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h-hollieskz · 5 months

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BE GOOD

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->pairing: sub seungmin x dom gn reader

->word count: 1000+

->synopsis: your desperate pup just couldn’t wait until you got home

->tw: briefly mentioned edging?, fingering (m), slapping, crying (men crying is my ultimate weakness 😔), you call seungmin pup n stuff and he wears puppy ears and a collar, ties his wrists, overstimulation, ruined orgasm?, aftercare sorta, sry if I missed anything

->authors note: I hate it :)

Buzz

Your phone buzzed from your pocket and you saw it was your boyfriend, Seungmin, but you ignored it returning to your conversation. It was only when you heard the second ping, that your hand began to snake to your pocket to retrieve your phone once more.

You opened the notifications, rolling your eyes when you saw what he had wrote.

Please come back.

You can’t leave me here like this.

He couldn’t even let you go out with your friends for more than a few hours before he was spamming you with messages. He’s so clingy.

Buzz

Please

Buzz

I’m begging you

Buzz

I need you

Buzz

😭

“I’m sorry-“ you apologised to your friends who had paused whilst you read the texts. “It’s nothing carry on.”

Buzz

Why did you leave me on read?

Your finger pressed the silent button.

Pleeeease

It’s your fault I’m like this anyway :(

You’re the one who told me I couldn’t cum last night :((((((

Your eyes scan his messages, choosing once again to ignore him. He can wait a few more hours surely.

☆☆☆☆☆

As you arrive back home, you take off your shoes at the door, plopping your bag on the kitchen table. You pull out a chair, sitting down to check your messages. Two texts from your mom, and a staggering 32 texts and 3 missed calls from your boyfriend. You barely bother to check each individual message, but one draws your attention. It isn’t a text at all. It's a video.

It was sent almost an hour ago, a pathetic 3 minute video of Seungmin fucking his pillow. You can’t deny how his gasps and whimpers turn you on and it suddenly reminds you of something. You haven’t seen him yet- where is he?

You press your ear up against your bedroom door barely hearing the tiny moans coming from the other side. Cracking open the door very slightly, you catch a glimpse of Seungmin, lying on your bed. His legs were wide open, one hand desperately pumping his cock, the other with 2 fingers knuckle deep in his ass. There was one thing however that you couldn’t take your eyes off. He was wearing his collar and brown, floppy ears you had bought him. Such a cutie.

You tut slowly, making a big deal of pushing open the door, relishing in how his eyes widen. He jumps at the sight of you, spilling all over his stomach for what can’t be the first time. He hastily grabs a pillow, trying to cover himself, face flushed red.

“So shy pup? You weren’t like this in that little video you decided to send me earlier.” You raise your eyebrows.

Seungmin stutters slightly, trying to come up with an explanation. “I-uh. It- it’s”

“Hm?” You press. “And what’s this? I thought I told you this morning. No touching whilst I’m out.” As you get closer, you pull the pillow away from where he hugs it to his chest. His angry red dick presses up against his toned stomach- covered in various fluids- and his cheeks only burn a deeper crimson as you crouch down in front of him. “Don’t ignore me Minnie. I want an answer.”

He bites his lip before answering, “It’s not my fault.” A tear slips down his cheek and you wipe it away with your thumb. “I couldn’t hold back any more.” He whispered.

“That’s okay pup, I understand. But you understand you have to be punished for this- don’t you?”

Seungmin whimpers, “I under-“ You don’t let him finish his sentence, landing a harsh slap on his left cheek. His face contorts with pain, but his dick gives him away, twitching as you make impact.

“Puppies don’t talk Minnie, lie down.”

You wait for him to lie back down on your bed before you get up to retrieve the box from your closet. Out of it, you pull a length of pink ribbon and a wand vibrator. As Seungmin sees, he lets out the most adorable sound.

“Colour Seungmin?”

“Green.” He whimpers.

“Good puppy, I’m going to tie your wrists to the bed frame okay?” With his eyes scrunched shut, your boyfriend nods, lifting his arms off the mattress to help you.

When you finish, tying it off with a bow, you crawl back to admire your work.

“You look so pretty like this Minnie.” Seungmin gasps beneath you as you press your finger against his softening dick. He looks so overstimulated. “How many times did you cum before I got home puppy? You can speak.”

“Th-three.”

“Oh you little whore.” You remark. “Does this hurt?” You grip his cock tightly, slowly but firmly beginning to jerk him off.

He nods softly.

“Good.”

You turn on the vibrator and he flinches at the low buzzing. He squirms as you start at his balls- teasing him before moving further up his length. His back arches and he strains against the ribbon, legs starting to kick as it gets higher and higher. You pin him down by sitting on his legs, straddling him as he keeps trying to escape. As you reach his angry-looking tip he finally loses it.

“N-nghh” he whines as he feels himself getting hard again. Tears are falling freely by now, staining his pretty face as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

“You look so pretty like this, my adorable little puppy.” Drool slips from his parted lips as you continue your mean teasing, occasionally switching to play with his sensitive nipples.

“Are you going to cum again pup?” You ask coyly, smirking at his pained whimpers as he nods his head desperately. “Okay then, cum for me Minnie.”

Seungmin’s mouth forms an ‘o’ as clear liquid splatters against his chest, a scream-like sound escaping his mouth. He shakes uncontrollably as he comes down from his high.

When he’s done you quickly turn off the vibrator, going to untie his wrists from the ribbon he’s been pulling at. You pull him in your arms, fingers brushing through his sweat-soaked hair.

“You did good baby.” You praise, stroking his soft puppy ears as Seungmin buries himself in your embrace

It’s not my fault the voices told me to write it

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wanderingelvis · 1 year

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i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

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Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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hi! I said I’d think of an ask for Silas or the soldier guy, and the best I could think of was how would they act around a pet, like a cat or something, that always challenges them for readers attention, (I think you’ve done this with some of your other ocs before) like the soldier fella comes back after being away from home just for his spot in bed to be taken by the cat or something, much to readers delight.

I just thought of another idea that I’ll send in another time while writing this lol, dont want to spam asks😅, hope your days going well and take your jolly time with this :)

Solider Guy

Your husband pockets his tool bag as he heads to the bedroom. You always forget to send him a copy of the keys when you move. He eases the door open to find his lovely spouse curled up on their side of the bed, accompanied by a new friend.

A scraggly little black cat missing part of its ear lays snuggled up beside you on what appears to be a nest made out of his clothes. Your husband walks over and kneels beside the bed, inspecting the cat's collar.

The front of the collar reads "Wuss". Turning it over, he reads aloud. "If lost, please contact Y/n Garcia."

He grins. "Guess that makes me your Dad, huh? I can already tell you'll be a handful, but I'd rather have my sweetheart seek comfort from family than someone else."

Silas

Silas glares savagely at the little cat in your lap. It's been two hours. When is he gonna get his turn? That little shit is taking his place and trying to mark claim on his territory. At least he had the upper hand with the various bite marks he left on you.

The cat paws at your hand as you reach for the remote, nicking you with their claws.

"Ouch! Be careful, kitty." A raised line appears on your skin. That does it.

Silas pulls you into a headlock without actually choking you, dragging you into the back of the couch as his tongue smacks against your cheek. He had been crouching behind it this whole time, waiting for you to pay attention to him. The sudden jerk makes your cat jump off your lap and run off. He continues to nip and lap at your face as you reach out for them.

"That's right, bitch. They're mine."

You dodge his next bite. "Silas!- what the fuck, dude?"

"Relax, Doll. I'm just staking my mark on you so that cat knows it's place in this house."

"He's my pet, your my boyfriend!

"Ex-fucking-actly."

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ptergwen · 2 years

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reader with healing powers. that’s it.

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w/c: 347

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries

a/n: i made this an angsty one because i thought you’d appreciate it hehe i hope you enjoy <3 also sorry for the mini spam i’m back in a writing mood

“it hurts, y/n. it hurts so bad.“

“i know, baby. but i’m gonna fix it.”

“but- but what if it doesn’t work? what’s gonna happen?”

peter is bawling, and he can barely breathe. he’s stripped half naked in his spider-man suit to reveal his wounded abdomen, bleeding all over your covers. he showed up at the avengers compound in bad condition, and he was in even worse condition when you found him.

he’d gotten shot while trying to break up a robbery. the bullet was lodged deep, right between his ribs. you managed to remove the bullet, which wasn’t an easy feat. it took patience, precision, and left peter in excruciating pain. he’s been sobbing the whole time, harder since you removed the bullet.

peter has never been injured this badly before, never to the point that his powers couldn’t heal him.

but your powers can.

“don’t. don’t say that. you’re so strong, peter. you’re gonna get through this.“

peter’s bloodshot eyes lock with yours, whimpers leaving his quivering lips.

“i’m scared.”

it kills you to see your boyfriend like this, but you have to stay focused. he needs you. you put on a brave face and take peter’s hand.

“just look at me.”

you raise your free hand above peter’s abdomen. out of his peripherals, peter sees a flash of light coming from your palm. he wills himself to keep looking into your eyes, squeezing your hand tight as you begin to use your powers on him. it burns, and fresh tears roll down his cheeks, but you seal up the bullet wound.

you place your other hand atop yours and peter’s already connected ones when you’re finished, offering a reassuring smile.

peter touches the spot where he was shot. he’s shocked to feel that the wound is closed, and the pain is fading. he’s in awe of you and your abilities.

“you... you saved me. you saved my life.”

he eases himself to sit up, an arm wrapped around himself for support. you crouch down in front of him, smile widening.

“it’s what i do.”

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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Shapeshifter Part 1

When a girl with the strangest abilities the prince has ever met gets hurt, he finds himself unwillingly attached to a stranger.

(Sorry for the spam guys but I’m rampaging rn)

Mal stared in absolute horror as the giant white wolf he and Alina had been traveling with for days entered the pirate’s office with them, sitting on the ground next to Alina’s feet.

The Sun Summoner was discussing terms of passage when Nikolai noticed the wolf, taking in its powerful size and cold, unrelenting stare. He flashed the two strangers a grin and pointed, his excitement at seeing a wolf for the first time so close to him growing.

“Now that is a gorgeous dog.” He said, nodding towards the animal. To his surprise, the wolf dipped her head at him. As if it was thanking the prince.

“Please don’t compliment her, her ego’s big enough already.” Alina sighed, and glared right back at the wolf when the animal sent her a mocking snarl.

“Dramatic beast.” Mal sighed, then protested when Nikolai beckoned to the wolf, leaving his desk chair to crouch on the ground.

“Hello,” he cooed, “who’s a good girl?”

“She’s—“ Mal started, mortified, at the same time Alina said, “Please don’t pet her she isn’t—” But the wolf stepped over to the prince, almost preening when he rubbed her ears and treated her like she was a small puppy instead of a warrior of a dog.

“Y/N, enough.” Alina snapped, her temper and embarrassment at its peak, and the wolf grumbled. The creature clearly understood them all, and Nikolai was fascinated by its intelligence. “Go find a robe or something and stop playing around.”

Nikolai gave Alina a weird look, raising a brow.

“A robe?” He demanded, standing up. “What are you—”

But Mal had his jacket off and set it down behind him, and then a flash of light filled the room, and Nikolai stumbled backwards into the wall in surprise. The prince let out a strangled noise of fear when a person—a woman—stood up from the floor, buttoning Mal’s long, knee length coat around herself before any of the trio could get a glimpse of her body underneath it.

“Sorry about that.” She giggled, tying her hair up out of her face. “It never gets old, it really doesn’t.”

“You’re a…” Nikolai wracked his brain for a single idea of what kind of Grisha she could be. He had no clue what order allowed people to change into animals, but…

“Not a Grisha, sorry to disappoint.” She said, then suddenly pressed a hand against her stomach, stilling for a moment, and bolted out of the office. Nikolai stared after her in mute surprise for the ten seconds it took for the three of them in the office to hear her vomiting over the side of the ship, her retching making him feel sick, as well.

“It’s a rare ability.” Alina explained, looking over at Mal, then back to the prince. “Way back before the Grisha. She may be the only one left of her kind.”

“I’m back.” Y/N said, looking remarkably less pale than she had the moment before. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

***

Later, Nikolai stepped outside and sat down cautiously next to the girl, the shapeshifter, who sat cross-legged against the side of the ship. She was wearing his own shirt, white and barely long enough to reach mid-thigh, but she had walked around in it shamelessly, claiming none of his pants fit her and she wouldn’t look like a clown.

He tried not to stare at her long legs tucked on the deck.

“Thank you,” she told him, gesturing to the clothes and the bowl of soup in front of her. She’d eaten a bowl already, claiming that using her power starved her, and she was sipping on a mug of peppermint tea that calmed her stomach. “I needed this badly. I was stuck in that body for four days and I thought I was going to start barking at people without it being a joke.”

“How does it…” Nikolai approached the topic slowly, still absorbing her eyes, her long hair—she was gorgeous, that was undeniable, but he was still wary of the beast that hid beneath her skin. “Do you always get sick after?”

“No.” She said simply, and took a sip of her tea. Then her smile turned wry, and she tilted her head. “You know, my sense of smell is very good when I’m in a wolf form.”

He raised a brow.

“And?”

“And I never forget someone’s scent. And you smell like someone I saw several years ago, when I was masked as a hawk in Ravka.”

Nikolai’s heart seemed to stop, before he said, as calmly as possible, “please do not share that information.”

“And upset your royal good-lookingness? Never.” She took another sip of tea and smiled, this time free of teasing, and he smiled hesitantly back. “But anyways. Things like a hawk or a squirrel or something, maybe a bunny, don’t take that much out of me. The smaller than animal and the less time in the body, the less it effects me.” Then she shuddered, her face paling a bit. “It’s the bigger forms that take from me. I worry someday that I’ll shift into something too big and won’t be able to shift back without it killing me.”

Nikolai pondered this, still utterly floored by the concept. They were going to sail for the sea-whip, and a shifter might very well be a useful advantage to he and his crew. Maybe if she turned into a hawk or a falcon and scouted ahead for them…

He looked over at her, finding her eyes, so calculating, watching him already.

“What?” He asked, his tone a bit too startled for his liking.

“You’re much more handsome, now.” She said, matter of factly, and he was ashamed to find himself a bit flustered. Him. Flustered. “To tell you a secret, I’ve always wanted to date a prince.”

“Alright.” He scoffed, sitting up straighter, and ignored the glimmer of amusement in those eyes. “You’re tired. We have a long day ahead of us in the morning, shifter.”

“Will I be sleeping in your bed, or you in mine?”

“Are you always this flirty?”

“I have a thing for pirate princes.”

Nikolai’s smile was genuine when he offered her his arm, guiding her along with him towards the hammock area where the rest of the crew slept. She lingered by the door, casting a sultry look over a shoulder. Damn him, that look. She smirked as if she knew exactly what he was thinking about and sauntered away, pulling a laugh from Nikolai when he watched her pounce onto Mal in his hammock, almost knocking herself and the tracker onto the floor.

Part 2 —> here.

#shadow and bone #shapeshifter #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #sturmhond #sturmhond x reader

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barblaz-arts · 9 months

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Hey, I tried to message you this, but my phone is dumb and sorry if I spammed you! But I love your work, and I don't want to take any credit, but here's my fanfiction on your work of how Vega and Elosie met.

"Hey, Vega! There's where you've been hiding!" I feel my right ear flick at the annoying voice. We're literally five feet apart he doesn't need to shout.

He giggles to himself and I feel his body drape over my shoulder and I harshly elbow him at the contact.

He whimpers briefly and then chuckles as he covers the brusing area with a hand. His drink in the other sloshes a little as he staggers back.

"Piss off, Duke. I already came to this annoying function, because I gave your mom my word that I'd watch out for you at school," I growl as I look over toward the pit.

The natural collection of jagged rocks in a circle created a perfect pit for, you guessed it, parties hosted by drunk dumb teens in the middle of the black forest. The area keeps the bonfire large but safe from spreading to the forest and its great to keep the crowd together, but apart enough so loners like me can observe safley at the tree Iine.

The various teens shout and laugh as the light causes some eyes to reflect in the dark. The myriad of smells clog up my nose. Doesn't anyone teach them there's a thing as too much perfume?

He pouts and the flames reflect in is dark glasses. Tomorrow his baggy grey sweatshirt will be gone and the purple and black Nevermore uniforms will decorate the halls of the newest supernatural generation.

"You know you didn't have to come. My mom wouldn't have known," he rubs his hand on his neck.

"An Addams never breaks a promise," I snarl as I watch the untouched contents of my cup swirl. That, and mother would totally kill me.

I know mom would be upset too and her disappointed puppy eyes are one of the few things that I would make me rather be trampled on by an angry mob.

Now. That's a party.

Duke shakes his head,"You're not having any fun, are you?" He runs a hand through his wavy hair causing it to be even more of a mess.

No. None at all. I'd rather be sniffing around school for hidden things that weren’t on the freshmen tour. Like the hidden society that mother claimed was so easily spotted it was a joke.

"The seniors throw this Homecoming party for new and returning students. It's a tradition to go. Even as irritating as it is." I reply.

"Vega," he sighs. He takes my cup and throws it over his shoulder.

"Your littering." I state as I walk around him and pick up the plastic. I hate it when people defile mother earth.

"Listen, leave. I'm safe here. Just because my mom is your godmother doesn't mean you need to stick around a place that's making you miserable."

I can feel my brow twitch, "I am not. Plus this isn't nearly as fun as you say it is."

He pushes down his glasses and his green eyes reflect the orange flames, "Don't make me use my siren voice."

I stiffen and growl, "Don't you dare. Yoko would kick your ass if you did that to me."

He smirks and puts them back on, "Maybe. But seriously, I'll be fine! Go run around in the woods and dig up a grave or something!"

"YO!" We all turn our heads as a large gorgon holds out a whimpering girl, "Looks like we got a normie crashing the party!"

A few whistles and snarls of irritation echo off of the rocks. The boy throws her down in front of the flames and Duke winces as the girl face plants in the dirt. The crowd approaches her with manic glee.

Someone turns off the music and the cracks of the fire are the only sound.

I know the smell of bloodlust. I usually salivate at the feel of it but this time? It's not worth it to someone whose innocent.

The gorgon jumps down to her feet and crouches. His hat rattles and his eyes grow to slits. "Why are you here, human?"

She whimpers, "S-someone was-s following me and I heard the music-c."

He laughs, "What and you expect me to believe that you'd cross into Nevermore territory willingly?"

"My phone died and I got lost!" She tries to defend. She crab crawls away. Her wide blue eyes scan the area for any allies, "I was at a party and-d,"

A few watch on with smirks, other with disinterested and some in awkward uncomfortableness. The town is still split but not as bad as it should've been.

He stands up and laughs, "You should’ve stayed with your kind."

"Vega." Duke hisses. But before he can grab my hand I leap the impressive distance down.

The gorgon pauses as I calmly stroll forward.

"Mind if I take her off of your hands?" I put my hands into my pockets, my nails have already grown into claws and I smirk putting my enlarged canines on display. I can't help but feel a little excited.

I've never got to fight a gorgon yet.

"And, who are you, Barbie?" I blow one of my neon pink strands out of my face. And I see Duke push his way into the front of the crowd.

My smirk turns into a malic grin and I take my hands out and crack my knuckles together, "Do you wanna find out?

"Don't." Another large male steps next to him and the way his eyes reflect, werewolf.

The gorgon looks to his companion confused. The wolf eyes me and I maintain eye contact.

I'm not sure who the new player is but I'll be more than happy to fight him as well.

The only werewolves I've interacted with were family. And no one wants to fight the Alpha's daughter.

"She's an Addams," the boy says. I cringe as the loud whisper overtakes the area.

"An Addams?"

"Oh, great. Another one."

"Like as in Wednesday Addams?"

"I thought her mom was human?"

The gorgon huffs,"Take the human. You'll do way worse than we ever could."

I make sure to keep eyes on them as I slowly approach the girl, "Are you okay?"

She nods and I wait as she gets up and she grimaces as she puts weight on her right leg.

Duke steps forward and lifts his cup, "Come on Nevermore! I thought this was a party!?" Soon the crowd joins in and I nod my head in appreciation. The music blasts back on. And soon everyone returns as dumb teens instead of scary monsters.

He shoots me a thumbs up and I look to the girl as she looks to the wall of rocks with a frown.

"Hey, can I pick you up?"

She looks over with wide eyes. "Huh?" Dirt covers her face and clothes. There's a few scrapes that are bleeding.

I clear my throat and point to her leg that's she's gingerly standing on. She blushes, "Oh. Yeah, sure."

I crouch and look over my shoulder and try to give a friendly smile, "Get on!"

She gives me a confused look before strattling my hips and I stand with her piggy backing.

"Alright I'm going to jump."

She tightens her grip, "What!?"

I bend me knees and she goes, "Wai--!!!"

I stumble as we land on top of the Boulder. I laugh trying to calm her down, "Wow! You sure are light, aren't yah?" I can feel and hear her heart pounding out of her skull.

She gives me a quizzed smile, "You're weird."

"Thanks!"

I look into the woods as try to see which way is town. Unfortunately, we're upwind and no lights or car noises are coming through the thick compass of trees.

"I came from that way. I think." She points in a direction and I decide to take it.

The walk through the woods is quiet and surprisingly, I find myself starting to relax. I like the solidarity that the woods provides. I walk for some time as my gently swaying makes the girl relax and she puts her chin on my shoulder.

"Is it true?" The girl whispers. I flick my ear as I look out of the corner of my eye she looks away from my pointed ear.

"That you're an Addams?" I feel my arms stiffen. I never cared for the purgatory that comes with my family. I'm quiet proud and don't care for others opinions. Still it's annoying.

She quickly covers, "Not that I care! It's just that I heard from my Uncle Lucas of your mom and how she made a statue explode."

I roll my eyes. That was Thing actually, but not that she needs to know.

"I'm Eloise. Eloise Johnson" She says. I carefully go over a log. She twitchesat my silence and goes, "You know this is when someone would tell me their name in return."

"Vega." I state. I pause as we come out to a field. There's wild flowers everywhere and I feel a smile grace my lips.

It's so pretty. I look as I count the flowers, black eyed Susan's, different asters, and numerous lillys.

I stop and close my eyes as the sweet nectar and fresh air enters my nostrils. The girl behind me seems to be enjoying it too.

I look up at the clear sky and stars. I smile when I see the stars that copy my name. Then, I remember that the town is south of school. So, I go in the opposite of Polaris.

"There was something there. You know?" Eloise whispers so quietly I even have to strain my superhearing.

"It was supposed to be fun. I made myself go out l, cause I promised my mom I'd get into trouble to stop her worrying. I'm also a loner at my normie school. I've never had many friends but everyone was going. So," she shrugged,"Then, the cops came and everyone panicked. I just ran. But when I stopped, I had no idea where I was, and then my phone died. I used the flashlight setting to try to find my way back. I wandered around in the woods for a long time and then this loud crack happened." Her hand tightens on my shirt, "I know you shouldn't run from a predator but I was just...something told me to just run."

"You're human. Not your fault." I try to comfort. She snorts with a watery chuckle.

I stumble out of a thick pair of bushes and end up on asphalt of a road. I turn and see the generic Welcome sign to the town.

I lower down and she takes the sign and slides off of my back.

"You think you can go the rest of the way?" I ask. I look to her leg and she brushes some of her red hair out of her face.

"I suppose I can. Thank you."

I nod and she says, "It was nice meeting you, Vega Addams!"

....

" Can Vega Addams report to the principals office?"

I pick my head up as my cheeks are stuffed of breakfast sausage. I glare at the box and ignore of the student body stares.

Ugh. I quickly inhale my food and then walk to the school's office.

The secretary politely opens the door for me and I pause as principal Barcaly turns around with Sheirf Walker standing next to her. His eyes red and bags underneath showing little sleep.

"Morning Miss Addams," Principal Barclay drawls, "You make take a seat."

"I'm in trouble." I sit and cross my legs waiting for the adults to tell me what I supposedly did.

Mr. Walkers rubs his five o'clock shadow, "Depending."

I raise a brow. Principal Barclay sit and folds her hands on her desk.

"Did you escort a Miss Eloise Johnson home the other night?"

I tilt my head to the side, "Yes, she was lost and I took her to the town sign."

"It that all?" Sheirf asks. I smell the coffee and desperation waving off of him. I try my best to not scrunch my nose.

"Why?" I can feel my heart pick up.

Principal Barclay and Sheirf glance at each other. After a moment.

"Eloise was found dead this morning."

The author shared this to me in my dms too but I figured you guys might wanna read it too :)

#long post #not canon but i really appreciate this

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fakesimp · 1 year

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Stealing your Heart ! , With Alban Knox

Warning !

Fluff ; Alban keeps on Teasing you ; Friends to Lovers ; Established Relationship at the end ; Accidental confession

A/n : Oh finally, I wrote for my 2nd Oshi in Noctyx. Oop.

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"Hey hey, (Y/n). Look at this."

How long has he keep on pranking you today? You don't know, but you couldn't stay mad at him. Your sneaky Phantom Thief friend, always make you laugh with him. He have his own way to make you not stay mad at him for long, and right now you know very well he's gonna prank you again.

But you followed him anyway, you're both currently playing Minecraft together. Alban currently on a goofy mood, and you just oblige on doing whatever he wants. Since you, also in a goofy mood too.

And a few minutes after, as you guessed, following Alban in Minecraft leading you to your character dying. And then the call is filled with you and his laughter, "HAHAHA, I GOT YOU, OH- look what do we have here.." he said. As he moved his Minecraft character to your stuff, letting him grab your valuables.

"Don't you dare, Alban." You threatened jokingly, making the thief snickered. "Wanna Bet?" He asked as you saw his character holding, a familiar item in his hand. "Oh no you don't." You said as you immediately rush your character to Alban's, "HAHAH, GOOD LUCK CATCHING ME-"

. . .

After a good 2 hours, of pranking each other and laughing at each other's stupidity. You both finally decided to have a chill in Minecraft, or so you thought,

"(Y/n)," The Phantom Thief called, you hummed in response. "Look at me," he said as he constantly spamming crouch button, "Mhmmm, whaaat?" You said as you look at him.

There's a moment of silence of you both staring at each other, "Okay now what?" You asked making Alban cracked. "I know you like me" he said jokingly, making you sat there speechless. Staring at the screen where Alban's character stood in front of you, jumping around you.

A minute have goes on, and you still haven't said anything. "Hello? Anyone there?" Alban asked as he hits your character, "Ow- hey don't hit me-!" You said as you move your character away. "Then why are you so silentttt" he asked as he followed you, "Oh, is it because you-

. . .

Wait, you.. actually like me?" Alban clicked from the way you went silent after he joked about you liking him, "No! I don't." You lied. But of course he's not convinced, "Are you sure about that." He asked, you hummed. Trying to sound convincing enough for him to stop asking you about it, him noticing that you sounds like you don't want to talk about it he decided to let it go.

. . .

After playing with him for awhile, you both stopped playing and decided to have a little chat before going off. Everything was okay and fun until you remember about what happened in the game you both played, Minecraft.

"I know you like me"

Does he really? But it sounded like a joke when he said that. Maybe you shouldn't think too much about it, but how? When it's the truth. You like him, you do. You want to be his partner, his lover. If that's possible.

And now here you are listening to him talking, while you are also busy thinking about how to confess to him.

"And then- .. (Y/n)? You're silent again, you okay there? Helloooo?" He tried to get your attention, "Mhmm.." you replied unconsciously.

"Are you okay? You've been spacing out quite often these last few minutes even when we played, you know you can go take a rest if you're tired right? Don't force yourself.." Alban said, and at that exact moment you are silent again. Making him more worried, until you spat out three words—

"I like you."

"...huh?"

You didn't even realize you said that out loud, while the man himself is literally calling with you. "You what-" Alban asked in shock. "That's not suppose to happen--" you said as you bury your face in your palms, "Wait wait wait---" he said cutting you off.

"You, like me..?" Alban repeated, making you softly groaned at your own stupidity for saying that three words out loud. "(Y/nnnn)" he called you, "Hmm..." You replied with a hum. "You really, really, like me? Romantically? More than a friend??" Alban repeated his question again. You took a deep breath, and bit your lower lips.

"Y-Yeah.. I, Like you.., Alban. More than e friend.." You hesitantly repeated your confession, Alban went quiet for a moment. The next second you heard shuffling from his side, and then the next second you heard a scream or is it a squeal? You can't tell. It made you jumped a little, this made you question is the confession you did is a good thing or not.

"Alban?" You softly called out to your Phantom Thief friend, "Yeah! I'm okay! Totally fine!" He replied a little bit screaming since he's a bit far from the mic. And the next moment you heard another shuffling from Alban's side, "Are, you okay, I shouldn't have said it yet aren't I-" "NO! NONONO- No, I was, just shocked that's all.." Alban cuts you off again. "I kinda want to see you now.." he whispered, making your face grew hot.

"I- I mean, we can plan on a off collab..! If, you want of course.." You replied, "Yeah! Let's plan one, I want to see your face as I express my feelings too." He said oh-so-casually like it's nothing. "Huh? Wait-" "OH WAIT NO, THAT'S NOT SOMETHING I SHOULD SAY YET-" Alban panicked, "GAAAHH- Ahem-! Uhhh, So-" He tried to change the topic. "Wait no, I can't escape this..." He whispered to himself, and then he cleared his throat.

"(Y/n).. I Like you too, do you, want to be my partner in crime?" He asked you, making your heart flutters at his confession. "Y-yeah.. I want to be your partner in crime." You accepted him, if only you're there by his side.

You could see he is smiling so brightly, face a bit flushed. "Thank you for accepting me.., I can't wait to see you!! Can't wait to hug you too.." he said making you chuckle, "Yeah me too.. so should we plan it next week or?"

"Yep, definitely next week. I want to see my partner in crime. Pepper them with affection!"

"Alban!"

"Hehehe"

Your Phantom Thief friend is now Your Partner in crime, Your beloved Phantom Thief who stole your heart.

He is yours,

And you are his.

©fakesimp

A/n : Alban gonna take 2 weeks off, I hope he takes a good rest, honestly gonna miss him (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

I already miss him, dang.

I suppose to post this when my previous writings reached 100 notes, but i don't wanna leave this hanging out in my draft so.. (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Using Luxiem tags again, incase none of y'all followed Noctyx tags (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #noctyx x reader #noctyx #alban knox x reader #alban knox #luxiem x reader #luxiem

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clacefe · 2 years

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Lifeline

Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Summary: Your husband comforts you after a terrible experience.

Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault, hurt & comfort.

(This happened to me a couple of months ago, and I didn't have a Zemo to comfort me. Please, if you have any troubles regarding SA, my messages are open.)

You did your best to hold in your hiccups as you walked back to your shared apartment. Your form was trembling slightly as you clutched your handbag closer to you; a form of security, perhaps even comfort.

With every look a random man on the street gave you as you passed them, you immediately turned your head and started walking a bit faster. Once your apartment building got into view, you almost ran to the front door.

You spammed the lift button, praying it’d come sooner than usual. The doors opened smoothly with a ding, and you dove in, immediately pressing the button of the uppermost floor.

Your breathing started to pick up again, the metal box appearing smaller and smaller with each inhale. The doors couldn’t have opened soon enough, and your hands shook as you tried to find your keys.

Your legs gave out on you, and you slid down the wall, gasping for breath. Your eyes caught the glint of the doorbell, and praying that Helmut was already home, you rang it. Again. And Again.

You were about to push it for the fourth time, until your husband opened the door, mumbling about the impoliteness of the person ringing the bell.

But then he saw you, eyes red-rimmed and body shaking. He immediately crouched next to you and started talking. You saw his mouth move but couldn’t understand what he was saying. It felt like you were underwater, drowning, unable to hear, unable to breathe with just the burn in your lungs accompanying you.

“Helmut,” his name escaped your mouth with a whimper, it being the only thing you’re able to say.

The moment that he picked you up from the floor, you looped your arms around his neck, burying your head there as well.

He sat down on the couch with you in his lap. Being in his arms made your breathing even out a bit. Like the water was being pulled out of your lungs, and you could finally breathe again.

“Mīla, what happened?” his voice was dripping with concern.

You closed your eyes tightly, the pit in your stomach deepening as you recalled what happened.

“I- I was on the metro, like usual, you know? Of course with me being stupid, I took it during rush hour. And well, it, uh, it was packed. The- the man behind me–” you had to stop, screwing your eyes shut and burying your head once again in Helmut’s neck.

His grip tightened on you, and after inhaling deeply, he asked, “What did he do, mīlulis?”

“He- he started grinding his… his–” You burst out in tears again, clinging to your husband as if he was your lifeline.

Zemo didn’t need to hear anything more, he understood what happened, and he was murderous. But the killing could happen at a later date, right now he had a wife to take care of.

He put his finger under your chin and tilted your head to meet his gaze. The tears swimming in your eyes made him want to hide you away from this cruel world.

“Oh, mīla, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. But I’m here now. How about I run you a bath?”

You nodded silently, wanting that disgusting man’s touch off of your body.

You held his hand tightly as he led you to the lavish bathroom in the penthouse. He set you down on a stool near the bath and opened the faucet, letting hot water rush down.

Then he turned to you and gently started to undress you, opening the buttons of your blouse one by one and letting it slide down your shoulders. Once you were fully rid of clothing, he took your hand and helped you sit down in the bath.

He started with your favourite soap first, the smell soothing you as well as his touch. Then he used the shampoo, and in no time you were towelled down and ushered into the softest pair of pyjamas you owned.

You two lay down on the king-sized bed, the sheets rustling beneath you. For a moment, there was only silence. Just the two of you, and nothing else.

“It’s all my fault,” you whispered your voice hoarse, “if I’d just stayed half an hour extra at work…”

Helmut climbed on top of you and cupped your cheeks, “Hey, this isn’t your fault, you understand?”

You looked at him, still unconvinced.

He kissed your forehead. “You’re strong.”

Then your cheek. “And brave.”

He started trailing kisses all over your body, whispering encouraging things after each one.

And by the end of the night, as you lay naked next to your husband, you couldn’t help but feel that he was right after all of his loving touches.

#helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo x y/n #helmut zemo x you #zemo x y/n #zemo x reader #zemo x you #zemo imagine #baron zemo #oneshot #comfort #hurt/comfort #marvel #marvel mcu #tfatws #falcon and the winter soldier

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queen-shiba · 1 year

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A welcoming smile

@killersweetie @vtoriacore @vtoriacore-rbs @sakkakuu-squared @seraphni @maythearo @captain-liminal @fizzydreamz @feliciadraws @b0nkers-papaya @h3apm3ch4n151m @soru-spam @soru-ya @cynthinesia @yuuniee @ruggiethethuggie @the-dumber-scaramouche

Leona had been helping Reign with potions quite a bit lately.

Of course she had to go and mess up! Now Leona was a child again.

About seven years old, to be exact.

The first day it happened, he was crying..

Everything was so unfamiliar to him.

Even the one that his Twenty year old self knew as his girlfriend.

He seemed... Very nervous to slip up.

He was trying to prove something. Trying to impress those above him, and below him.

Leona had something to prove.

Reign had told Leona that while he stays with her in Ramshackle, he must help out around the dorm, and sure enough, he was helping the best he could.

Granted, he hardly knew what to do when cleaning, being a prince and all, he was good at sorting things out.

Late one night, while everyone was sleeping, Leona wanted a snack.

Though, Reign did tell him not to wake up for snacks, he was determined to have one.

So he got up, going to the kitchen to find a good snack!

The dorm was quiet, and no one stirred. Even the ghosts didn't see him go in.

Reaching the kitchen, Leona realized all the snacks were up in a higher place.

He managed to climb up on the counters to grab the food of his choice, getting a hold of a small bag of Ritz crackers.

That should be good... But..

He lost balance, slipping off the decorative cloth on the counter that held the dish wrack on it.

A loud thud was heard, accompanied by the sound of shattering plates and bowls.

Silverware and pots clanked against one another, hitting the floor.

Sure enough, Reign and Grim were down there within moments, having been scared out of their sleep.

Leona stiffened, sitting up as the light was turned on quickly.

It was a mess...

Reign took in the sight, expression full of irritation.

"Myah!?" Grim was shocked, gaze turning to the little lion, "What did you do!?"

Leona lowered his head, ears pressed flat against his head. Oh no... He messed up..

Reign's eyes landed on his, expression having calmed to a resting one.

She looked so... Irritated..

She was upset with him wasn't she..?

Maybe he should have listened...

Leona frowned, curling his tail into his side. What would she do..?

Instead of yelling, the prefect crouched down in front of him.

She didn't get upset. A warm smile crept onto her features. Her whole face brightened, like a camp fire one would sit next to.

It was... A welcoming smile from her... The first time he'd seen one from her..

"It's okay.. We all make mistakes. C'mere." Her voice was so... soft...

She opened up her arms for him, seeing how nervous and upset he was.

Leona slowly stood up, before following his gut and running to her, hugging the larger woman tightly.

He began to cry, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay.. I'm not upset. Next time ask me to help you, alright?" Reign told him softly, petting his head.

She was so gentle with him...

Warm like the sun...

It was different from his home... Cold despite the climate.

He never felt the warmth of someone else...

This... It reminded him of his mother...

So soft.. so kind. He could live in this forever...

The End!

#twst #twisted wonderland #savanaclaw #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x mc #twst fluff #twisted wonderland fluff

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nnight-dances · 2 years

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BIG WORDS

pairings: huening kai x gn!reader

mentions of: txt's yeonjun, txt's beomgyu, nct's haechan, nct's mark, (g)-idle's yuqi

genre: fluff, angst, slightly suggestive at the end, humor if i may say so myself

trope: best friends to lovers! how cool and original ha!

what to expect: he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

author's note: reader is pansexual :) :) i gave up on doing an elaborate pride-themed series because i don't trust myself but i will try to release something for each member. and if you have any requests, do feel free to leave them!!

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you wake up to your phone blowing up beside you. the buzzing of your phone startle you and you roll over to the side, picking up your phone with a groan, peeking at your phone through squinted eyes.

you sigh with recognition when your phone lights up with 10 unread messages from hyuka

hyuka: yo

hyuka: dude

hyuka: y/n…

hyuka: hulloooooooo

hyuka: y/n the loml my bestie my dear friendo

hyuka: wake up how much do u even sleep brooooo

hyuka: broski it’s important

hyuka: wow i cannot believe youuu……. stoppp ignoring meee

you groan again, cursing him in your head as you swipe your phone open.

hyuka: aha!! ur online

y/n: no shit bitch you spammed me like you were on fire or some shit

hyuka: i could’ve been on fire and u would sleep through it

y/n: happily

y/n: what the fuck do u want this early

hyuka: early?? it’s 12 pm but ok

hyuka: ok but but but i have a idea

y/n: an*

y/n: and stop having ideas

hyuka: ur gonna regret saying that

hyuka: bc i was gonna ask u to come shopping

hyuka: but ig not since u want me to stop having ideas

y/n: ….. you little shit

y/n: come pick me up in 30

hyuka: and why would i do that

y/n: because you love me <3 and you support me <3

hyuka: first i’m hearing of it 🤔

y/n: alright bye im going back to sleep if that’s what u want

hyuka: fINE BE READY BY 1!!!!!!

—

“i thought i told you i’d be here by one?” the feigned disbelief rings in hueningkai’s voice as he steps into your bedroom to find you crouched in front of your measly but functional dressing table.

“you said to be ready by one,” you mumble through gritted teeth as you focus on getting the stroke of your eyeliner right, “and that doesn’t mean you’d be here by then, so i took some more time.”

“ah, sorry, i forget how stupid you are sometimes,” hueningkai comments as he flips down on your bed. you sigh, finally satisfied with the winged eyeliner you’d been perfecting for the past five minutes.

“and i forget how shameless you are sometimes,” you retort, standing up with a huff, “barging into my house without even knocking? you’re worse than any toxic parent i’ve met.”

hueningkai greets with a sarcastically bright smile, sitting up and watching you as you put on your crocs with a pout. he laughs and you glare at him.

“’s funny how you put all that effort into your outfit only to top it off with your ugly crocs.”

you throw a handful of the tissues you used to clean up your failed eyeliner attempts at his face, “i’m going shopping without you, asshole. maybe i’ll get yeonjun, at least he understands fashion.”

“hmm, i’m gonna tell beomgyu-hyung you chose yeonjun-hyung as the fashion expert, and then we’ll talk.”

you flip hueningkai off, shoving him through the hallway of your living room, with shooing sounds. as you grab your car keys and exit the house, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the only full-length mirror at your place. a white loose-fitted shirt slightly tucked into the front of your denim shorts pair smoothly with your black crocs — you have no idea what hueningkai’s going on about, you think as you follow him with a smirk.

—

“ohhhh, how is this one?”

you stop in your tracks with a glower on your face, wondering why hueningkai is pointing the ugliest shade of green in your face.

“what?” he squeaks when he spots the look on your face, “i thought you liked green! i can’t keep up with you!”

you shake your head, “i love green, hyuka, but that—” you point a hesitatn finger at the not-green jumper in his hand, “that’s fucking devil vomit. i’m not wearing that even if you paid me real money to.”

“what if i treated you to frozen yogurt after this?”

you wordlessly snatch the atrocious piece of clothing from him, “i’m never going to buy it though so don’t even think about it.”

“don’t be so sure of yourself, y/n,” hueningkai grins at the sight of his chosen piece lying in your shopping bag and you sigh internally at how adorable it is of him to be so excited over having bribed you into simply trying on the jumper. the vision of his sheer happiness remains ingrained in your mind later, when you do put the thing on, and much to your surprise, you’re not knelt on the floor puking your insides out.

“how is this?” you deadpan with a dead look on your face as you open the door to find him already jumping up and down like an excited child at the sight of cotton candy. if only the jumper you’re wearing was the color of cotton candy, you’d consider justifying hueningkai’s taste in clothes.

“wow! wait, you actually look cute in this!”

“so you did think it was an ugly sweater?” you hit hueningkai’s arm and he bites his lip at having been caught. “fuck you. just for this, i get to choose what flavor of frozen yogurt you’re getting.” you turn around only to be spun back around.

hueningkai’s flushed face greets you and he looks down at the floor, “i’m- i’m serious! you look cu- this looks cute! seriously! i’m not pranking you right now?”

you choke over a laugh at his flustered state, both confused and half-flustered yourself. you would always have so many questions about this boy. but for now you settle your insides with a loving head-pat to hueningkai’s brown hair, “i believe you for some reason. i’m going to try the other stuff on.”

as you close the door behind you, hueningkai sighs into his hands, unable to understand what he was doing. he’s ready to melt into a nondescript muddle of emotions outside your trial room to recover but your voice calls out to him sooner than he expects.

“hey, hyuka?” his heart skips a beat at the hesitance in your tone, “um, fucking hell, i need some help here.”

hueningkai chokes over his words, “h-help? you- what, you can’t even wear clothes without my help now?” he laughs at his own unwise joke, ignoring the eye-roll of the hormonal pre-teen kid next to him.

“can you actually shut the fuck up for once and like, help me before i suffocate to death?”

hueningkai coughs, feeling his ears burn. he slightly opens the door to your trial room. “i can come in?” he mutters, heart in his throat. “yes! do you need me to write it on a fucking paper or something? come inside!!”

the boy beside him chuckles, and hueningkai glares at him, cursing him for still not having had hit puberty.

either way, he shimmies into the room, and the first thing he thinks when he looks at you is: god, he hates stupid clothes that get stuck around people’s limbs.

second, he thinks: fuck, you’re standing half-naked in front of him.

you look at him through the mirror in front of you, “hello? i’m literally being hung to death by a piece of clothing and you’re busy gaping at me? do i need to start crying before you—”

“alright, alright, i’m helping so please stop screaming at me,” he fumbles with the hem of the sweater, trying to figure out the ends of the tag that was obstructing the cloth. as hueningkai struggles with the intricacies of threads, you struggle with the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, every other second.

“are you done yet?” your comment is meant to be frustrating but the way you say is saturated with nerves, your voice half-breaking halfway.

hueningkai chuckles, sending a flush of air against your back, making you shiver. “i’m trying!” he says, eliciting another less intense shiver from you.

“oh, wait, i get it now.. i think.”

it is now, after having sacrificed at least a majority of his working brain cells, that hueningkai notices that the sweater is a lovely shade of lavender and it fits you snugly, sitting cozily against your hip.

“oh, wow,” you voice his thoughts when you look at the mirror, “this sweater is fucking god-send.”

“i can’t believe you actually look nice right now,” hueningkai mutters. you roll your eyes at his classic back-handed compliment and turn around as he continues, “you know what is a god-send? me. your bestest friend who spent an hour trying to untangle this impossible thing.”

“so i take it you’re saying i should buy this, then?” you inquire, leaning on one leg, hands on your hips. hueningkai looks away, afraid to look at you for too long and shrugs, “i mean, it’s more decent than the rest of your closet so—”

“get out of here, hyuka.”

you sigh in relief when he leaves you alone, and feel a dull twinge at his lack of enthusiasm toward your outfit. it’s stupid, you know, to base how you feel about yourself on the basis of what someone else says but the most valid explanation you can give to that is hueningkai qualifies as something other than someone else.

put in his own words, he’s your ‘bestest’ friend. in your own words? he’s… annoying.

and just because he’s annoying and you can’t get it out of your head how annoying he is, you interrupt a perfectly peaceful, albeit far from civil, frozen yogurt debate to ask him a stupid question.

“who do you find attractive?”

hueningkai blanks out for a whole minute, comprehending that you, y/n, are asking him this, a question about who he’s attracted to. you try to hide your embarrassment by stirring around your yogurt, looking through the window.

“what? i’m curious because i’ve literally never heard you talk about being into someone.”

he shrugs as nonchalantly he can, “because i’m not into someone.”

“no, that’s not what i mean,” you nudge him again, “like, a stranger, you know? just a surface-level attraction is what i’m talking about?”

“are you seriously asking me what my type is right now?” hueningkai narrows his eyes, “what is this? a scheme to set me up with a friend of yours?”

your heart aches, wondering how much easier life would be if your ulterior motive was the simple, that easily revealed. “no! i’m just asking you! it’s not that deep, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

you go back to eating your respective yogurts in silence after that and you’re one minute away from banging your head against the wooden table in front of you.

“it really depends. i can’t explain it that well honestly,” he says suddenly. you look up, brows raised. “it’s hard to find someone who has all the things.. you know?”

“and the same features look so different on everyone?” he points at you, “like you have short hair, right?” you’re glitching the minute he brings you up but you nod affirmatively because of course, you’re aware that you have short hair.

“but even yuqi has short hair but she looks completely different to you,” you already don’t like where he’s going with this, but you know you’re gonna sit through the suffering anyway, “she’s very loud and like, out there? yours is much more subtle.”

what does that even mean?

“ha,” you jump up in realization that you’ve said this out loud and hueningkai fumbles, “i have no idea either, it’s just… there isn’t a blueprint. you know like both yeonjun-hyung and beomgyu-hyung have had mullets but gyu-hyung looked more androgynous and ethereal.”

“what i’m hearing right now is that you have a hair fetish?”

“i hate it when i’m being vulnerable with you and you make me a pervert, y/n.”

you chuckle, stuffing another spoonful of yogurt in your mouth.

“what about you?” hueningkai asks, almost accusingly, “what’s attractive to you?”

“i hate it when people ask me my own questions, so fuck you,” you flip him off, “also, i’m attracted to people’s personality more.”

“yes, yes, i’m aware. you told me you need to get to know people properly before you can be into them?” you nod, “so then, what quality makes you be into someone?”

you sigh, “come on, this isn’t a fair question! personality isn’t like appearance! i can’t just say that my type is beomgyu in a mullet and get away with it like you!”

“hey, i never said that my type was— that’s! that’s besides the point! i’m, for example, i like funny in a person-”

“you mean a sense of humor?”

hueningkai glowers at you, “just give me something here, y/n, you’ve made me spill my beans, now you tell me at least one thing.”

“fine! god, let me think,” you mumble. a few minutes later, you shrug, “i guess.. affectionate people are.. i have a soft spot for them?”

“that’s a bad answer, who isn’t affectionate in this era? what are we all, a bunch of tsunderes?”

“i’m leaving before you give me any more trauma, hyuka.”

—

at this point, it is clear to everyone and their mother that you have a joking as a coping mechanism problem which makes the fact that you joke around hueningkai natural. of course, there comes a time in your life where you find yourself alone in your bed, unable to asleep and unable to stop yourself from doing the one thing you’ve managed to avoid pretty well: thinking.

thinking leads to thinking about hyuka which leads to thinking about your conversation with him and how yuqi is loud and out there while you’re designated a lonesome word like subtle. it doesn’t help to know that yuqi gets along so well with hyuka, despite having met him fairly recently. and you see no reason for them to not be so close, honestly. both of them are crazy, to say the least. loud, hilarious, easy-going. they could spend hours cracking jokes and laughing at them. you could sit in the same room as them and go completed unnoticed.

you sit up with a groan. you hate being like this, you do. so bitter towards people just because you’re stupidly into hyuka. god, you groan again, in realization of the fact that you’re stuck in a cliche: helplessly in a one-sided love with your best friend. you didn’t just have the second-lead syndrome, you are the second lead. you’d just watch from beside hyuka as he falls in love with someone like yuqi, words Loud! and Out There! embellished around her head.

and you’re right about the fact that you’re inside of a cliche. you’re wrong about which cliche it is.

because around the same time as you, hueningkai is whining into beomgyu’s arm about how much he hates himself for saying what he’s said to you.

“they hate me for sure! they think i have fucking hair fetish!”

“you know, huening, if you’re actually secretly in love with me instead of y/n, you could just tell me.”

beomgyu’s grin doesn’t shrink even at the sight of yeonjun’s disgusted grimace as he pulls hueningkai off him and pats his back.

“kai, calm down, my man. they said they like affectionate people, right? that’s basically you!”

hueningkai shakes his head, “no, y/n’s definition of affectionate is very different. you won’t get it. i probably qualify as clingy.”

beomgyu shakes his head behind hueningkai, “you sound insane right now, i’m sorry. i can’t take it, i’m just going to text them—”

“NO! YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!”

—

the next time hueningkai sees you, you have red hair.

at first, he doesn’t even realize it’s you. he’s too busy looking around the room for you that when beomgyu screams, “y/n, you’re fucking crazy!!!!!” he squeals in surprise. when he turns to look at you, he expects you to just be drunk or in the middle of a wrestling match with yuqi but no.

“y-you have red hair?” he stumbles his step at the sight because he’s the one going crazy right now. what does one do when their crush dyes their hair out of the blue? or should he say, out of the red? (sorry not sorry for the bad joke. he’s down bad for you.)

his comment is drowned out by the choruses of wowing and screams around him as yeonjun and beomgyu jump around you excitedly, playing with the freshly red strands of your hair. most of the conversation is unintelligible as is to be expected but a part of it stands out.

“oh my god, why suddenly?”

you shrug, “i was just bored with my hair. it was too… subtle.”

you know what you’re doing, being overtly obvious about your motives but thanks to everyone’s enthusiastic reactions (and hueningkai’s unenthusiastic reaction), it is easy to disappear from his sights after that comment.

the rest of haechan’s game night is spent with a bunch of people rushing at you all at once, marveling at the change and catching up with you, the latter thanks to your absence at last month’s game night.

“i really missed you last month, you know!” mark jokes, poking your shoulder, “there’s nobody else who gets the hype of connect four like you!”

you laugh, “i apologize for abandoning you, my dude. i was burnt out after finals week so i just slept that whole weekend away.”

“ah, understandable. you’re forgiven in that case,” he mumbles, patting your head, and hueningkai suddenly appears at your side. though his signature goofy grin is plastered to his face, he seems stiff. you notice it right away and dread fills you, and then guilt. you’ve been ignoring him the entire night and he’s run out of patience. god, you hate life.

“you know what, we should play now!” mark exclaims, catching a glimpse of the uncharacteristic tension between the two of you. “all three of us, connect four. what say you?”

you freeze, and look around the room for an excuse. “um, actually, i was just going to go find the bathroom. you two should carry on.” mark stares at you warily before cracking a tight smile, “sure, y/n, you go do your business. we’ll be here.” he waves at you, watching you leave.

“or, i guess i’ll be here, all alone,” he corrects when hueningkai takes off right after you.

“wait, y/n.”

you would rather not. you keep speed-walking toward the bathroom, hating every step of the way.

“what-?” hueningkai takes hold of your shoulders, fixing you in place as he blocks your way to the bathroom. “hyuka, i’m literally about to pee my pants right now. so please unhand me now.”

he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

“avoid you?” your voice breaks because your body is never on your side, “what? i try listen to my liver's needs and suddenly i’m avoiding you-”

“i heard what you said, you know. about your hair.”

“my hair?” you mumble, and though you know what he’s referring to, you ask him, “do you like it?”

hueningkai feels the weight of the question uneasily, as if you’re not the y/n he’s known for more than just the length of his entire life, but rather as if this is a y/n he’s just met at a stranger’s party.

“i’m- i, yes, it’s nice. it looks natural. like you were born with red hair.”

the amused look on your face falls at his comment and you truly want to strangle hueningkai in that moment. you don’t.

instead, you shrug his hands off of you and rush into the bathroom, nails pressed up painfully against the skin of your palm.

“hey, y/n! what- i’m not done- hey, what’s wrong?”

hueningkai has followed you into the bathroom where it’s so much more silent and you want to go back outside. another one of those moments where your thoughts hit you hard. hard enough for you to say them out loud.

“of all the things you could say, hyuka! of all the things you could’ve said about me and my stupid fucking hair! first, it’s subtle. and now it’s, what? natural? honestly, just-” you stop when you realize you’re tearing up, “just, can you go right now? i’ll talk to you later.”

“what do you mean? i’m- did i say something wrong? i- i don’t get it.” hueningkai is truly stumped at your outburst. all along he’d been worrying about if he was being too obvious about his feelings about you. now he fears he’s not been obvious enough. (no shit, sherlock.)

you’re silent and fuming. breathing. “i don’t understand, is this about the other day? i didn’t mean anything bad-”

“but that’s just it, hyuka,” you’re not mad now. just heartbroken. “look, i didn’t think i was this far gone but i guess i am. and you’re still so fucking dense, dude. i’m in love with you but i can’t tell you that without crying like this because i’m your stupid best friend and- and just, ugh, just leave me alone right now and i’ll apologize later. please.”

hueningkai’s breath hitches, mind in chaos as he processes your words. it’s only when your hands push him toward the door of the bathroom that he springs into action.

“y/n! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

the words come out without the context of the 19 years’ worth of love he’s harbored for you so now you’re just crying harder.

“wait, no! no! i mean, i’m in love with you. i love you more than you could imagine, you literal dumbass. and you’re dense for not getting anything right. subtle? natural? have you ever heard me using big words like that for anyone else? i love you, y/n, because you’re you and that’s that. fuck you for not interpreting my words correctly.”

“what?” you choke out, wiping your tears, “you’re- but? wait, but?”

hueningkai pulls you into a hug and now it’s just adrenaline speaking for him, “i’m in love with you, y/n. in. love. with. you. with you! in love! i love you! love, not platonically, but romantically! as in i’m into you. more than friends. more than best friends and definitely, more than bestest friends—”

“okay, okay!” you shout hoarsely, pulling him closer, “i think i get it now.”

he pulls away, “you think you get it? i’m in love with—”

“i get it! you love me!” with that, you’re pressing closer to him, lips touching his cheek. “i love you.”

“can you do that again? i don’t think i get it, honestly.”

you roll your eyes but he leans in closer, lips a breath away from yours. his ears are red now and he’s back to being shy. you chuckle, your hands taking his face in them delicately and you kiss him fully on the lips.

“thank god that finally happened,” a voice from outside speaks up. you jump up and hueningkai throws the door open.

“what the fuck, beomgyu? get out of here!!”

—

“you know,” you whisper into the skin of hueningkai’s neck later that night, “you have used bigger words.”

honestly speaking it takes hueningkai a minute to recover from your incessant kissing to understand what you’re saying. “what?”

“you literally called beomgyu ethereal! that’s a really big word, even for me!”

hueningkai pulls you back into him, lips finding yours, “i’m sorry but i’m always going to love beomgyu-hyung more than you, babe.”

you shiver at how low his voice his gotten, and kiss him back, “mhm, the feeling’s mutual then.”

it’s only when the two of you are panting after nearly an hour in the darkness that your words come back to him. he pulls at your arm, “hey, what do you mean, the feeling’s mutual?!”

—

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jestinjoculators · 7 months

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I HATH RETURNED YET AGAIN!

(because I can)

CHUCKY IS COMIN TO DBD, AND STRANGER THINGS WAS ADDED BACK TOO.

Sooo...

Yeah I'm not gonna ask for anything instead I give you a picture of a duck

I KNOW!!!! IVE RAN FOR DEAR LIFE FROM LIKE 5 DEMOGORGONS TODAY!!!

one of them actually spared me, I don't know why but when I was the last survivor and I was down, he picked me up and let me wiggle free and open the gate in front of him. When I looked at him, he simply nodded. I spam-crouched goodbye and left. I will miss him.

I'm also surprised about Chucky, I thought the height thing would be a problem, maybe he'd walk on stilts. Nope. He really is that small.

#text post #jester ask

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depressedbagpipe · 2 years

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The Freak and the Jedi (Eddie Munson x female!Henderson!reader)

Chapter seven: The Massacre of Hawkins Lab

Words: 4393 Warnings: foul language, mentions of blood and Steve's injuries, very brief allusion to periods, parental abandonment and neglect, canon-typical violence, mentions of guns, poor writing on my side. reader has cold hands. if i missed anything else, please let me know :) A/N: GUYS I'M SO SORRY, this took forever to write. I've been having some problems in my life so yeah, thank you for waiting! also, i completely made up dustin and reader's lack of a paternal figure, as it's never explicitly mentioned on the show (that i know of, maybe i missed something) to explain reader's protectiveness Taglist: @authorlovers, @angiewhoohooo, @thatsamegirl, @lizzy-95, @elleeeee21, @tanyaherondale, @le-who-zer-her, @toobsessedsstuff, @vingtetunmars

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Chapter seven: The Massacre of Hawkins Lab

The five of us had found refuge at Skull Rock, crouching beneath the huge rock formation hoping the demon bats would soon leave. We had run to the woods after saving Steve, who still bled profusely out of the injuries caused by the creatures. Robin’s hand firmly grasped mine, both of us shaking in fear at the sight. With no weapons to defend us with, there was no way we could ever outrun them.

When the flock of bats had left, Robin took a couple more deep breaths, coming out slowly off the rock to check they were gone.

“Oh… okay, that was close,” she said, dusting herself as she stood straighter, her gaze still fixed upwards among the trees.

“Yeah, too close,” Eddie was out of breath, still under the rock.

Steve stumbled forward, barely keeping himself up on the nearest rock. “Oh… shit.”

We all looked at him, remembering his wounds. “Steve?” Nancy called him, her eyes widening at the sight. “Jesus,” she ran to him, helping him up.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tried to reassure us, but Nancy was already panicking.

“No, no, no. You’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit. All right?” she guided him to the floor as Robin, Eddie, and I stared, not knowing what to do next.

Thankfully, Nancy had everything under control. She started cutting pieces of her shirt off to bandage him, while Robin crouched in front of him.

“Okay. So the good news is, I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies, but if you start having hallucinations or muscle spams or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, or something, you should totally let me know,” she rambled.

“Robin,” Steve called her.

“Yeah?”

“I kinda wanna punch you.”

Robin laughed. “Sense of humor’s still intact. That’s a good sign,” she smiled, although her hands were still trembling.

She got up and walked to me when Nancy started patching Steve up. As soon as I heard his groans I turned around, the situation making my stomach turn. “I hate blood,” I said with my hand pinching my nose, trying to block the smell.

Robin frowned next to me. “You see blood every month.”

Eddie coughed violently from my other side, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes met anything but me.

“That’s different,” but I didn’t have time to continue, for Nancy was already finishing patching up Steve behind us.

Eddie was now climbing up one of the rocks. “So, uh… this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

“Pretty much,” I answered, helping Steve up alongside Nancy.

“Wait, watch out for the vines,” Nancy called to Eddie before he could step on one. “It’s all a hive mind.”

“It’s all a what?” Eddie’s eyes widened when he saw the vines moving slowly around the rock.

“All the creepy crawlies around here, dude, they’re like, one or something,” Steve explained. “You step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

Eddie nodded his head. “Shit.”

He proceeded to walk down carefully, guided by my directions to help him down without stepping on anything.

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except for people, obviously?” Robin asked too.

“As far as I understand it, yeah,” I answered her question once Eddie was safely by my side again.

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate,” Robin concluded.

“Yeah, I highly doubt that the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin, but guns, yeah, sure,” Steve said, clutching his side.

“Don’t forget flamethrowers,” I added. “Fire seems to be the public enemy number one around here.”

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns,” Nancy suddenly called. “I have guns in my bedroom,” we all stared at her dumbfounded.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” Eddie voiced everyone’s thoughts.

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin said nervously. I would’ve laughed at her remark were it not for the situation we were all in.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver,” she said to us.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one,” Steve came closer to her.

“You almost deserved it,” Nancy smiled at him.

Nobody failed to notice their little flirting going on. Despite Robin’s smirk at them, I frowned deeply, seemingly the only person worried about Jonathan.

Eddie, in a quick motion, took off his vest and threw it to Steve, a hard expression on his face.

“For your modesty, dude.”

Nobody said anything else, for a quick unexpected rumble threw all of us to the ground. I fell on top of Eddie, whose arm quickly snacked around my waist to keep me in place on the ground as we all stood unmoving, too frozen in fear to do anything else rather than wait until it passed. Creatures snarled not far from where we stood.

“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie said from behind me.

“Yeah, me too,” I agreed, getting up and pulling Eddie up with me, still looking around for any bat that may come our way.

Steve put on Eddie’s vest with some difficulty. “So, what are we waiting for?” He took his flashlight and led us away into the unknown of the Hawkins woods.

“How you holding up?” I asked Eddie.

His hair was still damp, his curls framing his face unceremoniously.

“I’ve been better,” he shrugged his shoulders. His back was tense, almost forcing himself to walk forwards, looking around with a vague look. I had walked like that once.

I grinned slightly, knowing he was trying to put up a strong front, but failing.

“It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared all the time,” I confessed, looking straight ahead at Nancy and Steve.

“Then you’re really good at hiding it,” he exhaled with a low chuckle.

“Yeah, well, this isn’t my first rodeo,” I shrugged.

A comfortable silence fell over us, but my brain kept craving Eddie by my side, his voice, his presence.

“I saw you talking to Steve,” I offered.

He smiled. “He’s a good dude,” he said.

“I know.”

Eddie coughed. “So, uh, have you guys… you know… dated or..?”

I groaned. “Oh god, not again. I’m not interested in Steve. Never have been, never will be, thank you very much,” I said, not looking at Eddie.

He threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright, I don’t know. I’ve seen you guys together a lot so I thought… either you, or Robin, or…”

I laughed. “No, not Robin either. We’re all friends. Guys can be friends with girls, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I don’t have many girl friends,” Eddie said.

“You have me,” I replied after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah… friends…”

Another silence fell upon us, only this time it was tense, charged with meaning.

“I don’t know how many times I’ll have to apologize for bringing you into this mess,” I said.

“Hold up, I brought myself into this mess. You just happened to be there already,” he said, adjusting his black leather jacket as he almost tripped over a vine, his hands flailing around slightly as he fought to regain his balance.

“Wrong place, wrong time,” I agreed. “Still, it’s really unfair it had to be you.”

“What do you mean?”

I sighed. “Eddie, you’ve been through so much. This was never supposed to happen to you. You were going to be a rockstar. Go to New York. Play the biggest stadiums around the world.”

“Who’s to say that can’t happen now, princess?” Eddie lifted an eyebrow, but his eyes were screaming in concern.

“Eds, I’m being serious,” I frowned at him, trying to get him to meet my eyes.

Eddie smiled softly, looking back down to the floor. “I missed it.”

His voice was soft, whispering. Uncertain.

“What?” I asked confused at the sudden change of topic.

“You calling me Eds. I actually missed you. Like, a lot. Period,” he wasn’t looking at me, his eyes too preoccupied with missing the vines that moved slowly around our feet.

I smiled, nostalgia tightening its grip on my lips. “I missed you too.”

“You know,” Eddie started once again. “I beat myself up for so long, thinking about what I did wrong. And the answer was always the same: no idea,” he scratched the back of his head, awkwardly. “But now… I feel like… it all makes sense.”

“Does it, really?” I asked him, fixing my eyes on him.

Nancy, Robin, and Steve kept walking ahead of us, seemingly engrossed in their own conversations, but still, our voices were low, barely whispers. This was only meant for us to hear.

“Yeah. What you told me at the shed, about protecting your family… I mean, even if I’ve seen what Vecna can do with my own eyes, all this… Upside Down thing? It’s enough to drive someone mad,” he pointed briefly to our friends walking at the front. “Hell, I’m even glad you’ve got them to look after each other.”

There was longing in his eyes.

“Eddie, you’re one of us, too. Don’t forget that,” I placed my hand on his arm, comfortingly, squeezing it tightly before letting go, the warmth on my cheeks too hot to handle.

“I guess I’m not used to having people,” he admitted.

My heart ached for him, but I also knew what he referred to.

“I know how you feel,” I said. Eddie’s head shot up, meeting my eyes.

“What do you mean?” his questioning gaze was fixed on me.

I sighed. “I never told you this while we dated, but uh… our father… he, uh… straight up left,” I took a deep breath.

“What?” it was now his turn to grab my arm, only he stopped walking.

I stood before him, pulling the side of my pant out of nerves. “Yeah… he kept having all these fights with our mom. He wasn’t home that much, either working or having affairs with younger women at his job. He was barely around, and when he was he wouldn’t stop drinking. He, uh… never got violent with us, but I feared it’d only be a matter of time. Every night I’d sneak into Dustin’s room and play music with him and keep him entertained, just so he wouldn’t listen. We never talked about it, and I’m positive he knew what was going on but, yeah… And, one day, he just… disappeared. Left a note, said he was leaving town, took the money, and ran. My mom was a complete mess… And she too just… I don’t know. She was present and loved us to death, but the impact his absence had on her was too much. So I stepped up and took care of them both. Got a job, took extra shifts, made sure Dustin got to school, did most of the chores… Even got my mom a cat, well, two,” I grimaced at the thought of Mews. “And then, Will disappeared and the world went to shit,” I concluded.

Eddie didn’t say anything for a few minutes. We had both resumed our walking after a low shout from Nancy to hurry up, but we both ignored her.

All of a sudden, Eddie dragged me into his arms, fully embracing my body in his, and squeezed me tighter.

“I’m so, sorry, princess,” his words came muffled, for his mouth was resting directly on my hair. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

My lip trembled slightly, although I forced my tears not to fall in front of him. “I don’t know. I guess I was… embarrassed? And I already told you, you had your stuff too, with your dad and your uncle. It didn’t seem fair to put that burden on you, Eddie. You always came to me when you needed comfort and I’m sorry I took that away from you, but I could barely keep it together anymore after everything that had happened,” I said, feeling a hot tear fall down my cheek.

Eddie shook his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel you could come to me when you needed to,” his voice was yet again a whisper.

One of his hands gripped the back of my head, keeping me close to him. The sudden comfort left me craving for more, missing how his body felt around mine.

We pulled away after a couple of minutes, enjoying the silence, enjoying our time together despite the strange world around us, with every nightmarish danger looming in the air.

“Does Dustin know? Everything you’ve done for them?” Eddie asked me as he brushed the tear off my cheek.

I shook my head. “No. I never told him,” I said, once more walking towards Nancy’s house.

The rest of the party walked even farther away, but none of them bothered to look back at us. I had a feeling they all knew what was going on.

“You should. The kid loves you to death. He deserves to know,” Eddie took my hand in his, keeping me close as we sped our walking.

Our fingers intertwined, the blush more prominent than ever on my face. The warmth of his hand contrasted with my cold one, sending chills up my arm at the sudden temperature change. But the feeling was indescribable. It felt right. It felt like home.

I shook my head again. “He deserves to be a kid, too.”

The ground kept trembling around us, sending us to the ground over and over again. Thankfully for us, Nancy’s house wasn’t far, and it only took us a couple of minutes to get there.

Nancy opened the door slowly, the five of us walking inside as we looked around. Vines crawled everywhere, particles flying all around as we took several glances at the interior, checking we were alone.

“Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler,” Robin sarcastically said as she took in her surroundings.

“Come on, I don’t wanna stay here longer than we have to,” Nancy called after us, walking up the stairs to her room.

Despite having spent so much time at the Wheelers’, the place was giving me chills, with everything so familiar yet so different.

Nancy opened her closet and retrieved a small box, walking to her desk decisively. Robin, Eddie, and I simply followed after her, curious to see what she had in store. But when she opened the lid, we were met with Nancy’s old white heels she had used at our Homecoming dance.

“Those aren’t guns,” Eddie was altered as he stared in horror at the box.

“These heels are a bit pointy, but I was hoping for something along the lines of a deadly projectile,” Robin added, while Nancy shook the box around, staring at it in disbelief.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“Maybe you left them somewhere else,” Eddie argued, trying to comfort himself, especially.

“There’s a six-year-old in the house. I know where I keep my guns,” Nancy’s stare was deadly.

“Alright, alright, let’s calm down, there’s gotta be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this,” I said, standing between them. Tension was rising, and we couldn’t afford inner fights.

“And also, I threw these away years ago,” Nancy added in a smaller voice.

I frowned. “Wait, I remember that, you asked me if I wanted them and I said no,” I looked at her, remembering our conversation.

Nancy kept looking around her desk, her eyes widening as she noticed the books and papers in front of her. She grabbed the written cards, her fingers expertly shuffling them. I recognized her handwriting, and the many cards she wrote for our sophomore Chemistry class.

“Aren’t we seniors now?” I asked, knowing Nancy was thinking the same thing I was.

“I get that grades are important to you, but perhaps studying can wait till we get out of here?” Robin said to us.

“These are from sophomore Chemistry,” Nancy answered. I nodded at her. “And this… this wallpaper, this is old wallpaper,” she said as she walked around, pointing to different things that no longer existed within Nancy’s bedroom. “And this mirror, this went to a yard sale. And you,” she picked a doll by the foot of her bed. “You’re not supposed to be here. No, I gave you to cousin Joanna two years ago,” she put it down again, walking to her bedside table and grabbing her old pink diary. She quickly opened it, turning the pages rapidly until she got to the last written one. She shook her head in disbelief once more.

“What is it?” Eddie asked, clearly lost.

“Well, shit,” I said, connecting the dots.

“Guys? You’re freaking me out,” Robin too called after us.

“I think… the reason that my guns aren’t here… is because they don’t exist yet,” Nancy answered.

Eddie kept on asking. “They don’t… exist?”

“This diary should be full of entries,” Nancy turned to us, holding the diary for us to see. “It’s not. The last entry is November 6th, 1983,” Nancy looked at me.

I widened my eyes. “The day Will went missing.”

“The day the gate opened,” Nancy confirmed. “We’re in the past.”

I shook my head. “Right, that isn’t a perfectly reasonable explanation.”

Steve’s voice suddenly yelled from below. “Dustin? Dustin!”

With a start I ran down the stairs, finding Steve yelling in the middle of the kitchen, walking in circles, yelling for my brother. We all stared at him confusedly.

“Maybe he really does have rabies,” Robin whispered, eliciting a laugh out of me.

“Hello! Hello?” Steve kept going, ignoring us.

“Steve, what are you doing?” I asked him.

He turned to us with a small jump, pointing his flashlight at us with a wide expression.

“He’s here. Henderson. That little shit, he’s here. He’s like… he’s in the walls or something. Just listen,” he explained, walking away again calling for him.

“Definitely rabies,” I whispered back to Robin after we were met with silence, beside Steve’s yells.

And like a miracle from above, Dustin’s voice was heard in the silence. The sound was faint, distant, and static. We all immediately trailed after Steve, walking and screaming his name around the house as we tried to reach him, but nothing indicated he heard us at all.

“All right, either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve declared, breathing heavily.

“Will found a way,” Nancy said.

“What?”

“Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights,” her voice was loud, walking around to turn on the nearest lamp, yet no electrical current seemed to power the house.

“Lights?”

“Yeah.”

“The switch, try the switch,” Steve informed Nancy, but darkness still enveloped us.

Steve looked around with his flashlight, his movement halting when the beam of light fell on the chandelier above the dining table, the bulbs lighting up faintly.

“Guys? You seeing this?”

I walked closer to the chandelier, seeing how the object ethereally lit up under the beam; Dustin’s voice, although still faint, sounded much closer. The dark particles around the bulbs were shining golden, casting a powerful aura around them, a ray of hope amid the chaos.

We soon were touching the air around the chandelier, warmth spreading through our fingers, as if touching a soft veil that surrounded the object. It tickled in all the right places.

“It kinda feels good,” said Robin, her hand still moving around.

I noticed the bulbs shone brighter when our hands touched the chandelier.

Nancy lowered her hand. “Does anyone know morse code?”

Robin and Steve’s answer was immediate. “No.”

I looked at her. “Only the basics.”

Eddie answered last. “Wait, does SOS count? Is that good?” he asked again when he saw all of us looking at him with hopeful glances.

“Go for it,” I said, leaving space for him to send the signal as many times as needed.

“I’m really counting on your brother not being an idiot,” said Steve as he watched Eddie move his hand around.

After a couple of minutes, Dustin’s voice sounded closer and stronger. His words were now clear.

“Hey, uh, remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate? I overestimated them.”

It was thanks to Holly’s Lite-Brite toy that we managed to contact Dustin, Lucas, and Erika. It was also thanks to Dustin that we knew what we had to do next.

Eddie led us to his trailer, struggling to bike faster due to my added weight on Mike’s back.

“You sure this is safe?” Eddie had asked when he noticed I had slung my leg over the back seat.

“Yeah, I’ve seen Mike ride El around before,” I nodded my head encouragingly, motioning for him to get on the front as soon as possible.

“But they’re kids,” he argued, yet sat on the seat and maneuvered us off Nancy’s garage.

“Aren’t we all?” I breathlessly answered as I put my arms around his waist, pulling my feet off the floor and trying to keep my balance as Eddie started biking away.

Creatures kept screeching in the distance, but nobody bothered us as we approached Forest Hills Trailer Park.

“Right here,” Eddie called to the guys as we reached his trailer, leaving the bikes on the floor outside as we walked to the door.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled inter-dimensionally,” Robin noted, sounding way too out of breath.

“Just inhaled a bunch of that crap,” Steve complained as he coughed violently. “It’s stuck in my throat.”

The inside of Eddie’s trailer was, too, filled with vines, but our attention was immediately drawn to the big awaiting gate on the ceiling, the familiar squelching sending shivers down my spine.

“This is where Chrissy died,” Eddie said in a quiet voice. “Like, right where she died.”

His expression was vacant, the horror of her death replaying in his mind. I put my hand on his shoulder, hoping I could somewhat comfort him, even though I too had seen that same horror with my own eyes.

“I think there’s something in there,” Robin said with a disgusted face, her eyes fixed on the red gate before her, and the pulsing fiber that covered the opening.

Something sharp and thin poked around the other side, the fiber extending downwards.

“What the hell is that?” Eddie asked as we all stared at it, the movement unfamiliar.

Whatever that was retreated, only to come back down forcefully again, breaking the gap completely. We all yelled and stumbled backward in surprise as what appeared to be a wooden stick made the opening bigger. The stick disappeared once again, and Steve, rather slowly, walked closer to the gate, his shoulders tense as he began to peak upwards at whatever had opened the gate completely.

“No way,” he said with a big smile, inviting us to follow him.

Dustin’s smiling face came into view, laughing and waving at us as if we had accidentally run into each other in the street, standing upside down on the other side of the gate.

“Bada, bada, boom!”

“Those stains are, uh…” Eddie tried to explain, but we were all already looking at him with disgusted glances. “I dunno what those stains are.”

“Mmm,” Robin nodded.

“Still gross,” I agreed.

We were all standing there watching the kids put Eddie’s mattress on the other side right below the gate and tying up his sheets to create some sort of ladder for us to go up–or down.

“Not quite sure how these physics are gonna work, but, uh… here goes nothing,” said Dustin before sending the sheets our way. They fell on our side while Dustin held tightly to the other end. “There we go. And if my theory is correct…” he let go of them, and they thankfully stayed in place, suspended in the middle of two different worlds as our only bridge. “Huh, abracadabra.”

“Holy shit,” Max exclaimed.

“All right, pull on it! See if it holds!” Dustin yelled to us.

Robin volunteered to pull, the sheets successfully staying in place as we cheered.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen some crazy shit,” Erika said as she too stared at the sheets with an awestruck face.

“Guess I’m the guinea pig,” Robin commented as she grabbed the sheets once more and started climbing up.

“Oh, shit, I was terrible at climbing the rope,” I groaned as I stared at her, seeing how she reached the entrance, only to fall rather gracelessly on the mattress on the other side on her back.

“Oh, thank god, that was fun,” said Robin with a small laugh, getting up and clearing the landing pad for me.

“Your turn, princess,” Eddie said as he hoisted me up without notice and helped me reach the top quickly.

My cheeks burned from the surprise, but I still held tightly onto the sheets and, with some effort, climbed through the gate and, too, fell gracelessly on the mattress.

“Ow,” I said as I looked up, but Dustin’s hands quickly helped me up to my feet, and his shorter arms were enveloping me in a rather desperate hug.

“Please, don’t ever do that again,” he said into my chest. “At least without me.”

“I promise,” I chuckled softly as my fingers lovingly scratched his curls.

Eddie soon followed after me, landing on the mattress with a big breathless smirk.

“That was fun,” he agreed with Robin.

I grinned at him as I offered him my hand to pull him up. Once again, Eddie was accidentally pressed against me, our chests touching and our cheeks flushed.

“Sorry, I, uh…”

“No, no, it was me, I…”

“Yeah, well, uh…”

“Right, uh…”

We mumbled our apologies, looking anywhere but at each other, and trying to ignore everybody’s eyes on us as we stood on opposite ends of the circle.

“Shut up,” I said to Robin when she opened her mouth before she could say anything.

But Steve’s screams brought us back to reality. Nancy stood frozen next to the ladder, completely unresponsive, while Steve shook her around. I shared a look with Eddie, knowing what was about to go down.

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When Their Ex Send Them Proof That You are Cheating Behind Them but They Trust You

Words : 2.475

Pairing : TXT X Reader

Rate : PG 13+

Genre : fluff, established relationship

Warning : none (?)

A/N : The title is long, just like TXT's song title, ik.

Soobin

It was holiday, so he used that chance to sleepover at your house

Your family like him a lot and considered him as part of your family too

Like, your mom would proudly introduced him to your neighbors as her son

Your father really likes his company, especially as his fishing mate. He listened to your father, a lot

Your brother thought he is cool and too good for you (and he earned a lot of smacks from you, lol), but he was happy that he didn't have to worry about you because you're basically in good hands

Then, there was time that both of you spent time alone, it was shopping for groceries at the market.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw you running like a child towards an old woman who sells street food.

When you were chatting and buying some food, he received a message from his ex, accusing you of cheating behind his back by sending him a picture of you kissing a random man.

He frowned when his ex said that she took the picture just now.

Heally? You were literally with him right now. You even ran towards him and called his name which sounded so endearing.

"You should try this! This is my favorite snack!"

He smiled when he looked at you, especially with the way your eyes were shining when you looked up to him.

You frowned, "What's with that smile?"

"Nothing," he said before he crouched down just to peck your lips that made you surprised and blushing, "I just wanted to kiss you."

"What was that?" You slap his chest and try to get angry at him, clearly embarrassed because of him kissing you in the crowd.

But still, you could hear his contagious yet lovely laugh when you hid behind his chest.

Yeonjun

Every weekend, you and Yeonjun would always empty your schedule, so you and him could spend quality times together.

Even though it's been over five years since both of you were dating, it always felt like you just met him yesterday when your colleague introduced both of you towards each other.

All of this time, dating Yeonjun always feels amazing. And fortunately, Yeonjun also feels the same.

You and Yeonjun were honest towards each other and would communicate over everything. Looked like both of you learned a lot from the past relationships you had.

For the whole week, you and Yeonjun decided to rest inside the house and didn't go anywhere, simply enjoying each other's presence and getting cozy.

How's your holiday going with him?

More like he didn't let you cook for breakfast, doing chores together while listening to your favorite music.

In the afternoon, he was playing games while resting his head on your lap and insisted on having your hands playing with his hair. While you were watching some movies.

If your hand wasn't on his hair, he would pause his games and take your hand and place it on his hair again while mumbling, "play with my hair."

In the evening, you decided to take care of the garden in front of your house. Yeonjun likes to buy some plants, because he said the meaning of those plants remind him of you. And Yeonjun? He decided to cook dinner and thought that maybe he could cook some dishes that you like recently.

He would be very annoyed when the music suddenly stopped because someone was spamming his message endlessly.

"This better be important," he groaned when he opened the messages he had, only to find out that his ex sent him some pictures of you kissing your ex.

Seriously? His precious time was already wasted because of his ex. He knew how toxic his ex was. But it was too much when he already blocked his ex, but then his ex used their new numbers to contact him, then claimed that the pictures were taken just now. Meanwhile, you were clearly outside of the house to take care of your childs (read: the plants).

You were confused at Yeonjun when he cuddled you at night. No, you didn't mind him cuddling with you. But you could sense that something was wrong with him, because he seems somewhat irritated about something.

"You okay, Jun?" you asked him softly.

"Hmm?" He sniffed at your neck, "you could sense it already."

"Yeah, it's obvious."

He sighed, "My ex, I don't know why he didn't leave me alone, but they are too much."

You frowned before your hands cupped his face and looked at him, straight in the eyes and wanting him to see the worry in your eyes, "What did they do?"

"They accused you of cheating behind my back when you spent your time with me. I don't even know how they find my new numbers and find a girl who looks like you."

"Hey, it's okay. Thanks for trusting me," you said as you hugged him and let him rest in your embrace.

"You know, you're the only one I love, right?" he whispered before he slowly falling asleep.

Beomgyu

It's like another day when Beomgyu was busy doing his job. Sometimes he even forgot to eat that could lead him to get scolded by you.

But he didn't when you were scolding him, because even though he didn't admit it, you looked cute when you were mad at him and he knew the worries you had over him. That means, you cared about him. A lot.

You even made his food and texted him to remind him that he should eat.

Well, after he got into hospital because of him overwork himself, you really took care of him. Thanks to you, his parents now would be less worried.

It was already afternoon. He thought you already sent him a text with your pictures attached to remind him to eat his lunch.

But he got a text from his ex instead. He frowned when he saw your pictures holding a stranger's hand in a caffe. His ex said that they took it just now.

And seconds later, you video call him. He thought he would see you, but he saw his dad instead.

"Dad? Why is Y/n's phone on you?"

"Dad? I thought I already sent Beomgyu's text to remind—oh, hi Gyu!" You waved your hands in front of the camera.

"When will your work finish? Come here as soon as possible to have dinner together. Our Y/n is going to sleepover here," his father said.

He chuckled as he looked at your cheeks covered in flour, then looked at his father who also whipped for you, "I will go home as soon as possible."

"Y/n?" Beomgyu heard his mother's voice.

"I'm coming, Mom," you said as you ran to the kitchen again, leaving Beomgyu and his father alone.

"What is she doing now?" Beomgyu asked his father.

"She just learned your other favorite foods from your mom."

After some nice chats he has with his father. Beomgyu fulfilled his promise to visit his family in Daegu, might be to have a sleepover as well because you were also staying.

He completely ignored his ex' text and even forgot it as soon as he saw your figure in the kitchen.

He immediately clung his hands on your waist as you felt your shoulder became heavy because of him resting his chin.

You already knew it as soon as you smell his scent that you really like. His skin's scent is really nice and you couldn't describe it in words. It's just your favorite.

"What are you doing? What if mom and dad saw us?" You blushed, but couldn't hide your smile either.

"Mom and dad are taking care of the garden in the backyard. But even if they saw us, who cares? Everyone knows how I become when you're around me. I just couldn't resist you."

"What are you cooking right now?" he asked you softly.

"Your favorite foods. Your mom taught me how to make it. So I can make other foods and then you wouldn't be bored with my foods that I make for you."

He kissed your neck gently before mumbling, "Doesn't matter. Everything you cook is delicious, Y/n. I will always eat it."

"Even a rock?" You turned your body to look at him and smirked.

Beomgyu's hand naturally found your cheeks before caressing your cheeks gently, "Even a rock you cook sounds more appetizing than the best chef's masterpieces in this world."

"Ew, cheesy."

He chuckled after your reaction, before he leaned close to kiss your lips with so much gentleness behind his gesture.

Taehyun

You and Taehyun were rewarding both yourselves after such a hectic month by going to a bar.

Your friend's bar to be exact.

He was talking to your friend—the owner of the bar. While you were enjoying yourself as a DJ guest.

"The DJ is pretty," he said to the owner as the owner chuckled at him.

"You should've thanked me because I introduced her to you."

He hummed in agreement.

You were too immersed in being a DJ, but later you realized that Taehyun was still staring at you.

He didn't even bother to look away and still looked at you as you saw his lips made a smile that you really love.

You winked at him before you focused on the music you played.

An hour later, you were done. You decided to spend your time with Taehyun and catch up with your friend—the bar owner.

But while you were approaching Taehyun, Taehyun received a message from an unknown number. There was an attachment, and it was your picture with a random man. The sender said that you were cheating behind his back.

He asked the sender when the picture was taken. And gotcha! The sender said that it was taken right now.

Then, Taehyun received his favorite cocktail from the bartender.

"A lady asked me to give this to you. She gives this, because you look attractive. Also, she was asking if she can get your number," the bartender said.

"May I know who the woman is?"

"She is right there," the bartender pointed at you who who winked at him, again.

He smirked, "Well, do you have a paper and a pen?"

After the bartender gave him the paper and pen, he wrote something and gave it to the bartender.

As when the bartender approached you, you received a paper. It was from Taehyun. Seriously? He really going to give you his number when you already knew it?

But then, your lips stretched outside as making a beautiful smile when you read what's inside the paper.

"I love you," it said.

"I love you too."

Hueningkai

'where are you?'

Hueningkai is staring at his messages which he sent to you hours ago.

But still, you didn't answer his phone.

He sighed before he decided to put his phone inside his pocket and continued his work.

But still, Hueningkai was thinking of you, since you didn't answer his call last night and didn't reply to his messages at all.

It kind of made him worried.

He knew you weren't like this before. You're not usually like this. Something must be going on.

Poor this man, he was trying to focus on his work, but you were invading his mind.

After his work was done, he was determined to visit you today.

Before he went to your house, he noticed that someone sent him a message.

He smiled immediately, thinking that message might be from you.

But nope, to his disappointment, it was from his ex.

He actually got sick of his ex. But for his close friends' sake—since his ex is the sister of his close friend, he didn't delete it and hoped that she would change for good.

But seemed only like a wish as his ex was still obsessed over him.

His ex sent him a picture of you kissing a guy in a bar. She said the picture was taken last night.

He frowned.

You actually didn't like going to bars as you hate going out too much. And he clearly remember about how much you despised that place after your sister almost getting raped there.

He ignored the message and drove to your house.

As he arrived at your house, something was off. He saw your brother was out of your house and brought a bag.

"Hyung! Glad you came here! I was going to call you!" He said.

"What's going on?" Hueningkai asked as his frown was clearly visible on his forehead.

"Noona was sick since last night and fainted. Glad that I came here. Before anything worse happened to her."

Hueningkai was worried about your situation. So he took your brother to get inside his car and drove towards the hospital.

Your brother explained to him that he was still in another city when you called your brother to ask him to bring you to the doctor because you were feeling unwell. You didn't want to ask Hueningkai because he has a huge and important project that made him stay in the office. And when your brother came, you were already fainted. Turns out you were having dengue fever.

"You don't have to worry anymore, hyung. She's fine now. The doctor said she just has to eat well, take the proper medication, and rest."

When Hueningkai arrived with your brother, they clearly saw you watching your favorite tv series while eating potato chips.

"Noona."

"Jungwon, what took you—Hueningkai?" You frowned at him, "Didn't you have to finish your project? You know that's actually important for you—"

"Jungwon, can you leave us for a while?" He asked as Jungwon nodded and left you and Hueningkai alone.

"Well, screw that. You're more important. How come you're not telling me about your condition?"

"Uh … I left my phone at home," you awkwardly smiled at him.

Hueningkai sighed as he walked towards you, "You made me worried over you for the whole day, you know? I was so upset when you're sick, and I failed to take care of you."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"No, it wasn't your fault for being sick, don't be sorry about this," he kissed your neck affectionately and sniffed into it, it felt warm because of your fever. But still, he liked your smell.

"I love you," you kissed his nose with your chapped lips.

"You forgot to kiss me here," he whined as he pointed to his lips.

"I'm sick, I don't—"

"Fine, I'll do it instead," he said, not giving you a chance to say no as his lips already met yours.

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El : long time no update, I'm still stuck at mafia Beomgyu and I wasn't on the condition before, yeah. I hope you guys are doing okay and taking care of yourself. I love you<3

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