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[apple-of-deceit]

SO CANDY APPLE? WANNA CAUSE MORE CHAOS?!

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❝ KYAH HA HA ! YES !! ❞ Candy Apple Cookie let out an excited squeal . ❝ Do you have . . . Anything specific in mind , maybe~ ? ❞

[sevsevteen]

Can u write about y/n (reader hehe), where she passed out after their performance because fatigue or stress. About how the 13 guys reacts and took care of her until she wakes up! I'm so sorry if it feels too long haha, I just really want to feed my delusions haha🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (if you ever reply to this, THANK YOU!!🫶🫶)

hell yes!! i love this prompt ㅠㅠ all my hurt/comfort people RISE . this one's a little lengthy because of a few details i wanted to add in, enjoy ;)

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The mirrors were fogged, the floor slick with sweat. It was the third time you'd run the choreo from the top, and your shirt clung to your back like a second skin. Your limbs trembled more than they should’ve - but you kept pushing.

You had to. It was comeback season. Mistakes were magnified. Camera angles unforgiving.

But when you missed a beat during the transition into the bridge, the music halted sharply.

“Again?” Hoshi, exhaled in frustration. “It’s literally the same step you’ve done all week.”

“I know,” you panted, wiping her forehead. “I’m sorry, I just-”

“We’re all tired, okay?” he snapped. “But no one else is messing it up this much.”

That did it.

Your fists clenched at her sides. Her voice, raw from exhaustion, rose before she could stop it.

“Do you think I want to mess up? I’ve barely slept because I’m reviewing the choreo every night-”

“And yet you’re still the one making us do it over,” he shot back, voice colder now. “We’re not asking for perfect. Just for you to try like the rest of us.”

That was the part that broke you.

Because you’ve been trying. Trying so hard your muscles ached before even warming up. Trying so hard you hadn’t eaten a full meal in days. Trying so hard you’d forgotten what it felt like not to have a headache.

You opened your mouth to respond - but your vision swam.

Colors flickered at the edges of your sight. The mirror blurred. Your throat tightened.

And instead of arguing back… you fell silent.

Turned.

Started walking.

“Wow,” Hoshi scoffed. “Just gonna walk out now?”

“Hyung, stop-” Minghao’s voice cut in, low and warning.

But you didn’t hear the rest. Couldn't.

You made it halfway down the hall, palm flat on the wall as the last thing that was supporting your figure. The air was cold, sharp - but not enough.

Not enough to clear the fog. Not enough to stop the sudden spinning in your head, the crushing in your chest, the pins and needles in your fingers.

And then: a thud that echoed louder than the music ever had.

Loud. Sickening. Final.

The door swung open behind you, slammed by the wind of sudden footsteps.

“Guys!” Jeonghan’s voice cracked the air, the first to sprint down the hall where you collapsed, your body crumpled against the cool floor. Your limbs twitched slightly - not from movement, but from exhaustion that had long past healthy.

Seungkwan dropped down beside you, shaking your shoulder gently. “Hey - it’s us. Wake up, yeah? Come on, open your eyes.”

“She’s burning up,” Joshua murmured, crouched behind them, checking your forehead with the back of his hand.

“What do we do-” Dino asked, voice panicked, barely holding it together.

“Call the nurse. Now,” Seungcheol snapped, already sliding his hands under your legs and back to lift you back into the practice room.

Mingyu rushed back with a towel, dabbing the sweat on your forehead away. “She was fine a minute ago. She said she was fine.”

“She wasn’t,” Jeonghan muttered bitterly. “We didn’t see it.”

“Or we ignored it,” Wonwoo said quietly, placing a cold compress gently on her forehead.

Hoshi stood in the doorway, frozen, guilt thick in his throat when they lied you down on the couch. “I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“No one did,” Dokyeom said, softly. “But you were hard on her.”

“She looked tired all week,” Minghao said, adjusting the towel on your neck. “I should’ve asked earlier.”

The nurse arrived minutes later, checking your vitals and confirming it was a mix of heat exhaustion, dehydration, and overexertion.

“She’s stable now,” the nurse assured them, “but she needs rest. Real rest.”

They carried you back to the dorm together - heads low, hearts heavy. Hoshi insisted on carrying you himself on his back, despite being drenched in sweat and shaking with nerves. Jeonghan held the elevator doors. Woozi opened your bedroom.

You didn’t stir.

.

For the next two hours, they stayed close. No one moved far from your side.

Joshua carefully wiped down your arms with a damp cloth, whispering under his breath, “You did well. You always do.”

Seungkwan paced at the edge of your bed, phone in hand, searching articles about how to quickly replenish electrolytes.

Jun sat in the corner with a blanket over his knees, watching your chest rise and fall, counting the seconds between each breath. “I can’t believe we let it get this far.”

Mingyu, curled up by the door like a guard dog, looked up only to ask, “Will she hate us when she wakes up?”

“She won’t,” Seungcheol said quietly. “But maybe she should.”

They dimmed the lights. Kept the room quiet. Brought water, set aside fresh clothes, even placed one of your favorite snacks on the nightstand - just in case you felt well enough to eat later.

When your fingers twitched under the covers hours later, it was Vernon who noticed first. He had been sitting cross-legged by your bed, silently guarding, music low in his earbuds.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open. Groggy. Disoriented.

“Hey, hey - don’t move too fast.” Jeonghan was beside her in an instant, gently smoothing her hair back.

You blinked, throat dry. “What… happened?”

“You fainted,” Wonwoo said softly, from the foot of the bed. “You pushed too hard.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“We know,” Hoshi said, eyes red. Hands clenched. A quiet apology waiting on his tongue.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know. I should’ve - I didn’t mean to say those things.”

You looked around, eyes wide - all thirteen of them in your room, packed shoulder-to-shoulder.

“You all stayed?” you croaked.

“Of course,” Dokyeom said. “We’re not leaving you alone again.”

Your eyes landed right on Hoshi, voice quiet but steady.

“It’s okay. I didn’t listen to myself either.”

Silence fell for a moment.

Then Seungcheol sat down on the edge of her bed, speaking for them all.

“You’re our teammate. We practice together, win together, and if one of us breaks…we all should’ve noticed.”

You felt her eyes sting again - but this time, not from pain.

“You’re not alone,” Seungkwan said, slipping his hand into your. “So don’t act like you are anymore, okay?”

You nodded, finally letting yourself give into the exhuastion.

Not because you were weak.

But because you were loved.

--

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook gets his motorcycle license and you don’t believe in fate.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, a dash of angst / word count: 5.5k

content/warnings: protective!bf jungkook 🫡 / jk gives oc h*ckeys / jk is sad and scared bc many couples r breaking up :( then he gets h*rny and i can’t blame him bc oc is hot / oc loves short skirts n jk is stressed / oc gets an anxiety attack !! bc they thought jk got into an accident / bam cameo <3

> in which masterlist!

note: ART REPORTING FOR DUTY 🫡 it’s been a while so i feel quite rusty and my brain is fried pls bear with me </3 i’m excited to post regularly again and get back into the flow hehe. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated! 🥺

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it is a rather calm afternoon in your shared apartment. you and jungkook may be together in the living room, but you’re each spending your alone time.

you’re sitting on the couch with bam’s head on your lap, your not-so-little baby sleeping soundly. you indulge yourself in a fashion magazine, occasionally lifting your head when you sense your boyfriend staring at you longingly from the desk. he would quickly avert his eyes to feign obliviousness, switching between the laptop or his phone to busy himself.

“babe, spit it out.” you giggle, lowering down the magazine from your face. “is there something wrong…? what do you want?”

“no, it’s nothing. just ignore me.”

“then you’re going to be upset with me when i actually do it?”

“yah! that’s not true!” he looks at you wide-eyed, chest puffing up in defense. “it’s really nothing, okay? you can go back to reading.”

“mkay, whatever you say… i’m not reading, though.”you mumble the last sentence, burying your nose in the magazine again.

with a glittery golden-inked pen, you draw a star beside a bag from the spring/summer collection that you fell in love with at first sight. you hear the clacking of the keyboard pause and resume, pause and resume, but you ignore your boyfriend’s beseeching glances like he asked you to.

minutes pass by on the clock as you flip the pages with twinkling eyes and silent squeals, but they feel like hours to jungkook.

he blinks at the laptop screen as he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip.

he just needs to do it— get it over with. whatever it is, he’s certain that the two of you could reach some sort of compromise… right?

he puts on a face of determination before wheeling the gaming chair towards where you are. and with no one to blame but himself, he releases a disgruntled noise when he collides with the leather couch. the impact sends him a couple of feet away from his destination, but his hands find purchase on your exposed thighs and he brings himself back to you.

his clinginess never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies.

you smile in secret, silent as he hooks his arms underneath your knees and lies his head beside bam’s. he kisses bam’s forehead, and in a somewhat twisted way, you are grateful for all the times the universe tugged at the string of joy and made you chase after it, because it led you here.

he has folded himself in a position that looks wildly uncomfortable, but jungkook likes to torture his senses for some reason, so you let him be. you pretend that no one has invaded your space, attached theirself to you so close that you’re carrying a quarter of their weight; feeling tickled by their exhales against your skin.

you planned to mix yourself a cocktail halfway through your magazine, but that is pushed to the bottom of things you can do now that your boyfriend is displeased with the lack of attention from his lover.

“this won’t do!”

his impatience forces him out of the chair and onto the couch, where he sneaks his strong arms around your waist. the movements shakes bam awake from his slumber. the doberman sits up, tiredly blinks at his father as if he is so done, and leaps off the couch to strut to his house.

jungkook scratches his head guiltily. “bam! dad is sorry that he disturbed your sleep!”

to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t receive a reply.

“oh, bam, are you mad at me…? you can’t be, right? you must understand… we both really love ____, don’t we?”

but he does receive one from you— a fond gaze that thinks of him bizarre.

“he’s not mad!” he defends himself.

“he should be. we were having a peaceful time together.”

“yah, that’s so mean. i’m part of this family too!” he complains with a scowl. “i want to cuddle.”

“no one’s stopping you, babe.”

this time, he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

he breathes you in, and his mind becomes clouded with the natural scent of you, so uniquely you, sweet and fresh like the clouds on a spring day, mixed with a hint of strawberries. humans smell fragrant flowers and break off their stems. jungkook smells you and he bites, sinks his teeth on your skin, sucks, again and again, and then soothes the ache with a slow and gentle slide of his tongue, but it doesn’t erase the marks that blossom into a hue of a bruise.

he licks his lips, wet with saliva, feeling cocky with the memory of your sharp inhales— cockier when he lifts his head and sees the dilation of your pupils behind a curtain of haze.

however, they’re still trained towards the fashion items printed on paper that you so desperately wish would materialize into thin air.

he groans.

“baaaaby,”

“mhmmm?” you mimic the tone of his whine, resting your head on his shoulder— just to be closer, let him know you’re here and you’re listening.

he clears his throat, prepares for the worst.

“these days, there’s something i’ve been thinking of a lot… i’ve been researching here and there, too…”

“about?”

“motorcycles…”

“okay,”

“okay?”

bewildered by your nonchalant response, he pulls away to squint at you in suspicion.

“…i’m planning to buy one and get a license? like, maybe next week?”

“okay,” you repeat yourself.

hit with a twinge of confusion, you briefly tear your eyes away from the beautiful gowns worn by beautiful models.

“are you telling me or are you asking me?”

“uh- uhm,” he stutters. “i’m telling you.”

“alright then,”

his chest puffs up as he inhales sharply. “that’s it?!”

“what do you want me to say?” you flip a page, a flicker of amusement flashing across your face. “you’re not allowed to…? i mean- sure, i can do that, too.”

“no, no, no, no, no-” he kisses your cheek— nearly, barely, he’s smiling too big to do it properly. “no, really! are you serious?”

“why won’t you believe me?” the magazine lands on your lap as you cross your arms in annoyance. “what do you think of me?”

“i heard couples really fight about this in particular, though?” he chuckles, and it’s your pouted lips’ turn to be granted a kiss. “sorry, i assumed you won’t approve of this one. you’re so strict with me about driving safely.”

“it’s no problem because i know you’re responsible. i just get worried sometimes,” you mumble. “when you’re tired from work.”

“i know,”

“good,” you sigh, leaning into him to steal a kiss yourself. “can i just ask you for one thing then?”

“yes,” he nods eagerly. “anything.”

“if i find out that you didn’t wear a helmet one time…” you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, unsure what type of reaction you will elicit. “you’re getting rid of it.”

“three times-”

“oh my god, absolutely not!”

the sheer horror painted on your face further fuels his mischief.

“twice?”

“you said anyth-”

“please?”

“no! then i’m getting rid of it myself!”

you shove his shoulder, and he allows himself to fall flat on the couch before bouncing back with the mission to ease your mind.

“i’m just joking, baby!” his giggles fill the entire apartment.

he cages your face in his hands but you stubbornly resist.

“i’m joking- i’m joking. i’m sorry. come here, give me a kiss.”

he makes a smooching sound with his puckered lips and you send an unimpressed glare in return.

“promise me first,” your fingers wrap around his wrist to deny his affectionate advances. “one time!”

“i promise!”

“and you won’t get angry at me?”

and with that, his heart begins to ache in his chest. the shift in your voice, the nervousness blanketed by softness… fuck.

“how hard can that possibly be?”

he just remembered how upset you were when he got himself infected after visiting a tattoo shop in america. you told him it would probably be best to do more research on the place, but he isn’t jungkook if he isn’t stubborn. it was hell, to say the least. being in pain and fighting with you for days. you would tend to him and the silence would rub salt on the wound.

today, however, he was more than prepared to defend his case in the event that he faces rejection.

he doesn’t.

on the contrary, he is a given a gift.

“i hate you,” you whimper, but your words contradict the way you respond to his kisses— the sharpness of them has been dulled by his tongue. he tastes like the green apple lollipop that you completely forgot you left on the desk four days ago.

he draws back with a playful grin.

thief… your kisses and your candy and your body and your heart. all his.

“huh, you don’t mean that.”

“i do!”

“i love you,” he utters tenderly. “i trust you to set me straight when i need to get my shit together.”

“then you understand that i just don’t want it to become a habit, right…?”

what does he think of you? a person who treats him with utmost gentleness, supports his happiness, and worries about his safety— a person more important to him than himself.

“and even if it’s only one time… we never know what’s going to happen. i wouldn’t be able to bear seeing you outside the celebrity segment of the news. jungkook, i swear.” you pray that he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice, disguising it with a layer of humor. “i will lose my mind.”

“of course i understand! that won’t ever happen, baby! i want to tell you not to worry too much, but… but to be honest… i think i will be more upset if you don’t lecture me about this kind of thing at all.”

“really?”

“yes. because then doesn’t that mean you no longer care about me?”

this whole time, you’ve been saying i don’t want you to get hurt i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, and he hears you clearly— like how one recognizes their favorite song playing in public even from far away.

you smile sheepishly. “show me the motorcycle you want.”

your outspoken interest makes jungkook’s face light up like a christmas tree.

“there’s actually a few that i’m looking at…” he trails off, running back to the desk to grab his laptop.

“i’ll help you choose!” you clap your hands excitedly. “is there a pink one?”

“pink?!” he exclaims, which is then followed by endeared laughter. “you want it?”

you assume that he is going to ignore the silly idea, that is until he returns to his seat beside you.

“sure, there should be one somewhere.” he whispers, more to himself, typing away on the keyboard to feed your curiosity.

“really? really?” you babble, clinging to his arm to take a peek at the screen.

“hmmm,” he hums. “get a license too and i’ll buy it for you.”

a sound of disapproval bubbles in your throat. “eh, not for me. i want you to use it.”

jungkook dramatically pauses. he stares at you, doe eyes infront of blazing headlights.

he releases a burdened sigh.

“why me?!”

—

“bend over,” jungkook commands sternly, standing arms crossed infront of the bedroom door to deny your exit. “right now.”

“eh?” you gape at him. “but aren’t we goi-”

“i said turn around, baby.”

you’re left with no choice when his patience runs thin and he captures your hand— it comes so naturally when you twirl on your toes as if you’re waltzing to a slow love song. he pushes you forward gently, and you carry your innate grace all the way to the arch of your back.

jungkook swallows down a moan elicited by the tantalizing view, clearing his throat. he masks the sound by unceremoniously spanking your ass, the skin-to-skin contact also causing a sharp sting to spread across his palm.

“shit- i knew it, it’s too short.” he tugs your skirt down, a useless attempt at concealing your white lace underwear. he harshly breathes out in exasperation. “baby, i can see everything! you can’t ride a motorcycle wearing this!“

“what? motorcycle?! i can finally ride it?!”

you only heard one word come out of your boyfriend’s mouth, it seems.

you flip in excitement, facing him again with a smile as bright as the sunny sky outside. “you got your license? why didn’t you tell me?!”

“i was going to surprise you but-”

he still looks stressed out, eyes trained to your skirt- well, your legs. the skirt is barely there.

“going back here from the parking lot to change would be-”

“but it’s miu miu,” you quietly remark, looking down at the article of clothing with a frown. “it’s not that short…”

“look at the mirror,” he points to your left with his eyes, but then he is already carrying you by the curves of your waist so that your back is facing it.

you bend down on your own, and jungkook clicks his tongue when you only giggle heartily upon seeing your own reflection.

“it’s fiiine! you’re there to protect me. i just won’t bend down.”

“but won’t you get cold?”

“nope!” you reply without a second to spare. “for fashion, i never get cold.”

it’s been more than five years since he met you; jungkook knows damn well that is very far from the truth. not a single autumn and winter have passed that he didn’t lend you his jacket, his warmth, and then some more, simply because you refuse to stop wearing skirts until you’re at the verge of freezing to death.

alright, maybe he’s being dramatic, and you’re stubborn as hell.

“and i’m wearing my tall boots,” you raise your leg in a straight line to show off the leather brown boots that stop below your knees. “look, look… don’t i look cute?”

cute? such a word won’t do you justice. you’re acting like he’s not also looking at your panties.

“of course,” a soft smile replaces his hardened features. “you look so beautiful, baby.”

“hm, thought so,” you scrunch your nose, and his heart skips a beat.

damn, but that- there’s definitely no other word to describe it but the word cute.

“but how about, let’s say, wearing a coat over it?”

“jungkook! no!” you grunt, punching his arm- but then a lightbulb illuminates your brain.

“or shorts under it-”

“oh my god, i think you have one that matches. i remember i saw it the other day-”

“no, wait, wait, wait- shorts are safer! ____!”

you sprint back to the walk-in closet, leaving jungkook alone in the bedroom.

“come back here!”

he jerks his head in distress, rubbing his eyes harshly with his tattooed knuckles.

“ah, ____!”

“what?!” you yell, voice bouncing off the walls of your apartment. “i found it!”

—

“is it too tight?” jungkook inquires, looking up to you from the floor.

you bend your knees to assess the tightness of knee pads. “nope, it’s good.”

he proceeds to grab the elbows pads he hung over the handle of the motorcycle.

“hmmm, next… you wear these instead.”

you pout, recalling that he forgot his riding jacket at work yesterday. “but what about you?”

“i only have one pair.” he says. “it’s fine, it’s just for now. let’s pick up my jacket at the company before going to the museum.”

“how about let’s wear one each?”

upon processing the mechanics of your suggestion, his tall and broad frame shakes with mirth.

you obviously grew up with little siblings. they were so lucky to have you.

“hey! what are you laughing at?”

“nothing, you’re just cute.” he chuckles, wrapping the other protective pad around your left elbow. “just wear them both. i’m confident with my driving but… i still need you as safe as possible, baby.”

“but jungkook! what if y-” you whine out a protest, which he instantly silences by slipping your helmet over your head. “ugh, you’re so rude!”

he beams with pride as he clips its straps beneath your chin. “wow, it fits so perfectly? i only guessed… ah, as expected of jeon jungkook.”

his hand freezes on the visor when you strike him with the beady eyes, pouting your lips to request for a kiss, which he grants— more than willingly. gladly. happily. with pleasure.

cruising through the city on a motorbike with the love of his life; going on dates; putting on your helmet for you and learning how to angle his face for when he steals a kiss— he used to only witness this in romance films.

at the end of the day he’s just a simple man, jungkook admits.

what a dream come true.

—

it definitely becomes clearer to jungkook today— why you did not oppose the idea of him getting a motorcycle license on such short notice.

“this is so cool!” you squeal behind him, subconsciously raising the pitch of your voice to contest with the wind and the roaring engines.

“____, be careful,” he chides you. “or else i’ll slow down!”

a sense of relief washes over him as you readjust your arms around his waist, your weight resting on him ironically making his chest feel lighter.

if only jungkook could protect you by keeping you bubblewrapped at all times, he would.

“you’re enjoying this more than i expected.”

the two of you idle before a red light. he balances the two-wheeled vehicle with his left foot planted on the ground.

“is it fun?”

“so much fun!” you gush, enthusiasm overflowing past the seams of your lips. “you already drive like a pro!”

“of course! i studied hard! i don’t plan on putting you in danger with my stupidity!”

“still-” you interject. “you’re just good at everything.”

while he is aware that he is gifted in many ways, technically speaking, jungkook knows he can’t possibly be good at everything. but hearing it come from the person he love and adore most in the world? he can’t help but to allow it to inflate his ego a little bit.

ten seconds before the traffic light turns green.

his smirk is hidden inside his helmet, but you can masterfully envision it in your head just from the transparent smugness in his voice.

“time to hold on again, baby.”

“i think you just like me feeling you up.” you muse.

you teasingly slip one hand underneath his shirt to caress his toned stomach, and he hisses out a curse. with how strict you are about road safety, one would assume that you would restrain on being frisky while riding a vehicle thirty times more dangerous than a car. you either have too much in trust your boyfriend or you underestimate your effect on him.

in his case, double the thirty.

the engine roars to life and the wheels screech against the concrete road. your gentle touch turns into a bruising grip on his waist.

jungkook thinks that you might be right. he would never miss an opportunity to feel your skin on his skin. he selfishly decides then and there— he now prefers motorycle rides with you.

—

it doesn’t take you long to catch up to that fact. when he tells you wear something comfortable, you also know not to spend too much time doing something cute with your hair because the helmet will just turn it into a tousled mess. for the past two months, he has been calling you every night to ask whether you want to be picked up from work with the bike or the car, because as much as you both relish in the thrill and the wind and the intimacy, sometimes you fall asleep on the way home from exhaustion and he doesn’t want you… quite literally falling on the streets of seoul.

but today is your day-off, and with your head hanging from the edge of the bed, you tear your attention away from your phone to find jungkook is upside down. he stands outside the bedroom door hugging your rainbow hello kitty plushie to his chest, frowning woefully with a cause you are clueless about.

the contrast of his black t-shirt with the rainbow makes you crack a smile, reminiscent of the countless memes you’ve seen on the internet. you find it funny, but mostly endearing. because you’re the one who loves colors but dreams of nightmares, while he loves dark colors but dreams of stars, fairies, and soaring through skies and different dimensions. you don’t believe in fate. however, jungkook believes that it was fate that brought him to you, and that you are the person he is destined with. you don’t believe in fate, but you wholeheartedly, unequivocally believe in him.

“i was watching the news-” he huffs, seemingly perplexed. “why is everyone breaking up all of a sudden?”

“who broke up?”

he freezes, attempting to recall the names that flashed across the television screen only minutes ago. “i honestly don’t know them, but still!”

“then why are you pouting?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he carelessly tosses the plushie on the bed before climbing on it, sneaking his arms between your torso and the mattress to engulf you in a bone-crushing embrace. your phone slips away from your grip, buried somewhere in the sheets, but when big bundle of love and warmth is over you, it’s impossible to be consumed by anything else.

you weave your fingers through his hair, whispering teasingly. “scared of being in the headlines too?”

“scared…” he agrees, then he doesn’t. “of losing you.”

he scoots closer to nuzzle his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

“i-it’s just,” he pauses. “ah, i don’t know! nevermind, forget it.”

“no, tell me. it’s okay.” your hands cup his cheeks, coaxing him to look at you. “tell me what’s bothering you. whatever it is. i’ll listen.”

there’s a glint of melancholy on his glassy eyes, and you desperately want to know what brought forth this pain so you can take it all away. your heart shatters when his nose scrunches into a sniffle, skin becoming more flushed, a shade of red that dusts his skin only when he cries.

“when couples break up after a long time… many of them say…” he trails off, held back by uncertainty.

“they say?” you urge him to continue, pretending to be absorbed in fixing his hair— running your fingers through the soft locks, rearranging his bangs, trying to see if they’re long enough to be tucked behind his ears— all in an indulgent effort to show him that this type of conversation doesn’t need to be awkward or intense.

“they say that… that they just woke up one day and- and realized they were no longer-” his lips curve into a frown, deeper than before, and you mirror him without knowing. “happy, or in love.”

he breathes shakily, avoiding your eyes to gather himself together.

fuck, jeon jungkook. man up! are you seriously going to cry right now? like this?

“and we’ve been together for five years.”

“almost five,” you correct him with a sweet smile, poking his soft cheek right where one of his dimples would be. “our anniversary is right around the corner.”

the unadulterated joy you radiated as you spoke those words makes the trepidation in his brain glitch.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. please continue.”

he licks his lips, and then opens his mouth but- “i’ve lost my train of thought.”

“oh my god, i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“you were talking about something serious.” you wince guiltily.

“our anniversary is something serious too!” he points out, pouting cutely.

“yes, but… it’s a different story, breakups are- jungkook! why are you suddenly laughing?!” you sputter, shoving him away in annoyance when you hear a snort in the midst of his uncontrollable giggles. “what’s so funny…? you were just so close to crying!”

he shakes his head profusely, collapsing over you, but he ends up rolling over to the side so he can lie on his back and clutch at his aching belly.

“ah, ____! my heart fluttered when you mentioned our anniversary. i totally forgot what i was talking about!”

if it fluttered earlier, now it goes absolutely wild in his ribcage.

your positions are switched before he can comprehend it— you’re now on all fours on top of him. his head is trapped in between your arms and your gold necklace is dangling over his face and you’re straddling his lap and now it’s getting harder to breathe and not picture obscene images that involve you worshipping his body.

he probably likes this way too much than he cares to admit.

“do you see it now?”

he purses his lips, obviously distracted, controlled by his desire for you as he finds the curves of your waist to caress. “see what?”

“that you don’t need to be anxious about us not being happy in the future, because we’re happy right now.”

he cannot detect an ounce of hesitation even if he tried. you are steady. you are sure. something intangible and inexplicable floods your souls when your eyes meet, but the two of you know that it exists and it is real.

“fuck… i love you. i fucking love you so much.” his voice borders on a growl, and a whimper escapes your lips just before they crash against his for a kiss so full of passion that it completely catches you offguard. he pulled you down so swiftly that your hands anchored on the bed scrambled for his forearms to break your fall, nails digging into his skin as you balance yourself.

jungkook isn’t much for words, but something in him always wants more. he likes to speak with his tongue in a way so sweet that it compels you to abandon your vocabularies in the farthest back of your mind.

you sit down on his lap breathless after making out. your boyfriend watches you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, slipping his hands underneath his head as he cockily grins in satisfaction.

you roll your eyes at the sight of his biceps being shamelessly flexed. “bastard,”

“bastard you’re crazy about,”

“unfortunately,” you sigh with faux disappointment, hugging the hello kitty plushie you picked up from the floor.

“want to go for a ride?”

“to where?”

“anywhere,” he shrugs. “it’s already late so there shouldn’t be traffic anymore.”

you jump off the bed without another word, returning a minute later clad in a black harley davidson jacket. you look so fucking chic and attractive in it, he always pats himself on the back for buying it for you.

jungkook would go against all laws of the universe if it meant spending a hundred more almost five years with you, until the hello kitty plushie you’re still hugging becomes gray and unrecognizable.

“babe, why are you still staring at me like that? i’m ready!”

—

from the entrance, jungkook discerns your familiar figure pacing back and forth across your designated parking spaces. you appear to be engrossed in your phone as you nibble on your thumb, which he knows to be a tell-tale sign of your anxiety. you just got your nails done, and for the first three days, you’re usually very conscious of messing them up.

you fail to notice the loud presence of his motorcycle, not until he has successfully parked and pushed down its side stand on the ground.

“baby! what are you doing out here?”

he lifts off the helmet, ruffling his hair to tame it. and as he brushes his stubborn bangs away from his eyes, that’s when he sees his lover overcome with distraught.

his heart drops to his stomach.

your eyes are filled with unshed tears, chin trembling with the struggle of holding them back.

“jungkook!” you wail out his name, and you haven’t cried this loud since you were sixteen.

an unnamed neighbor walks by the scene and says to theirself, somebody must’ve died.

“yah- why? why, why, why?” he stumbles over his own words in panic, carelessly hanging the helmet on one of the handles of the motorcycle as he gets off. “what’s wrong? baby? what happened?”

you hide your face in the palms of your cold yet clammy hands, ashamed by the surge of your emotions flooding the parking lot as acid rain, but a sense of safety blankets you when jungkook gingerly tugs you towards him.

“i thought something bad happened to you! a car hit a motorcycle nearby- and i thou- i really thought-”

“oh, that’s right! how did you know?” he gasps. “i passed by them earlier. there were so many people and police officers.”

“jungkook!” you snap, hitting his chest in frustration.

“sorry- i’m sorry! okay, that was insensitive of me- fuck.” he rambles, and you visibly cringe when his glove-clad hands touch your face.

the texture, and only god knows all the places it’s been…

“there’s no need to cry, baby! i’m already here, aren’t i? i’m so healthy. there’s not a single scratch on me.”

he hastily takes off his jacket to reveal himself in a white sleeveless shirt. spotless that it looks brand-new.

“see? all good!“

you fall silent. your eyes frantically scan his body, but your brain doesn’t really register anything that you perceive.

“aigoo, why are you shaking so much?”

he can’t bear to watch you in this state. he feels nauseous, almost, like his gut is being twisted and wrung in different ways.

“my baby must’ve been so worried about me, is that right? come here.”

in the solace of jungkook’s embrace, wrapped in his strong arms that are, praise heavens, not broken, the pounding of your heart gradually returns to normal.

his, however, becomes louder. and these days he likes to believe that he is no longer the crybaby he once was, but his skin feels flushed as tears fills his eyes, because damn, what a blessing it is to be loved by you.

he leans on the motorcycle, lovingly rocking you back and forth with shushes and soft hums.

time flies by when you are floating, but jungkook is patient as he waits for you to land and come home to him, even when his feet have fallen asleep.

“you haven’t forgotten your promise?” you whisper.

“never not wear a helmet,” he coos, pressing his lips to your temple. “of course i haven’t forgotten.”

“good,” you mumble, drawing back. “go home and shower. you’re all so sweaty.”

“i will. i feel so sticky.” he chortles. “this is so annoying. i hate summer!”

—

you continue to cling to jungkook all the way to the apartment unit, arms circled around his torso and soft cheek smushed against his back. snuggling him from behind like a koala does a tree is a newly-discovered joy. and if you were single you would be rolling your eyes at a person for saying this, but it is quite wonderful to have a boyfriend for a pillow that is also a blanket. has anyone invented that?

“you know, i regret not getting a motorcycle earlier.”

“why?”

the door opens with a short jovial jingle as a signal.

“i saw someone with a puppy in a basket this morning. it was even wearing goggles! it was really cute!” he laments, dragging you along with him into the living room. “ah, i’m an idiot. why didn’t i think of that? we could’ve done that with bam!”

you form the mental image of tiny baby bam wearing tiny goggles and a tiny leather jacket, and then another, but with the current bam.

“but bam is already as big as the bike!” you dissolve into laughter.

jungkook grunts, and you can’t tell whether he’s genuinely feeling this regretful or he’s just trying to distract you after you broke down with the mind-numbing anxiety of losing him forever.

“exactly!”

you sink into the couch, instinctively reaching for the hello kitty plushie to hug. meanwhile, he begins stripping off his shirt.

“it’s not even possible at all now!”

“but i do want to see him wear goggles…” you say in jest, fishing out your phone from the pocket of your shorts. “should i look for one?”

wait, what do you even type for it? dog goggles?

“i found them. there are helmets, too.” you gasp, covering your mouth as an epiphany hits you. “the puppy wasn’t wearing a helmet?”

driven by curiosity, jungkook sits next to you as you search for the item online. he is practically naked, left wearing only his black calvin klein boxers.

“oh,” he pauses. “now that you mention it, the puppy wasn’t wearing one.”

“how are you still sweaty?” with your thumb, you wipe the bead of sweat threatening to enter his eye. “go shower first.”

he manages to sneak a chaste kiss to your wrist before it becomes out of reach.

“before that, i need to tell you something.”

you bob your head, encouraging him to speak out, but the longer you maintain eye-contact with him, the faster his impulsive courage melts into a puddle of nervousness.

marry me.

marry me.

“baby…”

“yes?” you half-smile. “what is it? you’re starting to scare me.”

marry me.

when i see the future, i only see you.

“i love you.”

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[sukunas-wife]

What about the idea that baby Yuuji overhears the screams in the bedroom and thinks Sukuna is hurting mommy?🥺Mommy's little protector. Or the baby asks why they need a collar on the bed, but the mother lies that it is for their future dog/cat. Sukuna is unhappy, but is forced to get a pet because Yuuji is too happy

Hehe pervert 🤭 I’m joking 🥹🤍 but I love the idea

This is the first time your little sweet heart Yuji wasn’t by your side. Today his heart was set on following Uraume around, he was set on following him convinced at times of the day he was just a ghost who would vanish into thin air. Uraume didn’t have a problem with letting his young master follow him as long as he didn’t have to slow down his own business.

You’d see them cross your path a few times that day, Yuji always waving his chubby hand at you with a bright smile before running off to catch up.

The first time Sukuna saw you that day was just before midday, you were out in the garden under the plum tree fingers grazing the fruits you craved. He strolled over scaring you when you felt two of his hands on your waist, the third reaching up with ease to pull down the golden plums you struggled to reach.

“Thank you,” you reached up to his face bringing him down to kiss his lips, he bit at your bottom lip before he pulled away looking at you amused, “Where’s my son?” You turned to face him, smiling as your eyes moved away from him, “OUR son wanted to assure Uraume is not a spirit. Yuji is set on following them around from dawn till dusk.”

You looked back up at Sukuna, he brought a hand up to each side of your waist, “Is that so?” You felt like prey when he pressed you back against the tree, his third arm pressed over head against the bark, his fourth hand came up grabbing a strand of your hair running it between his fingers. “Well, now that you don't have our little brat with you, what are you going to do?” He leaned down closer to your face, his scent filled your air accompanied by his low suggestive tone, “More importantly what are we going to do together.” All it took in that moment was for his lips to meet yours while he brought you closer to his body, holding you close and whispering filthy words against your lips.

It was four or five hours past midday, one or two hours before dinner. Uraume was still on the move with purpose in their step and their mind set on completing whatever tasks Sukuna had assigned them that morning.

One of those tasks was to bring fresh robes to Sukuna’s separate chambers. Which lead Uraume to enter though your shared chambers and they would’ve gladly ignored the sound of wooden frame of your bed creaking. Not have batted an eye at Lord Sukuna’s muffled grunts and your quiet cries. Uraume, the master of “I mind my own damn business but I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS” went about business until they heard the small voice.

“Uwaume! Mommy’s crying! We need to help her!” Uraume quickly snapped around snatching up Yuji, “Don’t worry Young Yuji, your mother is perfectly-“ Both of them were cut off by the sound of wood cracking and a slam. Followed by Lord Sukuna’s voice reverberating clearly through the heavy wooden doors to your private chamber. The last thing was your weak voice saying Sukuna’s name. The string of curses and your name from his father had Yuji shoving his way out of Uraume’s hold and running to your doors.

Behind closed doors you almost peed yourself hearing the bangs on the door and Yuji’s screams. “MOMMY MOMMY ARE YOU OKAY!? DADDY IF YOUR HURT MOMMY IM IMA! IM GONNA…” the banging stopped, “LEMME GO LEEMMEEEE GGOOOOAAAGGGGHHHHHHH” you could almost see the way Yuji was kicking and squirming in Uraume’s hold.

Your heart was racing, and you took a deep breath, “Su,” you looked down at him where he was still laying on you. He looked up at you amused, “Your son just threatened me through a door for hurting you.” His chest rumbled as he let out a breathy laugh. You rolled your eyes, “OUR SON, just heard you trying to give him a sibling and your humoured that all that came from it was he was threatening you?” Your eyebrows raised with a slight smile, you were amused but still concerned for what your little Yuji heard.

Sukuna groaned rolling off your body to avoid crushing you entirely, your bed creaked and finished falling to the floor as the last two legs gave out. You tried not to laugh at Sukuna’s slightly widened eyes. “Your next bed will be one of those made of solid cedar. These raised beds are flimsy and break always.” Rolling over to his side you placed a hand on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, “Or maybe, you shouldn't let your ego get so big and see if you can break every new bed you bring into my chambers?” Sukuna looked away, both arms on the side you were pressed up against holding you close, “I’ll think about it. Now come here, take that collar off before it taints your skin red.”

Almost an hour passed of Uraume holding Yuji like a sack of potatoes under his arm to keep him from running to your room. In that hour you briefly fell asleep under the graze of Sukuna’s hands. The red leather Sukuna had his name branded into was pulled off your neck and thrown onto your bed to be cleaned up later with your bed.

Waking up from your short rest you got up, Sukuna helping tie your Obi and managing to loosely tie your hair in a nice manner. Of course you couldn’t walk away from him without having your ass smacked. Your walking was cut short the moment you tried and couldn’t take more than a few steps and your own legs caving causing you to fall into your husband who was smirking down at you with lidded eyes. The puff in chest, pride in his lidded eyes, the smug “heh,” you almost missed made you side eye him. “You were the one who asked me,” he mimicked your voice poorly, “Please please fuck me Sukuna, give me everything.”

While he snickered he assisted in helping you sit in your shared chambers bed while poking and prodding at you and your sensitive bruising body.

Sukuna was chuckling to himself as he pulled the blanket over your lap, “I’ll call for Uraume or one of your little maids to bring you dinner. I’ll tell them you’ve fallen ill and it’s best to let you eat and rest.”

There you sat, watching your husband look back at you one last time with a faint smile before he left. You sat in the silence taking a breath, that was until you heard a familiar scream and the sound of little feet running in your direction, “OI BRAT! I JUST TOLD YOU YOUR MOTHERS ILL!” You laughed silently at Sukuna’s yelling, Yuji who let out a little grunt and shoved with all his weight against the wooden doors, “mmoommyy!!?!” He ran to your side of the bed doing everything to climb up, even pulling your blanket down so he could hold on and pull himself up. When he was finally on the bed he sat on your legs looking up at you with those big round eyes, “Are you okay?” His little hands came together, he was looking at you with so much concern it squeezed your heart making you wanted to kiss all over his face and fawn over him.

So you did, he laughed being pulled into your chest as you kissed all over his face and squeezing him in a tight hug that he did his best to hug you back. “Yes baby I’m alright, daddy and I were just having a discussion and you know your daddy.” Yuji laughed, eyes closing while he smiled big “hehe he breaks things.”

It wasn’t long before Sukuna walked in with one of your ladies, she was holding a tray with your dinner, Yuji bounced off your lap and onto the floor “Wanna go see what daddy broke.” You watched as he ran to your room, pushing past the door. Your lady in waiting helped you adjust yourself to be able to eat whatever was served. That was until you heard Yuji’s loud cheery voice “WERE GETTING A DOGGY!?”

You were confused as you looked at Sukuna and he seemed equally confused until you saw his eyes widen slightly before he went back to a neutral expression.

“Yuji, we are not getting a mutt.” You watched as he got closer to your door and you understood why he came to that idea, you looked down at your food feeling heat rise in your cheeks, “but it even had a name!” Yuji came running out of your room with the bright red collar in hand, an oval token hanging that said “Princess” . He had the biggest smile and was visibly excited.

Your lady in waiting was quick to dismiss herself as you waved her off, “We ARE getting a dog Yuji, come here.” You waved him over moving your tray off your lap, “Y/n- we’re not getting a- we are Ryomen.” You gave him a look and he gave you a look. You were both stuck in a stare off, the tension was there, “Ooouu that’s why daddy broke the bed, he can’t say no.” Sukuna looked taken aback, “I said no! And No is no!” He crossed his arms over his chest staring down at You and Yuji who sat in your lap holding the collar. Yuji looked up at you with a smile kicking his feet waiting to hear what you would say.

“Sukuna.” Your brows raised before you angled your head taking the collar from Yuji, “Why wouldn’t we get a DOG if we have a COLLAR.” you spoke through gritted teeth and he kept a hard stare on you, Yuji brought his little fists up to cover his smile, he was looking up at you with stars in his eyes, if anyone could bend his father like bamboo it was you.

Sukuna sighed and rolled his eyes, “FINE- but I'M choosing it, and NO ONE gets a say.” Yuji’s cheer of pure joy made him kick out his legs and throw out his arms. He was quick to hug you and kiss your chefs before running to his dad hugging his leg, “thank you daddy.” Sukuna couldn’t deny he had a soft spot in his soul for his son, especially when he placed a hand on Yuji’s head giving his head a rub. “Sure brat.”

A week had passed and you were outside with Yuji, he was using a stick like a sword attacking a tree making all sorts of sounds as if he were really fighting for his life.

“Oouuuuaaahhh” Yuji’s hands dropped to his sides when he saw his daddy emerge from the path.

“Mommy…” you were just as shocked. Here came Sukuna tether in hand. Until he got to both of you, “well?”

“Sukuna…” you looked at Yuji who looked excited, his eyes were wide and shining, his smile was big and his little fists were shaking in excitement as he stood there basically vibrating in excitement, “That’s not a dog..”

“IT'S A TIGER!!” You didn’t catch Yuji as he ran and hugged the tiger, your eye was twitching while he buried his face in the tiger's neck, his little arms not enough to encircle the beast.

“It’s better than a mutt,” you watched as he knelt, on arms resting on the tigers back, the other leaving firm pats on the tigers chest. Keeping the tether in his hand. “It’s tame also, she came from a palace where she was used to guard someone’s children, so she’ll take care of Yuji.”

You wanted to reject the idea just to hear Yuji’s little voice “I love you princess.” It squeezed your heart to see how cute he looked hugging her, she sat bringing one of her big paws over his shoulder like she was actually hugging him.

“I don’t think… I don't think it's good.- you hear that Yuji? I don’t think your mom wants us to keep her?” He looked at you while hugging Princess, his eyes started to tear up, dammit you never thought he’d use that against you, much less would it be that effective., “Please mommy?” He was looking up at you, and Sukuna was too, behind his son he had a sly smile, turning your plan against you, then there was princess, who looked up at you, purring while Yuji held on tighter, “Fine- but no Tigers on my bed, and maybe a new name… I don’t think the collar we have was meant for a fully grown… tiger..”

Yuji ran hugging you, “Daddy can get her a new collar and we can think of a new name like… like… lightning!” You snorted trying to not laugh, “Lightning is cute Yu, but I think she needs a better name.” He hummed, thinking while looking around, “What about lilies like the flower?” His little finger pointed past you, you turned to see the tiger lily he was pointing at, “It’s a pretty name if you like it.”

He walked over to Lily, his hands on her cheeks fluffing the tufts of fur, “What do you think lily?” The only response he got was Lily nuzzling his face with her nose, “I think she likes it.”

You looked at Sukuna and didn’t miss the smile on his face and the soft expression on his face. He loved his brat. You knew that he didn’t just find a tiger in some palace, he had to have already planned it to some extent.

Walking to his side you hugged his side, “I love you.” Doing your best with your free hand to pull him down, you kissed his cheek and he let out a “heh” sound. “So how long have you really had this planned?” You cocked a brow with a sure smile, “From the day of Yuji’s birth it was made known to me, one of those fools that live scared behind palace walls imported more than just a few.” You saw the smug look on his face and shook your head with a smile, “You are beyond belief.”

“LOOK” both of you turned to Yuji who had jumped on Lily trying to ride her, “Go lily go!” She only looked back at him and you looked away with a smile before Sukuna dropped the tether, “You heard the boy Lily.”

All you heard was Yuji’s scream when Lily started a decent pace run. Your mouth opened slightly, “su- he’ll be fine.” Was all Sukuna said cutting you off before wrapping both arms on his side around you. “Now, let’s talk about your punishment for defying me so openly in front of my son.” He took your jaw in one of his free hands, making you look up at him, those lidded eyes and sly smile made your nerves tingle, “Oh?”

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[carolmunson]

18+ stoned!reader x stoned!eddie, some semi smut found this in my drafts from a couple days ago that i wrote when i was...also stoned. utter nonesense, most of it.

“Shh—hehe-shh, no, no, we have to be — hahaha — sh, sh, quiet,” he whisper yells, stumbling over himself while he nearly knocks a lamp off of a side table in Steve Harrington’s living room. The rest of the gang filled the guest bedrooms, leaving you both on the pull out couch.

His sweaty hand clasps yours as you finally make it to the kitchen, squinting in the light against the white tiles.

“Ugh, put the dimmer on,” you whine into another peal of ‘quiet’ giggles.

“Okay, okay,” he nods, leaning against the wall while he twists the light switch knob, the lights going to a low yellow.

“That’s better — shit,” he huffs, grinning.

“What?” you grin back,

“M’stoned as shit, babe,” he laughs, rubbing his swollen red eyes.

“Me—haha, me too,” you laugh back. You both make your way to the abandoned s’mores ingredients on the counter, the reason for the adventure to the kitchen.

“I don’t really get marshmallows,” he says, popping one into his mouth, “Li’ I get them, buh I don’ really get them.”

“True, true,” you nod, breaking a graham cracker in half, staring at the crumbs on the marble, “They’re like — oh my god — holy shit, they’re a fake food.”

“Babe, fuck — you’re so right,” he nods, “Like what’re they even made of?”

“Like…plastic, babe. I think they’re plastic,” you nod back, eyes as wide as they can go — and it’s not wide at all, “Like from space. They’re space plastic.”

“They’re totally space plastic,” he agrees, putting another one in his mouth, “Tasthy, shug-ry, spacthe, plasdic.”

“M’so thirsty,” you complain, turning the sink on with little grace, leaning forward to drink from the faucet.

“Aw, shit, me too — move,” Eddie grumbles, holding his hair back and hip bumping you out of the way.

“Hey!” you whine, hip bumping him back, knocking your forehead against his to get back to the water.

“You hey!” he laughs back, face half reproachful and half mischievous, “I’ll count to five and then hahaha, then it’s my turn.”

You drink quick while he counts down, taking turns in intervals of five until you both think you’ve been drinking water for hours.

“3, 4…”

“Okay enough, you’re waterboarding me,” you gasp after a gulp, turning the sink off.

“You don’t even know what that means.”

“No Ed, you don’t even know what that means.”

“No you,” he tuts, leaning in for a kiss.

“No you,” you tut back, letting him kiss you softly. Unsurprisingly, you both let out simultaneous groans, knowing you’re both on shaky ground if you keep at it. It takes little effort for him to convince you to sit up on the island counter so his hips can line up against yours, ringed and tattooed hands gripping your thighs without thought or care behind it, just need. Just bare need from the roots. He pushes forward, the hard on tenting his boxers pressing up flat against you. Two more breathy groans coming from between your kisses while he rocks against your panties.

“I don’t have a condom with me,” he whispers against your lips.

“Sss…hmmm, it’s okay,” you mumble out, swollen eyes now shut while your body tingles through with pleasure, “S’feelin’reallygood babe.”

“You all extra sensitive?” he asks, the giggles gone, just eyes that want you — brain focused now on chasing the pleasure in his groin.

“Yeah,” you whimper, his chest pressing up against yours when he brings his mouth to your neck. To your spot. The whine you let out is a little too loud and you both know it — enough that he covers your mouth while he keeps going, hips still grinding in a steady rhythm against you. He tugs you down back to the floor by your hips, turning you around without a second thought, oversized t-shirt rucked up to your waist.

“You want me?” he asks, pulling your panties to the side. You nod hurriedly.

“Please,” you whisper, hips wiggling — which makes him laugh, which makes you laugh, and then you look at the marshmallows on the counter and it’s space plastic all over again. Giggles and kisses while he gets ready to ease into you and put you both to bed exhausted.

“I hope the aliens don’t come,” you murmur between sloppy pecks, “For the space plastic.”

The light in the kitchen gets bright, bright, bright, “We’re getting abducted babe.”

“What’re you talking about?” Steve’s annoyed voice echos from the other end of the room, “You guys are being so loud.”

You and Eddie separate like embarrassed high schoolers who got caught kissing behind the bleachers. Like dad walked in on something he shouldn’t have.

“Sorry, Harrington,” Eddie smirks, “We were just—”

“Getting water!” you interrupt.

“Yeah I see that,” Steve huffs, crossing his arms, “It’s all over the floor.”

He’s not wrong, it is, the two of you looking at the tile like kids who are definitely in trouble.

“We’ll clean it up Steve, sorry,” Eddie assures, much more apologetic now.

“Just — go to bed guys,” he sighs, “Or I’m making you sleep in separate rooms next time.”

When he leaves you both toss each other a look, mocking Steve’s exasperated face with another silent outbreak of breathy giggles. After wiping up the water, you put away the snacks together and click the light off, settling back down in the pull out couch under the covers. The high now holding you down in a cozy grip, making your eyes lull and your breaths slow.

“M’sleepy,” you whisper under the crisp sheets.

“Me too,” he nods, intertwining his limbs with yours like he does every night. Curly hair creeping onto your face while he settles his head in the crook of your neck, “But babe?”

“Yeah?” you ask into the quiet of the room, eyes closed, sleep pulling you further and further away.

“M’gonna rail you when we get home tomorrow,” he mutters, half asleep.

“M’kay,” you nod, “Thass—that sounds good. I like that. I’ll get us a ticket.”

“Hm?”

“For the rail…for the railroad.”

“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road,” he sings quietly.

“All the live long day…” you both harmonize, more giggles, sleepy giggles.

“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road, just to pass the time away…”

“Guys,” Steve’s sharp whisper calls from the stairs, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Steve,” you mumble in unison, singing the song in quiet whispers — falling asleep before you even make it to the end.

[d0llcuries]

HIIII 🫶 i wanted to ask if i could request a neteyam x omatikaya readerrr where she’s caring for him while he’s healing from the bullet so it’s like just a bit after the war (bc in my head he didn’t die 😔😔😔) and she’s checking up on him making sure he’s okay distracting him from pain/the situation hopefully that makes some sense just some cute stuff like that hehe. (im delusional 💓)

THANKS BABE

KISS YOU BETTER

pairing(s): neteyam x fem!na'vi reader

summary: healing is a process. a slow, lonely and frightful one. you do what you can to be there for him, forever thankful to eywa that he still has breath in his lungs.

author's note: i am the world's fattest dillydallyer, i fear. bear with me folks please and thankss!!

neteyam’s chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, his skin too warm under your palm where his heartbeat drums, faint, beneath layers of gauze and healing paste. the evening light, watery and red through the fibers of the marui pod, filters down over him, casting a glow that makes his blue skin look brighter.

a faint lustre of sweat lies at his temples. you can’t tell if it is the heat or the strain of healing that makes him look fragile, but it is unsettling. it feels like months have passed since that day. the bullet. the blood. the scream that ripped from your throat like you could tear the world in half with it.

he's been in and out of it for days. sometimes, he wakes with a shudder, his fingers twitching as if he’s reaching for his knife or his bow or something to hold onto before his muscles relax and he lays dormant once again. you wonder, not for the first time, what he dreams of now. if he’s still out there, somewhere between life and death, between the stars and the ground, or if he’s here, with you, feeling the soft pressure of your fingers on his skin, the warmth of your breath on his neck. you wonder if he feels the way your hands shake, if he knows how scared you are, even though you don’t say it.

“yawne,” he murmurs, voice raspy, cracking around the edges. it’s the only word he seems to have the strength for lately. my love. you could hear it a thousand times, and still, it would twist your insides in knots, the feeling churning beneath your ribs like roots digging into soil that’s too dry to give way. he says it like it is his only bind to the world.

the air inside the tent is sticky, thick, a little too sweet with the musk of old herbs and the iron tang of blood. you can taste it on your tongue as you breathe, cloying, like when you bite too hard into a mango and the juice drips down your chin, half-spoiled, but still too good to stop. the world is settling outside the night drawing in like a slow breath and inside, the hush of it, the weight of it, sinks into your skin, pools behind your eyes, heavy and aching.

his lashes cast long shadows across his cheeks, his lips chapped and parted as he pulls in uneven breaths. you move carefully, your hands trembling just a little as they skim over his ribs, up to his face, cradling his jaw in your palms. he feels fragile. your body aches in ways you can’t describe, the knots in your muscles from sleeping beside him, always curled up in awkward positions, always watchful. your knees are sore from kneeling too long, your neck stiff from leaning against the wooden posts of the tent. but all that discomfort it feels so small, so inconsequential, in the face of his suffering.

you stroke his hair back, letting the braids slip through your fingers one by one. the roots are damp, curls matted against his scalp. you hum a little under your breath, some half-forgotten melody your mother used to sing when you were small, when the days felt longer and the nights less lonely. the sound barely reaches your ears, swallowed by the thick air, but neteyam stirs, just a fraction, his lips twitching like he's trying to smile, trying to remember how.

dried blood like rust staining the fresh bandages you’ve wrapped around him. your hands know the routine now. the careful unraveling of cloth, the soft hiss of his breath when the cool air touches the wound, the gentle pat of the herbs pressed to his skin. you move like you’re in a trance, like this is a dream, and maybe it is. maybe none of this is real.

you press another kiss to his lips this time, barely more than a whisper of touch, but it feels like a promise. i’m here. i’m staying.

you trace the lines of his collarbone, the curve of his jaw, your touch light, as if you’re afraid he’ll shatter under your hands. you won’t leave me, you think, pressing your lips to the hollow of his throat, you can’t.

you kiss him again, soft, featherlight kisses that brush his skin like a promise, like a prayer. and with each one, you hope—this one will heal him. this one will be enough. but hope is like the wind, you think. it slips through your fingers no matter how tightly you hold on.

so you lie there, listening to the sound of his breathing, the faint rustle of the tent, the hum of the forest, and you wonder how many more kisses it will take before he’s whole again.

his presence is a tether, thin as it may be, binding you here. holding you together, even though the world outside feels as though it has unraveled completely. you sit beside him, legs curled under you, skin tingling with exhaustion. your bones feel like they might fold in on themselves, but none of that matters. wake up.

a sound escapes him. his lips move—just the faintest twitch, but it is something. he is here.

“neteyam,” you whisper. saying his name and it aches to let it out.

his lips part, a dry rasp of breath slipping through, and you reach for the gourd beside you, lifting it to his mouth. the water pools in the curve of his lips, slow and steady.

“drink,” you murmur, your voice catching on the word.

he drinks, the water moving down his throat in quiet gulps, each one easing the tightness there, smoothing the lines of strain from his face. you watch the way his throat moves, the tension softening just a little. when he is done, you lower the gourd, your thumb brushing against his lips, catching the drops that linger there.

your breath catches in your throat as neteyam’s eyes flutter open, the softest sliver of gold peeking through the lashes you have been watching so closely, day after day. your heart leaps before you can even stop it, a wild, untamed thing in your chest, and you do not know whether to laugh, cry, or scream. your hands hover above him, trembling with the need to touch him, to pull him into you, but you stop yourself, knowing how fragile he still is. every fiber of your being is vibrating with joy, your body a live wire of emotions, but you hold yourself back, afraid of overwhelming him, of hurting him.

“nete!” you breathe, the word coming out as half-laughter, half-sob, and you are trembling with the effort it takes not to throw yourself into his arms. your fingers brush his cheek, feather-light, as if he might disappear if you press too hard. the ache in your chest is too much, too bright, and all you can do is smile down at him, wide and breathless, blinking back the tears that blur your vision. he is here, really here, and you do not know how to contain it, how to quiet the storm of happiness that surges through you. you lean down, your forehead just barely touching his, and whisper, “you are awake!” your voice shaking with the weight of all the things you cannot say, all the joy you cannot express without breaking apart.

“you should be resting,” he says, and the sound of it makes your breath catch again. you have heard this voice so many times, but now it feels new, fragile.

you let out a soft laugh, half surprise, half relief, your fingers drifting through his hair, catching the strands that have come loose from his braids. “so should you,” you whisper, feeling the way his body hums beneath your touch, the way his presence pulls you in like the tide, slow and unrelenting.

he makes a small sound, something between a sigh and a hum, and it vibrates through your bones, quiet and deep. his hand tightens on yours, just a little, but enough. enough to remind you that he is here, that you are tethered to him still.

“i missed you,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them, too heavy with meaning. it is not just the missing of these last few days, these long, aching hours. it is the missing of something bigger, something that stretches across time. something that you cannot name.

he hums again, and you feel it in the space between your ribs, that soft agreement. you missed him too, even though you were never really gone. his breathing slows, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there is peace on his face.

“you are going to get better,” you whisper, as if saying it out loud might make it true. as if the words might stitch him back together, might pull him from the edge of whatever dark place he has been hovering near. you press your lips to his brow, kissing the smooth skin there, untouched by the pain that has tried to claim him.

another kiss, this one softer, to the tip of his nose, then his jaw, your lips trailing down to the place where his pulse beats steadily beneath the surface of his skin. he is still here.

you press your mouth to that spot, feeling the rhythm of his life under your lips, and you think, “you know,” you murmur against his skin, “if kissing you could heal you faster, you would be running by now.”

his chest moves with a low sound, something between a chuckle and a breath, and it fills the space between you like music. it makes you smile, makes your heart stutter and swell, and you nuzzle into him, your face pressed against the warmth of his neck, your hand splayed over his chest, trying to anchor yourself in this moment.

“you are doing a good job, then,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but it is full of something light, something playful.

your heart leaps at the sound, and you lift your head to look at him, to see the faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. his eyes are still closed, but there is life in him now, a flicker of the boy you know—the boy who makes you laugh, the one who makes you feel like the world is not such a terrible place after all.

“then i will keep doing it,” you say, pressing another kiss to his cheek, your smile wide and soft, full of too much feeling.

“do not stop,” he murmurs, and it is almost playful, almost light, and you can feel your heart swelling again, pushing against your chest like it might burst.

you press your forehead to his, your body melting into his warmth, and the world outside feels so far away now, like it cannot reach you here.

“i will not,” you promise, the words slipping from your lips like a vow, like something sacred.

the silence returns, but it is full now, heavy with the weight of everything you have not said, everything you do not need to say. his breathing steadies, slow and rhythmic, and your body sinks into his, your exhaustion finally easing, replaced by something softer. something that feels like peace.

and in this quiet, in this small, fragile moment, you feel it—the hope that has been hiding in the corners of your heart. you feel it blooming, slow and tentative, but there, growing in the space between you.

because he is still here. and you are still here. and that, somehow, is enough.

the sun was unforgiving, but you dug your fingers into the sand anyway, letting it gather beneath your nails, small grains cool against the heat that pressed down on your skin. the ocean sang before you, waves rolling softly toward the shore, brushing against your toes before retreating, almost shy in their touch. you tilted your face up toward the sky, letting the light cascade over you, trying to soak in its warmth, trying to let it chase away the heavy ache in your chest.

you didn’t know how long you’d been sitting there, but it didn’t matter. you came here often now, to this spot just beyond the village, where you could hear the water breathing, feel the sand shift beneath you, and pretend, for a moment, that everything was right. you dug your fingers in deeper, the sensation grounding you, pulling you back from the thoughts that threatened to drag you under.

neteyam was healing. slowly, carefully, but the wounds were still fresh, the memory of his blood staining your hands still too sharp. there were nights you woke with that same metallic scent in your nose, the image of him falling, so still and quiet, burned behind your eyelids. even now, as the sun beat down on you, your mind circled back to it—over and over.

you curled your fingers into fists, the sand slipping through them, leaving nothing but the feel of it sticking to your palms. you hated this. this waiting, this stillness. but you hated it more for him. neteyam wasn’t made to lie still. he was built for movement, for the hunt, for the wild freedom of the forest and sky. now, he was trapped. and in a way, so were you.

your eyes flickered toward the horizon, where the sea stretched out in endless blue. there was a celebration tonight—the metkayina’s way of welcoming a new season. you remembered the last one, how the village had come alive, vibrant and wild. you’d danced with neteyam then, under the stars, laughing as the ocean crashed around your feet. everything had felt light, easy. before.

now, the thought of going felt… wrong. how could you join in their joy when so much of yours was tethered to him, back in that marui, lying still and quiet? how could you celebrate without him by your side?

you pushed yourself up slowly, your body resisting the movement, as if it too was reluctant to leave this spot. you wiped the sand from your hands, shaking your head at your own thoughts. no neteyam, no joy. it was simple, really. without him, nothing felt complete.

the marui was bathed in soft light when you returned, the warm glow of the afternoon filtering in through the slats. it was quieter now, the village settling into the rhythm of evening. inside, neteyam lay where you left him, though his eyes fluttered open as you stepped closer. kiri and tuk were still there, but kiri shot you a small, tired smile, relief evident in the way her shoulders sagged.

“thank you,” she murmured, barely audible, as she stood, tugging tuk up gently. tuk looked up at you, her eyes bright as she offered a tiny smile, her fingers brushing your leg as she passed by. “he’s all yours.”

you nodded, giving her a grateful look before she slipped out of the marui, tuk trailing behind her, the sound of their soft footsteps disappearing into the distance. and then there was only the quiet. the kind of quiet that settled easily between you and neteyam, comfortable, familiar, as if it had always been this way.

you knelt beside him, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, studying the way the light played over his skin. his breathing was slow, steady, and for a moment, all you could do was watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers twitched slightly as if he was reaching for something just out of grasp.

“they are gone?” his voice broke the silence, soft and low, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“they are gone,” you confirmed, your hand instinctively reaching for his cheek, fingers brushing over the warmth of his skin. it was a simple touch, one you found yourself craving more and more, needing the reassurance of his presence, of his life beneath your fingertips.

he leaned into your touch, his smile widening just a fraction, though it didn’t quite chase away the exhaustion that lingered in his eyes. “good.”

for a moment, you just sat there, letting the quiet stretch between you, not needing to fill it with words. you had said everything already, in the days following his injury, in the long hours spent by his side, watching over him while he healed. the words weren’t important. this was. being here. being with him.

the soft hum of the village outside broke the stillness, the faint sounds of preparation for the celebration beginning to drift into the marui. laughter echoed from somewhere far off, the rhythm of drums picking up in the distance, the promise of festivity hanging in the air. but you didn’t care for it, not tonight. not when neteyam was still here, still recovering. the idea of leaving him behind, of being anywhere without him, felt impossible.

“the festival,” he murmured suddenly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. his eyes opened fully now, locking onto yours with a quiet intensity. “you should go.”

your brow furrowed in confusion, tilting your head slightly as you searched his face. “why?”

“because you should,” he replied, as though the answer was obvious, his gaze flickering with something you couldn’t quite name. “you have not been out… you have not done anything in forever.”

“i do not need to,” you said simply, shrugging as though the thought had never occurred to you. because it hadn’t.

he shifted slightly, discomfort flashing briefly across his face, though he hid it well. “you should nkt miss out because of me. it is not fair.”

you blinked, the frustration flaring just beneath the surface. how could he think that? how could he even suggest that any of this was his fault, or that you were missing out on anything at all? he was here. and that was enough.

“neteyam,” you began softly, your fingers brushing over the curve of his cheekbone, trying to soothe the tension you saw building there. “i have fun wherever you are. it does not matter what is happening outside.”

his frown deepened, like he didn’t quite believe you, like he was still carrying the weight of guilt for everything that had happened—for being hurt, for making you stay. but you didn’t press him further. you knew he needed time to understand. you weren’t missing anything. the world could celebrate all it wanted outside; you’d remain here, tethered to him, with him.

the rest of the day unfolded in small moments. the kind that didn’t need words to fill them. you stayed by his side, sometimes talking, other times letting the soft sounds of the village drift in from outside, the lull of the ocean a constant, gentle presence. he watched you in those quiet moments, his eyes following you as you moved around the marui, his gaze lingering as though he needed the reassurance that you were still there, still with him.

the sun was low in the sky now, casting everything in hues of gold and pink. the sounds of the festival had grown louder, laughter mingling with the rhythmic beat of drums, the clinking of shells as decorations were strung along the walkways. the energy outside was palpable, the village alive with celebration, but inside your marui, the quiet remained.

neteyam shifted again, his body protesting the movement, though he masked the discomfort as best he could. his eyes flickered toward the entrance of the marui, the faintest trace of music filtering through the air.

he turned back to you, his gaze more focused this time, more determined. “go get something to eat.”

you blinked, your brows knitting together as you stared at him. “what?”

“food,” he repeated, his tone light but insistent. “from the festival. go grab some.”

narrowing your eyes, you studied his face. he hadn’t let you out of his sight for more than a few minutes in the past days, and now he was practically urging you to leave. “what are you planning?”

“nothing,” he replied. “i am hungry. go. please?”

your lips pressed into a thin line, clearly unconvinced, but you rose to your feet anyway, giving him one last look before slipping out of the marui. the air outside was cooler now, the night settling in around you, and you could feel the pulse of the village as you made your way toward the center, where the celebration was in full swing. your mind already drifted back to neteyam, wondering what he was up to, why he was so adamant about sending you away. it wasn’t like him. not now, not when he needed you.

the food spread along the long, low tables is almost too much to look at, piles of bright fruits and roasted fish, grains and herbs twisted into fragrant shapes, everything vibrant and rich, as though the night itself has bloomed into this feast. your fingers brush over the cool surface of a carved bowl, feeling the delicate grooves, the weight of the work that went into every small detail. you carefully fill your basket, trying not to disturb too much of the display, slipping a few extra pieces of fruit between the flatbread and smoked meats, thinking of tuk’s bright eyes when she sees what you have brought back. the thought brings a smile to your lips, but it is fleeting, tempered by the pull of responsibility that sits low in your stomach. neteyam is still weak, and you know he will not eat unless you bring him something.

“you are not staying?” tsireya’s voice is soft but lilting, a note of surprise carried by the night air as she steps toward you, her hair catching in the lantern light, strands of it glowing like spun copper. her eyes are wide and kind, her arms laden with shells strung together on thin threads, swaying with the easy grace of the ocean. she leans in, “you are always leaving so quickly. you should enjoy yourself tonight.”

you smile at her, tucking the basket closer to your side. “i wish i could,” you say, and it is the truth, though it feels like a half-formed thing on your tongue, like something left out in the sun too long. even as you speak, you feel the quiet distance between you and the festival, like you are watching it all from the other side of a glass wall. tsireya’s face softens, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes, but before she can say anything else, tuk comes bounding up, her small hands tugging at the hem of your skirt, her face lit up with excitement.

“you have to stay for the dancing!” tuk’s voice is bright, her breath coming quick from her running. she looks up at you with such earnestness that it tugs at something in your chest, the way only a child can, her wide eyes reflecting the shimmering lights around you like she is holding the stars themselves. tsireya gives you a look, one that is all gentle encouragement, a soft nudge in the direction of the night’s festivities, and for a moment, just a moment, you consider it. staying. letting the music and laughter carry you for just a little while, letting the world slip away for a few hours. but then the weight of the basket shifts in your hands again, grounding you back to reality, and you know you cannot. not tonight.

“another time,” you say, your voice softer now, tinged with a quiet apology you hope they will understand. you brush a hand over tuk's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. “i promise.”

you returned as quickly as you could, stepping back into the marui with the scent of roasted fish and fruit clinging to the air. but the moment you walked inside, the food forgotten in your hands, you froze.

neteyam was standing.

his body was trembling slightly, one hand gripping the wall for support, but he was standing, his eyes bright with determination, his grin wide and boyish as he watched your stunned reaction.

“neteyam,” you whispered, barely able to speak, the shock freezing you in place. “what are you doing?”

“we are dancing,” he said simply, his voice soft but firm, as though this was the most natural thing in the world. as though this wasn’t a miracle.

you shook your head, taking a hesitant step forward, torn between wanting to scold him for pushing himself too far and being so overwhelmed with love for him you thought you might burst. “you should not be standing. you—”

but before you could finish, he reached for you, his hand catching yours gently, pulling you closer. “come on. just for a while.”

the music from the festival floated through the air, the soft, distant beat of the drums like a heartbeat, slow and steady. you let him guide you, your hands finding their way to his waist, careful not to press too hard, not to disturb the bandages still wrapped around his middle.

he moved slowly, his steps tentative but deliberate, and you moved with him, letting the rhythm carry you both, swaying gently in the small space of the marui. his breath was warm against your skin, his forehead resting against yours as you danced together, the world outside falling away.

“this is all i need,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “just you.”

you pressed your face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the warmth of his skin against yours. your heart swelled in your chest, the love you felt for him spilling over, too big to contain.

“you are all i need too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, your arms tightening around him.

and as the faint music played on, you stayed there, swaying together in the dim light of the marui, the world outside forgotten, everything you needed right here, in this moment, in each other.

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 25/03✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@miauintao ha chiesto: Is there a reason Macaque and Wukong seems to keep neglecting to teach Mk about "demon etiquette"? (using Redson phrasing) Especially since he's a prince now and everything, are we going to see them teaching him about all of this stuff he should know now about demons? Sorry if my English is bad

They did tell him the basics with the whole "talk" when he discovered his crush. Red Son was talking about etiquette as a celestial royal, which is something PIF taught him since he was a child.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Do you think pigsy leaves mk the restaurant? If he does I imagine he would still want to keep it open. Probably hiring new people. I say because if he chooses to still do deliveries occasionally if a customer asks for the owner he finally gets to say I am the owner.

Uhhhh who knows? Shadowpeach are the only one who learned the recipe. I would guess maybe Chang'e would maybe keep Pigsy's recipe as secret

@filiothings ha chiesto: What’s Bai He doing with Macaque and the stars thing?

just practicing with small metal pieces to create simple shapes.

@plushroseart ha chiesto: Hey I love your Au and art I was wondering if i could write about your au with my own twist to it would that be okay as long as I give credit? Just asking :)

With credit and tagging yes

@autism-autobot ha chiesto: If Red Son didn't know MK was trans, he's gonna find out soon, isn't he?👀

I bet he told him already haha.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: I think I'm is so funny that Macaque and wukong are opposites socially from what you would expect you would expect the sun guy to be the extrovert and the moon guy to be the introvert. But no Wukong just wants to hang out with the people he already knows and no one else. While macaque is out here acting, running a dojo, ext.

hehe trueee

@bonbonfoxyton ha chiesto: Do you think that DBK knows what happened between Wukong and macaque's courtnaping to tell red son that Mk probably has the same weakness as Wukong to use against Mk to courtnap him? I feel like DBK would be that petty to win against Wukong for who courtnaps who between their sons

No, only Macaque know Wukong secret weakness

@deadhope34 ha chiesto: Can Mei, Tang, Pigsy and Sandy not just eat a immortality peach? Li Xing said he and the heaven would give help to MK with his now title prince of heaven. And keeping him happy with keeping his family together would be in heavens best interest one eould asume.

of course they can, but that doesn't mean they want to.

@steadylandface ha chiesto: What if Guanyin raised Mk?

My friend told me she would try to disguise him as a pet to the other celestial lol. He would be a little menage who would bite every ankle in heaven and Guanyin just smiles and goes "aww look at him!!"

@angelikis1 ha chiesto: HI! 👋 i just wanted to ask if you have any tip for beginner comic makers (don't know if i said that right 😅) @ellster7 ha chiesto: Hi, I'm a big fan of the shadowpeach Bio parent AU and was wondering if you had any tips or advice on how to start a project like it,as I'm struggling to start one.

have time

have a schedule

know the ending

just do a little bit more than the bare minimun to not burn out/ find ways to make the process faster

@magician-kitty ha chiesto: Hi! Once again, I love your art. And Ive been meaning to say this… I was a bit surprised when I saw that you included Chang’e during Mk’s trial. I always thought she couldn’t leave the moon.

Just for the sake of giving my wife more screen time let's make it they allowed her to be present

@shentheauthor ha chiesto: I think it’s interesting that macaque’s fancy hanfu is folded right over left. That’s only ever done on corpses. Is my guy being emo? Because that’s hilarious

because my dude died and came back to life

@aguadechia14 ha chiesto: Ok before all this I just have one question, what was mk’s reaction to the shadowpeach relationship? Jsjsjsjs

I think the way he discovered was, finally, THIS scenario

@autism-autobot ha chiesto: Who's the announcer in the last chapter?

Technically should be one of the celestials. In my mind he's Chi Fu from Mulan

@healingwordswriter ha chiesto: Hiiii so first congratulations on almost finishing your comic. I feel I can say for many people that this comic has meant a lot to many of us in the fandom and it has been really a journey that I’m happy we did alongside you 💜 Now onto my questions, now that Xiaotian is the Prince of Heaven, that means someday he will become the Emperor? And if he did become the emperor how he would rule over heaven? His loved ones like his parents (the 4 of them) and Red Son now have a title for being a direct link to the prince? Thanks for everything, for your story your creativity everything. I can’t wait to see what else you will bring us in the future ✨

I'm 98% sure that he could even be able to hold the Emperor's power, but he ain't the guy to become an emperor. Being a prince is already a little too much for him.

@alastair-1205 ha chiesto: Posting the final chapter on the Ides of March is perfect because seeing this series end will be as devastating as getting stabbed to death by my supposed political allies :"D /pos

Prepare the knifes everyone the coronation was a group-stabbing event to kill Li Jing

@awwwskib ha chiesto: I am so happy yet so sad this fic is coming to an end :( do you have any plans on what your gonna do next? Are you gonna make another fic, more LMK stuff, or something else? ALSO I LOVE THE GAY MONKEY SUPREMACY @rmzbai ha chiesto: Hey, kyri45, this might be a stupid question, but when u finish the ShadowPeach Bio Parents AU. Will you fully discontinue it, or now and then will u post like just random bits like what they would do now in normal life now and then? (Just asking bc I want to know😅) @sh00tingstarnightss ha chiesto: I have a question (you don't have to answer it if you don't want to, ofc.) When you finish ShadowPeach parents au, do you plan to make other comics? Or even upload other things, whether fanarts or something like that? Whether it's lmk or other fandoms you're in. Btww, I love your work so much!1!1! <3 ♡♡♡

I have like- 4 years worth of fanart to post here on Tumblr. I will most likely finish the ISAT comic. As for LMK we will see. I will also see wheter S6 is confirmed or not and when it comes out.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Does redson prefer being called mks boyfriend or more gender neutral terms like partner

partner or boyfriend or girlfriend depending on the day

@presumably-human-stillchecking ha chiesto: Hi there kyri! First off wanna say absolutely adore your art as well as your stories, they are truely a work of art and I greatly admire your skill in story telling. But I also had a quick question did you happen to have a concept design of the over robe or coat mk is wearing to his corelation? Or maybe just a rough outline of the back? Oke if not I was just wondering. Can't wait for the finally!! Keep up the amazing work!

hellou. Nope it's just the same as the front, a gradient from orange to red to dark purple.

@roseltelle ha chiesto:

Does mk stick his tongue out, say gross, or whatever when Wukong and Macaque kiss. As an inside joke of course he loves them.

he covers his face and avoid to see the ungodly amount of tooth-rotting fluff his parents need to show off 24/7

@zoesilva-art ha chiesto: Hi i just wanted to tell you that i love your art so much ! i've been following your work for a while, and you're actually the one who made me curious about LMK so now thanks to you i've develloped an hyperfixation over it haha ! I know the shadowpeach bio parent AU is almost over so i just wanted to thank you, i love the story, the artstyle, the designs...everything ! :)

@proud-memer ha chiesto: Ahhh! I can't believe the shadowpeach bio parents au is ending. I've loved seeing all the updates and it's been such a blast to see the story develop. Thank you so much for granting us this! Side note: That end credits video reminded me of just how much I love your designs for Wukong and Macaque when they are trying to pass as humans.

@alizardonfire ha chiesto: I personally want to thank you for giving us this amazing story and that you inspired others to do the same....if i may share my story about finding LMK. Was through my friends. I watched it here and there and I'm glad that I found your little AU. Thank you for making my life a brighter light in the future. See you at the end of the road mate. I cant wait to see what you do next! @astro-nomaly ha chiesto: Kyri I desperately need you to understand what an absolute gift your bio parents au is. It’s just. So so so good everything I’ve ever wanted from anything lmk 🫶 @rin-rin-comics ha chiesto: Thank you so much for the amazing AU! It would always update during lunch at school for me and I was always excited when I realized it was an update day Your comic really helped get me through some rough patches this and last year, so thank you so much for everything @0casey96 ha chiesto: You just killed me with that masterpiece of an ending it was amazing and the last part with the dubbing I was already crying but then you slapped me across the fase with that my heart can't take this I love your comic so much and the art is absolutely amazing I shall never recover frome this heart brake 🥲😭❤ as well as how the comic starts with them under the tree talking and ended with its to much. @scrumptiouscrownmoon ha chiesto: I just finished your shadowpeach bio parents au. I’ve tried to read MANY comics before but I’ve never been able to stick with them. Idk if it’s because I lost interest in them, forgot abt them, or just life, but this was the first comic series I’ve ever actually finished. And I LOVED it!!!!! Thank you for making the first comic I actually read to the very end, it did not disappoint: I waited excitedly for each new part every week, checking your tumblr at least 5 times a week lol. Definitely one of the best fan inspired things I’ve ever seen, 10000000/10 @ninjahaku21art ha chiesto: I just want to come by and say thank you for making this incredible AU! I almost cried tears of joy for the ending, just so wholesome and awesome! 🥹✨ I cannot wait to see what you create moving forward! @o-rainknight-o ha chiesto: I just need to say thank you for making such an amazing story! I know that you had no idea it would blow up as much as it did, and the number of people who came here for it must have been kind of overwhelming, but you stuck with it to the end and it's been one of the best times in recent years for me. I love your art style and how you color. It's always so beautiful. This might be the end of the comic but I don't plan on going anywhere. I don't know what you have planned for the future, if anything, but I plan on being around for it, on my LMK account or otherwise. Thank you Kyri for making such an amazing story about all these dorks ~

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[reiderwriter]

hey, i really love your writing esp fluff hehe..

I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where gf!reader has anxiety and decides to spend night at spence's but constantly keeps apologizing cause she is like afraid to be inconvenience but he keeps hugging and comforting her just some really fluffy story

Love yaaaa🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💕💕

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A/N: FINALLY getting back to some classic requests! Thanks for this cute one 🥰 I love fluff where Spencer is so caring and considerate, so I hope you like this one, too!

Summary: After a traumatic experience, you avoid confronting new fears with your new coworkers until a late invitation lets you find comfort in Spencer's arms.

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, guns, other cases details etc.

If any other member of your team had so bluntly asked you the question ‘are you okay?’ you'd have lied to their face, convincingly, and not felt bad about it for even a second. 

It had been, after all, long enough since your kidnapping to have become comfortable with new surroundings again. You went on cases fine. You dealt with similar unsubs perfectly, and you were absolutely a professional. 

But with Spencer Reid in front of you asking you that same question, you felt like you were one slight breeze away from crumbling entirely. 

The night had grown old as you sat with Spencer looking over some case files. You weren't shipping out for this one, thankfully, but you still wanted to be sure you knew every detail of the case so you could help find your guy and get him off the streets. 

But having worked from 6 pm to 2am, your eyes were growing bleary, and you had to finally look up to the clock to see how long you'd been zoned out for. 

“Shit,” you murmured, wiping the sleep from your eyes. 

“I have to go, Spence,” you scrambled for your keys, pulling your bag onto your shoulder as your heart started beating. 

It was okay. You'd be okay. It was dark outside, but you'd driven in the dark before now. The roads were clear anyway, and you weren't on a job. You could drive home, get some sleep, and forget anything happened. 

“Y/N, it's late, you’re tired,” Spencer said gently from opposite you, grabbing your bag from your hands and gently placing it down again. “It's okay, you can just… stay over tonight.” 

In the few weeks since you'd been kidnapped, you'd told everyone you knew that you were okay and doing fine and that it would take a lot more than that to get you down. And then you'd go home to an empty apartment, triple check every lock, barricade yourself into your room, and sleep with a gun on your bedside table and a knife under your pillow. 

You didn't drive in the dark. You didn't eat or drink anything you hadn't personally prepared, and you didn't dive head first into cases anymore. A few people had remarked about how you'd matured as an agent. They didn't understand that bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about being alone in a room with men. 

Being alone with Spencer was different. He was your Spencer. You'd seen him kill unsubs, but you'd more often see him peacefully trap and release spiders instead of killing them. You'd seen him fumble talking to women by pulling out magic tricks, just as often as you'd seen him be approached by every single working girl you'd interviewed on a case. 

You'd slept over before. This wasn't any different. 

“Yeah… yeah  you're right. It's probably not a good idea to drive this late.” 

He smiled at you as you abandoned your path to the door, and went to grab you some clothes to change into. You paused, and tried to breathe deeply as you assessed the situation. 

You'd been to Spencer's apartment before. If you slept in the living room, your best route out would be the front door. The kitchen didn't have any good exits. The bathroom window didn't open wide enough. The fire escape was connected to both the living room and the window in Spencer's bedroom. If anyone came through the front door, it would be safer to sleep in the bed and jump out the window before they had a chance to pursue you. 

But if they came up the fire escape, they could choose between which window to come through. Without a second thought, you crossed to Spencer's window and checked the locks. They worked, but they were old. They could easily be forced open. 

You checked, and you still had your gun on you, thinking about where the best place to store it would be. Next to the bed, under the sofa, somewhere it'd be easy to grab and shoot. 

You worked yourself up walking yourself through your plan that when Spencer came up behind you again, without thinking, you turned the gun on him.  

“Whoa, Y/N!” 

“I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I don't - I was just thinking about what I would do in a h-home invasion, and it seemed safer to have the gun close, but-” 

Slowly taking the gun from your hand, Spencer pulled you towards him and into his arms. 

“Are you okay?” he asked again, and though it was the 100th time you'd heard the question in the last few weeks, you finally, finally broke down and told him the truth. 

“N-No.” 

Stroking your hair, Spencer held you as you began to quietly sob, not pulling away as you clung to him for dear life, letting the fear slowly drain from your body. 

“It's okay. It's going to be okay, I'm here,” he whispered. After a few minutes, you gathered yourself and pulled away, wiping your eyes as you looked up at him again. 

“I'm sorry, I must just be really tired. I'll just crash on the couch-” 

“No, Y/N, you can't do that.”

“It's fine, I'm fine now. I've crashed on your couch before, and-” 

“And the couch is next to the door. You're going to sit there all night with your gun in your hand, waiting for the door handle to turn. You won't rest.” 

You opened your mouth to retort, but he grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom again. 

“I know what it's like, not being able to sleep at night. Feeling anxious and alone and scared all the time.” 

He handed you a pile of clothes and let you sit on the bed as he began to untie your shoelaces. 

“Sleep in the bed. The window has a secure lock, and it's covered by the alarm system. The bedroom door locks as well." Finishing, he looked up at you from the floor, smiling weakly before standing up and pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Your heart, which had been resting comfortably with the new details of your security, flared up into a fast-paced drum beat again as he left for the bathroom. You weren't sure if you were scared still, or if somehow a small kiss and care he'd shown you were enough to have you flushed like a middle-schooler. 

You quickly slipped on the pajamas, which you recognised as old FBI training clothes, and hopped into the bed before your brain could decide to investigate any further. 

Spencer returned quickly and climbed into bed right beside you, turning off the lights beforehand. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking at him as you laid on your side. 

“What for?” 

“For not making this awkward.” 

“Awkward? Is it weird for us to share the bed? Should I have taken the couch? I should have taken the couch, let me go-” 

You leant over the small space between you and wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you for not letting me spiral. Thank you for letting me be not okay.” 

He relaxed into your touch as you spoke and pulled you into him for a hug quickly. His hands rested awkwardly still on your shoulders and waist, as if he were scared to touch you more, to seem inappropriate somehow. 

“Spencer?” 

“Hmm?”

“I think I'd feel safer if you just held me a bit tighter.”

With your head on his chest, you heard the short rumble of laughter that popped out of him as he relaxed into your hug, closing your eyes and falling asleep to the sound of his heart beating. 

[lisasmuts]

EPILOGUE | pt 2

Lalisa Manoban

Epilogue to The Debt Series.

5k words.

The debt series.

( The final and final end of the debt series. The epilogue ends here too. )

As the morning lights peeks through, lisa gazed down at y/n with tender affection as he stirred awake, his sleepy eyes meeting hers. A soft smile played on her lips as he gently released her nipple, the loss of his warm touch eliciting a slight shiver from her.

“Good morning, my love.”

She murmured, her fingers tracing the contours of his face.

“Did you sleep well, nestled against me like that?”

Leaning down, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his forehead, her heart swelling with the depth of her love for this man. In this quiet, intimate moment, she felt a profound sense of belonging, of being cherished and adored beyond measure.

Shifting slightly, she guided his head back to its previous resting place, cradling him against her chest once more. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the warmth of her embrace were a soothing lullaby, lulling them both back towards the embrace of slumber.

Lisa giggled as she gazed down at y/n’s sleepy face.

“Oh my love, I’ll pull out your cock out now, okay? I need to go pee – I’ve been holding it all night because you were just so cute, having my nipple in your mouth like a newborn baby. Haha”

She laughed softly, her fingers gently guiding out y/n’s softening length from her warmth. As she withdrew, a gush of his spent pee spilled from her pussy, eliciting an exclamation from lisa.

“Whaaaat? You silly boy, you peed inside my pussy?”

She laughed, her tone playful and adoring.

y/n chuckled sheepishly, nuzzling against lisa’s chest.

“I couldn’t help it, my little slut. I was in such a deep, peaceful sleep with your nipple in my mouth and your warm pussy cradling my cock. I felt so relaxed and safe nestled in your embrace.”

Lisa smiled tenderly, running her fingers through his hair.

“I know, my darling. You were like a little babe, so content and at ease. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, her heart swelling with adoration.

Gently disengaging herself, lisa rose from the bed, her thighs glistening with the evidence of y/n’s essence. She paused, glancing back at him with a mischievous grin.

“Now, I really do need to go take care of that little mess you’ve created. Don’t go anywhere, my love. I’ll be back soon.”

With a wink, she sauntered off the bathroom, eager to clean herself up and return to y/n’s waiting arms, their bond stronger than ever.

After their refreshing shower, lisa emerged from the bathroom, droplets of water still clinging to her glistening skin. She held up a few outfits, turning to y/n with a playful pout.

“So, my love, what should I wear today?”

She asked coyly, already anticipating his response.

y/n chuckled, his gaze roaming hungrily over her bare form.

“You should wear nothing at all, my little slut,”

He purred, his voice dripping with desire.

“You’re mine, and you deserve to stay naked for me always.”

Lisa feigned a scolding expression, though the mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

“Oh, you!”

She exclaimed, before relenting with a soft giggle.

“Alright then, if that’s what my daddy wants…”

Tossing the clothes aside, lisa sauntered towards y/n, her hips swaying seductively. She knew exactly how to play him, to keep him captivated and craving her touch. After all, she was his, body and soul, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As she sauntered over to y/n she jumped onto his hands and kissed him hungrily, then she worked her hands guiding his soft cock into her asshole, y/n instantly realized something was wrong,

“Baby? Did someone else used you??”

Lisa’s eyes widened in feigned innocence as she gazed up at y/n.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry! A few days ago, I went shopping but forget my purse. To buy the things I needed, I… I offered my ass to the shopkeeper, not that I couldn’t pay it online but still I wanted some sex hehe that’s why.”

She bit her lip, her expression a mix of shame and contrition.

“But I promise, he didn’t cum inside me! I would never let anyone but you have me like that.”

y/n’s grip tightened possessively around her waist as he searched her face, his brow furrowed with concern.

“My darling, how could you do that? Your body belongs to me, and me alone.”

His voice was laced with a hint of possessiveness, yet tinged with the unyielding love he held for her.

Lisa nuzzled against his chest, her fingers soothing patterns on his skin.

“I know, my love, I know. It was a moment of weakness, but I swear it will never happen again. I’m yours, completely and utterly. Please, forgive me?”

y/n’s expression softened, and he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce intensity. When they finally parted, breathless, he gazed down at her with unwavering adoration.

“Of course I forgive you, my love. You are mine, and I will always cherish you.”

After giving forgiveness, he started guiding lisa up and down on his cock. Giving brutal thrusts inside her asshole.

The pain of y/n’s brutal, punishing thrusts inside her abused asshole was immediately eclipsed by a wave of pleasure for lisa. She knew that by confessing the shopkeeper incident, she would only incite y/n’s jealousy and possessiveness – and that was exactly what she craved.

As his hips slammed against her with bruising force, lisa cried out in a mix of agony and ecstasy. She wanted him to claim her, to mark her ass his own in the most primal way possible. The knowledge that she belonged to him, and him alone, sent tremors of delight through her body.

Tightening her muscles around his invading length, lisa met each of his thrusts with a desperate roll of her hips. She was his to use, his to punish, his to cherish – and in this moment, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As y/n took lisa on the bed, he began ruthlessly ramming her abused asshole in the prone bone position. Suddenly, lisa’s phone rang – the caller ID displayed ‘eli’.

With a coy smile, lisa brought the phone to her ear, her voice dripping with false innocence. Concealing the depraved scene unfolding behind her.

“Eli, darling! What a lovely surprise.”

Her words were punctuated by the muffled slap of y/n’s hips against her flesh, but she maintained her composure, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

“I’m doing just fine, sweetie. In fact, I’m having a wonderful time with y/n.”

She bit her lip, stifling a moan as y/s’s cock plunged deeper into her aching asshole.

“But I miss you too.”

Lisa’s free hand gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as y/n’s relentless assault continued. She knew eli was none the wiser, and the thrill of her deception only heightened her pleasure.

Lisa’s eyes widened when she realized her slip-up. Quickly, she tried to change the subject, lying that she hadn’t said y/n’s name, but something else entirely.

“Oh, eli, I didn’t say y/n’s name, I said something else. But anyway, how are you? I was just telling you the family problem I had is all over now, but I think I’ll still stay here a little longer, if that’s okay with you.”

She smiled sweetly, hoping eli wouldn’t press the issue further. Her heart raced as she tried to cover her tracks, all while y/n continued his relentless pounding of her abused hole behind the scenes.

Lisa’s eyes darted nervously as eli questioned the suspicious sounds. She quickly turned her head back to y/n, mouthing her words ‘stop, just for a while’ with a pleading expression.

Her heart raced, knowing she had to think quickly to divert eli’s attention.

Turning back to the phone, lisa forced a calm smile.

“Oh, that? Its nothing, darling. Just the TV playing in the background. I’ll turn it down.”

She shot y/n a pointed look, silently urging him to hold off until she could steer the conversation in a different direction.

Eli still sounded unconvinced, but lisa pressed on.

“Anyway, as I was saying, the family issue is all resolved now. I’m just taking some time for myself and my family, you know? I hope you understand.”

She paused, her mind racing to come up with a plausible excuse.

“Actually, I was thinking of going shopping later. Would you like me to pick you up something?”

Lisa held her breath, praying that eli would be satisfied with her explanation and drop the subject. She couldn’t afford to let him discover the truth of her current situation – not when y/n’s relentless desire for her was so close to the surface.

“Fine, but put me on video call so I can see what’s really going on.”

Eli demanded.

Lisa gently turned onto her back, pulling the bedsheet up to cover her bare breasts. With a practiced hand, she grabbed y/n’s cock and skillfully guided it into her waiting, slick pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. As she connected the video call with eli, her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

“Look, darling, there’s nothing going on. I’m just relaxing on the bed.”

She purred, her voice laced with false innocence as y/n began to thrust into her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Lisa maintained eye contact with the camera, her expression serene, even as her body betrayed the carnal delights she was experiencing. She was a master at this game, adept at concealing her true activities from eli while indulging in the forbidden pleasures’ y/n offered.

With each subtle roll of her hips, lisa drove y/n deeper inside her, the familiar ache of fullness sending tingles of ecstasy through her core.

Lisa feigned innocence as she gazed up at the camera, her fingers trailing teasingly along y/n’s back.

“Who’s y/n, darling? I’m not sure I know who you’re talking about.”

Her words were punctuated by y/n’s aggressive thrusts, his cock plunging deeper into her slick heat. He leaned in a little close, his face straight behind the mobile.

‘You don’t know me, baby? Hmm, don’t you remember?’

He mouthed, his eyes smoldering with desire.

As eli explained that y/n was his bestfriend, lisa’s expression shifted to one of feigned realization.

“Oh, I see now! Yes, of course, y/n – your bestfriend. How could I have forgotton?”

She giggled coyly, her hips rolling in sync with y/n’s relentless pace.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she added,

“The one from whom you had taken a debt, right eli?”

Eli agreed, chuckling slightly.

“Yes, that friend. I still don’t understand how he suddenly cleared my debt,”

He said with a puzzled laugh.

Suddenly, y/n pushed lisa’s phone, causing it to fall. He then placed his hand over the microphone, his voice a low, menacing growl.

“Because I now own your girlfriend in return for your debt, you stupid eli.”

He said, laughing triumphantly.

Lisa laughed and giggled, picking up her phone.

“Oh, the phone just slipped out of my hands, darling. No need to worry!”

She said, her tone light and carefree, as she continued to ride y/n’s cock beneath the covers.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah, eli, in return of your debt, y/n owns me now. Haha, I’m so glad he owns me.”

Eli turned his head back to the camera, a puzzled look on his face.

“Did you say something, lisa?”

Lisa quickly schooled her features, flashing him an innocent smile.

“No, no, darling. I didn’t say anything.”

She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of deceiving her unsuspecting boyfriend only fueled her growing arousal. y/n’s possessive claim over her sent a shiver of excitement through her body, and she couldn’t wait to see how this twisted situation would unfold.

Lisa let out an exaggerated yawn, her eyes drooping with feigned exhaustion.

“Oh, eli, darling, I’m just so tired from the flights and everything. I think I need to get some rest now, okay?”

She flashed him a weary smile, her fingers toying with the hem of the bedsheet.

Without waiting for his response, lisa ended the call, tossing the phone aside. Turning her attention to y/n, her expression morphed into one of unbridled desire.

“Now, where were we, my y/n??”

She purred, her hips rolling sensually against his.

y/n’s grip on her tightened, his eyes burning with possessive hunger.

“Right where you belong, my little slut, under my possession.”

He growled, pulling her into a searing kiss as he resumed his relentless thrusts, claiming her as his own once more.

y/n’s grip on lisa’s hips tightened with a possessive anger as he pounded into her pussy with relentless force. Lisa was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the feeling of y/n’s monstrous cock filling her completely. She was utterly enamored with him, her thoughts consumed by his dominating presence.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, and she reveled in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. The pain had long since given way to unbridled bliss, and lisa knew in that moment that she belonged to y/n, body and soul.

Her back arched, her nails raking down his muscular back as she cried out in rapturous delight. Nothing else matter but the two of them, locked in this carnal embrace, lost in a world of their own making. Lisa had never felt so alive, so completely and irrevocably his.

Throughout the night, y/n’s relentless lust knew no bounds as he claimed lisa’s body in every corner of the hotel room. From the bathroom to the balcony, and even the small desk, on the floor, he ravaged her with a primal hunger that left her breathless and trembling.

Lisa reveled in his possessive dominance, her mind clouded with the intoxicating sensation of being so thoroughly used. When y/n dragged her out into the hotel hallway, pinning her against the wall as he ruthlessly plundered her pussy, lisa felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Back inside the room, y/n continued his merciless assault, staking his claim over the body that he now owns as his sole property. Lisa’s cries of pleasure echoed through the suite, her every nerve ending alight with the euphoric pain of his punishing thrusts.

In this moment now, lisa belonged to y/n, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her world had narrowed to the sensation of his cock filling her, his hands bruising her flesh, hid dominance consuming her completely. She was so lost in a haze of carnal bliss, her love for him brighter with each passing moment.

As the morning light streamed in through the window, y/n continued his relentless pounding of lisa’s pussy. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door – the room service had arrived.

Without missing a thrust, y/n shouted,

 “Come in!”

As he maintained his brutal pace, his hips slamming against lisa’s with unforgiving force.

Lisa’s eyes widened momentarily, a flicker of panic crossing her features. But then, a mischievous smile spread across her lips. Throwing caution to the wind, she arched her back, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

As the room service guy entered, y/n and lisa had already shifted to a new position, giving the intruder a clear view of the depraved scene unfolding before him. Lisa stood with her front to the door, in a sensual bend position, her tongue darting out as y/n’s powerful frame towering behind her as he pounded her relentlessly.

The room service gur’s eyes widened in shock and delight at the sight of Lisa Manoban’s magnificent nude form, her body glistening with sweat as she was ravaged by y/n’s monstrous cock. A gleeful exclamation escaped his lips as he drank in the carnal spectacle.

Lisa met the man’s gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She knew she should feel ashamed, but the thrill of being watched only heightened her arousal. Throwing caution to the wind, she arched her back now, pushing her ample breasts out as she gets ravaged by y/n’s cock with unbridled passion.

The room service guy stood transfixed, his mouth agape, as he witnessed the depraved display unfolding before him. Lisa reveled in his stunned reaction, her own pleasure building with each punishing thrust from y/n’s hips.

Lisa’s voice wavered slightly as the room service guy entered, but she maintained a polite and sweet demeanor.

“Oh, hello there. Please, go ahead and do your job. Thank you so much for coming.”

She flashed him a coy smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The guy couldn’t help but marvel at lisa’s composure, even as she was being so thoroughly and roughly used by y/n.

“Wow, even when she’s getting ravaged like this, she still manages to talk so politely. What a slut she must be – I bet she’s a very experienced one,”

He thought to himself, his gaze drinking in the depraved scene.

As the room service guy cleaned the room, the air was thick with the scent of sex from lisa and y/n’s passionate night together. The guy spotted lisa’s discarded bra and panties near the bed,

He discreetly slid them into his pocket, taking the opportunity while the couple remained oblivious.

Continuing his work, the guy found more evidence of the lust-filled night, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the show that lisa and y/n had put on for him. He marveled at lisa’s composure, even as she was being so thoroughly used by y/n’s monstrous cock.

The guy couldn’t help but feel a sense of voyeuristic thrill, witnessing the depraved scene unfold before his eyes. The temptation was too great. As he finished his task, he couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets this room might hold.

Upon completing his work, he comes near the bed, his jaw dropped as he took in the sight of lisa’s face, flushed with lust, her eyes rolled back and her tongue darting out.

He was transfixed by the sheer debauchery of the scene unfolding before him.

y/n noticing the guy’s lustful hunger, asked bluntly.

“Hey, you. Do you want to kiss her?”

Lisa’s eyes snapped open at y/n’s words, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She locked eyes with the stunned staff member, silently daring him to make a move.

The room service guy’s eyes widened with lust as he eagerly accepted y/n’s offer. Approaching the bed, he gazed hungrily at lisa’s inviting expression, her mouth open slightly and her tongue darting out ever so teasingly.

Without hesitation, the guy pushed his face against lisa’s, their lips crashing together in heated, hungry kiss. Lisa moaned into his mouth, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure through the man’s body.

The guy relished the feeling of lisa’s soft lips and skilled tongue, losing himself in the depraved moment. y/n watched with a possessive gaze, his grip on lisa’s hips tightening as he continued to pound into her relentlessly.

The room filled with the sounds of their carnal activities, a symphony of moans, gasps, and the slick sounds of flesh against flesh. Lisa was in her element, reveling in the attention and indulging in her insatiable desires.

The heated kiss continued until lisa tapped the man’s face, gasping for breath as they parted. The guy looked at her with a grateful expression.

“Thank you. Can I… can I leave now?”

He asked hesitantly.

Lisa teased him, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Oh, but I was really hoping you’d stay. I’d love to give your cock a few sucks and taste your cum.”

She purred, her eyes sparkling with lust.

The man’s eyes lit up with hunger and excitement at the thought of Lisa Manoban wanting to pleasure him.

“I-I would really love that,”

He stammered,

“But can I come back tonight? Because in the night I’m the horniest, so in the night I’ll be able to use you more thoroughly. And I can’t really do it now or I’ll lose my job.”

Lisa considered his request, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Hmm, I suppose that will have to do. But don’t keep waiting too long, darling. I’ll be aching for a taste of you.”

She said, her tone laced with promise.

As the room service guy left, y/n playfully spanked lisa’s ass, scolding her.

“What were you thinking, begging for his cock and cum, huh? You stupid slut.”

Lisa giggled at his jealous scolding, feeling a thrill at riling him up. She turned her head over her shoulder, poking her tongue out teasingly.

“Aww, don’t be like that baby. You know I only want your big, hard cock inside me.”

Pulling her back against his chest, y/n growled possessively.

“Damn right, you do filthy whore. This pussy belongs to me, and me alone. Don’t forget that you, insatiable whore.”

Lisa moaned, grinding her hips against his.

“Then why don’t you remind me, hmm? Show me who I really belong to.”

With a feral grin, y/n flipped her over, pinning her to the bed as he resumed his relentless pounding, determined to leave no doubt in her mind about who owned her body and soul.

y/n’s grip on lisa tightened as he began to fuck her with brutal, angry force. His hips slammed against hers relentlessly, determined to remind her that she belonged to him and him alone.

Lisa cried out, her back arching as the pleasure-pain of his punishing thrusts sent shockwaves through her body. She knew better than to defy him – this was her punishment for her earlier teasing and flirtation.

Gripping the sheets, lisa surrendered herself completely to y/n’s possessive onslaught. Her mind was hazy with lust, every nerve ending alight with the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. This was her place, here beneath him, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As y/n’s relentless pace continued, lisa felt a familiar coil of ecstasy building within her. She was his, body and soul, and the knowledge of this drove her wild with unbridled desire. With each bruising thrust, she was reminded of her true purpose – to serve and please her master her y/n.

y/n’s hips pistoned relentlessly as he neared his climax. Leaning in close to lisa’s ear, her growled.

“I hope you’re not on birth control, you little slut. I’m going to fill your womb completely.”

Lisa’s eyes widened at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. The thought of being bred, oh having y/n’s seed flooding her most intimate depths, sent her spiraling into a frenzy of lust. She cried out, her inner walls clamping down as her orgasm crashed over her.

y/n roared in triumph, his hips slamming home as he emptied himself into lisa’s waiting womb. Wave after wave of hot, thick cum poured into her, coating her insides and sealing her fate as his personal breeding vessel.

Spent, y/n collapsed atop her, his breathing ragged. Lisa clung to him, a delirious smile on her face. She knew that from this moment on, she would be forever changed – bound to y/n by the most primal of bonds. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As y/n’s cock finally began to soften, lisa let out an elated exclamation.

“Oh, y/n! fuck this feels sooooo good, I’m so breeed with your seeeed my love. You came so much inside me.”

Her eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and mischief.

Trailing her fingers along his chest, lisa gazed up at him adoringly.

“I want nothing more than to carry your child, y/n. to have your seed growing inside me, to be completely and utterly yours. Please, make me a mother. I’m ready to be bred again and again.”

The thoughts of lisa’s womb swelling with his child sent a possessive thrill through y/n. He pulled her into a bruising kiss, his hands roaming her body possessively.

“That’s my good girl. You’re going to be the perfect breeding bitch for me, aren’t you? I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”

Lisa moaned into the kiss, her hips rolling against his in eager anticipation.

She was ready to take the next step in their carnal journey, to cement her place y/n’s devoted, fertile mate.

With his softened cock still buried inside her, y/n began to thrust again, his movements gradually picking up speed and intensity. Lisa gazed up at him, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Ohh, does breeding me excite you that much, my love??”

She teased, her hips rolling to meet his punishing thrusts.

y/n’s grip on her tightened, his eyes burning with possessive desire.

“Fuck yes, it does,”

He growled, slamming into her with renewed fervor.

“I’m going to breed you over and over until you’re swollen with my children.”

Lisa moaned in delight, reveling in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. She knew her place was here, beneath y/n, serving as his fertile vessel. And in that moment, there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

As the days passed, y/n made sure to continuously breed lisa with his potent seed whenever he had to attend meetings outside the hotel. While he was away, he ensured that lisa’s womb remained well-filled with his virile cum, keeping her in a constant state of satisfied arousal.

When y/n returned in the evenings, he would ravage lisa’s body once more, pounding into her relentlessly and flooding her fertile depths with even more of his seed. Lisa reveled in this, her body and mind consumed by the primal need to be bred by her dominant partner.

Each time y/n claimed her, lisa felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that she was one step closer to becoming pregnant with his child. She craved the sensation of his hot release coating her inner walls, sealing her fate as his personal breeding vessel.

With each passing day, lisa’s belly grew more swollen, the evidence of y/n’s virility plain for all to see. And through it all, she remained utterly devoted to him, her sole purpose to serve as the vessel for his offspring.

As the business trip came to an end, lisa had been breed and impregnated by y/n countless times over the past two weeks. His potent seed had flooded her womb repeatedly, leaving her body swollen with the promise of new life.

Upon returning home, lisa faced the challenge of reuniting with her boyfriend eli. The contrast between her sweet, loving relationship with eli and the depraved, submissive dynamic with y/n created a complex emotional landscape for lisa to navigate.

Yet, the insatiable hunger for y/n’s touch never abated. Each weekend, lisa would eagerly make her way to y/n’s residence, her body tingling with anticipation. Once there, she would surrender herself completely to his carnal desires, becoming his obedient, breeding slut once more.

YN would claim her again and again, filling her womb with his seed and ensuring she remained perpetually pregnant with his children. The sounds of their lust-filled encounters would echo through the walls, a testament to their primal connection.

Afterwards, Lisa would return to Eli, her body still humming with the lingering effects of YN's possession. She would cherish the tender moments with her boyfriend, but the knowledge of her depraved activities with YN would always linger in the back of her mind, fueling her insatiable hunger.

This delicate balance, this duality of her life, was a constant source of excitement and torment for Lisa. But she wouldn't have it any other way, for she was YN's devoted, breeding slut, and that was the role she was born to play.

As the months passed, Lisa's belly grew ever more swollen with YN's countless children. One month, YN took Lisa to the hospital to check on her wellbeing during the pregnancy. The doctor, upon examining Lisa, couldn't believe his eyes.

“My goodness, how on earth are you pregnant with this many children?”

the doctor exclaimed in disbelief.

Lisa shamelessly replied with a giggle,

“Well, you see, my love y/n is just so insatiable.”

She laughed, reveling in the doctor's shock.

After the visit, Lisa returned home to Eli, eager to share the news of her pregnancy. Eli, none the wiser, believed the child was his, unaware that these children were the result of YN's relentless breeding.

Lisa, however, knew the truth. She cherished the tender moments with Eli, but her heart belonged to YN, the man who had claimed her as his devoted, fertile mate. The duality of her life only fueled her insatiable desires, as she eagerly awaited her next tryst with her master.

As the months turned into years, Lisa's bond with YN deepened to an all-consuming love. She had become utterly devoted to him, forgetting about her boyfriend Eli almost entirely. Her life now revolved around YN, the man who had claimed her as his own.

Day in and day out, YN continued to breed Lisa, filling her womb with his endless seed. Lisa reveled in this, her body swollen with the fruits of their carnal union. She cherished every moment, knowing that this was her true purpose - to be YN's fertile, obedient mate.

The debt that YN had given to Eli had opened up a new life for Lisa, one that she embraced wholeheartedly. She and YN were both grateful for this arrangement, as it had allowed them to indulge in their primal desires without restraint.

Lisa's days were now filled with the blissful sensations of YN's possession. She had found her true calling, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. This was her life now, and she was determined to savor every moment of it, basking in the love and devotion of her insatiable master, her true love Y/N.  

[hotchlve]

DANDELIONS. S.REID

FemOC!reader X Spencer Reid

FemOc!reader : Small background : Small age gap with Spencer and you . You are smart beautiful, I imagined you having wavy , brown hair your shorter then Spencer . You’re like a breath of fresh air since you joined the team, you remind Spencer of spring . You’re witty , kind, you love reading books , you listen to Sabrina carpenter on repeat hehe . You in Spencer have been secretlydating for the past month .

SUMMARY— You JJ & Hotch end up in the hospital after a high speed chase with the unsub it was hit in run… .. Warnings : hurt comfort , trauma , based off nightmare I had . Spencer is worried about you after he in Garcia got the call , you are banged up little , Hotch in JJ are completely fine maybe few cuts in bruises no use of your name . : Wc 2.5k not really proof read because I’m not feeling well , in who has the time for that ..

Author notes : In honor of my new theme which I’m absolutely in love with right now I adore this new theme it’s so pretty in I haven’t seen this color for spring being done yet … eek a little trauma Angst hurt comfort for you .. I hope you enjoyed this with my new theme layout . If you did could you consider liking reblog in comment… if I missed anything please let me know .

Tags : @ssamorganhotchner

Prompt— “Yeah, I'm her husband," Spencer said calmly, answering the doctor's barrage of questions.

Garcia glanced at him, surprised. It was a lie—something Spencer had never done before. But he had to. He needed answers.

When the doctor finally left the room with a promise to return shortly, Spencer turned to Garcia and said quietly, "In order to get the information, I had to tell them I was her husband."

The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor hummed overhead, too bright for how dark the night felt. Garcia’s heels echoed down the sterile hallway, her pace quick to match Spencer’s longer strides.

“Emily said three of them,” Garcia murmured, eyes scanning. “Three. That’s too many. That’s way too many.”

Spencer didn’t respond. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets to keep from shaking. Emily’s voice had been steady on the phone, but there had been something in it—tight, measured. Controlled panic.

He spotted her first. Emily stood near the nurses' station, talking in a low voice to someone in a white coat.

“Over here,” she said as they approached.

“Where are they?” Spencer asked. He hated how harsh his voice came out.

“They’re stabilizing Hotch and JJ—she’s got a broken arm and a concussion, he’s bruised but conscious. You—” Emily hesitated. “You’re worse. They rushed you into trauma. They’re running scans.”

Spencer didn’t wait to hear the rest. He stepped past Emily, toward the direction she’d nodded. Garcia grabbed his sleeve. “Spence—wait. Maybe let me—”

But he was already gone.

The doctor was young. Calm face. Too calm. Spencer caught up to him near the swinging double doors.

“The woman just brought in from the hit and run. I need to know what’s going on.”

“And you are?” the doctor asked, brow lifting.

Something in Spencer snapped into place—an instinct, precise and immediate. “Yeah. I’m her husband.”

Garcia, just behind him, froze. “What?”

Spencer didn’t look at her. His gaze stayed locked with the doctor’s.

The doctor’s tone shifted immediately. “I see. She’s in stable condition for now—mild internal bleeding, likely from the impact, but we're monitoring it. We’re waiting on imaging. If it doesn’t worsen, we can avoid surgery. But if it does…”

He trailed off, letting the unspoken settle heavily between them.

“I want to see her,” Spencer said.

The doctor nodded. “Soon. I’ll be back.”

The second the door clicked shut behind him, Garcia grabbed his arm. “Okay. You—lied. You lied to a medical professional.”

“In order to get the information,” Spencer said quietly, “I had to tell them I was her husband.”

Garcia stared at him. “You’ve never lied. Not even when we all lie. And now you’re doing it in a hospital?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

Emily came around the corner, holding your jacket. “She asked for you when they got her out of the ambulance. Just so you know.”

Spencer took it in his hands, fingers curling around the worn denim. It smelled like your perfume—something soft and warm. Something safe.

“What room?” he asked.

“Room 212,” Emily said gently.

He didn’t wait.

When he pushed the door open, the beeping of machines filled the room in a steady rhythm. You looked pale. A deep gash ran across your forehead, already stitched. One hand was wrapped in gauze, the other resting on the thin blanket.

Spencer sat in the chair beside you, silent, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. You stirred a moment later, eyelids fluttering.

“Spence?” Your voice was hoarse.

“Hey,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’m here.”

You blinked at him, disoriented. “What happened?”

“You’re okay. The unsub rammed you guys. JJ and Hotch are banged up, but you took the worst of it.”

Your hand shifted toward his. He took it.

“You told them you were my husband?” you asked, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

He gave a sheepish, lopsided shrug. “I panicked.”

You laughed, a soft, breathy sound that made something in his chest unclench. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before.”

“First time for everything,” he murmured.

Garcia peeked in from the hallway, waving with two fingers before stepping back. She’d give you privacy. Emily already had.

Spencer leaned back in the chair, your hand still in his. The lie didn’t matter. Not right now. Not when he nearly lost you.

Not when it felt more like a promise than a lie.

Derek had finally made it to the hospital, storming through the sliding doors like he was ready to square up with someone. Emily spotted him first, standing off to the side with Rossi near the nurses' station.

“What the hell happened?” Derek asked, eyes sharp as he scanned the busy ER, tension radiating off him.

Emily sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. “Hit and run. The unsub clipped the SUV—hard. Flipped it twice.”

“Jesus,” Derek muttered. “Who was inside?”

“JJ, Hotch, and…” Her voice faltered for just a second. “Her.”

Derek’s expression changed instantly. “How are they?”

“JJ’s got a broken arm and a concussion. Hotch is bruised up. She’s the one they rushed into trauma.” Emily didn’t say more, didn’t need to. The weight behind her words said enough.

He let out a breath, jaw flexing. “Where’s the kid? He should be here.”

“He’s in his wife’s room,” Garcia said from behind him, trying to keep her voice light.

Derek blinked. “Huh?”

“It’s nothing,” Garcia rushed, waving a hand.

“It’s clearly something,” Derek said, eyebrows raised as he looked between them. “Did Reid get married and forget to tell the class?”

Emily gave Garcia a look, the kind that silently begged her not to elaborate.

Spencer walked into the waiting area right then, hands shoved in his coat pockets, eyes dark with exhaustion. He paused when he saw Derek.

“What’s this I hear about you and her being married?” Derek asked, stepping in front of him.

Spencer hesitated for a breath. “It’s just for now.”

Derek grinned. “My man.”

Spencer blinked, confused. “It was only so the doctor would tell me what was going on.”

“Sure,” Derek said, clearly not buying it but letting it slide. “Still. Good instincts.”

Garcia leaned in closer, teasing. “I think you might’ve said that a little too fast to be just instinct.”

Spencer looked down, lips twitching at the corners like he wanted to argue but knew he wouldn’t win.

“I told her I’d be back,” he said quietly, already turning back toward your room.

Garcia watched him go, her smile fading into something softer. “He didn’t even hesitate, you know? Lied without blinking.”

“Reid?” Derek looked genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” Garcia said. “Didn’t even flinch.”

The minutes passed in a quiet shuffle—JJ and Hotch returned with softer faces, JJ wiping under her eyes, Hotch giving Spencer a small nod as he stepped out of the room.

“She’s asking for the rest of you,” he said simply.

Emily and Rossi were next, disappearing into your room without a word. Spencer stayed by the door this time, arms crossed loosely, eyes fixed on the floor like he was somewhere else entirely.

When they came back, Emily gave Spencer a small smile and squeezed his shoulder on the way by. Rossi didn’t say much—he didn’t need to.

“I’m next,” Derek said, standing.

Garcia stood too. “I’m coming with you.”

Spencer looked up. “She’s still a little out of it.”

Garcia gave him that look—the one that said she knew exactly how you were feeling even without seeing you. “She’s not gonna say no to me, and you know it.”

“She’s right,” Derek added, clapping Spencer on the back as they walked past. “Besides, someone’s gotta keep me from cracking jokes.”

The hallway was quiet as they reached your door. Garcia pushed it open gently, peeking her head in first before stepping inside.

You stirred at the sound, blinking slowly, still foggy from the meds. But when your eyes landed on them, you smiled.

“Hey, babygirl,” Derek said, stepping in beside your bed, voice soft but warm.

“Hey, you,” you mumbled.

Garcia was already at your side, fingers carefully finding your hand between the wires and gauze. “Don’t you ever do that again,” she said, tears in her eyes but her smile full of sunshine. “You scared the hell out of us.”

“I didn’t exactly plan it,” you whispered.

Derek let out a low laugh, brushing a knuckle against your arm. “Still. That was way too close.”

You glanced at Garcia, then back at Derek. “Everyone else okay?”

“They’re good,” Garcia said gently. “JJ’s got a busted arm, and Hotch is walking around like he didn’t just flip an SUV.”

Derek leaned in just a little. “And Reid’s out there pacing like a guy whose world almost came crashing down.”

You smiled faintly. “He told the doctor he was my husband.”

Garcia gave a dramatic gasp. “He did. And didn’t even flinch.”

You laughed—soft, breathy, but real.

“Rest up,” Derek said, straightening. “We’ll be back tomorrow with cookies and a very dramatic telling of everything you missed.”

Garcia kissed your forehead gently. “And I’ll bring the good gossip.”

They both started to leave, but not before Garcia turned back toward the door. “You ready, Doctor Husband?” she called softly.

Spencer was already walking down the hallway.

Spencer had stopped at the gift shop before heading back to your room. He didn’t even think twice—just picked out a few of your favorite snacks, a small teddy bear, and a bouquet of yellow dandelions.

The dandelions weren’t the flashiest flowers in the shop, but he knew you’d like them.

You always said they reminded you of spring and being a kid and not caring what anyone thought.

When he stepped into your hospital room, it was quiet—lights dimmed, the steady beeping of the monitor soft in the background.

You were asleep.

The doctor was just stepping out as Spencer came in. “She might be out for a while,” he said gently. “You’re welcome to stay.”

“Right. Thanks again,” Spencer replied, adjusting the flowers in his arm.

The doctor gave a nod and left him alone.

He set the snacks carefully on the little table by the bed, the teddy bear beside them. The dandelions went in the water pitcher—makeshift vase, but it worked.

Spencer pulled the chair closer and sat down beside you.

He studied your face for a long moment, quiet, just watching the way your chest rose and fell under the blanket. The way the bruises were already beginning to color along your cheekbone. The bandage near your hairline. His hands stayed folded in his lap.

“I could’ve lost you today,” he said softly, almost like it wasn’t meant to be spoken out loud.

You didn’t stir. You were deep asleep—peaceful, finally—but Spencer kept talking anyway.

“If I would’ve lost you…” he stopped, let the words sit in his throat for a beat. “I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

His fingers curled slightly, knuckles white for a second. He swallowed.

“We just started seeing each other. It’s only been a month, but it already feels like I’ve known you longer. I need more time with you. Way more.”

His voice cracked just slightly near the end, the kind of break someone like him wouldn’t let most people hear.

“I’m not good at this part,” he added, quieter now. “Saying things when you’re awake is harder.”

You didn’t respond. Still asleep. But Spencer didn’t mind. He just sat there, holding your hand gently in his, like letting go might make everything real.

Outside the door, the hallway buzzed with nurses and machines and movement—but in that room, it was just the two of you.

Morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting soft lines across the hospital room. The quiet hum of machines filled the space, steady now. Peaceful.

The doctor had already come through for his early rounds. Everything was stable. You were doing a hell of a lot better than when they rushed you in the night before.

You blinked awake slowly, eyes adjusting to the light. Your body was stiff, sore in a way that made everything feel distant and heavy. But then you turned your head—and saw him.

Spencer was asleep in the chair next to you, slouched slightly, arms folded, head resting against the back of the chair. He looked exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept in weeks, not just hours.

“Spence,” you said, your voice still rough from sleep. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out as much as the IV and soreness would allow. “I’m thirsty.”

You paused, lips dry. “And breakfast sounds good... but maybe we should talk about what happened.”

He stirred at your voice, blinking awake slowly. When his eyes met yours, they softened instantly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re awake,” he said, like the weight of the entire world had just dropped off his shoulders.

The nurse came in right on cue, carrying a small cup of pills and a little container of orange juice. “Morning,” she said, chipper. “Let’s get these meds in you, then we’ll talk breakfast.”

You took the juice and pills, offering a quiet, “Thank you.”

She checked your chart and the monitors, jotting a few things down. “How are we feeling today?”

“Still sore,” you admitted, stretching again carefully, “but a lot better.”

“Good,” she said with a smile. “Everything’s looking great on our end, so you’ll most likely be discharged in an hour.”

“Really?” you asked, eyebrows lifting.

She nodded. “Let’s just keep you on fluids a little longer and go from there.”

“Thanks,” you said, genuinely. She gave a friendly nod and slipped out, leaving you and Spencer alone again.

You turned your head toward him, voice softer now. “Thank you... for staying with me.”

Spencer leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A beat passed.

You took a breath. “We should talk about what happened.”

He nodded, didn’t interrupt.

“It all happened so fast,” you said, eyes drifting slightly as you reached for the memory. “We were chasing the unsub... and the next thing I remember is the SUV flipping. Twice.”

Spencer’s eyes flickered. He hadn’t heard you say it out loud yet.

“I blacked out,” you continued. “I didn’t even see it coming.”

He reached for your hand without thinking, his fingers curling gently around yours. “Emily said it looked intentional. The unsub clipped the back of your vehicle—hard.”

“That explains the headache,” you murmured, trying to keep it light, but your fingers tightened slightly around his. “I heard you told the doctor you were my husband.”

His ears turned a little pink. “I needed to know what was happening. They weren’t going to tell me otherwise.”

You smiled faintly. “You didn’t hesitate?”

“Not for a second,” he said.

You nodded slowly, then looked down at your intertwined hands. “Good.”

The team had made their way back to the hospital, but before anyone could speak, Garcia practically burst through the door.

"Let me tell her, please! Let me tell her we got the scum," she pleaded, her excitement bubbling over.

The team glanced at each other, exchanging a few silent looks. Spencer gave a slight nod, signaling that Garcia could take the reins. He stepped back to give you space, his expression soft but still tinged with worry.

"Spencer..." Garcia said, her voice suddenly more serious as she stepped fully into the room. "I need to tell you something."

He gave her an understanding look. "Go ahead."

With that, he shut the door behind him, leaving you and Garcia alone.

She walked in with a wide smile. "Hey, my sweets," she said brightly, pulling you into a gentle hug. You winced slightly, the soreness still settling in your muscles, but you smiled through it.

"Hey, Garcia," you said, your voice hoarse from the medication. "I'm starving."

She laughed, pulling out a candy bar from her bag and handing it to you. "Thought you might be." You gratefully took it, unwrapping it as she sat beside you.

You looked at her, a sense of curiosity already building. "So, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to tell me something serious."

Garcia’s smile turned into a grin, but there was a certain weight in her eyes now. "We caught the scum," she said, her voice almost reverent.

You exhaled sharply, as if you'd been holding your breath all night. The tension you hadn't realized was there seemed to melt away, and you finally felt like you could breathe again. "Really?" you asked, voice shaky but full of relief.

"Yes, really," Garcia said with confidence. "We got him."

Before you could say anything more, there was a knock on the door. Hotch stepped in, his presence steady and reassuring. "You ready to come home?" he asked, his voice calm but warm.

You nodded quickly. "Yes."

"Good," Hotch said. "We can get you outta here. You just have to sign the discharge papers, then we can head out."

As he spoke, the doctor walked in with the paperwork, handing it to you with a friendly nod. "We just need your signature here and here," he said, gesturing to the form.

You signed without hesitation, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. You were finally going home. Safe. And sound .

The team gave you space after everything—quiet smiles, quick hugs, and a promise to see you back at the BAU when you were ready. One by one, they stepped out, leaving the room quiet again.

Just you and Spencer.

He helped you out of the bed gently, careful with every move like you might break. His hands hovered just enough, but still steady when you needed him.

You looked up at him, your voice soft. “Spence… I heard you last night.”

His eyes met yours quickly, caught off guard. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “Right… I—um…”

You reached out, gently touching his arm. “It’s okay, Spence,” you whispered. “I feel the same way.”

His expression shifted, something soft settling into his features. That tension he always carried—like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders—seemed to ease just a little.

“I’m thankful,” you said, still holding his gaze. “I’m glad I’m still here. It felt like we were just starting to really connect, and then—” you paused, your voice dipping with emotion, “—and with you being my husband and all…”

He laughed, breath catching in that familiar quiet Reid way. “I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”

“Nope,” you said with a small smile, the kind that reached your eyes even through the bruises and soreness.

He looked at you like he was memorizing the moment.

“Good,” he finally said. “Because I meant it.”

[cosmowgyral]

The Lying Fox is filled with a Love free of Lies

▪︎ Harrison's 3rd Birthday

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated but do not repost. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3

The day of Harry’s birthday—

(Alright!)

I was alone in his room, getting ready to decorate.

It was just past 1 a.m., and he still hadn’t returned from his mission.

(He told me it’d be a long one and that I could go ahead and sleep…)

(But I want to be the first one to welcome him home and celebrate, so I have to stay up!)

Just as I approached the bed to open a bag full of garlands and paper flowers—

(…A ribbon?)

A long ribbon, almost like a tail, was peeking out from beneath the bed.

Curious, I knelt down and looked underneath… only to find several stacked boxes.

(Wait—these are the boxes from the presents I gave him…)

Unable to resist, I reached for one and opened it.

Inside were neatly folded wrappings and small paper bags—all of which I instantly recognized.

(No way… he kept all of them?)

Tucked beneath the bed were the empty packaging and wrappings from every gift I had given him over the past week.

They were just boxes, brown bags, unadorned wrapping paper—no real use now that the gifts were gone.

And yet he had kept everything, carefully... as if they were treasures.

Kate: Ah…!

The surge of affection tightened in my chest, and I dropped to my knees without thinking.

(I want to see him… right now.)

I wanted to leap into his arms right now, to feel his warmth.

But Harry was still out on duty.

Kate: …Harry, come home soon.

Lifting my head, I rested my chin on the edge of the bed, and spotted something mint-colored on the pure white sheets: his shirt.

He must’ve left in a hurry when the mission call came, tossing it aside as he rushed out.

Instinctively, my hand reached out and grabbed it.

Kate: Harry’s shirts are so big…

I unfolded it, surprised at its size.

(…What would it feel like to wear it?)

Glancing around the room, I hesitantly slipped my arms into the sleeves.

Kate: …It’s huge.

The hem reached my thighs, the sleeves dangled past my hands, and the shoulders were so wide it would slip off unless I buttoned it up.

His scent still clung faintly to the fabric, and as it wrapped around me, it felt like I was being completely enveloped in him.

It made my heart feel calm.

Kate: Hehe… it’s so big.

I wrapped my arms around myself in his oversized shirt and spun around in circles, when suddenly—

Harrison: Huh..?

Kate: Ah!

The door creaked open.

I froze as my eyes met Harry’s.

Kate: Ah, wait, this isn’t what it looks like, I mean—!

Panicking, I rushed to take the shirt off, but before I could, Harry silently stepped forward and grabbed my shoulders.

Kate: I-I’m sorry—

Harrison: Keep it on.

Kate: …Huh?

He stared straight at me, voice hurried but his eyes dead serious.

Harrison: Actually, don’t wear anything else. I’m gonna go wash my face—be changed by the time I’m back.

Kate: Huh—o-okay…?

Harrison: Good.

Releasing my shoulders, he quickly disappeared into the bathroom.

(W-What just happened…?)

I stared blankly at the door he’d vanished behind.

Then the sound of running water brought me back to my senses.

(U-Underwear is fine… right?)

It was rare for Harry to ask for something so directly.

Embarrassed but wanting to meet his expectations, I hurried to change.

(Maybe the mission really tired him out…)

Worried, I slipped into just his shirt, then grabbed the present I’d planned to give him and sat on the bed.

When he returned and saw me, he froze in place.

(Did I get it wrong…?)

A wave of anxiety washed over me—but it disappeared the moment he rushed over and hugged me tight.

Harrison: …Perfect.

He whispered the word as he buried his face in my shoulder, and I felt myself relax with relief.

Kate: Welcome back. You’re not hurt, are you?

Harrison: Nah… I’m fine. This is the best birthday ever.

As I wrapped my arms around his tired frame in return, Harry suddenly noticed the box by our feet.

Harrison: …You saw that?

He pulled away a little, picked up the box, and set it on the bed.

Kate: This one’s from the clothes, this one had the biscuits, and this…

As I lined them up one by one, he looked a bit sheepish.

Harrison: I hid them under the bed… how did you even notice?

I reached down and tugged the ribbon that had been sticking out like a tail, smiling slyly.

Kate: There was a very familiar ribbon peeking out.

Harry averted his gaze and let out a sigh, but I couldn’t hide the joy bubbling up inside me.

Kate: Happy birthday, Harry.

Harrison: …Thanks.

He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

Kate: And this is the last present.

Lifting my face, I handed over the final gift.

Harry untied the ribbon and opened the box, taking out a small glass jar.

Harrison: Candy?

Inside were colorful, sparkling candies that looked like little jewels.

Kate: I found these at that shop where you always buy your mint candy.

Kate: They say it changes color as you eat it!

These so-called "magic candies" shimmered like gems, and Harry gazed at them curiously.

I opened the lid and picked out a milk-tea-colored one.

Kate: The shopkeeper recommended this flavor.

Harrison: What’s the taste?

Kate: …I don’t know.

Harrison: So it’s a surprise until you eat it, huh.

When I popped the candy into his mouth, I could see the color slowly changing between his lips—

(It’s the color of his eyes...)

Watching the candy turn from milk tea to the exact shade of Harry’s eyes, I couldn’t look away.

Kate: Nn—!

Suddenly, he kissed me—slipping the candy into my mouth.

Harrison: It’s the same color as my eyes.

He smiled sweetly, then tied a ribbon gently around my neck, tilting my face upward.

Harrison: Ever since I met you, my birthdays have been full of surprises I never could’ve imagined.

Harrison: Even though I can see through lies, you still manage to surprise and delight me every time.

Harrison: I know how hard you try to make me happy.

With those kind, heartfelt words, his lips slowly drew near.

Harrison: But to me—

Kate: "Just having you by my side makes it the best birthday ever", right?

The words Harry always said every year left my lips instead, and he blinked in surprise—before bursting into a smile.

Harrison: Exactly. Just having you here makes it the best birthday.

Harrison: And I hope that never changes.

The candy between our mouths slowly melted from the warmth we shared.

[Chapter 2]

[apple-of-deceit]

You get a surprise hug attack from Twizzly. She's not much of a hugger, but she wanted to give you one.

@twizzlygummyjailbreak

❝ KYAH !! ❞ At first , Candy Apple Cookie lets out a gasp of surprise , but then , she relaxes and hugs her back even tighter .

[platinumink]

Headcanon Vol.2: Odysseus had unruly hair in his youth but grew out of it but Telemachus now has to deal with it and Ody helps his son and it all ends in a beautiful hurt/comfort moment

Not as good as my other headcanons for this fandom but I really do think about situations where Telemachus is just struggling to tidy his hair which is just going crazy all of the time and is about to give up when Odysseus strolls into the bathing area and notices his sons struggles.

Not wanting to embarrass him any further after the whole clothes stealing shenanigans, he simply nods in hello and does his thing with cleaning himself. When he's done, he notices that Telemachus is still not any closer to figuring out his hair so he comes over and mentions how he also had impossible-to-deal-with hair and age and growing it out (the added weight) helped with it's upkeep but he did have some tricks he learned to aid the issue.

So he tells his son about it who becomes completely enraptured in the story, not wanting to miss a single word his dad tells him. Telemachus asks for tips and Ody asks if it would be okay to show him and his son agrees.

Ody spends the next hour ir so explaining hair care for curly hair to his son, going over herb tinctures and oils he can use to make his hair submit to his will without damaging it as well as special brushes and movements that help with detangling and finally braids that help with the right curl forming overnight. It becomes a whole thing with them and even though Telemachus gets the hang of it very quickly, he keeps on asking his dad to do it for him and Ody is bever going to decline because quality time with his dearly missed son is everything to him.

So during their hair care moments, they talk about each others days, what they were going to do the day after and eventually, Ody feels confortable enough to confide in his son as well about his Odyssey (hehe) and they things he went through and had to do and Telemachus is then there for him, reassuring him and comforting him as well.

Eventually Telemachus does his dads hair as well so they can spend even more time together.

Penelope does know about this because of course Ody had to tell her all about how much he loves his son and how much he enjoys their new father son bonding moments, but one day, when she enters the bathing area earlier than usual, she sees the two of them and observes their little time together. She does not intervene because while she also loves her son deeply, she will allow her husband to have this time for himself to catch up on all of the lost time.

I also imagine their time together always ends with them touching foreheads (because I am a sucker for those between parents and their kids), hugging and Ody kissing his sons hair. They then always leave the baths together before Telemachus artives at his room first where they hug again and wish each other a restful night and then Ody leaves fir his own room and lies down beside his wife, talks with her just as long about their days and then they fall asleep in each others arms thoigh Odys head is 100% on Penelopes chest to hear her heartbeat because he has still trauma from Calypsos bullshit and needs it to convince himself that he is home.

He then sleeps, thinking about his family.

And now i've brough myself to tears yet again. 😭🩵

Also if anyone wants to write or draw something with this, you of course have my full permission. Just tag me please, I want to say thank you and admire your work 😭🙏🏻🩵

[darknight3904]

All Too Well

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spring means new beginnings for both you and Joel, and a trip to a nearby lake has you feeling things for Joel you haven't felt in years. But, the sudden appearance of a stranger in the night has your bliss interrupted and Joel full of worry.

Warnings: Langauge. The Quadratic Equation (Run!) Joel Miller's Dad Bod (Yum) A little bit of a Gladiator tease since I just saw the second movie hehe.

Word Count: 4.1k

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I wrote a little Christmas imagine for Joel. It's not connected to this series but if you're interested, you can check it out right here.

February 2024

Joel can't sleep. He tosses and turns and listens to the way Ellie's snores leak through the thin walls of their new home. Anger seeps out of his body and permeates the peaceful atmosphere of his room..

Anger at himself, at the men who hurt you, at the universe in general. He clenches the hem of his blankets and tries to get a few hours of rest. Tomorrow he's due for an early morning shift at the wall with that guy Luke who never stops talking.

When he finally nods off it's well past two in the morning. His dreams are filled with you and Sarah. Of his failure to protect both of you. At some point he must've called out in his sleep because soon Ellie was shaking him awake, asking if he was okay.

He brushes her off and sends her back to bed. Sitting on the step of his front porch, he watches the sun slowly peak over the snow-covered roofs of Jackson. His eyes roam the front of your home, still dark except for your front porch light. Joel looks at the warped floorboards of your porch, his mind works out how he could fix those for you. Rip the old ones up, place new ones, sand em' down, and then paint a nice finish on them.

He's so lost in his own world of floorboards and wood stains that he misses your front door opening. You shuffle over to him, a bathrobe on over you pajamas and then a winter coat over that.

"Morning, neighbor." You say

Joel looks at your outstretched hands. A steaming mug of coffee is being held out to him.

"Morning." He says, scooting over for you to sit beside him

"Aren't you cold?" You ask as he sips at the coffee, looking at his sweat pants and a simple deep blue long-sleeve shirt.

"M' fine," Joel says

"I'd be freezing my ass off." You shrug, wrapping your fingers around your own mug

Joel sits beside you, sipping his coffee as two rabbits run by and under your front porch.

"Could make a good stew out of those." He notes

"Joel!" You gasp in disgust

"They're pretty fat, bet their pelts would be warm." He shrugs honestly

"Joel, I feed those rabbits." You groan, "You can't kill them for stew or for their fur."

"You're feeding rabbits? What are you, Snow White?" Joel asks

"Excuse me for wanting to have a pet or two." You scoff

Joel shakes his head in disbelief. You never fail to surprise him.

Silence settles around you and him, you shiver a bit and he makes a mental note to find you a warmer coat. Surely someone here had one he could trade for.

"You're really upsetting, y'know that." You say suddenly

"Excuse me?" He asks, confused

Where could this be coming from? He watches as you take a long sip of your coffee and tap your feet against the ground.

"You dumped me, said I was too young for you, and then shipped my stuff back in the damn mail." You huff, "On top of that, the world ended like a month later."

Joel sighs, so you're choosing to confront this now. He should be glad that you're finally mentioning it. Perhaps last night's conversation has made you more comfortable with him.

"I know. I'm sorry about that, I was being a real asshole." Joel says sincerely

"Then why'd you lie?" You ask

"Lie?" Joel asks, confused as to what you're talking about

"When you first got here, you lied to Ellie. Said you didn't know me." You remind him, "Why didn't you just tell her? Why haven't you told her?"

The same guilt and fear he felt when he first saw you months ago in the stables, wells up in his chest.

"I...I don't know." He says softly

Liar.

He knew what it was. Fear had kept him trapped for so many years. For so long, he'd let it strangle him. Even before losing Sarah, he'd felt that fear. That's why he let you go in the first place, Joel was scared of it all but most of all he was afraid, terrified even of falling in love with you.

And yet, here he sat twenty years later, sipping coffee next to you. He knew what he wanted, at least the thought he did.

Joel wanted to press a rewind button, to go back in time and do it all over again. To keep you and Sarah by his side, if he could just go back to August 2003 he swore he'd be able to make it all right again.

But, rewind buttons didn't exist and Sarah was gone, she wasn't coming back, but he still could right things with you, even if you didn't want him anymore. Besides, he knew he didn't deserve you in the first place.

Your soft voice fills his ears again, "You want to know what I think?"

"What?" Joel responds

"I think you're full of shit."

May 2024

You like the spring. Spring means you can stop wearing three different shirts out so you don't freeze. Spring means fresh vegetables in the community garden. Spring means sleeping with the window open at night.

Spring means... allergies? The loud sneeze of one of your patrol partners has you jumping in your saddle.

Apparently, in his old age, Joel Miller now has seasonal allergies.

"You're scaring off every single deer in a two-mile radius." You huff

"Sorry," Joel mumbles, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve

"Y'should just head back, Joel. No good to us if you're sneezing every three minutes." Tommy says

"No, I'm fine. Besides aren't we teaching her how to hunt?" Joel asks, looking at you

"You can't teach me if you scare everything off." You point out

Tommy lets out a hum of laughter, "She's right."

"Let's keep moving," Joel grumbles

The past two months have been dull. After your conversation that night and then the next morning. Joel swore to himself that he'd make it up to you. Hell, he'd worship the ground you walked on if it meant you'd forgive him.

He didn't even want a second chance with you. He'd sworn it was all platonic when Tommy asked him one day.

Now, he was spending time with both you and his brother, trying to teach you to hunt. Key word trying. He'd probably never tell you but you weren't very good at hunting. This was the third trip he'd made with you and Tommy and Joel swore you were getting worse.

"It's hot today," Tommy notes as the horses plod along

"Summer's less than a month away." You point out

"What I wouldn't give to walk into an air-conditioned home. " Tommy grumbles

"Tell me about it." You sigh

Joel stays quiet as he listens to you and his brother recount the things you both missed. You'd been holding him at arm's length, after that morning on his porch. He'd screwed up, he knew that.

Why the hell did he say he didn't know? He did know! Why couldn't he just admit it to you?

He'd tried to show you through actions, how much he cared for you. Hunted down a better coat for you, fixed your kitchen cabinets, and ate whatever food you dropped off at the house for him and Ellie.

Evidently, you didn't want action, you wanted him to man up and admit it out loud. And, Joel wanted to. He wanted to tell you his fears, why he did what he did back in 2003 and then again in the stables back in December. Yet, every time he'd tried to he'd clammed up and backed down.

"Let's take a break. There's a nice lake up there, Needa sit in the shade, n' cool off." Tommy says suddenly

Joel glanced over to look at his younger brother, who had sweat pouring off him, wetting the back of his shirt. The younger Miller hops off his horse and ties it off before slumping down in the shade of a big oak tree.

"Feels like I'm back in Texas or somethin'" Tommy grumbles

"Oh please, back in Texas it was hot enough to cook an egg on the driveway. This is hardly like that." You laugh

"Speak for yourself, I think I'm sunburned." He says

"You poor little thing." You mockingly coo as you sit beside his brother under the tree

Joel jumps off his own horse, listening to the way the two of you blend together so effortlessly.

"Shut up." Tommy scoffs, shoving your shoulder, "Wasn't askin' you."

Joel feels jealousy swirl in his chest. He wants to be the one laughing with you, not Tommy.

"I'm going for a swim. We can hunt once I'm not sweating buckets." Tommy suddenly decides

Joel finds his way under the tree as Tommy straightens up to pull at his clothes.

"Ugh, put it away!" You mock, covering your eyes as Tommy strips down to his boxers, "The horror!"

"I'll have you know, back in the day girls used to line up to get a view of this." Tommy throws over his shoulder as he walks towards the lake

"Does that mean I get to tell Maria she married the town bike of Austin?"

Tommy doesn't respond but instead walks off and wades quickly into the water.

"You don't want to swim?" Joel asks, taking note of how your skin glistens with sweat.

You shake your head, "I'm fine. You're welcome to, though."

You and Joel sit in silent as he thinks of what to say next. Without Ellie, there's a gap in conversation, the kid was always ready to blab about something.

"You think you could come by my place tonight? Ellie's learning Algebra." He asks, "I try to help but I haven't done anything like it in forty-something years."

"I can try. Can't say I'll be much help though." You say

"You're the one with the fancy college education." Joel shrugs

"I'd like to remind you I never got my degree. Not to mention, It's been twenty years, I'm 44, not 24." You shake your head

"Right..."

Joel forgets that sometimes. You're older now. He knows you're different now, that school is no longer the top priority in your mind. Still, he likes to reminisce about the past when you were still a college kid, drowning in books and shitty professors.

A stale breeze blows through the air, and Joel feels like his clothes are suffocating him. How you're in jeans and a long sleeve is mind-boggling.

"I'm gonna go cool off. Feel like I'm about to pass out." Joel says, pulling his boots off

"M'kay." You nod, "Don't let Tommy drown you in there."

"What?"

"Once I came out here with him and Maria, and as a joke he tackled her, and nearly killed her since he caught her off guard." You shrug

"He tried to drown his wife?" Joel asked

"Well this was when he was still trying to win her over to even date him, but yeah."

"Bet she loved that," Joel smirks

"Yup, wouldn't talk to him for three days."

You feel hot, and no, it's not from the sun. Joel Miller is about 10 feet away, stripping down to his underwear to go for a swim. If there was a god, why was he torturing you like this?

Your eyes roam Joel's back which had been exposed to your greedy eyes. It was the first time you'd seen his body since 2003, of course, you were curious.

Muscle strains under the skin and your eyes greedily drink in the splatter of chest hair that litters his skin. Said trail of hair leads down down down to the band of his boxers. Much to your delight, Joel's stomach had seemingly softened even more with age.

God, you loved dad bods.

"Take a picture!" Tommy called from the shallow water at the edge of the lake

You flash your middle finger at the more annoying Miller. God, you hoped a fish would bite his ass while he was in there.

You flop back into the grass and stare up at the oak tree and the way the sun peaks through its branches. You weren't going to check Joel out anymore, nope, you were done with that.

"You sure you don't wanna come? Tommy and I'll cover our eyes, won't peak, I swear." Joel asks from your right

"M'fine. Go swim, Joel" You say softly dismissing him

Once he's gone, you rummage through your bag and pull out a bag of trail mix. You chew slowly, thinking of Joel's words as you do.

"Take some deep breaths as you chew. Think about what you're eatin'."

He'd slowly been coaching you through fixing your eating problems. For the most part, it worked well. It also helped that you ate dinner with him and Ellie most nights.

It'd been Ellie's decision, she kept inviting you over or just showing up at your front porch. So, now the three of you just ate together, apparently you're now Ellie's savior as well since Joel's cooking hasn't improved much over the years.

Guess some things don't change.

Tommy watches as Joel slowly approaches him in the water.

"No tackling. My back won't survive it." Joel sternly says

"I'm not 9 anymore, Joel. Why would I tackle you?" Tommy scoffs

"Heard what you did to Maria. Not takin' any chances here." Joel sternly says, giving Tommy the 'I'm older than you, you better listen' look that Tommy had seen at least a million times since he was a kid.

"That was a one-time thing!" Tommy jumps to defend himself

He couldn't believe you even remembered that let alone told Joel.

"She's burning up over there." Joel starts, "Refusing to get in here as well. I told her we wouldn't look but she's just laying up there sweatin' her ass off."

"She never swims." Tommy explains, "Been here probably twenty-thirty times with her and Maria over the years, not once has she decided to get in with us. Think the closest she got was to dip her feet in."

"Did you tackle her too?" Joel asks, his voice full of accusation.

"No." Tommy scoffs, how could Joel think such a thing.

"Just don't want her passing out from heat stroke." Joel frets, "Maybe I could wet some cloth, get her to put it over her neck."

A bit of water laps up into Tommy's face and he rubs at his eyes. Joel had a right to know, right?

"She's got scars, Joel." He cuts his brothers rambling off, "Haven't seen em' myself but Maria says she's covered in them, head to toe."

Joel's quiet beside Tommy now, the sound of sloshing water is the only noise between the two brothers.

"Oh..." Joel's voice softly comes from Tommy's left

The loud shout of their names has both brothers turning back to the shore. You're waving your arms about, holding the small radio Tommy had tucked into his boot before going for a swim.

"It's the baby!"

Joel has never seen his brother so frantic. Even when Sarah had died, Tommy had been composed, swallowing his feelings and trying to keep Joel together as they drifted around the country.

Now, his little brother is jumping off his horse and sprinting to the clinic, to his wife. It's endearing the way he cares for her, even if she hated Joel, he could tell she loved Tommy.

Joel grasps the reigns of Tommy's horse and follows you back to the stables.

"You think she'll be okay?" You ask breathily

Joel looks at you, he can tell you're nervous for Maria.

"I'm sure she'll be alright. Seems strong, not to mention the clinic doctor is skilled, she's in good hands." Joel says

You nod and lead Pepper into her stall.

"Sorry about the hunting. I don't know where the sneezing is coming from." Joel says, feeling guilty he ruined the day

"It's fine. I've never caught anything bigger than a rabbit." You wave him off

That night Joel watches as you hover over Ellie who's been sweating over a problem that apparently used the Quadratic Equation. What that was, Joel wasn't quite sure.

"This is fucking impossible..." Ellie grumbles

"Don't drop any negatives." You advise, sipping at your mug of coffee.

Joel normally hoarded the stuff but you were so damn easy to say yes to. So of course when you asked him if he could brew you a cup of his precious drink, he'd caved. Hell, you could ask him to steal half the food in Jackson and he'd do it if it meant you'd smile and bat your eyelashes at him.

"Motherfucking piece of shit..." Ellie whispers

You kick her chair, "Langauge. What's that baby going to think when you curse at it?"

"I'm pretty sure it's going to spend most of it's time shitting and sleeping so I think I'm in the clear." Ellie points out

"So just like you then?" Joel asks

Ellie lets out a scoff at his bad joke.

"Just do your math." You roll your eyes, standing up to cross the room where Joel stands over the sink, doing the dishes from dinner.

"How long does labor take?" You ask him.

Joel's brain is a bit fuzzy as he tries to remember how long it took Sarah to be born.

"I think it's different with everyone. Maria could have that kid tonight, or we might be waiting until tomorrow." Joel says

Sarah had taken what 11, 12 hours? All he remembers is that her mother had broken nearly every bone in his hand when she was pushing. At the end of it all though, his daughter had come out perfect.

"Jesus..." You sigh, "That's...insane."

"It'll all be okay," Joel assures you, he can tell you're worried. Not that he can blame you, from what he can tell Maria seems to be your only friend here in Jackson.

"I know." You sigh

Joel looks at the way your nerves and anxiety have settled into your pretty features. They line your face and make you look tired.

"Hey, Ellie,"

The teen looks up from her math, welcoming the distraction.

"Wanna watch a movie with us?" He asks

Joel has to cover his laugh with a cough when you screech out in shock. Only you'd react to a simple statement like this...

"You've never seen Gladiator?!"

"No...Born after the world ended, remember?" Ellie scoffs

"But still! Joel's had this DVD just sitting here in this house and you've never watched it?" You ask

"No..."Ellie trails off as she kicks her feet up on the coffee table from her spot in the recliner

"You've done a terrible job, watching over her." You judge him

"Right, cuz getting her from Boston to Wyoming in one piece without dyin' is so terrible," Joel says

"It is if she hasn't seen Gladiator." You say, popping the disc into the player while Joel shakes his head.

Joel watches from his spot beside you on the couch as you absorb the movie, answering Ellie's questions when she asks. He smiles to himself as you happily explain what's happening on the screen. You always loved movie nights.

"Oh gross! He's totally into his sister!" Ellie points at the screen to Commodus and Lucilla.

"Sick fuck." You declare and nudge Joel who nods in agreement

There is only one couch cushion between you and him but it might as well be the size of the Grand Canyon. Joel's fingers itch to reach out and pull you into his side. He wants to watch this movie the way you used to watch movies with him.

He wants your head resting on his chest as the movie plays so he can play with your hair while you take in the flashing screen. Joel wants to smell the soft scent of your body wash as you lay so close to him that you're both practically mushing into one being.

As the credits begin to roll, You let out a yawn while Ellie rates the movie a 10/10.

"Too bad there won't ever be another." She sighs, "We could totally have a movie on Lucilla's kid."

"Right?" You agree looking at him, "Joel could totally play a part in it too."

"Excuse me?" Joel asks, baffled at the idea. He was no movie star.

"Yeah, you got that Roman nose. You could play some hot general or something." You shrug gesturing to his face.

Joel shakes his head in disagreement yet all he can focus on is that you indirectly just called him hot.

"You're loosin' it. I'm not fit enough to play a gladiator." He says, thinking of Russell Crowe's perfectly toned physique. Joel's body had gone soft with age, muscle hidden under soft flesh, he was no early 2000s heartthrob.

"That's why she said general." Ellie points out

"A hot one." You add for the second time

"Yeah yeah, Hot General Joel. I'll start my workout tomorrow." He sighs looking at You and Ellie you are both smiling at him. Warmth spreads across his chest, When was the last time he felt like this?

"Alright, time for bed. Ellie go brush your teeth." Joel says nodding to the steps

For once in her life, she goes off without objecting. Joel doesn't miss the way she mouths "Kiss her!" to him from behind your back. His face heats up in embarrassment, that damn kid was going to be the death of him one day.

"I should get going. I wanna go down to the clinic early tomorrow to check on Maria." You say, standing up and stretching, "Have a good night, General."

Joel nods, rising to his own feet. He thanks you for helping Ellie with whatever that math was. You give him a warm smile and then go to grab your shoes.

Joel might be half deaf but anyone could've heard the commotion outside. You jump when the loud slam of fists sounds when someone begins knocking on the door like the world is ending.

"Joel!" A loud voice calls

Joel whips the door open to reveal Brett. A young guy who was supposed to be ontop of the wall tonight until 3am.

"What? What happened?" Joel asks worry fills his system, what could be happening? Was there a breach in the wall? Infected? What was the best place he could hide you and Ellie?

"Got a situation. Tommy said a few days ago that you'd be in charge of shit like this if he and Maria were unavailable." Brett says

"What about the council? They're above me." Joel says he doesn't want any part of whatever is happening.

"There's people Joel. Night patrol picked them up and brought em' in." Brett explains, "Could you just come take a look? Tommy said you got a good head for stuff like this."

"A good head for what?" Joel asks, doubtingly

"A good head for people," Brett says

Joel follows Brett towards the gates of Jackson. You trail behind him, Ellie a few paces behind you. He had demanded you stay back but of course your stubborn self followed him and Ellie right after you.

"How many?" Joel asks as Brett leads

"Two. One man, one woman." Brett says

"And they're clean?" Joel asks, thinking of how horrible it might get if they were infected.

"The dog let them right through, even licked the woman a few times." Brett responds

Joel nods and his eyes land on a group of Jackson's people, surrounding the newcomers. Some of them have guns out at least.

"Who was on patrol? I thought we weren't letting people in at night?" Joel asks

Brett lists off a few names. Fuzzy faces come into Joel's mind. Every single person on patrol tonight had to be under 25. Young and dumb. Too trusting for this world.

Joel takes a gun from a man he recognizes as Louis and motions for you and Ellie to hang back behind him and Brett.

The people in front of him look helpless. The woman is alarmingly skinny, perhaps it's the old dress she's wearing but she looks horribly malnourished. Joel honestly can't tell if she's even alive. Unconscious and slumped in the dirt, she looks like a corpse. The man looked a bit better, although it could just be his clothes hiding how skinny he was. He stands up when Joel looks at him, desperation in his eyes.

"Names," Joel says, his voice gruffer than it'd been in months.

"Please, we need food and water. It's been days." The man begs

"Names." Joel says again, "Where are you coming from?"

"Please..." The man begs again, "We don't mean any harm. We're both clean, that dog proved it before we entered!"

Joel hears Brett whispering behind him and before he can stop you, you brush past him, partially blocking the view of this stranger.

"I know his name."

Your voice is shaky, a tone Joel's never heard before takes over your vocal chords. Joel looks at the man whose eyes are on you now. A glint of recognition flashes across his face and even in the dark, illuminated by Jackson's streetlights, Joel can see his skin pale. You speak again, your voice barely a whisper in the dark as you stare at this man.

"Adam."

Next Part

I wrote a little Christmas imagine for Joel. It's not connected to this series but if you're interested, you can check it out right here.

And so I return with another chapter. I meant to write this sooner, I just got lazy and have been spending more time sleeping since the Fall Semester sucked my soul out of my body.

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[stevesgother]

ahhhhhhh there it is ! 💌 love letter officially deposited hehe

thank you sm for answering my inbox message and for taking in my request. Steve Harrington girlies forever and ever amen !!!

Pairing - Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

WC - 1.3k

Warnings - mention of character death, canon typical violence/gore, sad stebe, flangst, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, depictions of ptsd

Request by @sheisjoeschateau w/ the prompts - barely proofread. i'm really sick, cut me some slack

“The panic between thinking you lost them and the relief of seeing they are okay” + “Just please, don’t leave me.”

“Let me go!” You all but scream as Nancy holds you back by your waist from the squelching, pulsating gate in Eddie’s trailer ceiling.

“You can’t go back, it’s too dangerous!” Dustin tries to reason with you but his pleas fall on deaf ears. Eddie’s down there– Steve is down there. Your Steve. If they aren’t going to help them, then you will.

You know you’ll be apologizing profusely for this later– already thinking of ways you can make it up to her as you rear back, driving your skull into Nancy’s nose with just enough force for her to loosen her grip. When she stumbles back, you don’t waste the opportunity to grab onto the makeshift rope and hoist yourself into that dank, unforgiving hellhole.

Not nearly as agile as Steve, you land on your back with a harsh ‘thump!’ and realize with a stark clarity that Eddie must’ve moved the mattress. There are a solid ten seconds where you can’t seem to convince your lungs to suck in oxygen, and you lie there squirming uncomfortably until your alveoli start to inflate again.

You hobble out of the trailer with as much agility as you can muster, calling for Steve and Eddie all the while. A trash can lid with nails protrudes from the ground, surrounded by tiny scraps of clothing littering the dirt. Bile rises in your throat at the thought that they could’ve belonged to Steve.

“Eddie!?” You whisper yell, as not to bring unwanted attention to your location. You may be impulsive, but you’re not stupid. Screaming down here would be like ringing the dinner bell for interdimensional demons, “Steve!”

About thirty yards from the front door of Eddie’s trailer, you see a bloodied and bruised figure hunched over another mass. From this distance, they seem to be moving– a rhythmic rise and fall of broad shoulders.

Knowing exactly who you’re looking at and expecting the worst, you sprint to the huddle as fast as your appendages will carry you. Your lungs burn from the exertion of it, combined with the less-than-stellar quality of the air in this alternate dimension.

Steve is giving Eddie CPR, or at least attempting to. He’s badly injured himself– his lifeguard training never prepared him for something like this.

“Steve!” You grab his shoulders when you reach him, and one look at Eddie informs you that he’s gone, “Steve, we have to go, I’m sorry,”

Lost to his dissociative state, it’s hard to tell how long he’s been down here hunkered over Eddie’s dying form for. He barely acknowledges your presence, only muttering a weak ‘gotta save him.’

“He’s gone, Steve,” you manage to bite back the sob that threatens to spill through your lips like hot blood, “We have to go. Now.”

Using all your will and every ounce of strength you have left, you pull your best friend to his feet with a promise to come back and get Eddie when this is all over. The gashes in his sides are weeping and caked with dirt, infection will set in soon. You needed to get him to a hospital yesterday.

The leather of Nancy’s Mercury Grand Marquis is cold and biting at the bare expanse of your right thigh; your clothes having been torn to shreds earlier in the evening. Steve’s head lies motionless against your lap where he’s curled into a fetal position on the bench of the backseat.

“Are we almost there?” You ask Nancy for the fourth time. The Earth had split clean in two– at least it did in your sleepy town that you’d called home your entire life. The home you’d met Steve in. The home you’d almost lost him in.

“About four more minutes,” she called back from the driver’s seat, “traffics’ backed up, I promise I’m going as fast as I can,” she hits a particularly deep pothole and Steve groans as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

You run a soothing hand over his albeit grimy hair, “I know, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, Stevie,” you reassure, not even entirely sure he can hear you. You’d talk to Steve forever. In life or in death– in disaster or in peace. Whether he could hear you or not.

Nancy came to a halting stop in front of the Hawkin’s Memorial Hospital’s emergency room entrance. Despite being brushed off by several hospital staff, she continues to demand for a gurney until a resident sidles one up to the car for Steve.

Without thinking twice, you try to enter with him– his hand locked tightly in yours.

“Are you family?” The resident asks in a scruffy voice as he narrows his eyes at you questioningly.

“I–” Yes. No. Kind of? Not the blood kind. But he has no other family, at least not in the way that counts. Just you, and this ragtag group of teenagers. “Yes.”

He doesn’t question you again as he ushers the two of you into the emergency room, and the on-call doctor assesses his injuries.

Four hours and fifty seven stitches later, Steve still hasn’t regained consciousness. The staff assures you that he will– but that they gave him an anesthetic and pain medicine that’s keeping him knocked out cold. You lay with your head resting against his hospital gown clad chest, still keeping a firm grasp on his calloused hand. You didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

A groan, not unlike the one he released in the car, breaks through the cacophony of hospital noises causing you to snap to attention. His eyes peel open slowly and one at a time– a look of recognition and fondness passing over his features when he realizes it’s you. His voice cracks with misuse as he says your name.

“Steve. You’re okay,” you try not to disturb his web of hospital wiring and stitches as you hug him a bit tighter.

“I’m okay,” he reassures you with a wobbly smile.

“I love you.” You blurt it out like it’s sour acid on your tongue– painful to keep it in for even a second longer.

He squeezes your hand, “I love you, too,”

“No, I–” you inhale a shaky breath, “I love you.”

“Oh…” he whispers, realization flickering across his features.

“I’m sorry– I know this is such shitty timing. Just, after everything, I mean I– I thought I was going to lose you before I ever got to say anything and I–”

“Hey–” he interrupts your rambling with a shaky hand to the apple of your cheek, “I love you, too,” he repeats the words in the same clarifying cadence as you did, causing you to crack a small smile.

“Let me go get the others,” you say as you get up, antsy to let everyone know he’s awake. But before you even have the chance to leave the chair, a firm hand grips your wrist.

You can see a flash of fear and the subtle well of tears above his lash line, “Don’t go,”

“Are you sure? They’re all really worried about you,”

“I’m sure just– just please, don’t go,” and the pleading look in his eyes crumbled what was left of your already deteriorating resolve.

“Okay, Steve,” you sit back down from where you were hovering over the uncomfortable plastic chair, “I’ll stay. I’m right here.”

Steve scoots his body close to the edge of the hospital bed, and you lie down next to him with an arm around his torso. The warmth of the embrace and the release of a ten-year-long breath is enough to lull you both into a peaceful sleep.

divider credit @cafekitsune

[rorasjournal]

Comfort in shadows | Azriel

lil short azriel fluff to start off my journey on tumblr hehe

pairing: azriel x reader

synopsis: y/n is stressed out about her responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can soothe her anxiety

word count: 819

warnings: none really, maybe some light man handling

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The balls of my knuckles turn white as my grip on the terrace rails tighten while I stare out at the night swept view of velaris laid out in the distance, anxiety plaguing my mind. I've been trying to distract myself from all the thoughts gushing around for the past hour, but nothing has been working.

There's just too much going on right now, too much that I feel the need to deal with all on my own, and I'm fucking tired.

Whispering shadows cling to my skin, dancing along my body before strong arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against a familiar chest.

"It's cold out here," Azriel mutters, tucking his face into the crook of my neck and pressing a soft kiss there. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against his shoulder.

"I know."

"So why are you out here?"

When I don't reply, Azriel spins me around, sandwiching me between the rail and his body and forcing our gazes to meet. "What is it?"

I don't want to talk about any of it, especially not to Azriel. He's always so calm and collected, dealing with his responsibilities with so much grace and without complaint. I don't know how to be like that. "Nothing."

He lowers his face to mine, our noses brushing together and pulling the air from my lungs as he whispers, "I thought we were done with the lies."

"I'm not lying," I insist, ultimately webbing myself up in more deception regardless of the fact that Azriel clearly sees straight through me. He doesn't even need to use his shadows to figure me out.

A breath passes through his nose before he scoops me up, dangling me over his shoulder and walking inside while I yell out in detest.

"Put me down, asshole!"

"Gladly," he says, flipping me so my back hits the mattress of our bed. He's on top of me in a flash, his mouth attached to my neck as he sucks on my sensitive skin. My breathe hitches in my throat, a hand instinctively reaching to his head and threading my fingers through his dark hair. "What's going on?" he asks again, mumbling the words against my neck as he continues his work.

So that's what he's doing. Azriel is turning my mind to mush so he can get an admission out of me. Slick bastard.

Smart bastard though.

"I just—" I'm not sure if I'm struggling to get the words out because I don't want to say it out loud, or because his tongue is running up the base of my neck. "I'm stressed out, I don't know. Rhys wants me dealing with the Autumn Court and Beron is just such an asshole, I don't know how to handle all of this at once."

Pulling away, Azriel looks at me with furrowed brows. "Why was that so difficult for you to tell me?"

I turn my cheek against the mattress to avert my gaze, but Azriel grips my jaw, forcing me back.

What is with him and male-handling me today?

"Can you not see how it would be embarrassing admitting that I'm overwhelmed to the spymaster, the shadow singer who always keeps his head level, who always knows what's going on and how to deal with it?"

With a sigh, Azriel sits up, grabbing one of my hands to urge me up as well.

"I think you of all people should know that I've lost my cool a few number of times.”

“Yeah, a few," I reply with a roll of my eyes. "That's a few hundred less than me."

The corner of his mouth ticks up. "Y/n."

"Azriel."

That just makes his smile grow. "You know it's okay to ask for help, right?" he whispers, tenderly tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear as I lean away. "Especially from me."

"But that's my point, I shouldn't need to ask for help. I should be able to deal with this on my own like everyone else does."

"There's not one person in this court that hasn't needed assistance from the others at one point or another, and I'm pretty damn sure you should know that considering it's usually you that's doing the assisting." He chuckles. "You don't even realise you're doing it, do you."

I sigh, leaning over and resting my forehead on his chest as he drapes an arm across my shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"You're the strongest person I know, that's not going to change just because Beron is pulling your strings."

"I wish you didn't always sound so wise, it makes it hard for me to not listen to your advice."

His chest rumbles as he laughs quietly. He completely scoops me up into his arms, dragging me onto his lap as he whispers, "I will always be that reassuring voice in your ear."