby, that's it. Take my cock; it's all yours”

He made a makeshift ponytail with her hair, thrusting his hips up as she gagged and kept taking him, each of his words being spaced by a thrust.

Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn't care. She wanted her man to feel everything; she wanted to reward him for all the fighting he did. He fought to stay alive and come back to her.

She missed his salty taste and the way he slowly lost himself to the pleasure. It didn't take long for him to cum on her throat, making her swallow it all as he laid panting in their bed.

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Smiling, she kissed up his body, sharing a sweet kiss with him, pulling away to nuzzle on his nose.

“Let me pay back, love”

“No, Leon. Today is all about you” She reassured him, making sure he still laid on the bed.

“But eating your pretty cunt is something for me too” he bargained with a cheshire grin.

“Don't wanna hurt you, baby…” She said unsure, frowning.

“Then sit on my face. That way I can have you and still be resting in the bed” he tried once more.

Just the thought made her clench around the air. He was right; she only had to make sure not to put too much weight on him.

Following his offer, she began removing her clothes, and Leon almost shrieked in happiness; he wanted nothing more than to see her hovering his face.

Fully naked, just like him, she carefully sits above him, moving up till she reaches his face. Before she could even reassure him, he pushed her into his mouth, not wasting any time and locking the wet cavern on her sensitive clit, holding her hips down with his strong hands.

She grabbed the headboard, moaning as she watched him devour her “f-fuck, baby, be careful”.

He shook his head, beginning to flick his tongue on the bundle of nerves, a wet and sinful noise leaving his lips as she moaned in pleasure.

“Eating this pussy is gonna make something that none of the drugs did” he said against her cunt, moving his tongue to fuck her hole.

She whined and tried to squirm her hips; it was too much in such a short period of time. But his palms didn't let her move anywhere, leaving her only to take it and feel the pleasure.

“Pussy so sweet, gonna make me ignore every call just so I can keep eating it” he mumbled as he ate her out, his chin beginning to be wet by her juices.

She was so close, and by the second he put two fingers inside her and began scissoring it as he rolled his tongue on her clit, she almost screamed as she came on his tongue, her body shaking as she coated him with her juices.

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To her surprise, his other hand held her firm in place and he didn't stop, her moans turning into overstimulated whines, as he toyed with her cunt and kept thrusting his fingers.

“B-baby, t-too much…” She moaned as she shook in pleasure.

“It's not, baby, you are my good girl, you can do it”

He praised her and kept going, and from the added sensitiveness, it didn't take long for her to cum again, drenching more of the lower part of his face.

He allowed her to lay down as she shook and tried to stabilize her heartbeat, looking up at him with hazy eyes and blushing cheeks.

“Leon, where did that come from?” She asked in giggles

“Was too hungry for you, my love, couldn't help it. I'm sorry” he apologized and pressed kisses to her cheeks and mouth, both giggling.

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As some time passed as they caressed each other and had a pillow talk, he couldn't help but put her on his lap, making her feel his hard cock.

“Jesus, love, you are eager”

“Oh, don't tease. I never see you complaining when I'm fucking you good”

“Yeah, but that's not happening today, Leon. You are recovering for God's sake!”

“I should be celebrating that I'm not dead! C'mon, pretty, you can ride me and take it slow” he said with a boyish smile, biting his lip.

She smiled back shyly, shaking her head. That man had her wrapped around his finger; he was too good to be true.

Nodding, she gave him a warning “slowly, okay?”

“Absolutely, angel” he said excited as he laid on the pillows

She hovered him and slowly went down on his cock, making both groan in pleasure. His fingers and multiple orgasms made it so easy to slide in, and she felt so full that his dick reached so deep in her.

She moved slowly, and although it felt good, it made him lose his mind. That was his fault, though. He is the one who suggested that. With that, he guided her to lay down on his chest, keeping her movements as he whispered praises and loving notes against her ear.

“Good girl, baby”, “fuck, you take me so good”, “keep going, lovie, use this cock”, “you are all mine, doll, gonna cum inside you over and over to prove it”.

The intimacy and care felt so good - too nice actually. She could only moan gently as her hips rocked slowly, making both feel him stretching her out perfectly.

Maybe it was their connection or the genuine trust and love built between them, but it all felt magical. Leon was a skeptical man, but in times like this, he believed they were genuine soulmates born to belong to each other.

Filled with love, they came together as they shared a kiss, her gummy walls feeling the moment he coated them with his cum.

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As minutes went by, and as she fell asleep slowly creeping in, he suddenly pushed her on the bed, putting a pillow underneath her as he laid her on her front. He guided her hips up and looked apologetic “just one more love, need to love you good”.

And with only that as a warning, he started to thrust fast into her, setting the pace roughly as their bed shook as she could only moan and whine, biting into the pillow underneath her in ecstasy.

His hips pistoned into her, watching her ass bounce on his hips as he disregarded any medical indication. he just wanted to fuck her the way they have been craving, with raw and needy passion.

“Best pussy I had… my little whore that loves when I stretch her hole, right?”

She only moaned in agreement, overjoyed as he dirty talked her into another upcoming climax.

“Can't even speak, already drunk on this cock, isn't that true, darling?” he asked cockily.

She only nodded, keeping her mouth on the pillow and drooling all around it, sure that if she let's go she's gonna wake the entire neighborhood.

His cock had a white circle on its base, her pussy so creamy from many orgasms that made his thrusts appear seamless. He grunted as he watched his member enter and leave her hole, thinking that he would fight the apocalypse every day if it meant coming home to that.

“Fuck, my slut's pussy is the best at taking me. I'm so proud, honey, love when you are my fuck doll, ready to reward me after the hard work I do”

She couldn't bear when he was like this; he always managed to say the right things, making her clench around him.

“Yeah, you agree, don't you? This pussy belongs to me, and I need to keep using it” he moaned and gave a spank to her ass, making her hips buckle.

He thrusted harder into her, slapping her ass more till it became sensitive enough to ache as he pounded into her behind. He didn't want to accidentally hurt her; there was no need.

The spanks, the thrusting, his voice, it all convoluted in her final orgasm, making her squirt on his shaft and sheets, letting her thighs become messy as well.

Feeling her tightening and her juices oozing out of her, he lost control and came inside her once more, emptying his balls for the last time this night.

He kissed her once more, leaving to grab some towels and gently clean them, returning to their bed and laying satisfied, closing his eyes and caressing her sweaty hair.

Sleepily, she looks at him with heart eyes, mumbling. “I love you. Thank you for coming back to me. “

Leon smiled, hugging her tighter. “I will always come back to you.”

Even if he had to fight every day for survival, it was worth it. He knew that he was making the world a safer place for her, and that was enough for him.

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awearywritersworld · 1 year

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Ryomen Sukuna x Reader summary: you're cuddling in bed with your very sleepy boyfriend, except he's not exactly your very sleepy boyfriend w/c: .75k tags/warnings: somewhat suggestive but not smut. praise. "good girl" but no other reference to gender. fluff. "kitten" i can't help myself. aged up!yuuji a/n: idek! wrote this in an attempt to get inspired and to let everyone know im still alive, kicking, and most importantly, suffering from sukuna brain rot. currently rewatching so this is brought to u by s1e4. masterlist

Your favorite place to be, even after all this time, is Yuuji's arms. His embrace is warm and inviting, and it never fails to put your mind at ease, even with Sukuna in the picture. You've known him for as long as you've known Yuuji, but his snide, snarky comments never deterred your love for his vessel.

Though, after many long months, his commentary became more... unassuming? At least when you were around, anyway. The first time it happened, you'd asked Yuuji if he knew where you left your phone.

"It's on the couch," another voice answered.

You and your boyfriend stared at each other with raised brows before your eyes shifted down to ever abiding mouth on his cheek.

"What?" Sukuna actually grumbled before disappearing.

It's been a while since then. You're resting against Yuuji's chest, his arm snaked around your waist, his breathing deep and steady. Sleep nearly overcomes you, but his chest vibrates with words you're not quite able to make out and it just barely tugs you back to consciousness.

You hum drowsily, your hands grabbing at his sweatshirt in a weak attempt to pull him nearer.

"That's it," he encourages, drawing you impossibly closer.

The small noises you make as you situate yourself have the man exhaling just a little more harshly than before.

"Want me to praise you?" he offers, a sly edge to his voice. It's only then your mind registers that something is... off. This voice is more intense than the one you're used to. "It's obvious you like it when the brat tells you what a good girl you are."

Your eyes snap open, the top of your head nearly colliding with his chin as you pull back from him. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you're unable to help the small gasp that passes your lips as you take in your boyfriend's changed appearance.

"W-What the hell, Sukuna?"

There's a lazy smirk on his face and his hand settles on your hip like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"He's right, you know."

"What are you even on about? It's too late for this shit" you remark, free hand rubbing at your eyelids in an attempt to wake yourself up.

Despite Sukuna never having randomly appeared before, you're not intimidated. Well, not terribly so, even if the man before you is of infamous legend. These days his voice is a constant in your life and that keeps you from registering the possible (probable?) danger of your current situation.

"I was trying to tell you how pretty you are."

"Oh," you squeak out, warmth creeping from your neck toward your cheeks. He chuckles, but you're uncertain whether or not he's teasing you.

His fingers trail up your waist, his touch just barely grazing the skin there before catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Hm, and so sweet too." His thumb extends to brush against your bottom lip.

The contact leaves your stomach swirling with one too many emotions and your hand reaches up to his bicep, as if the action might stop anything else from being said or done.

It doesn't.

He moves his arm from your grasp, but only so that he can wrap his fingers around your wrist. You finally meet his lidded gaze as he brings the inside of your wrist to his lips, peppering a few light kisses there. "So that means you're a very good girl, don't you think?"

His tone is even and low, unfeigned in a way that makes you shudder. The whole situation has you shifting restlessly and averting your gaze.

"Why are you...?" Your voice is barely above a whisper and you're incapable of figuring out a way to describe what was happening at the present moment.

He takes a few seconds before answering, studying how you've pulled your bottom lip between your teeth with a furrowed brow.

His voice quiets to match your own. "Is Yuuji the only one who can concern himself with your happiness?"

You attempt to mask the surprise that threatens your features, but still glance up at him with widened eyes. A momentary silence falls between the two of you and there's an air of suspense to it.

"I never said that."

That must be answer enough, as he tugs you back to his chest once more. You let him envelop you with ease and tangle your legs between his.

"Then stop worrying and go back to sleep, kitten."

#m!writes #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna imagines #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna imagines #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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lorelaiblair · 10 months

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i love the “addamsification of enid sinclair” and “gomezification of wednesday addams” tags on ao3 so much and im here to explain why

being with wednesday doesn’t completely change enid’s personality, she was always capable of being violent and abhorrent, we see a prime example of that when she slashes the school bus when ajax stands her up. she just hides it, an abundant need to be loved and appreciated so she puts on a show of being the kind girl who is a friend to everyone. not that she isn’t also kind and wonderful, just that she forces it sometimes and hides the real rage that she feels.

then wednesday comes along.

she doesn’t care what people think about her and it’s an inspiration to enid, wednesday is mean and cruel yet people love her anyway, enid loves her anyway. enid stops hiding herself, she gets angry and she ruins things and threatens people and being able to stop holding everything in is therapeutic, being able to finally be herself is amazing. she’s happier than she can ever remember being before.

her friends, yoko mostly, make jokes about how wednesday is a bad influence. enid couldn’t disagree more, wednesday gave enid herself. wednesday gave enid the courage and support to be who she really always has been. wednesday is the best thing that has ever happened to her, maybe that means she’s outwardly more violent or rude, it’s better than letting people walk all over her like she had been doing.

and on the plus side,wednesday couldn’t love enid more, yet she finds herself falling in love over and over again.

which brings me to my next point

wednesday has spent her entire life trying not to be like her parents, they’re sentimental and sappy and obsessed with each other. wednesday has been forced to watch it her entire life and it’s always made her want to peel the skin from her own bones. the idea of being dependent on someone like that, being reliant upon someone else who she has no control over is terrifying.

then there is enid.

right away enid respects wednesday’s boundaries, she pushes them just enough so that wednesday is still comfortable, never crossing that line without permission. she sees wednesday for everything that she is, it’s horrible, but she loves wednesday nonetheless. she sees wednesday for her obsessiveness and violence and cruelties and loves her. they fight but enid comes back to make sure wednesday is okay, enid decides that they work together even if wednesday is all of those things, enid loves wednesday despite knowing her better than anyone.

it’s worth it then, isn’t it? for enid. she knows that the colorful girl would never betray her, never hurt her. she knows that her heart will be safe in those clawed hands. she devotes herself, absolutely, to loving enid. wednesday addams loves enid sinclair more than she thought she was capable of loving at all.

enid saved her, literally and figuratively. wednesday is alive because enid has loved her, she will spend the rest of that life making sure enid knows just how much that love is reciprocated.

#wednesday addams #wednesday 2022 #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday is soft for enid #enid x wednesday #wednesday and enid #wednesday netflix #netflix wednesday #enid and wednesday #eniday #wednesday series

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 11 months

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Working Away

Summary: Your boyfriend is away murdering people and calls in the middle of the night to get some help coming down.

Jason Todd x Reader

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Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT, masturbating, phone sex,dirty talk, pet names, implied choking, praise.

AN: two things, 1 Im bored, so take this. 2. I can't keep up with the tag lists and soz.

"Come on babygirl, pick up," Jason paces through the loft of his new safe house. This is the longest he's been away from you since you started dating. He wanted to call you when he landed days ago, but things thinged and he just didn't have time between all the killing and patching himself up. Today was mania, he finally found the head of the group he was looking for and it ended in a slaughter.

Its been a few hours now and he can't seem to come down from this high. His blood is pumping, his cock throbbing in his jeans, fuck he just needs to hear your voice. If that's all he can have for the moment he will take it until he can get back to you.

"Good mornin," you whisper into your phone, your voice still full of sleep, "you ok?"

"I'm alive if that's what you mean."

"Kay, goin back to sleep."

"No, wait. Sugar, can you," he hears the rustle of your blankets as you adjust yourself in bed, "can we just talk for a while?"

"Okay, just let me put ya on speaker."

"Are you comfy?"

"Yeah I am now."

"Got all your pillows?"

"Ah, hmm."

"Are you cold without me?" He asks as he slips his pants off and lounges back on the bed, "or are you wearing my shirt?"

"Yeah, but it's losing your smell," you roll over resting your head on his pillow, the scent of his shampoo still lingering, "what did you want to talk about?"

"You. How pretty you are, how much I wanna kiss you, how I wanna lick every inch of your perfect body and how fucking badly I wanna be inside you."

"Blood-lust, daddy?"

"Yes, Sugar. I need you."

The sleep rushes from your body as your pussy starts to ache, slipping your panties to the side you slide your fingers through yourself. "I miss you, it's not the same when I do it. I can't-'' you shiver when your fingertips graze over your clit, "-can't reach all the places your big hands do."

"Tell me what you want me to do." He spits into his hand once, twice, before sliding it down the inches of his hard cock, "I promise to do it when I get home."

"First I want you to kiss me," your hands grasp at your akin, "like that night in the alleyway."

"Mm.. I remember that night, the way you melted under my hands," he closes his eyes, recalling how your eyes watered when his hand slipped around your neck and he thrust you against that wall, "how pretty you looked under that light. Then I picked you up and had you against the wall."

"Yes, Jay. I want you to pick me up," your hand slips further down your body, "then throw me on the bed."

"I'll rip that shirt off you, " His hand pumps faster on his cock, “and anything else that gets in the way of my lips on your skin.”

"Your marks are fading," your hand holds your throat, "I need new ones, daddy."

"I can't wait to give you more. To mark up that soft skin of yours while my fingers are deep inside that pussy."

"So deep, my nails stabbing into your back." You moan as the picture starts to form in your head, your fingers thrusting inside of you, trying so hard to reach that spot that he always finds straight away.

"You sound so wet, Sugar. Fuck, I need to taste you.” he growls as he cock starts to drip on his hand, “What you to taste all this pre that's dripping down my hand right now."

"I love the taste of you.” your tongue darts out, the phantom taste of him in your lips,” Love feeling it drip down my chin and my throat.”

“Fuck, it stretches that pretty mouth so wide, doesn’t it.”

“Makes me feel so full.”

“My favourite is feeling your teeth graze over me.”

“You love that tiny bit of pain.”

"I do, Sugar. We're perfect together. Fuck, I love you." He groans, "I need to cum, you think you can-"

"Me too. I want you so bad. Need to feel you stretch me out," you pant, your back arching off the bed as your fingers attempt to get deeper, "I can't do it on my own, daddy."

"Yes, you can. I need you too." His hand tightens on his cock, the way your pretty pussy always does when he fucks up into you, "you know I can’t until you do. Now be a good girl," he smiles to himself when he hears your breathing pick up, "press your palm into your clit for me and let all those pretty noises out."

"Jay, fuck. Keep going." you imagine him, sitting in his room right on the edge, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes shut as he imagines you touching yourself. Sweat falling down his hardened brow as he tries to focus while also trying not to cum.

"You're such a good girl, wishing for me. Yes, let them out, fucking h'll. Like music to my ears, sugar."

"I'm getting close, fuck. I ah- I- Jason."

"You wanna cum for me? You wanna come for daddy?"

"Yes, please, pelase, pelase."

"Then do it, I wanna hear all of it."

Your orgasm cascades over you, days of pent up pleasure exploding all over you at once. Your limbs shake and your mind spins and you can hear Jason's pleas all around you.

“Sugar, I need you. Fuck, can you beg-” he moans, his words choppy as he tries to form a coherent sentence, “beg for it.”

“I need it, please,” your voice still hoarse, “I want it.”

“Do you? Not- Ah, fuck me. -more”

“Please cum for me, daddy. I can’t- please please.”

“Yes, Sugar. You want it, you want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please, cover me in it.”

“I- Fuck, I’m gunna- I am- fuck, yes, Sug-ahhh.” he screams and you wish you were really there to drink it all down for him. You lick your lips, listening to Jason's incoherent praise as he comes down.

When he lets out a little sigh and you hear the thud of his back hitting the mattress you ask,. "Jay, when are you coming home?"

"I still got a few more days, Sugar."

"Okay," you roll over, snuggling into his pillow. The smell should be comfortable but at the moment it just makes you feel even more alone.

"You still there?"

"Yeah, I just. I need a bundle."

"I will give you all the cuddles when I get home. I promise."

"You better and that's not all I want."

"Tell me and it's yours."

"Everything you promised. Plus 3 days of uninterrupted Sugar time."

"You know I'd do anything for you."

"I know." You pause, shifting the blankets up and shoving a pillow behind your back, "Jay."

"Yes, baby."

"Can you stay on the line until I fall asleep?"

"Want a lullaby?"

"Yes please."

You start to drift off to the soft hums of a slow song, Jason's low baritone seeping into your dreams and keeping you safe until he returns.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #reader x jason todd #red hood x reader #reader x red hood #x reader #jason todd fanfic #red hood fanfic #red hood #red hood smut #jason todd smut

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factual-fantasy · 1 month

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27 Asks! Thank you!! :DD🦎

@driftwoodmfb

Its simple, Arceus made them! :0 He made Litwicks, Lampents and Chandelures at the same time. The Litwicks ate the Lampent plorts, the Lampents ate the Chandelure plorts, and the Chandelures made more Litwicks! :00 Same goes for every other slime species on the planet.

I actually love your cat so much

I am not familiar with "Six the Musical".. <:0 Sorry!

@quietmakesglark

WAHAHAHGGGG THANKYOU SO MUCH!!!!!😭😭💞💞💞THUIS WAS ALL SOSWEEETT THANTKOYIYUUU!!!💞💞💞🥺🥺💞💞

@glitchhayden (Last ask was in this post)

OHH I see XDDD I kind'a want one-

@abaroo

<XD Yeah, poor Sally.. I was thinking that she doesn't really need to sleep or rest and is always on the go! So early birds like Frank and Howdy are her go to friends. And Julie usually has a fair amount of time and energy to spare for her sister! :))

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY EDDIE AND WALLY!!!! :}}}}}

🥺💞💞💞 AAAAAAA I'm so glad you like him!!! :}}}}}}

(Referencing this post)

There was a time where Wally had a particularly big meltdown/panic attack over Home watching him. In response Barnaby invited Wally to stay at his house for a few days to see if the different environment helped at all.. which it did.

So nowadays whenever Wally gets really stressed, he crashes at Barnaby's house.. Home doesn't like Barnaby because he keeps taking Wally away from it.. 👁️👁️

But thankfully I don't think Home could really hurt Barnaby.. other than maybe opening a door causing him to stub his toe- <XD

@littlelightfish

👀👀

(Referencing this post)

Man, I always miss one spelling error. 😔

Also thank you! I'm glad you like them! :)))

I put "#do not tag as ship" on all my Welcome Home posts. If people start coming at me for it I'll deal with them.. <XD thank you for the concern though! <:)

@milk-powrit (Referencing this post)

:DD Thank you! And hey- its not necessarily to be mean! Home is not not particularly interested in them because they're just normal neighbors <XD Plus they don't come around often sooo...

@tallchest13-blog

That is the most creature I have ever seen!! :000

@burnt-pie-eater

This Christmas comic and this dream comic are good examples! :0 Seeing himself as his human body with puppet colors. Seeing things or people from his human life..

I'm thinking of making it so any bugs Eddie sees look like real bugs. Weird dark roaches and spiders. Which is why he's scared of them.. 👀👀

@caprico54

Yes yes! :DD When Eddie was human, he was a mailman! So his job as a mailman now is the only thing that feels natural and familiar to him... Which is why he's so unnaturally good at it! :00

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Hmm.. I imagine that the pipes and plumbing are apart of Home. But only in the walls. The pipes the come up from the ground and attach to Home are not apart if it.

I'm thinking if you completely tore Home down and rebuilt it somewhere else, it would flicker to life again. If you split the materials of home between 2 houses, I think only one would actually be alive and "home". It would make sense if one part of Home was where its life came from. But I'm not sure what that would be.. Maybe the fireplace is the heart? Monster house style? <XD

I imagine whatever is apart/meant to be apart of Home is its body. A meteor crashing through wouldn't be part of it <XD And any hanging pictures or furniture is not apart if it. The walls are its bones and the paint becomes its skin. If you tore down a wall that wood stops being apart of Homes body the moment it is detached. If you build a new wall, it might take a moment.. but it will eventually become apart of Homes body.

As for the old rotted wood, I imagine that Wally chopped it up and used it for fire wood :0 The new wood that Wally installed in the walls became Homes new body.

<:( You will find someone new someday friend! There's a lot of bees in the hive!

(Referencing this post)

XDD Naahhh its ok, Grim's just nomin. He wont hurt Sylvester! :)

@taco-hyeh (Sent after this post)

Man, if only my mega Grimace comic didn't turn out to be so giant <XD I would have PLENTY of angst for you!

@kitschie

Home right now can be best described as.. curious.. but also somewhat malicious. It watches Wally and Eddie because its curious about them. But it can clearly tell that watching them causes panic attacks and makes them very upset. Yet it doesn't stop. If anything it watches them more intensely when they cry..

When it comes to if they could figure out what it wants.. its hard to say if Home even really wants anything. It just likes to watch and see the Wally react to its stares... that, an the fact that Home probably cant communicate outside of slamming windows and doors-

@calsoutghosthunting

Oh? I've only seen it from 1 artist, is it becoming a trend? :00

I don't know how I feel about it.. I mean its cool! But I might not draw it with my Sona personally <XD Reminds me of this old Journal drawing trend that I did a long while back.. 🤔

@spirited-splashes

AAAA THANK YOU!!! :DDDD I wish you luck in your journey! :)) AND REMEMBER!! The comfort has to be just as healing as the angst is hurting!! :}}}

(Referencing this post)

If you look closely, the hat is actually just Sylvester's ribbons! XDDD

#my response #slime rancher #welcome home

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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Taken!Series Part Five: Perfect - Angel Reyes x Reader

Tagging: @wakeama @witches-unruly-heart @keyweegirlie @trhett21 @annetje @infinity-mars @emily2003alzaga @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @thatonesexycancerian @expir3dl0v3 @appreciatelove @the-wandering-lunatic @weiwei0210 @anime-weeb-4-life @multifandomloversworld @harperdoodle @cheyrenee @fanfic-n-tabulous @stressed-chas @daydreaming-belle @est1887 @prettyinpunk85 @adaydreamaway08 @thanossexual @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @crimeshowjunkie @librarian1002 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @spookyboogyuniverse @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @thebaileybugle @legally-a-bastard @bonsaijoons @sclitvdes @justreblogginfics @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

You survive, barely, but you do.

They let Angel have a couple of minutes with you once they have you settled in the ICU.

The next few hours are critical they tell him, there’s nothing he can do.

He sits beside your bed, his fingers curling around yours. His thumb traces over the veins, he can’t get over how stark they are against your skin. You look so small, so dilapidated. There’s tubes running into your body, he has no idea what any of them do only that they’re keeping you alive.

You’re usually so vivid, so passionate, seeing you like this is a blow, one that’s not sure he’ll recover from.

“Valeria’s safe.” He tells you. “We got her back.”

There’s no response from you, he doesn’t expect one. He doesn’t know if you can hear him, but he hopes you can because that means you’re coming back to him, back to the family you fought for.

“It was bad Lila.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your knuckles. “Our baby girl was wrapped up in bath towels, sleeping in a cardboard box in a fucking shanty town. That’s what you were trying to save her from.”

His eyes are stinging now, he feels the tears spilling over his cheeks as he squeezes your hand.

“She could have died up there.” He says, his voice breaking. “She was crying, dirty, hungry…”

He draws in a shaky breath, using the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that stain his cheeks.

“She needs you Lila, we both do. I can’t… I can’t do this without you.” his voice breaks, a sob erupting from his chest. “I don’t want to do this without you. I need you to get through this so we can be a family again because you’re the mom she needs, the one that was there when…”

He can’t bring himself to say it because the images it conjures in his head are too raw, too visceral. Everytime, he closes his eyes, he’s sees you lying there bleeding out across the laminate.

He thinks of his mother’s ring nestled in the top pocket of his kutte, the one he’d collected from his father a couple of weeks ago. That’s the reason he’s agreed to go out last night, him and EZ were putting their heads together, trying to come up with a proposal that you’d love.

EZ had suggested the rose garden because they all knew how much that place meant to you. Jo and him had put together a plan, they were going to decorate the place with fairy lights, make it magical for the two of you.

Next weekend is when they decided, his Pops would take Valeria for the night. EZ and Jo would set things up while Angel took you out for dinner, your first date since Valeria came along, you’d go for a walk afterwards to the rose garden…

It would have been perfect, he thinks as he watches the rise and fall of your chest. You would have loved it.

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Daylight by Moonlight

Vampire!Nanami x Reader

cw/tw/tags: vampire!nanami, fem!reader, hematophogy (blood drinking), not editied cause im tired

wc: 2295

an: idk what to tag it regarding characters and stuff. should i just put in all the ppl who'll be included eventually or just tag them as they appear? also this is 100% gonna have smut later cause like, vampires are hot. do i tag it smut now or later? help! 😭

Chapter One

He opens his eyes suddenly, a sheen of sweat cooling his exposed skin with his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t need to check the time to know that he’s up before his alarm, the buzzing in the street confirming that much. His bangs lightly poke him in the eyes, fitting around the eyelashes that futilely try to fight against them. With one, heavy sigh he brushes them back, willing his heart to slow down. He eventually sits up and cradles his face in his hands, bringing his knees to his chest to breathe.

Breathe…

Breathe……….

“He’s still breathing!”

“His heart rate’s coming back up! Hey, can you hear me?”

“It’s getting too high, he’s gonna go into shock!”

“Hey buddy, can you hear me? We’re gonna take care of ya, just hang in there!”

His alarm snaps him back into reality, sending a jolt down his spine. The surprise sets his heart aflame again, but this time it’s almost welcomed. Alarms nowadays are a lot more varied, from sing-songy (much like Gojo’s) to industrial ones that are a tad nostalgic. Kento’s personally decided to go for one that imitates birds chirping, a sound he occasionally misses from the mornings that now rings as his lullaby.

He stretches his legs back out and leans over to check the time for sunset. Upon realizing it’s about an hour or so he softly groans to do a full body stretch before rising from the bed. He’s not too keen on doing laundry yet again this week, gathering the sheets to toss into his hamper before stepping into the shower. The water is hot, so hot it just barely burns his skin, but the sting is welcomed. It makes him feel alive.

Small drops cascade over his body, racing each other down the drain. He softly chuckles to himself as he places imaginary bets on ones that glide down his thighs. He eventually dips his head under the stream, hissing slightly at the sting and turning the temperature down just a little to make it more bearable. His shampoo bottle pathetically squirts out just enough for his hair for one wash, and he curses himself for hanging out with Gojo the day (to him at least) prior rather than doing the grocery run he planned.

The sound of the water hitting his skin and the tile fills his ears, drowning him in familiar memories once again.

“I’m so sorry, young man! Are you hurt?”

“You don’t think he’s one of them, do ya?”

“He ain’t got no fangs—”

“Some of’em are sneaky like that! Open yer mouth, boy!”

*ding*

A fourth ding on his phone can almost undoubtedly confirm that it’s none other than the troublemaker himself reaching out. Nanami moves on with his shower and steps out with his towel around his waist. He forces his bangs to lay away from his face to squint at his phone.

Gojo Satoru: <<Nanamiiii!>>

Gojo Satoru: <<Good morningggg (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~>>

Gojo Satoru: <<I can’t stop by tonight but Choso should be there soon!>>

Gojo Satoru: <<Suguru’s letting me spend the day at his place!!! 😋>>

Nanami huffs incredulously. Well that’s sure a surprise. Though a part of him weeps for Gojo’s poor lover. He sends a text of warning back.

<<Don’t try to bite him.>>

A text comes back almost immediately. Nanami can almost hear the saccharinely sweet feigned innocence dripping from the words on screen.

Gojo Satoru: <<Oh whatever do you mean~>>

Nanami doesn’t even have the energy to kiss his teeth the way he wants before moving on, deciding that the message isn’t worthy of a response. He stands in front of the mirror to brush his teeth, bringing out his fangs and being sure to brush around them, only retracting them once he has to shrug his tongue. Once done with a quick and simple face wash and moisturizer he blowdries his hair from soaking to damp, leaving it wet enough to mold later. After doing a pat down with his towel, moisturizing the rest of his body, and getting dressed, he returns to his vanity to finish his hair off, using a gentle pomade and steady fingers.

Though he’s done it more times than he could possibly count, he can’t relax until it’s molded into the perfect shape. As he does so, he notices his eyes slowly taking on a red tint under the caramel. The doorbell ringing almost cues the growling of his stomach and the aching beginning to creep in his bones. He settles for “good enough” and begins to head downstairs, dressed in everything but his shoes.

There stands Choso, a pale but stocky man. Over a lot of time and quite a few half conversations, he’s learned that only one of his parents was a vampire, that parent quickly fucking off and living life who knows where not long after Choso’s conception. Choso inherited a jumble of traits that might as well have been taken out of a mystery bag with one’s eyes closed. He has that stark, pale skin, yet no fangs. He can survive on little blood, human blood stretching much farther for him than most. Though he can walk in the sun, he still has a sun sensitivity that generally keeps him safely tucked away, especially during the summer. Even without that state, he prefers the community of fellow vampires over humans either way. The bags under his eyes are completely separate, as he’s an incurable night owl with an early shift. He also has a brother. He also had more.

“Please come in,” Nanami says uselessly, this becoming a routine for over a decade now. Choso still politely waits for the invitation, however, a mutual commitment to the bit. Nanami’s body is already buzzing with anticipation, every one of his muscles flexing at the sight of the wagon Choso totes behind him. A familiar smell wafts up to his nose, making him grunt.

Choso lets out a half-laugh. “Gojo-san felt generous.”

Nanami notices the way he’s tensing and wills himself to calm down. “H-how many extra?” he chokes out, his fangs already baring without his will.

“Five.”

“Christ—”

“That’s what I said. Worst fucking haul of my life. Took everything in me not to tear into it, and I don’t even drink much.” Choso makes his way through the entrance hall past the first living area, heading to the industrial kitchen on the right. Once inside, he goes straight for the walk-in cooler and begins opening the top of the wagon. He hands one to the Nanami, deciding not to comment on the veins now poking against his temple and the eyes that have fully turned now. He faces the cooler shelves and reorganizes the leftover bags from the week before, moving the labels to keep the dates in order. “Alright, let’s see…”

Nanami greedily takes the bag in his hands, hastily tearing the corner off the packaging made for easy feeding. His body warms immediately, tingling and buzzing as the blood flows through him. It smells sickeningly sweet as it rushes throughout his system, but what else could he expect from Gojo Satoru. With the way he feels, he won’t have to feed for another month or so, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Gojo’s blood is divine and anyone who’s anyone knows that.

Gojo Satoru: The sole remaining descendant of the Original Vampire. And to think he was only half. He contains every trait that any one person (or not) could dream of: his senses enhanced tenfold beyond the strongest vampire anyone could name. His regeneration and strength ridiculously above what should be vampirily possible. His stamina, his speed, his everything. With immunity to the sun and gifted in looks as well, he’s just as much the most annoying being on the planet.

But his blood is heavenly. If Gojo were a con artist he could sell it by the two ounce bottle and ensure that anyone who had a taste could maybe be like him someday! Hell, with the way it feels right now, even Nanami would entertain the thought, even if no more than a brief lapse in judgement. Once his eyes hazily focus again after rolling to the back of his skull, he tries to strike up conversation as Choso does his work.

“Sorry for not doing that, I thought Gojo-san was coming.”

“S’fine, I don’t mind it really. I like this kinda work anyway.” he sighs softly, clasping his hands momentarily as he surveys the bags he has before him. “I wanted to try something, tell me if you like. If not I’ll just go back to the normal stuff.” Choso grabs one bag with an extra label on it right under the date. “This one, aaand, where is it? Oh, these ones over here? I tried curing them. This one is withhh…” he squints at the bag to read the description, “Oh! So this is a Mediterranean vegetable medley. This one over here I put with chorizo, I dunno what I was thinking, but it was kind of a double-process.”

Nanami hums in interest, his eyebrows raising in curiosity.

“And this one, I was actually supposed to deliver a while ago, but forgot. I decided to put some, uh, some yeast and sugar and cinnamon and stuff in it. Kind of like…” he snaps his fingers a few times and scrunches his nose as he tries to search the air for the word that escapes him.

“Apple cider?” Nanami offers.

“That!” he points back, “exactly that! I know you don’t mind the normal stuff, but you’re a chef, you know?”

“Owning a restaurant doesn’t make you a chef, it—”

“It makes you something. Besides, you basically cook for yourself all the time. It’s nice to let vampires do things for you sometimes.”

Nanami sighs to dispel the smile that threatens to tug at his lips. Even if he wasn't told, he and Itadori are brothers without a doubt. “I’ll try them. If I don’t see you next time I’ll be sure to text you my thoughts.”

“My first food review,” Choso chuckles at the joke made almost to himself. His ears perk up when he hears Nanami clear his throat.

“Would like one of Gojo-san’s?”

His eyes widen at the offer. “Oh no! No it’s no worries, he said he owes me for the last minute call so trust me, I have a lot to look forward to.” Choso sighs airily with a smile. “That human’s got him wrapped around his finger, I see.”

“He’s letting him spend the day over for the first time,” Nanami comments, letting Choso pull the wagon out of the walk-in.

“Oh? Suguru’s lucky he’s male or Gojo-san would keep him barefoot and pregnant.”

“Technology is advancing fast nowadays, if he ever turns that’s when he’d really be in trouble,” Nanami half mumbles to himself, pulling a laugh from Choso as they walk to the door.

“That reminds me, do you know if Yuuji works today?” he asks, turning around after leading the wagon out the door.

“Any particular reason why?”

“He’s been dodging my calls and I need to talk to him.”

Nanami’s not one to distribute information on his employees, regardless of familial relation. Unless it’s an emergency, everything is under lock and key, or in these times, safes. Though the information proves quite interesting considering that Itadori’s been especially active on his phone as of late. So much so that Nanami actually has a talk scheduled with him once he comes in.

“It’s not nothing bad or anything, it’s just…” Choso exhales tiredly, scruffing up the back of one of his ponytails. “He’s got this boy toy recently—”

“And he’s human,” Nanami interrupts without really meaning to, letting his thoughts flow right from his lips. Choso nods in confirmation. Nanami mirrors him and says, “He works eleven to seven thirty.”

“Thank you,” comes out almost in a whisper, as if Itatdori himself were standing right there. With a sharp nod and an exchange of departing messages, Nanami closes the door and continues the pack from Gojo. Once he’s done he makes a small breakfast for himself. Though he doesn’t need to, making food and cooking it is fun. He likes the smells, the textures, the flavors. Anyone would say that as much as it is a necessity for some, the act of eating is plain old fun. No wonder his grandad opened all of these restaurants, besides the other reason.

It’s only eight, so the grocery stores should still be open by the time he’s done with the cooking and cleanup. Cleanup being “put everything into the dishwasher and turn on heated dry.” Once he’s done with that, he heads to a nearby store and buys his coveted shampoo, sighing with relief as he picks up the last bottle. He decides not to go back home to drop it off, rather enjoying the warmth of the night. He walks down the sidewalk, already bustling with night owls and those who try to steal some time to themselves after their jobs before inevitably dragging themselves back home to sleep and do it again.

He admires the way the trees decorating the sidewalks have their first signs of buds, soft and delicate to the touch. Sometimes he feels they’re so fragile they may disintegrate right before him. Spring is coming. Spring means summer. And summer means shorter days. He sighs to himself, looking to the stars, awaiting the “Quiet Hour,” when the city turns off its lights to let everyone enjoy their light. To bask in the suns that are too far away to hurt them.

When the clock reaches half past nine, he begins his walk towards work.

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devondespresso · 1 month

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🌸Writing Patterns🌸

tagged by @hbyrde36 and @penny00dreadful thanks guys!! 💕💖💞 I only have 8 unique fics posted so far, one of which I've kinda let get buried because I've been meaning to change the ending (for long enough that I've forgotten specifically what i hated so much about it lol)

<< dividers by @/thecutestgrotto >>

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

🌸 Restless (Eds, Go to Fucking Sleep): The small bed shook again, the third time in the past minute. Few minutes. Steve had no fucking idea.

🌸 Sweet and Spicy: Steve was going to die.

🌸 Chicken Noodle Oops: Steve nearly missed the trilling doorbell, covered by the echo of own damn coughing.

🌸 Since We're Alive Now: Chrissy walked towards the hospital doors with her pink pocketbook in one hand and the black guitar case in the other.

🌸 Mr Crayola Henderson: Steve went to duck inside the house, holding the door open for Aunt Tracy on her way back out into the backyard where the majority of the gathering was taking place.

🌸 I Can Only Hope Now: Claudia Edine Henderson never wanted to get married. Not really.

🌸 My Sunshine: Steve is 8 years old again.

🌸 Never Again: Her heart was racing, her mind tuned into every touch and feeling, electric excitement buzzing in her skin at the soft kiss they shared by her bed.

I usually don't put a lottt of thought into First Lines in the perfect hook "grab-your-audience-by-the-collar-and-dont-let-go" kinda way, so its interesting to look at them all together!! (tho im a littleeee afraid of them being lackluster put together like this)

i do know i try to include character names somewhere in the first paragraph, and seven to one isn't bad! i think its also so funny that six of the eight first lines start with the pov character's name.

I also seem to default to long lines unless I'm going for something specific, like how My Sunshine's first line is very theme-heavy and mirrors the last line, and Sweet and Spicy's first statement is supposed to be comically misleading.

tagging (no pressure ofc 💕): @marvel-ous-m @sourw0lfs @pearynice @puppy-steve @kikidoesfanfic

@queenie-ofthe-void @carolperkinsexgirlfriend @eriquin @hairstevington @hotluncheddie

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And anyone else that wants to join!!

#tag game #devon's writing rambles #fic writing #devon thinks sometimes

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creatingblackcharacters · 6 months

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Hello!!

First, I wanted to say thanks for all the work you do, you can tell you put a lot of effort and care into it!

Second, I wanted to ask if you had any possible advice for creating black zombie characters?

I really love zombies and enjoy making zombie characters and drawing zombies. Though, I draw quite cartoonishly and when I draw them I tend to make them that cartoony shade of zombie green as well, y'know? I was wondering if you knew how I would go about this- like if I ought to maybe make the skin more on the grey-ish side(since you mentioned that grey-ish skintone bases make the characters look ashen/less-alive recently) Or perhaps sticking with a similar shade of green, but making sure to include more defining black features? I'm mostly looking for tips about appearance, but I'm happy to get any advice you're able to give!

I hardly ever see black zombies in art(I see them in movies/shows and games occasionally, but never really in art!) and I wanna help change that, if I can. Im sorry if this is a bit clumsily worded- I hope you know I do not mean this ask in a rude or disrespectful way(due to the subject matter of (un)dead characters)! I just really love zombies!!

(also I thought the mini-mini lesson about clowns was very interesting and helpful, thanks for writing it!)

ngl, getting this ask at 10 something pm last night was WILD bc I swore I turned anons off lmao.

Thank you!

Um, this really is in the same zone as the sickness question. We'd still look like Black people, but dead lmao. In varying stages of decay too, if you're discussing zombies. My partner suggested watching some clips from The Walking Dead and try to spot Black zombies amongst the extras, so there's an idea!

If you're going with the cartoony idea of making them green skinned, as long as I can tell they were Black when they were alive (unless they're damn near a skeleton) I don't see the issue. If you make everyone that's a zombie green, it'll just match the style. So that's easy enough.

But if you're going for an actual decaying look, I think it would be worth looking into stages of decay on bodies as a whole. What types of injuries do they have and how did that affect them as zombies? (For example, if a Black person got a deep cut prezombie, that cut would be healed either brown or pink depending on depth, versus a post zombie cut would just be... Bloody. Probably not bruising either bc there's no healing going on. But I'm not a doctor, so don't quote me on that. The book I tagged would likely help you, too!)

In my grad program I once saw the recently dead body of a Black lady, and what disturbed me wasn't that she "looked" dead, but that she didn't. Other than her eyes being far gone... She looked the same.

Now, this (and the sickness one too!) also ties into undertones. When we die, the blood leaves our bodies and pools wherever the gravity is. So if we're in a burial position, or we've been drained of blood, the blood will leave your face. Now, on black people, that means our undertone will be pallid. It's the way Black people "blanch"; like we as a WHOLE don't turn pale, but our undertone will change bc it's physiological. (Now, based on our complexion, it's easier to see that on some more than on others!)

Hm....that's all I can think of for right now. If anyone else has any ideas, feel free to chime in!

#creatingblackcharacters

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camp-queer-and-there · 2 months

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lucille my old hag can you hit that

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i mean.. i kind of ocd😁 you mean OBESity stop doing the golden freddy pose youre scaring the kids when a client wants to trauma dump first session when i dont have enough diamonds on episode so now i gotta shit in the school hallway in front of my crush phone and youtube video lobster activity someone shot trump in the ear he wouldnt have missed goku drip well my mother always said the best flowers get picked first dudes been waiting for his mcflurry since 1786 ladies ladies one at a time please😍 rio de janeiro the oppblock hazbin hotel boy rejoice creepy autism simulator my scary silent hill whos ivan mac n cheeks freak island home sweet home.. blud always looking at sum😭😭😭when face id acting up so you gotta LOCK IN fuck im washed WAIT IM GOATED why the mob isnt a fucking aesthetic: a thread this where the magic happens👅 style griddy👀

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rubyreduji · 1 year

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eat your young | the after pt 1

tags: hunger games!au, fake dating, angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of weight loss, limb loss, mentions of death and slight gore, survior's guilt, ptsd, they're being idiots again [pls tell me if i missed anything]

wc: 6.5k

an: FINALLY IM BACK BAYBEE HEHE ahh okay getting in the after stuff hehe wooo

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When Jihoon wakes up, he’s surrounded by pure white. It hurts his eyes.

The room consists of four large walls, a bed, and no doors. Jihoon looks around confused.

He glances down at his body. He’s hooked up to a few tubes and machines but other than that he’s completely naked under the blankets. His skin is clean any dirt or blood and all of his minor imperfections have been healed. He would almost believe the whole game a bad dream if it wasn’t for the large healing scar over his stomach.

The last thing he remembers is being put in the hovercraft and being separated from you. He screamed and screamed as they took you away and suddenly he was being injected with something and passing out.

Jihoon jumps a bit when part of the wall opens up and an Avox walks in. He keeps his head down as he places a tray on Jihoon’s lap and puts Jihoon’s bed in a sitting position. Jihoon wants to question him about everything, but he keeps his mouth shut. The boy leaves and Jihoon stares down at the food in his lap.

It’s not much food. The sponsors honestly have you and him better meals in the arena, but he’s sure it’s another trick of the Capitol for some reason or other. He eats what was given to him before sitting back again.

Finally with a peace of mind he starts to think and it makes his stomach turn.

God, are you even alive?

Both of your legs were damaged and you were barely hanging on when the hovercraft came to pick you two up. There’s no way the Capitol would let you die after proclaiming you a victor. They would resuscitate you a million times before they would tell the country you died after leaving the arena. At least Jihoon hopes.

That’s how Jihoon’s next few days go. He sleeps, he eats, and he thinks. He thinks about you and going home and how things will go after he leaves this room.

Then finally the day comes when Jihoon is released from his bed. Sitting at the edge of his bed is a completely clean set of the arena uniform. Jihoon glares at it in disdain but still puts it on so he isn’t naked anymore. As he’s getting dressed, he notices the large scar on his stomach has already almost faded.

Right, Capitol technology. He has to be perfect now that he’s a victor.

The clothes burn against Jihoon’s skin and he’s already itching to get out of it when the door to his room opens. When Jihoon steps out of his room he’s greeted with a large empty hallway. Are you going to be stepping out of your room as well?

“Y/N?”

“Jihoon!” Jihoon turns at his voice, hoping to see you, but instead he’s greeted by Jennie, Junhui, and Soonyoung standing in a chamber at the end of the hall. It’s not you, but the sight still makes him take off in a mad dash.

“Jihoonie!” Jihoon launches himself into Soonyoung’s arms and he clings to the older boy as Soonyoung cries into his hair, petting the back of his head. “You did it Hoonie. I knew you could.” It takes another minute or two before the pair of best friends let each other go. Jihoon gives a small hug to Junhui and even allows Jennie to pat his back.

“Wh-where’s Y/N? They’re okay right? I-”

“The Capitol wants a live reunion at the ceremony,” Jennie tells you and Jihoon finally feels like he can breathe properly for the first time since waking up. You’re okay. You and Jihoon are both alive and okay and going home, together.

“Junhui is going to get you ready, but we’ll see you later, okay?” Soonyoung says and Jihoon nods. Soonyoung squeezes his shoulder one last time before Junhui leads Jihoon away.

Jihoon is swept into a whirlwind of being bombarded by his prep team and then being bed and then being thrown into the fitting room with Junhui.

Jihoon is stripped down to just his underwear and he stares at himself in the mirror. He’s gotten skinny. Skinnier than he already was. His face has lost some of his baby fat, but that’s only due to not eating enough. His hair is longer than when he went into the arena and his skin is tanner too.

Junhui comes whisking into the room, holding a dusty green shirt and a pair of brown pants. Like a tree. Jihoon doesn’t care that much though, he’s too focused on seeing you in just a couple hours.

“Jihoon-ah,” Junhui whispers as he puts the finishing touches on the outfit. His lips are right by Jihoon’s ear. “Remember to stay safe.”

The words puzzle Jihoon for a second. Stay safe? He just got out of all of the danger.

It isn’t until he’s walking with Junhui to the stage when he realizes what his stylist really means. He just tried to kill himself in front of the whole country. The President cannot be happy with you or Jihoon. You two may have won the games, but that doesn’t mean you two aren’t still playing.

Jihoon waits anxiously under the stage alone, his team already having rose to the stage for their introductions. There’s a wall splitting the underneath area in half and Jihoon assumes you’re on the other side. He has half the mind to break the wall down right now just to see you.

Jihoon doesn’t have to though because suddenly his plate is rising up on to the stage. It reminds Jihoon of the plates rising into the arena. He guesses it’s not that different.

The crowd is deafening as they roar for you and Jihoon. Jihoon looks to the side and there you are, right in his line of sight.

You look different. Your skin is clean and your hair is styled and you don’t look like you’re five seconds away from death for once. You look beautiful, but you don’t look like you. Even back home it was rare for you skin to not have some kind of dirt on it from working in the woods all day and all of your hard earned scars have been erased from your body and it makes Jihoon a bit mad.

Jihoon can’t focus on those thoughts though because you’re looking over at him and your eyes meet with his and both you and Jihoon move at the same time and it doesn’t take more than a second for you two to be in each other’s arms.

Your lips find Jihoon’s easily and the world around him falls away. Your fingers dig into Jihoon’s checks as you hold him against you like if you let go, he’ll disappear. Not that Jihoon has any plans of doing that. It isn’t until Boo Seungkwan clears his throat and all but pries you two apart that Jihoon remembers what’s happening around him.

Seungkwan ushers you and Jihoon over to the loveseat set out for you two. Jihoon gets a good look at you now. Your outfit is also glaringly plain, but Jihoon supposes that’s not a bad thing in a situation like this. Paired with your outfit is a silver stick that Jihoon can recognize as a walking stick. No matter how amazing Capitol technology is, they still couldn’t fully fix your leg.

You sit down first, but once Jihoon sits you don’t hesitate to cuddle into his side. It’s comfortable and familiar after spending three weeks curled into each other’s sides. Jihoon feels himself relax, just a bit, at your touch. Just knowing you’re here with Jihoon makes him feel worlds better than if you weren’t.

Seungkwan makes a few comments before the stage lights go dark and a screen lights up. The three hour recap video starts up and Jihoon’s hand finds yours.

Periodically he can feel you tense up and he squeezes your hand. You do the same for him. Grounding each other, just like you did that first day on the chariot.

The story line being told this year focuses heavily on you and Jihoon’s romance. Jihoon doesn’t know how he feels about having to watch multiple clips of you and him cuddling and holding hands and even kissing with the full five minute clip of your first clip being played. Jihoon cringes through the whole thing.

Despite the focus on the romance, it doesn’t take away from the clips being shown of all of the deaths. It’s sick and seeing it on the screen makes Jihoon’s stomach turn.

The Capitol must think they’re funny because they even devote a chunk of time to highlight the relationship between you and Hansol. Jihoon feels your tears drip onto his arm and all he can do is squeeze your hand tighter.

At some point Jihoon finds himself not watching the video anymore, just staring at you. He wants to comfort you, but he can’t, not here, not now. He just opts to pull you closer into him.

The video ends with the clip of Jihoon just being put onto the hovercraft, screaming about you being taken from him.

After the video ends you and Jihoon both rise to greet the President who presents you both with the crown. There’s a sinister look on his face and it leaves a bad taste in Jihoon’s mouth. Jihoon can tell you sense it too by the way you don’t let up your grip on his hand.

The banquet ensues afterwards and it’s a blur to Jihoon the whole time. The only thing he can remember even happening is your arms around each other the whole time. Finally, when the sun is just starting to appear, you guys are allowed to go back to your floor in the Training Center.

Jihoon is exhausted but he knows he’ll have to be up soon to do the post games interview. Jihoon stumbles into his room and falls onto his bed. He frowns. It’s too big and it’s too cold without you.

When Jihoon gets up to go and find you though, his door is locked. It shouldn’t surprise him as much as it does. The Capitol controls everything, including this. Jihoon sighs and moves back to his bed as he lays down. It seems like he’s not going to be getting any sleep at all tonight.

Junhui comes and gets him to get ready for the interview. This time he puts Jihoon in a beautiful blue suit that fits him like a glove. When Jihoon looks in the mirror he doesn’t think he’s ever looked so regal before.

Jihoon is brought to the room where the interview is taking place. He’s arrived before you and Boo Seungkwan is sitting in a seat. He stands when he sees Jihoon enter.

“Lee Jihoon! Great to see you again.” He shakes Jihoon’s hand eagerly and Jihoon nods politely. Thankfully you walk in right then so Jihoon can remove himself from the awkward interaction.

Jihoon’s breath is taken away when he sees you. You look stunning. You’re in a sleek, silver outfit that Jihoon can’t describe as anything over than “sharp”. It takes him only a few seconds to realize it’s modelled after the blade of an axe. Your cane is still in your hand and when you move your hem lifts a bit to reveal shiny metal under the fabric.

Your leg has been replaced with a new one. A prosthetic.

The idea makes Jihoon’s mouth go dry. They couldn’t save your leg at all.

Jihoon can’t say anything to you though as the cameras are counting down to start rolling and you get cozy next to Jihoon on the love seat.

“Hello Panem!” Seungkwan says when the cameras start. “Welcome to our Post Hunger Games Interview with this year’s winners, Lee Jihoon and L/N Y/N, from District 7.” Jihoon waves awkwardly at the camera and you do the same. “Well, first thing to address, you two look lovely. The amazing work of Xu Minghao and Wen Junhui! Care to tell us more about it?”

“Ever since I was born I’ve been using an axe, and it’s one of the fundamental things that got me through the arena, so today Minghao wanted to honor that,” you say. “It shows that I’m more than just someone who uses an axe. The axe is an extension of my person as whole.”

“Well, that’s beautiful. Minghao did an amazing job at conveying that. And you Jihoon, tell us about this look.”

Jihoon’s mouth opens but he doesn’t have any words come out. What does he even say?

“He’s a songbird,” you say.

Oh. Jihoon didn’t know that. He guesses the blue color makes sense now.

Jihoon can work with this. “In the same way that swinging an axe is so fundamental to Y/N as a person, that’s me with singing.”

“Ah yeah, a songbird, I can see that now. Songbird, that’s what Y/N calls you, is it not?”

“It is,” Jihoon confirms.

“That is quite adorable. Tell us more about you two and your love story. You told us that you two were only dating for a short while before going into the arena, but it seems your bond has grown even more since then with even experiencing your first kiss while in the games.”

The romance. The thing that drove the whole games this year, including the joint win. It’s crucial you two don’t mess this up.

“I think I’ve been secretly in love with Jihoon ever since I first heard him sing,” you tell Seungkwan. “It was during a choir performance the school was putting on and Jihoon has a solo and I never really noticed him before, but in that moment, he grabbed my attention and never let it go. It’s the most beautiful thing you could hear in the world.”

Jihoon stares at you. Is that true? It sounds too real to be fake, but you’ve proven before you’re good at thinking on the spot.

“I didn’t actually admit my feelings for him until he approached me though, I think I was too scared to confirm I had feelings for him incase he didn’t like me back.”

“Y/N is kind of a celebrity in District 7,” Jihoon jumps in and you scoff and shove him a bit. “Everyone knows them and they are very well loved. I was always a bit afraid of approaching them, so when I finally did, I wasn’t expecting them to respond so positively. I think our fate was sealed then.” You lean in and press a kiss to Jihoon’s temple.

“My, my, you two are cute. What is the plan for you two now that you’ve both been named victors. I know Y/N, you didn’t have plans on winning so what does the future hold for you?”

“I think I’m going to spend my time loving Jihoon.” You squeeze his hand. “We have so much time now.”

“I’m taking Y/N and putting them somewhere safe,” Jihoon says, and he means it. “No more injuries anymore. You’ve had enough for one lifetime.”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re sporting a new leg these days aren’t you Y/N?” Seungkwan asks like it’s been months since you got your leg and not a couple days ago.

“Yes I am. It’s been taking me a while to get used to, but the Capitol is a remarkable place that can do remarkable things,” you say and Jihoon just knows you’re trying not to throw up in your mouth.

“Now, I have to ask. You two were very emotional at the end. Jihoon, what was going through your mind?”

Fuck. Jihoon was hoping to avoid this topic, but of course they can’t. Jihoon has to put on the show of a lifetime if he wants to save your asses.

“I was thinking that I can’t live without them. We promised each other that we would leave together, and I couldn’t bear the thought of doing anything but that. In the arena I realized that I’m in love with them, and they mean the world to me. It was such an emotional moment that my only thought was that I need them, and if I couldn’t have them, there was no reason to live.”

The words flow easily for Jihoon, as there’s a hidden truth to each of them. He really wasn’t thinking in that moment. He didn’t expect them to announce them both as winners, he just knew he couldn’t leave without you.

Boo Seungkwan coos at Jihoon’s word and he signs off the broadcast, but not before it catches Jihoon pressing a kiss to your lips. When it’s all over you and Jihoon both take a breath and say goodbye to Seungkwan before being escorted back to your rooms. The interview brings the whole month of the games to an end. You and Jihoon can go home now.

“Y/N?” You look up to see Soonyoung standing in the doorway of your compartment on the train. The train took off just a little bit ago and you’ve just finished changing out of your Capitol garb and into something more comfortable.

“Soonyoung?”

Soonyoung steps further into the room. He walks all the way up to you and pulls you into a hug. You allow him to, burying your face into his neck. The hug is the second most comforting thing you’ve felt in the past month (the first being Jihoon’s hand presses against yours).

When he pulls away you want to pull him back in, but refrain from doing so.

“Thank you,” Soonyoung whispers.

You chuckle. “I think Jihoon saved me more times than I saved him.”

“He wouldn’t have been alive to save you if you didn’t have him first. I’m not talking about Jihoon though. Thank you for staying alive yourself.”

“Oh.” That’s not what you were expecting.

You don’t know how else to respond so you just follow Soonyoung into the dining room for dinner. Jihoon is sitting there and you slide into your spot next to him. You two may have developed some separation anxiety, but it doesn’t bother you at all. You like knowing Jihoon is close to you and safe.

That’s why you don’t bat an eye when Jihoon follows you back to your room after dinner. You��re actually glad he does. You know it’s going to be difficult to fall asleep at night without him by your side, but soon you two will be moving into your own houses in Victor’s Village and will sleep in separate beds. That’s why you want to make the most of it while you can still sleep tangled up together.

You and Jihoon both seem to breathe easier now that you two can finally lay down and rest, out of the public eye.

Your eyelids feel heavy as you sink further into the bed. It’s been a long month and all you want to do is go home and see your family and be left alone. You know it won’t be that easy, but you can at least dream.

It doesn’t take long for Jihoon to fall asleep in your embrace and you pet his hair lightly. What’s going to happen between you two? You two haven’t talked about it yet and you’re not sure what’s the best way to approach it.

Once you get back to District 7 you two can cut back on some of the obvious affection, but you’ll still have to keep up with it a bit due to the Capitol’s watchful eye. That’s not the issue though. The issue is that you don’t want it to end.

You don’t know how Jihoon feels though, and that’s the scariest part. Was this all an act for him? Does he actually like you back? Should you ask him out?

You feel ridiculous worrying over this. You just survived the Hunger Games and the Capitol is going to do everything in it’s power to get it’s revenge for what you and Jihoon pulled, but your mind is only plagued with your thoughts of Jihoon.

You’re still awake, pondering all the questions in your mind, when Jihoon starts to thrash in his sleep. He’s muttering something unintelligible. You’re not sure what to do. You’re still confused on what to do when Jihoon wakes with a gasp.

“Ji?”

Jihoon sits up and looks around wildly, his chest heaving. It isn’t until he lays his eyes on you that he finally relaxes a bit, but it’s clear he’s still shaken up.

“S-sorry,” he mutters, laying back down on the bed. His hands find your body under the sheets and he pulls you closer to him. You allow him to bury his face on your chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. Are you okay?”

“Just a nightmare,” Jihoon mutters. “About losing you. I’m okay now, though. Now that I know you’re safe.” Jihoon picks his head up so he can look at your face.

You haven’t slept since you were in the recovery room where they knocked you out to go to sleep, so you haven’t had to experience any nightmares yet. You’re scared that they’ll start once you finally do go to sleep.

“I’m safe, we’re safe,” you tell him. You cup his face and rub your thumb over his cheek.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Uh, no. I wasn’t asleep,” you admit. You want to bring up why you weren’t asleep, you want to ask him about you two, but you don’t. The words close up in your throat and you can’t get them out.

Jihoon doesn’t say anything else. He just cuddles back up to you and you two lay there, holding each other, clinging on to whatever this is between you two. You don’t sleep that night. Maybe that’s a good thing.

When the train pulls into the District 7 train station the next day, it’s packed. You expected a good turn out, but nothing like this. Especially when District 7 just had a winner two years ago with Soonyoung. You guess this is quite literally a once in a lifetime situation.

Peacekeepers stand on the sidelines, ready to take control of the situation if they see fit. The crowd is packed together and everyone starts to cheer when the train doors slide open to reveal you and Jihoon standing there.

You were clinging to Jihoon’s arm, but you let go and stumble towards the three familiar figures as soon as you set your eyes on them. You fall into your dad’s arms, tears already streaming down your face as he scoops you up. When he lets you go you pull your sister in a hug, kissing her forehead as you do. She’s crying as well. It takes her longer to let you go but when she does you turn to the final person waiting to greet you.

“Shua,” you sob out as he pulls you close. Your fingers grip the back of his shirt in your hands and you cry into his shoulder. His hug is fierce and you want to meld your body to his forever but you eventually have to let go.

Before Joshua pulls away totally, he leans in to whisper in your ear, “You better tell me all about Lee Jihoon later.” You choke a bit but nod.

Speaking of, you search the crowd for where Jihoon went. You catch sight of him on the other side of the train platform, talking to his parents and Beomju. Jihoon looks over at you right at that moment and you shoot him a smile and he smiles back, his eyes softening.

You take a moment to just stare at him. A month ago you two stood on the stage of the Justice Building, shaking hands, ready for one or both of you to die. Jihoon looked different back then. His hair has grown out and his skin has gotten more hardened. Rather than the soft, doughy boy he used to be, he’s now tanned and starting to grow some muscle. You remember the intimidated look he gave you when you two shook hands, and now he stands a few feet in front of you, with soft eyes and a fond smile.

You want him to smile at you like that all the time.

Before you can stare at Jihoon anymore, you’re being bombarded by the masses; people talking to you, cameras shoved in your face, people crying. The rest of the day goes by in a blur and you’re not able to fully recuperate until you’re resting on the couch in your (new) living room.

The week spent between your victory and your home coming, your father and sister moved all of your family’s (very little) belongings into your new house in Victory Village. Your house is right next to Jihoon’s, but you’ve yet to see the boy since the train platform.

The new house is…nice. It’s big. It almost reminds you of the Capitol, but it has a homey District 7 feel to it. It’s strange to have multiple rooms to inhabit. You are used to being in close proximity to your father and sister, but now you can all sit in your own rooms and do your own things.

Right now, you’re not alone though, because Joshua sits across from you, on a separate couch. You don’t know what kind of house needs more than one couch, but you guess that’s how rich people live.

“You look…thinner,” Joshua says. His eyebrows are furrowed as his eyes trail up your figure.

You snort. “I mean, I definitely wasn’t gaining weight in the arena.”

“No…I guess not,” Joshua mutters. You can tell he doesn’t know what to say to you. You’re not sure you would know what to say if the roles were reversed, so you don’t blame him.

You decide to put him out of his misery and start a conversation. “So…Jihoon.”

Joshua perks up a bit at this. “Right. You weren’t going to tell me that your little crush is now your boyfriend?”

“Oh please,” you laugh a bit, ignoring Joshua’s dig about your previous maybe-crush on Jihoon. “I would have told you if I knew.”

“So I’m guess that was all Jihoon’s idea?”

“Yes. A very smart one though.”

“The people love you. I bet it won some Jihoon some brownie points around here too.” You cock your head at Joshua, a bit confused at his words. “The town outcast now in love with the town heartthrob? The people around here love you, if you think Jihoon is fit enough to dating, they’ll respect him as well.”

You…never really thought of that. Huh.

“So, what now? Do you two have to keep fake dating or is there some big public break up planned?” Joshua asks. That’s…also something you haven’t thought about.

You don’t want to break up with Jihoon though. You don’t want to keep faking it either. What you want is the real thing. You want to call Jihoon yours. You’ve yet to tell anyone that though. You suppose now is your best chance though.

You stare at your best friend staring at you expectantly and you take a deep breath.

“I think I love him,” you tell Joshua.

“Oh?” One thing about you and Joshua is that he has always been able to tell when you’re lying or telling the truth, even without you having to tell him. He has to know you’re not lying right now.

“I know, it’s crazy, but…there’s just something about him that makes him perfect to me. For me.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Always.

“Of what?” Is what you say instead.

“That this is just some kind of trauma bonding thing. You two just went through a very physically and emotionally demanding situation and you were all each other had for a month. Are you sure you’re not just trying to hold on to something that was once comforting to you?”

Josh’s words hurt more than you expect them to. “No, no, it’s not like that. Being with him is a whole different thing in itself. C’mon Josh, you know I’ve always been a bit…infatuated with him.” You hate using that word, but that’s how Joshua would always describe it when he caught you staring at Jihoon for prolonged periods.

“I know, I just, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I won’t, I promise. I can handle my own.”

“Oh, of course, I don’t worry about that. That I know,” Joshua chuckles a bit. “I just don’t want you suffering anymore than you already have. You’re my best friend and I want to protect you. You’ve fought so hard and-” Joshua chokes on his own words, and you can finally see the hurt on his face. His eyes are starting to water and he has to look away so he can wipe his tears.

You knew this had to of been hard on Joshua, but you don’t think you ever realized the actual emotional turmoil he must have gone through. You two are best friends, closer to each other than anyone else. Of course watching you fight to live everyday must have been hard, especially when you declared you weren’t going to make it to the end anyway.

Without saying more you stand up and move across the room to sit down next to Joshua, pulling him into your arms. You’ve never been one to show too much physical affection to your loved ones, but maybe spending so much time holding Jihoon has changed your opinion on it.

“I missed you so much,” Joshua sobs into your shoulder. “And I was so scared. I know you’re all big and strong, but you’re still my best friend and I wanted nothing more than to just through the screen and come and save you. To put myself in your place.”

“Shua…”

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you. I can’t even explain how much you mean to me and if you didn’t come home? I don’t think I would have been able to take it.” The pain in his voice stabs knives into his heart and you hug Joshua harder, burying your face in his hair.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter. “I’m so fucking sorry. I thought of you every day. Every damn day, you were on my mind. I promise I won’t ever leave again.”

“Good, because I won’t let you go,” Joshua tells you.

You don’t know how long you and Joshua spend there, holding each other on the couch, but you don’t really care, just happy to be back in the safety of your best friend’s comfort.

The next time Jihoon sees you after being whisked away at the train platform is later that night, at the district wide celebration of your home coming. It’s not much, just a small potluck and some drinks, but Jihoon appreciates the effort nonetheless.

When Jihoon sees you you’re dressed in a pair of work boots, nice slacks, and a plain long sleeve shirt. You look a lot more like the old you. You make eye contact with Jihoon and your face softens. Jihoon meets you halfway and you’re quick to slip your hand into his. The gesture is familiar and Jihoon squeezes your hand tight.

“Hey neighbor,” you say teasingly and Jihoon chuckles slightly.

“You’re demoting me from boyfriend to neighbor?” Jihoon asks, without much thinking. Neither of you have really talked about your situation, aka the fake(?) dating. Maybe it’s because if you two don’t talk about it, it won’t have to end.

“You can’t be both?” You ask him with a grin and Jihoon flushes.

“I- have you ate yet?” Jihoon changes the subject and you shake your head.

“I just got here a couple minutes ago. You?”

Jihoon also shakes his head and you two head over to where a large display of foods has been laid out by various district citizens. You and Jihoon both grab some food and move to sit a table that’s been set out as well.

Several people fill up the town square, mingling and enjoying the happy energy of the day. A large bonfire has been started and Jihoon can see your dad helping tend to it. Jihoon doesn’t know much about your family, other than the passing of your mother and the fact that your father works as a lumberjack like you. Jihoon pulls his eyes away to look at you, only to find you already staring at him.

“Are you settling into your new house, okay?” He asks you.

You nod. “Yes. It’s nice, just very large. I didn’t know that a house could have that many rooms, at least not in the districts. I’m sure that my sister will find a way to decorate it nicely for us, though.”

The rest of the night is spent the same, glued to your side. At some point you and Jihoon get up and mingle with everyone, and you even introduce Jihoon to your father. The man is intimidating, just like you, as he sizes Jihoon up and down. It isn’t until you smack your father with your cane that he breaks and a smile spreads on his face. He thanks Jihoon for taking care of you in the arena before ruffling your hair and turning to go back to tending the fire. You roll your eyes but there’s a soft grin on your face as well.

When the night ends you and Jihoon walk back to Victor’s Village together, hands still clamped together between you two. You two stop outside of your house and Jihoon realizes he doesn’t want to let you go. He has to though, so he release your hand, but not before pressing a kiss to it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” You ask Jihoon and he’s surprised for a moment before nodding.

“Of course.”

The smile that spreads across your lips makes Jihoon heart warm and it makes him feel better about letting you enter your house. He makes the (short) trip over to his own house and walks in. His parents are already in bed as he climbs the stairs to his new room.

His motions are slow as he gets ready for bed, not ready to lay down and close his eyes. He tries to not think about the horrors that wait for him in the dark. He can feel his eyes start to droop from tiredness though and he submits to his body, finally climbing into bed. He doesn’t turn the lights off though, opting to sleep with the lights on instead.

He lays in bed and stares at the ceiling until he can’t hold his eyes open any longer, finally slipping into sleep.

“Jihoon! Jihoon!” The scream is piercing as Jihoon whips his body around, searching and searching. Plants whip at his body as he runs through the jungle, trying to find you. Your screaming continues, hurting Jihoon’s ears and heart.

No matter how far he runs, he can’t find you. Your voice sounds so close though. Where are you? Jihoon keeps running, trying so desperately to find you. It isn’t until the screaming stops that Jihoon stops running as well. No, no, why did the screaming stop.

He stumbles a few more steps until he feels his foot hit something. When he looks down, he nearly throws up. Laying at his feet is your body. Your eyes stare up at him, but there’s not life left in them. Your whole body is mangled, blood and broken and ripped apart.

“N-no, please, no,” Jihoon mutters. His throat is closing up and he can’t scream despite wanting to. “Y/N…no.”

He falls to the ground, his hands shaking as he reaches out to touch your face.

“You couldn’t save them.” The voice makes Jihoon’s head whip up. He blinks as he stares at the figure of Hansol. Sweet little Hansol with his round baby face and tears in his eyes. “You let them die! Just like you let everyone else die. Just like you’re going to let me die.”

“N-no.” Jihoon reaches out, trying to touch Hansol, but he’s just too far away. “I- I don’t want anyone to die. I-”

“Shut up,” Hansol spits. The sadness in his face is replaces with fury. “You’re so selfish Jihoon. I hate you. I hate you and so does Y/N and so does Seokmin and Wonwoo and everyone else. Why does everyone else have to die just so you can live?”

“Hansol please,” Jihoon begs. Tears start to grow in his own eyes. “I-”

Before Jihoon can even get his next word out, a spear flies through the air and hits Hansol right in the heart. The boy chokes before falling to the ground. Jihoon screams, barely registering the spear sticking out of the boy’s body as his own.

Jihoon’s body shoots up. There’s sweat running down his face and tears in his eyes. His heart clenches in his chest and he can’t stop the tears from flowing down his face. His body shakes as he tries to erase the dream from his mind. As hard as he tries though, he can’t get rid of the sight of your dead body on the ground or the screams of Hansol ringing in his ears.

Jihoon throws the covers off his body and climbs out of bed, taking shaky steps all the way downstairs. He pours himself a glass of water but it’s still not enough. Without thinking much, he leaves out the front door, his body making its way to your door before he can really realize what he’s doing.

Before he can even knock on the door though, it’s being opened. You stand on the other side, a bit stunned at the night of the boy standing in front of you.

“J-jihoon,” you breath out.

“I- hi. I’m sorry I just-”

“Couldn’t sleep?” You ask and Jihoon nods. “Yeah…me too. I haven’t slept in a couple days, and the nightmares were…worse than expected.” There are dark bags under your eyes and Jihoon reaches up to cup your face. You nuzzle your cheek further into his touch.

“I dreamt that you died,” Jihoon mutters. “I was so scared. I just had to check that…that you’re still here.”

“I’m still here,” you mutter. “I promise I’m still here.”

You reach out and pull Jihoon’s whole body into you and he sinks into you. The smell of wood floods his nostrils and his body relaxes, the shaken feeling in his bones starting to disperse.

“Hey Jihoon?” You whisper and the boy hums in acknowledgement. “Would you maybe…sleep with me tonight? It’s just so hard to sleep alone and-”

“Of course,” Jihoon answers. “Whatever you need.” It will also probably help Jihoon sleep better as well, and he can’t deny that the idea of his body cuddled up to yours brings him immense comfort.

You quietly thank him before leading him through your house and up to your bedroom. The two of you silently crawl into your bed and Jihoon situates the covers over you two before pulling you into his body. You lay your head on his chest, your whole body enveloping his.

Jihoon doesn’t know how long it takes him to finally fall asleep, your fingers brushing through his hair lulling him to sleep, but he does know that he sleeps through the whole night without any more issues, your presence protecting him from any nightmares lurking in the back of his head.

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