#& i say girl voice because sometimes when it happens it's closer to my speaking voice which apparently passes well enough as fem
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ajax x vamp!reader who turns into a bat & cuddles up to ajax whenever she’s anxious & he either keeps her on his beanie (comfy for her), on his chest (if he’s lying down), in his hands or in his jacket pocket<3
I really hope you like this bc I do, this request was too cute. This isn't really a blurb but it's not a full fic either. Would this be considered a drabble? Mini-fic?
“JAX! AJAX! HELP ME!” Ajax turned his head at the sound of me wailing through the courtyard, the few people around turning their heads to look at me — the girl who was sprinting full speed towards her boyfriend.
I didn’t slow down as I grew closer, causing me to tumble into him as he wrapped his arms around me. A puff of air left his lips as I crashed into his chest. I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath while moving in his arms to try and look behind me.
“What’s wrong?” He chuckled, looking down at me. My eyes were wide and my lips were parted, I probably looked crazy and paranoid and, in a sense, I was.
“I was looking for Wednesday in her and Enid’s dorm-” I started, speaking through labored, deep breaths. “-And I accidentally broke one of the keys on her typewriter when I almost tripped over Thing because I didn’t see him and now Wednesday is power walking after me like Micheal Myers and she looks like she wants to kill me-”
“Slow down...” He coaxed, rubbing one hand up and down my back for comfort. “You gotta calm down before-”
“Y/n.” A flat, feminine voice perked up from behind me. Ajax and I were too busy talking to one another that neither of us noticed Wednesday, in all of her dark glory, approaching us. At the sound of her voice, knowing she was most likely mere inches behind me, I gasped and all of sudden I was out of Ajax’s arms and floating mid-air.
Shit.
Ajax sighed and tipped his head to the side to look at Wednesday. “Look at what you did.” He said exasperatedly, throwing his arms out.
The girl simply quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “This? Has nothing to do with me. She damaged my typewriter. I didn’t even know she could do…” She examined by small, winged, floating form. “This.”
“It’s not by choice.” Ajax informed the girl, cupping his hands for me to land in them. I flew over to his joined palms and rested in them. “Not all the time anyway. It happens when she gets anxious. I’ve been trying to help her, though. This is a small setback…”
Wednesday scanned me with her eyes for a few more moments before blankly shrugging her shoulders. “Well, I apologize for startling you.” She spoke, then pointed her finger at my figure in Ajax’s hands. “But you will fix my typewriter.” She said sternly before turning on her heel and walking away.
Then Ajax was lifting his hands to his eye level, me turning around to face him. “Y’know, I know this sucks for you,” He started. “But you’re really cute like this. Not saying you’re not cute all the time-”
I put my head down and shook it in disappointment. “Don’t shake your head at me, I was being nice.” He said in his defense. Sometimes, I wish I could speak like this but unfortunately, that doesn’t come with the perks of being a vampire.
Suddenly, the bell was ringing and only then did I realize the school day was still ongoing which meant that-
“I know you hate this…” Ajax started, pity in his eyes. I could feel my tiny bat ears fall and my eyes fall sad. He was going to have to put me in his pocket until I changed back — which would take a few hours seeing as I still had no control over it. He looked up and around to see the swarms of students coming out of their classes to go to the next.
Looking back at me, he had a sorry expression on his face. “I love you. Sorry.” Was all he said before he gently slid me in his pocket. It wasn’t uncomfortable or unfamiliar. It was just nerve-wracking because when he first started to carry me around like this, he forgot I was in his pocket one time and threw his jacket into his hamper.
It was actually quite comfortable there. It was warm and soft and surprisingly easy to breathe.
It wasn’t long before Ajax settled down into class, where I was supposed to be as well. Quietly informing the teacher of my predicament as to not tell the whole class, an act which I silently thanked him for before dozing off in his pocket.
I WOKE UP, STILL IN THE COMFORT OF AJAX'S POCKET, TO THE FEELING OF FINGERS INVADING THE SPACE. Realizing that class had probably ended long ago, along with the school day, I crawled into the hand and held steady as Ajax introduced me back to the comfort of the outside — the sun beaming in my sore, tired eyes as I shielded them with my wings.
He seemed to be standing in the yard near where the Poe Cup is held, his usual spot to meet up with Xavier after school.
Speaking of the devil, said boy was making his way over to us. His eyes squinting in confusion the closer he got, trying to decipher what Ajax was holding in his hands. When he came to a stop in front of us, he was trying his best to hold back laughter.
Even in my current state, I managed to roll my eyes. You see, Xavier and I were friends but our friends would like to describe us as having a brother-sister type bond. However, this meant that Xavier tended to tease me and be a pain in my ass constantly.
“Again?” He wheezed out.
Ajax stood back shaking his head at his hysterical friend. I, however, decided that Xavier didn’t deserve to laugh at my misfortune. So, during his fit of laughter, I took off from Ajax’s hand, him desperately reaching for me and having no idea what I was up to, and began to swarm around Xaviers head.
His laughter switched to him frantically trying to swat me away as Ajax was the one laughing now and I would be too if I weren't, y’know. I wanted to annoy Xavier as much as possible, flying by his ears, messing with his hair.
“Jax, man, get your murderous girlfriend!-” Xavier pleaded, still swatting aimlessly.
“Alright, alright,” Ajax started, shaking off his amusement as he motioned his hand to wave me back over. “I think he’s got it, love.”
Stopping my harmless assault on the artistic boy, I made my way back to Ajax, perching myself on the top of his beanie as Xavier stood back fixing his hair, shooting me a playful glare. “I will see you and your vicious animal later.” He said in mock-anger before heading off.
I couldn’t see his face but I could tell his eyes were looking up, trying to look at me on top of his head. “Y’know he’s going to kill me for that, right?”
Even though he received no response, he chuckled and moved his head around a bit, signaling me to move onto another part of him. I chose his shoulder. “I can’t wait until you change back. You're going to make me public enemy number one.”
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a/n: i was bored and i’d like to thank @kxmisato for giving me this idea. it really helped me out of my writers block 😁, so thank you ren. i also love hanma, so yeah pls enjoy this horny idea.
pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader
warnings: modern au, college au, nsfw, smut, mentions of high school but reader and hanma are both in college, brief choking, breeding kink, mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (princess, baby, doll, babydoll), unprotected sex, hanma is reader’s brothers best friend, mentions of cigarettes.
dirty secrets ft. hanma shuji
Your older brother’s best friend.
It all started when you were about fourteen years old.
Your older brother was about two years older than you. He was a junior in high school while you were a freshman. Many people often knew who you were because of your brother and how popular he was on campus. He gained the attention of many girls and some of them even tried to befriend you so they could get closer to your older sibling. It bothered you, a lot. It was also awkward when people would straight up tell you how attractive he was or how they wanted him to hook up with them. At times, you never knew how to respond and simply walked away from them. You were very much disturbed by their words and wanted to disappear after those conversations.
However, things changed when you were introduced to your brother’s best friend.
Hanma Shuji.
When you first met him, you were astounded at how attractive he was. He was taller than you by several inches, tattoo’s covered his hands, and he had a variety of black and blonde colored hair. He was a classic bad boy. He ran around campus ditching his classes or spending his Friday nights drinking and getting high with his friends until the sun came up. He easily attracted you the second he walked through the door of your home.
Your small crush turned into a big one as the years passed. Hanma and your brother became so close that they attended the same college with one another. With that fact being at play, Hanma was always hanging around at your place. You often tried to avoid him, but sometimes he’d run into you and try to spark up conversations.
You could hardly look into those honey eyes of his. Talking to him sent you over the edge from how delicious his voice sounded in your ears. He was such a sweet talker. You weren’t that surprised when you heard that some of the girls in your class had slept with him. Secretly, you envied them. This was Hanma Shuji of all people. He was practically every girl’s heartthrob and they got the chance to see him with his clothes off? They were luckier than any other person on the planet.
Years passed, and you were now nineteen.
You attended the same university as your brother. Your mother and father both agreed it’d be a good idea, because if something were to happen to you, there was someone on campus that could help you. As much as your older brother despised it, he dealt with it since he wouldn’t hear the end of it from your parents if he disagreed.
This also meant you saw Hanma often.
Hanma had completely changed in college. He grew slightly taller, and his hair had begun to slightly curl at the ends. He had grown it out so it was no longer sticking up at the top of his head. He also had started smoking cigarettes. You discovered that fact after attending some sorority party, and seeing him with the cancer stick between his lips. He looked just as intimidating as he did when you first met him, but he also had a mysterious aura surrounding him now.
Despite being near each other, you both never talked. Hanma knew who you were and you knew who he was, but you never spoke a single word to one another. You didn’t know if it was because maybe he wasn’t interested or if possibly he didn’t care enough to speak to you. You didn’t really mind much, but it was so weird seeing him when you used to say hello to him all the time at your home.
However, you were much older now. You weren’t some fourteen year old freshman who became shy any time a boy looked in your direction. You knew those feelings would fizzle out eventually for Hanma. He’d hardly give you the time of day, so it didn’t really matter to you in the end.
You were sure of this, so damn sure.
Well, you weren’t so sure now, considering the situation you had found yourself in.
Right now, you were underneath that same man you had a crush on all those years ago. His thick cock kissing at your g-spot, making you squeal in pleasure from how fucking amazing it felt. It was so much better than you imagined. You didn’t think you’d ever gain the chance to feel such ecstasy. All of the girls in your class were right. Hanma Shuji was really a dream in bed.
Hanma intertwined his fingers with yours as he fucked you, keeping up with the hard pace he had originally started with. “F-Fuck.. yeah, just like that, baby. Keep calling my name..” he cooed, peering down at you with pure lust in his golden eyes.
Your body felt like it was on fire. You were well aware that your brother was downstairs, drinking with all of his friends. Part of you was so fucking scared that he’d come up there and find the two of you in the bedroom, but it was too good to for you to even think about stopping. Hanma was doing everything right. He made you feel like you were on the moon from how great his thrusts were. “H-Hanma! Oh, god.. it feels s-so good!” you blubbered, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blade.
He looked like a god up above you. His pretty features were lined with sweat. A sly smirk rested on his face while he watched your fucked out face crinkle with pleasure. If only you could see yourself from his point of view. He wished he had been recording, because you were such a fucking sight like that. “Yeah..? You feel good, princess?” the hand with sin on the back reached to wrap around your throat. “You’re so fuckin’ dirty.. letting your brother’s best friend fuck your little cunt while he’s downstairs..”
Your walls fluttered around his cock from his dirty talk. He was driving you to almost your limit from his actions.
You weren’t sure how the two of you even ended up like this. He was just escorting you to the bathroom and that was it. He even waited out there so nobody would try and creep on you, but you eventually ended up in the bedroom. You partially blamed it on the fact that you had a few sips of a drink before going up there, but you didn’t think he’d be bold enough to make a move on you.
All you knew was that you were in heaven, and you didn’t want this to end. Fuck, you had been craving this moment since you first met. You remembered the times where you’d go back to your dorm and fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining it was his dick filling you up. However, your fingers didn’t compare to the thickness of his cock.
Hanma groaned as he felt you tightening around him slowly. You were bound to be close now, and he was determined to give you the best High you’ve ever had. “Gonna cum, doll? I wanna feel that pretty pussy let go.. all for me.” he purred, using his free hand to play with your swollen clit. “Been wantin’ this pussy for years now..”
That fact only made you inch closer to your orgasm. He was intoxicating you so much to the point where your brain became foggy from the euphoria. “Hanma..! Oh, shit! I’m c-close!” you felt the knot inside of your belly tightening with each thrust. It was becoming unbearable. You could feel tears brimming at your lash line from how great it felt.
Hanma smirked, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He gave your throat a small squeeze then leaned down towards your ear to speak to you. You were so pretty whining underneath him like that. “I’ll make you feel really good, babydoll, I promise.” he said. “Scream my fucking name when you cum.. okay? Let the whole house know who’s making you feel good..”
Your head nodded vigorously at his request. Suddenly, his pace picked up, causing your eyes to roll back from the pleasure. You could hardly contain the moans that fell from your lips. He was driving you insane. Why didn’t you make a move sooner? If you knew he’d treat you this way, you would have taken your chances when you first arrived at college.
As your orgasm drew close, your voice grew louder and louder. It was almost like you were calling his name like it was a prayer. “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, Hanma! Hanma!” you cried, feeling the coil inside of your belly snap.
Hanma grunted when your walls squeezed his cock. A white ring of cream covered the base, making him smirk. Calling out his name only gave him the confidence to fuck you so good you won’t want anybody else than him. He desired you for so fucking long. He wasn’t about to let some other guy try and take over. He wanted you, and he was going to make sure he’d make you his. He didn’t give a single fuck what your damn brother said.
He leaned towards your face, kissing you as he continued thrusting into you. He swallowed all of your moans as they slipped from your mouth. He truly adored you. “So good for me..” he said between kisses. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? Make this pussy mine.”
You made direct eye contact with him, shaking your head. “P-Please.. make me yours, Hanma.” you begged, brushing your fingers against his cheeks.
The sound of your pretty voice begging him to be filled only encouraged him to keep at it. He could feel his own orgasm creeping upon him. The pit in his stomach only grew larger. He could also feel his cock twitching inside of you, giving him the notice that he was close. He was gonna give you all he had. That’s what you deserved.
Grunting, Hanma’s hand went on one side of the pillow. He trailed the hand tattooed with ‘Punishment’ down your chest and towards your abdomen. Goosebumps appeared on your delicate skin from how his touch felt. You could feel the overstimulation taking over, turning your moans into whimpers and whines. It was like music to his ears. “Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” he said, looking deep into your pretty eyes.
“Cum inside me.. Hanma!” you moaned, letting your mouth fall open.
After a few erratic thrusts, Hanma groaned deeply as he reached his high. Thick, white cum painted your insides, filling your womb. You couldn’t help but whimper from how warm it felt inside of your cunt. He practically emptied his balls inside of you.
Panting, he lied down beside you. He made sure to keep his cock nice and snug inside of you so none of his cum slipped out and made a mess. He didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of that kind of clean up. He then reached over, pulling your body against his. The two of you were both sweating and the room was hot. You didn’t think you’d ever have this chance, but you didn’t have a single regret about the whole thing.
“Do you.. think he heard us?” you asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.
Hanma glanced down at you, brushing his hands against your waist. He smirked. “Probably.. but I could care less.” he replied. “We had a good time.. I think that’s all that mattered to me.”
You smiled, leaning your head against his chest. Maybe fucking your older brothers best friend had its perks. Maybe.. this could be your dirty secret.
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Broken Hearts, Healing souls - Mapi Leon
Based off this request
Word count: 2k
The door unlocked, followed by keys placed in a bowl and shoes being taken off but it didn’t make me turn my head .
“how was the party?”i asked bitterly, finally speaking up and turning towards my girlfriend. For now.
“It was good”she swallowed uncomfortably, feeling the tension in the room, but not knowing what it was from.
she could clearly tell I was upset though as normally when she would arrive home I would jump straight in her arms, showering her with kisses.
but it didn’t look like that was going to be happening anytime soon.before anything could be said I shoved my phone in her face .
“what’s this?”i ask sternly as she sucked in a breath.it was a picture alexia had taken at the party mapi had been at and while it looked pretty normal you could clearly see in the back mapi snogging a girl with red hair .
I was a brunette.
now I was very aware of mapi’s dating history which had scared me sometimes with insecurity knowing she would jump from one girl to the next after getting bored, but I was reassured I was different.but clearly I was only different because she thought she could jump to one girl to the next while we’re together .
“did you cheat on me?”i whisper looking up at her .
“y/n..”she mumbled and I stood up abruptly and my heels clicked against the floor as I walked closer to her .
“no, mapi it’s a simple question.did you cheat on me”I asked sternly taking a pause between each word .
“yes”she looked down at the ground full of guilt as I gasped taking a step back. I was expecting it, of course but hearing it was come out of her mouth was a different story.
I was baffled to say the least, I had no idea what to say, I couldn’t even look her eyes.this certainly wasn’t the woman, I thought she was and fell in love with .
“why?….why would you do this?to me?”i ask her, my voice cracking.her eyes flooded with tears, heart breaking from the pain in my voice.
“because…”
“because what, mapi”I cut her off sharply and she sucked in a breath.
“I don’t fucking love you, okay?!”She let out and I stopped for a moment, my body feeling frozen but in a numb way before I exploded .
“Get out!Get out!Get out!GET THE FUCK OUT!”
4 years later….
I let out a shaking breathe as I stood outside the training centre with the Barcelona crest shining on the side of it .My hands shook with nerves while I kept taking deep breaths whispering, “you can do this”,over and over .
Transferring to Barcelona wasn’t one of my plans but despite all the nerves moving clubs gave me a specific one stuck in the back of my mind making me shudder .
More like a specific someone.
“hi y/n, you okay?”i opened my eyes to seeing Jonatan Giráldez, my new coach standing in front of me .
“yes, I’m fine”lie. I put on a fake smile which he seemed to be convinced by as he nodded his head slowly at me .
“alright, cmon then, gotta get ready for your first training session”he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“alright girls, this is y/n”Jonatan said, introducing me to the team before he sent me off to go join them .I was overwhelmed slightly as all the girl surrounded me, introducing their names all at once which I certainly wouldn’t remember.
“hi y/n”mapi said i internally rolled my eyes, I couldn’t believe she was doing this right now. I couldn’t be arsed to have to deal with her.I pretty much ignored her though, only giving her a smile as we started some drills and despite everything happening, god was on my side and I luckily wasn’t paired up with mapi.
“hey, you okay?”marta whispered to me with a curious smile as she was stood next to me.my eyes were burning into the back of mapi’s head as I watched her .
I knew I technically in this moment she hadn’t done anything wrong yet. She just made me unbelievably angry for no reason at all but the girl did cheat on me .I tried to pick out all the things she did that disgusted me but they were all lies.she just looked so undeniably gorgeous.
“yeah, I’m fine”i said focusing my gaze away from the fake blonde. stop it, y/n you can’t go back there.
I caught mapi’s eyes from across the pitch which caused me to shudder. she smiled at me though, unexpectedly but I turned away making her smile falter as I passed the ball back to Laia.
••••
I sat in the corner of the locker room, my eyes closed as I silently cried and hugged my knees against the chest.
training had been over and done with and as well as it went and I couldn’t wait to have my debut for this team, my heart hurt, more than ever .
I was convinced pretty much everyone had gone home by now, if someone was here they would’ve came in by now and the locker room was pretty much empty.
suddenly I heard footstep but I ignored them, resting my head against my knees until I felt a hand tapping my shoulder and sitting down into the spot next to me .
“hey, you okay?”the voice made me freeze up. I knew that voice all too well.
“why do you want?”I looked up at her and her eyes widened seeing my blotchy and blood shot, red eyes.
“please y/n, just tell me what’s wrong, I know I hurt you but I still care for you”she said with a sympathetic gaze directed at me .
I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall behind me. “I hate it here”i mumbled .
“no you don’t”she dismissed and I raised an eyebrow at her .
“how would you know?”I asked her with a bit of sass laced in my voice .
“y/n please, I dated you for four years, I know what your like and I was watching you today, believe it or not and you didn’t look like you hated it, you fit in with the team really well”i sighed in frustration, rubbing my hands against my face .
“what��s really going on?”she asked placing her hand on my shoulder before I pushed it off, turning to her .
“I hate it because you are here!”i exclaimed, now being nose to nose with her .
“I-I don’t understand”she shook her head confused and I groaned .
“well learn to maps, I had buried my feelings for you so hard in my heart when we broke up because you hurt me so much yet I’ve never loved anyone that much and seeing you here today, four years later, I fell in love all over again and I don’t think I can do it”i shook my head, wanting to scream into my pillow and cry.
“oh y/n”mapi leaned down and for some reason I didn’t recognise the look on her face as she cupped my cheeks .
“please don’t touch me, mapi”I flinched, forcing myself to look away from her .
“y/n I”she started but I cut her off.
“no, mapi, I can’t do this, if I keep looking in your eye I will fall in love all over again and I can’t go through that, it’s too painful”i turned my head to the side and biting my lip, to stop myself from bursting into tears.
“y/n, I’ll never hurt you again, I promise you”she said grabbing my chin again, and I let her this time.
“how do I know that?”I asked naïvely .
“because y/n, I still love you”she confessed and I closed my eyes shut in fear.
when I didn’t respond she carried on. “it’s true and you might hate me even more but I don’t care, you need to know. All the girls?their nothing compared to you.nothing.I’ve never liked any of them the way I love you”.
“mapi”she knew I still wasn’t convinced.
“y/n, I’m not asking you to get back with me and sleep next to me tonight all I’m asking is for a second chance, it was four years ago, I’ve changed which may be hard to believe but I want to get you to earn my trust again”I was slowly easing to her way but I still wasn’t sure.
“I don’t know, mapi”I shook my head but she didn’t seem to be giving up.
“mi amore, please? just take it one step at a time yeah? and in the end you can choose alright? so how about coffee?tomorrow?”she asked with a hopeful.
“y-yeah, I can do coffee”i nodded making her smile .
“Perfect. I’ll drive us there after training okay?that sound good?”she asked and I nodded.
“I’ll see you tomorrow y/n”she was careful as she pulled me into a small hug, kiss my forehead and leaving the room after picking up her stuff.
••••
“hi y/n, you alright?”mapi asked me as we met up outside the car park and I nodded silently adjusting my kit bag on my shoulder.
“great, let’s go, if your ready of course?”she asked as I nodded again, she was still very wary of me.
“yeah, I’m ready” I whispered as we headed to her car and she drove to the cafe. the whole car ride was silent with me leaning my head against the window, the radio on as Mapi drove to the cafe she was familiar with, which didn’t take too long to get here.
once we had arrived, she quickly opened the door and got out of the car but as I moved to do the same, in a flash, she was there opening the door.
“for the lady”she smirked and I got out chuckling shyly. I muttered a small thank you as we headed towards the cafe.
The bell rang as we entered the cafe a few heads turning toward us which we didn’t mind our business with.
“Is this okay?”she asked, pointing to the small two people's table in front of the window.
“yeah, this is fine” I said sliding into my seat.
“Okay, I’ll go order for us what would you like?” she asked me, leaning against the table.
“umm, cappuccino please” I smiled and she nodded walking to the counter to order our drinks.
I sighed as I watched her walk away, god I hated her I mean hated her .I hated the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she dressed today, how she looked, why did she have to look so beautiful and most of all I hated the way she looked putting the heart she broke back together with her kind gestures.
“here you go”I was brought out of my trance with my cappuccino plane in front of me. mapi sat down opposite me and sipped on her green tea.
“you okay?”she asked and I nodded, sipping on my hot drink after blowing on it to lower the temperature.
“I’m fine” I mumbled, placing my cup down on the table.
“Can I?”she asked apprehensively as she reached to grab my hands. I nodded slowly as she took them on her own.
“y/n, I just wanted to say, I’m really sorry for what I did and I will never stop apologising because to be honest I’m lucky you're giving me this chance cause I don’t deserve it but I have to try, cause I never stop thinking about you,” she said breathlessly.
“mapi, hey, you did hurt me a lot, but I’m not closing this off, I can see you actually care and that your putting effort in” I reassure her cupping her cheeks and she leaned into my hands.
“really?”she whispered and I nodded with a smile, it was the first time I had smiled around her in a long time.
“yeah, I’m not saying you're forgiven but this is the start of a new us and trust me I would’ve said no if there weren’t feelings still there.
“Okay, yeah I understand, but just know this is gonna work y/n, I know it, I’m gonna fight for us” she stoked my cheek making me smile.
“so wanna go back to my place?”she said cheekily as we stood up wrapping her arm around me.
“Hey, don’t be too pushy now” I smiled making her laugh as we walked out of the coffee shop with my head on her chest.
It was the start of something new.
Two fics in one day?me?never
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Shrapnel
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: “Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.” — Lois Lowry, The Giver aka a person from your past finds their way back [2.3k]
Warnings: pregnancy, a problematic ex, jealousy, talks of Jane, ✨feminine rage✨, language, threats of canonical violence
You're holding Joel's hand while walking through Jackson when it happens. He's not usually one for PDA, but since you found out you're pregnant, he almost always has a hand on you. He squeezes you when a voice calls out to you. You have a doctor's appointment later in the day and got through your unremarkable early morning patrol shift. You're much more interested in debating baby names with Joel than talking to anyone else, but the shouting gets more persistent. At first, it's just your first name, but as the sound gets closer, your maiden name gets tacked on. Nobody's called you by your maiden name in years. It's enough to make you turn with furrowed brows and frustration building in your chest.
It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the person in front of you, but once they do, you're stunned into silence. He's aged— wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, gray at his temples, and a slight limp in his gait. He's definitely not the teenage boy you once knew. You subconsciously drop Joel's hand and take a step back to fully process the man in front of you.
"Matt?" You breathe, and he smiles.
"Hey," he says. "I can't believe you're… here and alive."
"Yeah, I could say the same to you. What are you doing in Jackson?"
"My group trades out here sometimes. I've never seen you here before, though." He says. How the fuck could Maria not tell you about the smuggler who looks a scary amount like the little girl in the photo on your desk? Maybe she didn't know. Jane never had his last name. There's no way she would've known. "What are you doing here?" He turns the question around.
"We live here." You say and raise your hand to rub Joel's back. His shoulders are tense under your touch, but you each relax at the familiar affection. Matt looks between you two, and you recognize the slight puffing of his chest. Matt's body has changed with the apocalypse, muscles and scars peeking from his sleeves, but Joel is broader and a good head taller than him. Joel doesn't even blink at the peacocking.
"You gonna introduce us?" Matt asks, gesturing to Joel.
"Uh… yeah. Yeah, this is my husband, Joel," You look up at Joel and nearly choke on your next words. "Joel, this is Matt, Jane's dad." Joel's face falls at the sudden connection. You can see him scrambling for something to say, but a light tap on your shoulder stops him. Like the patron saint of horrible timing, Ellie appears at your right. Matt looks over her in awe, and you immediately want to tuck her away from sight. "Joel, can you take her home?"
He stares at you, a protective glint passing through his eyes, and you give him a minuscule nod. He clears his throat and jerks his head at Ellie. The unspoken communication is understood, and she falls back enough for your blood pressure to drop to a reasonable level. He pecks your lips before holding a hand out to Matt.
"Nice to meet you, man." He says, and Matt meets him halfway, grimacing slightly at Joel's grip.
"Likewise," Matt says. Joel gives you one last look as he walks away. You watch him and Ellie bump shoulders and get further and further away from you and Nugget, Joel's nickname for the baby still developing under your heart. When you pry your eyes from your family and look at Matt, he smiles politely. "Should we talk?" You don't trust yourself to open your mouth and speak, but you nod and lead the way to the Tipsy Bison.
The Tipsy Bison is emptier than usual, something you're silently grateful for. Town gossip didn't end with Cordyceps— something you and Joel are more than familiar with— and you don't want to give anyone material for rumors. Matt gets a plate of food while you grab a glass of water and snag a table towards the back of the room. Once he settles across from you with his plate, you're not sure what to say or do. What do you say to the father of the kid you had at sixteen? The kid he abandoned?
"What've you been up to?" He asks, breaking the ice and making you chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "Besides getting married." There's enough bitterness in his voice for you to hear it and roll your eyes.
"That's normally what happens when you don't see someone for over twenty years."
"C'mon, let's not do that."
"Do what?" You snap, and he gestures vaguely between you.
"Fight. I'm not gonna ask you for anything," I'm not gonna ask for her back. "I'm just happy you're alive and safe. I wanna know how you got here and what's been going on with you guys. Can you just, I don't know… let me in?"
Something stupid, vulnerable, and fifteen in you wants to give in and tell him everything. Something else screams at you to run him out of town. You take a deep breath and a sip of water.
"I was a smuggler in the QZ back home for a few years before moving to Boston. That's where I met Joel." You say, and he nods, grateful for the information.
"Joel seems like a good guy."
"He is," you say. He takes a bite of food, and uncomfortable silence falls over you. You wonder if he can spot your barely there bump under your thick jacket and if he would even say anything if he did. He barely gave you any attention when you were pregnant with Jane. You doubt he'd see anything now. "How long have you been smuggling?"
"About ten years. I used to do the FEDRA jobs before I met the people in my group. It's better money, and I get to travel with them."
"What QZ did you end up at?" You ask. He gives you the name of another QZ about a six-hour drive from your hometown. He tells you he was visiting a friend when Outbreak Day happened and never made it back. Why would he? He didn't have anything he cared enough to come back for. You tell him about getting to the local QZ and staying there, conveniently leaving out details about Adam, hit jobs, and midnight star gazing. Once you're done, he stares down at his plate, moving food around with his fork as he thinks.
"That girl," he starts, and your heart clenches. "Was she-"
"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. "No, she's not. Her name is Ellie. Joel and I adopted her a few years ago."
"So, where's Jane? She's… how old is she?" He asks. Your hand instinctually lands on your small bump under the table, a nervous habit you picked up from your first pregnancy.
"Twenty-five."
"I can't believe that. What's she like?"
"Matt…"
"I know I don't have the right to ask or even be here, but I wanna know about her. If you don't want me to meet her, that's fine. I won't argue with you. I just wanna know if she's happy. Well-adjusted, especially after everything. That's all." His words are too little, too late. How dare he act like you kept her from him when he never came around in the first place. Like suddenly he's Father of the Year, and you're the bitch baby mama who never gave him a chance.
"She's dead." It stings as it leaves your mouth, and you watch the weight of the words smack him in the face. His fork falls from his hand, and his eyes search your face like he's trying to determine if you're lying or playing a mean joke on him. You don't know what he finds in your expression, but it's enough for all his breath to leave him.
"W… what? What happened? When?"
You give him bits and pieces. You tell him about Mrs. Carmichael and the school, but you don't tell him how far you were from the QZ or why you couldn't return to your original, much closer trading post. You tell him you buried her but not where. You tell him you went after the Fireflies who detonated the bomb but not how you bled information from them until you were shaking from rage and grief. By the end of it, he's pale and wide-eyed, but his hands are steady.
"I should've been there," he says, and you want to agree, but then he keeps talking. "I could've protected her better or kept her safe or, I don't know. Maybe things would be different." Protected her better. What the fuck could he have done that you didn't? How would he have kept her safe? By keeping her from her peers, learning, and the sliver of hope embedded in her favorite books? By locking her away and controlling her every move like he tried with you?
"What would've been different, Matt?" You ask, decades of anger and annoyance bubbling up to the surface. "You? Us? Give me a fucking break. There's nothing you would've done to protect her. You weren't ready to be anyone's father, let alone hers."
"But you think you were?"
"The second I saw those positive tests, I knew I could. For ten years, I was ready to give her anything and everything. For ten years, I took the shitty jobs and overdrew my bank account, and lost sleep trying to keep her alive. And what were you doing when I got kicked out of my mom's house and had nowhere to go? What were you doing when she had colic and couldn't stop crying? What were you doing when she needed someone to walk her into school every morning for a month because she was so scared?"
"I was a kid." He tries, and you laugh, dangerous and low.
"And I wasn't? I was Ellie's age when I had her. Joel was twenty-two when he had his daughter, and he was scared but still stepped up for her." At the mere mention of Joel, he rolls his eyes and pushes away from the table.
"We're talking about us and our daughter, not him."
"Oh, it's our daughter now? Now that she's dead, you want some kinda claim?" You ask. "You don't get to come into my town, ambush me, and then act like I'm the bad guy," he tries to open his mouth to argue, but you put a hand up to stop him. "And if you say anything else about my husband, I'll tie you to the back of my horse and drag you out of town. Do you understand me?" You ask, and he pauses like he's trying to figure out if you're serious, nodding when he realizes you are.
"Here's what's gonna happen: you and your group are gonna trade whatever you need to trade for, and then you're going to leave my town. You're not gonna say anything about this conversation to anyone, most of all my daughter, and if I catch you so much as looking at her again, I'll break your fucking neck. You can keep smuggling here but never speak to or about my family ever again. If I find out you're spreading lies about Jane or Ellie or even Joel, I'll-"
"Careful, you might run out of big, scary threats there, sweetheart." The unmistakable sound of you cocking your gun under the table clicks in the air. It's a miracle he's survived this long with that big fucking mouth and no observational skills. He swallows hard as you press the barrel of your gun into his kneecap.
"You wanna cut me off again, or do you need to learn a lesson?" You ask. He shakes his head, suddenly enthralled by whatever you could have to say. "Get the fuck out of Jackson." You push your gun against his bone hard, hard enough to make him hiss in pain, before removing it completely.
Then, silently and with his tail between his legs, he does what he does best. Turns his back and leaves. You're privy to the fact that this is similar to the first time he left. You were pregnant, he was pissed, and neither of you were necessarily happy with the situation. Except this time, you hold all the power. This time, instead of going back to a home you'd be kicked out of, you're going home to your husband and child. This time, your baby already has a father who loves them so much, and you still have six months until they're born. This time, you're not worried about the future because you have people who support and love you, no matter what.
And what is he returning to? A sleeping bag and the knowledge that he fucked up and probably will continue to fuck up until he gets it together or dies, whichever comes first. For the first time since he yelled at you and left you to fumble with the pieces at sixteen, you feel a sense of closure or, at least, victory.
Did you see that, Janey girl? You think when you walk outside and look up at the gray March sky. Do you see how I'm still protecting you? Do you see how much I still love you? Do you still feel it? A single, strong kick to your side seems as good an answer as any. You laugh and rub your hand over where you felt the tiny foot. For a moment, you realize you're the only bridge between Jane and this baby, that whatever cells Jane left behind in you are mixing with these new ones. And you're not religious, haven't been for a long time, but you pray they're able to know each other through you. You pray you're strong enough to do that for them. You pray one day you'll see Jane again, and she'll tell you how she was with you every step of the way.
Not yet, sweet girl, you think. Not quite yet.
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Rough night.
Mom/Daughter incest fluff
TW: lil bit of trauma talk
You're older now, yet you can't stop yourself from acting like a kid. You hold your stuffies to fall asleep, you dress in comfy pajamas that are more suited for someone half your age, and you still can't help wanting to cuddle up to mommy whenever you're not feeling okay.
You're scared she thinks you need to grow up. You worry that she'd rather have her little girl be someone who doesn't need to be held whenever she has a bad day. Sometimes, when she's not around you find it a little hard to be happy being yourself, and other times it's like that even when she's around.
One day, it's one of those "hard to be happy" days. The type where when you're supposed to be sleeping, you end up laying on your back while staring at the ceiling, perpetually feeling worse. Even though you know she can't hear you tell her, "I'll be right back" and "I'm gonna go go the bathroom." Both of which are lies you say just because it's hard to admit you're more scared and anxious than you probably should be, and you don't want to make her see her little girl cry.
You sit in the living room, flooding your face with tears upon tears, wondering why you're even crying at all. You know she's not there, but you say sorry over and over because you wanna be a big girl, one that she can love. It's an awkward mix of feeling like being alone is the worst thing in the world, but if anyone sees you, then you'll feel pathetic.
You keep crying, on and on, while trying to build enough stability to go back in the bedroom and fall asleep like nothing happened. It almost feels like it's over, the end of the worst panic attack in a while, but it finds itself coming back full force when you hear her voice asking, "What's wrong, baby?"
You try telling her, but it's too much of a struggle to speak. You can't even form the proper words, and that just makes you feel all the worse. Now, your mama sits right next to you, holding you close and trying to make you feel okay. The only thing her coddling does, though, is make you feel like you're doing something wrong with your life.
"I-I-I. . . I'm sorry, Mommy." The words sheepishly escape your lips while you focus on maintaining your breathing. "I want to. . . to. . . I want to be good for you."
"You are good for me, baby." She holds you closer, a loving embrace that makes you feel better as much as it makes you feel worse. "You don't need to apologize. I know you may not feel like it, but I think you're perfect for me, sweetheart." Her hand moves under your chin, moving your head so her eyes lock directly with yours. The love and care in her eyes make you melt like chocolate on a hot day. It never ceases to stop you and leave you speechless. "I love you because of the way you are, not because I want you to be any different. I love the way you love me, and I love the way that you're you."
Loves you because you're you.
The words keep floating in your head. The longer you think about them, the more it feels like you're gonna cry forever.
"I'm sorry for being like this, Mama. . ." You turn your head away. You feel if she looks at you for any longer, then maybe she'll fall out of love.
"If you were any other way, then I wouldn't love you even a fraction as much." She takes a second and lets out a light sigh. "Y'know the first few times we started sleeping together after you admitted you had a little crush on me, I felt kind of ashamed. . . I thought I'd be a bad mom if I kept doing that kind of stuff. . . But I never once stopped because it made me too happy, and I knew if I ever quit, I wouldn't find anything that'd make me that happy for the rest of my life. . . . I really do love you, baby."
"I love you too, mom." You wrap both your arms around her and hold her tight, wanting to never ever let her go.
She readjusts herself and lays down on the couch, her perfect little girl laying on her chest, holding her like her life depends on it.
Neither of you could be any happier if you tried.
After a long night, you finally find yourself able to get some sleep. It's damn good, too.
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The lies we'll tell: NMJ x Plus Size Fem! Reader
Summary: Being the secretary to a powerful CEO is no easy feat. But with his lingering dragon like eyes, things could get a bit more interesting.
Warnings: Possessive behavior, Smut, bit of fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, work place bullying and talk of diet culture. Also, very light editing done. FLITH.
Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)
A/N: Hi hi! This is my first story posting on here. I used to write a lot back then but I am just now getting back into the swing of things and I hope you guys enjoy~ <3 I am very nervous.
You spent the majority of your early morning in the bathroom trying to readjust your tight skirt. You had no idea why you let your best friend, Jia decide to pick out your clothes for today.
"Ah, shit," you whisper to yourself trying to bring it down more and more but the skirt keeps wanting to ride up your plump thighs.
"Why, why, why! Did I let Jia talk me into this," you whisper to yourself when you hear one of the stall bathrooms unlock.
A tall slender woman appeared. She's pale, short jet black hair that stopped right above her shoulders with a cute grey business casual outfit that complemented that pale skin. She looks at you through the mirror with all of the cookie cutter sinks lined up, washes her hands and reapplies her bright red lipstick.
"Such a shame," she says.
"Excuse me?" you ask.
"Oh? You heard that? Sorry, sometimes my thoughts slip out." She smirks, eyes rolling in disgust as she see's you keep struggling to pull down your skirt. "I was saying that it's such a shame . . . no more like a disappointment that our CEO hired you over me. I'm sure I'd be more of a prize to look at," she pauses putting her lipstick away in her bag and fixes her hair. "He pick someone who is supposed to keep up, how can you do that when you can't even keep up with yourself?"
Your face was red, boiling over with anger within you. Nari, Nari was a mean mean woman even when you first met her when you both were young interns. She has always had her sights on the CEO of Bangtan Corp. She was young money and blew it off while partying in her early twenties from the rumors you heard. Daddy is broke but still has connections which lead her, here . . . you about to rip her a new one.
"I'm sorry, last time I checked I'm the one close with the CEO? Not you? Huh, such a shame that your pretty little head still can't comprehend that. While I am struggling, I will and still will come on top. Don't you forget that," you snapped.
Her face is red, just about almost as red as that obnoxious red lipstick she has on. She quickly walks out of the bathroom, pushing past another woman. "Woah! Be careful, sheesh," the woman's voice shouts. It's a familiar voice. "Hey what happened with Narcissus over here?" Jia asks.
Tears sting your eyes and all you can do is hold onto the ends of your skirt still trying to pull it down. "Hey, hey! What's going on?" Jia asks while getting closer. You look up at her in the mirror. She is a bit tanner, long light brown hair she keeps into a ponytail with cute bangs to frame her face. She usually has light brown contacts in but today, her dark eyes are only focused on you.
"I'm sick of her shitty attitude towards everyone, I'm sick of people doubting my skills because I got picked to be Mr. Kim's secretary and most of all I AM SICK OF THIS SKIRT!" you couldn't help but shout a bit while trashing about.
Clearly over-stimulated, Jia shushes you while petting your hair. "Y/N, hey girl it's going to be alright, look at me!" she exclaims.
"No."
"Look at me, Y/N, I'm not playing games here."
You give in, facing towards her and away from the big mirror.
"First and foremost. Nari over here, that bitch. Don't worry about her, she can be a bully with her little group and keke all she wants but, it will not get her far, not with the high school mentality she has. Secondly, you speak three different languages, you were valedictorian in your collage and you can crush a cantaloupe with these thighs," she says, giggling while taking a good little slap to your inner thigh.
"And that's supposed to make me feel better, how?" you ask while rolling your eyes.
"Because! I was going to say before you interrupted me. Thirdly, you're hot."
"Oh come on now, you're ju-"
"Y/N, no I'm serious. Look at you," she says while she gets behind you and makes you face towards the mirror. "Look at how cute you did your hair today, your makeup is on point and matches so well with your dark navy blue skirt, long sleeve white silk blouse and your small pearl necklace you have on. You're too cute. I know you think your skirt . . . is a bit too short and I'm sorry for that. I just thought you needed to feel beautiful as much as you look right now."
There's a pause. You take a look at yourself, a really good look at yourself. You see how your curves are fitted well. How the black small belt holding your skirt is making your waist come in and how flushed your hips are. Your black sheer tights highlight your thick thighs and how your black chunky heels are making your back straighten, giving you that boost you need. To top it off, your breasts look perfectly round, the white blouse has a small little plunge showing the tops of them off, beautifully.
Jia takes notice and gives you a soft smile.
"Are we about to kiss?" you joke.
"No! But, I'm down if you are!" She laughs a hearty laugh all while you wave her off. You grab your large bag off of the sink counter and pull out a grey sweater. "Ugh no, please not the sweater," she says.
"While I appreciate you basically eye fucking me, this skirt is still inappropriate for work," you say. You wrap the light feeling sweater around your waist and tie the arms around the front of you. The longer part covers your bottom. "I have to schedule some meetings now. See you after work?"
Jia gives you her big smile. "Of course! Dinner at your place?"
"Dinner at my place," you agree. "Don't forget that wine I left at your place okay!" you say as you leave the bathrooms.
"What wine again!?" she yells.
* * *
The office space you've shared with Mr. Kim has always been so intimate. You were placed in a small waiting room and the doors that were almost immediately behind you, is where he resides. Like a dragon underneath a mountain with his pile of gold, gold like secrets you'd say.
It was around 12 p.m. About lunch time for Mr. Kim and yourself. You'd always have the kitchens below deliver his lunch to his office while you waited outside at your desk to eat yours. But this time, when you knock with hot soup and meat in hand, he doesn't answer.
You knock again, no answer. You wonder if you should just leave him a text message. No, you thought. From the first time you met him in your interview with him, to officially receiving the job - he has always told you, whenever you needed him, to go straight to him.
But you didn't need him, you just needed to give him his food. You stand there, feet firmly planted into the ground, your breathing getting shorter. What could go wrong, you thought. Just say excuse me, give him his food and get out of there.
You took a deep breath, knocked once more and let yourself in. The room is big, adorned with navy blue color painted on the walls with expensive monochromatic art pieces lined beautifully and two statues of white marble dragons in the corners by his big black wooden desk. The large ceiling tall windows, with the view of the city of Seoul really pulled the room together. You took a step further, your heels meeting the soft plush gray carpet that's in the middle of the white tile flooring. Two black leather facing his desk, the back of his own leather swivel chair, is faced away from you.
You take notice of a small glass cup that was empty but you can see the coloring of the recent drink he has recently drank, brown. Whiskey of some sorts you believe, knowing Mr. Kim has always texted you to buy whiskey for his clients who request meetings with him. You crept closer. Placing the hot soup with the meats onto the table, trying to not disturb him.
"Hi, Mr. Kim. Your food is ready," you whisper. No answer. You slowly move around the desk, to see if your CEO is still alive. But there he was, his beautiful tan skin, his plump lips and his black hair that framed his face oh so perfectly. He was asleep.
You linger for a moment, looking at him. He's wearing a two piece all blacked out suit. He looks tired to you. You know with all of the meetings in the last couple of days with international affairs, especially with trying to dip his toes into the music industry with a new artist can be difficult and it's finally caught up with him.
Seeing him sleep is peaceful to you. You could take a picture if you wanted to but all I can do is soak up the silence and his beauty.
"You know, if you're just going to stand there you might as well bring your lunch in here and join me," he says. You took a step back and see him sit up a bit while he opened his eyes. His dragon like eyes. They roamed your body as he casually licks his lips from what you assume the long nap he had. "A grey sweater? Are you cold, Y/N?"
You cock your head in confusion all while you look down and remember about the stupid sweater you had to wrap around yourself. "Oh! I am so sorry Mr. Kim. I had a wardrobe malfunction and I just needed a quick fix before trying to tackle all of the scheduling done for today," you say quickly.
"Is that so?" he says. "Well my proposal still stands, grab your lunch and join me. You're already here"
Your thoughts were racing. Oh no, I disturbed him. He's going to shred into me for invading his space, you thought. "O-Of course, sir," you say quickly exiting the luxurious room to your little desk outside. From under your desk was a mini fridge. You grabbed your chicken salad with your black ice cold water bottle and came back into the room with him.
He set one of the guest chairs closer to the large wooden desk, opened one of the boxes and began to blow to cool down his noodles. You quietly, place your lunch in front of him all while pulling out the chair so you sit down. Even when he is sitting up, he towers over you, you rub your legs together. He notices.
"Is that all you brought darling?" he asks. His words sending chills down your spine. A pet name.
"Yeah, I just really need to watch what I eat sometimes . . . I'm sure you noticed," you say, wanting to shrink into the leather seat.
"No, as a matter of fact. I notice the lunches you usually bring in. Have you been eating enough?"
You want to just disappear. It was so invasive, like he can see right through you. While it made you feel this way, you wanted him to pry more. You wanted him to know every part of yourself.
"M-Mr. Kim. I-"
"Namjoon, please call me Namjoon."
"Namjoon sir . . . I . . . uh, it's just been hard when hearing all the comments and people saying things towards me. I just want to make sure that I look good, to make you look good . . . sir."
You look at him, the dragon eyes are back. He's peering into your soul all while you feel so small. He leans forward, hands in front of his face, he cocks his head and sighs. You see how plump his lips are, how sharp his eyes are and how his hands . . . oh his hands and what you would give to feel them.
"I'm sorry, I said too much," you say to try to ease the tension.
"Nothing you say or do will ever make me look bad, darling. Why you should tell me who is making such remarks to my secretary."
Your heart flutters, you expect him to brush off the matter or to even shame you like others have. But, should you really give a name? Nari was an awful woman yes, but this was messing with her income if you were to interject. You hesitate. He notices.
"If you're worried about me firing them. I wouldn't do so, let me ease your mind," he says leaning back his chair, spreading his legs a bit farther apart, eyes still on you. "Give me a name and i'll make sure they will never bother you again."
This time, his voice rumbled in your bones. He meant it, you can tell he did. You open your mouth a bit, he leans in a bit more - awaiting your answer.
"It's this woman who was in the communications division with me from when I first started here as an intern . . . she was also one of the people running to be your secretary when we both saw the internal portal application."
"Ah," he says. Finally happy with your answer.
"You promise you won't get her fired or anything? As much as I dislike her, I don't fancy messing with people's money. That's not something I'd want to do to her."
"You have a good heart," he says, lifting out of his chair to move the food to the side. "Stand with me, Y/N."
Almost like an instinct, you stood with him. He motions for you to come to him and you did. You walk over to his side of the desk and he makes you both look out into the city.
"I read your file a while back, when I first hired you two months ago. Trilingual woman in her early twenties coming to a big hit company like mine. I was intrigued you know?" he says looking down at you.
"That I spoke three different languages? I don't think it's that impressive . . ." you trail off.
"That's not an easy feat, Y/N. You passed all of the communications tests with flying colors, me and my team gave you impossible tasks but you managed to outwit everyone and surprise everyone with how efficient you are. I had to see you."
You blush, you never realized how much at hand Namjoon put into the tests you and others had to make. You felt proud and if you could, you'd call your mom and tell her you made the CEO proud of you. You were beaming and loved the praise he gave you. He notices.
"And when I saw you . . ."
Oh no, here we go. All of a sudden your mood became sullen, he's going to tell you how disappointed he was when he saw you or whatever horrible thing.
"When I saw you, you took my breath away," he says.
"Wha-"
"You are so radiant. Genuinely such joy. I saw how you made your co-workers laugh, you made lunches for everyone and you're just so beautiful."
You felt as if this was a dream. Was the number one bachelor in all of South Korea, the CEO of one of the biggest companies . . . was complimenting you? Your mouth gap open, you took a step back to try to gather everything he just said. Your heart is racing as your face is turning red. He smiles.
"All while, you look great doing it."
That was your boiling point. You had to go, get out of here before he takes too much notice of how much you're unraveling in front of him. Before you could, you felt him behind you. You looked up to see in the big windows, a reflection of you two.
"You know what I see when I look at you?" he asks.
"I, umm . . . someone who can make you proud?" you ask. It was a dumb dumb response you thought to yourself.
"I see a beautiful, sexy young woman," he says while he unties the sweater around your waist and throws it to the side. You can finally see how big your hips are. While fully clothed, you felt exposed. His hands stay on your hips. "Now tell me, what do you see now?"
You wanted to rub your legs together again. Even from the sheer reflection of you two in the window, his eyes are only focused on you. You just nodded your head dumbly in hopes he understands what you're saying yes to.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk . . . use your words, darling."
Your breath hitches, you wanted to curl into a ball and wanted to run. He's seeing right through you, he's toying with you. He knows, he knows how bad you want him. The side glances you two give to each other for weeks and how you always straighten your back when he comes in and out of his office. He knows.
Namjoon was a man full of focus, his job, with his own projects and with his women. Once he saw you, he had to see what you were hiding underneath those clothes. Today was especially hard for him when he saw how short your skirt was and how your sheer black tights looked so snug on your thighs. He had to tear into you, no he needed to tear into you.
"I-I see you want to tear into me," you respond.
He smiles and brings his head in closer to your ear, "You'd be correct." You smile back at him, one of his hands is going for your waist while the other remains on your hip. "You're running the show, darling. Tell me when or when to stop."
Thousands of thoughts are running through your head, you should stop this. You have to stop this, he was your boss, your senior and someone who is much older than you. But the way your heat aches in between your legs, says otherwise.
"I want you to bend me over this table and have your way with me," you breathe out. He smiles, you see that malevolent smile. He kisses the side of your head.
"As you wish."
He hikes up your tight skirt as far as it'll let him, showing him the pink lace colored panties you have. You looked away from the reflection of you, but then his soft lips met yours. He deepens the kiss. He parts and you're breathless once again. His eyes peered into your soul.
"I need you to see how pretty you look," he says, slowly turning your head to the reflection. You cringe on how you look, your thick thighs and how the panties you have have already dampened from how wet you are. "Look at my pretty girl. So beautiful." You buck a bit at his words. Wanting him to touch you more. You needed more, more, more. He unbuttons your long sleeve blouse, one by one slowly making sure you're still looking. He throws your blouse across the room, showing your pink bra.
Your breasts were pushed up so deliciously for him but you were too worried about how your stomach looked, your arms went immediately to cover your mid section. Namjoon takes notice and lifts your arms up. His arms wrap around you.
"My baby looks beautiful, no matter what," he says. He comes from behind you, kneels in front of you and looks up. "Everything, every inch of you is beautiful." He hikes up your skirt more. He's kissing your knee, to lower inner thigh, to your upper thigh now. You had to lean against something, you were getting weak in the knees. You lean back against the large wooden desk as he lifts your left up and propped it on his shoulder. Kissing every inch on your inner thigh.
Your core was heating up, you wanted to beg him to stop teasing you. Namjoon looks up at you and smiles. His hands rides up your thighs all the way to your hips and back in between your thighs again. He goes for the outer layer of your sheer black tights right where your core is. You moan out as he rips the middle of them. Your pink panties in full view in front of him.
"You're this wet already, darling?" You face away until his voice brings you back. "Look at me baby." You turn to look at him. "You're not going to keep your eyes off of me," he says. You nod. "Use your words baby."
"Yes . . . sir," you say. You know you picked the right words because once you said that, he places thumb and glides it over your clit. You moan out softly. Keeping your gaze on him and he's watching you fall apart. He smirks as gently moves your pink panties to the side, getting a full view of your pretty pussy.
"Divine," he says while popping a finger in slowly. You moan out, feeling your slick dripping down your thighs. He's slowly reaching inside of you, making your squirm in his grasp. You wanted more, you needed more.
Another finger. His ring finger along with the middle finger inside of you slowly pumping in and out while his thumb grazed over your clit occasionally. You were unraveling, moaning his name, moaning swears. He found it amusing that you never broke eye contact with him, Namjoon needed to test you more.
In a swift motion, his plump lips attacked your core. You cry out and grip the table behind you. Needing some stability. "Ah fuck!" you cry.
His tongue is dancing around your clit and moving down to your hole where his fingers reside. You never break the view you're seeing. His dragon eyes peering into your soul like he wanted it. He wanted to take everything from you and make it his . . . and the way he was eating you out, you'd let him.
You feel yourself on the brink of coming. You had to let him know, let him know he makes you feel good. "N-Namjoon, I can't hold it anymore!" you scream.
He detaches and as he stares at you he says, "Be a good girl and finish for me."
You about lost it, his fingers pumping in faster with his tongue dancing now on your clit. You cry out. You run your fingers through his soft black hair, wanting to pull on it. You restrain yourself and simply press into him more. "I-I can't do it anymore. I'm coming!" you cry out feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your eyes rolling back and you fully lean on the desk.
He leans up to kiss you and you accept. You taste yourself on his tongue. It's so sinful, yet it feels so right. Both of your tongues dance in and out of each other's mouths. He begins to unhook your bra and throws it across the room. Your nipples are ready for him to play with. He looks down, kissing your neck, your chest and then down to your right breast. Popping your nipple into his mouth he begins to circle around your nipple and with his other hand playing with the other. Your knees buck but you also wanted to do something for him.
You made him look at you. He was taken a back. A bit surprised as you slowly descend down on your knees. Seeing the tenting in his black slacks. You peer up at him, his face filled with amusement.
"I want to also make you feel good," you say.
He smiles, he decides to lean back into his own swivel leather chair, spreading his knees apart. Inviting you in. "Go on then," he says.
You crawl to him, a sight he was happy to see. Your plump bottom is in the air and way your breasts bounce. He wanted to just say fuck it, grab you and fuck you on the floor. But he knows with a woman like you, you need time and he was so willing to give you plenty.
You crawl and finally plant your knees on the ground. You fumble with his thin black belt and his zipper but you got it down. His thick long hard cock sprang out almost hitting his stomach from just the sheer length he had. You swallow, a bit intimidated on how it looks. He was most definitely bigger than anyone you've been with before.
"I want to taste you," you say to him, softly gripping his cock and pumping your hand up and down. He groans softly which only makes you so much wetter.
"Take me in that pretty mouth of yours then darling," he says leaning further back. You couldn't take it. You spit onto his throbbing cock and swirl your tongue around the tip. Just as he has done to you, you'll do to him. "Ah, fuck," he whispers. "Y/N, fuck."
You took him into your mouth as you could try to swallow as much as you could of him. You bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue swirl around and your saliva dripping onto his pants. Namjoon was about to lose it. The sight of you was something to behold. He never thought a woman he had his eyes on for months is now under him, taking him so perfectly. Mine, mine, mine he thought to himself. She is mine.
He's groaning and it's making you so wet, you wanted him, you needed him inside of you and he could tell by the way your other hand has left his shaft and he can see you playing with yourself. Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. He grabs your face and lifts you up to kiss him.
You deepen the kiss and then bite his bottom lip. He takes a look at you, smirks and bites your bottom lip back and pulls, causing you to moan in his mouth.
He grips your bottom as he lifts you up onto the table with such ease you puts you into shock and excitement. He's towering over you, taking off his work jacket along with his silk black button up. His body is godly, tan and ripped and seeing his cock basically line up with your entrance is the only mental image you needed to save in your head. You could come from just the sight of him alone.
He slowly, yet softly pushes you down to lay on your back and hiking your legs on his shoulders. He leans down, your face to face with him.
"You're in charge here. Say the color red if you want me to stop or if I'm hurting you. Say the color green if I am good, okay baby?" he asks. You nod your head. "Use your words," he demands.
"Green, sir."
"Good."
He rubs himself against your entrance and you're just waiting, you moan and groan as for him to hurry up. He sees you're eager, so is he but he just wants to drink in every moment, every facial expression you're making . . . he wants to savor the moment he first enters you.
"Namjoon, make me yours," you say as you flutter your eyes towards him causing him to become painfully hard. He can't take it.
He slides in, causing your back to arch and ache against the wooden table. He's filling you to the brim with his cock. He's panting and looking down at your face. You want to turn away, embarrassed on how full you are but his eyes remain trained on you.
"What color baby?"
You moan out, "Green sir."
That's all he needs before he starts sliding in and out of you. He's picking up the pace and all you can feel is him, think of him and look at him. Namjoon filled your senses with just the idea of him. His hard thick cock rocking in and out of you causing your breasts to bounce in his face. With his hand he starts to pull and twist at one of your nipples causing you to moan out his name.
"Namjoon, fuck- please, more!"
He smirks, fucking you harder and faster pounding into your sweet pussy. Making the sweetest noise for him. He too is unraveling. He lets go of your nipple and runs his hands down your stomach and finds your clit again. "Come, come with me this time," he says, rubbing his finger over your clit.
You're turning red, spewing swears and having your eyes filled with just him. His black hair swinging over his brows and eyes as he's fucking into you cashing his own high. His plump lips being bitten down because all he can look at is you and your body.
He slides all the way in this time, hitting your cervix and you cry out. Back arching and toes curling. "Namjoon! I'm coming!" you scream. He leans over, shutting you up with a kiss and then he presses his forehead against yours.
"Come, come with me," he says not moving out all the way but moves so the majority of him is still inside and your clit is still being played with. He's groaning, moaning. "Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. You're a fucking dream. I can't wait to fuck you," he says, pushing deeper. "Over," he pushes further, "And over again," he finally says, groaning as you both have a wave of pleasure washed over you both.
You both are panting. His head buried in between your breasts, you chuckle. He looks up at you and smiles. You both share a quick kiss.
"I'm guessing, I'm having my lunch breaks in here from now huh?"
He smirks, appreciating your joke after the intensity you both shared. "I'd be damned if you start having lunch with another man," he joked back. "You're my pretty girl, mine now."
"What am I going to tell Jia now that I'm spending my lunch time with you now?"
He ponders for a moment and shrugs. "Oh, the lies we'll tell them, it's going to be fun and it'll be our little secret, darling."
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Could we maybe see Brahms x a reader who has a porcelain doll of a young girl that’s actually haunted? I think it’d be a really cool pov!
Also, hope you don’t mind that I’m an anon, scared I’ll get made fun of for sending this ask if I ask using my acc lol-
Aww don't worry, we've all been there
This may have ended up being a bit rambly but I hope you enjoy it :)
Brahms with an s/o who owns a real haunted doll
When you came into Brahms‘ life, you didn‘t even notice anything off in the house. Mostly because you came with baggage of your own. It was a lovely porcelain doll you had bought at a garage sale many years ago. You had named her Lizzy, because she looked like a Lizzy to you. You felt like it wasn‘t just a childlike whim that made you give her that name, but a feeling deep in your chest that this was her name, whether you liked it or not, so might as well go with it. You had brought her with you because the very same part of you was convinced that abandoning her would be the same as abandoning an actual child; an act of cruelty that would almost defy description.
Strange thing always happened around Lizzy. So when these strange things just kept happening at the Heelshire estate, you naturally assumed that your doll was the culprit. When you heard about the origins of Brahms the doll, you came to the further conclusion that Brahms was just as lively as Lizzy, also possessed by the spirit of a child who had been taken from the world way too soon.
You often had Brahms and Lizzy sit together, joking that they could be best friends. But whenever you turned your back, Lizzy would be closer to you and Brahms would be nowhere to be seen.
So clearly, Lizzy and Brahms didn‘t like each other.
You would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and find Lizzy next to you in bed, pressed against your body like a frightened child seeking comfort in their parents‘ bed, and her face wet like she had been crying.
Most of the time, you would doze off again and upon waking up, would find Lizzy tossed onto a nearby chair, as if someone really wanted to shatter her on the floor but had stopped themself just in time and tossed her into the nearest soft surface instead. After incidents like this, Lizzy tended to radiate sadness and fear for a while, another feeling she was causing deep within the very core of your being.
At some point though, when you woke up yet again with Lizzy cradled in your arms, you said loudly and clearly:„Brahms, please, stop bullying Lizzy. She is just a little girl.“
You, of course, had no way to prove that whatever entity was possessing your beloved doll was a little girl, but it sure behaved like one.
There was the sound of movement in the wall, and a little boy‘s voice replied:„You are supposed to be taking care of me. Not her.“
You got curious. The voice absolutely came from the wall. You looked over to the door, knowing that Brahms‘ room was nearby and that you had tucked in the doll you assumed contained his ghost hours ago.
But ghosts didn‘t speak so clearly; they whispered hoarsely and so quietly that one could barely hear it. Lizzy sometimes spoke to you, but so softly that most of the time you can‘t figure out if you really heard or just imagined it.
„I can take care of both of you“, you promised. You had a feeling…
It had never been the same with Brahms‘ doll. He had never felt like anything other than a doll. Sure he had moved when you turned your back, but he didn‘t radiate anything, no feelings.
„Won‘t you come out?“
Months passed, and now that Brahms had revealed himself to you, you found your way into a new kind of normalcy.
He evidently still didn‘t particularly like Lizzy, but he loved you enough to tolerate her. He even seemed to find her antics quite interesting at times.
One day he came running to you, Lizzy in his arms. „Lizzy just talked to me!“
„Yeah, she does that sometimes. What did she say?“
He looked down onto Lizzy‘s soft porcelain face. „She said ‚Thank you for being so nice to them‘.“
You smiled. Seeing these two, doll with the little girl inside it and the man behind the other doll finally get along warmed your heart.
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QUESTIONS FOR THE UNIVERSE
parings; hinata x 8th member fem! reader
genre; fluff and slight angst??
warnings: none?!
synopsis; you’ve been having your doubts about why you debuted with XG, because you dont have as many talents as the other girls. And plus the age gap, you being a foreign member so the language barriers, it makes you think you need to go on a hiatus to work on yourself..
authors note; hey guys im back from my god knows how long break😭 this is so sweet bc hinata is such a cute patootie
— i speak my mind and don’t think first
It's very difficult being a maknae, especially when you haven't trained as much as the girls. Before the debut and internship only a year passed and boom, debut at 15!
How sometimes you want to stop time and improve yourself, maybe just to restart and try again, if only get closer to their perfection.
It’s so nice to have hinata in the same room, you don’t have to clean it and no one will mind, everyone lives in their own comfort, you can not only laugh with her, but also have a heart-to-heart talk, but sometimes you don’t say a word when returning from the another group photoshoot.
Today is just such a day when everyone, having returned home, scattered to their rooms and went to the shower. having waited your turn, you needed into it. Finally, you can take the weight off your shoulders. People say that the older you get, the less you start to beat yourself up about things, but even after almost two years.
At the age of 16 you start comparing yourself even more. On the way home, you decided to look at your fancam, is that really how you look as you dance. Why are there so many mistakes, but your voice, is it really true? It’s so hard, everyone has their strengths, but what are yours? the comments mostly talk about how cute you are and that's it, but is that really all?
Many tears begin to flow one after another. after standing there for a good 10 minutes, you go back to the room, the light is no longer on, only one lamp near your bed is on, Hinata already seems to be sleeping soundly, turning to the wall, you change into pajamas and go to bed, now you can finally sleep.
But the sobs continue to break out as soon as your head hits the pillow. Your trying to drown it out, as you sit up and start breathing, everything seems to stop.
"Are you okay? what's happened?" Hinata’s voice comes from somewhere on the side, slightly lower than usual and you hear the rustling of comforters, “Sorry, I’m already going to bed” You were about lie down. “I asked what happened to you?” her voice sounds rougher than before.
“I...I just, umm” your hands bury themselves in the hair and head falls to the knees. “come here,” She says nothing more and opens the many blankets, moving back, inviting you to lie with her in it. Doing what she asks, you settle down on her bed, pressing your back to her chest.
Her hands find your hair and begin to stroke and scratch your scalp “well, what’s going on, I noticed in the car that something was wrong”Hina says to you as she continues to play with your hair, “I’m just not sure that I fit in the group, all that they say about me is just how cute I smile or I’m mistaken, how cute my voice trembles, they don’t say that I dance or sing well. It seems to me that I got into the group too early, should I have taken someone else and not me?”
“Stop saying that,” She switches to a whisper, “why are you listening to what they say about you on the Internet? they always divide everyone into beautiful, talented, cute or those who don’t do enough” She breathes loudly, and her hand leaves your hair and squeezes your shoulder.
“You are unique, as unique as we all are, do you think we would have gotten into the group if we weren’t like that? Our group is not just work, we are family and will always support each other, right?”
- nod -
“Then next time, please tell me and the others on how you feel or if you really need just talk to Jurin-chan, if you want to improve your skills, let’s practice together, the main thing is to say, we will definitely cope with everything no matter what happens, okay?”
“Yes, thank you so much Hina unnie, I love you, all of you”.
A long night in the arms of your sister, what could be better and easier, it really helps when family is always nearby.
© xoioel — do not copy or translate my work.
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important question (s.h.)
pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
summary: reader is nervous about boyfriend Steve’s reaction to a question she’s been thinking about all day long. *fluff*
word count: 1.2k
a/n: this is my first time posting anything like this. please be nice to me, I'm sensitive.
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Steve Harrington is the love of your life. you would love him through anything and everything that life threw your way.
hell, you’ve followed him into another dimension and fought monsters to keep him alive. there isn’t anything you could think of that would rip that love away.
even if he did something unspeakable, you don’t think you could ever stop loving him. god, you’d be devastated if he ever fell out of love with you.
you’ve pictured your entire life together, even though you’re both only in your early 20s. from your wedding day to having children. you’d be taking your family on road trips at any available opportunity, giving them the experiences you both never had growing up.
dancing in the backyard underneath the sky every full moon, a tradition he came up with your first year together, while hearing the giggles of the kids you had tucked into bed just minutes ago.
watching Steve walk your daughters down the aisle when they find the kind of love that you have for each other. always giving them the best examples of what love really is. you’ve pictured what you’d be doing as you sent your last baby off to college, your other children already having babies of their own if they chose to.
growing old together, still being goofy and reckless despite the greying in your hair and the wrinkles on his face. you would make him promise to let you die first, because the pain of losing him would be too much to bear.
tears have started to form in your eyes while you think about your future, at the same time he just so happens to look over at you on the other side of the couch. you are completely zoned out from the movie the two of you put on and he sees it.
“baby what’s wrong?” scooting closer to you, his hands cupping your face as he turns your head to look at him.
“it’s nothing, hun. i’m okay.” you sniffle and blink your tears away, the smile you give is nowhere near convincing. even you know it.
“is it the movie?? i thought it was supposed to be a funny one, Robs recommended it!”
“no, it’s not the movie.” you’re still unsure of how to ask him the question you’ve been sitting on all day long after talking about it earlier at lunch with your friends.
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“you’ll never guess what Jonathan said when i asked him!” Nancy’s voice a bit angrier than normal. you sit patiently, waiting for her to tell you his answer.
“he said no!!” she confirms as you and Robin sit across the table from the petite brunette with your jaws dropped.
“i can’t believe this! did he say why?” you push for more information.
“he said it’s because it’s not realistic and would never happen!” she explains, to which you groan. “whatever, he’s in the doghouse tonight.” you all laugh a little bit before Robin speaks up.
“Vickie told me yes. but my theory is she only did because she knew i’d get all worked up if she said no.”
“yeah, we wouldn’t have expected her to say no. that girl is more obsessed with you than you are with her. and that’s saying something.” Nancy teases, still clearly a little upset her answer was a no.
“yeah.. probably.” Robin’s blush clearly evident when she changes the question to you. “well, what did Steve-o say?”
“uh.. i haven’t asked him yet.” your answer is true and avoidant. but before you let them ask why, you just say it. “i just don’t want to be upset if his answer isn’t what i want, you know? like i’m already an emotional person, i’m 80% sure i’ll cry if he says no!”
“you have to ask! it’s not too bad if he says no, they just don’t understand how women think sometimes. that’s probably another reason Vickie said yes!” Nancy urges, Robin agreeing with a nod.
“okay, okay. i’ll ask him tonight…” you sigh before changing the subject, though the question you have to ask your boyfriend tonight lingers in the back of your mind.
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“do you think— never mind.” you just can’t bring yourself to ask it. it’s so silly and random, pointless even, but the possibility of his answer being no would absolutely shatter your heart.
“baby… what is it?”
“no it’s stupid. it doesn’t even matter.” you sigh and flop against the couch.
“please?” his voice so gentle as he pokes your side, urging you to continue but he receives a shake from your head. “then can you at least tell me why you were almost crying?”
you look up at him through your eyelashes, heart beating faster with each second that passes as you open your mouth to speak. “i just hope you know how much i love you…”
“of course i know how much you love me, you tell me all the time and have countless ways to show me. do i not tell you that i appreciate you enough?? is that what’s wrong?”
“no, no i know you do.” covering your face with one arm lazily draped over your eyes, you give yourself a mini pep-talk. okay, you can do this, like a band-aid: rip it off! “but... do you think you’d still love me if i was a worm?”
there it is, the question the girls prompted you to ask. such a weird question you three found in a magazine, but the thought was there in your minds. would your significant others still love you if you were a worm?
you patiently wait for your answer, but it’s taking longer than expected. you turn your head to face Steve who has an ear to ear grin on his face. oh god, he’s going to tease you relentlessly about this.
“is this really what you’ve been thinking about all night?”
“more like since noon… are you going to answer?”
“yes darlin’, i would still love you if you turned into a worm.” his lips press against your forehead.
“you mean it??”
“of course. i mean, i love you more than anything in the world. and i think if i knew it was you in worm-form, what’s not to love?”
his answer is more than perfect, and he didn’t even need to ask any questions prior to saying yes. and now you’re the one smiling like an idiot.
you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “how did i get so lucky?”
“i think i’m the lucky one.” he argues, holding you tight against him.
“i would definitely love you if you were a worm.” you speak up after a little while. “i’d carry you around in a jar everywhere with me and i’d decorate it for you. put little stickers on the lid and other stuff inside for different holidays, like mini Christmas lights.” you giggle, picturing a little earthworm with a gorgeous head of hair who's just hanging out in a jar.
“will you move in with me?” he speaks fast, nearly interrupting you.
“what?” surely you hadn't heard him correctly, right? or maybe you just wanted him to repeat it.
“move in with me.” yep, there it is again. “we already know we want to spend the rest of our lives together, so why should we wait until we’re married to get a place? why don't we get one now? i would love nothing more than to wake up next to you every day. even if you were a worm.”
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Give me love | pjm m
[part 5]
Summary: A prophecy, new family members to meet, and a twist of events.
Genre: friends to lovers, fairytale au!, smut, fluff, angst.
Rated: mature
Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings:Pet names, mentions of witches, vampires, fairies, angels, and fallen angels, I'm not basing on anything. Every staten fact written is just of my imagination. Jealousy, fainting. Unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, and oral (f!receiving).
a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long, I know it's not your favorite, but it thrills me to write about fairytale, i hope I'm doing it well.
What can it be? What can Jimin be so eager to say? And why does he not talk to you?
You two woke in the same bed, Jimin is making you breakfast, but he still hasn't said a word. When you begin to eat, he gazes at you, really close and in detail.
“You have your mother's eyes” his lips open, and you are now looking at him.
“Were you in love with her?” he denies and looks directly to you
“No, we were friends, and I just miss her sometimes, nothing more” there you were, pathetically feeling jealous of your own mother, was there any lower you could go in your own hole? You don’t want to talk anymore, you feel that if you speak, maybe you’ll make it worse, just leave it as is and move on.
Taehyung enters the kitchen, pours water in a glass, and begins to drink in silence. Jungkook follows in with a signature smile bunny that you greet with excitement.
“Good morning beautiful’ Taehyung says, and when you answer back, your eye doesn’t catch the ugly looks Jimin is giving him.
“And morning Jungkook” you say, and he smiles again, amused by the look on Jimin’s face. He had never seen him so jealous, but of course, you weren't in the picture before
Hoseok also makes a presence. By now, everyone is in the kitchen, talking to each other and also to you.
“So, where are we taking [name], Jimin?” Tae asked
“I believe she be safe with her aunt” tae nods in agreement
“I can give you some disguises, and something to lose the scent” Hoseok offered
“I have a scent?” Jimin gazes at you, and his cheeks turn red when you notice Tae and Jungkook are giggling by your question
“You answer Jimin” Tae suggested
“I-... Maybe we should, uh-...” Tae, Hoseok, and Jungkook giggle, and you go to the bedroom
“Way to go Tae” he says as he follows you
You don't even know why, but you felt stupid, a stupid girl they wouldn't say that kind of stuff, and it hurts you.
Jimin entered the room, and you looked away, not wanting to feel more stupid to him.
“I’m sorry about them, I can explain what just happened.” You nod, like a signal for him to talk
“You’re different, from us but i think that if you put your attention to it you can do it to” he starts with a raspy yet calm voice “We all have a smell, the natural scent we have, but us magical creatures can smell a little different, like emotions must of it” now you are looking to his eyes
“Emotions?” he nods “Like what?”
“Emotions or moments, and when you asked, everyone already smelled it from you , that you smell uh-... “
“Jimin just say it”
“You smell… sex” you open wide, your eyes
“But we didn’t…”
“What we did is also that, an orgasm counts as that” he interrupts
“I thought they were laughing because i didn't know what you meant” he came closer and cups your face
“If they were, I punched them” you giggle “I know you have a lot to learn. It’s my fault that you’re so oblivious “
Jungkook knocks, and with a “come in” he makes presence
“[Name], I’m sorry, but we have to go, and Tae is also sorry, he’s changing clothes”
“It’s okay Koo, don’t worry bout that” he smiled and went outside again
“It’s time to go honey, put something cute and I'll wait outside” he went out and had no word about what he wanted to talk about.
You changed to a baby blue dress and a pair of snickers, tried to comb your hair a little, and carry your bag with you
“Let me carry it for you” Jungkook offers, so you give it to him
“You look so tall and muscular” he giggles and nods
“You never said that about me” Taehyung enters along
“She doesn’t know how to lie” Jungkook laughs, and Tae pouted
Hoseok grabs you by the arm and takes you to a different room while Tae and Jungkook fight.
“I’m happy you’re so grown and beautiful” you smile. His words sound like honey through your ears, like seeing a family member after missing it too much.
“I’m happy I met you” he smiles. Yes, his smile is like a heart.
“I can’t join you in your journey, but i want you to have this” he extended his hand with a ring, a beautiful sapphire stone decorating it. You take it and try it on. It fits perfectly.
“I knew it would fit. It was your mother’s ring”
“My mom?” he nods
“She gave it to me to keep it, so now that i see you, it’s yours”
“How was she?”
“Optimist, fun, beautiful, just a very good person, i would say perfect” You giggle and nod in agreement
You part ways after hugging hoseok goodbye, with a promise to return and visit him again.
After a few hours of walking, going on the bus and finally a drive to a motel, night arrived again.
Changing clothes and a shower after, you were in bed and Jimin followed right after you.
“Sleepy sweetheart?” you nod and rub your eyes “Really? I was hoping we could have a moment for ourselves” your tired gaze upon his features and he smiles softly as you both settle in bed “[name]? Can I talk to you about something?” you nod in agreement and try to sit down a bit, he does too “We're different, and our worlds and ages are reasons for you to feel like you shouldn't be fond of me but…”
“Do you have feelings for me?” he nods and hold your hand as he moves closer to your body
“Angel… I love you” you flustered and blushed at his words, he just left you speechless “You don't have to answer me, but I love you, I love the woman you are and I'll give my life to protect you” your lips soon find his and begin to kiss him more deep as your body looks for his warmth.
Soon enough Jimin's plump lips begin to go down your neck, his hands are cupping your breasts and he discharges your clothes also his own.
His mouth is sucking on your perky nipples and kissing on them, your mouth leaves saccharine moans and gasps as he makes his way down your abdomen, your head is lolling back and your back arches as his hands caresses your thighs.
“J-... Jimin…” his now glowy eyes turn to look at you, and you see a red glow on them… lust filling them. “Your eyes are red…” he chuckles
“Is lust” his eyes move to discharge your panties and his digits soon found their way to your dripping cunt “I know this is new… but I really need you right now angel”
You gasp as one of his finger introduces and begins to bully your folds, he's slowly preparing your not wet cunt, you're moaning his name as his mouth is now licking and sucking on your clit, he's eating you fiercely, his digits is now duplicated and the intrusiveness is making you feel different, but really good.
He loves that he's the one doing this for the first time, loves the way your tight cunt swallows his digits and is just thinking about burying his dick inside your tasty pussy.
You feel a nod on your stomach, and before you're able to cum you hear knocks on your door, all rushed and harsh, Jimin stops and tells you with a soft voice to dress up. He does too and looks through the door peephole, he smiles softly and opens the door once you're done.
You feel a cold pair of arms around you and wet kisses being spread on your face. “Who are you?” a giggle scape his mouth as he stands in front of you
“You've forgotten about me?” he pouts and you look between him and Jimin
“She was like 3 years the last time you've seen her hyung” he smiles and you're looking with a confused temple
“Ah! yes [name] my name is Jin, I used to be friends to your mother” he hugs you once more
“You're a magical creature too?” he nods, and sits on the bed with you
“Yes, I'm a vampire” his hands are adorned with a few rings, he's wearing the fanciest clothes and his pale skin is literally and figuratively glowing, he sees you in excitement and you're feeling flustered all of the sudden.
“My mom was very popular” he chuckles and hugs you once more.
“She was, I'm sorry I wasn't able to visit you before” You're puzzled by his statement so you gaze Jimin looking for an explanation
“Ah! yes, Jin was close to your mother, she called him what you would think as an uncle” he smiles fondly at you
“I am! but things have been… rough since…” Jimin looks between him and you and nods as a que to continue talking “Since your mom passed and your dad has been making our lives a hell”
You're left alone again when Jin announced that he was on his way to get someone to meet you, you gaze upon Jimin and he chuckles
“ ‘m sorry ‘bout what happened angel” you smile fondly at him and shake your head in denial
“no worries”
A few minutes later a few softer knocks on your door startled you, Jimin opened the door and a girl with long black hair hugged Jimin, very tightly you gaze at them both and the way her arms are around his body keeping it closer to hers.
You scoff and Jin chuckles, noticing your jealousy.
“Ah! [name] I'm so glad to meet you” her skin is also glowing and her hands are cold when she comes to hug at you
“Who are you?” you don't mean it, but you're tone comes out harsh
“I'm Haerin, didn't Jimin tell you about me?” you lock gaze with Jimin and he sighs
“I haven't got the opportunity” she nods and step away from your body
“I'm your mother's sister” You're puzzled
“I thought my mother was a witch” she nods
“ ‘m one too” Suddenly you see the light of fire she has in her hand, dazzlingly looking “c'mon I'll take you all to my home”
As you take your clothes and walk along with them, Jungkook offers to grab your backpack again, you walk with him while Jimin and the girl that claims to be your aunt are laughing together.
She looks so young, and her hair is shiny and she's so skinny, and she's so close to Jimin right now.
“They used to be a couple” Jungkook says, in a whisper to you
“What happened?” he smiles
“That's a question for Jimin”
A few blocks down you reach a huge building, shiny looking and a lot of floors.
“C'mon in” as you walk you sense a lot of looks your way, the building has a modern decoration and the people in the hallways are all staring at you.
Soon enough you end up in another room, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jin, Haerin, Jimin and you are all together in a sort of dining room is full of food and with a “sit down” from Jin you're all eating together.
Jimin is sitting next to you, he place a hand on your thigh and squeeze it to caught your attention.
“Are you good my love?” you nod in agreement and gift him a soft smile “Is there something you need to tell me?” you shake your head in deny
“Not at the moment, best when we are alone” he nods.
Haerin starts to talk about what's been about this days, how hard it is to remain hidden to the mortals and how difficult your situation has become to the second.
“Is there anything I-... we can do to prevent this?” Haerin nods and looks at Jimin, he answers
“We agreed to maintain you here, where it's safe” You shake your head in deny
It sounds like your leaving me… again” he reaches to your hand and notices the way your eyes water
“No, angel, I'm staying here with you, I'll protect you with my own life if I have to”
“That's the matter Jimin, you two can't be together” you're puzzled to her statement
“Why?” he asks with a shaky tone
“Because of the prophecy”
“What does it state?” she nods and begins to speak
“For the new heir to the throne whom it loves must die by its own hand, to reject their wings and be fully immersed in hatred”
“That mean?” Jimin speaks, looking at your gaze and sighs “I can't be with you because…”
“Yes, his father will threatened her” Haerin interrupts
“I don't wanna leave her side” she nods in agreement
“It's either you leave with the rest for your own foot or I'll see you out” her voice changed, her eyes were fully immersed in darkness and you're holding Jimin, all scared.
Jimin looks at you and sighs, you shake your head in denial as he hugs you.
“No, no, no… no…”
“Love… we have to…” he shakes his head in deny “You'll be safe here”
“I don' even know her, she never even visited us and now I have to be forced to be here!” Jin approach you and looks fondly at you
“Baby girl, we're doin’ all of this for you, even Jimin is” Jin talked, by your side
“Jimin… don’ leave me” You cry out as suddenly the pressure on the room keeps everyone around you to keep their head down, Jimin notices the waves leaving your knuckles as you press them together.
Suddenly, you feel dizzy, and the light in front of you turns off as your body falls off your chair.
A warm hand around yours, muffled voices and as you blink your eyes open the tightness on your hand increases.
“[name]! you're awake” a sudden hug startles you, Jungkook is crying out your name as his hands embrace you
“Careful not to crush her bones Jungkook” Taehyung says with a playful grin
“Good morning dove” you grin as Jungkook pulls away from you
“What happened?” Taehyung chuckles as he answers you
“You almost crashed our bodys to the ground, but I'm guessing it was too much power at once that you passed out” the door opens and you see Jimin's smiles at you
“Hey angel” Jungkook and Taehyung leave as Jimin sits in bed with you
“You're not leaving are you?” he chuckles
“[name] I just need you to be safe, Haerin wants the same for me”
“I need you alive too, but wouldn't being away from each other just turn us into easier targets?” he remains silent for a little as he caresses your hand and you enjoy the warmth of his body against yours
“Angel, would you please stay here with Haerin while I-...”
“Jimin… don't do this to me” you interrupt
“I need to investigate more about your father and if the prophecy is correct than we…”
“We could maybe…” he shakes his head in deny
“There’s no other way, we need to do this [name]”
“Don't call me by my name” he chuckles and reaches your mouth to kiss you, is a soft and wet kiss at first but you open your mouth to add more depth and he moans when your body moves to be on top of him
“Love, wait, let me close the-...” you don't let him finish as you unbutton his shirt, his muscled body greets you and he removes your shirt on the way, you're not wearing nothing more than a bra and he admire your breasts in front of him, he cups them as you moan his name.
You're desperate, you're both feral at this moment and you feel the bulge underneath your cunt and it makes your arousal deppen
“Love, I don't know if we should…” he stops as you make the rest of your clothes be discharged on the ground, you're fully naked on top of his body and how could he deny that?
In a sudden movement your body is underneath his as he hovers you, he rips off his clothes and is kissing you in need.
“Are you sure about this?” you nod and he holds your chin to lock gaze with you “Use your words my sweet angel” you smile
“I'm sure” with that he lets two of his digits begin to rub your clit, you're a moaning mess underneath his body and you see the way his pretty cock twitches in yearn for touch, your hand is soon wrapped around it and Jimin lets out a grunt, the pre cum leaks from the tip and you can't wait to have him inside of you, to experience the sensation of your lover's cock.
When he sees that enough lubrication has helped his way through your folds he begins to slide the tip in your folds, he loves the way you're looking so desperate, so yearning for him. And he adores it, he adores you.
You gasp as his cock opens up your folds and slide in to your wet cunt, he began his movement slowly to get you adjust to his length, once he noticed that your face wasn't twitching of pain and more like if the sensation bring you all the lust he needs to see his thrust become harder and quicker.
Your body trembles with each stroke, his hands are on your hips and his chest is hugging yours, he moans your name into your ears.
“You're taking me so well my love” you feel as he touches that sweet spot for you, you moan his name as a chant and he's saying sweet nothings to you, praising your cunt and you.
With a few strokes he's coming inside you and you feel the warmth of his cum as he pulls out of your pussy.
Suddenly your legs are up Jimin's shoulder and he's stroking with his finger his cum inside of your hole again, with a few more strokes you orgasm to his fingers with a chant of his name and his bullying your pussy with his digits and you feel the overstimulation as his tongue licks your folds.
“Jimin!” he giggles and pulls away from you
Your body still shivers as you rest your head and cover your eyes for a moment
You feel his hands on your thighs and a towel cleaning the wetness around your legs
“someone could have opened the door” he chuckles
“Sorry?” You're both giggling as he lies in bed and pulls your body to his, under de covers he's stroking your hair and whispering softs i love yous.
You drift off to sleep, and a sudden cold breeze wakes you. You're alone in bed, and there's a piece of paper on the nightstand
Sorry, i left without saying goodbye, angel. This isn't one of those, is a see you soon, be careful, eat well and keep being that sweet angel of mine.
i love you, Jimin.
Soft sobs leave your mouth as you realize that he left you once more. You just wished that all of this could be over.
<<before // after>>
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you’re not sick.
(reader is having a really hard time with homophobic parents and identity so robin listens cuz she’s a sweet girl :( <33 )
angst/comfort (cw // implied homophobia )
Robin hates seeing you cry. She hates watching those tears make their way down your soft cheeks, wishing she could make everything that’s making you hurt go away.
So , when she has to walk home from work after a day of working alone with Steve being “sick” and finally makes her way down a familiar road she’s shocked to see you there in all of your tear filled glory seated on the curb in nothing but your pjs; hello kitty pajama pants and a pink tank top , she stops and the worst comes to mind.
“Y/n?”
Are you okay? Has someone hurt you? I’ll kill them. she wants to say but forces the words away not wanting to come off overwhelming with you in this state.
“Robin? Is- is that you?”
The way your sweet voice breaks halfway through your sentence pulls at her heartstrings , trying to push the aching feeling in her chest away she refocuses on your tear stained face.
“yeah bunny it’s me , w-what’s happened? Are you hurt?”
“I.. no i just..”
Robin waits for you to make an attempt at speaking again before breaking the newfound silence.
“Can i come a bit closer?”
She watches you nod your head before taking a seat a few inches away from your shivering body the fall wind taking advantage of your bare arms, taking her jacket off and draping it over your shoulders to off some form of heat before she closes the last bit of space between the two of you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and bringing you as close as she could with your position.
“Do- do you want to talk about it?”
Robins words come out as a whisper , though she’d tried to make herself seem a lot more calm than she felt.
“My p-parents , they found out about me ..or who I think I am? They’re so fucking mad Robs , I dunno what to do. They told me to leave that i could only come back when I’d been .. “cured” . I’m not sick. Is they’re something wrong with me? I thought .. I thought they’d be more understanding , that they’d still ..love me.”
You felt like you couldn’t breathe. That the whole world was sat on your chest , pulling and squeezing at your lungs and no matter how much air you’d taken in you’d continue to take fast intakes of air.
Robin realized how much of a hard time you were having and held her hand out , waiting patiently for you to gently lay yours into hers. Pulling your fingers to her chest she’d motioned for you to close your eyes before following suit and taking a deep breath , do so a few more times before opening her eyes and watching how much you’d visibly calmed down.
“I don’t want them to hate me robs..”
“They could never hate you ,y/n..it’s not possible. They don’t understand how much of a mistake they’re making, you’re amazing and i know that. You should know that too, you’re amazing bunny and you’re so loved by everyone , always so sweet. You don’t fucking need to be cured. If you’re sick , I’m dying.”
Robin meant every word that came out of her mouth. Your whole existence made you life 10x better. You’re what she looks forward to when she goes to work, always a sweetheart bringing her sweets and sometimes even lunch because you knew she forget to make her own.
“Do you want-“
You’d worked your body as close to hers as possible , not being able to contain your sobs from her comforting words , too busy thinking about how lucky you were as you bury your face into her neck to be embarrassed.
And so the two of you. Robin and her bunny. Together and alone on an empty street , sadness lifting from the latter and comfort taking place.
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through the hourglass 12. brb x oc
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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff,rooster being the best husband to ever exist ( he's a simp your honor)
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“You know there was a girl in there that reminded me a lot of myself.”
Rooster unlocks the car but looks up at Beatrice when she says it, standing a few feet away in the empty parking area with her arms crossed over her bust “Yeah?” She nods in agreement, walking closer to her husband so she’d seep a bit of his warmth. “How so?”
Beatrice chewed on her lower lip, leaning away from him a bit to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear “The first time I came to the Hard Deck I was so…uncomfortable. Shells invited me, but I felt so out of place.” She explains quietly, keeping her arms crossed “It was hard at first, but…you know, over time it got better because I had amazing people that made me feel welcome, like Shells and Penny.”
“You never told me that.”
She just offers him an apologetic look, “It was…four years ago since I first stepped foot in the Hard Deck and I’ve been coming here ever since before getting the job.” she thanks Rooster when he opens the door for her, waiting until he sat behind the wheel but didn’t turn on the car, he just looked over at her in hopes she’d continue, “...yeah, so…it was just a few months after I met Shells, no it was the first month after I met Shells that she brought me over. I was terrified, I’ve never been in a military bar before so I felt so…odd.”
But she’s smiling as she reminisces, “But it was really fun, if it wasn’t for Penny and Shells I didn’t think I’d be so comfortable there as I am now.”
Bradley smiles back at her, one of his hands resting on top of the steering wheel, “But?”
“...but seeing that girl there made me think…about everything. She’s from Northride too, they all were but I don’t think they are good friends for her.” she whispers, “I don’t know, it just…made me rethink so much. I’m very thankful for everything that happened in my life, Roos, I really am, it just brought me thoughts of what could’ve been.”
Rooster leaned back on his seat, with his arms still resting on the steering wheel while his opposite hand sat on top of his thigh, watching Beatrice’s eyes move away from him to look out the window to the empty dark parking lot. She always mentioned she was thankful, the subtle veil of disbelief still on her voice, coming up every now and again. He could understand why she’d speak like that when seeing someone that reminded her of herself before they met. “If she shows up again, I think I’ll try to make her feel more comfortable at the bar. Just like Shells did to me.”
The corner of his mouth lifted into a grin and the hand on his thigh raised just to touch her cheek with the pad of his thumb, the subtle touch making Beatrice blink her eyes at him, “You are too sweet for this world.” her cheeks warm under his touch and her smile widens, “I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”
“I hope so, I don’t want to appear like I’m intruding or something.” he drops the hand from her cheek to finally turn the car on and drive away from the Hard Deck, Beatrice’s eyes returning to look at the outside with her hands folded on her legs, “Her friends…were really dumb.”
“They were what,twenty one? We all are dumb at that age.”
“Were you?”
He chuckles, “Not that much.” he says, keeping his eyes on the road, seeing some houses already had Halloween decorations even though it is not the end of the month yet, “I had my moments.”
Beatrice hums, her own lips quirking up in a smile, “Well, I forgive you because I love you a lot.” he lets out a quiet ‘thank you’ looking very proud of himself “But I’m serious, maybe she just needs…a little push to get better. Hopefully she won’t get nervous about coming to the bar again.”
“I hope so, gorgeous.” he says sweetly, letting go of the wheel briefly to scratch his jawline, then resting his chin on his palm as his elbow supported his weight against the window, “But there were a lot of people at the bar, huh?” She agrees, “I think some of them are new recruits.”
“Oh?”
“Yea I’ve seen some new faces at the base earlier,” he explains, “I have a feeling Penny will have a boost in sales for the coming weeks.”
Beatrice smiles after that, leaning back against her seat and then looking out the window for a brief while, “Brad,” he makes a sound of acknowledgement, “What is this mission of yours? Can you share something with me?”
Her husband’s smile falters, brown eyes swiftly moving to Beatrice before looking away, “I can’t tell much, gorgeous.” he begins, “We’ll have contact, at least once a month and I’ll be away for about…four months. It won’t be a long course, so there’s that.” he explains “Which I’m thankful for, a whole lot.”
“It’ll go by soon.” she reassures him, holding his hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel as they got to their garage, Beatrice’s eyes moving to the mirrors out of habit to check the surroundings “So you’ll be back before my birthday, basically?”
“I think so, baby.” he tosses her a grin, “We should figure out how to celebrate it again, I’ll have to make it bigger than last time.’ she was still warm inside because of the karaoke night with her siblings and friends - and punching Eric on the nose - “So I’ll think of something while I’m away.”
Beatrice laughs softly once they finally enter the garage, stepping out first after slinging her bag strap over her shoulder, walking around the car to meet Rooster on the opposite side - the sound of Jolene’s nails clicking on the floorboards signaled that the pittie was already aware they were back.
After a short greeting to the pittie, Beatrice tossed her bag on the hanger, running her fingers through her hair as she looked around her house with her eyebrows low. She couldn’t stop thinking about that girl and her “friends” and especially how that one girl tried to hit on Rooster! Okay, she was new and had no idea who they were exactly but that doesn’t mean anything, he has a wedding ring on his finger therefore he shouldn’t be considered an option.
The fact this happened more than once made Beatrice frown without noticing and she was trying to not let the dark thoughts win this round. She was good enough for Rooster, he wouldn’t have married her if that wasn’t the case! Beatrice chews her lower lip, standing in the living room close to the couch as Rooster disappears into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, only walking out and seeing she remained in the same position.
He took a few sips to wet his throat before stepping past a zooming Jolene and coming up to Bea from behind, his wife didn’t even jump when she felt his arms around her waist “What’s got you thinking, gorgeous? The girl?” He asks with his chin on her shoulder and eyes closing.
“…yeah.” She knew he was referring to the other one but Beatrice could only remember the one who tried to hit on him instead. It was bothering her so much she eventually broke the silence about it “Are we that odd of a couple?” Bradley opens his eyes, then furrows his eyebrows before lifting his head to give her a weird look. “It’s because sometimes people don’t seem to get that well, we like each other and proceed to think we are just….friends that kiss or something.”
While that question was odd, he had to admit that way too many people thought that Beatrice wasn’t his girlfriend or his wife, only calling her his friend even if they’ve been seen kissing and being more than romantic. It annoyed him a lot because he loved her and the fact people didn’t seem to grasp that concept was so annoying to him. “I think people are just stupid, Bea.” He tells her after a few seconds of silence, offering her a shrug soon after “I honestly just think that’s the actual reason,you know? Because I love you a lot,” he kisses her cheek after he says that “And if people don’t get that I can gladly show them how much.”
“Thank you,Roos.” She whispers, touching his cheek “ I guess it’s the old mindset that makes people feel so…I don’t know, dumb.”
“Which has been proven time and time again, gorgeous.” He smiles, grabbing her hand and spinning her in the middle of the living room, the movement making Beatrice giggle in surprise “And we just have to learn how to deal with them.”
Her eyes move to his when he stills her body, her cheeks a soft shade of red “You are right.” She grins, leaning closer to kiss his lips with her hand on his chest “Thank you Roos.”
“You are more than welcome, baby. Now come on, I think we should eat something because I’m starving.”
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She wakes up in the middle of the night to the room in complete darkness, Rooster’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind and his soft breathing hitting the back of her neck. Beatrice blinks as she suddenly feels she can no longer sleep, as if someone wiped whatever fatigue was in her body with a hand.
She stays there, with her cheek pressed against the pillow hearing the silence of their house - partially broken by Rooster’s quiet snoring and Jolene’s nails clicking below them as she went to the kitchen for a drink of water- and eyes directed to their bathroom’s door. She tried fluttering her eyes closed, trying pushing her head deeper into the pillow or wrapped Rooster’s arm tighter around her in hopes she’d fall back asleep…but it didn’t happen.
Beatrice opened her eyes once more, huffing quietly, trying to count sheep under her breath, if not sheep then llamas, if not llamas then F-18s but nothing was working. She couldn’t understand why, she was pretty exhausted from working and yet now she felt like she had to get up and do something. So she decided to make herself some tea in hopes it’d help her go back to sleep.
Getting Rooster’s arm from around her was a bit difficult, but her husband just grumbled in his sleep and let his arm drop to the side, which gave Beatrice enough room to get out of the bed. She was quiet as she walked out the door, running her fingers through her hair and making her way to the kitchen.
Jolene’s head lifted from the couch, watching her owner march barefoot towards the open kitchen and turning on the light, before she tried - quietly - to grab herself a mug and some chamomile tea, before setting the electric kettle to start. Beatrice groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face, trying to understand what happened that made her lose all her sleep.
She wasn’t anxious, what happened at the bar with the girl was no longer in her mind because Rooster always had a way of calming her stupid insecurities. She wasn’t worried about work, nor about her family…then what happened? With nothing popping in her mind, Beatrice sighed, thinking that maybe she just naturally lost sleep and the tea would definitely help her get back.
And since she didn’t want to turn on the tv and wake Rooster, she decided that she could draw something in the kitchen while having her tea, that could help her get back to sleep,right? “Right.” she answers her thoughts, leaving the kitchen to enter her art room, rummaging through some papers and her mechanical pencil to doodle on while waiting for her tea.
She gets back to the kitchen, smiling at Jolene who was now lying under the table with her sock monkey under her jaw, “Hi, Jojo, did you lose sleep too?” the pittie’s response was a slow blinking meaning that unlike Beatrice, Jolene was tired and would probably fall asleep while keeping her company.
Beatrice sits back down on the chair, keeping an eye on the electric kettle before she taps the lead of her mechanical pencil on the paper while supporting her head with her opposite hand, “Hmmm…” she keeps on tapping, hoping to come up with an idea, but when she doesn’t she repeats the studies she used to do back in college whenever she had an art block.
Squiggles and spirals.
Also known as the ‘loose wrist technique’ where you let your hand guide itself while drawing, not thinking of anything else until suddenly you see a face or a shape you can draw between the many lines you drew. Beatrice did that once, twice, three times until the paper was completely filled with the random lines.
She looks down at it, narrowing her eyes when she thinks she sees what she could only assume would be a duck, so she overlines it to give more contrast to the paper. When her tea is ready she just fills a mug then returns to the paper, tapping her feet in a rhythm that reminded her of a random song playing in the jukebox at the bar earlier that night.
She takes pauses between drawings to sip on her tea, humming to herself before she continues drawing. She smiles while looking down at the paper, seeing tiny forest creatures coming into view, with trees and a lake, maybe some mountains…
Beatrice’s smile falters for a second, the hand holding her head up drops to the table as she looks down at it for a couple more seconds. She then stands up, picking the drawings in one hand and her mug in the other, gently pulling the chair back so she wouldn’t make much noise - Jolene opening one of her eyes to see Beatrice leaving the kitchen - walking up the stairs in the same quiet pattern from before.
She bites her mechanical pencil so she could turn the light on in the blank room, pushing the door behind her so the sudden luminosity wouldn’t wake Rooster up, being extra careful with her steps to make sure her husband would still be asleep when she was done. She slowly sits on her knees, setting the papers by her side before she leans closer to the wall, the tip of her mechanical pencil gently scratching the white plaster.
Beatrice adjusts her position a few more times when her knees are screaming because of the strain, sometimes lying on her stomach, the other times sitting with her legs crossed, taking more sips of her tea with her eyes locked on the wall. A triangle here, a circle there, another triangle with tinier triangles inside. It wasn’t perfect, it wouldn’t be perfect because it was just the sketch but she was liking what was happening.
Jolene’s huge head peeks from the door, the pittie pushing herself into the room with her sock monkey inside her mouth, slowly trotting to the center of the room where she lies down with her head directed towards the brunette. She was close enough for Beatrice to stretch her arm back and gently scratch her fur.
What Beatrice didn’t know however was that time goes by fast when you are busy with something else and when Rooster tapped the side of the bed to feel the sheets were cold, he blinked his eyes open to the dark room just like his wife did minutes before.
He stays in bed, looking straight at the bathroom’s door thinking he’d see Beatrice show up there any second now, but she does not and his brows furrow. He pushes himself on his elbow, running his hand over his face, “Bea?” his voice is so hoarse he has to clear his throat before trying again, “Babe?”
He could hear a soft scratching noise coming from the room right in front of theirs and a sliver of light appearing on the hallway as he sits on the bed and has better vision of their bedroom door. He stares at it for a couple seconds, narrowing his eyes, trying to figure out if it’s the sleep hallucinations kicking in or if there was actual luminosity coming from there.
He picks up his watch from the nightstand, pressing the button on the side of light up the small visor, “...two in the morning.” he groans, rubbing his face again, but he couldn’t complain, he’d wake up around this time at night to use the bathroom or drink some water if need be so it wouldn’t disrupt his sleeping schedule so much.
He does go to the bathroom and after washing his hands he slowly treks his way to the blank room - or baby room, should he call it the baby room already? - seeing that the door was open just a creak all he had to do was push it open just a bit more. He could see Jolene’s head looking at him, before she cranes it back to the opposite end of the room, to where he couldn’t see yet, “Bea?” he calls again, this time opening the door fully and stepping inside, “What are you–”
He stops mid question, widening his eyes when he sees what was going on. Beatrice, somehow, drew an entire forest scene on the walls. A whole forest. She had her back to him, busy on adding leaves in the flower bush she was drawing with her body partially tilted to the left almost as if she wanted to follow the lines herself. Rooster’s mouth parted open the more he looked, there was a small fox seated on a rock to his left with several trees, a family of bears that went from one side of the window to the other and behind him he could see a few rabbits eating berries.
It was all pencil, there was no color but it was amazing already. He turns to look at Beatrice, tilting his head just like she was so he could see what this part of the room would have and he smiled sweetly once he figured it out: ducks on a pond, with one of them having only the tail up.
He looks back down at Beatrice, the empty mug by her side and her sleeping shorts riding up her buttcheeks as she stretches herself further, almost lying down on her side. Has she really not noticed him there? Bradley smiles even more, slowly approaching his wife, leaning over to touch her arm, “Bea.” she jumps a bit, the sudden movement making her drop the mechanical pencil to the floor and crack the thin lead.
Her wide eyes turn to him, with her lips parting in surprise, “Roos! I–” she then frowns, groaning, “Oh no, what time is it?”
“It’s two in the morning, gorgeous.”
“Two in the– shit.” she groans again, pushing herself to a seated position and frowning when she hears some of her joints pop, “I’ve been here for forty- five minutes, gosh dang it.”
“What are you doing up, though?” he crouches next to her, gently tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear, “Did something happen?”
“Oh, no I just lost sleep.” she explains, “I went to make myself tea and I decided that since I was having tea I could draw something while I waited, just until the sleep came…and now I’m here.”
Rooster smiles at her response, his eyes moving around the whole room with amazement, “You’ve decided to draw on the walls?”
“Yes…oh God, did I wake you?? I–”
“No,” he chuckled, ‘No, you didn’t. You know I wake up around this time to get some water or use the bathroom, pretty girl….but I did miss your warmth while on the bed and got confused.” he looks up at the duck pond again, his smile widening, “It looks amazing.”
Beatrice’s eyes softened, turning her head to the duck pond just like he was, her little smile getting wider and her cheeks getting red, “You think so?” he nods, “I…I don’t know I felt…really inspired.”
“Well, we did talk about making it a forest room.”
Her eyes dropped to her hands and her smile faltered a bit as she wrung her hands together, “Am I being too quick?” she questions quietly “I mean…there’s no baby yet.” she whispers, almost feeling ashamed of doing this, “I just…I don’t know, I don’t want to be–”
“Too much too soon?” He repeats her words from days before with his smile turning wistful. Beatrice smiles embarrassedly and Rooster lowers his legs to the ground, pushing himself to sit beside her against the only blank part that was left of the wall. He holds up a hand, palm directed at her and she places her smaller hand in his,interlacing their fingers, “I think it’s great.” he begins, rubbing the side of her hand with his thumb, “I mean, there’s not baby yet but there will be a baby soon…we are trying a lot.” cue to Beatrice’s embarrassed little laugh, “And…hey, it’ll be ready for when the baby does come. You don’t have to finish this whole thing now, keep it as the sketch then when it’s time you can paint over it.”
Beatrice’s worried frown melted into a grateful expression, her smile returning with full force as she took in his words. He’s completely right, just because it’s there it doesn’t mean they should worry about that now…it’ll be done when it has to be done, “...you are right.” she whispers, then sighs as she leans her back to hit the wall, pursing her lips a bit, “...I really liked the bears.” she gestures vaguely to the family walking across the window, “I based on the black bear I saw in that book when we went to Virginia.”
His heart was going to explode.
Bradley just looked at her like she was the sun and he was Icarus ready to die on it, “...you are so fucking cute.” she smiles at him, “God, you are so fucking cute and if it wasn’t so late at night I’d make out with you right now.” Beatrice giggles, but her laughter is broken by a soft yawn, the first one of the night since she woke up, “Time for bed, ma’am.”
“Yeah I– Rooster!” she laughs tiredly when he just picks her up so her legs are around his waist and his hands on her butt, her cheek resting on the curve of his shoulder, “I need to take the mug back down.”
“Nah, that can wait, come on Jojo.” he whistles softly for the pitbull to follow them outside, turning off the light in the room with a flick of his finger, “It ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
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Fire and Flame {Part 05 of 09}
Pairing: Eddie Munson X Henderson Reader
Chapter word count: 1.5 K
Summary: Being one of the best cheerleaders from Hawkins High, you never knew a day in which you weren't one of the most popular and wanted girls in school. So, when you get the eye of Eddie Munson and start to spend way too much time with him, the school starts to think you're crazy for hanging out with a Freak... And some people decide to do something about it.
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Ice Queen
“Is it true what they say?” Hailey asks as you walk through the hall after the last period. “That of all the guys in Hawkins, Eddie Munson was the one to break through the Ice Girl's heart?”
You haven't heard that nickname in a long time. People used to call you that because you only had one boyfriend, many years ago, and besides that, no other guy ever got too close, not romantically. You didn't mind it enough to hate it, so you just shrug. “People only say that because I didn't want to date any of the idiots from the team.”
“Hey.” She exclaims. “I date someone from the team.”
“Isn't he an idiot?” Glancing at her, you offer a smile because Hailey isn't one of the bad. She was the first to call you, right after you got home, apologizing. And she wasn't even one of the girls who were supposed to break your fall.
Hailey giggles, and nods. “Sometimes.”
“I thought so.” When you reach the hall that leads to the Principal's office, you stop. “I'll go in now. Talk to you later.” Waving, you go your own way, meeting Eddie by the Principal's door. “Didn't mean to make you wait.”
“I just got here.” He steps closer, placing a kiss on your cheek. “For luck.”
“I'll have you with me for luck.” Smiling, you softly knock on the door. “Principal Norton?”
“Come in, please.” The voice on the other side says and both you and Eddie go inside.
It takes some time to explain to Mr. Norton everything that happened because he has no idea of what happens in this school. But once he gets a grip of it, of course, he doesn't believe you. “Mr. Carver has always been a very good student, on behavior and grades both... More than I can say about Mr. Munson here.”
“Ouch,” Eddie exclaims.
You gasp. “Are you saying you don't believe Eddie because he has bad grades? Excuse me, Mr. Norton, but were your grades always exceptional?”
He shakes his head. “No, but they were never as bad as Eddie's are.”
“If his word and mine isn't enough, you have the doctor's papers. I had a concussion. My back still hurt, and I assure you those girls didn't look worried when I fell. They looked-”
“Terrified. And guilty.” Eddie adds, and you nod. “When they came back from talking with the guys from the team, their posture was different. I should have said something, but I'd never guess they'd so something like that.”
The Principal nods. “So you're also accusing the girls?”
“No. Jason is the head of this. Who knows what he told them? Jason is not the person he makes other people believe, Principal Norton.”
“I'm so sorry, but I don't see what I can do. The girls say it was a miscalculation, I can't proceed with just some speculations.”
As you expected. “Alright. I'll take this to the police.”
“You don't have to-”
“I'll take this to the police.” Repeating, you get up. “You have allowed bullying to roam free in this school. My brother was one of the many who suffered from it. And this is the result. When kids are allowed to call other kids funny names, laugh at their differences and go unpunished, name-calling becomes this.” You make a vague gesture. “I could have had some serious trauma, you can confirm that with the doctor. Thank you so much for your help, Principal Norton. You'll be hearing from me very soon.”
You're still speaking when the yelling starts, and just as Mr. Norton gets up, alarmed, Jason bursts through the door. “That Freak!” He says, yelling at the top of his lungs. “He screwed up my car! He-” His voice is cut short when his eyes finally acknowledge Eddie. Than you.
It's so freaking hard not to smile. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I know you did it, Freak. You'll pay for it.” Jason steps closer to Eddie, but just as you'll move to stand between the two men, Eddie steps forward, pushing you behind him.
“Care to explain it, Mr. Carver, instead of making accusations?” Mr. Norton inquires.
“All the door locks of my car are screwed. This Freak shoved something in there and broke it. I can't open it.”
Mr. Norton gives Eddie a look. “Mr. Munson has been in here for over an hour.”
“Then one of his cult members did it.”
“The Club is off today. They're probably already gone.” Eddie says, and Principal nods.
“I will not accept false accusations, Mr. Carver. I get kids to have their... Enmities. But this has gone too far.”
“Then who? Who could have done it?”
“Anyone from this school.” You say, looking at Jason from behind Eddie's shoulder. “Or middle school. Or anyone from town. You have a lot of people who don't buy your good boy act, Jason. We're not the only ones.”
“You think I-”
“Enough!” Mr. Norton cuts off Jason's shout, raising a hand. “I'll try to find who did it, but it wasn't Mr. Munson. Now you will all leave and go home. If I hear of any fights, even outside the school hours or school grounds, I'll act upon it.”
With that, you all left the Principal's office. Jason went right out, walking fast, and you followed on a much slower pace with Eddie. “We did it.” You whisper, a smile on your face. “The very first blow, and we already cleared our names.”
“I would pay to have seen his face.”
“He probably got as red as a tomato.” Holding the laughter, you hold Eddie's arm. “His nightmare has just begun.”
•••
A week later, you're having lunch, your chair put next to Eddie's on the head of the table as you take this short time to help him with some last doubts about his coming Biology and Chemistry, books and notebooks spread on the table.
But then, Jason comes, causing everyone to go silent. You know it's him, without even looking. But you have to pretend you don't. “What's going on?” You ask, your voice just loud enough for some of the nearby tables to listen.
A lot of people start getting up, and you and Eddie do the same. “Holy shit!” He exclaims, getting an angry look from Jason.
The guy ignores the stares, and sit's down at this usual table. His hair is buzzed, almost all gone. This time is very hard not to laugh. But you hold it back, taking deep breaths.
Sitting back down, you bit your lip, and Eddie is trying as hard as you. Under the table, he takes your hand, squeezing it, and you do the same.
When lunch is over, you wish him good luck and go on with your class. By the end of the period, you join the cheerleaders, but the doctor asked you to take it slow, so you decide to let Hailey be the flyer this time, and dance on the ground. You don't mind. And to be honest, you rather not risk falling again.
Eddie stays in the bleachers, his eyes locked on you, much as he has been doing ever since you started training again. You told him many times he doesn't have to, but he insisted. And you can't say you don't like that he's protective.
An hour later, you come from the locker room, hair still a bit wet, jogging to him.
“Ready to go?”
“Yes, my Lady.” He takes your arm on him, and you make your way to the parking lot. “I don't like that you're training. You should rest.”
“It's been a while and the doctor said I could train again, just keep it down a bit.”
“Just don't do any crazy jumps. They might still be up to do what Jason tells them to.”
Stopping by his car, you turn to look at him. “You know what they're saying? About me?”
“That I'm thawing a certain ice heart?” Eddie says with a smile.
“So you've heard it.”
“I did, and it made me happy.” He comes closer, closer than before, and you have to raise your head to look into his eyes. “The Crazy Farmer and the Ice Queen...”
“I like how it sounds.” You admit, biting your lip.
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Hey can I request a raimi! Otto octavius x abused female reader. I also completely understand if you are not comfortable with this
this became personal to me, I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted but it means a lot to me. thank you for requesting <:) reader has PTSD, my first hurt/comfort
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How the World Works ||doc ock x fem. reader
word count: 1308
summary: Doctor Octopus has a talk with his hostage that leaves them both a bit misty-eyed.
trigger warnings: vague talk of abuse (type unspecified), PTSD, crying
“Tell me,” He said, turning to face her fully. He sat in a rolling chair across from her in his dilapidated laboratory by the river. “Why do you look so lost?” He asked her, clasping his gloved hands together. “Every time I spare you a glance, you… You’re staring off into nothing, wide-eyed.” She couldn’t help but shake her head dismissively and smile at him. “Didn’t I tell you I could see ghosts, Doc?” She said, doing her best to dissolve some of the tension in the poor doctor’s voice; but he didn’t laugh. In fact, he looked sadder. She paused and followed with a sigh. “It’s nothing important, really. I just tend to space out.” She smiled at him, sitting back in her seat. “My fear, however,” He began, leaning forward. “Is that there is more to it than you’re letting on.” He insisted lowly. “Please, be honest with me,” he continued, rolling the chair closer to her. “What’s going on?”
And here, she realized, there was a reason he had a doctorate and she did not. Her smile faltered and her expression became stoic, cold. “Why?” She asked. The doctor paused for a moment himself, unsure. Why was this important to him? She was a hostage. This girl was only here so he could lure Spider-Man to his death. Something intrigued the doctor about her. Maybe this was why. The actuators sure had a lot to say about her, enough for Otto to verbally command them to shut up; followed by a swift reassurance that it wasn’t meant for her. “Doctor, it isn’t something I like to talk about. Surely you understand.” Otto sighed. “I do, but don’t call me Shirley.” and her smile came back in the smallest of fragments. The sight relieved Otto some; maybe this would make her more comfortable to talk.
“Listen.” She began, holding her hand out to him. “If you want to know? I’ll tell you.” He took note of the newfound wavering in her voice. “Very well.” She took a deep breath in, her lungs expanding in a sort of nervousness she didn’t often get the luxury of feeling. Where to begin…
“Things happened to me that I don’t typically like to think about.” She murmured, motioning lightly with her hands for emphasis. “But sometimes… sometimes my brain makes me think about them. And I can’t stop my brain from making me think about them, because my body just… it shuts down when I do.” She cups her hands together as she speaks, staring down at her fingers instead of at the doctor. “It’s been a while, don’t worry. Some years since it happened, actually.” Letting out a shaky sigh, she trudged on. “But when I space out, and I start to remember, I get just as scared and…a- and just as sad, and just as angry as I was back then. It isn’t diluted by passing time as it should be. It’s… like I’m still there.” Otto couldn’t bring himself to press for details. Not right now, they’d come with time. But, he began to think, whoever hurt her… they’d be given a visit.
“And you feel as isolated at that moment as you did back then?” He inquired carefully. She nodded slowly in response. “Even though I’ve never really been so alone since then, I can’t help but… fear the worst, you know? What if it happens again? What if I can’t see the signs this time?” Otto put a hand over her own. “You simply cannot.” He said quietly. “W-What?”
“Yn, if you live your life amidst a sea of ‘What-ifs’, you will drown. It is a battle you will simply lose each time you try to fight. Though it isn’t completely hopeless, you see; wounds will always heal. Look at me, for example. Most would see these actuators as a nuisance, a reason for bother; but I do not! I have been able to take control of them, and I have been able to do all of this!” He turned and made a sweeping motion to the large four-pronged reactor he’d built from scraps. “Any poor situation can be solved with a bit of sweat, some patience, and a line of poetry.” He squeezed her hand softly between his own two. “Are you a fan of literature, Yn?” He asked her. “W-” “Don’t bother answering. Come here.”
He led her to the base of the machine across the old warehouse, smiling fondly. “Look upon this fusion reactor. I lost my lab, my funding, and even my wife. I was given these mechanical appendages for what, at first, I believed to be a curse. But they were the reason I was able to bring this machine back to life!” He exclaimed, clearly proud of himself. “I was able to find a way to work through what had happened to me. I’m still not where I deserve to be, but look what I’ve done for myself using these. I believe you can do the same, Yn.” He turned to see a stray tear falling from her eye as she gazed upon the machine. “Yn,” He said, carefully approaching her and wiping her cheek. “You will be great, too. I can see it in your eyes.”
Her eyes were puffy and red and crying more than they had been moments ago, but that didn’t matter to either of them. She rubbed her face and choked down the sobs that were crawling up her strained throat. “Th-” She sniffed, wiping her nose. “They really mislabeled you, Doctor.” She choked out beneath the tears. “Don’t make this about me, you little minx.” He allowed a warm smile to cross his lips, placing his hands softly on her shoulders. She laughed a sort of amalgamation. A Frankenstein of sobs and laughter, of thanks and apologies. Who would have thought the one person to give her the time of day would be a man she’d never met before?
She covered her face in her shaking hands and allowed herself to cry. To really, actually cry. Otto came close to her and rested his chin on her head, wrapping his arms around her. His coat was warm and his skin was soft. He smelled like a mixture of cigars and leather and river water. It was a peculiar scent, wasn’t it? She didn’t move, she only sobbed. Years and years of memories and feelings, fights and loneliness, fear and sadness; it all came crashing down from a feigning mask of humor. To Otto, the question he had posed to himself earlier grew to show its own answer. She was a puzzle, an equation. One he wanted - no, needed - to solve. She felt like fireflies on a summer evening in Central Park, like fresh snow on the ground outside of his lab in the winter.
And Otto began to cry, too. He clutched her in his arms and he realized how much this girl had grown to mean to him. In only a few short days, he realized he would fight tooth and nail to keep her safe and healthy and alive with him. He thought about their banter, their jokes, her words of kindness and affirmation and he wept. He placed a hand on the back of her head and the two of them cried together. “T-Thank you, doctor.” She whispered breathily into him. Otto didn’t give a response verbally, but he held her a bit tighter in his arms.
When it was over, and they’d both exhausted their tears, they looked at each other and began to smile. Their smiles began soft, broken laughter, and they hugged each other again; but it wasn’t a hug for them to cry into this time. They laughed and they wiped their eyes and noses and they began to realize that the world had a strange way of working.
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