#now you are healthy and you can breathe. think about every bad thing you did in the past and try to forgive yourself. try to forgive others

[oatbugs]

somehow i do a lot and also i do nothing at all .

[chronically-ghosted]

i wonder if you stopped his world like you did mine

rating: teen

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

word count: 5K

summary: watching the woman he loves be with someone else is killing him, but for your sake, he manages. But when Benny's birthday loosens him up, he can't help but bear his soul over a phone call. Too bad you don't pick up and he's forced to leave the evidence in a voicemail.

tags/warnings: pining, light angst, idiots in love, country music as a catalyst, romance, tw alcohol, tw drinking, hangovers, ultimately very fluffy

a/n: Happy Valentine's Day @toomanystoriessolittletime! I hope you receive and give all the love you need and want! I've had this idea for a while, but once I saw that Frankie was your fave, I knew I had to do it!

one day i’m gonna do the series of all of my favorite country songs with a Pedro boy. This is one of them: Singles You Up by Jordan Davis. Had thoughts of Me and My Kind by Cody Johnson for our ever-fantastic Jack Daniels and Hurricane by Luke Combs for Joel. One day, my loves, one day. 

🤍Masterlist | Frankie Morales Masterlist

Frankie Morales has a problem.

Given the life expectancy in his line of work – all things considered – it really wasn’t that bad of a problem. Sure, his knees were busted, his shoulder aches when it was cold out, and his ex keeps hounding him for money he doesn’t have. But on the flipside, his little family unit of friends and brothers united by combat are (mostly) all alive and healthy. He has a steady job and his little girl, whom he loves and adores, thinks the sun shines out of his ass. All things considered, there’s not much else he can ask for. He’s far better off than some of the men and women at Will’s talks, or in Santiago’s field teams. 

So – really, truly, seriously – all things considered . . .  he can’t classify this as a bad problem.

In fact, this is a problem he would willingly have. Gladly even. Not quite joyously, but if it’s a choice between this problem and not having the problem at all, he will choose having this consistent, thorny, kind-of-hurts-to-breathe-sometimes problem every single time.

And right now, it’s wearing a dress.

Uh, well, you’re wearing a dress. An off-white, hinging-on-cream, dress that sits above your knees, cuts flat and wide across your chest, and puffs out into cotton sleeves that remind him of those conchas his abuela used to make. Sweet, fluffy, and absolutely forbidden. 

Until the time is right, at least. His abuela always made him wait to eat until the time was right.

He calls it – you – a problem, when in fact, it’s the opposite of a problem. There is nothing he would ever want to change about the warm, engulfing feeling that starts somewhere in his stomach and rises like conchas up his spine until it’s somewhere in his ribs, then under his breastbone, right by his –

He would kill anyone who tried to take that feeling away from him. It’s when he feels most alive, most present, most out of his head – like these things in the dark and sleeping corners of his mind that nip and bite at him can’t find him. He’s thrown them off his scent in his search for you and, even for a brief moment, he can step into the light.

There is no problem, in how you look tonight, how you look every night, with your bright shining smile, sweet-smelling hair, cowboy boots, glass of whiskey – you had such a fantastic taste in –

Wait. 

That’s not whiskey. Not even a whiskey glass. 

That’s –

“White wine?” Benny yelps as he leans forward and his chair legs clatter against the concrete floor. “If that’s Moscato, I’m calling the cops because you’ve been replaced by an equally hot body double.”

You roll your eyes as you sit down and take a long drink from your glass, as if to make a point. Frankie’s eyes are drawn to where your dress hangs over your crossed legs, exposing the curve of your thigh. 

“It’s not fucking Moscato, Benjamin,” you say, eyes narrowed, completely side-stepping his compliment, like you always do. “It’s Chardonnay. Nick recognized the vineyard on the menu so he recommended it. Thought I’d give it a try, because I like trying something new, Benjamin.”

He rolls those beautiful blue eyes and leans forward towards you at the table, that grin that brings grown women to their knees plastered across his face. He knocks back his cowboy hat with a tap of his knuckle. 

“Well, excuse the fuck outta me.”

“The fuck outta you is excused.”

You tug his hat back down over his face, smirking back at him, just as Nick saunters over – with what looks to be a wine glass of his own. 

Okay, in hindsight, you’re not the problem. 

His real fucking problem is Nick. 

Your boyfriend. 

Frankie, who has decided to only drink beer around you since The Almost Incident, takes three long pulls so he doesn’t have to watch Nick and his stupid hands slide across your exposed back and sit down in Santi’s empty chair. 

“Happy Birthday, man, thanks for inviting me out.” Nick says briefly, raising his glass to Benny. “But I gotta say, I was a little worried when my girl here said your party was gonna be at a country dance hall. I’ve never been to one of these. I had to buy cowboy boots just for the occasion.”

He sticks his leg out, and rotates his gator-skin boot back and forth as if to illustrate how important to him this whole thing is. 

But Benny doesn’t look down, doesn’t approve the boots, or Nick’s attempt at fitting in. Instead, he just smirks, his smile growing fat and lazy, a bit of the warmth fading from his blue eyes.

“Your first time at a cowboy hoe-down? I had no idea.” 

Nick grins, because he doesn’t know Benny well enough to see the dig for what it is. But you do. You know him and you know he’s ragging on your boyfriend. You narrow your eyes and shame coats Frankie’s chest. Because he knows also Benny and he knows why he’s giving Nick such a hard time.

See, the problem isn’t you, or even your boyfriend – not really. 

Nick is actually a decent guy. He treats you right, if a little delicately, but he buys you drinks, takes you places Frankie could never afford, in a car Frankie could never ever afford. Sometimes, you’ll say something, or tell a story and it’s obvious Nick doesn’t really understand you or your jokes, but he smiles along anyway. He makes good money and supposedly he keeps in touch with his mom. Nick is the kind of guy any brother would want his sister to date.

So the problem isn’t that Nick is a bad boyfriend, but that he’s your boyfriend.

The problem that Frankie Morales has is that he is painfully, achingly, in love with you.

And he’s your friend.

Maybe that would change, if he ever could work up the guts to say something. For fuck’s sake, he’s killed people – asking you out can’t be that much worse (as Santi often reminds him). But if the guys you’re into are like Nick, or even Nick-adjacent, then what fucking chance does he have? He never thought money was important to you, but apparently it is and that’s something he definitely can’t give you.

Or maybe you like the stability of a high-paying job with fucking miraculous health-care. And that’s two things more he can’t offer: stability and health-care. 

So, maybe, maybe his problem isn’t with you or Nick or the fact that Nick is your boyfriend. It’s that he never could be. He, with one failed marriage already behind him and a coke rap sheet, has nothing to give you . . .

And you deserve the world.

You deserve more than he can offer you. You deserve better than him.

That’s his real fucking problem. And one he can't ever fix.

Will couldn’t get off work to come to this, so he owed Benny a beer and a nice steak dinner – according to Benny. Santi, despite absolutely swearing up and down for a week he wouldn’t be caught dead in cowboy boots and a hat, showed up tonight in full gear, belt-buckle included because he lost a bet with Benny over the Thursday night game. Santi, like everything else in his life, researched the hell out of the two teams, their past history, older statistics of both the players and the coach. He was confident, so confident, that he put his pride on the line. 

Never a good idea with Benny Miller. 

I don’t know, Benny said at the sports bar when his team was whooping Santi’s team’s ass, I just had a good feeling. Presumably, Santi did three shots before leaving and with another two in his system at the bar, all anger and frustration and embarrassment and inhibition had melted away and now Santi was doing what Santi did best, especially when drunk: dancing with beautiful women.

“The son of a bitch can dance, I’ll give him that. ” Benny muses as the three of you watch Santi, who despite having been taught the moves three minutes ago by two gorgeous blondes, complete a perfect line dance of Copperhead Road. 

“Oh, shit, I could never do that.” Nick shakes his head. “Not even after a hundred classes.”

“Ah, I find that hard to believe, Nicky Boy. You seem like a natural,” Benny smirks over the lip of his beer bottle. He finds Frankie’s eyes and winks. 

You are not amused. You glare at him over Nick’s shoulder for the second time tonight. 

“It’s really not that hard,” you smile tightly and squeeze Nick’s shoulder. “I can teach you.” 

“Oh, yeah, don’t you know your girl here?” Benny leans back in his chair, balancing against the rung of Nick’s chair by the ball of his foot. “She used to put all of us to shame. Dancing the night away, leading the crowd in line dancing. In fact, if I remember correctly, she and Frankie used to get into all sorts a-trouble on the dance floor. Isn’t that right, Frankie?”

Now he drew a glare from you and Frankie. 

Don’t, man, just don’t. 

Benny shrugs, swallowing his smirk with another sip of beer, hands raised. Just trying to help out. 

Over the speakers, the song winds to a close and the crowd does their final spin. Across the dance floor, Santi bows, his hat sweeping the floor, to both of the girls who giggle like high schoolers. 

“I’m gonna go get Boot Scootin’ Boogie over there some water before he up-chucks all over those nice ladies.” Benny stands and fixes his hat. “You guys want anything?”

Frankie shakes his head, his own hat that Benny insisted he wear, making the line of sweat across his forehead itch. You and Nick decline as well. You’ve barely even touched your drink, Frankie notes with a certain level of satisfaction. 

As Benny walks towards the bar, the next song starts up and you let out a squeal. Bring on The Good Times has been one of your favorite songs since college. And Frankie should know – he introduced it to you. 

“This one is the best! A classic!” You grab Nick’s forearm, but he almost immediately pulls it back. 

“Ah, babe, my first line dance is not gonna be in front of strangers! I’ll embarrass you and me. Why don’t you ask Frankie?”

Fuck, why could Nick just be a raging, flaming asshole? This would be so much fucking easier. 

Frankie swallows his beer empty, an excuse for a refill prepped. He hates cowboy hats, but he’d fucking set fire to the sky for Benny – he just hopes he immolates himself in the process. The giant brim makes him feel like he’s got a neon sign over his head that blinks, I Am A Giant Dork. Only further proven if he gets anywhere near that dance floor with his two left feet. 

Your eyes are unreadable as he tries to coax your boyfriend into taking you dancing.

“Nah, man, you got this. Your girl’s a great teacher.” By some cowboy miracle, his voice is steady as he says those two words. On the table, your fingers curl in, your wine glass still untouched.

Nick makes a face, eyes flitting back and forth to the dancers as they start the dance.

“My feet are already killing me in these new boots. Besides, this isn’t really my song.”

Over his shoulder, you find Frankie’s eyes. He knows that look on you – he knows everything about you – and you’re trying to hide how hurt you are.

He’s on his feet before he knows what he’s doing.

You and Nick stare up at him, surprised by how he practically bounded to his feet. 

The sweat at the ring of his hat runs down the back of his neck. Frankie does the only thing halfway-normal and extends his hand.

“Alright, princesa, I’ll fill out your dance card.”

He doesn’t care, or even really register, the darkly confused frown Nick sends him when you stand up, take his hand, and smile at him. He feels warm all the way up to his chest. 

“Thanks, Frankie. Let’s boogie.” 

That was a mistake.

This whole fucking night is a mistake. God help him, he loves Benny like a brother but he should have just said no and promised to take him out later like Will. He would have bought Benny any drink, any ridiculous chicken wing plate he wanted if Frankie didn’t have to be here, right now. 

Because right now, right now, that wall of self-control that he uses to stem the reservoir, to stem the flow of whatever you cause to pour out of him, it’s leaking. It’s busted holes and now he’s drenched with it – with the scent of you, with the memory of hair down the length of your neck, the heat of your skin overworked and flushed, the sweet taste of your breath in his mouth when you leaned forward, into his space, his senses, and whispered,

“C’mon, Frankie, you’re a better dancer than this.”

But in his defense, he couldn’t feel his feet, much less make them move when he watched you with your skirt rucked up high in your fists, your cowboy boots kicking like fish in a stream, and that smile – that fucking smile – brighter and sweeter than all the whiskey in the world. 

C’mon, Frankie, you’re a better dancer than this

C’mon, Frankie, you’re better than this.

C’mon, Frankie, tell me you love me.

Kiss me, Frankie. Kiss me now.

His restraint, his resolve that he will never, ever have you – he can feel it throb beneath his palms. Shudder and wobble under the thundering of his heart. It’s so close to breaking. Too close. This is why he doesn’t drink anything harder than beer around you. This is why he rarely drinks around you at all. 

When Nick finally calls it a night because he’s already got a blister from the new boots, you don’t put up much of a fight. You’ve danced with Benny, you’ve danced with Santi and his gaggle of girls, Nick himself went up for a slow dance or two.

Frankie only ever asked for one. 

He knows he disappointed you, has been disappointing you because you can feel him layering you away, brick by brick by brick. One of his oldest and longest friends, barely visible now, and he’s going over it with caulk to make sure you can’t touch this fragile, weak, emaciated thing he calls a heart. 

The instant you walk out of the bar, Nick’s arm across your tense shoulders, he all but rushes for the bar. 

“Six tequila shots, please.”

You wake up where you went to sleep: curled up on your couch, your giant Florida Gators blanket wrapped around you like a mentally-supportive straight-jacket, with Golden Girls reruns on the TV. The empty bottle of 19 Crimes explains the sticky, dry feeling in your mouth and the thundering headache accompanying swollen eyes and cheeks. You’d rather get hit by a train than have to move out of this position, but Nick has always been punctual.

Which, you assume, extends to picking up his stuff from your apartment first thing in the morning, his final threat that ended your conversation last night. 

The sooner, the better, you mother fucker. 

You blindly grab around for your phone, knowing that it’s most likely shoved into the deepest cracks of your couch, hoping against hope Panera delivers on a Saturday morning. There’s a distinct possibility you might start swinging if Nick shows up before you get a baguette and a coffee into your system. 

The things he said about Benny and Santi last night on the drive home. This break up was a long time coming, but fuck, if this is what he’d been sitting on about your friends, what the fuck did he actually think of you? 

And the things he implied about Frankie – how Frankie was in love with you and you were willingly not seeing it – ridiculous.

You fight the rancid taste of hope that anything Nick implied about Frankie might even remotely be true when you close your fingers around the shape of your phone at the far end of the couch. 

22%

Just enough to order then yeet this fucking thing into another room because there is no way in hell you are answering Nick’s calls.

But, as you scroll through your notifications, maybe you should have answered Frankie’s.

He had called sporadically, starting about two hours after you and Nick had left the dance hall, all the way until four in the morning. 

One text at 1AM: com e hang out wit us.i mis s you u 

You smile, despite the obviously drunken text. Frankie rarely texted, only if it was dire need – and apparently, you continuing to party with the boys at 1AM was very, very dire. Judging by the eight missed calls.

Eight missed calls, but only one voicemail. 

Like you’re about to settle down for some good TikTok scrolling, you lean back into the pillows, rubbing your eyes to clear the hazy fog, and press play. 

First, there’s noise. Lots of it. Country music and people laughing and singing. Clearly still at the dance hall. You wish for a minute it is a video instead because you’d pay hand over fist to see those guys falling all over each other.

But then comes Santi. Over the years, you’d picked up some Spanish here and there, mostly enough not to embarrass yourself if you ever went to Miami. 

But whatever Santi is saying, you’re not entirely sure it is Spanish, or any human language. 

“Comotuamiga, teruegoqueselodigas porfavornopuedo hacerestopormucho mástiempo. Estaríasmásfeliz y ellaestaríamásfeliz. Nomemiresasí, sabesqueloúnico quequiereesqu labeses y la beses y luegohagasotrascosas – ¡Estúpido! ¿La llamaste?”

There’s a shuffling, hushed voices, the music still far too loud to make anything out.

“Déjame en paz, dude.” Frankie. Frankie, very very very drunk. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna say – voy a decirle. Ella lo sabrá. She’ll get it. I know–,”

“Then say something now because you’re leaving a voicemail!”

“Ah, mierda – um, baby?”

In two words and two filler words, Frankie’s whole demeanor changes. You can almost picture him curled around the phone, his hand cradling the phone to his ear as he rests his head against a wall. 

“Baby, listen – fuck, sorry, I’m starting all wrong. I shouldn’t even call you that – I shouldn’t call you ‘baby’ because you’re not mine. You’re not my baby or anyone else’s because you’re so fucking independent and I love that about you but I wish you were. Mine, I mean. Not a baby.”

You don’t even remember sitting up, but your feet are on the ground. You’ve dropped the phone onto the table in front of you, staring at it as if it’s been dripping poison into your ear. Your heart is pounding. 

There’s silence from Frankie for a second, the music still loud, but it’s dampened. You can hear Frankie breathing, swallow, and start again.

“You looked so fuckin’ good tonight. You look good every night but fuck, baby, that dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Even for a second . . . he doesn’t tell you that you look so fucking good enough, you know? You should hear it all the time. I wanna tell you – tell you all the time – he didn’t say it once. Not once and that’s a fucking crime. He makes you drink white wine when I know you fucking hate it – I know you, baby. I know you more than I know myself because you’re all I fucking think about. You’re in here, all the time, all up in my chest, my throat, my gut – and you can have it. You can have it. You can have all of me, if you just . . .”

His voice breaks and your fingers clench around the edge of the cushion. 

“If you just . . . look, I know this is so fucking outta line and I wanna say it to your face and I’m gonna but . . . when that fuckin’ moron forgets how good he has it, I’m gonna be there. Gonna be right there. Because –,”

And then like someone shoved a speaker right up against Frankie’s phone, as clear as day, you hear Benny yell:

“IF HE AIN’T HOLDING YOU TIGHT, IF HE AIN’T TREATIN’ YOU RIGHT, I’MA BE THE FIRST ONE CALLIN’ HIM CRAAAZY–,”

“Benny, fuck off!”

And then the call drops, along with it your stomach. In fact, it slides out of your body, slouches off the couch and melts into the floor.

Oh, Frankie, do you even mean a word of it?

The hangover rubbing your nerves raw, tears spring into your eyes, the silence and fear and terrible hope tightening like a band around your head and infinitely increasing the pressure in your temples. You want to cry but your eyes already feel too puffy. 

You’re stuck, frozen by every single possible outcome or single next step spinning out like chaotic webbing you can easily catch yourself on. 

This was a mistake, it had to be. He didn’t mean to call your phone. He had accidentally called you when he meant to call another girl . . . also with a boyfriend named Nick. Frankie, sweet Frankie, who you’ve all but outright begged to take an interest in you – said it with your eyes hundreds of times – Frankie couldn’t actually have feelings for you.

Not like you had for him. Not like the ones you’ve slowly plucked out of your ribs over the years because god, even just looking at him seared a scar across your heart. 

Fuck. Fuck!

You snatch up your phone, wiping your teary eyes and frantically hoping he might have said a name or anything – he couldn’t possibly have meant you – when three loud bangs on your front door sends your phone into the air and your heart into your throat.

The way he calls your name is frantic, verging on hysterical. In a daze, you glance at the clock. 9:04. Frankie’s had about four hours of sleep, if any at all.

“Please, open the door! We gotta talk – there’s something – there’s something on your phone you shouldn’t hear – please, baby, open up –,”

You stare at the phone on your floor. 

Don’t they always say you can’t tell the moments that irrevocably change your life until after they’re gone?

Not this time.

You open the door and either way, everything changes. 

“C’mon, please, let me explain.” His voice has quieted, no longer shaking, softer as though wounded. “Just five minutes and I’m gone. I swear. We can forget the whole thing –,”

You open the door to a hungover Frankie Morales, still in the same outfit you saw him last in, but his eyes are rimmed with black circles, his patchy beard even more patchy as if he had rubbed the bristle clean off. He reeks of beer, peanuts, and cigarette smoke. His shirt is loose, wrinkled, his belt isn’t even on all the way, and he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“What if I don’t want to forget it, Frankie?”

You see the realization strike him through the eyes, the throat, the chest, his gut, his brown eyes swimming with shame and horror. He leans over as if kicked and presses a hand against your doorway. His thumb rubs the corner and he swallows.

“So you listened to it already?”

“Yeah, I did.” He closes his eyes briefly, hanging his head, every apology in every language he knows sitting right behind his teeth. “But did you hear what I said?”

He frowns at you through those thick eyebrows. “What?”

“When I opened the door, did you hear what I said?”

“You said –,” that beautiful bottom lip parts from its sensual top and Frankie blinks at you. The oily blackness of shame has evaporated from his eyes, but that stormy fear rages on. 

You inhale, breath getting caught on every knot in your spine, and step back.

“We need to talk.” 

He glances once over his shoulder, as if taking in the hallway to your apartment for the last time, and he steps inside. Immediately his height and broadness fill out every empty space in your tiny living room and you’re launched back into the memory of when the boys came over for Christmas and there was hardly enough room for anyone, but somehow you all made it work and after four rounds of DDR, everyone was so tired and drunk, you passed out pillows and blankets and you spent your first adult Christmas at what could have been mistaken for a thirteen year old’s slumber party. It was one of the happiest times of your life.

His thick fingers clench and unclench when Frankie spies your phone on the floor, like a bomb waiting to go off. 

Your brain struggles to default to hostess mode because you can’t think of anything to say.

Do you want coffee?

Do you want some cereal? 

Do you want to– 

“Tell me what happened last night.” You surprise yourself, Frankie, and your whirring brain by cutting right to it. As with the first question when you opened the door to him, there’s something inside of you that has taken on wings, spread them wide, and threatens to soar out of your body. Frankie’s here, he’s here, and he said he wants you –

He called you baby.

You breathe in, trying to scrape up some courage from the bottom of your lungs, wishing in the back of your mind under everything else that you’d chosen literally anything else to go to bed in than your Tweedie Bird shirt from Six Flags. 

“I don’t understand, Frankie. Please help me understand.” 

With a monumental sigh, he rubs his wide hand across his face and up into his hair, his other hand lifting his cap up off his head so his fingers can dig into his curls. It’s only then that you realize Benny’s cowboy hat he wore last night is gone and his tried and true Standard Oil ball cap is back. Meaning he must have gone home at some point. When did he realize (or remember) that he’d left you that voicemail? 

“I’m gonna get my ass kicked,” he murmurs, eyes darting like a fox to your bedroom door. “Maybe that’s exactly what I deserve.”

“He’s not here.” This great thing arcs between you, the emptiness a presence and clarity all at the same time. 

“What do you mean? Where is he?”

“We broke up.”

“When? Why?”

“Last night, after we left the bar. We got into an argument. He doesn’t like the way . . .”

Frankie – physically, mentally, emotionally, fundamentally – overwhelms you. He’s across the room in an instant, closer than you think he’s ever been before. But maybe this is the first and only time you’ve ever allowed yourself to enjoy it. Revel in his closeness and let this caged feeling in your chest break free. You touch his chest with the flat of your palm, the size of it, the breadth of him, staggering. You literally feel weak at the knees. 

“He doesn’t like the way what?” His voice luxuriates in his throat – warm, deep. He sounds like what you imagine a hot spring feels like against your skin.

“He didn’t like the way I looked at you.” Your fingers make circles where they did into his shirt. His hands have found their way, after all this time, to your waist. “The way I always look at you, Frankie.”

His breath, subsequent to the ghost of his lips, across your forehead is so gentle it makes you close your eyes, to block out one sense to encourage another. 

You feel him swallow even though he’s a foot away from you.

“Why –,” he stops, and starts again, just like on the phone call, “why do you look at me . . . when you have him?”

“Oh, Frankie.” His grip on your waist tightens as if you’re about to disappear forever. “I took him because I can’t have you.” 

You blame the tears on the hangover, the headache, and the way he takes your chin between his thumb and knuckle. 

Grateful.

He’s looking at you, eyes soft, mouth curved into a disbelieving smile, with gratitude. 

“He’s the furthest thing from you because I tried to get you out of my system – I did – I promise. I can’t lose our friendship, Frankie, but it’s killing me . . . not having you. Nick said it was obvious the way I felt about you and that was a problem for our relationship, so he tried to make me choose between you and him and every time, without a doubt, I’ll always choose–,”

This is the right time, he supposes. 

Hand over your cheek, he holds you still in silence to press his mouth to yours. The final word of your sentence dies on his tongue, muffled by a soft groan of surprise. Your breath is terrible, your skin is oily and damp, he knows he stinks like the bottom of a wet bar, but he can’t find himself to care. Your mouth opens to take him and the hand on your cheek sinks to your neck as you both move past the initial shock of I’m finally getting to do this and you’re not pulling away and into an actual, proper, deep kiss that sends sparks into his toes. Your tongue marks the bottom of his mouth, your arms going around his neck like you want more – you need more – and Frankie pulls back.

Not only because he’s slightly dizzy but because he a) won’t fuck you for the first time on your living room floor and b) absolutely will not do it hungover. 

“Breakfast. Do you like . . . uhm, breakfast?” He can’t quite focus on a single spot on your face, eyes half-lidded and gaze blurred.

You giggle, letting his beard tickle your nose as you sneak your face into his neck. He sways a bit with you, his arms around your back, and you don’t think he’s even realizing what he’s doing.

“Yes, Frankie. I like breakfast. I eat it almost every day, in fact.”

He grunts, neck suddenly flushed, embarrassed. “Sorry, I mean –,”

“I know what you mean, baby.” You lean back and run your fingers through the thatch of curls at the back of his neck. Both of you are so grimy but you can’t care. “I’d love breakfast.”

Frankie smiles his Frankie smile and the thing in your chest is illuminated in gold. 

“How do you feel about conchas?” 

Translations:

Como tu amiga, te ruego que se lo digas. Por favor, no puedo hacer esto por mucho más tiempo. Estarías más feliz y ella estaría más feliz. No me mires así, sabes que lo único que quiere es que la beses y la beses y luego hagas otras cosas. = As your friend, I beg you to tell her. Please, I can't do this for much longer. You would be happier and she would be happier. Don't look at me like that, you know all she wants is for you to kiss her and kiss her and then do other things.

¡Estúpido! ¿La llamaste? = Idiot! Did you call her?

Déjame en paz. Voy a decirle. Ella lo sabrá. = Leave me alone. I am going to tell her. She will know.

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stray kids' reaction to finding their s/o walking around the apartment half-naked for the first time

genre: general, crack, fluff

warnings: mentions of partial nudity, not proofread

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bangchan

will literally look at you like 👀 and go 'oooOooooo' but tries not to embarrasses you too much. obviously he will tease you but not really to a big extent, because otherwise he would be a hypocrite. he literally walks around half naked whenever he gets the chance much to his roommates dismay so really, who is he to judge?

minho

there is a heavy silence in which he just blinks repetitively, in his usual perplexed manner. then he will hum and shrug, carrying on with whatever he is doing. inside he's probably freaking out, just a little bit. but outside he's got the same, nonchalant expression on his face, perhaps to make you feel more at ease than himself.

changbin

not a very big deal to him at all. there's nothing he hasn't seen before, hehe. he views it like... if you were at the beach, this wouldn't be an issue. but still, if, when you do see him come in, feel a little uncomfy about him being there while your in that state for whatever reason, he will get out of the room and make you something to eat or something. no biggy!

hyunjin

will make a dramatic scene about it. will most definitely scream at the top of his lungs like he has seen a ghost which deeply offends you, so he earns a tremendously slap on the arm which makes him lmeven louder and more dramatic about it ugh idk he's a whole mess. probably yells "my eyes!" like a cartoon character and covers is eyes with his fists. so supportive 🙄

jisung

his mouth is to the floor before he let's out a momentary awkward chuckle and adverts his gaze. tries to distract himself but let's face it, all he really wants to do is touch and be near you, as always. that's all he ever wants to do, to be honest, fully clothed or not. will melt if you instigate any affection towards him like this <3333 he's just down bad so have fun with that.

felix

he's super respectful. when he sees you in such a state, he covers his eyes with one hand or adverts his gaze, removing himself from the situation immediately. he's a little angel, can you expect anything less of him? he will mentally scold himself for not being more cautious and aware beforehand, feeling bad for making things potentially awkward.

seungmin

indifferent. on the out side, at least. he's as cool as a cucumber, but the moment you tell him to leave and stop observing you this was, he goes to the bathroom and let's out a huge breath. yeah he's panicking. not sure how to move or act or speak or feel. all over the place. but comes out of the bathroom like he hasn't given himself a 15 minute pep talk about the whole thing.

jeongin

the moment he sees you half naked, his whole earth shatters like damn why did he have to see you like this because now all he is thinking about is where and where not to look. wants to be as respectful as possible so just sort of stares at every inanimate object possible until you tell him it's okay to look.

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Am I the only one who’s feeling Eunseok more these days? Just thinking about doctor eunseok taking extra care of you. All the extra patting down is just a part of the procedure. Ofcourse you need to come regularly for check ups

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon, power imbalance, age gap, doctor!eunseok x innocent!reader

eunseok had never seen you in your own. you always trailed closely behind an old friend or your mother. they spoke for you, relaying updates to eunseok as his eyes stayed fixed on your frame. you were all hunched shoulders, shifty eyes and bitten lips, fiddling fingers and swinging feet. he tried to address you directly but you rarely responded, offering him little more than a shrug, a shake of your head, or a nod.

but today you wandered in alone, looking lost and worried. your nerves were clear in every movement as you anxiously checked in with eunseok’s assistant. he guided you in himself, dismissing his aid to an early, well-earned break to avoid a look of suspicion.

“all alone today?” eunseok questioned as you settled onto the examination table a few feet away from eunseok’s powering up computer.

you hummed shortly, straightening your back as eunseok inched closer, removing his stethoscope from his neck. “I have to come on my own now.”

“about time,” eunseok smiled when you stiffened, a sheepish expression on your face. “I’ve been waiting to do a thorough check up.”

“thorough?”

“yes,” eunseok signed into computer, inserting your vitals. “you’re grown,” faced you again, “have to make sure you’re staying safe and healthy.”

“up,” he ordered, sliding his chair towards you. you stood awkwardly, looking down at him with confusion in your eyes. “lift your skirt for me.” you slowly did as he ordered, jolting when he cupped your cunt.

“a little sensitive, hm?” eunseok’s finger flicked lightly at the front of your panties.

you tightened your hold on your skirt, “is that bad?”

eunseok sighed, “not necessarily.” he moved his grip to your hip, “but it’s a bit uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

“sometimes,” you admitted.

“do you touch yourself?”

your face paled and you dropped your skirt. eunseok kissed his teeth, lifting the hem of your skirt, “up.”

you hesitantly grabbed it, raising it. eunseok slid his finger towards your front, his cock filling with blood at the sight of a wet patch seeping into the baby pink fabric. “I asked you a question. I have to know these things, angel. aren’t you a big girl now?”

you swallowed, trapping his fingertips when you pressed your thighs together. “n-no. feels weird. like,” you looked away, “like i have to pee.”

“does it feel good?”

you looked at him, unsure. “I don’t know.”

eunseok rubbed your clothed cunt gently, eyes fixed on the way you tilt your head back, glossy bottom lip tucked between your teeth, and a tight hold on your skirt as you attempt to stay still and quiet. “you need to start taking care of yourself,” he whispered. “you need to start touching this sweet little cunt just like this. feeling like you have to pee is normal, means you’re doing something right. you just have to keep going.”

you nodded, breath skipping. “okay,” the word came out higher than usual, unsteady. “I can try.”

“you’re going to have to do more than try, angel.” he pushed against your hole, the cotton pushing past your lips, you jumped, “see how sensitive you are?”

you whimpered, trying to pull away but eunseok held the back of your thigh, “I feel it again.”

“let go for me, baby,” eunseok picked up his pace as he circled your swollen clit again. you blinked, eyes dampening, a slightly shaking your head. eunseok applied more pressure, enough to snap the coil in your tummy.

you spasmed as you came, shaking as your knees almost gave in. your eyebrows cinched, your mouth parting as pretty whimpers and whines bubbled from your throat. eunseok rubbed you through it, using his free hand to steady you. he couldn’t take his eyes off you, entranced by the sight of you falling apart.

“so sensitive,” he mumbled.

“did that feel good?” he asked.

your eyes were wet when you opened them, your lips quivering, “a little.”

“only a little? hm, you’re gonna have to come back soon then.” eunseok murmured, trailing a thin finger along your jaw. “you know I just want the best for you.”

[eideticmemory]

DARLING & DANDELION | SPENCER REID

Spencer is a lot of things to you. Your baby daddy, your lover, your best friend, and a massive pain in your ass.

Word Count: 6k.

Warning/Includes: Dad!Spencer, smut, angst, hurt/comfort.

You haven’t even caught your breath yet and you go, “We can’t do this anymore.”

And Spencer’s, whose chest is still heaving up and down, goes, “Wh…what?”

“We can’t do this anymore,” you wipe sweat from your forehead. “It’s tacky.”

Spencer props himself up his elbow and turns his body to face you, “Tacky? What do you mean?”

“Don’t do that. You know what I mean.”

“It’s…I mean…we…it’s healthy.”

“Tuh!” you laugh. “That’s your professional opinion, doctor?”

“Yes. Yes, sex is good for the body and the mind.”

“What if…” you prop yourself up on your elbows, “It’s with your ex, who you can never work it out with, who you have a kid with, on an occasional and convenient basis?”

“From personal experience, it’s the best sex you can ever have,” he finishes his sentence with a devilish smile and you roll your eyes, poke your tongue out at him.

You shake your head, “I have to go. You have to go,” you get out of bed.

Spencer’s eyes scan over your naked body and he asks, “Why? Where are you going?”

“Gotta pick up Dandelion from my mom’s,” you tell him as you button your jeans.

“Can I come?”

“What? No.”

“Why not? I haven’t seen Dandy in a week.”

“It’s not about you seeing Dandy. It’s about my mom seeing you.”

“What? She loves me.”

“Duh, more than she loves me, but you know how she likes to pry. She’s gonna think we’re back together.”

“Ah! No, not that we’re back together,” he mocks. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, darling.”

“Well, it’s not a good thing. Put some clothes on.”

“Take your clothes off.”

“Oh, you wish.”

“Can I come?”

“You came about five minutes ago, mister. It’s time for you to go.”

He fakes a laugh, “You’re so clever. Can I come?”

“Are you going to keep asking?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes. “Fine, just, put some fucking clothes on.”

“You’re so easy to wear down,” he giggles, and he hops up, gets himself dressed. You go to leave the room and he calls out to you, “Hey.”

He steps in front of you, takes a good look, and runs his hand over your hair, “I think it would be a good thing…”

You feel this lump in your throat, jammed in the center of your voice box, blocking any air, any words. You tear your eyes away from him and clear your throat, “God, I hate your haircut.”

He chuckles to himself as you maneuver around him and he follows you out to your car.

You ring your mom’s doorbell and say, “Need you to act normal, please.”

“Oh, so, not like we just came from having sex?”

“Exactly.”

You feel him squeeze your ass and you jump, swat at his arm, “Hey!”

“I’m just getting it all out now.”

And as you roll your eyes, the door opens and your mom greets you with nothing but an, “Oh!”

“Hey, mom,” you wave as you step inside.

“Hey, mom,” Spencer mimics and gives her a big hug.

“Well, this is a surprise, huh?”

“Wrapped up with a case early, darling said I could tag along.”

You round the corner into the living room and see Dandelion sitting in front of the TV, legs crisscrossed underneath her. You lean against the wall and just watch her for a moment. You scan over her features, your eyes landing on the tip of her nose that pokes out just like her dad’s. You clear your throat and she does a double take when she sees you.

“Mommy!” she shouts, and she hops up at lightning speed, rushing towards you as fast as her little feet will carry her.

You drop to your knees and let her crash into you, engulf her in your arms, hold her really tight. You pepper her face with kisses, saying, “Hi, baby, hi, baby!”

“Did you have a good day at work?” she asks you.

“Yes, baby. How was your day with Mimi?”

“We got ice cream.”

“No way!”

“Yes!”

“What kind of ice cream?”

“Chocolate,” she giggles.

“Ooh, that’s your favorite. Did you eat all of it?”

“Yes.”

“Every single bite?”

“Yes!”

“Where did it all go, huh?” You start to tickle her tummy and she falls over in laughter. “Here? Here?”

Her giggles are so loud and contagious that you smile so wide, it hurts your face. “Guess what? I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, you,” you tickle her face. “Look,” you stand her up. “Look who’s here.”

On queue, Spencer pops his head around the corner and Dandelion’s eyes light up. She jumps up and down, screaming, “Daddy!”

“Dandy!” Spencer exclaims, and he scoops her up in his arms.

You stand up as he walks her into the living room, pecking soft kisses all over her face, twirling her around, “Oh, I missed you. I missed you so much.”

You watch the two of them, Spencer sat on the couch with Dandelion in his lap, his arms around her protectively. And as you settle into the peace of it all, something - someone - pinches you very hard and they won’t let go.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you wince, as your mom drags you into the kitchen.

“What the hell is Spencer doing here?” she whispers.

She stands in front of you with her arms crossed and you suddenly feel like a little girl. You cut your eyes over to Spencer and Dandy very briefly and stutter, “He…told you. They finished the case early and he asked if he could come see Dandy.”

“Mmhmm…” she nods.

“Mom, please,” you groan.

“Don’t mom, please me. What is going on?”

“Nothing is going on. I…we…he wanted to come see Dandy, so I let him come see Dandy. Coparenting 101, I don’t understand why you’re so suspicious.”

“What…what is this…” she reaches in and pulls down the collar of your shirt to reveal your neck. “Is…is that a hickey? Oh, [y/n], c’mon. What are you? 15?”

“No, no, I…burnt myself with a flat iron.”

She sighs, “I hope you know what you’re doing here, kid.”

“I’m not doing anything. Nothing is happening. I…”

“Shush,” she tells you and you turn around as Spencer enters the kitchen.

“Darling?” he calls.

“Hm?” you reply.

“Could I, uh, could Dandy come home with me? I’ll be off tomorrow and I can watch her while you’re at work and you could pick her up after?”

You and your mom exchange a glance and you cross your arms defensively, “Sure,” you nod at him. “Sure, if Dandy’s okay with that.”

“Thank you!” he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and your mom raises her eyebrows at you.

Spencer runs back into the living room, chanting, “Daddy and Dandy day! Daddy and Dandy day! Daddy and Dandy day!” and Dandelion bursts into laughter, repeating him, going, “Daddy and Dandy day! Daddy and Dandy day!”

“Does he know nothing is happening?” your mom asks you.

“Spencer’s a smart boy, mom. Don’t worry about him.”

“And yet,” she sucks her teeth. “He’s a complete dumbass when it comes to you.”

Spencer asks if you can drive them to the park. There, JJ meets you with Henry. Dandy and him are close in age. In fact, Spencer had just returned from seeing Henry in the hospital when you told him you were pregnant. It was not your best timing, considering his familial trauma and all, but it had to be done. This puts Henry at 4 and Dandy running in close second at 6 months behind. JJ takes a seat next to you on the bench, watching Spencer run around with the kids. There are the casual aspects of conversation. The how are yous and how’s work and anecdotes about the kids and then she asks, “So, what’s going on between you two?”

“Ugh,” you groan. “Is there a sign on my face today or something?”

“Sore subject?” she grins.

“No. Nothing sore about it. Nothing’s going on…” you look at her from the corner of your eye, then turn your head, “Why? Why, did he say something to you?”

“No.”

A beat passes.

“You seem disappointed by that,” she adds.

“Oh, no. Don’t do that. Do not profile me. You know I hate it when you guys do that.”

She laughs, “Well, I lied. He talks about you all the time.”

You bite down on your lip and look away.

A beat passes.

JJ says, “You seem pleased by that.”

You drive Spencer and Dandelion to his apartment and she runs in like she owns the place.

“Okay, so,” you hold out her backpack for him. “She’s got a change of clothes in here, some hair clips, some ties, oh, uh, how much of her body wash and shampoo do you have left? Because I don’t think I put any in here…”

When you look up and he’s giving you a blank stare, you go, “What?”

“You’re not gonna come in?”

“It’ll just confuse her.”

Spencer wants to argue. He wants to sweet talk you and coax you inside, but coparenting 101, “No, yeah, you’re right.”

He watches you kiss Dandelion goodbye and when she runs back inside, he says, “Call you at bedtime?”

“Yes. Please.”

He has that look in his eye like he wants to kiss you, you know it well. So you leave before he can get a chance.

When you’re laying in bed that night, Spencer calls you on FaceTime and he sets you up on the nightstand so you can see them both. Dandelion laying in bed and Spencer kneeling beside her.

“Hi, mommy!” They say in unison.

“Hi,” you giggle.

“We were just about to pick Dandy’s story for the night,” Spencer tells you. “Dandy?”

She tilts her head.

“What story do you want tonight, baby?”

“Ummm…” she hums, giggling, “The story about my name.”

“Ohhh, that’s a good story,” Spencer grins.

“That is a good story,” you smile.

Spencer holds Dandelion’s hands in his and starts, in this sweet, soft voice, “Once upon a time…there was a mommy and a daddy. And they loved each other sooo much that they were gonna have a…”

“Baby!” she finishes for him and he chuckles.

“That’s right, they were gonna have a baby! And the mommy and daddy were sooo excited about their baby, they just couldn’t wait. But when the time came for the baby to come…”

“She didn’t wanna come out!” Dandy laughs.

“No, no, no, the baby didn’t wanna come out. She wanted to stay warm and cozy in the mommy’s belly. So, the mommy and daddy tried everything to get their baby to come out, but nothing worked! Until one day, they went for a walk at the park. And the mommy was so big that she walked like this…” Spencer mimics your trademark waddle and the two of you laugh at him, you rolling your eyes at the screen. “And they walked and walked and walked and nothing was working. Until, this big, big gust of wind came by…”

He flails his arms, going, “Whoooooosh!” and Dandelion mimics him.

“It was so big, it almost knocked the mommy and daddy over. And when the wind stopped, this tiny, small dandelion floated out of the sky and landed right on the mommy’s belly…and then…”

“Pop!” they say in sync.

“The baby was ready to come out! So the daddy took the mommy to the hospital and out came the most beautiful baby the world has ever, ever seen. The mommy and daddy were so happy and they loved her so much. But they still had to pick a name for her. So after they thought and thought and thought, they named her…”

“Diana Dandelion Reid,” she smiles.

“That’s right,” Spencer nods. “But we just call you Dandy.”

Dandelion smiles as Spencer places a kiss on her nose. “Goodnight, baby. Say good night to mommy,” he grabs his phone and holds it up to her.

“Goodnight, mommy,” she tells you and your heart just melts.

“Goodnight, baby,” you whisper. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

She nods and rolls over as Spencer turns out the lamp, leaving her to sleep. Once he’s out of the room, he closes the door and gives you a soft smile.

“Thanks for joining us, darling.”

You smile, nod, “It’s a good story.”

“The best.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Looking forward to it.”

While you’re at work the next day, Spencer sends you a picture of the two of them out on the lake.

S: Pedal boats today!

You giggle to yourself.

Y: Omg so fun!! I thought you were afraid of open water?

S: I was terrified but she begged and begged and begged! What was I supposed to do???

Y: 😂😂😂

You pick up Dandelion after work and she is distraught.

“I don’t want daddy to go!” she cries and you see Spencer’s heart break. You can hear it.

“He’ll be back, baby, he always come back,” you whisper, rubbing her back.

“No-oo-oo!” she cries and reaches up for Spencer who scoops her into his arms before she can ball her hands into a fist.

“Hey, hey, hey, Dandy, look at me,” he cooes. He wipes the tears from her eyes, “You and mommy are going to call me everyday, huh? And you’ll tell me all about your fun day with Mimi and we’ll do your story before bed and I promise you, I will be back before you know it. Okay?”

She sniffles, gives him a sad nod.

“Okay, give me a hug,” he says and they squeeze each other real tight. “You, too, mommy,” he holds his other arm open for you and you hesitate, but only for a moment, and then you step in and wrap your arms around both of them.

“Mmm,” he hums happily, gives you both a kiss on the cheek, “My girls. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Dandelion lets Spencer hand her over to you and he waves until you guys are out of the door and all the way down the stairs. Then he exhales all the air in his chest and he cries. But only for a little bit.

He’s gone for a little over two weeks. The day he comes back, he doesn’t really give you any notice, he just texts: Back in town. What are you up to?

And you, still at work, reply: Nothin. Workin.

S: Lunch?

You meet him at a restaurant down the street and when you walk in, he gets so excited that he stands up to wave and knocks all the silverware off the table. Your hand flies to your mouth as it all falls to the floor in a loud sequence of clangs and booms and you watch him scramble to pick it all up. People are staring and as you make the decision to walk over to him, it’s like you’re saying to everyone: yep, he’s mine!

“Hi, darling,” he huffs, his face bright red.

“Hi,” you laugh.

He takes you in a warm embrace and you hold the back of his head in your hand.

“Oh, I missed you,” he says.

“We missed you, too.”

He’s not supposed to, but like he always has, he tells you all about the case they were working on. Full of twists and turns and gorey details that make you sick to your stomach but, somehow, you can still eat. He asks about Dandy and that leads you into the dreaded preschool conversation and you both shut it down instantly.

“How did she get so big?” he asks.

“We just…kept feeding her,” you laugh and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Time needs to slow down. Seriously. It’s happening too fast.”

“I know. I know, I know, but we’ve got so much more to look forward to, y’know? First day of school and science fairs and graduations…”

“Ah-ah! No, no, none of that. She’s gonna be little forever.”

“You’re in denial, doctor.”

“Well, duh.”

“Here’s the check, you guys,” the waiter interrupts. “No rush, though. Take your time.”

“Thanks,” you say in unison.

“He only brought one check?” you question.

Spencer raises his eyebrows at you.

“And he gave it to you? How caveman of him.”

“Now, now, darling, stand down. Let me pay for your food.”

“I mean, of course I’m going to let you pay for it. I just don’t like the assumption.”

“What assumption?” he smirks.

“I…you really like driving me insane, don’t you?”

He cackles and nods, “Yeah, actually. Kinda my job.”

You laugh and lean into him a bit. The booth you two are in has you sandwiched shoulder to shoulder, and sure, there is plenty of room for there to be distance between you two, but you don’t want there to be. You look at his neck and reach in. As your fingertip touches his skin, you can feel his pulse kick up. You pull the chain from underneath his shirt and let the dandelion pendant fall to his chest.

“Where’s yours?” he asks and his fingertips trail over your collarbone, grabbing onto your matching necklace.

You release his chain, but he won’t let go off yours and he’s giving you that look and you just shake your head, “I should really get back to work.”

When you get to his place, the two of you burst through the door, bodies mangled and tangled together, lips mushed into each other’s faces. Spencer’s got his arms wrapped tight around your waist and your hands have gotten lost in his hair. As he pushes you backwards, you trip over a barbie doll and nearly fall over but he catches you.

“You okay?” he mumbles.

“Mhm,” you nod, and you whip your bodies around, push him onto the couch. He lands with a deep, “oof!” and watches you crawl into his lap. His eyelids drop, feeling the warmth of your hand on his face and your lips on his neck. He grips onto your waist, bunches your dress up in his hands and you work to unbutton his shirt.

You breathe into each other’s mouths, out of breath and grinding against one another on a constant, rhythmic loop.

“Mm,” you moan as he licks down your neck. “Do you have a condom?”

“Mm,” he ponders, “Condom, condom, condom…yes!” And he throws you off of him, leaving you laying on your back while he runs into his room. You slide your panties off and he returns with the packet in hand and falls right on top of you.

His body perched between your legs, you undo his pants and take his jaw in your hands, put your tongue in his mouth. He puts the condom on and holds onto the couch as he pushes all the way into you. You both gasp and Spencer crashes on top of you, catching you in a messy kiss. You pull your legs back for him and he starts pounding into you with this rhythm that you love and he knows that you love. He peppers soft kisses all over your face and grunts into your ear, grips onto your jaw so he can look you in the eye. He thrusts into you so quickly and with so much force that the couch is rattling around on the floor and your head is getting knocked off the edge of the couch. But he’s got you.

Your moans bounce off the walls and your mouth is wide open as you scream, “Fuck!”

As Spencer leans into kiss you, the both of you lose your balance and go sliding off the couch.

“Oh, shit!” you gasp, and try to hold on, but it’s too late and you guys fall on the floor, Spencer groaning as he breaks your fall.

“Oh, my god,” you whisper, leaning down to comfort him. “Oh, my god, are you okay?”

“I’m okay, just…just do that thing with your hips that I like,” he huffs.

You readjust, “This?” you pant as you start to grind your hips on his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” he moans, his eyes falling shut and his head rolling back. “Yeah, that’s it.”

You lean back, resting your hands on his knees and bounce on him, your mouth falling open. He paws at your breasts and pulls at the fabric of your dress. He knows you’re about to come because he knows you, and he knows your body and he can feel you tightening around him, your hips increasing in speed. Your voice starts to get real whiny and you pound your palms into his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper and all he can do is watch, and hold himself back until you get there.

He takes your nipple into his mouth and you tangle your fingers in his hair and grind yourself against him until your whole body tenses up and trembles. You come with his face in your chest and your eyes rolling so far back in your head that you go blind. It only takes a few more motions of your hips for him to follow behind you and he holds onto you for dear life, muffling his groans against your skin.

You both fall onto the floor, still holding each other, trying to catch your breath. Spencer grips onto your hair and kisses you passionately, repeatedly, and casually says, “Love you.”

You can’t stop the visceral reaction you have. You just sit up and stare at him, your eyes big and wide. “I…” you stutter, give him a friendly pat on the face, “Love you…I have to go.”

He watches, dazed and confused, as you hop off of him and fix your dress, “You’re making me feel cheap here, darling.”

You laugh, awkwardly, “No, no, I just, I’m so late for work. I have to get back,” you trip over your panties as you pull them up your legs and swear, “Shit!”

Spencer fixes his pants and stands up, striding over to you, “I freaked you out…”

“What? No. You didn’t freak me out.”

“Because, I can say I don’t love you if it’ll fix it.”

“I’m not freaked out.”

“I don’t love you, I…hate you actually.”

“I’m just late for work,” you try to slide out the door but he reaches out for you.

“Wait, wait,” he calls. “I thought I could maybe see Dandy today?”

“Uh, yeah, she’s at my mom’s just, go whenever,” you shrug. “I have to go. Bye.”

“Darling?” he calls, but you close the door on him.

Your body shivers and you march down the hallway, down the stairs and back on your way to work. When your shift ends, you head over to your mom’s and she opens the door with a bright smile, “Hello, my love!”

“Hi,” you groan as you step inside.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just, rough day. Need to see my Dandy…” you round the corner and see Spencer playing with her in the living room, so you push yourself back, your mom along with you.

“What the hell is he doing here?” you whisper.

“He’s been here for a few hours. He said he told you?”

“He…I mean…yeah, he did. Why is he still here?”

“I don’t know, [y/n], maybe to be an active, caring father? Crucify the boy, why don’t you?”

Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you tug on your hair with a rush of anxiety.

“[y/n]…” your mom says. “What is going on?”

You sigh and lean against the wall, “I don’t know what I’m doing…you were right, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

And she steps in, grabs your shoulders, takes a deep breath. You follow her. In and out, in and out.

“Well, then,” she nods. “You better figure it the fuck out, baby.”

“I know. I know, I know.”

“Mommy?” Your heads turn to the sound of the tiny voice and Dandelion looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes and every bit of tightness in your chest just dissipates.

“Hi, honey,” you coo and you instantly lean down to pick her up. “Oh, hi, you. Hi, my baby.”

Spencer follows her out there and waves, casually, “Hi, mommy.”

“Hi,” you nod to him.

“Me and daddy made a castle,” Dandelion tells you. “Come look!”

“Oh, yes, show me, show me!”

You follow her into the living room, leaving Spencer with your mom. She purses her lips at him and then promptly walks by him, giving his shoulder a harsh slap.

“Ow!” he exclaims. “What did I do?”

Spencer takes Dandelion home for the night. It’s a Friday so he plans to have her all weekend and most of next week which is fine with you. It’ll give you time to rest and reflect and figure it the fuck out. Spencer takes the hint. For once, he takes the hint and he only texts you sporadic updates.

So, when he calls you on Monday at four in the morning, you think he wants to have a talk. One of those conversations that you guys can never seem to have in the light of day.

“Hello?” you grumble.

“Hey,” he says. “Sorry I woke you up. Can you, um, can you come over?”

You sit up, “Why? Is Dandy okay?”

“Oh, yeah, she’s fine. She’s asleep. I, uh…there’s a case…”

You sigh. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You’re already up to get dressed.

“Darling…”

“I’ll be there in ten,” and you hang up.

He sees your car pull in from the street and he has the door open for you when you get upstairs. He has his go-bag packed and he looks apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you. “I’ll make it up to you. Both of you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off. “I’ve got it. You can go.”

“Darling, you know I can’t…I…I didn’t ask to be called in.”

“No, well, duh. This is just one of those things, right?” you shrug. “One of those things I could never stand and I still can’t stand. I’m used to it. It’s fine. I’ll explain to Dandy.”

“This isn’t about the case…”

“Can you…please?”

“This is about the other day. When we…when I…”

“I’m not upset. Don’t project on me. I’m fine.”

“Oh, okay, that was convincing.”

“Why do you always have to do this?” you snap, keeping your voice down. “Without fail. You always do this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you always have to ruin a good thing? You always, always just have to suck the fun out of everything.”

He scoffs, goes to speak, and pauses, “Did it ever occur to you that…that it wasn’t fun for me, [y/n]?”

Oh, he’s serious. He used your real name.

“That I didn’t enjoy being yanked around and used like some toy?”

“I…oh, come on! Is your eidetic memory broken or something? You initiated it, remember? And if you did that just in hopes of us getting back together, that’s not fair. That’s so unfair.”

“I just wanted to be close to you. And, yeah, maybe that wasn’t fair. But I just…I’m having a hard time believing that it doesn’t work. That we don’t work, hey,” he grabs your shoulders, makes you stop shaking your head and look at him, “Maybe for all the hurt we’ve caused each other and all the baggage, maybe it’s just meant to work. We are meant to work, okay? Because I love you. I am so in love with you. I don’t know how to not be in love with you, look,” he puts your hand to his chest, “Feel how fast my heart is beating? It does not every time I’m around you. I can’t help it.”

“Please, stop.”

“And you’re telling me you don’t feel the same way?” he puts his hand to your ribs and your heart is pounding against his palm. “I don’t believe you.”

It takes you a moment before you can pry his hand away. You remove your hand from his chest, hold his hands in yours, and give him this sad, sad look.

You can see his shoulders fall in defeat, this heavy breath of air coming straight from his chest. He steps away and grabs his go-bag, stands up straight, “It’s a local case so I shouldn’t be gone too long. Kiss Dandy for me?”

You nod, but you can’t look at him. You let him place a kiss on your forehead and then he leaves. You lock the door behind him.

You crawl into bed with Dandelion and you stir for most of the night.

By the time you fall asleep, she wakes up twenty minutes later.

And so, life just kinda goes on. Spencer calls to talk to Dandy just before you go into work so you tell him to call your mom and he does. That’s the last you hear from him for the next couple of days until he calls you while you’re at work.

“Hello?” you answer.

“[y/n]?”

You pause for a moment, “JJ?” and then the realization hits you and you hop up from your desk, running out of the building.

There’s some words like “bomb” and “concussion” and “pavement” but they all blur together and you yell, “Just tell me what hospital!”

You can’t even remember where you parked your car. Everything is muffled and you rush around the crowded hospital in a frenzy. You can’t hear anything. Hell, you can barely see anything. Just Derek, holding an ice pack to his head, pointing you towards a room so you go.

When you see Spencer lying there, a big bandage wrapped around the circumference of his head and a doctor tracking his vitals, you can barely bring yourself to step in the room.

The doctor glances at you, then returns to his clipboard, “Are you his wife?”

You step in, slowly, bring yourself to Spencer’s side, “I’m, uh, the closest thing he’s got to one.”

He tells you there’s some swelling around Spencer’s brain, but it’s been drained. He can’t provide you with an exact estimate of when Spencer will wake up. If he ever wakes up. And as this man is talking to you in this stern, stoic voice, you just look at Spencer. You trace the structure of his face and put your hand on his chest. The doctor leaves and you still can’t pull yourself away from him.

“You did this on purpose,” you whisper, caressing his face. “You did this on purpose to make me feel bad, didn’t you? Because…because I was awful to you…I’m so sorry,” you sob. “I’m so sorry.”

You lay your head on his chest and cry, “Just don’t die. I can’t do this by myself, you hear me? Please, don’t, die.”

Spencer wouldn’t wake up for another four whole days. You sleep in the chair beside his bed until a nice nurse brings you a cot. Dandelion stays at your mom’s house and JJ offers, repeatedly, to give you a a chance to leave. Shower, eat, see your kid. But you’re so worried that if you leave, Spencer will die. So you fall asleep every night to the sound of his heartbeat on the monitor and if it ever should stop, you would know. On day four, you pop your head up from a few hours sleep and he’s watching you. His eyes are hooded and grey, but they are open, you can tell. You hop up and rush over to him, gently setting your hands on his body.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Hi! Hi! Hi, Spencer,” you sob. “Oh, my god.”

He stares at you for a moment, then his eyes scan the room. He looks back at you, “Who…” his voice breaks, “Are you?”

Your eyes go wide and you let out this defeated sound. You don’t even know where to begin. You don’t know how to respond or what to do or how to feel. You think you’re gonna crumble to your knees. And then he smiles.

“I’m just messing with you, darling.”

“Ugh!” you shout and you start slamming your palms into his chest. “That’s not funny!”

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” he laughs. “Okay, okay, okay, I’m injured here!”

You take his face in your hands and give him a long kiss. You can hear his heart rate go up on the monitor.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he mumbles, as you hug him. “I’m…I’m sorry for everything.”

“No, stop that. Not important. Ridiculously unimportant, okay? Don’t even think about it.”

He nods and breathes you in, “You…stink. When was the last time you showered?”

“That would be…like, the day you were blown up.”

“Ah. When was that?”

“Four days ago.”

“Holy shit.”

You giggle, “Did you just say a bad word, doctor l?”

“Fuck, cut me some slack! I slept through hump day.”

You press your nose against his and laugh and the world feels okay again.

Spencer has to stay in the hospital for another week before you can bring him home. Dandelion is back in her own bed and she just thinks Spencer has gone on a long, long trip. She’s at your mom’s when you get Spencer to his apartment and he begs to see her. Even when his head is still killing him, he begs to see her.

“Tomorrow,” you say as you tuck him into bed. “You’ve still got that scary raccoon look going on. Don’t wanna freak her out.”

“Tomorrow? You promise?”

“I promised the both of you. Tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He curls up and notices you crawl in bed beside him, “Darling, you don’t have to sleep here.”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, run your hand through his hair, “Go to sleep.”

The next day, he is more like himself. Maybe it’s the adrenaline he gets from the prospect of seeing his daughter, maybe it’s waking up next to you in the morning, but either way, he looks like himself and he talks like himself and he can’t wait to go to the park.

Your mom meets you there with Dandelion and she trips over her feet running to Spencer. She crashes into him and nearly knocks him over, and you can tell it hurts him, but he takes it and kisses her face.

“Where were you, daddy?”

“Oh, on a long, long trip, baby. But I’m back now.”

“I missed you!”

“Oh, Dandy,” he squeezes her tight. “You have no idea.”

He plays for as long as he can. He climbs the playset and runs around playing tag and hide and seek until his breath nearly gives out. He runs over to the bench you and your mom are sat on and huffs, “Can someone else push her on the swing before I pass out?”

The two of you laugh and your mom says, “I’ll go.”

“Thanks,” Spencer takes her spot beside you and his head falls into your lap. “Phew! Tell you what, a coma seriously bends you out of shape.”

“Well, you weren’t all that much in shape before the coma.”

“Ugh,” he groans. “You sound like the fitness personnel at the academy. What does in shape even mean?”

You cackle and he puts his arm over your shoulder. The two of you watch Dandy on the swing. Up and down, up and down, higher and higher, until her laughter is echoing around the park.

“You know…” you start. “Maybe it wouldn’t be…the worst thing in the world…”

Spencer doesn’t even have to ask what you’re talking about, he just looks at you and smiles, “Really?”

You give him a sly shrug.

He looks away from you, trying to keep himself from smiling so hard that his face rips in half. “I…I’m sorry - it’s because I got blown up, isn’t it?”

“Just shut up,” you laugh.

“You can tell me the truth, I won’t be mad.”

“You know what? I take it back, you get on my nerves. Oof!” you exclaim as he suddenly takes you into a tight hug. And for the first time in a long time, you feel a calm, serene peace.

“Yeah, well,” he says, “Sorry, too late.”

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi there!ever since I saw you when I first installed tumblr it just keeps getting better. I was wondering if you can write something about a hero being the sucess of a lab and the villain being a failure(Bonus if the lab is actually evil) Don't feel pressured to do this though😗

"Do you know why I'm considered the success, instead of the failure like you?" the hero asked.

The villain sneered at them. They yanked and thrashed and struggled against the shimmering containment that wrapped around them, warping like a net from the hero's outstretched fingers, forcing them down against the cold concrete.

"Because you're a good, obedient little hero?"

The hero couldn't keep the damn trap up forever!

"Yes."

The simple response, the tone, startled the villain enough that they went temporarily still. Maybe that was the ploy. They stared at the hero through the hazy sheen of their powers, mockery draining from their face, panting for breath.

The hero had many things that the villain didn't: a body that wasn't screwed up, powers that weren't prone to out-of-control devastation, a generally sweet and more palatable disposition when it came to public relations.

And, of course, they did what they were told. The villain had never properly thought about that.

"It was their most important addition, after you...you know," the hero said, studying them. "The ability to control their experiments. To make sure that nothing like you would happen again."

A bad taste slowly flooded the villain's mouth. They shook their head.

The hero stepped forward, crouching down in front of the villain, on the other side of the containment wall. Up close, the villain got a good look at the vein snaking up the hero's wrist. The blood was just slightly the wrong colour; it made them look gorgeously healthy, radiant, compared to the sickly pallor the villain couldn't quite shake.

"If I stop taking the serum for my powers, I die," the hero said, keeping their voice light. "Quite horribly. But while the serum is in my system, I'm not in control. Not really. Everything I do is monitored. If I stray too far out..." The hero grimaced.

"Why are you telling me this?" the villain whispered.

"Because I can't do anything about it. I can't do anything about them. I signed up to do something good, to make the world better, and I..." The hero squeezed their eyes shut. "Well. I'm going to try and drag you back to them, aren't I? I'm going to hand you over to the people who hurt you, and then I'm going to make a speech telling everyone what a terrible, awful monster you are as if they don't deserve everything you give them. I'll smile while I'm doing it too."

The villain swallowed. They strained to press a hand up against the wall, but it only forced them back down against the ground harder. The villain's breath knocked out of them.

The hero winced. "Sorry."

"Isn't it better to be dead?"

"You didn't think so when you ran."

No. Maybe that had been an unfair question to ask. Still, the fury and the helplessness of it seared through the villain because ShieldCorp - they were going to get away with it. All of the others were dead! Even if they managed to expose what was really happening, ShieldCorp had the hero.

"I wanted to do something good too," the villain said, hollow. "It's not your fault they took advantage of that."

The hero shrugged. Their hand stayed perfectly steady.

"Are they listening to us now?"

"Probably."

"They'll be angry with you."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Me telling you this doesn't change anything, does it?"

"I thought you were like them. I hated you. It changes that."

The hero smiled, or something like it. It was too fragile, too wobbly, too shattered a thing compared to the beautiful thing they tossed out to the masses at every public appearance.

"I want to destroy them," the hero said. "But, when I let this force field drop so I can take you in properly, I'm going to need your help to do that. How are your powers feeling today?"

"Like I'm going to burn down the world."

The hero nodded, just once, and rose again. Silhouetted against the skyline, they looked unstoppable.

"Excellent," the hero said. "On the count of three, start with me."

The villain was ready when the containment dropped.

ShieldCorp was not.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! tokyo revengers x omega! reader (pairing: mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya, kokonoi, kakucho, taiju)

— how they act around their pregnant s/o.

tw : mention of sex in chifuyu's, possessive behaviour.

my masterlist : ☆

(this one is probably not the best I did, that's a 2nd version here😭 I actually finished it the day before and went to sleep, turns out I didn't save it so I had to rewrite everything from the start! I was less motivated, hope you don't mind the quality😭)

MIKEY

mikey is constantly on edge, you'll need to calm him down yourself because he sometimes can't control his reactions.

he's just anxious something might happen to you or your baby, he wants to be at your side all the time.

he is a bit nervous about being a dad but wants to support you with his whole being and show you that he can will take care of you and your future pup.

he is always trying to make you stay in bed : you don't need to do anything when your alpha can think and do things for you!

all you have to do is rest and stay safe inside the nest he scented for you.

rarely goes out too, and if for some reasons he does, he's spreading his pheromones like crazy outside of your home.

now that you're pregnant, your smell is even sweeter, he can't let anyone know there's a vulnerable omega without her alpha in this house while he's gone.

but everyone who even catches the smell of mikey knows not to mess with him. his scent is enough to send other alphas trembling.

if you thought mikey was clingy before, just imagine him when you're pregnant... absolute violation of privacy, this man is not letting you breath you have to blackmail him to make him wait outside of the bathroom.

he's sulky when he explains that he's just worried about you, so you make compromises and set rules.

but mikey is overall 10x softer now that you're pregnant, his scent has changed to fit your needs. it's more calming and he's constantly burying his nose at your scent glands.

DRAKEN

so so careful with you :(

if you think draken was sweet before, just imagine him during your pregnancy.

he is the perfect alpha and has every quality you would expect in an alpha, it's only natural he looks after you the best way someone can.

spoon feeds you!

now those 9 months are just more time for you to bond with your alpha ; you do everything together and draken assures you a healthy and stress free environment.

he's a really good listener and extremely attentive to your needs, he knows you so well he'll comfort you exactly how you need it.

and when your hormones are tormenting you and you take it out on a loving draken, you can't help but feel bad about your actions. so you leave the nest where you both were resting and put yourself in timeout.

as funny as it might sound, draken doesn't like it one bit and wastes no time going after you. he will scent you and reassure you that everything's fine, your alpha's here and he understands so don't worry <3

he will gently tuck you back inside your nest and prevent you from leaving once again by positioning you in a way that makes it impossible for you to get up on your own (especially with your big stomach).

wakes up first so he can make breakfast for you everyday and doesn't let you overwork yourself : he takes your health very seriously.

CHIFUYU

his pregant omega is probably the most well catered for omega ever.

chifuyu is just anxious about doing anything wrong that he studied every videos, magazines and books he could get his hands on.

now there's absolutely nothing that can go wrong.

always brings you new nest items, the softest and cutest plushies, comfortable pillows along with warm blankets.

everything has been scented of course. chifuyu loves your pregant smell, it's even sweeter than usual, but he can't stop himself from spreading and covering you with his pheromones.

he just doesn't want anyone coming too close to you, he has to put some sort of warning.

chifuyu keeps track of your meal and what you had for dinner. he's not the best but he tries and cook for you. he wants you to rest.

he makes the healthiest lunches, saying you and your baby need veggies to stay healthy and prepare yourself for the d-day.

chifuyu is in total bliss, he's always scenting you and cuddling with you inside your nest.

his alpha makes it his duty to have you satisfied. if you're feeling stressed chifuyu is quick enough to make the source of your anxiety disappear.

he's fast to catch on stuff like that.

if you want sweets or any snacks, he will bring them to you unless you don't have it at home. then he will run to the nearest store and come back with more than you asked.

if you ever feel horny, chifuyu is burying his nose in your pussy and won't let you rest until you're passed out from pleasure.

he's always gently reminding you of how proud of you he is. chifuyu's just so in love like that <3

alpha chifuyu is all about making his omega happy and showing how well he can provide. his omega didn't make a bad decision mating with him!

BAJI

if you thought mikey was on edge, baji is 10x worse.

baji's overprotective and doubting everybody's intentions, you could say he's a bit delusional at times.

and you can say whatever to make him chill out, he won't.

he is now your shadow and follows you everywhere. he doesn't understand why you would want some alone time when he only wants to protect you and make you feel safe.

absolutely forbids you from using perfume or any foreign fragrance : he will be scenting you every minute. that's just his instincts talking.

will try and do some cooking or cleaning to lessen your work but is honestly not that great in those fields.

this is why you softly tell him to give up and that you're happy to make both of your lunches<3

won't insist and instead you'll have guard dog baji sitting not far from you and watching you close just in case you need him to do something or to prevent you from accidentally hurting yourself.

he will also tone down his usual teasing. he doesn't fully grasp what pregnancy does to you, but he notices that you get tired more easily and that you're quickly carried away by your emotions.

he doesn't want to become an external source of stress for his already sensitive omega.

belly kisses!! baji is in love with your round tummy and can't help but fall to his knees and place gentle wet kisses all over your skin.

loves seeing you waddle around with you belly round of his pup. he's full of pride and you swear you can see stars in his eyes when he looks at you...

KOKONOI

another reliable alpha.

everything is on standby after you announced your pregnancy.

you're his #1 priority (not that you weren't already).

kokonoi and you are now attached to the hip.

he is a bit anxious about doing anything wrong but he doesn't let it show, he can't let his emotions contaminate you or the baby.

he is very strict with himself and doesn't allow himself to display a single sign of weakness: he wants to be strong and reassuring during your pregnancy. kokonoi knows it's not easy and wants you to rely on him as much as possible.

also, anything you want is yours in a minute. be it a massage, food, nest supplies and anything you ask.

kokonoi can't let his perfect omega needy, as her alpha he has to fulfill every one of her wishes.

understands if you want to go out for a bit, you can't stay inside for 9 months... but kokonoi is watching everyone walking past you with a death stare.

only lets his guard down when you're back inside, the only place he deems safe enough for you to be.

he is so dedicated to you, nothing's too much when it comes to you.

he's spending without counting and wishes to make the both of you the happiest people on earth.

now kokonoi will have to protect and care for 2 persons, his past makes him extra aware of the unfairness of the world, this is why he'll work even more. he doesn't want any of you to lack anything.

thus you could say he's a bit more overprotective than usual.

his hand is always on your belly, would let his hand fusion with your stomach if he could.

he just loves your round belly so much! and you scent... kokonoi isn't sure when he has smelled something that good, he's constantly burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

KAKUCHO

can something even go wrong when kakucho is your alpha?

he's so thoughtful you thank god every day he's your alpha. will bring you everything you need before you even ask for it.

if you need fresh air, kakucho is immediately wrapping you up and checking on his phone which places are the calmest and most pleasant. he knows the importance of your mental health during those months and won't prevent you from doing anything.

those dirty alphas eyeing you up during you daily walks better beware! alpha kakucho is the definition of "don't worry love, I can fight".

will take down anybody who tries to spoil your stroll. his omega should be able to do anything without being disturbed.

kakucho is the best at dealing with your mood swings : never complains and never brings it up again once it's over. he won't make fun of you ever and will instead try his best to appease you.

often does it by showering you with his pheromones. otherwise he has you tucked in his arms, pressing your head to his scent gland at the crook of his neck.

he knows his smell calms you down and you're so grateful to your alpha for being so understanding <3

kisses everywhere and anywhere!

grabs you by the waist and makes you turn, makes you laugh and brings you flowers and others gifts everytime he comes home : his only goal is to see you smile.

seeing you pregant reminds him of just how much he loves you and how happy he is to have his own little family with you.

MITSUYA

mitsuya is ready.

nothing can go wrong when mitsuya is your alpha.

probably has the biggest breeding kink out of all the list here. he loved seeing you take care of his sisters like a good omega would, so your pregnancy was a dream come true.

goes to parenting lessons with you and reads ton of magazines about the subject.

mitsuya can't and won't fail as a father.

you can rest assured when mitsuya is here, he's not leaving anytime soon.

has temporarily changed his work place, he's now doing everything at home and won't hesitate to drop everything if you call for him.

he wanted to be able to satisfy any of your cravings without delay. plus, his instincts have been going crazy since you got pregnant and he can't focus at all if he isn't sure you're doing perfectly well.

he has to keep an eye on you.

you can't go out, mitsuya is here for that. he can't put you in any danger, that's why he will quickly do any errands or buy anything you ask.

everything is homemade with mitsuya. the massages, the delicious and healthy meal he cooks for you along with the clothes he's been sewing are all from your lovely alpha mitsuya.

that's his way of showing you he can and will take care of the both of you without any doubt.

alpha mitsuya with a pregant mate is more possessive than usual.

he is currently working on plushies that he can scent and put in your nest.

he knows your nest is even more of a sacred place now, that's why he takes great care of it and vows to make it the most comfortable and familiar nest for you and your future pup.

constantly tells you how proud he is that you're carrying his pup and that you're doing so well.

will start purring a bit as well as scenting your scent glands any time you're cuddling, he knows how stressed you can get :(

TAIJU

if you thought taiju was a menace to society before, your pregnancy triggered something in him.

he's now a danger for anyone whom you crosses path with.

that's why you'd rather stay inside with him, he just sees everyone as a potential threat that you both can't go out like a normal couple.

but that's fine though, taiju considerably softened and is at your beck and call. all of black dragon is yours to use, whatever the reason.

kokonoi & inupi were ordered to keep and eye on you and secure the area around your house so that nobody suspicious can even come close.

it's not that taiju can't defend you himself, he just doesn't want to put you through unnecessary stress.

that would mean he has to leave your side for a bit and he can't do that in your state. you need proper care at all time.

taiju feels a great sense of pride and accomplishment watching you walk around full of his pup.

he's always dreamed about growing his family, nothing matters more in his eyes.

you are what has the most importance for him, and now that his cute little omega is pregant he's in complete bliss.

his behaviour has considerably changed to fit your needs. he can't let any negative emotions go past your radar, he knows how emotional pregnancy is making you and he doesn't want to make you anxious.

isn't a fan of pda but it's the only thing he's been doing since you announced your pregnancy.

lets you do anything to him. he's like a gentle bear who is threatening only to others.

taiju is just so in love. his omega is so perfect, all sweet and docile. your pregnant body seals the deal and you won't ever leave him now. this thought alone puts his mind at ease.

[specialagentlokitty]

Bobby Nash x reader - our own family

Heyyy, if you ever find the time could you please make a hurt/comfort bobby nash x platonic!reader who is a fighter based off of the prompt “ I’m not your dad” “I know…do you know that”. I’d love some more bobby as a parental figure material please and thank you. 😊 - @purplecrayola 💜

You had woken up in the hospital, you didn’t have much recollection on how you ended up there or why.

Everything was still really hazy, and but the pain you could feel radiating from your abdomen was definitely real, you could feel it.

It wasn’t bad, maybe the IV in your arm had something to do with that, you had no clue.

You laid there taking small breaths, just staring up at the ceiling, and you heard the door open.

“Hello…?” You asked softly.

You didn’t want to risk sitting up, so you waited for the nurse to come over, and she smiled warmly at you.

“Well hey you, you’re awake again.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“A..again…?”

“Yes, you woke up a week ago, not for long, only a few minutes. Can you sit up for me?”

You nodded, and the nurse helped you in slowly sitting up.

She checked your vitals, took some blood and checked your injury sight.

“Do you.. do you know what happened to me?”

“You came in about two weeks ago, you had major trauma to your abdomen. Do you not remember?”

You thought for a moment, forcing the memories to come to light.

You remembered the flames, you had been called out to a huge fire at a construction site, where a couple of people were said to still be inside the building.

You had gone in to try and find them, you were with Eddie and Hen.

You heard a loud creaking noise, and you barely had time to react when scaffolding fell, and then you remembered the pain.

People screaming your name.

Rain hitting your face.

You furrowed your brows a little bit.

Was it rain?

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your head to look at the nurse.

“Are you alright? Are you in pain?”

“No I uh.. I remember what happened…”

She nodded her head.

“We need to keep you in for another few days, but after that you can go home, would you have anybody you can stay with?”

“I uh.. my chief, Bobby Nash. Has he been here?”

“Oh yes, comes by every day after work.”

“Can you ask him if he can take me? I live closer to him so it’ll be easier.”

She smiled, nodding her head and you went back to think.

While you were thinking, you went back to the last thing you remembered.

You were sure it wasn’t rain, it wasn’t supposed to rain that night, maybe it was water from the trucks? But that didn’t make sense.

Why would they keep you so close to the trucks if you had been hurt?

You shook your head, taking a sip of the water that was put next to you.

You shuffled back down, deciding to get some more sleep.

You spent a lot of the time sleeping, up until the point where Bobby came to take you home, and you still sat in your own head.

He helped you to your apartment, slowly sitting you down on the couch.

“I’ve been given a strict list of what medications you’re supposed to take and when, how to look after your wound and signs of infection.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Right now you need some food that isn’t hospital food.” He smiled.

This made you laughed a little bit.

“Can we order Chinese?”

“Oh no, you’ve got to stay away from takeout right now. So, we’re going to do some simple chicken and rice and see how that goes.”

You grumbled a little bit but said nothing.

Bobby walked to your kitchen.

“I did some shopping before coming to get you.”

“I have food.”

“You have meals you throw in the microwave, we’ve been through this (Y/N) that’s not healthy.” He scoffed.

“But cooking is effort.”

“You live five minutes away from me, you could just come over you know.”

You shrugged a little bit, shuffling down so you could lay down and you placed a hand over your stomach.

You closed your eyes, the pain medicine taking hold, letting you fall asleep again.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but somebody was gently shaking your shoulder.

“Hey kiddo, hey.., come on..” Bobby whispered.

You opened your eyes, and you stared at him.

“It was you…”

“What was?”

Bobby helped you sit up, placing your dinner in your lap.

“I.. I thought it was raining, but it was you, crying. I.. I said something but I can’t remember what. I’m trying to remember the accident.”

“Don’t rush yourself (Y/N), you went through a lot. Just let it come back naturally.”

Bobby sat down with his own dinner, and you looked at him.

“What did I say bobby?”

He sighed.

“You called me your dad.”

You glanced back down at your plate, that part of the accident rushing back to you.

You were begging and pleading about how you didn’t want to die, about how much it hurt, begging Bobby not to leave you.

You kept calling him dad.

Bobby cleared his throat, and you looked up at him.

“I’m not your dad”

You nodded your head a little.

“I know…do you know that?”

He looked at you confused.

“You’ve been sleeping in my hospital room, the nurse told me. That’s not something a chief does for his fighters.”

“You don’t like being alone. That’s why you’ve got a cat, who by the way will be returned in the morning by Chim.”

“That doesn’t change what I said…”

“We’re not talking about this.”

You nodded your head, setting your plate down, not having touched a single thing on it.

“I’m really tired…”

You pushed yourself up with a great deal of pain, hand over your stomach.

You slowly padded away, making your way to your room and you laid down on your back, placing an arm over your eyes.

You didn’t mean to get annoyed at him, but on the medication and the pain you weren’t thinking right now.

Bobby stayed in your living room, truth be told you were like a kid to him, but right now that was a conversation for later.

His main thought was making sure you got better

[sirfrogsworth]

I posted the below on my Facebook. I am secretly trying to head things off at the pass. Every time people see pictures of me out and about, they think I have been magically cured or my health status has improved. And I know going to Florida is going to give people that impression.

But also, I just wish a few of my relatives could understand my situation better. And why I didn't come to Christmas. And why I might try to come to Christmas now.

I guess I'll see how this goes.

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One of the biggest struggles I've had my entire adult life is explaining why I appear fine whenever people see me. I say I am very sick and bed-bound and then they see me and I am out of bed and talking and joking and... a normal healthy person.

What many don't realize is I am making a choice.

A choice to get sick.

I can use up all my energy in a short time frame to accomplish a difficult chore or entertain a friend or go to a doctor, but that is going to have a consequence.

The more I do, the more severe the consequence.

In the ME/CFS world this is called "post-exertional malaise." (for those interested, you can read more about it here: https://rthm.com/art.../what-is-post-exertional-malaise-pem/ )

Imagine every time you wanted to do something, you were *choosing* to get the flu.

Take a walk, get the flu.

Exercise, get the flu.

Spend a night out with friends, get the flu.

And you might be thinking, "Okay, it can't be as bad as the flu. I've had the flu and the flu sucks. No one would choose that."

I may not get the nasty respiratory symptoms, but everything else is pretty much the same. Crippling fatigue, horrible aches, and the loss of the will to do much of anything. Sometimes it is much worse than the flu. Some people don't know how much being this exhausted can hurt. They have never used up enough energy that their body is unable to power itself properly. I usually say it is like every cell in my body is starving and screaming for energy. I feel it in every inch of my body—and not just on the surface... through and through. So, like... cubic inches.

Sometimes I don't even have the energy to power my legs. Trying to stand feels exactly the same as trying to lift a barbell with way more weight than you can lift. I can't get upstairs or even walk to the kitchen. It's a concentrated misery that defies description, despite my constant attempts to try.

Sometimes I get lucky and this flu lasts for a day or two. But the more active I am, the longer it can last. And the severity increases as well. There is also a cumulative version of this—where if I do a bunch of little things over a longer period of time, eventually it will catch up to me and I may be stuck in bed for a few weeks.

And when I say "stuck in bed" I mean stuck in bed.

Short trips to the bathroom and a few minutes in the kitchen to make food. If I spend too much time upright, my legs will literally give out and I will be stuck on the floor until I recharge enough energy to get up again. It would be like every time you needed to get up, you had to hold your breath. Not to mention, the more I do, the longer the recovery will take.

For a long time I chose to never get the flu. I stayed in bed and did just enough to avoid the worst of PEM. I skipped family get-togethers. I didn't see my friends. And I lived my life inside the computer. Some may find that sad, but I actually found a way to make this work. I ran a successful blog that was seen by millions of people and I met my two best friends who I now consider my new family.

One thing that allowed me to choose not to get the flu was my parents. I fear some thought they were spoiling me. They did my laundry. They helped clean my room. They got my groceries. They cooked my food. They took on any chore they could so I could avoid the flu and live some semblance of a life on my computer. There is a lot of guilt wrapped up in that. I didn't ask them to do that. They just sort of... did. And I am so grateful to them.

To be fair, they would have to do these chores for themselves anyway, and tacking on my stuff wasn't a huge deal. But I know it caused them a little extra pain and a few post exertional consequences of their own. So I appreciated that sacrifice more than I can put into words.

But then they both got very sick. And not only could they not help me with my stuff, I had to help them with their stuff. And this was a difficult transition. I had to choose to get the flu to take care of my parents, but then if I got the flu, and I couldn't take care of my parents. I believe this is called a catch-22.

My initial solution was to just not take care of myself. At all. My health and mental well-being was set aside and I just gave all of my energy to them. I didn't shower. I forgot to take important medicines. I didn't do a single thing that brought me joy. And I'm reminded of that analogy of the airplane emergency where the oxygen masks drop. You put on your mask first before you put one on your child. Your instinct is to save them first at all costs. But if you pass out, they are screwed.

So I kept getting that cumulative version of the flu. I'd help them as much as I could for a week or a month and then I'd be useless to them for just as long. Living in the basement did not help. Stairs were very hard for me and constantly going up and down was a huge waste of energy.

And I'm sad to say, the level of care I gave to my mom was not great. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't understand how to balance my needs with hers. And it led to costly mistakes. She had several preventable falls that caused injuries. At one point she spent hours on the floor because I fell asleep and did not check on her. When you know someone needs regular supervision, you need to synchronize sleepy time.

Thankfully I learned from all of these lessons. Maybe not as quickly as I would have liked, but I did figure it out. I just wish I had learned them before my mom passed. I just wasn't able to give her the help she needed.

And you can tell me "you did your best" all you like, but this isn't a guilt I am choosing. It's just there and I feel it no matter what anyone says. In time I am hoping it will get lighter, but I'm afraid it cannot be wiped away with a well-intentioned platitude.

But with my dad, I decided to move upstairs. That was something I should have done much sooner. But I liked having my personal space and that was hard to give up. When he slept, I slept. When he spent 4 hours at dialysis 3x per week, I would make sure to take care of any personal needs. I would do chores a tiny bit at a time. 5 minutes here, 5 minutes there. And then I would lay on the couch in between and regain my strength. I did everything possible to not get the flu. And I got my flu shots so I wouldn't get the actual flu. (Get your flu shot! 50K die from it every year!) The only hitch in my plan was when I got a kidney stone at the same time my dad was in rehab. I have no idea how I got us through that.

I was very proud of the care I was able to give my dad. And I'm so grateful I was able to pay back just a tiny bit of what my parents did to help me. And the care I gave my father is the only thing that helps me feel better about my failures with my mom.

But now I am entering a new chapter of my life. And I find myself choosing to get the flu more often. I have decided sometimes it is worth the consequences. Part of that is because I am more used to it after dealing with it for 20 years. I have coping mechanisms and procedures and techniques to manage the symptoms. It doesn't make them suck any less, but it definitely makes it more manageable. It's akin to people with chronic pain who still feel the pain just as profoundly as when it was new, but they get so used to it that they forget that isn't how they are supposed to feel.

I approached this scientifically. I did tests. I went to the movies. I tried once a week and that was too much. Then I scaled it back and that was more manageable. Then I realized I had movies at home and decided to end that experiment.

I started to put my energy into something I enjoyed more. My photography. So I have been finding new ways to take pictures again. More experiments. I'm designing a simpler studio that requires much less energy. I'm creating a little product photography workstation where I don't have to set up everything each time I want to take a cool picture of an object. It will just be "turn on the lights" and "take the pictures."

Figuring all of this out made me realize how much I missed photography. And since I have been shooting test pictures here and there, my mental health has been noticeably better. And once I get this all figured out and set up, I am hoping some of you will let me take your photo. Or a photo of your kid. Or a pet. Whatever you have that needs photographing, I'm game.

I'm not going to charge. It's not going to be a business. I do not have the energy to "hustle." And asking people for money just sucked all of the fun out of my beloved art form. It corrupted it. I just love taking pictures and if you need a photo, I'd like to do that for you. I also restore old photos for fun. I'll talk about all of this more in another post when I am ready to start.

And then my grand experiment is coming next week.

I am going to travel.

I am going to see my best friend in Florida for two days. Two days of travel and two days of visiting. This is a scary choice. I know the aftermath is going to be difficult. But I need to get out of this house. I need to see my chosen family in person. And I have never been on a plane and I love the perspective from high places. I know people hate air travel, but for me, looking out that viewport is stunning television that cannot be matched.

Purposely making myself sick sounds like a bad idea. But it isn't life threatening. I have the free time to recover as long as I need to. And I can always choose not to get sick for a while if it gets too hard.

I just ask that people not see this as going from a worse life to a better one. I was really proud of the life I was able to create for myself while staying in bed. That took a long time to figure out. I met some of my favorite people. And I accomplished things I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams. Please do not shit on that life and think it was sad or meaningless. I was given that life as a gift from my parents and it kept me alive. It has always been a huge insult when people pitied that precious gift they gave me.

This is not a better life that I am trying to figure out. It is just better for me right now. My needs have changed. I have changed. So I am trying to adapt. I just ask that people understand when I go out and do something, please remember the choice I am making.

You may be tempted to say, "You are doing so much better!" I am not any better than I was 10 years ago. Actually, my health has degraded. It's just that before I didn't think getting the flu every time I did something was worth it. And I would hope everyone would understand that was a valid choice.

And now I am inviting those consequences.

On purpose.

Give me the flu, I guess.

[oracle-of-dream]

Can't Help It

Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eunchan, loves every ounce of you. So much that when he looks at you his entire world stops and he can't help but lose himself in looking at you. Then his mind starts to wander about all the things you could do to him...

Warnings: Male reader, Eunchan w/ huge cock, multiple orgasms, public sex, caught having sex, soft dom Eunchan, Eunchan is unbelievably horny

Wordcount: 1.2k

Eunchan has always been your number one support in everything you do. No matter what you did, what you wore, or how you looked; Eunchan would tell you that you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Sometimes to the point, it would cause problems… Eunchan is a tall man, very athletic, and very healthy. So, it's understandable he’s got more of a drive than some people. But Eunchan would get hot and bothered with almost anything involving you. It would make it impossible for him to focus on doing anything else other than satisfying himself. To the point that Eunchan wouldn’t care about the situation at hand, even in public, he’d whip it and beg for you to help him.

Recently you went to the mall with him to buy new clothes for the two of you. Eunchan wasn’t completely fashion blind, but he still couldn’t dress himself enough to satisfy you. He always trusts your judgment, so he’d wear anything you gave him. 

You held up a few shirts to his body. “Hold these, please,” you said as you went to find more clothes. You brought over a few pairs of pants and shoes too, “Dressing room. Now.”

Eunchan followed you to the dressing room and changed into different outfits as you requested, never complaining. Your tall Ken doll was so cute in a white sweatshirt with blue denim overalls. You’d finally found something that worked, now to find something for yourself to match with him.

You stepped into your dressing room and started changing. You just took off your pants when you heard a knock on the door and saw a pair of shoes outside.

“Yes?” You called.

“Baby… I wanna see,” Eunchan responded.

“I’m not wearing the outfit yet.”

There was a small pause. “I know…” Eunchan’s feet were poking under the door as he lifted himself to look over it, peeking in at you. “I just want to see you. It’s a bit of an emergency.”

You groaned, “now, babe? You can’t be serious.” You opened the door a crack and Eunchan squeezed into the small space.

“I’m sorry, I know you said not to but I couldn’t help but think about you getting undressed in here, and one thing led to another,” Eunchan explained as he shifted awkwardly in his overalls with a massive bulge that fought against the fabric.

“Eunchan, this is really not a good time! Can’t you hold it?” 

He shook his head, his eyes were distant. He wasn’t even really listening anymore. He chose to sit on the bench in the room and slip the overalls low enough to free himself, rubbing himself as he stared at you.

“Eunchan! Please!” You begged.

“Y/n, I need you. I can’t go walking around the mall like this– people will think I’m sort of a freak.”

You knew Eunchan was going to start getting more desperate the longer you forced him to wait. Rolling your eyes, you lock the dressing room and give your boyfriend the attention he needs. Touching his bulge earns a guttural moan from his pink lips.

“Quiet place. No one can know what we’re doing, so keep it in,” you commanded.

Eunchan whined and squirmed as you freed his cock from its fabric prison, already dripping with pre-cum. He was sensitive to your touch, flinching and breathing sharply every time you even grazed him. 

You needed two hands to handle him. Eunchan’s cock was a disgusting ten inches, which according to him wasn’t very big in his hands. You know all his weak spots, and since time is of the essence you abuse every single one. Squeezing the shaft as you stroke him and licking his massive tip to make him crack.

He begged for release, “Please, I need to cum. I wanna cum so bad.”

He was getting more into it as you gave him the pleasure he wanted; bucking into your hand and started covering his mouth with his hand to try not to make more noise, but one particularly loud groan slipped out. 

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so amazing. I love you. It’s good, so great! Please, I–” He suddenly started cumming and gave no warning to you as he shot ropes onto your face.

“Eunnie, you’re making a mess!” You cried as you wiped off any cum on your face.

“S-Sorry…” He moaned breathlessly, his head leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. The way his body moved and squirmed, you could tell that simple handjob you gave him wasn’t enough. Without directly saying it, he was begging for more from you.

You slid your underwear down, looking over at the door to make sure it was locked before climbing onto Eunchan’s lap. His hands automatically affixed themselves to your hips and lifted you. You lined his dick with your hole and Eunchan took care of moving you down slowly onto him. 

Even though he was drinking in lust, he still made sure he wasn’t hurting you and giving you as much time as he could for you to accept him.

You were about halfway when you felt his legs start shaking, a sign that he was starting to lose the strength to hold it in. “Eunnie, please–” you placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself, “kiss me when you do it.”

His lips melted into yours as he happily pushed you further down, with more strength, trying to kiss you through the pain. As soon as you envelope him completely, you feel him shooting a load into you. His blissed-out expression and full-body convulsions confirmed the feeling. He was teary-eyed and his lips were more red than pink from kissing you.

“You’re so tight– I’m sorry– I wanted to hold it in…” He sobbed.

You lifted yourself but your legs gave out halfway, slamming you back down onto him. You felt the light behind your eyes light up as your body enjoyed the sensation of his cock pushing your guts. You could feel his cock was still hard, and twitching in you. Eunchan’s hands gripped your hips and lifted you again.

“You’ve already cum twice. How much more?” You asked.

He shook his head, “More, more, I need it more.” Eunchan slammed you down onto him again and started fucking you like a sex toy, lifting you to then slam you back down onto his cock. He was using you purely for his enjoyment and squeezed your curves wherever his hands found purchase. 

The sound of skin slapping was rhythmic and loud, but you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your own moans. You’d tried to hold them in but lost control when Eunchan started moving you and fucked his cum back into you. Eunchan bit at your neck, giving you love bites, and sucked on your nipples. 

By the end of it, you were a drooling and twitching mess. Eunchan seemed refreshed, full of smiles and nuzzles as he helped you off of him. He’d cum a total of 6 times, five of them being in you… It wasn’t long before you two were kicked not only from the store but from the mall entirely. Luckily no one called the police to arrest you for public indecency… And you didn’t get to buy Eunchan his outfit.

[sailorkamino]

Hi! Could you write some headcannons for tbb x body insecure or plus sized reader?

body insecurities [bad batch]

relationships: gn!reader x bad batch

warnings: weight insecurities, echo has body dysmorphia, diet culture, an older sibling being a parental figure, autistic tech struggling w/ emotions, past body shaming

a/n: i love writing for tech but i struggle with his dialogue, if you're a bad batch writer pls send me some tips to making him sound in character <3

crosshair

• great at reading body language so he can tell when you need comfort even if you don't verbalize it

• he might seem annoyed but that's just his rbf, if he didn't care he wouldn't ask

• the type to be angry when he's worried

• it's eaiser to threaten you then admit he cares

• he'll say stuff like "take a risk like that again and i'll shoot you" or "drink some water dumb ass, i'm not your baby sitter"

• his first reaction is to fight the problem

• "did someone tell you that shit?"

• once he realizes he doesn't need to commit murder he's not leaving you along until you talk

• cross is the best listener and i will die on this hill

• he can seem dismissive of your insecurities but he does care, he just thinks you're wrong lmao

• brutally honest so any praise from him means a lot

echo

• the most empathetic boyfriend part 1

• def has suffered from body dysmorphia so he understands

• but also baffled cuz you're perfect to him

• he's very serious about your mental health so he wants to his a conversation about this

• the most genleman to ever gentleman, he will shower you in love!!

• lots of cuddling and sweet words

• hope you don't have any plans cuz you're not allowed to leave his arms until you feel better

• if you want to eat better that's great! but none of these unhealthy diets you see on the holonet

• no he'll research the best diet/exercise plan for you personally to make sure you're safe <3

• you've helped so much with his confidence he's determined to return the favor

hunter

• instantly knows when something's bothering you

• as the oldest he was forced into a parental role at a young age so he has a lot of expierence with comforting

• will give you a worried dad look until you tell him what's wrong

• he might get a little pushy if you aren't opening up

• he doesn't mean to but worrying about his loved ones is like his default setting

• [protective mode activated] did someone say something? cross will probably help get rid of a body if he asks-

• blames himself for your doubt

• secretly reads/watches romance stories so he'll probably drop some cheesy lines from them

• shows your tummy lots of love, like using it as a pillow while you stroke his hair or sneaking a hand under your top, lulled by your breaths

• cuddles with skin to skin contact are very intimate to hunter cuz of his higtened senses so this is very special privilege

• if it'll give you confidence he offers to work out with you, using the holonet he tries to find 'fun' exercises you can both enjoy (yoga, zumba, etc.)

tech

• he'll get frustrated because he doesn't understand your pov

• he's told you that you're attractive and healthy, why are you still upset?

• hunter has always told him "you can't make others see things the way you do" and it's infuriating for him

• tech is a fixer so he feels helpless when he can't just fix your insecurities

• he'll encourage you to talk to one of his more emotionally intelligent brothers which you take as rejection

• when your eyes fill with tears he panics even more

• "perhaps i should get hunter-" "i don't want your brothers, i want you tech"

• he's quiet for a moment before awkwardly opening his arms, "physical touch causes the brain to release oxytocin, a bonding hormone that strengthens social bonds in mammals. would you like a hug?"

• he's always found you attractive but never voiced it, now he makes sure to tell you every time

• get ready for blunt but 100% genuine compliments like "your chest is distracting in that shirt"

wrecker

• the most empathetic boyfriend part 2

• king of emotional intelligence

• will pick you up and hold you like you're a doll, laughs if you call yourself 'heavy'

• everyone is kind of small to wrecker (even his brothers) so to him you're practically a baby tooka

• but still he takes your feelings seriously

• cadet wrecker was definitely body shamed by regs so he knows how it feels

• showers you with affection 24/7 so it's hard to feel insecure around this guy

• will fight anyone who makes you feel bad >:(

• like hunter, he also offers to work out with you (not just cuz he loves showing off-)

• loves active games, like just dance or wii sports

• is up for any activity has long as you're involved tbh

[leoncillo]

Oh me oh my. I wrote again. What has come over me lately? Tsk tsk

Anyway, reader has chronic pain (namely fibromyalgia and MS), the clone brothers risk it all to help them. I think this one is gender neutral as well? I didn't edit this one either so I might've slipped up and used "she" somewhere. Will probably put this on AO3 too. Reader is Black.

The Hantengu Clones brave the sun to take care of reader

Your eyes slowly cracked open one morning. The light from the sun being extra harsh to you and your aching head. Your throat was bone dry, your body heavy, and you felt pain on every inch of your body. Quickly as you could, you checked the bedside table for your daily meds only to realize you forgot to pick up the refills from the pharmacy.

"Oh... I'm so doomed" you groaned.

You climbed out of bed before the room started spinning and you stumbled a bit, your blood pressure not getting the memo that you're upright. Noticing your boyfriends weren't with you, you decided to find them and try to start your day the best you could.

Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu, and even little Zohakuten were standing around in the kitchen bantering about breakfast that Sekido made before they all turned to your slumped form leaving your room. The men grew completely silent as they watched you walk with a limp to the refrigerator. Your eyes were glossy, but vacant like you were moving on auto pilot. You hair was a mess and if they looked closely they could see you breathing heavily. You wordlessly opened the fridge to grab the carton of orange juice just for it to fall straight out of your hand like butter. It seemed like an eternity had passed before you noticed and looked down at your hand to find you had little feeling in it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" asked Karaku as he stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You flinched like you just noticed his presence before you started to cry and eventually wail.

"What did you do, asshole?!" shouted Sekido, as he punched Karaku in the chest.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Maybe we can fix it. Don't cry. I get sad when you cry" said Aizetsu, who hovered near you unsure if he could touch you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but everything started spinning again and you felt yourself falling before everything went black.

A few minutes later you found yourself waking up on the couch with five pairs of eyes watching over you.

"Y/N, can you hear me?!" Urogi shouted and you flinched at the noise.

"Not so loud. You're upsetting them. I hate when they're upset" said Zohakuten.

"Ugh I'm up, I'm up" you said in a non convincing voice.

"Why did you faint on us? Don't tell me you've caught a cold! Irresponsible ass humans" said Sekido.

You looked down at your lap, anxiously grabbing the blanket and biting your lower lip. "So there's something I never told you guys about me. You see I have several chronic illnesses and they're all incurable. Some days are better than others and some days are really really bad."

"What illnesses do you have?" said Urogi, leaning in closer in curiosity.

"Well the main ones are fibromyalgia and multiple sclerosis" you said, only to look up at them all with their heads tilted in confusion like puppies.

"Fibromyalgia causes me to hurt all over my body. Especially 18 main points like my shoulders. Even this blanket and my clothes kinda hurt. It usually flares up after I do too much in a day."

"Ooh that explains why you started crying. Sorry Y/N!" said Karaku, who went to rub your shoulder before catching himself. "Maybe that's not the best idea right now."

"Okay and what's the muscle cytosis thing?" asked Urogi.

"It's called multiple sclerosis, you dunce!"

"So you guys know about the immune system and everything, right? It's supposed to fight off illnesses and keep the body healthy, but sometimes it gets confused and fights the body instead. With MS, my immune system attacks my brain and spinal cord. Sometimes parts of my body goes numb or burns, like my feet, or my eyesight blurs, if not, goes out altogether. Among other things. That illness will get worse over time, too."

"Why didn't you tell us about something so important? It makes me sad when you hide stuff from us" said Aizetsu, tearing up.

You looked away from them back to your lap. "I'm not used to people sticking around after they know my situation and limitations. And that's just with humans! You guys are like ten humans each. I didn't want y'all to think I was a burden and leave because I can't keep up. Usually I have medicine to help me feel a little better or at least ignore some of it, but I was so busy I forgot to pick up my refills. I can't really move too far like this so I'm kinda screwed."

Zohakuten rushed to you in haste and palmed your face, squishing your cheeks together. "What do you need us to do? How can we help?"

"Well heat 'akes 'ith worse so keepin' me coo', but I nedth my med'cine the most. And a good hea'thy dwink" you said.

You all turned and glanced at the window and the rays of sunshine being blocked out. "I'll go first thing at sunset" said Zohakuten, as he released your cheeks and went to make a list of things to buy.

"He's such a good boy" you said, proudly.

"Let me help! I'm good too!" shouted Urogi.

"We'll all split up and get something from the list. We'll get back faster that way." said Sekido.

They all helped you back to bed and tried to make you as comfortable as possible. It wasn't enough and they all stood on edge as they heard you tossing and thrashing in the other room. The pain driving you up the wall like you were being torn apart limb from limb.

"Oh no!" said Aizetsu, staring at his phone. "It says the pharmacy will close before sunset. It's not like the convenience store will have these kinds of drugs."

"Maybe I can fly really fast and stick to the shadows to-"

"To turn into fried chicken?" said Karaku with a huff.

"I could have my dragons go get it."

"And tear up the whole roadway?" asked Aizetsu.

They all grew quiet in defeat before realizing Sekido was mysteriously silent.

"I might have a solution," he began and pulled out a box from his kimono sleeve.

"Douma recommended these patches of wisteria and spider lily flower. Supposedly, they'll let us go into the daylight without turning to ashes immediately."

"That's great! Y/N will feel better in no time!" said Urogi.

"What's the catch?" said Karaku and Zohakuten in unison.

"The patch does have the wisteria component so our powers, speed, and regeneration will be slowed greatly. We'll be out there longer than we would if it were night and while we won't turn to ash, we'll still feel the pain of burning."

They all fell silent again before they jumped at the sound of a loud crying and sobbing coming from your room.

Before they knew it, they were each putting on a patch and preparing to get whatever you needed.

At some point, you were so tired from the pain that you fell asleep only to jolt awake at the overwhelming smell of burning entering your nostrils.

Springing up out of bed thinking something caught fire, an actual common occurrence in the house, you ran to the kitchen as best you could only to see a pile of smoking bodies twitching and breathing heavily.

Without saying anything, they each sat up, still regenerating, and held out a bag to you. Urogi had your medicine, but was nursing a severely burnt wing and talon. Sekido had tubs of ice cream in one arm, while the other was burned away. Aizetsu had a bouquet of flowers and a severe burn along his torso and back. Karaku had a bunch of differently flavored hydrating sports drinks, but one of his horns, arms, and some of his hair was singed. Lastly, Zohakuten beat a drum and a small dragon held out a bear plushie that was wrapped in bandages that said "Get well soon" while the boy nursed his burned face and burns on his legs and most of his drums.

You lips trembled before you fell to your knees and burst in tears, lunging to wrap your arms around as many of them as you could.

"Did we mess up? A-Are these not your favorite flowers?" asked Aizetsu.

"Do you hate the bear? It's the one I hated the least" asked Zohakuten.

"If you don't like any of these flavors, I don't care. We don't waste food in this house" said Sekido.

"I know you don't like blue flavor, but I wanted to get one of each. I suggest the green one first" said Karaku with a wink and a wince.

"And I have the most important thing! The medicine!" said Urogi, puffing his chest out in pride as whatever feathers he had left turned fluffy and excited.

"Thank you!" you said hugging them tighter and crying harder.

"OWW!"

[yellowflowerbub]

KINKTOBER

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Day 19: Hand Kink - Sexual Arousal From One's Or Another's Hands

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. todo notices how you stare at his hands while he drives home from the gym and presents an idea to you

wordcount. 1.5k

pairing(s). aoi todo x afab!reader

warning(s). hand kink, pwp, kinda pervy reader, fingering, in the car, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, cum eating

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Todo put the majority of his focus into bettering himself. He took excessive care of his body, doing so usually taking up most of his free time. He made sure to shower frequently and moisturize twice as much. His hair care routine seemed more intricate than yours and he spent ten minutes minimum bent over the bathroom sink rubbing a plethora of skin cleansers and anti-wrinkle creams over every inch of his face and neck. He made sure to work out every single day and if he missed it, he’d do triple as much the day after. The only things he allowed to enter his body were water and protein along with any other healthy supplement that could ensure his progression.

His hard work showed greatly- it being evident in every polished and shined muscle adorn him. When he stood, he was plenty taller than you and unfathomably bigger. Besides his thighs being about as wide as your torso, his biceps rivaled your head in size. When he would hug you, his shoulders would completely envelope your body and in times where he happened to forget this, you’d nudge him until he released you with a great deal of apologies. 

Along with the other things that attracted you to him, his hands always happened to be at the top of the list. He poured just as much time into his hand care as he would anything else and you took great notice. You’d always caught sight of how soft his hands looked, his fingers in particular. The tips of them were wide and bulky and the nails around the other side were clean, filed, and short cut into a neat semi-circle. The joints running down his digits created dips that you had trouble tearing your eyes away from. His knuckles were bruised and a shade darker than the rest of his hand and back of his hands were covered in veins that bulged when his grip tightened on the spinning steering wheel.

“Babe?” 

You return from your muse, cheeks hot and nearly drooling. Had you been daydreaming this entire time?

“Hm?” Your body tilts as the car turns onto a highway. 

“Wanna pick somethin’ up from the store? S’ cheat day today so I'll get what you get too or we can just share whatever you get, pretty. Unless you want it! You can have your whole cheat day candy if you want it, babe.” Todo has always been quite thoughtful. He made a great effort to include you in the majority of hobbies that took up his schedule such as dieting or working out at his gym as you’d done today. You thought it was cute.

“Oh- right. Uh, I don’t want anything. I’ll just eat when we get home.” 

 For a brief moment his eyes slip to you, swilling up your exprespression then falling back to the road, “Everything ok? You usually get a little snack or something. Did I really take that long in my set? My bad babe-”

You interrupt him before he could manage to blame himself any further, “It’s not you, I was just,” you peek at his hands, “distracted.” He notices.

“Oh... Oh.” He faces forward, eyes directly connected to the road and clenches the leather steering wheel as the gears in his head turn. For a moment, the car was completely silent- your thighs shifting closer to one another and your nails fidgeting with the rim of your loose shorts as you await some type of response from your boyfriend.

“My hands really get to you that much? M’ glad I can have that kind of effect on you.” he admits, chuckling under his breath, “And you call me a perv.” 

You playfully nudge his shoulder, feigning annoyance, “Yeah, cause you are.”

“That’s fair but now I know we’re on the same level of perviness,” he purrs, “Only time I space out when I’m thinking about your body, is if it’s about that beautiful ass. Gym’s been treatin’ you well.”

Despite having been in a relationship for well over a year, you were still taken aback by your boyfriend’s forwardness. You tell him off but he persists, snaking a hand to cop a feel of your thigh. “You think I don’t notice?” Suddenly, the car felt a little warmer than it was a minute ago.

You stutter on what words you use to respond to Aoi as his palm burns on your skin. Feeling his hands on you, practically taking up the sp

The bumps on the unkept streets led to a jolt of the car, every bump bounced you a bit over the seat inturn digging his fingers a little further and a little deeper into your cunt. 

You clutch the arm rest of your seat and lay your head onto Todo’s forearm. The smell of his cologne seemed to be the only scent your nose could pick up, that and mix of whatever you would call that bitter gym smell. Even so, it was deeply intoxicating and gave your eyes a hard time staying in focus. You sigh into his skin as he enters you- your naked thighs subconsciously spreading from each other to create enough room for him. You stutter on your words of encouragement, every last letter getting caught in your throat and he coo’s at how cute you sound doing it.

Your attention shifts to the car window and the few vehicles that ride past it. The thoughts of one of those drivers taking notice of you panting against the tinted glass made you grind into the leather seat. The potential mortification you would experience if one of those curious drivers locked eyes with your own and to have that overwhelming embarrassment turn into guilty pleasure as Aoi would speed away from their glares. 

The tips of his fingers rapidly knead your walls while the large of his palm unintentionally press and rub against your clit. You tighten around him, every inch of you engulfing his burly fingers and he groans- eyes flickering between the near empty roads and your figure that squirmed in his passenger seat. Your hand comes to hold his wrist for dear life, only invigorating him further. The rhythm he once held moved at a faster beat with your hammering heart following suit.

Your ears perk at the sound of his hand firmly gripping his steering wheel while his other hand busy catering to your sex; the squelches of your pussy resounds throughout the car while you attentively watch his fingers delve knuckle deep into you, “Fuck-” you mutter, “Do that again,” He does so without a moments hesitation every last stroke now deep enough to caress your g-spot. 

Todo’s own groin burned- itching for an ounce of the attention that he gave you. It jerked behind his sweats while his stomach coiled at your volume yet he couldn’t have cared any less about that in that moment. The only thoughts that racked through his mind were disorganized, muddled, ideas of what he would do to you when he finally gets home or off the highway. 

“Yeah? That feels good I bet. You’re fucking clenching down on me,” He could feel his and your own muscles tense from everything occurring in his car, “My pretty girl. M’ so fucking lucky to have you.”

You felt drunk on his words. He’d always have that kind of effect on you. Despite never being poetic or poignant with his words, the manner in which he spoke to you- that rapt and enthralled tone which he used to praise every move you made completely whipped you. No matter how much he commended you, it felt like too much whilst feeling like it was never enough.

“Can’t wait till we get home. M’ gonna stuff my fingers in your mouth while I please you against our door,,” He finally catches sight of an upcoming exit, “Or maybe I’ll just pull over n’ ruin you in the car. What’d you think?”

Both of his ideas had your mind spiraling. The thought of him filling your mouth with his fat fingers, having your tongue swirl around them and your full cheeks hollow as you suck on them. His hips pounding from behind and making your spine curl. The mere thought was invigorating enough for the build up Todo worked you toward to snap.

Air was completely cut off from your lungs as your eyes screwed shut. Your voice raised and you spoke in inaudible whines you didn’t realize were pouring out. You gnaw on your bottom lip as repeated curses rake through your mind. It all felt too good. You choke out his name and he swore he almost came hearing it.

He pulls into a parking lot that's completely vacant besides the tall street lights on the outskirts of it then quickly shifts the car into park and eases his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Backseat.” 

You hum, not quite back in your head yet. “The backseat. I'm not done.”

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a/n: sorry this is wayy late. I got in a writers block and couldn’t bring myself to my laptop

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[appocalipse]

Hiiii I don’t know if you’re taking requests, but if I could request this with eddie or Steve with reader who’s having a really down depression day? (Very much a self indulgent request) Just some good old comfort and fluff would be greatly appreciated ❤️

hiiii! i think this turned out to be a much more self-indulgent request on my part in the end lol i'm not sure if that's what you wanted, but i hope you like it anyway. thank you so much for this request anon! i hope you're well ♥ eddie x reader! tw: depression, anxiety

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You knew it was a bad idea long before you got here. There are days in which the voice in your head it’s easier to ignore; today it's loud enough to make it impossible to even hear what your friends are saying. You make sure to laugh every time they laugh, though, nod your head when someone looks at you. Look alive, that is.

Not that it makes any difference, reminds the voice in your head. None of them are paying attention to you, of course.

You're sitting between Nancy and Robin. Every now and then they look at each other over your head and share a giggle. They’re telling a story, something funny that happened at a party everyone went to — well, everyone but you, of course, but you know they aren’t deliberately trying to exclude you. 

How could they possibly tell a story that includes you? that voice asks. Should they talk about how you've mastered the art of sitting in a corner and looking miserable? 

You pick up snippets of conversation here and there, try to nod your head at the right moments. Robin is excitedly saying something, drawing laughter from everyone around the table — she's a good storyteller, she's fun, a good addition to the group. Unlike you. You got lucky.

It feels like an invisible hand is squeezing your heart tightly. You look down at your hands resting on the table and start fiddling with your fingers nervously, barely noticing you’re doing it; pulling, pinching. 

Inside your head, the voice is relentless. 

Why did you come? 

You know they only called you out of pity. 

The only thing you do here is take up space.

You shouldn't have come. Shouldn't have come. Shouldn't have come. The words hang around your neck like a rope. 

Everyone seems to be involved in the conversation — everyone is smiling, and even Jonathan laughs when Nancy starts talking about a dance move she once saw him do. 

It's the perfect moment — you get up, mumbling a quick ‘I'll be right back’ (although probably no one cares to hear) and head for the apartment door.

Outside, you sit on the stairs. Darkness surrounds you, silence stretches out. You try to breathe. It's almost 1 am — nobody's going to see you here, probably.

You'd like to cry, but crying will mess up your makeup, and then your friends will notice and feel the need to ask why, because they're kind, and then you'll have to find a way to explain....and how are you supposed to explain the ongoing storm within you, sometimes silent but never really gone? How are you supposed to explain the storm if they only know the passing rain?

It's not their fault they're normal, that they're healthy. And they shouldn’t have to carry a burden that isn't theirs.

Maybe if I'd had a little to drink, you think feebly, I'd be more fun company.

Being scandalous is not the same thing as being fun, the voice replies immediately. 

You put your face in your hands, elbows resting on your knees. The voice is not wrong, you think.

Leaving seems very tempting, crying in the privacy of your room seems tempting, although it is only a temporary relief. Eddie gave you a ride here, but you can walk home. It's not that far and nothing bad has happened in Hawkins for quite some time…

And who cares if it does?

You glance towards the apartment door. The only problem is, you don't want to go back there to say goodbye to them — it's going to be uncomfortable and you're only going to get in the way once again. Eddie will offer to drive you home, Steve might too, and then you'll have interrupted all of them again. It's so quiet on the stairs that you can hear muffled laughter from inside.

You cross your arms over your knees and rest your forehead on your arm, sighing.

Then the door to Robin's apartment opens once more. 

You’re startled until you see it's Eddie. 

“Sweetheart, what are you doing on the floor?” he asks, standing at the top of the stairs. "That lovely dress of yours will get dirty."

An almost unexplainable feeling rises in your chest just by looking at him. It's a mixture of embarrassment, pain, and happiness; embarrassment, because you must look a little pathetic right now, pain because liking him as much as you do can only end in disaster, and happiness because he likes you enough to come out here looking for you.

Or perhaps the others asked him to do it, the voice in your mind suggests. They must feel sorry for you.

Shut up, you think.

“Lovely?” you ask. Try to sound normal, undo the lump in your throat, smile like a normal girl would smile right now.

Eddie sits a step above you, knee bent near your shoulder. He puts a hand over his heart and smiles one of his easy smiles. “My absolute favorite.”

“Oh, really?”

“Until you wear something else.”

You giggle. He's always kind to you. Always has been. Eddie knew you were at war with yourself from the very first moment he laid eyes on you, and he's been striving to be a white flag ever since.

“What are you doing here, Eddie?"

“Needed some air, so…” he begins. Then he lowers his head, biting his lower lip.  Seems like he has hundreds of thoughts struggling to get out of his mind — and maybe he does. Eventually, he adds, “...actually, no, that's not true. I was worried about you."

You look at each other for one second too long not to be awkward. Then you look away and say, "Me? I'm fine, really. I’m okay."

But your voice sounds high-pitched, higher than usual, more frantic. As if you’re trying to get rid of the words. 

Eddie is not stupid.

"I'm just a little tired. I was thinking about going home," you continue, before he can ask anything that you don’t want to answer right now.

"Going home?"

"Yeah."

He breathes in slowly, "Want me to drive you?"

“No! No, you should be in there, enjoying yourself with your friends.”

“Our friends.”

It's a slip.

"Our friends," you repeat as convincingly as you can, not believing any word at all. The void pulls you in, pulls you down, and the voice in your head screams in your ear until you say, "I'm sorry, Eddie.”

“For what?”

“You're losing out on all the fun in there.”

He's too nice and you're a burden he shouldn't have to carry…

He bumps his knee into your shoulder playfully. "Nah. It's not as fun without you-" You make a sound between a sigh and a laugh and he loses the train of thought. There's a hint of pain behind that sound, of disbelief, and Eddie can feel it. "What is it?" he asks cautiously, looking at you.

Your smile is wide, but it's not happy, far from genuine. If he pays attention, he can tell one from the other these days.

"It's nice of you to say that," you whisper, now looking down at your feet. It’s like the words slipped out, like you didn’t even notice you were saying them.

Eddie worries you’re slipping away.

"No," he says, tilting his head down to see your face better, "it's just the truth."

The lump in your throat grows, expands. You feel dangerously close to crying. And then you giggle instead; a humorless, lifeless sound.

“Eddie, c'mon,” you say nonchalantly, nudging his knee with your shoulder. “It's okay, I know I'm no fun.”

Eddie hates, hates that look on your face, like you’re really waiting for him to agree with you — that blank expression, the practiced smile, the way you seem used to the pain; you even seem to expect it.

His eyebrows rise up, all faux offense, a wolfish grin taking up his features. And just like that, Eddie is back to his usual dramatics. “Excuse me,” he says, “are you calling me a liar, miss?”

Next thing you know, he's leaning forward from the step above you, one leg on either side of you, and the tips of his fingers are at your sides, moving up your ribs, tickling and tickling and tickling. 

You start to laugh — a real laugh, entirely different from the previous one, much to Eddie's delight — trying to fend off his merciless attacks but failing in every attempt.

"Eddie!" you gasp between giggles. “Eddie- stop!”

Eddie is very good at tickling. He's methodical, fast, and way too determined, and he's only satisfied when you’re laughing so hard you fall limp against his stomach, still giggling as you slide down, your back against his thigh, a half-lying position but not quite.

“What? he encourages, a devilish grin on his face. “Do you surrender?”

“Yeah, yes- Stop!”

“Repeat after me: 'i'm super cool and fun to be around'.”

“I'm super- HAHAHA- OK, okay! I'm super cool!”

He slows down but doesn't stop. “And?”

“-and fun to be around! I'm fun!”

Now he stops — but the satisfied, huge smile stays on his face as you rest your weight against him, panting. You can do little more than that in your current state. Your belly hurts — but it's a good kind of pain, a welcome pain. Laughing until it hurts is the kind of pain worth feeling. 

Eddie looks at you from above, kind of upside down. It's an odd angle and he's still handsome — too handsome, too close. Your heart jumps and his smile turns sweet.

“That's better,” Eddie says, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead with his fingertips. Except for your chest — that’s moving up and down frantically as you try to catch your breath — you're still, the shy smile frozen on your face. "You are awesome,” he adds.

“Stop,” you murmur, turning to press your face against Eddie's side, squeezing his shirt in your fist. 

He feels the heat of your skin through the fabric. He can tell you’re still smiling and smiles too.

“And you're fun and smart and you really care about people. And you're never cruel—”

“Eddie.”

“-except to yourself.”

You don't look at him. "I was just being realistic."

Eddie seems to think for a moment. You crawl into a better position, still sitting on the bottom step as he settles on the top one, your back against his leg.

“No, you weren’t,” he says gently. "Robin asked me if you were coming today at least seven times, you know that?"

Your smile grows a little more confident. “Eddie-”

“And before I left to get you, Steve and Robin were arguing about who would pair up with you to play charades later. So Nancy ended the argument by saying that she would do it herself.”

Now you laughed. "But I'm terrible at charades."

“I know,” he says softly, eyes even softer. "It has nothing to do with the game."

You don't answer, and neither does the voice in your head — momentarily silent. Instead, you let your head rest against Eddie again, just below his sternum, hiding your face. Eddie smiles. He'd love to see the expression on your face right now, but he's pretty sure he can guess what it looks like.

“Do you still want me to take you home?” he asks cautiously, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“I-No.”

Eddie rubs soothing circles on your skin. “I'll take you if you want,” he reassures. “Or…we could go back inside and play charades with those idiots. BUT! Only if you promise to be my pair.”

He feels your laugh more than he hears it. You put your arms around his waist — a little awkward hug, but good enough.

You stay like that for a couple of seconds. Then, you say, “Sure, let's go inside.”

But when you make a move to get up, Eddie pulls you right back and says, “Let’s stay like this a little bit longer, though, huh?”

And there’s no sign of the voice in your head for the rest of the night.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Seaside]

Warnings: big sad, but it’s a little tinier already, the fighting continues, fears of abandonment & so much guilt, OC does way too much overthinking, Yoongi has done no wrong, I tried to sprinkle some good moments in between for damage control hahahelp, this is a healthy balance of hurt and comfort

Wordcount: 11.9k

a/n: i hope that there isn’t too much happening, but i thought that we all want them to make up as soon as possible. originally this chapter was supposed to be three individual chapters fjadsf it’s better that way i think

Yoongi isn’t with you when you wake the next morning. His clothes are gone. The only thing greeting you is the little leaf he picked for you last night. You sit up and reach for it, cradling the little bowl of water in which he put it. The sunlight is breaking in the water, casting figures of lights on the edges of the bowl in golden colours. On the parts where the leaf prevents the light from shining a small black dot is painted on the edge.

“Fuck”, you press out under your breath, lowering the bowl to your lap.

You don’t feel better. You feel awful. The sleep should have helped you, but it didn’t. All it did was stop the pain for a few hours. It is back again, now that you are alone and Yoongi is gone.

You wonder if he has already left. If he has taken Jungkook and the others and left you in this tiny single person bed. You wouldn’t even be angry at him if he did. You would deserve it.

You can’t believe that he still took care of you last night. After all the shit you did. The guilt you feel because of it makes you sick to the stomach. Yoongi shouldn’t have had to take care of you. He should have left you to cry and not given a shit. 

You hear a knock on your door.

You lift your head, but can’t call out to whoever is knocking.

The door opens regardless.

Hoseok steps in.

“Goddamn”, he says, “that room smells like me after watching too many sad movies. Get some fresh air ___, you’re literally reeking of sadness.”

He opens the window for you, pulling the seethrough curtains to the side to let in even more sunlight. He turns to you, studying you from head to toe.

“What’s that you’re holding?” he asks.

“Leaf. Yoongi gave it to me last night.”

“He did? Wah Yoongi’s such a romantic”, he says and chuckles.

When you don’t laugh with him, he stops, furrowing his brows.

“Is it bad that he did?” he asks.

He closes the distance between the bed and him and sits down on the edge of it.

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know.”

“I’m sure he did it to make up for the fight you were having”, Hoseok says and places his hand on your knee.

“But it’s not his job. I ruined everything, not he.”

“Tzt __”, Hoseok says and clicks his tongue. He gives your knee a soft squeeze, “don’t say that. You guys are having a fight, but that doesn’t mean that you ruined everything. Every couple fights. Hell, you should have witnessed all the fights I had with Annelise. They were brutal and yet we still made up.”

“You did? So why’s she not with you then?”

“That is because she went rouge and killed fifty people on our holiday in Vienna. I didn’t wanna be with someone like her after that.”

“Fuck”, you press out, “I ruined everything.”

“Okay, I’m realising that I said something wrong here”, he murmurs, pinching his brows in worry.

“Hobi”, you press out, “Hobi, all of this is such a mess and, and it’s my fault. Tae’s still missing because of me. He thinks that I lied to him about Jimin. And, and Yoongi is mad at me. And it’s my fault.”

“Okay, okay hey”, he says, holding you by your shoulders, “calm down ___. It’s not as bad as you think it is.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“No, it’s not. Hey”, he cups your cheeks, wipes your tears away, “come downstairs with me. They’re back. All of them.”

“What do you mean?” you sniffle.

“Taehyung’s back and Yoongi too. Seokjin, Emma and Kook are having breakfast with them right this moment.”

“Really?”

“Yes, so come downstairs.”

You shake your head, “I can’t.”

“Of course you can”, Hoseok gives you a sweet smile.

“No, they are all mad at me. I, I can’t bear being in a room with them. It hurts so much.”

“That’s not true. We’re not mad at you. Not me or Jin or Kook or Emma”, he speaks softly, giving your cheek a soft pinch, “come downstairs. I’m sure it’ll be good for you to eat something.”

“Fine”, you give in, “but you are not leaving my side.”

Hoseok chuckles, “of course not, I’ll stick with you.”

He hooks arms with you, leading you out of your tiny room.

The air is tense. It has been tense even before you entered the room. You inch closer to Hoseok in instinct.

Nobody is talking.

Seokjin looks relieved to see you and Hoseok.

Emma isn’t in the room, but judging by her missing coffee mug she fled to the vending machine.

Jungkook looks uncomfortable by the silence, fumbling with his cutlery.

Yoongi is sitting at one side of the table. Taehyung is sitting at the other.

Neither one of them have food in front of them. Or even a beverage. They are simply staring at each other with their arms crossed in front of their chests.

Jimin is nowhere to be seen.

“Jesus, the mood in here is worse than in a funeral home”, Hoseok tries to diffuse the situation, “I thought that you guys would find at least something to talk about in the time I was gone.”

Seokjin and Jungkook look at you.

“Look who decided to join us”, Hoseok says and points at you.

“Hey ___”, Seokjin greets you, giving you a quick smile. It said I am so glad that you are here, but I am also deeply uncomfortable by the tension so I’m trying not to act too happy in order to minimise damage.

“Good morning ___”, Jungkook sounds a little less tense, standing up from his chair, “are you planning on getting some tea?”

“Uh...sure?”

“Great, I’ll join you. I need more coffee.”

Seokjin stands up as well, “me too. I need coffee too.”

They both abandon their filled cups by the table, basically dragging you and Hoseok out of them room.

“I am telling you”, Seokjin says, “I would rather sit in a box full of scorpions than this room.”

“Seriously”, Jungkook agrees, “you can basically cut the air.”

“Is it that bad?” you ask them.

“Oh it’s bad. They’re not violent, but I think if you weren’t in the picture, they would have both already ripped each other apart. And not in a sexy kind of way”, Jungkook says.

“Fuck”, you lower your head, “I never should have come down.”

“Huh?”

Seokjin and Jungkook look at Hoseok with confusion.

“She thinks that it’s all her fault”, he explains.

“What? No, it’s not”, Jungkook says instantly.

“I agree. It’s not your fault”, Seokjin says.

“No. No, it is. Tae thinks that I lied to him about Jimin and Yoongi won’t ever forgive me.”

“Then tell him what really happened. This will change his mind.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” Seokjin says.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why not? It’s not your fault.”

“I’m so scared. I can’t take another day like yesterday”, you choke out and bite down a sob.

“Hey”, Hoseok says, taking your hand, “don’t cry, sweets.”

“Hobi, I can’t take another day”, you choke out, hiding your eyes behind your hand, “I wanna keep crying, everything hurts so much.”

“I know, but it’s going to be okay. You’ve got us”, he whispers, “do you want to be hugged?”

“Yes please, I’m so sad”, you confess and just like yesterday, your friends spring into action, taking you into the tightest and most loving group hug ever. Just like always when one of you is sad. Just like always. You will lean on each other and hug it out until it hurts only half as much. Just like always. Emma joins in too, even if she doesn’t quite understand what the hug was for. You catch her up on it and soon after she hugged you lovingly, telling you that you weren’t alone.

You left for the dining room once you calmed down enough, still feeling terribly nervous but not so alone anymore. You want to tell Yoongi. They managed to convince you that telling him the truth will make everything easier again. You agreed in the end.

The air was as tense as it was when you left. The silence is still deafening.

You sit down on the empty chair next to Jungkook, leg bouncing up and down nervously. So Jungkook touches your hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with you. The bouncing stops.

“Good morning”, you whisper, feeling courageous now that Jungkook is holding your hand.

Taehyung sneaks a glance at you and looks away again. Yoongi does the same, giving you a nod of his head at least.

“Ho-how are you guys?”

“Murderous”, Yoongi grumbles.

“Homicidal”, Taehyung counters.

“Geez guys”, Hoseok laughs awkwardly, “what are we? Edgelords? Come on, lighten up a little.”

“Tch”, Yoongi scoffs.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, tongue in cheek and arms crossed in front of his chest.

“___ has something to tell you”, Seokjin says, placing his hand on your shoulder encouragingly.

They both look at you. Taehyung looks angry. Yoongi looks curious.

“I uhm…” you falter.                                        

“Go on, tell them”, Seokjin whispers.

“It’s about, uhm…” you lift your eyes as someone next to Taehyung pulled a chair out.

Jimin. He plops down on the chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyes are focused on you with such intensity you wonder if he is aware that you wanted to expose him.

“Doesn’t really matter”, you say, “sorry, I forgot what I wanted to say.”

“___”, Seokjin sounds disappointed, but you only have to sneak one look at him and he understands. You can’t do this with Jimin present. It takes way too much courage. He nods his head in understanding, caressing your shoulder, “it was just a stupid joke we thought of in the kitchen to lighten the mood.”

“Yeah, exactly”, Hoseok says, “guys, why is it bad to eat clocks?”

“Does it matter?” Yoongi grumbles, “we don’t have time for silly jokes. Eat up, we’ll leave afterwards.”

“Because it’s time consuming”, Hoseok says quietly, painting a faint smile to Jimin’s lips.

“Funny.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just told you?” Yoongi hisses, looking at Jimin.

“I already ate, chill out. Tell your human to eat faster, not me.”

You lower your head to the empty table.

“I’m not hungry. We can leave if you want to “, you whisper.

“Are you sure? You didn’t eat a thing”, Jungkook asks with concern in his voice.

You nod your head, “I’m not hungry.”

“We’ll just get something on the way, yeah?”

“Mh-hm yeah.”

“Good. Let’s go”, Yoongi says, getting up from his chair, “we’ll leave in ten. So get your shit down to the cars”, he says, strutting out of the room afterwards.

“He’s such a cunt”, Jimin says.

“Says the biggest cunt of them all”, Seokjin throws back.

“Excuse me?”

“We know what you did to ___”, Seokjin hisses, “I’d sleep with your eyes open if I were you, I can’t guarantee that I won’t lose my wooden stake in your chest.”

“Yeah seriously”, Hoseok agrees, talking with his cheeks covered in black veins and his eyes glowing ruby. The anger is imminent on his face, “I’ve got lots of practice with killing vampires these days, I’m happy to flex these skills on you.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and gets up, “yawn”, he says, leaving the room afterwards.

“Come back you asshole! I will actually kill-“ Seokjin screams, but gets stopped by Emma.

“Calm down, my moon. He is not worth it”, she says, smoothing her fingers through his hair.

“I hate this guy. He was better off dead.”

“I know, we all think the same.”

“Tzt”, Taehyung scoffs, calling all of your attention. He stands up, sending Emma a dark look, “not all of us”, he says.

“Why did you even come back then?” Seokjin throws back.

The look Taehyung sneaks at you doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone here. He looks away again and leaves without saying anything.

You left to pack your stuff afterwards, feeling worse than you did this morning. You really ruined everything. Holy shit, you feel terrible.

Knock. Knock.

You turn at the door you left open.

Yoongi is in the doorway.

“I left to eat this morning”, he says.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head, eyes drifting to the leaf in your hair. He points it at, “looks good.”

You touch it, feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you”, you whisper, eyes running over his face. Is it really not as bad you think it is? Was Hoseok right? “hey uhm, do we have time to, uhm, should we talk about it?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, releasing it through his nose.

“Can it wait? The others are waiting downstairs.”

“Yes of course.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“Are you done packing?” he asks.

“Yeah. I just have to carry them downstairs.”

He walks to you, taking the suitcases out of your hand.

“Oh? Thanks.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head and turns, leaving the room.

You jog after him, keeping your distance because you have no idea what you can or can’t do.

“Kook and Hobi agreed to take the car with the two cunts”, he tells you dryly, “I want you to drive with me.”

“Yes, of course. It’s better for space too”, you say, meaning it more than one way.

He nods his head, not saying anything more.

The others are already outside, loading the cars. No words are spoken, but the tense air speaks a thousand words. You all enter the cars without saying anything, except for Yoongi who stays to walk over to Taehyung’s car. The latter rolls his window down, staring at the Creator with dark eyes.

“That’s the address. We’ll meet there”, Yoongi grumbles, stuffing a piece of paper into Taehyung’s hand.

“Thanks”, Taehyung hisses, ripping it out of Yoongi’s hand. He rolls the window up afterwards, driving off without making sure Yoongi is far enough away from the car.

“So where are we going?” Emma asks once Yoongi has claimed the driver’s seat and started the car.

“An old acquaintance of mine”, Yoongi answers her, driving off, “Meredith, she hates Namjoon as much as we do.”

“Is she like us?”

“No, she’s a witch.”

“I never liked witches. They’re always plotting something.”

“We can trust her. She helped me countless times already.”

“Does she know that we are coming?” Seokjin asks.

“Yes, she invited us.”

“How long are we going to drive?”

“Half a day.”

“That’s so long”, Seokjin says and groans.

“Let’s take a nap, my moon”, Emma says and afterwards their conversation drowns out as Yoongi turns on the music.

He stops after two hours of driving and having snuck too many glances at you. Seokjin and Emma are sleeping deeply on the backseat, holding each other.

“Why are we stopping?” you ask him.

“Lock the car, I need to do something”, he says, leaving you in your confusion afterwards. He disappears inside a bakery and for the next ten minutes you are left wondering what the hell he needs to do in a bakery.

“Are we there?” Seokjin woke up during the waiting time, now looking at you with puffy eyes.

“No, he needed to do something and now he disappeared in a bakery.”

“Is he meeting someone?”

“I have no idea.”

“How long did we drive already?”

“Two hours.”

“Well, that’s just way too short. Did you tell him about Jimin?”

You shake your head.

“Why not?”

“I’m scared. I don’t want to cause a fight again. Not when we’re locked in here for ten more hours.”

Seokjin places his hand on your shoulder.

“He needs to know. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know, just please give me time to find the right moment.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for being pushy.”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you for being there for me.”

“Of course, that’s what family is for.”

“And for not telling it for me.”

“Hey, that’s a given. You have to do this, it’s not my job to do it for you.”

“Thank you”, you hold his hand, “you’re like my only light right now.”

Seokjin chuckles, “you old sap. Look, Yoongi’s coming back.”

He is carrying a big paper bag and a paper cup.

“Did he buy coffee?”

“I don’t know.”

Yoongi gets back inside.

“Did you meet someone?” Seokjin asks.

“No”, Yoongi answers him, placing the bag on your lap and handing you the cup. The paper is warmed by whatever is inside. It doesn’t smell like coffee, making you wonder what he got. You smell it again. The scent reminds you of a really good chai latte.

He starts the car and drives off.

Curiously, you open the bag. Two croissants, a wrapped tomato mozzarella sandwich and a blueberry muffin.

“I don’t understand. Why did you get food?” you say.

“You shouldn’t skip breakfast”, he says dryly, eyes focused on the road.

“Oh”, you let out, heart skipping a beat, “thank you.”

“Mhm”, he hums, placing his hand on your thigh to give it a soft squeeze. It doesn’t last long, not even a second and he has it already pulled back again.

The rest of the drive doesn’t feel as tense anymore. It seems that distance to the people, who truly anger him, does Yoongi well. When the seventh hour of the drive starts, he tells the group all about how he and Meredith met.

They met back in 1790, which alerted great confusion with the rest of the group until Yoongi explained to you that the magic Meredith uses is far from the magic, which was allowed and that it prolonged her life unnaturally. He said that exactly this kind of magic will finally give you the advantage point you needed over Namjoon.

Once the eighth hour hit, you catch him drumming his fingers to the music every now and then. At some point he even moved his fingers as if he was playing the piano. You didn’t call him out on it, but you liked watching him.

By the ninth hour, the scenery had changed drastically, passing you by in streaks of red dirt, white stone and scrubby trees. You really loved the view and so you spent most of the time looking outside. Emma and Seokjin played a game on the backseat. It involved way too many rules and was entirely silly. If they saw a tree with three branches on the right they had to hit each other on the arm. If a rock looked like a face they could pinch each other. A yellow car meant flicking the other’s forehead. And all in all, it meant lots of giggles from the backseat.

“Tree!” you joined them at some point, reaching over to hit Yoongi’s arm.

He snuck a glance at you, but didn’t react. You spent the next minutes overthinking everything you did and worrying that Yoongi will never forgive you, until suddenly you felt the impact of a hand on your arm and you could listen to Yoongi mumble, “tree.”

Your worries stopped then and for the rest of the ninth hour, your little group played this silly game while outside the scenery passed by.

By the time the tenth hour struck, you felt sleepy and so you fell asleep with your head leaned against the window and your knees turned to Yoongi.  Yoongi snuck a glance at the backseat then, because it had gotten terribly quiet, and he realised that Seokjin and Emma had fallen asleep as well. They hugged each other.

Yoongi turns off the music and takes off his jacket, draping it over your lap. He keeps his hand on your thigh for a while, counting the headlights passing by. He is glad to have you in the car with him. He would have never forgiven you, had you decided to drive with Taehyung. Warmth places itself over his hand and for a second Yoongi panics.

He turns his head, realising that you are still sleeping and that you merely reached for his hand in your sleep.

He looks back at the road, squeezing your hand.

“Fuck”, he presses out quietly enough not wake anyone, “why did you have to do this, ___?”

The next time you open your eyes is when you are being carried. Your comfort scent surrounds you, gravel crunches under someone’s feet. You lift your head from the chest you had it rested against previously.

“Yoongi?” you say, voice heavy in sleep, “where are we?”

“We’re here”, he speaks softly, “go back to sleep, it’s late.”

You rest your head back against his chest, but keep your eyes open. You can’t fall asleep again, not when you have to treasure the current moment here in Yoongi’s arms with the cicadas singing far away and his scent in your nose.

“Hyung”, Jungkook’s voice is instantly recognisable, “finally you guys are here. We were wondering what took you so long. Meredith’s not here tonight, but the witches told us to get comfortable. The others are already in the rooms. I reserved the best one for us.” His steps on the gravel come closer. “What’s wrong with her?”

You lift your head in order not to worry him.

“Oh? Hey ___”, he greets you, sneaking a glance at Yoongi, “are you guys good again?”

With bated breath you look up at Yoongi, waiting for his answer.

“She’s tired”, Yoongi answers him, “get her stuff and bring it to her room.”

“On it”, Jungkook says and disappears behind Yoongi’s back.

Yoongi looks down at you, locking eyes with you for just a second. It is enough to tell you that there is still a lot to fix, but that at least he wasn’t fuming in anger anymore.

You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. You won’t open them until Yoongi sets you down on your bed and slips his arms from you.

Your eyes meet.

“Thank you for carrying me”, you say shyly.

“Mhm”, Yoongi nods his head.

“That’s uhm”, you begin, looking around the room. Small with lavender walls and a big queen sized bed which fills up almost the entire room. The duvet covers are fluffy and smell like laundry detergent. The furniture seems old, carrying marks of much use on their surfaces, “it’s quite cozy here.”

“Yeah.”

“Will you stay here?”

“No.”

“Oh, uhm.”

Tension fills the air and thankfully for your heart, Jungkook enters the room just this moment.

“How was your drive?” he asks.

“Good. We played some games”, you answer him, trying your hardest to make your voice sound normal.

“That sounds nice. Our drive was awful. I was happy when I finally got out and could go the other way”, he says, placing your suitcases on top of the chaise lounge. He claps into his hands and sighs contently, “there we go, all done.”

“Thank you, Kook.”              

“No worries”, he gives you a grin, “are you guys sleeping here?” he asks, looking around the room, “cozy.”

“I’m staying with you. She can sleep alone”, Yoongi says, making you lower your head.

Jungkook, who notices, laughs awkwardly.

“Yeah sure, uh sure. I’ll be downstairs then uhm, sleep well ___”, he says, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible.

The door falls closed.

You are alone with Yoongi.

With a racing heart, you look at him. He is studying your features, eyes weary in nervousness yet lips turned into a frown.

Is this your moment? Will you finally be able to talk it out with him?

You take a deep breath, readying yourself to speak. Yoongi however interrupts you before you can.

“Okay. Good night”, he says, turning his back to you to leave the room.

“Yoongi wait”, you say, hurrying to him and placing your hands over his, “don’t go yet.”

He looks at your hands resting there atop of his', clutching the doorknob tighter. 

“I want to tell you again that I’m sorry”, you say, “I’m so goddamn sorry.”

Yoongi looks at your face, “I know”, he says.

“I understand that you’re still angry at me.”

“I’m not angry at you. I’m disappointed.”

“Oh.”

You slip your hand from him, feeling sick in guilt. Having him be disappointed in you feels worse than him being angry at you. You understand him, you really do, but still it hurts so much to know.

“Please let me be alone”, he says quietly, “I can’t talk about it yet.”

You want to say that you understand, but you can’t make a sound. This feels as if he is breaking up with you.

“Do you want to leave me?” you ask quietly.

“No. I just need time for myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh my god, ___”, he blurts out, “I’m trying.”

You fall silent, gawking at him with big eyes.

“I keep going back and forth. Keep going back and forth between wanting to be close to you like I’m a stupid fucking addict because, because fucking avoiding you hurts me. Like fuck, I’m so fucking dumb”, he spits, twisting his hand on his own hair, “but then when I’m close to you, all I think about is what you did and getting so fucking upset that I can’t bear to even look at you. Fuck.”

He drops his hand from his hair, gripping his own neck in an almost painful grasp. As if he needed something to hold on. He can’t look at you as he speaks.

“My biggest nightmare is to have to watch you bleed out”, he says, eyes filling with tears.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, trying to reach for him but he flees.

“To watch you bleed out and to know that the only way to save you is to feed you my blood. That’s my biggest nightmare. That I have to curse you with my hell, just so I wouldn’t lose you. And you made me experience it”, he says, throwing his hand over his mouth in order not to sob. He prances up and down, squeezing his own cheeks. “I’m so hurt that I can’t breathe”, he squeaks out.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry”, you croak out and he ends up squeezing his eyes shut. You watch it happening with a breaking heart.

For just a moment you think that he will lose control, but he doesn’t in the end. Like he taught himself over decades and decades, Yoongi gains back control. His eyes flit to you. They are still teary, but are filled with anger.

“I’ve been trying so hard to show you that I won’t fucking leave you even after what you did. But fuck, I need some time to be able to look at you again without wanting to…be…angry. So give me a fucking break. I need some time.”

He meets your eyes, gulping upon seeing the fear in them. He can smell it too, could do so the entire day, you are soaked in anxiety. True and painful anxiety.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…” he exhales and puts tenderness into his voice, “I’m doing all I can emotionally do right now to assure you that I won’t leave you. I can’t do much more and I don’t want to stay because I know that if I did, I’d say things that I would regret. So please give me some time.”

“I understand that”, you take a step back, “I’m sorry for being pushy.”

“Thank you for understanding”, he says and turns to leave. 

“Yoongi wait.”

He turns with an exasperated gasp. Fuck, you did it again. You were clingy. 

“Sorry I was…just…forget it, I wanted to keep you here again. Just go. I’m sorry, I won’t keep you.”

“Thanks”, he says and turns away, “sleep well.”

“You too.” 

You watch him leave with a lump in your throat and your heart aching. You want to run after him, hold him and beg him to stay. But you shouldn’t. Yoongi needs his freedom right now. He needs you to understand, just as much as you are asking him to understand your actions. And you do understand, you really do. It is just so hard to watch someone you love so very much leave you with so much disappointment in their chests. 

“Fuck”, you press out once the door fell closed, squeezing your eyes shut in order not to cry miserably.

You just hope that he comes back soon. Please, don’t let this situation be too long.

You wake with the sun. The sound of cicadas and the ocean greets you. Seagulls and gentle waves. It would be such a beautiful thing to wake up to if your situation wasn’t so fucked up.

You peel yourself out of bed with heavy limbs, dragging yourself to the window to open it. The salt is heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of pines and the lavender which seems to grow in the garden which the window overlooks. Olive trees and old fruit trees grow in the garden alongside roses, vegetables and the already mentioned lavender. There is an earthen path winding its way through the garden, ending by a stone wall and a gate. There was a small beach behind the wall just close enough that you could see the waves crush the shore. The gate is currently open, allowing whoever wanted to visit the beach to reach it easily. It seems that Taehyung and Jimin took said opportunity. You can watch them climb over the dark rocks, both of them not wearing much more than bathing shorts and sunglasses. They are talking to each other.

This right here would feel like you entered paradise if everything wasn’t still as twisted as it was. You break away from the window with a sad sigh, deciding that you should look for the others before you fall into total despair.

The house of the witches turns out to have two floors. Your room was located upstairs. The interior of your room continues outside. Colourful walls, old and well loved furniture and the most beautiful handmade decorations greet you as you wander through the hallways in search of the stairs.

You get stopped before you could find them by a woman leaving one of the rooms. She stops and looks at you.

“Hello”, you say shyly, running your eyes up and down her body. Her skin was tanned from the sun, her hair was dark and reached her down to her waist. A long scarf holds it out of her face. Green fabrics were draped over her body as a dress and a necklace made with dried flowers adorned her neck.

“Hello”, she says and smiles, “are you one of our guests?”

“Yes. I’m ___.”

“Nice to meet you ___, I’m Jelena.”

“Nice to meet you, Jelena”, you say.

“Were you on your way downstairs?”

“Yes, but I don’t know where to go.”

“Follow me.”

You jog to catch up with her, walking by her side. She has a bounce in her steps and even with a relaxed expression she is smiling.

“You aren’t like our other guests are you?” she asks you.

“No. I’m human.”

“Human”, she studies your face intently, “human, I see. Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Are you a witch?”

“Yes, we are all witches here.”

“That’s really cool. Yoongi told me that you can help us with Namjoon.”

“At least we will try”, she says and laughs, “right down here”, she says and jogs down the stairs. Her naked feet make a soft sound on the stone, your own feet accompany the sound a little slower. You try not to run down unknown stairs, especially not with Yoongi’s blood still in your system. If you slipped and died only to come back a cursed vampire, Yoongi would never forgive himself.

“You have a very nice house”, you tell her once downstairs.

Bundles of herbs and flowers hang from the hand railings of the second floor balconies. Some seem to be freshly picked while others were in different stages of drying. Slices of oranges and apples dried right alongside them, mixing with the salty scent of the ocean.

“Thank you so much. We love it here a lot. Yoongi told me that you like to grow your own plants.”

“He told you that?”

“Yes. He made it sound as if you knew a lot.”

“Oh”, your cheeks feel on fire instantly. He talked about you to them. “I, I guess. I still have a lot to learn though.”

“One can’t learn enough, isn’t that right?”

“Yes. Totally. I think it’s fun to learn new stuff.”

“I agree. Now just through that door. Your friends must be eating breakfast if I’m not mistaken. They woke not that long ago. Except for your friends by the beach, they have been awake since sunrise”, she says, leading you through a kitchen.

The walls were made out of yellow painted stone with the ceilings rounded and decorated with more drying plants. A wooden oven was built right into the walls and the work counters were covered in glasses filled with what you assume to be magical potions. Two women were hurrying through the kitchen, slowing down when they notice your presence.

“Hello”, you greet them both.

“Hello”, they greet you.

“___, Suzy and Dragana. Suzy, Dragana this is ___”, Jelena introduces you to each other.

“Nice to meet you. You have such a beautiful home.”

“Thank you, we hope that you have a lovely time here”, Dragana says with a smile.

“I am sure that we will. Thank you for housing us.”

Suzy gives you a smile and then the loudly bubbling potion on the fire rips her attention from you. “Oh dear, oh dear that would have been a disaster”, she babbles to herself, stirring the red liquid vigorously.

“What happened?” Dragana asks her and then their conversation drowns out in your ears as Jelena continues her walk and you follow her.

“Is Suzy making potions?” you ask her.

“In a way. She is making tomato sauce, but her recipe tastes so good that it could be considered magic”, she says and snickers because of her joke.

“I see. I’m sorry for asking. I don’t really know how being a witch works. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“Don’t worry, we are not shy to answer questions. So ask whatever you want to ask”, she assures you.

“Thank you.”

You have to walk under a tunnel of grapes and then a spacious sitting area reveals itself to your eyes. There are a total amount of eight tables scattered around the paved terrace and beds of lavender frame it. The tables, except for one, are unoccupied. Your friends sit by the occupied table, each wearing the darkest sunglasses imaginable.

They turn their heads to you. Hoseok lifts his hand and waves at you with squeaky sound effects and a bright grin. His bubbly greeting makes you feel better. His good mood is always so contagious.

“Good morning, guys”, you greet them.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Seokjin asks you.

“I guess. And you?”

They tell you that they all slept well, except for Jungkook who spent the night talking with Yoongi. There is no sight of the latter. Jelena tells you that it is probably because he is in the shed with Meredith and then she says her goodbye as she herself needs to go to the shed.

“What shed is she talking about?” you ask them, sitting down on the chair Jungkook pulls out for you.

He sits down next to you once he made sure that you are comfortable.

“Apparently the witches have a shed where they make all the magical stuff that could be dangerous. Just in case it goes wrong, the whole house doesn’t burn down”, Hoseok explains.

“I see. That makes sense. So what is Yoongi doing there?”

“Helping them build the device which will help us capture Namjoon.”

“Oh? That sounds good. I didn’t even know that he knew how to do that.”

“Right? We were really surprised as well, but apparently he is really knowledgeable in magic.”

“Really? Thank you”, you thank Jungkook for preparing tea and continue talking, “he knows so much about everything. He is so cool.”

“Waah look at her. She’s totally into him”, Hoseok teases.

“Yeah obviously, he’s my boyfriend”, you throw back with faux annoyance in your voice.

Hoseok snickers. Seokjin does too.

You share a few moments of silence with each other. You fill your plate with the most delicious looking breakfast ever while the others busy themselves with finishing their own servings.

Seokjin sighs loudly and leans back in his chair, presenting his face to the sun.

“It’s beautiful here isn’t it?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s so nice”, Jungkook agrees, “I love the seaside so much.”

“Same.”

“Did you guys visit the beach already?” you ask them.

“Not yet. It’s occupied”, Seokjin says, “there would be a murder if I went down there now.”

Jungkook chuckles lazily and Emma smirks in agreement.

You know what he meant by that, feeling some of your morning sadness return.

“It’s all so twisted, isn’t it?” you ask them.

They look at you, then exchange a glance. Jungkook reaches out, rubbing your arm.

“Don’t be too sad, I promise you that it’s not as terrible as you think it is.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know.”

“I do. I talked to Yoongi and he just needs some time.”

“I know, but I’m so scared he’ll decide that he wants to break up.”

“He won’t. Trust me.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

Jungkook doesn’t lie. Not to you at least. And especially not about something like that. So to hear his reassuring words lessens a little bit of that pressure on your chest.

“Thank you”, you whisper, “I really want to go to him and apologise a million times, but I know that I shouldn’t.”

“I’m sure that he appreciates it a lot”, Hoseok says, “I think it’s really great of you that you respect his wish. It shows that you care a lot for him.”

“I do. I care so much.”

Hoseok smiles, “and I am sure that he knows that as well. Right Kookie?”

“He does. Although I hope that you guys talk soon. I can’t bear to watch you guys fight”, he says and pouts, “it’s like watching my parents fight.”

He cracks you up.

“Don’t call us your parents. We fucked multiple times, it makes it weird”, you say in a laugh.

“True. Sorry”, Jungkook says, flustering.

“I mean in a sense you can still be his Mommy and Daddy, it’s just the different type” Hoseok says, earning himself a slap on his arm by Seokjin.

“Why does your mind seriously always go there? You are such a perv”, he says while Hoseok laughs loudly.

Jungkook sneaks a shy glance at you, you do the same. You end up laughing as well.

“You’re so dumb sometimes, Hobi”, you say.

“I can’t argue with that”, Hoseok jokes, sending you some finger guns with a cute sound effect. He is so adorable.

The rest of breakfast feels nice. Conversation is mostly about how awesome this place is and your plans on going to the beach later. You clean up once breakfast is finished. Suzy and Dragana are still in the kitchen, telling you to put the dirty dishes in the sink because they will take care of it later. You go your separate ways, but decide to meet up once you are all washed up.

Hoseok knocks on your door when you are in the middle of putting on your shirt.

“Come in”, you call out, tugging it into your shorts.

“Are you naked? I hope you aren’t. I’m not looking”, he says, entering the room with his eyes covered.

“You can look. I wouldn’t have told you to come in otherwise.”

“Ah yeah, right”, Hoseok drops his hand, running his eyes up and down your body, “nice fit. I like the colours.”

“You do? Thank you. I feel like I have no clothes with me. I’ve been wearing the same bra for four days now.”

“Hey we’re on the road, you’re allowed to circle your outfits.”

“And yet I’ve never seen you wear the same outfit twice.”

“That’s because I have too many clothes with me”, he says and pulls a pose, “I have a reputation to keep up.”

You snicker, “of course you do. You look very handsome, Hobi. I like the fit.”

“Thank you, thank you”, he says and offers you his arm to hold, “let’s find the others, me lady.”

You hook arms with him, snickering because he is so funny.

You plan to go into the village together. Dragana told you that it offers an amazing market and a beautiful port to hang out at. So you want to check it out with the others.

Seokjin and Emma are waiting in the garden with a matching outfit. Jungkook is on his knees trying to take the perfect picture for them.

You and Hoseok wait by the sidelines until they are finished.

“Now take one of us”, Hoseok says, dragging you in front of the camera, “Kookie, take one of us”, he says and hugs you sideways, throwing one of his legs around you as well.

It makes you laugh. The shutter clicks, capturing the moment for all eternity.

“That picture is so pretty, wow both your smiles are so pretty”, Jungkook gasps, beaming at you.

Hoseok releases you and stretches his arms out, “go to her, I’ll take a pic of you guys.”

“Really?” Jungkook gasps, gazing at you.

“Come here, Kookie.”

He skips to you and places himself right beside you, grinning at the camera as big as he can.

“That’s perfect. You guys look so cute together”, Hoseok says, pulling the weirdest poses on the ground to truly capture your best sides, “now one where you’re hugging. Come on, give me that emotion.”

Jungkook hesitates in shyness and so you end up hugging his waist. He squeaks quietly, tensing up.

“Relax, you look like you don’t wanna be with her.”

“Sorry uhm sorry”, Jungkook stutters and finally wraps his arms around you, resting his cheek against your head.

“Yes! Cute! Oh you guys are so cute”, Hoseok exclaims, capturing the moment with perfection.

Jungkook breaks away from you afterwards instantly, keeping his eyes lowered shyly.

“I think that was really nice”, he says.

“I think so too”, you say.

Jungkook giggles and moves in, pressing a surprise kiss to your cheek. It paints heat to your face instantly, heart fluttering in your chest.

“You look really pretty”, he says.

“Thank you Kookie, you are so pretty too”, you whisper, looking into his sparkling eyes.

“You guys! You are so cute together. Look at that”, Hoseok says, showing you the secret picture he just took of the moment. Jungkook looks totally smitten for you while you are spilling over with fondness.

“I love those pictures. Please send them to me, I need to have them”, you gush.

“Me too please. I wanna put it as my lock screen”, Jungkook says, holding your hand tightly now that the nice pictures gave him a confidence boost.

“Of course, I’ll do it right away”, Hoseok says, opening Seokjin’s chats without asking.

“Hey. Don’t read my chats, they are private”, Seokjin complains, snatching his phone out of Hoseok’s hand, “I’ll send them to them.”

“Sorry”, Hoseok apologises.

You thank Seokjin once you receive the pictures. You also suggest saying your goodbye to Yoongi and the witches before you leave and they agree.

The doors to the shed are open. Chatter is lively. There are five witches with Yoongi. The latter is leaning over a table, having shrugged off his shirt and only working in a tanktop because of the immense heat in here. He was explaining something to Jelena but stops when he senses your presence.

“How are you guys doing? Any progress?” Hoseok asks.

“Lots. Thanks to Yoongi”, the witch next to the latter says, eyes flitting to you, “you must be ___. Yoongi told us a lot about you. Nice to meet you, I’m Meredith.”

“Nice to meet you too”, you say, glancing at Yoongi who is already busying himself with talking to Jelena. There is barely any distance between them and she keeps looking at his lips.

Meredith closes the distance between you and her.

“I am happy to have you as my guests. I hope that you are enjoying your stay here.”

“We are. You have such a lovely home. I really love your garden.”

“Thank you, this is very sweet”, she smiles, “you look dressed up. Are you planning to go somewhere?”

“Yes. We want to visit the market Dragana told us about.”

Yoongi lifts his head.

“Ah the market”, Meredith’s eyes light up, “you will love it a lot. It offers many useful things. We like to get our milk and eggs there.”

“I can imagine. It must be so nice to live such a life.”

“It is. I wouldn’t exchange it for any other life.”

Yoongi appears next to Meredith.

“You are leaving?” he asks.

“Yes. Why? Do you want to come with us?” Hoseok asks.

“I can’t. We have to fix up the device.”

“Yeah sure. Should we get you something from the market?”

“I don’t want you to leave”, Yoongi ignores Hoseok to address you instead.

“Mhm?”

Meredith excuses herself, hurrying back to the other witches in order not to eavesdrop on a clearly private conversation.

“I can’t hear if something happens when you’re at the market. I want you to stay on the grounds today.”

“Okay? Yes, sure. I understand. I’ll stay here.”

“Thank you”, he says, nodding his head, “you’ll be rid of it tomorrow.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

“Mhm.”

And with that he turns his back to you and walks back to the witches. You leave the shed, knowing that he won’t want to have any more conversation with you. The others follow you.

“What was that about? Are we not going to the market?” Hoseok asks.

“You guys can still go, but I guess I’ll stay here today.”

“Then we won’t go either. We won’t leave you here alone.”

“No please, I don’t want you guys to miss out on it.”

“We won’t. We can go another day”, Emma assures you.

“Hell yeah we can. Let’s make a nice day here”, Hoseok says, draping his arm over your shoulder, “should we go to the beach instead? Swim a little? I bet the water’s nice.”

“I’d love that. Thanks guys, I’m happy that you aren’t going without me.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s either all of us or none of us. I just don’t get why he wants you to stay here.”

“I guess he is scared that something could happen to me now that I have his blood in my system.”

“I forgot that already."

You sigh loudly, “this is all my fault.”

“Please don’t start again ___, it’s not”, Seokjin says.

“No, but what if Jimin’s right? What if I actually begged him to drink my blood? What if I forced him to feed me his blood? I can’t remember doing it, but is he right? What if I forced him?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Taehyung told me that Jimin said that I initiated the thing in the club. What if I did? What if Jimin controlled my mind to think that he was the villain so I don’t have to live with the guilt? What if I was too drunk and remembered it wrongly?”

“You are seriously saying the stupidest stuff sometimes. Jimin said that to Taehyung to shift blame. All he wanted to do was to look good in Taehyung’s eyes”. Seokjin says, furrowing his brows so intensely deep creases form on his forehead.

“I don’t know anymore. It’s driving me fucking insane”, you choke out and touch your own head.

“How would that even work? Why would Jimin control your mind to forget shit like that? Please think for a moment, ___”, Seokjin says in a stern voice.

“Hey, don’t be so harsh to her”, Emma says.

“No, I’m pissed off”, Seokjin says, “stop trying to blame yourself. Yeah you fucked up when you gave Tae your blood, yeah maybe fucking Jimin wasn’t the best idea, but fucking hell stop trying to blame yourself for shit you didn’t even do and which couldn’t have happened logistically. Sorry if that sounded harsh, but it’s the truth.”

You glance at Seokjin. He was frowning at first, but softens his gaze when he sees the sadness in your eyes. He steps closer.

“Hey”, he says, caressing your cheek, “I am here for you, you know? I just don’t want you to hurt yourself by feeling guilty over stuff which never happened. It’s unfair to yourself, please treat yourself gently not with so much unnecessary hate.”

“I know”, you whisper, “I don’t know what else to say. I’m just…tired. Really fucking tired.”

Seokjin sneaks a glance at the others. They think the same he does. They close the distance between you and them and hug you, sharing comfort that way.

“Then it’s seriously best that we stay here. We should relax and take it easy. We can have a nice day at the beach and stop thinking about stuff which never happened, yeah?” Emma says.

“We can eat snacks and play games and nap in the shade”, Hoseok says, “that sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

“It does”, Jungkook says, rubbing your back, “and you have to swim with me, ___. You can even hang onto me, I’ll do all the moving.”

“Do I have to? The water’s so cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm, promise.”

“Fine”, you give up with a huff of air, “thank you guys, I know I’m a lot.”

“___, treat yourself gently”, Seokjin warns, giving you a soft squeeze.

“I’m sorry, yeah. Thank you for being there for me, guys”, you correct yourself and it felt good to do. It felt really fucking good not to put yourself down for once.

The day at the beach turns out to be way more fun than any day at the market could have ever been. Jungkook manages to get you into the water with him and eventhough you squeaked about the temperature at first, you had a great time with him. Hoseok joined you the second time you went for a swim and this time around, he was the one squeaking about the cold temperatures. Seokjin and Emma joined you for your third round. Jungkook proceeded to chase Seokjin with some algae while the latter called him a punk and screeched for Emma’s help. Emma merely laughed and continued chatting with you and Hoseok. You have lunch in the garden with the witches. After lunch you spend the time in the gardens, playing badminton and a round of soccer where Jungkook gets way too competitive and proceeds to call Seokjin a cheater for winning. It was hilarious to watch because Seokjin kept teasing him while Jungkook acted like the sorest yet cutest loser. By sunset hours, you fled back inside, helping the witches cook dinner and chatting about life here. Apparently the coast and its surrounding mountains were covered in little villages and estates such as the coven’s estate. There was a big community of witches, vampires and humans living together in peaceful synergy. The vampires along this coast are on a diet consisting of animal blood and blood bags and as a thank you the humans and witches here willingly donated a few bags of blood per month to help them out. Even the wolves living here get along with the vampires and just next month there will be the first human-wolf wedding between two of the villagers. The entire coastline and mountain is invited to the wedding and the witches look forward to it with great excitement. They will be responsible for the fireworks. All of magical nature of course without any harm to the environment.

You eat dinner outside with the crickets accompanying you and great laughter hanging in the air.

Taehyung and Jimin aren’t present for any of it.

Neither is Yoongi.

The feeling of their absence finally comes back to you once you are in bed all alone and with nothing to stop your bad thoughts from coming back. You had a good day, but how good was it really when everything was still so ruined? You try to fall asleep with that thought but can’t in the end. You text Hoseok, asking him to come to your room. 

He is by your door five minutes later, knocking gently. 

“Come in.”

He enters the room. A white flowy t-shirt and blue striped boxer briefs adorn his body. His hair is let down and his skin glowy from his excessive skincare routine.

“Hey there”, he says, “are you okay? Why did you text me?”

“Hobi, can you stay here tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Yeah of course, what’s up? Wanna talk about it?” he asks as he hurries to your bed. He steps out of his fluffy slippers and crawls under the blanket with you. 

“It’s just the same thing over and over again. I feel like all of this is my fault and I’m angry at myself and fucking sad because Yoongi and Tae are upset with me.”

“Yeah, I get you”, Hoseok caresses your hand softly, “tomorrow’s going to be a new day and won’t hurt as much anymore.”

“I don’t think it will. I feel so broken.”

“I get it”, he gives you a sorry smile, “do you want to hug?”

You nod your head. 

“Com’ere”, Hoseok says, closing the distance between you and him to cradle you against his chest. His body feels warm for a change, courtesy of the witches giving them their blood earlier today. He smells good. Fresh, warm and manly. He always smells so heavenly. Hoseok runs his fingers up and down the back of your head, resting his other arm around your waist. 

“You know”, he begins, “I suck at words, so sorry if my advice sucks, but I think you should listen to what Seokjin said today. Jimin lied to get out of the mess.” 

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re wearing your magic ring and Jimin’s really unpredictable. Of course he bit you and force fed you, it fits his character.”

“Yeah, I know. I think that I said those things because I just want to make sense of everything.”

“Yeah I get it. You can rant to me if you want to, I can listen really well.”

“No, I don’t want to talk. I just wanna be held and fall asleep. I’m so bloody tired of being awake.”

“Okay, I can do that too”, Hoseok says and shifts his head into a position which would allow him to kiss your forehead. He hesitates, looking at you with weary eyes.

You crane your neck, locking eyes with him.

“What?” you ask him.

“I just wanted to give you a kiss, but I don’t know if that’s good with you”, he says.

“Yeah”, you say, returning to your previous position, “it’s okay.”

“Nice”, Hoseok says and finally kisses your forehead, listening to the deep exhale of relief you do because of it. He pulls you closer afterwards, drawing nonsense patterns on your back.

“Thank you, Hobi”, you whisper, closing your eyes as you hide away in the comfort of his chest, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, ___”, Hoseok whispers, allowing his eyes to fall close.

You fall asleep in his arms minutes later, while Hoseok still stays awake for a little, listening to your calm heartbeat and slow breathing.

 Hoseok is gone when you wake the next morning, but he left a note on the pillow for you which tells you that he had to leave early because he promised Seokjin and Jungkook to go for a run together. You didn’t mind that you woke up without him. Being held tonight felt healing to your broken heart.

Like yesterday you open the windows, looking at the beach. It was empty today. The garden was empty as well. You woke earlier than you did yesterday. You offered the witches your help when you ran in on them making breakfast, but they declined you and told you to take a walk because the weather was amazing. You did so barefooted just as Jelena suggested, enjoying the warm temperature of the ground under your toes.

You stop when you are by the fountain just at the west end of the garden. Yoongi is sitting on its edge.

He turns, sensing your presence like he always does.

“Sorry. I didn’t notice you here. I swear I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy”, you say.

“It’s fine”, he says, running his eyes up and down your body.

“Sorry again. I’ll leave you to your sitting. It’s so nice here, isn’t it?”

“It is”, Yoongi lifts his hand and points at the mountain. It is so close to the house that it almost takes up all of your vision, “how far do you think you can see from there?”

“I don’t know. Probably really far.”

You shimmy from one foot to the other, fumbling with your fingers. Yoongi turns away from you and pats the spot next to him. You hurry to him instantly, sitting down with a racing heart.

“The sun rises behind that mountain. I watched it happening.”

“You did? You must have been awake really early then.”

“I never fell asleep.”

“I see.”

“My blood’s outta your system.”

“I know.”

“You can go to the market today.”

“I know. Do you want to come with us?”

“No. I want to stay here.”

“Okay. I respect that.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you.

“I do”, you insist.

“Mhm”, he looks at the mountain.

You do the same. You really want to bring up what Jimin did and you want to apologise again and tell him how awful you feel, but you know better than to do that. Yoongi may sit with you right now, but this is not your invitation to start the conversation. So you try to make small talk, hoping that you are allowed to do so.

“You told the witches that I like gardening.”

“I did.”

“Did you tell them more about me?”

He glances at you.

“Sorry. I know it doesn’t have to interest me”, you backtrack now that you realised how self absorbed that sounded. You however just wanted to know whether or not it is safe to say that he is your partner.

“They know that we’re together if that’s what you wanted to know”, Yoongi says.

“I did.”

“Mhm.”

You glance at his face. He is sloughing which he never does and his eyes look so fallen in and puffy. Has he been crying?

“Yoongi, I’m-”

“If you’re gonna apologise again, I’m getting up”, he interrupts you.

“I was, I just- fuck sorry, I won’t do it”, you murmur.

He doesn’t say anything and touches the side of his neck in soothing.

“You uhm”, you begin because you are fucking greedy for conversation. Not because of selfish reasons, but because you are scared that if you shared silence he would realise how little he actually cared for you and then you would lose him, “are you having neck problems?”

“It’s just tense, it’s fine.”

“I could massage it for you if you want to.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“Okay, sorry yeah. Uhm…are you going to fix up the device again?”

“Yes.”

“That’s cool. Are you far already?”

“No.”

“I see. I bet you’ll make lots of progress today.”

“We’ll see”, he says dryly and takes out something from his pocket. He opens his palm, revealing a delicate ring to you. It was made out of gold and had a blue crystal in the middle. “I had Meredith enchant it. Wear it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re not wearing your ring anymore.”

You glance at your empty finger. You were too preoccupied with everything happening that you hadn’t even noticed. Holy fuck.

“Thank you”, you whisper and accept the ring. His fingertips brush your skin when he places it into your palm. The simple touch leaves you aching because of how much you miss him.

Yoongi eyes your hand as you slip the ring on. It is too big for your finger at first, but shrinks to perfect size once you slipped it on. It is so comfortable that you don’t feel it.

“Huh?” you let out. That didn’t happen with the other ring.

“It’s made for you”, he says, “only you can wear it, it won’t slip off and only you can decide when to take it off. Give me your hand.”

You present your hand to him. Yoongi wraps his fingers around the ring and tugs strong enough that you have to follow the movement with your arm. The ring doesn’t budge one bit.

Yoongi releases the ring.

“You try”, he says.

“O-okay”, you say and put your fingers on the ring. The ring grows again, allowing you to slide it off easily, “holy fuck.”

“Yeah. Nobody can fuck with you anymore, unless you allow it.”

“I won’t allow it anymore”, you say, slipping the ring back on, “unless it’s you.”

Yoongi glances at your face, hiding the surprise with a blink of his eyes. He doesn’t say anything and looks back at the mountain.

“Thank you”, you say, “for looking out for me.”

“I said that I would keep you safe, didn’t I?”

“You did and I don’t take it for granted. So thank you.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and places his hand on the stone next to yours.

You tense up when you feel his pinkie finger brush against yours. Once. It was probably a mistake. Twice. You glance at your hands with bated breath. Yoongi runs his pinkie down again. Holy shit, he is doing it on purpose. Feeling encouraged and with a racing heart, you reach out and hook your pinkie with his’.

He doesn’t show a change in posture, nor a change in expression, merely his pinkie closing around yours lets you know that he wanted this to happen.

And you feel close to passing out. Your heart tells you to break into tears and to fall around his neck and never let him go again. Your brain tells you to speak your truth and apologise a million more times. Your body is too weak and overwhelmed by this simple show of affection to act on any of those things. You are paralysed, left to stare at the mountain with a racing heart whilst wishing for time to never pass.

Yoongi turns, making you turn as well. You turn just in time to watch the others push and pull each other as they are trying to flee before you could notice them. You hear Hoseok whisper something along the lines of “they’re talking guys, let’s piss off.”

“We know that you’re here”, Yoongi says.

They stop, gawking at you with widened eyes.

“Oh guys? Oh hey wow you are here?? We didn’t even notice you here”, Hoseok lies, laughing nervously.

“You’re a shit liar, Hoba”, Yoongi says dryly.

“Ah yeah. Hah”, Hoseok touches the side of his neck.

“We didn’t want to disturb you”, Jungkook says.

“It’s okay. I’m leaving anyways”, Yoongi says, standing up, “have fun at the market today”, he says, strutting away with his hands hidden in his pockets.

You ache. You weren’t ready to let go yet.

The others wait until he is far away enough, hurrying to you quickly.

“And? Are you guys good again?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t talk about that.”

“So he doesn’t know about Jimin?” Seokjin asks.

“I just…didn’t think it was the right time.”

“Oh ___.”

“Please don’t be angry at me. I just don’t want to pressure him into having to talk to me. We, we hooked pinkies and, and it felt so nice that I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“You hooked pinkies? That’s so romantic”, Jungkook gasps.

“I didn’t wanna ruin that”, you whisper, looking at Seokjin.

Seokjin sighs in defeat, “I get it. Fine, I won’t say something again.”

“Thank you.”

“Should we get breakfast and then go to the market? I bet it’s better than to sit here and be sad, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

The market turns out to be as lovely as Jelena described it. You buy lots of delicious food and share it by the port whilst talking about Hoseok’s time with Annelise. She was a sweet woman until she went off the rails. Hoseok was angry at her for the longest of times, but isn’t these days. He wishes for her recovery and hopes that she will find happiness. He then proceeded to joke way too much, which let all of you know that he was embarrassed about being too emotional. You didn’t call him out and laughed at his silly jokes. On your way back to the house, you stumbled upon a bookshop and you insisted on visiting it. You came out of it with three new books, planning on reading them once you are home.

You return to the house in the late hours of the evening. You went sightseeing to a nearby mountain village, walking up small windy roads for way too many hours. The view was totally worth it. As was the incredible food you ate at a small restaurant up there. The owner instantly knew that your friends were vampires, welcoming them with a glass of blood on the house. The owner turned out to be a werewolf called Petar who is running the restaurant with his wife and son. He chatted about life here, resting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder the entire time whilst rubbing his own belly mindlessly. Jungkook was nervous at first, but relaxes once he realises that he meant no harm in it and that this is simply how Petar the werewolf tells his stories. Petar called life here peaceful. He said that he spent many years in the big cities and that he hated the fighting between the different groups and so he moved here to find peace. He loved life here and he loved that the communities lived together in harmony. He hopes that the generations coming after him will have the same simple yet harmonious life as he and his wife had. Petar then proceeded to dish out the most incredible lobster you have ever eaten and sent you on your journey back home with a bottle of his daughter’s homebrewed Rakija.

Emma and Seokjin disappear in their room once home and won’t be seen for the rest of the evening. Yes, Hoseok made a horny comment before they left and Seokjin did slap his arm in punishment while Emma rolled her eyes fondly. Hoseok soon disappeared in his room as well and he won’t be seen for the rest of the evening.

Jungkook stays with you, offering his thigh for your head to rest upon as you read while he scrolled through his phone.

“You’re back.”

You and Jungkook lift your heads simultaneously. Yoongi is standing in the doorway.

“We are.”

“Good.”

“Do you want to sit with us?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you. You sneak a glance at Yoongi. Jungkook almost wants to yell because you both look so desperate for each other.

“I’m still busy”, Yoongi says and Jungkook swears he almost called him an idiot. He is yearning for you and yet he doesn’t want to accept it. Oh Jungkook is so angry at his stubbornness. He should get his head out of his butt and talk to you.

“That’s okay. You work so hard”, you say and Jungkook swears he almost called you an idiot. Your scent is soaked in yearning and yet you pretend that you are okay with giving him his space. Oh Jungkook is so angry at your good will. You should be disrespectful just once and kiss Yoongi until he feels dizzy.

Stupid fight! Jungkook hates this so much!

“Thanks”, Yoongi says, “sleep tight you two.”

“You too.”

Yoongi leaves. You settle against Jungkook. And Jungkook almost throws something. If this tiptoeing around each other continues, this stupid fight will last forever. Jungkook forces himself not to huff out air in frustration. He has to do something. He can’t watch idly by.

“Hey ___, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now. I’m really tired.”

“Oh? So soon already?”

“Sorry, the day was really long.”

“Oh yeah sure”, you sit up, “sleep tight, sweets.”

Jungkook kisses your cheek, “you too, baby.”

And with that he leaves, deciding to use the entire night to come up with a plan on how to get you and Yoongi to talk to each other.

You proceed to fall asleep on the couch twenty minutes later with the book in your hands, sleeping for a good two hours before you wake again to the sound of your phone.

“Urgh god. I fell asleep”, you groan, sitting up and reaching for your phone.

Kookie is calling

You pick up immediately.

“Hey Kookie, what’s up? Why are you calling me in the same house?”

“___ can you please help me?” his voice sounds strained as if he was in pain.

You jerk up in alarm, dropping the book on the floor without caring.

“What happened? Where are you? Are you okay?” your voice is raised in worry.

“No. I, I need your help, please. It hurts so much, m-my head.”

“Holy fuck”, you jump to your feet, running out of the room even if you have no idea where to go, “where are you? I’m coming.”

“The, the….”, his voice is slow, weak, “the attic room…help me…please…”

“I’m coming, Kookie. Hold on, okay? I’m coming.”

“Thank…you”, Jungkook whispers and then the line cuts.

You drop your phone on a random dresser, running through the house. You take two steps at a time, jump over folds in the carpets, dodge pieces of furniture. Your heart is pounding, but you don’t care. Jungkook is in pain and you need to get to him.

The stairs to the attic room croak under your aggressive steps, but you barely even hear the sound. The door is so in reach. Leaned closed, it lets out the shine of a weak light source. You throw it open. Candles are scattered in the room, illuminating your way.

“Jungkook?!” you call out, “I’m here! Where are you?”

Silence answers you.

“Please say something! Where are you?”

You have reached the end of the room. There is a huge round window in front of you, its glass is tinted in colours of reds and greens, showcasing a rose bush. There is a mattress in front of it with dozens of throw pillows on it. Pink rose petals and violet lavender buds are scattered over the sheets. But no Jungkook.

“Where are you? Kookie?”

You twist and turn. He isn’t here. Where is he?

“Jungkookie!” someone else calls out his name, stumbling through the threshold, “I’m here, hyungie’s here!”

You feel nervous instantly.

Yoongi stops, staring at you with widened eyes.

[abitchnamedtia]

Fluff relationship headcanons with Merle

Infos : gn!reader

Warnings: none ig ?

I don't justify any of Merle's behavior, it's just fiction !

And I'm really bad to "write accents" if it makes sense. So just imagine the dialogue with him with his accent.

@dixonsgirl93 I did it eheh thank you for giving me the motivation to write ! <33

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- You and Merle probably met at a bar. He's the very loud guy that tries to have his way with every person he wants to. He'd approach you kinda in the worst way possible but with his usual grin, you couldn't resist.

- He's not a bad guy, just not very refined in his compliments. "Sugar tits" "cute ass" "baby / baby girl/boy" etc are his favorite.

- Speaking of petnames, he loves it. He'll never call you by your name. Always "baby" or "darling". That can be annoying, when he does it to mess with you, but it's mostly adorable.

- He's the protective boyfriend™️. Always an eye on you, always ready to punch anyone who would mess with you or looking too much at you.

- You're his, and everyone must know it. If someone doesn't know, he'll think about it as a badly done job and would fix it by kissing you passionately.

- VERY TOUCHY. His first love language is physical touch. He always have a hand on you. Your hips, your ass,... Don't care. Marle always have the urge to touch you. He's also big on you sitting on his lap. He even acts offended if you prefer to sit on a chair.

- Don't let you do things. Not in a bad way though. But he's the one who pays for everything, who open the door, etc... He was raised like that. Even if it can annoy you sometimes, you understand that he does it to please you so you gladly let him do it for you.

- His view of love was not very healthy before he met you. He definitely was not the one to say the scare 3 words first. Before you, he thought that it meant being weak, and still kinda does.

But one day, you were both cuddling on his bed. No sex, which is rare, just a gentle moment between you two. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

"It's nice to have ya here..."

"I'm always at your house Merle", you responded with a chuckle

"Nah 'mean... In my life an' all ya know..", now he was starting to get flustered. He can say the dirtiest things with a straight face, but couldn't get open about his feelings without mumbling and blushing with shame.

"I know what you mean. I love you Merle"

You just smiled at him and put your head on his chest. It wasn't the first time that you've told him that you love him, and you knew that he loved you too back, he didn't needed to say it. You feel him kiss your hair and taking a deep breath.

" 'love ya too...", He mumbled.

He finally said it. You won't tease him about it yet, just enjoying this rare moment of peace with him.