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[jaded-jezz]

Don’t Trip

Another Jack one-shot obvs

Please do not repost, reblogs are appreciated.

Jack Champion x F!Reader

☁︎Fluff

summary: Just Jack being a gentleman without realising.

I’ve been super excited to go to Jack’s movie premier ever since he auditioned. It wouldn’t be our first event as a couple but this time it seems as if the entire world knows about it as it’s no longer our secret.

When we posted our anniversary photo dump on Instagram and some sickeningly cute TikToks, our followers have risen dramatically and the response has luckily been way more positive than we expected. We didn’t realise that our fan base overlapped so of course they were all ecstatic when finding out their suspicions were correct.

Jack and I were in our taxi queueing for our joint entrance onto the carpet. Both our palms were sweating yet Jack gripped mine tighter when I tried to move to wipe it.

“Are you nervous Champion?” I jest

“Me? Pfff no way” he replied before widening his eyes to show he was lying, “I’m petrified”

We look into each others eyes and before we know it we are being told to leave and expose our long kept secret and safe privacy to the flashes of cameras.

He doesn’t let go of my hand once, in fear that he may lose me to the crowds of interviews trying to get the first interview of the new hot couple. It makes me smile to myself as although I’ve done many premiers before, he still keeps an eye on me.

We move to the line of photographers and I check for the marks on the floor directing each celebrity to the correct angle and lighting for their photos. Jack goes in first and I follow once he moves up the marks.

I have to pick up my dress due to the weight of the detailed beading, lace and tulle as I walk confidently to the first space. The awkwardness hits me as I try to kick around my dress to stop the train from bunching up so much as I want the cameras to pick up on my teams hard work.

Suddenly an angel from heaven, my knight in shining armour comes to the rescue.

I barely hear Jack’s voice over the shouts, flashes and the swelling of stress in my ears but it’s loud enough to start to bring me back to earth and to a calmer state.

I look down to see he has crouched to start to straighten out the long floral train. He glances up at me and gives me a wink as he feels me look over my shoulder at him.

“Don’t worry, I got you!” He laughs as he try’s to check my face for any signs of continuing worry.

I offer my hand and pull him round next to me so that we can have photos together. The paparazzi go even crazier, as if Jack’s previous action didn’t have a loud enough reaction.

We laugh at the eruption and a strong wave of serenity washes over me as I lean in closer to my boyfriend.

“You look so stunning that I had to help you, I hope you don’t mind,” Jack leant into the side of my head. “You are a saving grace Jack, and thank you” I whisper back.

I want to thank everyone who like/reblogged my first post, it means a lot. I did not expect any interaction at all so thank you!

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Requests are open, so send them no matter how big or small you idea is.

Please do not repost this, reblogs are appreciated.

[slttygeto]

toji w #2 if possible plz 🌚

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥content warning: toji is more experienced, riding, “doll” used as a pet name.

꒰ ͜͡➸ play the game

you loved the way toji made you feel--pretty, loved and most importantly fucking good. he had you under his spell, whether it be with a charming smile or with his huge cock drilling into you, you were his to fold and to love on.

a part of you wanted to thank him for treating you so well, for making you feel so good while you laid there and did nothing but look pretty and let him stuff you full of his cock.

so when you asked him to lay back and enjoy, toji couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. he watched as you straddled his lap with sloppy moves, thighs trembling before placing your ass directly on top of his boner.

"gonna surprise me, doll?" the man had a talent for flustering you so easily with his words. your lips pressed in a thin line, cheeks flared up.

"I wanna ride you," and you said so shyly that toji's hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him.

"then why are you so nervous?" his fingers traced the bare skin of your sides, dark eyes staring up to you with so much lust in them that you could feel yourself getting drunk off of it.

“I don’t know… what if I fuck up and turn you off?” you were being honest, yet you noticed that the more you spoke, the more prominent toji's hard on became. he was absolutely loving this.

“I mean, I can teach you how I like it. Just follow my lead, yeah?” his voice was low, and his hands went to sit directly on your bare ass. he delivered a harsh smack to it, grinning devilishly at the squeak that left you.

he let you take your time as you sank on his cock, your face twisting at the stretch before finally adjusting to it. you were eager to ride him, moving your hips back and forth--up and down, hoping that it would bring your man some sort of pleasure.

"my pretty girl, wanna do so good for me," the sigh he let out was an indication of how much he was enjoying this. you noticed that whenever toji started to feel good, he couldn't control his mouth.

so you took it as a sign to go faster, keep the same moves and hope to bring the man below you to an earth shattering orgasm.

and toji felt so grateful for this--for you, and how well you were doing for him, so eager to make him feel good even if it meant not getting anything in return.

a greedy man like toji would never think of giving anything in return, but you were in for a ride for making him so whipped for you.

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[mp3chan]

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pairing: sub!felix x afab!reader

tw: mommy kink (duh), wrist restraints, unprotected sex (plz wrap it up ya’ll), MINORS DNI

wc: 1k

an: i will never not write sub felix ok ?

-> kinkmas 22’ masterlist!

© copyright mp3chan 2022 (don’t repost, steal, or translate!)

“repeat that.” you panted, slowing the rolls of your hips, seeing felix grip the soft restraints on his wrist and tug.

“no please.” felix whimpered, his eyes slammed shut, the corners wrinkling like they did when he laughed. he only seemed to relax a little when you stopped fully and caressed his cheek gently.

“say it again, baby.” you softly told him, thumb brushing over his swollen lips. “i just want to make sure i heard you right.”

felix finally opened his eyes and looked at your face for any sign of anger or disgust. “asked you for more.” he replied, leaving out the very word you wanted to hear.

“what did you call me, lixie?” you asked him again, giving him a look that told him he didn’t want you to ask him this a fourth time.

“m-mommy.” felix finally squeaked, tearing up a little, feeling humiliated. you were quick to wipe them away.

“that’s all i wanted to hear baby boy.” you smiled, resuming your slow torturous rhythm of rubbing your clothed wet core over his leaking cock.

“im sor-“ felix started to apologize to you, only to have you put a finger over his lips to shush him.

“mommy just wanted to see if they heard their baby boy right. that’s all lixie.” you smiled down at him, and you could finally see felix relax under you.

“you don’t mind?” he asked between moans, tugging at the restraints again, just wanting to touch you in anyway he could.

“of course not.” you replied, tugging your underwear to the side so felix could feel your bare cunt gliding along his cock.

“fuck!” felix gasped, his back arching off the bed feeling your cunt against him finally, immediately biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet.

“be loud lixie.” you smiled down at him, he looked wrecked at this point. you loved seeing him like this. completely wrapped around your finger and hanging off your every word and action, his head obviously filled with nothing but you.

“m-mommy.” felix moaned, his hips bucking against you, the tip of his cock ever so slightly pushing into your cunt.

“baby boy is desperate today huh? can’t even take a little teasing?” you giggled, expecting felix to apologize like he normally would when you were on top like this.

“yes…desperate..” felix pouted, surprising you for a second. “need mommy’s cunt….please baby needs mommy.”

felix was completely gone at this point. his hips desperately trying to shove his cock back into you.

you decided not to prolong teasing him, swiftly sitting down onto his shaft, moaning audibly at the feeling of him stretching you out.

“fuck!” felix cursed again, chest heaving deeply as he panted. “move…mommy please please please.” he started begging, something he rarely did.

“shhh baby, I will just give me a second, ok?” you whispered to him, leaning over him to kiss him, your lips brushing together as you spoke, pecking his lips repeatedly.

“mommy.” felix moaned, his big eyes staring into yours. you got lost for a moment because you swore you could see stars in them, only snapping back when felix bucked into you.

“so impatient aren’t you baby boy?” you smirked, kissing his lips quickly again, deciding not to address how he chased after your mouth as you pulled away.

you started rolling your hips slowly, feeling his cock effortlessly slide in and out of you. “so good lixie.” you moaned, hands leaning on his hips to stabilize yourself.

“lixie mommy’s good boy?” felix asked you breathing heavily, his eyes glassy, somehow falling deeper into whatever new sub space this was of his.

“mommy’s best boy.” you smiled down at him, not expecting those words to cause him to push his hips up harshly and orgasm quickly inside you, making you gasp in shock, used to him normally asking for permission to do so.

you slowed down to let felix catch his breath, your hips still slightly moving to keep yourself on the edge until he was ready to continue.

“s-sorry.” felix apologized with a blush and you simply giggled at him.

“don’t be sorry baby. think you can go a little longer?” you asked him with a soft smile, gently rubbing his lower stomach. “mommy didn’t cum yet.”

“y-yes mommy.” felix nodded quickly, falling right back into his role, eager to let you use him for your own satisfaction.

you rolls turned into bounces the closer you felt your orgasm approaching. the burn in your thighs not even noticeable when you felt felix’s cock begin to stiffen inside you again.

“lixie…you feel so good..” you moaned, seeing his cheeks burn with a dark blush at the praise and his cock pulse against your walls.

“wanna make mommy cum.” felix panted, hands tugging at the restraints once more.

you leaned down and undid both of the restraints, yelping in surprise when felix immediately grabbed your hips and flipped you over.

he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, hands mindlessly roaming your body and hips bucking desperately into you.

“fuck!” you moaned loudly, arms wrapping around felix and holding him as close as you could.

“m-mommy!” felix whined, still completely lost in his little sub space thing, his cock now fully hard inside you. “close…” he panted, nuzzling his head against your skin, inhaling your sweet perfume you always wore that made him feel safe. “wanna make you cum mommy. cum for lixie please…im being good” he babbled mindlessly.

“doin’ so good baby” you panted reassuring him, and feeling that telltale burn of your orgasm in your core and felix’s cock throbbing inside you. “cum lixie…cum for me.” you moaned, feeling your own orgasm surge over you, arching your back and feeling your chest go flush against felix’s.

“fuck…m-mommy” felix whined feeling your cunt clench around his cock as you climaxed, feeling his second orgasm crash over him, filling you with his cum again.

felix immediately collapsed against you after he stopped his thrusts, both of you panting out of breath, and placing gentle kisses on your clavicle. “i love you.” he whispered when he finally caught his breath.

you smiled and wrapped your arms back around him tightly, not caring you were both a sticky sweaty mess. “i love you too, baby boy.” you whispered back, erupting into a fit of giggles when felix groaned in embarrassment.

[mace-waz-here]

Hiiii doing a little Intro for here! (I’m trying mostly to plug my other art accounts and make more friends plz)

Personal Info——

My name is Mace, I use they/it/xe I am 16 y/o, and my birthday is Nov. 12! :3

Other Socials ^_^——

Instagram

Art Tik Tok account

Main Tik Tok account (I post nothing on there really I just mostly repost stuff)

And my discord user if you want to talk to me on there!

Mace_wazz_here

Fandoms——

Lord of the rings

The hobbit

Toilet-bound Hanako-Kun

Percy Jackson (as of right now I’ve only gotten to Trials of Apollo with the books)

Demon Slayer

Creepypasta

Hunter x Hunter

Non Fandom Interests——

Vulture Culture! (I don’t have anything personally yet, but I hope too soon)

Human Decomposition! (It seems weird but I want to be a forensic anthropologist so I think it makes sense)

Anything morbid and creepy really, I love the things most people shy away from

Greek mythology!

Scary stories!

Art

Stars

Folklore

Bands I Like!——

Metallica

Ghost

Heart Attack Man

Pearl Jam

Cold

311

Saliva

Blink-182

Autoheart

Limp Bizkit

The Garden

Miasmatic Necrosis

Korn

Rage Against the Machine

R.E.M.

The Offspring

Millionaires

That’s all I can think of for this, have a good day!! ^_^

[creamita]

oh ! hello there ! ! m' vry excited tht u decided to join the angel sanctuary 🪽 as promised, here’s a fresh batch of cookies for u n' ur sweetened angel milk (all made w a bunch of lovieee ofc) please take a seat as i go over the etiquette n' formalities for both our sakes n' comfort ! ! t's vry important to belle to keep her sanctuary safe 🤍

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͏͏୨୧ things i enjoy writing . . .

𓊆ྀི ♡ 𓊇ྀི 。。 fem ﾉ hyperfeminine ﾉ crybaby n' subbie reader, dom / sub themes, dd/lg, infantilization ﾉ dumbification, cum ﾉ spit ﾉ drool, stepcest, dubious consent, age gap (both are adults ofc), pet play, hybrid reader, size kink ﾉ size difference, overstimulation, begging, dry humping, breeding kink, cream pies, fingering ﾉ finger sucking, oral (both m + f receiving or giving), ass play ﾉ anal, possessiveness n' jealousy.

͏͏୨୧ what i won’t write . . .

𓊆ྀི × 𓊇ྀི 。。age play, pedophilia, male reader, character x character, piss ﾉ scat ﾉ vomit, suicide, self harm, death, drinking ﾉ drug use, abuse, kidnapping n' yandere themes.

͏͏୨୧ plz don’t repost, edit ﾉ modify or claim my writing as your own . . . and don’t recommend me outside of tumblr ! ! i tag triggers n' content warnings so make sure to read them before deciding to continue on.

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*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE OCTOBER WEEK 5 MASTERLIST*

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*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

~ reposting september and october by week because the links were only working on mobile ~

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

signed away p. 4 from @seresinhangmanjake

i don’t need your closure (from the better man universe aka heaven on earth) from @sweetlittlegingy​ 

as it was p. 8 (just typing this again re-broke my heart, plz read this series it is so heartbreaking but so perfect) from @ereardon

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

chaos p. 6 & epilogue from @ohtobeleah

just desserts from @roosterforme

faking it p. 7 from @tongue-like-a-razor

and when you're alone for a moment (from je te laisserai des mots, please do yourself a favor and read this series it is so perfect) from @jupitercomet

TGM: MISC FICS

night at the hard deck from @wildbornsiren (robert bob floyd x reader x jake hangman seresin)

NHL FICS

you are the artist and i am the paint from @matthewtkachuk​ (q.hughes)

OUTER RANGE/RHETT ABBOTT FICS

whiskey sour from @h0neyfire 

[inzicoir]

I suggested 12 Leo/Yuichi and I deliver

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Smut promt 18 and fairy tail Macbeth plz

You’ve got it, my love. I’ve never written for Macbeth before so here goes nothing. ❤️

TW: smut, oral sex (reader receiving), 18+ content, teasing, dirty talk, minors dni

Your figure laid on the couch, watching him intently as he made his way through the house. He had just returned this morning after being away for a few days and he was still getting himself settled. You had been ecstatic that he had returned, but you hadn’t wanted to push him before he was ready.

As he approached the couch beside you there was a new aura around him, a more intense version of him than you hadn’t seen in a while. Macbeth raised his eyebrows as he stood next to you, taking your hand as you held it up for him. “Are you happy to be home, my love?” You kept your voice small and stable as you felt his gaze lock onto you.

“I’ve been home long enough now, I think I’m finally comfortable.” Macbeth slowly crawled over you, watching for any sign of a “no” just in case. “And I think that now that I’m settled… you’ve been waiting for something.”

You looked around quickly before feeling his bodyweight press onto you. “Macbeth… wait. You don’t have to-” Before you could protest anymore his hands slid down your sides, grabbing the waistband of your shorts. It stopped you in your tracks, you hadn’t expected him to be so worried about this.

“Shhhhh,” Macbeth hushed you as he tugged them down your legs, tossing them to the side as his hand moved between your legs. He rubbed over your clothed sex and licked his lips. “Now isn’t the time for words. Now is the time for me to make up for the few days that I was gone.”

You placed your hands over your face, your cheeks warming intensely as you felt his hot breath against the inside of your thigh. His fingers pushed your panties to the side, leisurely rubbing over your folds with a sly grin. His warm breath now touched your core, his tongue flicking over your clit to send a quiver through your body.

“I want to taste you.” His fingers pushed into your core, steadily at first, but as time rapidly passed they began to piston in and out of you. Every swipe of his tongue over your sensitive bud sent a shockwave of euphoria through you as you gripped onto the couch cushions for dear life.

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[cows-and-coffee]

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As a queer individual in the Florida school system, I’m terrified. The “Don’t Say Gay” bill will require any teacher or medical professional to alert a child’s parents of their gender or sexual orientation. Who knows what kind of abuse kids might come home to. This bill is going to end the lives of so many of my peers. It’s a direct violation on lgbtqia+ rights. Plz sign, share, repost, reblog, etc.

I’ve nearly been reported myself. It’s terrifying and heart breaking.

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[trixabke]

HAI~

masterlist, matchups, rules, abt me

HEY BITCHES AND BROS AND NON BINARY HOES >:)

Welcome to my shit show- but not literally there will be no shit involved except for now when I'm literally talking about shit when I'm sayi- yk what I'm just gonna stop typing

ahem

welcome~

ABOUT ME 

I’m 20

She/ her

I write- sometimes when I have motivation which is not frequent

I can cook and bake, is it the only thing I can say I’m good at- yes. Do I care- also unfortunately yes

I write what I feel like but I often feel like smut!!

“keep your standards high but your expectations low” - me; a poet

Number of public Playlists: 42

RULES

no vore- I don’t feel comfortable writing that :’)

i’m comfortable with some touchy subjects but if something im uncomfortable with comes up ill add it on here:>

please interact it keeps me motivated 😃

please don’t repost and only reblog (if you are going to, and if you don’t know the difference rebloging is hitting the “button” with the arrows kinda like a recycling symbol and you can repost it that way which gives credit, reposting is either posting it on another platform or posting it on Tumblr and taking credit or not giving credit)

ill write for haikyuu and a little bit of mha

my dms are always open so aha if u wanna talk let’s talk * lip bite *

(CLOSED FOR NOW) MATCHUPS: 

haikyuu only***

I do romantic and platonic matchups- if u want both ask and u might receive depends on my motivation level its not you I swear

Things that help (aka plz include these because its difficult to match u without them-)

describing ur looks and personality 

pronouns/ sexuality 

hobbies, interests, zodiac sign 

what u look for in a partner (if you like the yin/yang couples or want someone that matches ur energy, things like that! if you want to include physical elements that’s fine too!)  

ur love language (giving + receiving)

the aesthetic u like

asks

literally anything- BUT NO HATE 

but other than hate u can say anything >:)

[mystic-kitten-writer]

I lovveeeee Zuko & Yue. BUT! I’m a sucker for breakup angst, can you plz write one where they breakup but they’re all sad with out eachother but they don’t wanna admit it 🥺🥺

But like- why do you have to break my heart like this 🥺

Here is me, finishing my finals, and my first drabble is angst LOOL 

LET’S DO THIS~

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

Masterlist

Salt on a wound.

Their eyes locked, gasping as they spotted each other from across the vast room.

There could be thousands upon thousands of people, but you could bet your own life that these two would still be able to spot each other in seconds. It was the magical connection, everything about them a reflection of each other, down to their racing pulses.

That was the power they held.

Making time stand still as their energy mixed, like tender caresses and gentle hums, something straight out of a romance novel.

So, imagine the looks on all the guests' faces, their chatter immediately dying as they spotted the two ex-love birds silently gawking at one another. Everyone's expressions flattered, Aang shutting his eyes at the apparent twist of pain. The rose-coloured tone of the room quickly changing to a blue.

It was like observing the aftermath of a storm, Zuko and Yue nothing more but broken pieces of their once fabulous selves.

Neither one of them wholly healed, neither one of them genuinely ready to move on, let go.

And ironically, while the pain and utter loneliness were so clearly etched on their faces, Yue and Zuko were oblivious to each other's pain.

Yue could hear the blood rush to her head, the room spinning, as her hands began to shake. The wine in her glass swishing as she bites her lip to stop the tears that lined her eyes. Her heart was beating; her mind utterly fixated on Zuko. She knew she wasn't completely healed from the break-up, but my gosh, now she really knew.

To love someone who already moved on, unbothered. That blank expression Yue saw on Zuko's handsome features, her fingers itching to brush his nose and adorable lips. To surround herself in his steady warmth, to hear the deep rumbles from his chest as he cuddled her close to his chest. She felt so safe, so loved- and Yue choked down a sob.

To think she believed she deserved to be happy.

To think she believed those sweet words from those sinful lips, desperate for those sweet lies.

He said he loved her, that he could never imagine a life without her by his side-

"Yue-" Katara whispered harshly into her ear, holding the hand that cupped her wine to stop it from tipping over.

Yue jumped, letting out a tiny gasp. Katara saw the confusion in her gold eyes. Yue's mind was so disoriented and dark, half-heartedly thanking Katara with a meek tone. It was like her mind was empty, that tiny bit of soul that Zuko didn't manage to destroy finally dissipating.

"Let's go, sweetheart-" Katara urged, her brows pinching together as her voice wavered.

Yue was as pale as a spirit, her bottom lip trembling. And with a dead shake of her head, Yue forced a broken smile.

"I-I'm okay. Don't worry about me." 

Katara felt sick to her stomach.

Yue wasn't okay.

She was so far from okay; Katara could feel her blood boil because she could still hear Yue's soft cries. How Yue would lock herself in her room, blaming herself, demonizing herself. And despite knocking, trying to comfort, reassure, Yue would force a smile.

'I'm okay. Please, don't worry about me.'

Katara squeezed Yue's hand, wanting nothing more than to whisk Yue away. To see her happy.

To have her sister back-

Katara shifted her gaze momentarily as she grabbed Yue, a scowl on her expression as she watched Sokka walk to Zuko.

Not once in his lifetime has Sokka seen Zuko as shitty looking as he did now.

The most luxurious of robes, hair tied, handsomely groomed. Certain individuals not hiding their perverse joy in watching Yue break because that meant Zuko was available. And as Sokka stepped closer, taking note of how hollow his cheeks seem, the dark circles under his eyes, did he understand what Yue meant all those years when she said she fell in love with that spark.

Zuko seemed like an empty shell.

A boring nod for a greet, ripping his gaze abruptly from Yue with a thick swallow as they patted each other on the back.

"How are you, bud?" Sokka asked, trying to avoid the obvious, but he felt a shiver run up his spine.

"Fucking fantastic." Zuko sarcastically muttered under his breath with a hiss.

The venom in Zuko's words, a wave of anger.

So much anger, because unlike Yue, who let herself embrace the sadness, the loneliness- Zuko couldn't.

He much rather bask in his self-pity, drowning himself in work to keep his mind off Yue. Because no matter where Zuko was in the kingdom, he would be reminded of Yue.

Baked sweets, flowers, anything pleasant in life reminded Zuko of her. The dark taste of alcohol on his lips - the only means to push her away from his thoughts. A reminder of how disgusting of a human he was to break such a spirit like her. And it didn't help that the people were furious at the news that the pair had broken up. Out-right riots, people carrying signs that said 'Zuko doesn't deserve such a treasure' or 'Like father-like-son.'

Not like they were wrong.

Beauty and the Beast, and even then, Zuko snorted. Calling himself a beast would be an insult amongst creatures; not even the term monster seemed to encapsulate the self-hatred and loneliness Zuko felt.

Not like the royals cared.

Oh, no. There were ecstatic to get rid of Yue from the kingdom.

The next day shoving marriage proposals from 'real' suitors. 'They will treat you like how you should be treated, Fire Lord Zuko,' they happily noted. So why does Zuko feel more empty, dead, than ever before? How a single peck from Yue's pouty lips had his heart racing, blood rushing to his cheeks as he felt speechless.

Zuko's hands balled into fists, eyes scanning over the Northern Water Tribe and Earth Nation's royals. Zuko could tell from their looks alone what they were thinking. A heartbroken woman, easy prey-

They didn't deserve to see Yue's gorgeous eye smile.

Her happy giggles as she snuggled her head deep into his chest before they went to bed. Zuko's eyes would roll to the back of his head, just thinking of her addictive scent. How soft her skin felt under his. Her innocent and genuine heartfelt affections-

"Zuko," Sokka spoke, placing a hand over his shoulder, and Zuko snapped out of his dark thoughts.

Sokka couldn't bear it anymore, no longer beating around the bush, his hand digging into Zuko's robes and wrinkling the material.

"Talk to her, Zuko."

"No."

"And why not?" Sokka provoked, his nostrils flaring in annoyance. The frustration running through Sokka's veins, watching his best friend and sister dance in circles because everyone knew the truth.

A simple conversation, a discussion and this could all be over-

"I am a King; she's a commoner." Zuko disapproved through clenched teeth, spewing utter bullshit that Sokka let out a bewildered laugh.

"That didn't stop you before."

"I've moved on." 

"For sure, Zuko. That's why you reek of alcohol and tobacco; Iroh sending letters of concern. That's why Kiyi begged Suki to bring Yue back to the kingdom." Sokka whispered harshly, and Zuko could feel something trickle down his palm.

His nails digging into his skin, beads of ruby falling as Zuko gave Sokka a warning look.

A plead.

Sokka's eyes softened, seeing the vulnerability in Zuko's eyes for that short moment. The look Yue gave to everyone before she burst into tears, her heart shattering as everyone struggled to pick up the pieces.

He was hurting. No matter how much Zuko tried to play it off, Sokka knew better. Everyone in this room knew better. With a tired sigh, Sokka hoped.

"Please, Zuko," Sokka spoke with a weak plead, and Zuko's temper flared.

"Leave me the fuck alone-" Zuko seethed, shoving his friend's hand off his shoulder.

The hushed mutters amongst the crowds, curious eyes watching Sokka fumble back at the explosion. The tension was thick; Zuko's chest puffed as heated flickers of fire left his dry lips.

Anger.

The need and want to scream, to shout. Zuko’s narrowed eyes hastily shifted around the room, searching for Yue- what the actual fuck was he doing?

"I need air-" Zuko growled, twisting on his heels as he wandered towards the large doors that he just entered minutes ago.

"Fire Lord Zuko-" The guards awkwardly fumbled, and with a sharp glare, they got the point. Standing in their spot as the grand doors swung open, only for Zuko to pass.

Everyone watched Zuko's fleeting figure. Walking down the empty hallway with his head hung low before the doors came to closed.

And Zuko let out a bitter laugh.

Alone.

He was alone...again.

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☆ pairing: chanyeol x reader | ft. baekhyun

☆ genre: alien AU, fluff, smut (next part)  

☆ summary: No, you didn’t witness an alien spacecraft crash in the middle of the woods. No, a half dead person’s heart did not start glowing. And no, that person was not an alien. Because aliens don’t exist… right?

☆ word count: 7.3k 

A/N: shiiii hello. so... i did this. I did a crap job editing so sorry for any grammar or spelling errors in advance. this is the first part of a two or three part series, depending on the length of the next part. ALSO, i made the moodboard thingy so plz don’t repost w/o crediting me :( thank you lovelies, hope you enjoy! 

“I can’t believe you tricked me.” 

“I didn’t trick you!”

“You said we were going to get ice cream!” Baekhyun hissed from the passenger’s seat, arms crossed angrily over his chest as a pout teased his bottom lip. 

You gestured towards the empty ice cream carton sitting in his lap. “Which we did! And now we’re going camping.” 

“You conveniently seemed to have left that part out. This could be considered kidnapping, you know. I could probably sue you.” 

A deep scowl contorted your features as you swung a brief glare in his direction. “Hey! This was my last resort, okay? You promised to go camping with me a while ago! But every time I tried to bring it up you suddenly had plans.” 

“What can I say? Byun Baekhyun is a man in high demand. It’s not my fault I’m so popular.”

A loud scoff had him pinning you with a stinging glare. “You don’t even have any other friends besides me, Baek.” 

“Not true!” 

“Name three.” You retorted swiftly. 

“Kyungsoo, Jongdae, and Minseok,” he smirked triumphantly. 

You took a big breath. “Kyungsoo literally can’t stand you because of that one time you dropped his new phone in your sangria. Jongdae only tolerates you because you work at the same company. Minseok is my friend, not yours. And he doesn’t like you either because of that time you dyed his hair hot pink,” you exhaled, matching his smirk with one of your own, “Try again.”

He spluttered in disbelief, at a loss for words before he finally managed to spit out some form of a reply. “That last one was an accident! It was meant for you!”

“Exactly why I’m your one and only friend.,” you snapped, detaching one hand from the wheel so that you could reach over and flicking his forehead, “because I’m the only person on this planet that can tolerate your bullshit.”

“Whatever,” he scowled, and, knowing he wasn’t going to be winning this argument, smoothly changed the subject, “What’s with the sudden camping trip anyways? You barely ever even want to leave your bed.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about that. 

In the past, the idea of camping would not have been very appealing. You would have much preferred the warm company of your bed to a thin, cold sleeping bag.You weren’t the type to step out of your comfort zone too frequently. You enjoyed your little bubble, it was safe and happy and familiar. There was no reason for you to go out of your way to try new things or explore the world. You had everything you needed with your job at the bakery, your cozy apartment, your close knit circle of friends. You were content.

But for whatever reason, your head had been feeling rather off these past few months. Like there was something that you were missing. Laying in bed all day was no longer fulfilling, only leaving you drained, dissatisfied, and scoured with the feeling that you’d just wasted precious hours of your life binge watching unrealistic shows and movies. 

This sudden change left you confused and grasping helplessly for answers. 

You’d tried changing little things at first; redecorating your apartment, going out more often to bars or clubs, buying a membership to a gym, et cetera. It was satisfying for a moment, a short lived gratification to make a difference in your life. But it all just felt pointless in the end. It all ended up feeling like white noise. And that little nagging voice in the back of your head grew more and more relentless. 

Figuring out what could possibly soothe it proved to be the biggest challenge you've faced since trying to figure out what college you could attend in your high school years. 

Until you had an epiphany. Maybe it wasn’t something you needed to change… but something you were missing. What exactly it is that you’re missing, you’re still not quite sure of. But hopefully getting away from the noisy city and getting some fresh air and a much needed escape into nature would help clear that up, especially with the help of your beloved best friend Byun Baekhyun at your side. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just felt like it was time to do something a little out of my usual daily routine,” you paused, brows furrowing as a sudden thought struck you, “you ever get that feeling like you’re going in circles?” 

“Circles?” He repeated, confusion clear in his voice. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean—“ you stopped abruptly and chuckled softly, shaking your head as you realized it would be impossible to try and untangle the mess of thoughts in your head and lay them out for him, “never mind. It’s too hard to explain.” 

“No, tell—”

“We’re here!” You exclaimed loudly, voice bubbling with excitement as you spotted the sign indicating the beginning of the camping grounds. Pulling into the parking lot, you were shocked to find it completely empty. “Are we… the only people here?” 

“Are you surprised? Who the hell camps anymore?” You decided to ignore his remark, instead, parking and hopping out of your car, before looking over at him with an excited grin. 

“More forest for us then,” you chirped happily, and he groaned, “Come help me unload the trunk. I want to have everything set up before it starts getting dark out.”

Baekhyun scowled as you slammed the door, before sighing dramatically in defeat and unbuckling his seat belt. “This is going to be a long night.”

“When the hell did you have the time to go buy all this camping shit?” Baekhyun grunted, face red with sweat glistening on his brow as you hauled the equipment up a particularly unforgiving hill. You’d somehow convinced —ahem, threatened— him to carry the bulk of the stuff you’d brought, while you got off easy with only carrying your bags and a folding chair.

You shot a light grin at him over your shoulder, shrugging vaguely. “You’d be impressed by how much free time I gained by not sleeping in until two in the afternoon.” 

Baekhyun chuckled dryly, shaking his head as he peered after you in wonder, “you amaze me.” 

You grinned as you looked back at him, only to see that he’d begun to fall quite far behind, exhaustion clear on his features. “Pick up the pace slowpoke! We’ve still got a little more ground left to cover!” You called, laughing as he groaned dramatically and staggered on forward, trying his very best to catch up with you. 

“You enjoy my suffering, don’t you?” He huffed.

“Mm, you know I love it, baby.” You winked, biting your lip as your brows wiggled suggestively. He picked up the first thing his fingers could find off the leafy ground (luckily a small twig and not a rock) and chucked it at your head. 

“Hey! Throwing things is not a solution for your inner rage,” you scolded, squeaking in surprise as he suddenly surged forward, trying to make a grab for you. You dodged out of the way just in time and began booking it up the hill as fast as your admittedly sore legs would carry you, Baekhyun close on your heel with determination burning in his eyes. 

You all but flung yourself to the ground once you reached the peak, laughing breathlessly, sweat glistening on your face, body aching and tired from the exertion, but the feeling of accomplishment warded away any negativity that threatened your mindset. 

Baekhyun staggered up after you, looking even more exhausted than before, face also completely red and knees visibly weak under the weight of his body combined with the mass of the equipment. When he saw you laying on the ground, he dropped everything he’d been carrying and collapsed beside you, trying to catch his breath as he blinked sweat away from his eyes. 

“Are we…” he swallowed as his raspy voice cracked faintly, “here?” 

A grin broke out across your features as you turned your head, finding him already looking at you hopefully. “We’re here,” you confirmed, heading shifting so that you could stare up at the beautiful blue sky peering shyly through the thick green canopy above you. 

“Thank fuck,” he croaked, and you cackled. 

For a few minutes, you laid in comfortable silence (a rare blessing when hanging out with Baekhyun), catching your breath and recuperating from the hike to this special little spot in the woods. 

“Have you been here before?” He suddenly asked, turning to look at you, dark eyes blinking curiously. 

You nodded, smiling nostalgically. “Yeah. My dad and I used to come out here once a year during the summer for a day or two.”  

“No wonder it seemed like you knew where you were going,” he chuckled softly. 

“We came to this exact spot, you know. Because when the sun sets, you have the best view of the stars,” you sighed dreamily, hands rising above your face as you pictured the midnight blue sky riddled with winking stars, “it’s seriously beautiful, Baek. One time I even saw a shooting star.” 

“Did you make a wish?” 

You scoffed in disbelief, turning to look at him with a lopsided grin. “What do you take me for? Of course I did.” 

He laughed softly, “did it come true?” 

You sighed thoughtfully, eyes squinting against the bright blue sky. “No. Not yet.” 

Looking back, you still remember exactly what you’d wished for. But you’d been so young then, so naive and hopeful and, admittedly, pretty dumb. 

It was an unrealistic wish. 

But you couldn’t stop your heart from wanting it, even now. You’d wished for something that most people found unattainable, something only the luckiest of the lucky were able to have, and able to keep. And, especially in these past few months, the universe seemed astonishingly adamant on showing you just how mind bogglingly unlucky you were. 

“Okay!” You exclaimed abruptly, and Baekhyun jumped in surprise, head swinging around to watch with wide eyes as you pushed yourself off of the ground, swatting any dirt that clung to the back of your black leggings. “That’s enough time wasted. Time to set up.”

“Y/n~” Baekhyun whined in protest, flopping back onto the ground as a heavy pout tugged at his lips, “can’t we rest for a little more? My legs still feel like they’re about to fall off.” 

“Nope!” You sang, grabbing his wrists and pulling him upright, ignoring him as he objected loudly. “There’s much to be done before we can relax. Here, we'll set up the tent first and then the fire pit. It won’t take too long, I promise.” 

“Not long my ass.” Baekhyun snapped, glaring at you. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t know shit about how to properly put up a tent!” You hissed, thrusting an accusing finger in his direction. 

“Why the fuck would I need to know how to put up a stupid tent? You’re the one that dragged us out here in the first place! Take responsibility instead of blaming me!” He bit back harshly, arms folding stubbornly across his chest while he sassily cocked a hip. 

You rolled your eyes, exhaling heavily at his childishness. “We got it done. That’s what matters.” 

Well, you got it done– but you weren’t adamant on starting any more unnecessary arguments with Baekhyun. You’d gotten more than a day’s worth or arguing done in just the last hour while trying to set up your campsite. You dragged him out here to relax, to take a break from any and all things stressful and annoying. You probably should have kept in mind that Baekhyun was, in fact, one of the most annoying people you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. But you loved him, so it was okay. 

You flopped down on one of the log benches encircled the fire pit, letting out a long breath as you tilted your head back and inhaled deeply, a nostalgic smile flickering at the corners of your lips. The musky scent of the smoke you brought back memories you’d thought you’d long forgotten, if the long nights spent laughing and joking with your dad into the early morning, until you both collapsed from exhaustion with bellies full of s’mores and cheap hot cocoa. They were nice memories. But they made you sad. The kind of sad that felt like a heavy stone had been dropped on your chest. 

Baekhyun dropped down beside you, and you felt his shoulder nudge up against yours. Peeling open your eyelids, you glanced over at him with a raised brow. 

“What did you mean earlier?” 

You blinked at him. “What?”

“When you said the thing about circles?” He elaborated, throwing in a circular hand motion for good measure. 

“Circles?” You pondered for a moment before finally recalling the conversation you’d been having in the car before you arrived. “Oh. That. Well… I don’t think I can really… it’ll just sound stupid once I actually try to say it out loud, and explaining it would be too complicated—”

“Try.” 

You opened your mouth, about to give a smart aleck reply, but then you met his gaze. There was something so sincere in his dark eyes, something pleading. He wanted to know what was on your mind, what was bothering you. He wanted to help you. You felt an unexpected warmth in your chest, a gratefulness swelling up inside of you. 

In spite of his obnoxious, playful nature, Baekhyun was one of the most genuine people you’d ever met in your entire life. He was honest, thoughtful, and loving. He had a good heart. And although you’d never admit it out loud, because you’d never hear the end of it from him, you were very glad to have him as your best friend. Maybe one day you’d tell him everything he meant to you. One day, when his incessant teasing wouldn’t be so brutal and he wouldn’t rub it in your face with that stupid lopsided grin on his face every chance that he got. 

And so, regardless of not quite understanding your internal turmoil yourself, you tried your very best to explain it to him. To put into words the confusing emotions and thoughts that were running amuck in your head. You bore your every thought, every worry, every trouble, not missing a single detail if you could help it. You laid it all out for him, as best you could without sounding completely insane. 

There was a brief pause when you finished, the only sound was the low cracking of the flames as  they playfully danced before your eyes. It made you feel anxious. But there was also a sense of unparalleled relief to have finally gotten all of that off of your chest. 

“Maybe you’re lonely.”

You were surprised by the suggestion, turning him with brows furrowed in confusion. “Lonely? Why would I be lonely? I’m not lonely.”

“It sure sounds like you’re lonely.”

You immediately shook your head, rejecting the idea. “That doesn’t make sense. I have plenty of friends, I’m surrounded by people all day at work. I also have your annoying ass with me twenty four seven,” you teased. Baekhyun scowled. 

“Not that kind of lonely, dumbass. Romantically.” He paused, searching your face for any kind of understanding. But, he could only sigh in frustration as he saw the look of pure confusion in your eyes, making it very obvious you didn’t understand what he was saying whatsoever. “When did you and Junmyeon break up?” 

“I don’t know. A year ago, maybe? But why are you bringing him up?” 

Disregarding your question, he asked another one of his own. “Have you been with anyone else since then?” 

You paused, trying to recall if you’d had any flings or short lived romances with anybody after your breakup, but could call none to mind. “No. I don’t think so.” 

“Well… have you been with anyone since?” 

You gasped, shocked he’d ask you something like that so outright. “Baekhyun!” 

“Oh my gosh, just answer! It’s not like we haven’t talked about our sex lives before.” He rolled his eyes at the flabbergasted expression on your face, shoving your arm lightly. 

“You mean you talking to me about your sex life,” you corrected, stabbing an accusing finger into his chest, to which he swatted your hand away with a pointed glare. Huffing, you swung your gaze away from him, choosing instead to focus on the flickering orange flames in front of you. “No. No, I have not been with anybody since Junmyeon.” 

You jumped as he suddenly clapped his hands together, eyes wide like he’d just discovered the solution to world hunger, “Therein lies your problem! You just need to have sex!” You rained down a vicious attack of hits on his arm and chest, spewing curses at him until he finally relented, “ow! Ow! I’m joking, y/n, joking! Stop hitting me!” 

“You’re disgusting, Baekhyun.” You spat, frustrated beyond belief as you pushed yourself off of the log and stood up, “Why’d I think you’d actually try to help me?” 

You turned, about to leave, when he suddenly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back. “Wait! Wait, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. Sit back down,” he gave another pleading pull at your hand, looking up with what you hoped was genuine sincerity in his eyes, “please?” 

You hesitated for a moment, before huffing in defeat and dropping back down into the chair. He smiled faintly, adjusting his hold on your wrist so that he could play with your fingers. There was a brief lull of silence before he finally spoke up. “I was serious about the lonely thing. Even if you do have people in your life all the time, and my annoying ass hanging around,” he added playfully, and you chuckled, “it seems like you miss that more intimate part of being in a relationship with someone.”

“The intimate part?” You repeated, looking over at him with furrowed brows. He nodded in confirmation. 

“It seems like you miss knowing someone inside and out, and someone knowing you just as deeply. You mentioned having nightmares more often than before, right? It sounds like you miss sharing your bed with someone, I think that gave you a sense of security.” You listened intently as he spoke. It still surprised you at times when your best friend, your goofy, annoying, yet somehow lovable best friend, dropped heavy wisdom on you out of the blue. Sometimes, you forgot how deep his mind and heart actually were. 

Maybe you were lonely. Maybe you’d been lonely for so long and had gotten so used to the emptiness that you didn’t even realize that it was loneliness you were feeling. Maybe this whole time, that something you’d been craving and subconsciously searching for, was actually someone. Maybe more than anything in the world, you wanted somebody to fill up that hollow place in your heart, somebody to hold, somebody to kiss, somebody to love. 

And maybe you wanted it so badly that you’d take it just about anywhere you could find it. 

That last bit probably wasn’t true. You weren’t desperate for affection by any means. But, at the very least, it would explain why you found yourself staring at Baekhyun’s lips for a few seconds longer than a friend probably should. Just long enough for him to notice. His voice fizzled off into the night air, the only sounds left surrounding you were the gentle crackling of the orange flames and the sensual song of the cicadas hidden in the trees. 

You watched as he blinked, confusion and intrigue gracing his gentle features in the form of a warm pink blush and fluttering eyelashes. You felt your heart start to pick up speed. 

“Baekhyun,” you murmured, voice almost quiet enough to be lost amongst the hushed rustling of leaves. 

He swallowed, and you watched with unfamiliar intensity as his Adam’s Apple bobbed. “Yeah?” He whispered, his own voice strained and heavy on his tongue. His hands curled into tight fists on his lap as you subconsciously licked your lips. 

“Can I…” your stare flickered up to meet his, “try something?” 

His face reddened as he glanced briefly at your mouth before hurriedly meeting your eyes, giving a single, faint nod in response. “Okay.” At his consent, you shifted closer to him, until your thigh gently bumped his, your shoulders nudging up against one another. Up close, it seemed as if you could see every detail of his face. Every stray freckle, every delicate eyelash, 

It was strange. But familiar. A nervous sensation bubbled up inside of you when you met his wide eyed gaze, and you found yourself faltering. 

“Can you close your eyes?” 

The request was met with hesitance at first, understandably. But soon enough he was nodding, eyes squeezing shut obediently. He pursued his lips, brows furrowing as he breathed unevenly through his nose, 

You suddenly found yourself being reminded of a night long ago. When the two of you were still teenagers, young and reckless and hormonal. 

He’d been over at your place. You’d talked and laughed late into the night, even stolen a glass of your mom’s prized wine just to try. You hadn’t been too fond of the flavor, though Baekhyun loved it. You remember laughing at how quickly he got himself tipsy, cheeks going a soft pink, eyes becoming hooded, lips pulling into a hazy little grin. You’d listened to him babble aimlessly for almost an hour before he’d finally fallen asleep, slumping unexpectedly against you mid sentence, head falling onto your shoulder, hands wrapped loosely around your waist. 

You can still remember the warmth of his breath against your neck, the softness of his cheek on your shoulder, the faint tickling sensation of his hair under your chin. He’d looked so innocent then, features washed in the delicate grey moonlight, making him almost seem to glow. You remember looking at him— really looking at him for the first time in your life. You’d always known he was considered attractive by many, the subject of several girls’ fantasies, but you saw him differently that night. Just as you were seeing him differently now. 

Only now, you weren’t in your bedroom wrapped up in your warm comforter, but washed in the throbbing heat of a campfire. And it wasn’t the moonlight that made him glow, but the flickering yellow flame that doused his entire body in the hellish radiance. 

You couldn’t help but to wonder when exactly he’d become a man. It seemed like it wasn’t long ago that he was that goofy little boy with the weird haircut and a mouth that could run for hours without becoming exhausted. How had you not noticed him changing before your very eyes? 

He shuddered when your fingers suddenly raised, ever so gently feathering over his cheek, and you saw his eyes squeeze tighter. You let your hand settle around the back of his neck, cupping it loosely. He leaned forward ever so slightly, and you felt the side of his chest pressing against your arm. You tilted your chin upwards. You felt his breath tickle your upper lip. The faintest of chills rolled down your spine. 

Were you really about to do this? Were you really about to kiss your best friend? It definitely wasn’t a good idea. But you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. 

Your train of thought was unexpectedly halted by an odd noise. A faint humming or whistling, you couldn’t quite make it out. But, it was enough to have you leaning away from Baekhyun’s puckered lips, just in time to catch a streak of white light piercing the midnight blue sky. For a moment, you thought it might’ve been a shooting star. But, shooting stars are there then gone in the blink of an eye. Whatever this was, wasn’t vanishing. In fact, it seemed to be getting closer.

“What the hell?” You muttered, face contorting in confusion. 

Baekhyun’s eyes fluttered open, his brows furrowing as he caught sight of your unsettled expression. “What? What’s wr—”

And then, all at once, it felt as if the air itself had come… alive. 

It vibrated around you, buzzing excitedly. Warm and energized, it sent something equivalent to jolts of electricity shooting through your veins. The hair on your arms and the back of your neck stood on end, skin rippling with goosebumps. An unfamiliar anticipation seized you violently.

It all happened so fast.  

There was a flash of white in your peripheral vision, and the whistling sound progressed into a low, prolonged shriek. Confusion and fear ripped through you. “Baekhyun—” you tried to reach for him, but next thing you knew, you were knocked flat on your back by a sudden sharp rush of wind, leaving you gasping and heaving desperately. You recognized the feeling of not being able to breathe. The air had been knocked from your lungs. 

A skull splitting screech tore through the night sky. Your hands leapt to cover your ears, eyes squeezing shut in agony, the sound making your head feel like it was about to explode. There was a flash of something bright behind your eyelids, and then an unearthly howling, before a deafening explosion flung your writhing body across the damp earth. 

The last thing you felt was a pain equivalent to receiving a knife to the back of head before a deep, inky blackness consumed you.

“Y/n!” 

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of someone calling your name, ears ringing faintly, vision blurry for a moment before focusing on the familiar, worried face of your best friend, Byun Baekhyun. 

“Baek?” You muttered softly in confusion, throat feeling dry and raw. 

“Thank god. You scared the living shit out of me,” he laughed, but you could just make out the glistening reminisce of tears clinging to his eyelashes. The ground felt as if it might fall out from underneath you as you pushed yourself upright with a low groan, trying your very best to ignore the dull throb in the back of your skull. “Are you alright? You hit your head really hard.” 

You carefully touched the back of your head, drawing away sharply as the faintest pressure sent a shock of pain shooting through the area. “Did I? Shit. What happened?”

His eyes went wide, trembling hands shooting out to grab your shoulders. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Look for yourself.” He gestured with a sharp nod of his head at the large grey rock you just realized you were tucked safely behind. Glancing at him skeptically, you crept forward on your hands and knees before slowly leaning up and peering over. 

The first thing you saw was flame. Dull orange flames flickered lazily, some scattered in the wet grass, others clinging onto the shredded silver metal of the massive contraption that had broken through the treetops and created a dent in the earth. 

“Holy shit.” You blinked in disbelief, jaw going slack as you stared at the scene before you, an equal amount of both horror and curiosity flooding through you. “Is that… is that a—” 

“An alien spacecraft? Yes indeed.” 

“Don’t be fucking stupid.” You hissed, smacking the back of his head. “That’s impossible.”

“Well the fuck else could it be, y/n?”  He laughed harshly in disbelief, throwing his hands up as his eyes took on a wild appearance. “Have you ever seen an airplane that looks like that before, huh?” 

You wracked your brain for some kind of rational explanation, spluttering out weakly, “maybe it’s some sort of satellite or something.” 

“Yeah–fucking–right.” Baekhyun was shaking his head suddenly, pulling at your arm as something anxious glinted in his usually playful gaze. “We have to get out of here. This is fucking insane. This is—” he froze abruptly, body tensing beside you, the hold he had on your arm tightening substantially, “what the fuck is that?”

“What’s what?” You murmured in confusion, head whipping around to try and find whatever it was that caught his eye. It didn’t take very long. 

There was a dark shape on the ground, a lump in the grass. You squinted, before your eyes widened in horror. You might’ve easily mistaken it for a rock in the darkness had it not been for the dull glow of the fire from the strange aircraft and the bright silver moonlight.

“It’s a person.” You murmured in  realization, slowly standing up right. Baekhyun was quick to snatch your wrist.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” He hissed, eyes looking about ready to pop out of his skull. 

“They look hurt! We can’t just leave them there!” You yanked your wrist sharply out of his hold, turning on your heels and cautiously making your way over to the unmoving person, completely ignoring Baekhyun’s frantic calls for you to ‘get your ass back over here’. 

You could admit that a part of you was scared shitless, but what kind of person would you be to just leave them here, completely defenseless. As you grew closer, the person's features gradually became clearer. It was a man. Washed in the pale moonlight, he almost appeared to be… glowing. Tanned skin, hair red as blood, body covered in nothing but bruises, gashes, and ash. Even in that state, you couldn’t deny how handsome he was. But that definitely wasn’t your greatest concern. No, your attention was captured more by the fresh wounds littered across his naked body. There was one especially nasty looking one across his chest. 

Unsurprisingly, you soon felt Baekhyun’s worried presence looming over your shoulder, spluttering out curses as he took in the state of the unconscious boy. 

“Oh my god. That’s a lot of blood. Is he dead? I think he’s dead. He looks really dead. What are we gonna do, y/n?” Baekhyun rambled, voice panicked and frightened as he paced anxiously behind you.

“He’s still breathing, shit head,” you snapped, shooting him a pointed look over your shoulder, “but we have to get him to a hospital, and fast. He’s bleeding a lot.” 

The amount of blood seeping from the gash in his chest was increasing by the second. You wracked your brain for a way to ease it up before he bled out in the spot. Inspiration struck you in the form of your best friend’s yellow and blue plaid button up. “Baek, quick, take off your shirt.”

His face twisted. “Excuse me?”

“Just take it off! We need something to cover him with and to stop the bleeding,” you explained hurriedly, not giving him a chance to respond before you were shoving it off of his shoulders and pulling it down his arms. 

“Hey! Hey! I’m not wearing anything under this! This is assault! Assault!” He shrieked, attempting to squirm away from you, when suddenly a loud tearing sound split the air. His jaw dropped, gasping as he stared in horror at his sleeve hanging limply in your hand. “Y/n! This is my favorite shirt!”

“I’m sorry! But I think he needs it a little more than you do right now. I’ll buy you a new one I promise, but can I please have it for now? He's completely naked,” you tried to reason, gesturing vaguely towards the man’s bare nether regions that were just somewhat distracting. 

“Fine,” he relented, albeit visibly disgruntled, “but you’re buying me dinner for the next month!” How he was making demands like that at a time like this, you’re not quite sure. Byun Baekhyun was and always will be a strange, strange man.

“Fine, whatever, just take it off already, Jesus,” you rushed. He huffed in annoyance, but his fingers made quick work of the buttons, not fighting you off when you pulled it off his arms completely and turned to get to work on covering up the large wound. 

“My decency…” Baekhyun pouted as he covered his bare chest. 

You rolled your eyes. “Is that really what you’re worried about right now? Seriously? I think we have bigger things at hand.” 

“Yeah, like the fucking spaceship that just crashed!” He thrust a finger in the direction of where the large metal aircraft had crash landed not one hundred feet away from where you’d set up your camp. 

You shot a brief glare in his direction, “It’s not a spaceship.”

“Really? Because I’ve never seen a plane that looks like that before. Do you know any flying vehicles that look like that? No! Because there are none! Not on earth at least.” 

“Baekhyun, please! Shut up for two seconds so I can focus!” You snapped, your shaking hands working anxiously to press the torn fabric  against the large wound to alleviate the bleeding. It was rather nerve wracking knowing that a person’s life could possibly be in your hands. 

“I’m sorry! You know I ramble when I get worked up.” He whined defensively. Ignoring him, you carefully tied the ripped sleeves tightly around the man’s chest, applying pressure to the injury.

“We have to get him to the car. Help me get him up. Grab his legs.” You commanded, grunting as you hauled his torso up so that you could hook your arms under his armpits. 

Baekhyun let out a sound of disbelief. “Why do I have to take the legs? You take the legs!” 

“I don’t want his junk all up in my face!” 

“And you think I do?!” He yelped out, giving a sharp shout of pain as you smacked the top of his head. “Fine! Fine! I concede! Gosh, you’re so violent. Hitting people won’t solve all of your problems, you know!” 

“True. But it’ll solve this one.” 

It took you less than half of the time it took you to trek up the steep incline of the hill to haul the limp body of the boy back down it. Most likely because the two of you were running like your asses were on fire, the threat of the odd aircraft possibly exploding at any given moment adding much needed encouragement to ignore the sharp burning of your sore legs and the notable aching of your lungs. 

By the time you reached the car, you were sweating profusely and heaving for breath. Your arms felt like they were just about ready to fall off, knees weak beneath you. Your fingers were shaking as you fumbled to yank open the back door. 

“You drive,” you demanded, maneuvering into the backseat with the unconscious boy, pulling his top half up so that he was positioned over your lap, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t bleed all over my leather.” 

Baekhyun would never step out on the opportunity to drive your car, nodding sharply in agreement. “Good idea.” 

Slamming the door shut, he scrambled into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life as he turned the keys in the ignition. The tires kicked up gravel as they swiveled, the car jerked backwards before Baekhyun was swinging the wheel to the left, and you were taking off down the same path you’d come in on. 

You watched through the back window as heavy grey smoke smothered the twinkling white stars, obscuring the bright moon from view completely. Your heart lurched in your chest, your throat running dry as you watched the tips of angry flames consuming the treetops, the heavy grey smoke throbbing with an under glow of orange and yellow. It was a terrifying sight. You’d never seen anything like it in your entire life. 

Your hands, pressed down firmly against the boy’s dressed wound, were shaking profusely. You could hear the sound of your blood pulsing in your ears, the thundering of your own heart a deafening echo in the back of your skull. 

Calm down, y/n. Calm the fuck down. 

Baekhyun glanced back at you through the rear view mirror, then at the receding flames. “Do you think it’s going to—” Any speculation he was about to offer was silenced abruptly by a flash of white light and an unearthly boom. Your entire body went stiff, your breath escaping you in sharp, uneven gasps. The hold you had around the unconscious boy’s body tightened. “Holy fucking shit, y/n. Holy fucking shit. What the hell is happening right now?” 

You shook your head, at as much of a loss for answers as he was. “I don’t—” you swallowed, your throat feeling unexpectedly dry and tight, “I don’t know, Baek.” 

“Did we seriously just witness an alien spaceship crash landing on earth? Oh my god. If the government finds out— they’ll kill us won’t they? Y/n, we’re so screwed! We’ll have to go into hiding. We have to get new identities. Y/n l/n and Byun Baekhyun have to disappear. We can’t—” you cut off his senseless rambling for the umpteenth time that night. 

“Baekhyun! No one is coming to kill us! We will not have to go into hiding or find new identities or any of that sci-fi bullshit because this is real fucking life and alien spacecrafts don’t just fall out of the damn sky in real life.” 

“Like you’d know! Remind me how many movies about aliens you’ve watched in your lifetime?” You rolled your eyes, not bothering to justify such a ridiculous inquiry with a response. But, he took your silence as a sign of you admitting defeat, “yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Baekhyun, just pay attention to the—” you cut yourself off as the hand you were holding over his chest suddenly began to feel incredibly warm, the kind of heat you feel when hovering your hands in front of a flame. Brows furrowed in confusion, you lowered your gaze. A warm, crimson glow was emulating from beneath your palm. Confusion swirling to life inside of you. Slowly, you removed your hand. 

“What the fuck.”

“What the fuck what? What what the fuck?” Baekhyun questioned curiously from behind the wheel.  

“He’s… glowing.”

“Glowing? What’s glowing?”

“He’s fucking glowing, Baekhyun!” You snapped. 

He tore his eyes away from the road, torso swiveling around to try and get a glimpse as to what the hell you were talking about. “What the hell are you—,” he did a double take, eyes bulging as his jaw dropped, “holy mother of shit.” 

You could only stare, completely awestruck as his chest was consumed in a deep, blood red glow, like there was a fucking flashlight shining from the inside of him. The glow intensified, and you drew away like you’d been burned. “Baekhyun,” your voice was shaking as you called for him helplessly, a heavy sense of fear settling into your gut, “Baekhyun, what do I do?”

“I don’t know! I’ve never been in a situation like this before!” His voice was panicked and pitchy, cracking every other word like it always did when he was on the verge of losing his shit. “Try s–smacking it or something!” 

“I’m not going to smack it! What if it’s radioactive or something and we blow up!” You hissed back, trying uselessly to wriggle out from underneath the unconscious boy’s suddenly stifling weight. 

“Oh god,” Baekhyun cried out distraughtly, “we’re going to die!” 

You opened your mouth to try and argue, but all at once, the brightness of the glow emulating from the boy’s chest increased tenfold, your eyes burning fiercely from the unexpected intensity, drawing a yell of shock from your lips. 

Okay. So maybe dying was a distinct possibility. 

But just as quickly as it had come, the glow suddenly vanished. “What happened?! What just happened?!” Baekhyun demanded from the front seat, head swinging back and forth frantically between you and the road. You couldn’t bring yourself to form a proper sentence. “Y/n? Y/n?!” 

You stared blankly at the makeshift wrapping you’d made from the sleeves of Baekhyun’s favorite shirt. You found your curiosity getting the better of you. You reached towards the fabric fastened securely around his chest. Slowly, you undid the knot you’d so deliberately made, watching as the sleeves went slack and fell limply across your lap. For a moment, you were at a complete loss for words. 

“I–it’s gone,” you breathed in disbelief, trembling fingers grazing over the smooth expanse of skin that was only seconds ago marred with a deep, jagged wound. 

“What? What’s gone?” Baekhyun questioned, turning around once again. 

“H–how…” you choked on your confusion, head slowly shaking in denial. All at once, a horrible realization struck you. There was no fucking way that it was a human being laying across your lap fucking glowing. Because humans don’t glow. Because humans don’t fall out of strange aircrafts that don’t exist on earth. Because humans don’t magically heal their own wounds. 

So what, the holy hell, was on top of you?

You didn’t have much time to try and process it, because suddenly, there was honking. Loud, incessant honking. When you lifted your head, you were shocked to be blinded by a pair of bright bright headlights. It took you less than a second to process that Baekhyun had swerved to the wrong side of the road and there was a massive truck headed straight for you. 

“Baekhyun the road—!” A scream ripped from your throat. 

His head whipped around, eyes going wide as his lips parted in horror. 

There wasn’t enough time to swerve. 

And for a moment, it was like time slowed down. 

You never could have imagined that your cause of death would be getting flattened by a truck. Damn. You’d really hoped that you would go out with a little more grace than that, preferably from old age. Poison would’ve worked too. How cool would you have sounded? 

But now, when people ask how y/n l/n died— “oh, she was squashed by a semi.” See? It’s just… meh. There just isn’t as much of a kick to it as, “she was mysteriously poisoned one day… people suspect it was the jealous pool boy.” See. That’s much more mysterious, intriguing, and suspenseful. 

Plus, there was always a jealous pool boy in your death fantasies. There’d never been a massive red semi, though. What a shame. 

You closed your eyes, body bracing for the impending impact. 

… but it never came. 

Confusion washed over you as one second after another passed and you didn’t feel your bones being crushed or your body being mangled. Hesitantly, you peeled open an eye. It took you a second to process what had happened, and why there was a dark shadow cast over the car. 

But once you had, for the second time that night, it felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs. 

Looking up through the large sunroof that stretched across the entire top of your car, you were met with the underbelly of a truck. The intricate maze of  grey tubes, oil stained metal, and the insides of massive black tires were unmistakable. It was like it was happening in slow motion. Your eyes followed as the truck gravitated over your car, emulating an eerie red glow, before landing smoothly back on the road one hundred or so feet behind it, driving off like nothing had even happened. 

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, eyes just about ready to pop out of your damn skull. “W– what…” your voice escaped you as less than a whisper, eyes blinking slowly as your brain tried to process what it had just seen. A cold palm pressing against your cheek was what broke you from your stunned trance. Slowly, you turned your head. 

You were in such a state of shock that you couldn’t even bring your stiff body or distraught mind to react to the glowing red eyes that were staring back at you before they fell shut and a pair of warm, plush lips were being pressed to yours. 

Well… fuck. 

You can officially say that this has been the most eventful night of your life.

[witch-hazels-musings]

(Repost bcause idk if the first one was send)

So yeah- I know that the OC event is done (and was on your other account) but I kinda wanted some advice about my little Baby yuan!

(Feel free to skip this ask ofc)

Here is the baby! Yuan, the nationless and visionless (but like the MC can control the element) traveler who have a preference in Inazuma! (She go by she/her!)

She’s mute and have a scar for *suspens reason* (I’m still writing her story lol) and maybe too much shy for her well-being (what weird for a traveler—).

Since she stay most of the time in Inazuma, she particularly know in the nation because she’s nice to do errand for other, even if it’s mean overworking herself (pls save her—). So, lot of coffee is drink .

The baby is haptephobiac (I think it’s spell like that) so every time someone just want to touch her or something else, she will just do the biggest jump because she’s scared ;—;.

I try to write a love story with her and Kazuha because I can and I’m a simp🧍✨. Don’t forget that.

And she looooooooove cat and coffee, and don’t know how to take care of kid, like-— if a kid cry in front of her she will just fix it and be like « How do I stop that? » ( plz someone teach her—)

Look at her gooo 😫✋

Here is what I have who I don’t think will change for the moment!

Feel free to give jugement or just skip it :)!

Have a good day/night !

*kissu* (ig? I’m in a good mood 🧍)

wow! thanks for sharing your OC with me - it sounds like they she is really interesting and fun - having a traveler type character is so versatile that you could put them in almost any situation and they are really great at handling the problem (plus they can have cool elemental changes depending on the vision they use at that time!)

you're drawings of her are adorable and she is mute!? - does she know sign language?

having a relationship with Kazuha is awesome! I hope you enjoy writing your story :) i'm sure you'll have a good time writing out their interactions and relationship! thanks for sharing her :D

[vanilladyfics]

Yakitori Time

Ship: Denki Kaminari x Assumed Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, First Words Soulmate AU

Warnings: Slight sexuality, Mineta mention

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary:  Denki Kaminari, like most people, was born with the first words his soulmate will say to him written on his chest.  The words tell him where he’ll meet his soulmate, just not when.  Denki is not a patient man.

Do not repost.

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“Welcome to Yakitori Time!”

Denki Kaminari had seen the words in the mirror so many times, he could write them backwards.  Ever since quirks first started appearing, more and more people were born with words tattooed across their heart, supposedly guiding people to their soulmates.  Most of his friends had simple, generic greetings.  Every day platitudes that could, and have, mislead people to believing any given stranger could be their destined mate.  Sure, he got teased for it back in middle school, but at least his was unique.  Millions of people were walking around with “Hi” or “Nice to meet you” across their chest with no clue where their soulmate might be, but he had a solid lead.  No doubt those old locker room bullies were just envious he knew where to look, even if it was a grilled chicken place that, last he checked, didn't exist.

Denki turned his phone back on after another grueling library study session with Bakugo.  He had five missed messages, all from Mineta.

What's the name of that chicken place again?

The next message was a selfie of Mineta and half of the shot was taken up by a woman's butt in leggings.  Nice.  He almost missed the sign Mineta was pointing to in the background:  Yakitori Time.  Another shot of just the top of Mineta's head and the sign again, this time with the grand opening banner above.

They'll kick me out if I don't keep eating.  Bring money.  Plz.

“Oi!  What's with the face?”

Denki showed his friend the second picture.  “It's from Mineta.  He found it. Yakitori Time.”  He cradled the phone in his hands, feeling something between awe and disbelief.  No one he knew met their soulmate this young.  He liked girls, he really liked girls, but didn't know what he'd actually do if he had one.

“And you're just standing here?  Didn't take you for a coward.”

The last message was just the address.  He knew the street.  He could be there in ten minutes if he ran.  He ran.

Denki knew the place immediately from the large Grand Opening banner and chicken mascot outside.  He could see just how crowded it was through the glass windows.  Any one of those people could be his destined mate. Denki's mouth felt dry.  He was already sweaty from his sprint from UA and regretted not changing out of his uniform.  He could meet his future wife today with his hair standing on end and his shirt wet with pit stains.  He could still go change.  Come back fresh tomorrow.

Mineta made eye contact through the glass, waving frantically.

Nope.  It was today.

He'd do it fast, like ripping off a bandage.  Denki pushed the double doors open with both hands, the air conditioning blasting cool air on his hot face.

The entire staff greeted him as one, “Welcome to Yakitori Time!”

This was going to be a lot harder than he initially thought.

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Years passed, and everyone at Yakitori Time knew about Chargebolt, the Stun Gun Hero. He stopped by a couple times a week, and the corner table was unofficially dubbed “Denki's table” with autographed pictures of him posing with staff hanging above it.  Some the veteran staff still called him by his first name, and the owner loved the free advertising that came with having his restaurant's name emblazoned across the chest of one of Japan's up-and-coming heartthrob heroes.

Denki was greeted with the familiar chorus of “Welcome to Yakitori Time!” when dropped in after his Saturday patrol, followed by some of the older waitstaff calling out to him by name.  It was nice, having been informally adopted into a found family by so many people.  None of them were the person he'd been hoping to find when he first came by, but he thought, maybe, they were who he needed.

The owner came out and hugged Denki when he approached the front desk.  “How have you been?  We've been getting lonely without you.”

Denki laughed.  The place was so busy he doubted he'd been missed.  “Good, good. Great, actually.  Any newbies for me?”

Since seeing Denki's soulmate tattoo, the owner, Mr. Please-Call-Me-Dad, had taken it upon himself to assign all the new hires to work Denki's table. At first it was exciting, and then mortifying, but now it was... nice, knowing he had someone in his corner, even if it was embarrassing to have all the new employees paraded around him like livestock.  It was probably worse for them.

“Just one.  A real cutie.  Your usual table is taken, but I can put you by the window.”

“Anywhere's fine, Dad.”

Denki took his seat, ignoring the gawkers outside by pretending to read the menu. Only the pictures had changed since the grand opening, and he knew them all by heart.

Denki felt you before he saw you.

“Welcome to Yakitori Time!”

He heard the phrase hundreds of times before, but this time was different.  His quirk discharged slightly, sending electric currents buzzing through his veins and making the hairs on his arms stand on end.  His mouth suddenly felt dry and he was immediately reminded of the nervous, sweaty teenager he was when he first stepped into Yakitori Time.

“--My name's [Y/N] and I'll be your server today.  Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“It's you, isn't it?”

You continued on autopilot, “We have Pepsi products, fresh-brewed iced tea, and our drink specials for today are peach sake and our house white wine.”

“It's you,” Denki smiled, “[Y/N].”

You blinked, truly seeing him for the first time-- his wide, full mouth; his thick, dark lashes; the way his Adam's apple caught on his choker when he spoke. Your heart was running away with you and your brain was struggling to keep up.  “I'm... not on the menu.”

Denki flushed, “No-- I mean, yes!  I mean... the words... on your chest... what do they say?”

“I...”  You placed a hand over your heart, as if to hide the words under your polo.  You could feel your heartbeat thundering.  You knew what they said, but what did he say?  You cursed yourself for not paying more attention.  The man in front of you could have just said the words you waited your whole life to hear and you just missed it? “It's... 'It's you, isn't it.'”  Your eyes stung with tears.  You sniffed, your nose suddenly runny.

You snorted.

He laughed.

Oh God, you just met your soulmate and now you had a giant snot bubble coming out of your nose.

Denki stood, “Can I hug you?”

“I'm snotty.”

“I don't care.” Denki pulled you in as your hands slipped under his hero jacket and up his back.  He hummed contentedly into your hair, “I'd order you, you know.  If you were on the menu.”

You laughed into his chest, “You're a total dork.  I bet you have hundreds of those lines.”

“Millions.  All for you.”  Cameras flashed.  He'd pose for another photo for the wall and sign autographs later.  This moment was yours.

[amelialincoln]

Prompt: Can you please do a fic with Meredith and Maggie meeting the baby? Plz don’t forget to like and repost my fics if you enjoy, it makes all the difference! Also, please keep sending prompts and any questions. They make my day! Hope this lived up to expectations!💕

Guaranteed

Amelia was in awe of the tiny baby lying on her bare chest, his little head peeking through the neckline of her thin hospital gown. This baby was alive and breathing and not going to live for only forty-three minutes. She didn’t know whether she was relieved by this idea or even more scared, knowing that this baby would be a product of her own parenting.

“Hey, Mommy,” Link said softy, his forehead resting on the doorway as if he’d been standing there awhile. “You okay?”

“We’re good,” she answered before shrugging. “I can’t seem to get him to latch.”

“The nurse came?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “He was good for a bit but then stopped the minute that she left. I haven't been able to get him on since.”

“He’s sleeping?” Link asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, gazing down at the little resting infant on her chest. “He seems alright.”

“Maybe, he’s just not hungry.”

“Maybe.” Link moved to the bed, kissing her forehead and reaching behind her ear to tug at the elastic holding her hair in place. The chocolate curls came tumbling down from the loose bun.

“There we go.” He smiled. “I’m a lucky guy.” He met her deep blue eyes with a lopsided grin.

“I’ve never felt better in my life, sweaty and exhausted. Not to mention the horror movie scene going on below the covers.”

“They stitched you up?”

“While you were gone. Nothing like getting your vagina sutured without pain meds.”

“Amelia—” Link winced.

“Yeah, just you finally think the pain is over they inform you that they have to suture up all the perineal lacerations caused by your six foot two boyfriend’s baby coming out of your five foot three girlfriend’s vagina.” Link chucked, pulling Amelia’s hospital gown neckline towards him as he peeked at the little baby sleeping on her chest. “He wouldn’t fall sleep unless it was skin to skin contact. I had to take him out of his onesie and everything. You missed a lot of crying.”

“My kinda guy. Doesn’t settle for anything less than the skin to skin stuff.”

“Link.” Amelia rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn.

“You tired, babe? Want me to take him?” Link offered.

“Sure, but if he has a meltdown I’m leaving.”

“Oh so every time our baby cries, from now on, you’re just walking out?” He teased. “Don’t worry he knows his daddy.” As Link rolled up her gown and lifted the baby into his arms Amelia was shocked to see that he didn’t even stir. Instead, he only burrowed into Link’s chest further and babbled sleepily. “See? Daddy’s boy.” To which Amelia rolled her eyes. “Meredith and Maggie we’re asking about you and the baby. I told them I’d ask to see if you were up for a visit.”

Amelia’s eyes widened. “I completely forgot. Of course they can come meet him. It’s probably a good time since he seems so relaxed now.” She reached for her phone and sent a quick text to their sister group chat. “I’ll just get changed and maybe take a shower. Are they still at the hospital?”

“I’m not sure. They were in the attending lounge when I saw them. They could’ve gone home but I’m not sure.”

“Okay, well tell them I’m showering if they come and will be right out.” She leaned over to give their little boy a kiss on the forehead and Link a quick one on the lips. She entered the small bathroom attached to their room. Happy to get out of the thin and uncomfortable material of the hospital gown, she undressed quickly before stealing a look at herself in the mirror. She frowned as she studied her reflection. Her chest was enlarged, swollen and tender to the touch. Most likely from the failed attempts to get Jake to nurse. She ignored her stomach and was surprised to find her vaginal area discoloured with bruising. With Christopher her labor had been debatably easier and had experienced bruising but nothing like she was witnessing at that moment. Shrugging she turned on the shower and stepped in. She wasn’t shocked to find bleeding, which was minimal and normal.

She soothed her greasy scalp with the fragranceless shampoo and conditioner in the shower before washing the rest of her body cautiously and stepping out of the shower. She used the pathetically small towel hung up on the ring beside her before pulling on the pyjamas that Link had packed her. They’d decided on Jake Derek Lincoln after not only Addison’s husband, but the man who helped Amelia through her first pregnancy. Derek after the obvious. They’d talked about hyphenating their last names but it just seemed like too much of a mouthful and Amelia had made him promise that if he ever hurt her that she’d force him to sign off for it to be Shepherd immediately. To which he’d laughed before shrugging and saying that it didn’t matter that much to him anyways. When she opened the bathroom door she was surprised to find Meredith and Maggie in the hospital bed. Link glanced up at her from his chair.

“Still doing okay, babe?”

“All good,” she sighed, moving to the edge of the bed.

“Sorry, we couldn’t go home before seeing the baby. Maggie’s been complaining all day,” Meredith grumbled, a hint of joy, however, behind her eyes.

“I would’ve said you could come earlier—”

“It was worth it,” Maggie interrupted softy, her eyes not moving from the little bundle in her arms. “Hi baby. Have you guys decided on a name?”

“Jake Derek Lincoln, for now.” Amelia answered, narrowing her eyes at Link who chuckled.

“Until I screw up apparently,” Link teased, patting his lap for Amelia to come sit.

“Are you guys staying the night?” Meredith asked, eyeing the neurosurgeon’s obvious discomfort as she lowered herself slowly onto his lap. “Sorry, Amelia, come sit on the bed.” Amelia put a hand up and shook her head before leaning comfortably onto Link’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her legs up carefully.

“I’m trying to get Carina to let me go home. I feel almost safer in the presence of all of you than here,” she joked. “I just want to sleep in my own bed and we already have the crib set up and everything. Though, I doubt he’ll be leaving our arms for at least tonight.”

“Fair enough. You’re lucky your room is still yours. Since you’ve been at Link’s apartment so often Zola’s been begging for your room.” Meredith smiled before lifting the baby from Maggie’s arms and into hers.

“Hey...” Maggie whined. “I can go talk to Carina and then we could all leave together. We’re off until tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” Amelia nodded thankfully.

Prying the baby out of Maggie and Meredith’s grasp was almost impossible. Amelia had finally fallen asleep on the couch and Link has been attempting to convince them to give the baby up for the last half hour.

“You are the perfect baby,” Maggie cooed. She wasn’t wrong. Jake had hardly stirred other than to open his big blue eyes and gurgle happily, maybe grasping a finger before falling back into a motionless sleep. Although, to Amelia’s disappointment, was still having trouble relieving her of her swollen and sore chest.

“He has been pretty great today,” Link chuckled, running a hand distractedly through Amelia’s hair and wishing they could be upstairs so that he could be holding her and their newborn son. “I think they’re both pretty tired so we should probably head up now.”

“I could do this all night,” Meredith smiled, recalling on her days with Ellis curled up in her arms as Jake was now. “It’s weird to think these days are over...but probably for the best,” she laughed softy before handing Link his little boy.

“Thank you guys. Jake is really lucky to have a family like this to grow up in.” He was reminded of how little love had been shared between his parents during his childhood and promised silently to never raise his child the same way. As he glanced over at Amelia, sleeping soundlessly in his lap, he knew that it wouldn’t be difficult. “Hey babe,” Amelia yawned, her eyes opening into slivers. “Time to go upstairs. I’d carry you up but I don’t think I could manage you and the baby.”

“I guess those days are over,” Amelia mumbled tiredly.

“Goodnight, Amelia,” Maggie said as her and Meredith watched the two make their way out of the living room.”

“I can’t promise the kids won’t be all over the both of you tomorrow,” Meredith called. “They’ve been asking me about their new cousin constantly for the last couple of weeks. I’ll try to keep them at bay so that you can get some rest.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Amelia sleepily answered.

Once they were upstairs it took all of Amelia’s effort not to crawl into bed. She left Link to change Jake’s diaper and get him into pyjamas and walked into the bathroom. She changed into a loose pair of black shorts and an oversized t shirt. After washing her face, she examined the blood situation and returned to the room to find Link fast asleep with Jake babbling happily on his chest, playing with his father’s hair. “Oh so now you’re awake.” Amelia sighed. She lifted the baby into her arms and winced as Jake applied direct pressure on her chest.

“Usually when you complain about being sore a message helps,” Link teased, woken up by her groan.

“You’re not coming anywhere near my boobs for a very long time if this guy can’t get it together,” Amelia sighed.

“Well in that case let’s figure this out,” He smiled, pulling Amelia in between his legs and resting her back on his stomach. “I asked the nurse for some tips before leaving and she said you just have to try and cup it like this.” He wrapped an arm around her helping to guide Jake. “There we go buddy. Now here, Amelia, give me your hand. Like this, babe.”

“Oh,” she murmured as Jake finally latched on. “Why did you let me suffer through hours before telling me this.”

“Meredith and Maggie—”

“Could’ve waited!” Amelia exclaimed. Link laughed, burrowing his face in her neck apologetically and breathing in the sweetness of her perfume. Amelia relaxed into him. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” It wasn’t long before Amelia nodded off. Link removed the satisfied baby from her arms. Careful to not wake Amelia, he set Jake down, removing his scrubs and changing into a new pair boxers before crawling into bed. Not wanting to put Jake in his crib just yet, he placed the sleeping baby on Amelia, who cradled him in her sleep and wrapped his arms around her. Completely content with watching the both of them resting, he knew, that for himself, it would be a sleepless night.

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