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#i just woke up and i woke up to a bunch of nice tags and asks and WAHHHH IM GONNA CRY

cloudysarts · 5 months

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I HOPE SCENE RICK KNOWS I LOVE HIM AND THAT I WANNA GIVE HIM A THOUSAND KISSES <3333

KHLSDHFJKLDSHFJKLHDJKL WAHHHHH IM SO SURPRISED PEOPLE ON TUMBLR LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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joonberriess · 6 months

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animal farm. ☆ j.jk + k.th

⋆ TAGS — dark!tae + jk, morals are zero bc it’s the apocalypse, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, TW: non-con to dub-con as oc adapts to survive, captivity, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampies, pregnant sex, fingering, creepy sleazy!tae, yandere elements, open-ending beware it’s not a good one, angst, death (just the zombies lol), jk’s a hunky daddy, possessive tae and jk, obsession, somnophilia, mentioned abortion, “fuck them kids” - oc, debatable happy ending, misogyny and objectification, outdoor sex(?), thigh fucking, mentioned/hints of body dysmorphia bc oc DOES NOT want to be pregnant

⋆ WORD COUNT — 13.3k

⋆ now playing: animal farm - bibi ⋆

You’re not sure how much time has passed since the outbreak—days, months, years—time was a relatively foreign concept, all that was left was to survive. Didn’t matter what day of the week it was or whether it was night or day, the days were all the same in the end.

The day it happened started like any other day: you woke to a flurry of messages wishing you happy birthday, and you were greeted by the sight of your pup running around in excitement as you prepared for the day. You were going to work a short shift that day (courtesy of your boss) all your co-workers had pitched in to buy you a nice cake from the bakery down the street. Your mom even promised to call you later on given the distance between you and her.

Everything was just as you remembered—a blue sky, people commuting, the sounds of traffic—it was just another regular day. After work you stopped to buy a bottle of wine, too busy chatting with the cashier to notice the storm of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks passing by. The rest of the way home you listened to music, blissfully unaware of the nearby fires and rising smoky black skies.

Night came, prepared a delicious pasta and served a rather large serving of wine. Your dog sat by the front door the entire time, posture stiff and tail straight as he stared at seemingly nothing. That should have been the first sign.. After setting the pasta aside to cool your phone rang and you smiled. “Mom-”

“Listen to me,” she sounded desperate, “do NOT go outside, no matter what you hear or see y/n, STAY INSIDE.” She bites out in a fearful tone, “Your father and I are going to try and head over there, for the love of God please stay inside.”

“Mom, what's happening? Is everything okay? Are you and dad oka-” Suddenly the sound of a nearby building blowing up makes you jump. Your apartment rattles and you lose your balance, falling over as the phone slides away from you, “Mom?!” You scramble to your feet and run to the windows, yanking them all the way back to reveal the chaos unfolding..

The world around you is in flames, people are running and cars are being crashed or abandoned. You see helicopters storming the sky all around, endless police cars are scattered below your apartment and you hear the sounds of gunshots from every direction. Your eyes widen in horror as a plane comes crashing down somewhere downtown, and then more screams erupt alongside a few rather..inhuman sounds.

“y/n?! y/n?!” You snap your attention back to the fallen phone.

“M-Mom?” You crouch down and pick up the phone, “What’s happening?” You tearfully whisper. You hear the same chaos unfolding on the other side of the line, your dad is yelling something in the background while your mom tries to tell you a bunch of things all at once.

“Oh my sweet girl,” she softly whispers in a wobbly tone, “we love you so much, never forget that.” You hear a gunshot and your dad yelling some more, “Get to your uncle,” she cuts off by a loud screeching noise, “we’ll meet you there—!” She gasps as the screeching turns into animalistic noises, “Never forget—we love you.” The line cuts dead. You stand there in complete silence with an endless flow of tears streaming down your face.

The wine and pasta sat cold all night, then the night after that, and after that. If you were to go back there you’d probably see what was left of your apartment, most likely scavenged and destroyed by either survivors or whatever the hell those things were.

And to think that it had been just another random day..

You never did get to see your parents. You wondered if they died on their way to the farm or if they never stood a chance leaving in the first place. You like to believe they’re out there somewhere safe, that they found refuge with other groups far away from chaos. Like your father had once said: you keep finding something to fight for.

And that’s what you intended.

“Dammit.” You whispered under your breath while pushing through the endless shrubs and tree branches in your way.

By now every city was covered from head to toe in vines and other plant life. Apart from the obvious decay everything would have looked normal if it weren’t for the fact that there was a darkness lingering in the shadows. Cars, bikes, and trucks were scattered around, sitting as a reminder of the way things were once. It played like a bittersweet memory in the back of your mind as you pushed forward.

You brushed your hands over the front of your shorts and looked around the area. It was quiet all around with the only sounds being the wind blowing the overgrown grass all around. You had finally made it to Daegu after walking for two months straight. Your body ached and you were sure your feet had blisters from all the walking (occasional running) you did.

A few times (more than you would like to admit) you reached a breaking point where you wanted nothing more than to give up and go back to your uncle’s farm. Yet somehow some-way you would regain your strength and keep pushing—for family. It’s how you ended up all the way down in Daegu, just another month or two (maybe three) away from Busan.

You were far too deep to stop now.

You uncapped your water jug and took greedy sips as the water ran down your chin and throat. “That’s better.” You murmur softly as your parched throat absorbs every last drop of the water. You take a second to sit down on a nearby rock to bring your map out.

“Okay.. If I’m here,” you trail off while running your finger over the lines of the map, “then that means I go this way..and turn here to—” You immerse yourself in your own thoughts, ignoring the sound of your stomach growling. You shift from side to side, ignoring the heavy weight of your shotgun tucked away in your backpack, sticking out like a sore thumb.

So far you didn’t need to use the gun (yet), your encounters with those unruly beasts were minimal since they had taken to hiding in buildings. Crazed survivors were unlikely, most were hidden away too and if they were out you simply snuck past them until you felt like you could breathe again. You’d say you were doing a pretty damn good job at conserving your ammo etc.

“Alright,” you sigh heavily and put your map away, “up I go.” You mumble and start heading down the grassy street, just looking all over the area. You always did want to visit Daegu, guess it was your lucky day.

The street comes to a dead end as you stop in front of two tilted buildings crashed into each other with endless rubble surrounding the area. “Just my luck,” you groan out, seeing as there isn’t another option as you hop up the rubble, making your way into the dark desolate building.

With every step you take your heart begins beating faster, chances that those things are swarming the building are high. Your heart drops even more when you realize that the only way out that was straight ahead of you is blocked off by debris. You stop in the middle of the room, looking up as you inhale deeply.

“Only way out is going up then..” You mutter and grab your flashlight.

Everything is silent around you save for the drops of water hitting the ground and echoing off the empty halls. You work your way around the decaying bodies and thrown furniture surrounding the halls. Finding another way out of the building was something you had not planned on doing, but it seemed like you were going to have to get to higher ground to scope the surroundings out for an exit.

“Ah-ha,” you light up when you realize this building has balconies. A triumphant smile forms on your lips as you head up a small flight of stairs to reach the next floor where the balconies were located. You kept a close eye and ear out for any strange movements, you weren’t alone after all.

As you move to step over a piece of debris, suddenly a large part of the ground rumbles before breaking off and falling through the second floor. Your entire body goes still. You begin breathing heavily as you shakily reach for the shotgun in your backpack. Seconds of silence pass, you stand there with the shotgun in your hands and your face twisted in fear.

Nothing happens until you hear it..

A low faint croaking sound—click, click, click—there’s soft thuds as the creature moves around, getting closer and closer. You’re too scared to turn around or even make a sound. The floor behind you creaks and the creature gets closer, idly squeaking and croaking. Your only mistake is letting out a fearful breath, because suddenly the creature stops and screeches loudly, lunging at you at full speed.

You take off down the hall, pushing past the stone and rubble with the damned thing hot on your heels. Right as you think it’s about to snatch you right up with its bubbly deteriorating arms, an arm lunges out and yanks you into a room pressing you right up against the wall. You flinch violently and stare at the mysterious person in front of you, you can’t help but tremble as you open your mouth.

The stranger gives you a pointed look, slamming his hand over your mouth as he presses himself tight against you, “If you don’t wanna end up dead just sit the fuck still and be quiet,” he harshly whispers while looking out the corner of his eye to see if the creature is still after you.

Your grip on your shotgun loosens, you both stare at each other in silence as the creature stops outside of the room, croaking as it looks for you. When the thing comes close by the open doorway you squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. It doesn’t go away for another few minutes, when it does it ventures into another room across the hall, its noises slowly fading away until it’s fully gone.

The guy lifts a finger over his mouth and softly makes a “shh” sound. You nod slowly and he slowly lifts his hand off, “Follow me,” he quietly mutters and grabs your hand. You don’t even struggle as he leads you far away from the room, and out some doors that lead to a fire escape. “Careful, the metals all worn out. Don’t need you fallin’ on me.” He says as he begins climbing down.

You stand there quietly trying to think if it’s a good idea to follow this guy. Probably not but you were the one with the gun here, not him. “You coming or what?” He says in annoyance, already halfway down the ladders.

You snap out of it and quickly follow, “Yeah, yeah.” You softly whisper.

When you reach the last set of ladders the stranger is already waiting for you down on the ground, he watches you silently with no expression on his face. “C’mere,” he holds his arms out, “I’ll catch you.” You shouldn’t be so trusting but for some reason you just let yourself fall into his arms. A quiet yelp escapes your lips as you curl into yourself out of fear, “Relax, scary part’s over.” He lets out a deep chuckle.

“T-Thank you,” you mutter, still shaken up over the incident, “I really appreciate what you did back there, I haven’t seen those things since this entire thing started. I guess I wasn’t so prepared to go against one up close like that,” you mutter while kicking a rock around.

He shrugs, “I don’t think anyone can ever be prepared to face off against one of those things.” He sighs while looking around, “You got somewhere you gotta be or you just like wandering into abandoned buildings in your free time?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, a small grin grazing his lips.

It’s not the best idea to ever tell a stranger where you’re going especially given the situation the entire world is in. “I was just trying to scavenge,” you finally say after a few seconds, “I was running out of a few things so I decided to get some air while I was out.” You can’t keep eye contact with him for the love of your own life. His gaze is pretty intense and he seemed like the type of person who kept eye contact throughout an entire conversation.

“Ah,” he nods, “I was too, but then I heard the commotion and decided to see what was up, and you were there.” He chuckles, “Kim Taehyung.” He holds his hand out.

“y/n.” You reply softly and take his much bigger hand into yours, “Well, I think I’ll be going now. Can’t keep my group waiting.” You trail off nervously when his grip tightens instead of letting you go, “Um, Taehyung..? My hand?” You whisper out.

Taehyung hums, “It’s getting pretty late isn’t it? Sun down is around the corner and well, it doesn’t seem pretty ideal to walk around all by yourself in the dark now is it?” He tilts his head.

He’s right, you can see the sun start to set slowly and the world around you is painted in a dark orange-yellow hue. Your little lie wasn’t going to keep up much longer if he decides to walk you to your “group”. You nod slowly, “Yeah.. I guess so.” You rub the side of your arm as a chilly breeze sweeps over the both of you.

“Wanna come back with me to my place? Not far, just a ten minute walk from here, even got working water and electricity.” You perk up at the last two things which ends up making him laugh, “Yeah I know, you’ll see what I mean.” He begins pulling you along with him, hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t wanna intrude or anything,” you quickly say, “I can just go back to my group, ‘s not a problem really.” You wince a little when his grip begins to become painful.

Taehyung shakes his head, “ ‘s not safe out here at night, just stop being stubborn will you? You looked ready to give up back there with just one of those things, now imagine dozens?” He chuckles humorlessly with his head still turned away, you sigh quietly and go limp finding it no use to fight back because he clearly wasn’t going to let you go which in itself looked like an entire red flag.

He leads you to another building, you notice the slight change in temperature when you walk into the darkened lobby, it’s slightly warmer.. “How did you get the electricity to work?” You wonder out loud while looking around.

“Turns out the power generator wasn’t completely ruined, wasn’t very hard to get it going again and well, now we have working water and electricity.” He shrugs while guiding you down the hall and stopping in front of a door.

You frown in confusion, “We?” You tilt your head, “There’s someone else?” Oh this wasn’t what you were expecting, now you had to stay alert for not only Taehyung but his fucking friend too.

“Yeah, Jungkook.” He says like nothing while punching in the keycode, “He’s one of the guys I met when this all happened, we stayed together—no not like that,” he chuckles, “he’s a good friend of mine.” He gives you a bright smile before pushing the door open.

You’re hit with warmth and light, the entire room is lit up and you can smell something cooking in the kitchen. This makes you reminisce about the past when you would be coming home after a long day at work, cooking something up and unwinding with your pup on the couch. Your heart twists bitterly as you clutch your backpack closer, you hear noises come from the kitchen and you turn your head in alarm.

“Relax, that’s Jungkook.” Taehyung chuckles as he guides you into the living room with his hands over your shoulders, “Jungkook, this is y/n and y/n, Jungkook.” He cheerfully introduces you two like you’re longtime friends or something, “I saved her from a clicker just now.” He briefly says to Jungkook.

Jungkook gives you one good look, dark eyes trailing over you before he turns his back, “You guys hungry?” He breaks the tension in the room, it has you sagging in relief that he wasn’t rude or didn’t see you as a threat. “She looks like she’s seen better days, don’t be fucking rude Tae let her shower n shit the food is almost ready anyways.” He comments while shaking some spices into the food he was making.

“Oh shit, forgot about that. C’mere, bathroom’s this way.” Taehyung pushes you down another hall, “Hot water n everything so go crazy. Clean towel’s there, and you’re welcome to help yourself to anything in there. I have some extra razors, don’t know if you’d need them or anything I don’t know but yeah.” He smiles, “See you when you’re done.” He leaves after that.

You stand in the bathroom quietly for a few seconds, you don’t like the ugly little feeling you get in your tummy from being around these guys. You’re grateful and all but you can’t help the distrusting feeling you get. With a heavy sigh you set your things down and begin undressing out of your clothes. The water feels so amazing against your sore muscles, you stand under the shower just basking in the luxury of hot water with your eyes closed.

Cleanup goes fairly quickly, you helped yourself to one of the razors Taehyung mentioned to you and took your time in scrubbing the dirt and grime off of your body. Now that you think about it, it made sense earlier as to why Taehyung didn’t look dirty or anything. This explains a whooolleeee lot now.

“Hey y/n,” Taehyung calls out as the door opens, “Came to give you something.” He says like it’s no big deal at all while he enters the bathroom.

“T-Taehyung..!” You gasp in shock, throwing yourself into the corner of the shower while staring at the curtains in terror, “Whatever it is, can you just please drop it somewhere! Kinda not in the best situation right now,” you clutch the loofah close.

Taehyung laughs, “Calm down, I just came to give you an extra pair of clothes. Yours are kinda worn down no offense, it wouldn’t make sense to re-dress in nasty clothes after cleaning yourself now would it?” He says as he moves around the bathroom.

“Thanks..but um..can you…?” You trail off.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he breathily chuckles, “Jungkook says the food’s ready, see you out there.” He heads out. You wait for him to close the door but when you hear no sound you peek your head out of the corner of the curtain, “My bad,” Taehyung holds up your tattered clothes, “kinda cute that they got little bears all over them.” He motions to your underwear.

Your face heats up in embarrassment, “Stop looking!”

“I will!” Taehyung lets the door slip shut, his laughter fading as he disappears down the hall. You sigh in relief and let your back hit the wall, what the hell was even that? You were definitely going to be leaving ASAP with the way Taehyung seemed to lack boundaries with literally ANYTHING. First he was touchy and now he’s looking at your underwear shamelessly? That was a no-go.

“I swear I locked it..” You mutter while washing your hair.

After your hot shower you slip out and dry yourself with the towel, you were curious to see what clothes he brought you. You notice it’s a large black shirt and a pair of boxers sitting neatly folded on the counter. Better than nothing you guessed while dropping the towel and dressing yourself. The boxers fit like oversized shorts on you which you’re pretty glad for.

Your heart drops when you see that your backpack isn’t there anymore. A lot of things seem to be running through your mind all at once, was this the end? Were you going to die now? All because of a hot shower?

“Oh there you are,” Jungkook comments when you walk into the same room from before, he notices your panicked state and chuckles, “relax, Tae put your things over there by the door. He put your clothes to wash too.” He nods his head in the direction of the laundry room, “You hungry?” He holds up a bowl of hot food.

“Thank you..” You softly whisper while going over to sit at the table, your mouth waters at the sight of hot food, another luxury you couldn’t afford in this world after leaving your uncle’s home to go to Busan.

Jungkook eyes you appreciatively in his clothes as he sets the food down in front of you, “Glad to see they fit.” He comments, “You can start eating by the way, Tae’s gonna shower so it’ll be just us two til he gets back.” He lazily shrugs while sitting across from you.

He set out an array of side dishes like rice, kimchi, wood ear mushrooms and other stuff that looks really tasty. The two of you eat in silence with Jungkook humming occasionally at the taste or something like that. You don’t really want to talk much either so you’re grateful for the quietness between the two of you. The food is really amazing too, it fills your ravenous hunger you’ve had for the past week since running out of granola bars.

“So,” Jungkook leans back in his chair, “Tae says you’re a part of a group huh?” He tilts his head, “Kinda explains the shot gun n shit. Loads of ammo too.” He picks up a piece of meat and shoves it into his mouth.

“Yeah..” You mumble, “I was just scavenging, had to cross through the building n yeah that’s how me and Tae ran into each other—or more like him saving me.”

Jungkook nods, “Okay… so why don’t you tell me the real truth? No bullshitting either sweetheart, we’ve been here for how many years and never have we ever seen or heard of a group past that building or on our side.” He smirks, “C’mon, tell me. I don’t bite.”

You stare at him in awe and realization that you’ve been caught, “Fuck okay,” you sigh heavily, “Originally I was staying with my uncle in the outskirts of Suwon after the whole apocalypse happened, for years now I’ve been believing my parents are still alive and out there, problem is out there is literally all the way down in Busan,” you see him perk up at the mention of Busan, “so I’ve been walking ever since trying to get there to find them, they’re farmers, if they’re out there they’re probably still in the old farmhouse I grew up in.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he nods, “I’m fuckin’ impressed you made it this far, shit not even me who was stranded Ulsan when this all happened.” He shakes his head, “Guess we all got something that keeps up goin’ huh.” He leans back in his chair with a hum.

You stare down at your food, “Yeah..” You whisper softly.

The silence is broken when Taehyung comes out of the hall, towel in his hair and a pair of low hanging sweats clinging over his hips as he whistles, “Looks good,” he says to Jungkook while taking a seat next to him, it’s only then you fully see that he’s not wearing a shirt at all. You turn your head slightly in embarrassment as Taehyung laughs, “What? Something on my face?”

“No you idiot, obviously someone you fucking just met wouldn’t wanna see you half naked ‘n shit you pervert.” Jungkook elbows his friend.

“I’m not though,” Taehyung snorts, “I’m sure she’s seen worse than this,” he shoots you a wink to which you hunch your shoulders together sheepishly.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “So did basic etiquette also fly out the window when the apocalypse happened or what?” Taehyung doesn’t reply anything because he’s too busy stuffing his face, Jungkook’s eyes land back on you and he sits up, “You look sleepy, you can take my room if you want I’ll sleep here,” he nods, “and before you panic I’ll take your backpack to you too.” He smirks.

You slump in your seat with a sigh, “Thanks..”

“No need.” Jungkook curtly replies and gets up as he brings your backpack over, “Follow me.” He treads down the hall with your things flung over his broad shoulder.

“G’Night pretty,” Taehyung grins with a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at you up and down, “very fuckin’ pretty..” He chuckles quietly and goes back to eating.

You shiver, and not in the good way either. You follow Jungkook into another room, he’s already setting your things down and bringing out pillows, “I usually sleep without one but here’s some I had in my closet,” he sets them down, “not that there’s much to steal but please don’t take my shit. I trust you.” He gives you a firm pat, squeezing your waist as he slips by you.

“Thank..you..?” You turn to watch him.

“Yeah, yeah no funny business. Night sweetheart.” He lets the door slip shut quietly.

The first thing you do is lock it, making sure the door is jammed before you take one of his chairs he had and press it right up against the knob. When you feel like no one can enter you finally slip into the comfy bed, groaning in relief as your sore body slumps into the sheets. It’s been so long since you’ve had a proper bed to lay in. You roll around before curling over a pillow and hugging it tight to your chest.

Your tired eyes slip shut and you fall asleep comfortably for the first time in ages.

You pry your eyes open when a beam of sunlight hits you across your face. At first you’re confused and disoriented but then everything that happened to you yesterday comes down as you recap quickly. You slowly sit up with a loud yawn, looking around the room in daze. Everything is as you left it, and the chair is still propped up against the door.

“Time is it..” You mutter and look around. You find a clock on the wall and squint your eyes to read the time. “Oh,” it’s noon. You shuffle out of bed despite your limbs protesting as you look around for your things, you had an extra change of clothes in your backpack anyways so getting your old clothes was not a issue.

The weather as of lately has been pretty bipolar, hot or breezy so you never knew what to expect. You figured it was springtime anyways. You dressed in a loose white flower printed camisole, another pair of brown shorts over black tights and managed to slip your boots back on.

“Alright,” you bring out your map and check the streets etc, “took me here..so now we go this way,” you mutter quietly while reading the map. You had made sure to catch the name of the building before entering last night. That way it would be easier when leaving. “Okay.” You smile and fold the map back up.

You step out of the room with your belongings on your back, treading down the hall quietly as you come across Taehyung and Jungkook setting the table, “Oh you’re awake.” Jungkook says as his eyes drop to your hands where you’re clutching the straps of your backpack.

Taehyung pauses and turns to look too, “Oh…” He trails off, visibly upset that you’re already going. “ ‘s pretty dangerous out there.” He comments with a blank look.

“I’ll find a way.” You reply curtly, “I appreciate you guys letting me stay the night but I really have to go now. Thank you.” You bow in appreciation, Jungkook doesn’t say anything and instead Taehyung makes his way over to stand in front of you.

“At least stay for breakfast yeah? C’mon there’s no harm in that.” Taehyung pleads while setting a bowl down on the table, “Plus, why would you even wanna go? Those things are still out there, they’ll tear you apart the first chance they get. Just stay, yeah?” It’s no longer, stay for breakfast, rather Taehyung is now openly begging you to stay.

Your breath hitches when you see his hand come up to touch your shoulder, you jerk away and take a step back, “I’m leaving Taehyung, thank you from the bottom of my heart but I’ll be fine.” You say firmly while stepping past him.

Jungkook calmly stands there with his arms over his chest, he looks down at you and hums, “You’re not leaving sweetheart,” he calmly says, “why don’t you get that backpack off and sit down so we can all eat together.”

When it becomes apparent they have no intention of letting you leave you snap, “Get away from me!” You shove Jungkook as hard as you possibly can, watching him stumble out of shock as you duck past him and slam the front door open.

“y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells out.

You don’t waste another second and run down to the exit, kicking the door open and heading down the street towards the way you were supposed to go. Adrenaline kicks in like never before as you whip your head back occasionally to see if they’re following. You’re pretty far when you notice Jungkook and Taehyung exiting out the building looking both ways before they see you and start running.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper while jumping over fallen things and rocks.

They’re yelling a bunch of shit that you don’t care about, your main focus is to get the hell away from them. You duck into a building, taking note that it’s a mall as you manage to run up the escalator. “She went in here!” Taehyung says not far behind.

You hear their heavy footsteps as they run up the steps too. You see a rack sitting there so you throw it down and keep pushing forward. Jungkook curses loudly while he and Tae push through the mess on the ground. You see a clothing shop with a half-closed metal overhead door as you fall to the ground and slip under it to the other side.

The crawlspace was small enough for you, you’re confident Taehyung and Jungkook were going to have to pry it open (if they even could) to follow you. “Shit,” you hear Taehyung, “she went through here.”

“Move.” Jungkook reaches to yank at the door.

Your eyes widen in horror when you hear the door creak, showing signs that it would in fact be opening up more. You run to the back of the store, barreling in as you look around for a exit only to find that you’re in a simple storage room. There was no other exit, the mall in fact must not even have those backroom exits.

Your eyes tear up as you shakily back up into the wall with no other choice but to bring out your shotgun and aim it at the door. You hear nothing but your fast breathing and pounding heart in your ears. Any moment now… Your finger curled over the trigger as you bounced your knee in anticipation.

A beat passes before the door suddenly slams open, hitting the wall full force as Jungkook comes barreling in. You jump in absolute fear, aiming blindly as you pull the trigger. “Oh shit!” Taehyung yells, he doesn’t bother entering the room at first as he ducks to the side of the doorway after the bullet grazes the wall next to the doorway.

Jungkook yells something you can’t really make out through the ringing in your ears from the deafening noise. He wrestles the shotgun out of your hands, tossing it to the corner far away from you both. “Hey, hey,” he loudly curses, “calm down will you?!” He grunts.

Taehyung slips into the room and comes over to pin you down, “Shh, shh, we’re here now y/n,” he says as he leans down to nose along your shoulder and neck, “ ‘s safe with us.” He whispers in his deep baritone voice.

The fear combined with the stress (and adrenaline) of the situation sends you into a full blown panic attack. Your vision begins getting spotty and you feel like you’re on the verge of passing out. Probably from how malnourished you were given that the past few weeks you’ve been surviving on one granola bar every week.

You yell and twist around, loud sobs pouring from your lips as you thrash endlessly. “N-No! Please! Let me go,” you hiccup through your tears, “stop it,” the fight begins slowly draining out of you. They coo and murmur deceivingly sweet things in your ear, their hands roam all over your body while you lay there limp. “P..lease..” You quietly plead one last time before the world around you begins to fade.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t you worry. Never gonna let you outta my sight,” Taehyung whispers, “....s.afe..with us.” You manage to hear right before losing consciousness.

5 months later..

Everyday waking up felt more like a chore and the only time you ever found yourself looking forward to something was going to sleep. Sleeping was like some sort of escape from reality where you would find yourself dreaming of the day you reunite with your parents. Another dream you frequently had was you being back at your uncle’s farm living day by day in utter peace surrounded by the people you loved.

It was a pretty memory that would be ruined the moment you woke up to find either Taehyung or Jungkook over you.

They were like animals, they had no self control and acted like a bunch of hormonal teens around you. Taehyung especially, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off nor his pants on. You lost track of the days inbetween sleeping or them fucking you like no tommorrow. Waking up sore between your legs or with cum dripping from your gaping pussy was a familiar feeling.

Taehyung was the more shameless one between the two. He’d fuck you almost every chance he got with his hands never straying from your body for more than two minutes whenever he was around you. He kept you chained in his room by the ankle on his bed wearing nothing but his shirt and those bear printed panties you came to hate. They were ruined the minute he’d lay with you, hand stuffed deep inside and his long slender fingers buried knuckle deep in your soaked pussy.

You hated that your body responded very well to his touches, hell you’d even slick up to the sound of him entering the room with the amount of times he fucked you or had his hands on you. Taehyung’s mouth was even filthier with the amount of shit he said in that husky tone whenever he had you pinned under him—knees pressed to your shoulders as he folded you in half and punched his cock deep inside your bruised cunt.

“Just needed a cock in you pretty, didn’t you,” he’d whisper while grinding his hips in slow circles with his cock rubbing up against every crevice of your pussy, his balls pressed tight against your ass as low squelching noises filled the quiet bedroom.

Jungkook was used to the sounds of the headboard banging or bed creaking against the wooden floor. He’d lay awake in his own room with a hand wrapped tight against his cock while he listened to you cry and mewl in pleasure. Other times he’d walk into the room just to see Taehyung balls deep in you with your legs spread wide and a string of white creaminess sticking to Taehyung’s pelvis and cock whenever he pulled out of your messy pussy.

At the moment you were curled into your side, balling up under the warm sheets as you tried to find more sleep. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning you begrudgingly accepted that you weren’t going to be getting any more sleep. Your puffy eyes cracked open as you stared over at the window. The curtains were closed but from the tiny corner you could see that it was night time already.

Taehyung and Jungkook had yet to come back, they said something about getting some things they needed from the mall. A tiny part of you wished they wouldn’t come back though. Maybe they’d be ambushed by those things and eaten alive (your biggest fantasy was them getting their cocks ripped off for what they’ve done to you). You could only dream, you sigh wistfully.

You sit up in bed and look around the dark room, there’s nothing much to do so you end up doodling in your sketchbook for a bit before laying back down just dreading the arrival of your captors. They get back around midnight, a little over an hour after you had woken up. Your eyes are slipped shut as you try to fall back asleep, and right when your body and mind both shut down the door is opened.

Taehyung comes in silently, humming under his breath as he sets some bags down on the ground. You don’t pay much attention, just curling into yourself with closed eyes while he goes about with whatever the hell he’s doing. The sound of Taehyung unbuckling his belt is enough to have your pussy throbbing, already slicking up for what’s about to come. He shuffles around and slips his shirt off, and then his pants.

The bed dips low and creaks under his weight when he climbs in next to you. You squeeze your eyes tight and try to breathe normally. Taehyung’s hand falls on your thigh and rubs over the soft skin slowly, each time going higher and higher until he’s playing with the waistband of your underwear. Your skin prickles all over with goosebumps as he quietly laughs under his breath.

“Look so pretty like this,” he mumbles while leaning in to hide his face in your neck, “bet your little pussy’s all wet for me too..” He dips his fingers in and slides them through your chubby folds, “Fuckin’ soaked—got you waiting for this cock huh?” He circles his fingers over your wet clit, “C’mon pretty, open up for me. Know you’re awake,” he rasps out and rubs faster.

You breathily sigh and fall into the bed pliantly while he plays with your clit between his long slender fingers. Taehyung slips his fingers between your dewy sticky folds, going right over your greedy hole. It clenches around nothing and you wait with a bated breath for him to slip them inside.

“Hear that baby?” Taehyung whispers as his lips slide over your neck and suck on a particular spot, “Messy little thing you are,” he comments while pressing his crotch over your ass and letting you feel the hard print of his swelling cock from inside his boxers, “don’t worry though—not gonna be empty for long, gonna fill you up and give it to you real good pretty.” He rasps out.

He rolls his hips in the tiniest of circles, letting out deep sighs and grunts while he plays with your pussy with one hand and the other grips your ass cheek. He squeezes the doughy cheek and pulls it apart to expose your puckered hole, “Gonna fuck you here too one day,” he rolls his hips more insistently, “gonna make all your pretty holes mine.”

You bite back a mewl when his thumb flicks over your clit in rapid sweeping motions, it has you grinding into his hand and simultaneously pushing back on his hard cock. You feel it slot between your cheeks—hot and throbbing—as it slides over the rim of your asshole. You weakly clench down on nothing, pussy pathetically spewing more slick and dribbling between your silky folds.

“One day,” he mutters, “not now.” Taehyung reaches up to steady you by the hip. You hear shuffling in the back as Taehyung kicks his boxers off, letting the dampened material fall to the ground. His hands are on you in a heartbeat, he racks the oversized shirt you’re wearing up around your waist and tugs at your panties with two fingers. “Open a little wider for me pretty—there you go, that’s it.” He purrs.

Taehyung wraps a hand around the back of your knee and holds it up as he lifts your leg into the air. You bite your lip and turn your face into the pillow to hide in, “Keep it up here for me,” he murmurs while letting go.

You can hear him fist his cock from behind you as he takes his cock and slaps it over your folds repeatedly. “Fuck,” he sighs almost dreamily while positioning the mushroomy tip at your clenched hole, “relax n let me in baby, good girl.” He murmurs while kicking his hips forward and pushing his cock into you.

Your lips part in a small ‘o’, no noise escaping as he fills you inch for inch with his heavy fat cock. This spooning position does nothing but make you aware just how big his cock is, you feel fucking stuffed and full of him with the rim of your pussy stretching a bit painfully to accommodate him. Taehyung releases a low growl and shoves himself into you impatiently. His hips smack against your ass with a loud squelch.

“Shit…” He sighs out like he’s relieved to be buried deep inside you, he shifts around and presses himself closer to you. You feel him drape himself over your back with his face buried in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He breathes your scent in and moans quietly while circling his hips slowly, cock shifting from side to side inside of you.

“God you feel so good,” he whispers as his hand grips your hip tight, “don’t think I’ll ever get used to fuckin’ this pussy.” He moans once more and presses in.

You double over and fist the pillow you’re laying on tightly, you can feel his hot thick balls press snug against your ass with each grind and thrust. Taehyung’s busy sucking marks into the back of your neck, he rolls his hips smoothly and occasionally bottoms out and presses into you deeply. His cock reemerges drenched in copious amounts of slick, the noise it makes is filthy as he pushes in deep.

“Shit, like that.” He moves faster, humping into you in quick little rolls as your cheeks smack against his pelvis repeatedly.

Your mouth opens and you quietly pant into the hot pillow, ears burning when you hear the squelching and the sound of his balls connecting to your ass from where they swing. Taehyung moans into your ear and slips his hand down your front to spread your pussy apart in a ‘V’ shape, “C’mon baby, play with yourself.” He huffs.

Most likely if you don’t do it he will so you slip your hand down and circle your clit with your fingers. You rub in circular motions, matching the speed of his thrusts. You can’t help the strangled moan that you let out because he pairs this with perfectly aimed thrusts, cockhead brushing over your g-spot repeatedly. The noises you held in begin spilling from your lips, you whimper and whine quietly while laying three fingers over your clit and rubbing side to side quickly.

“You gonna cum baby?” Taehyung gasps, “Can feel you getting tighter,” he grunts while smacking his hips into yours harder.

You throw your head back on his shoulder and gasp loudly when his cock bumps into your cervix. It hurts but the pain blends easily with the pleasure. Taehyung digs his fingernails into your side and tightly holds on to you while fucking into your pussy harshly. The slapping noises fill the entire room, the sheets shift and the bed rocks into the wall from the force of his thrusts.

“W-Wait,” you gasp breathlessly while your pussy squeezes tight, “fuck—Tae-hyung..!” A garbled cry escapes your lips as your pussy floods wetly, you cum with a high pitched cry while burying your face into his pillow—body shaking like a newborn lamb.

Taehyung hisses and quickly rolls his hips, driving his swollen cock into you over and over again like it’s the last time. He lands a tiny slap over your pussy causing you to cry out in oversensitivity. “Oh shit,” he gasps and slams into you three times before coming to a stop and riding the rest of his orgasm out with tiny grinds. He milks his cock out with a long sigh, pressing in to make sure none of it slips out.

You’re left laying there panting harshly while he warms his cock with your cunt. Only when his cock softens does he let it slip out with a nasty squelch. You can feel a sticky trail of slick and cum bubble between your folds, a small string still connected to his flaccid cock. “So messy,” he mutters while rolling out of bed to bring back a towel.

You stare at the wall with disoriented eyes and a wet ass/pussy.

The very next morning over breakfast Taehyung tells you about a surprise he has for you. You’re suspicious as hell but go along with it and wait patiently for him to give you his “gift”. Nothing good ever comes from him so you’re pretty sure this gift is something more for them than it is for you. When he pulls it out you mentally sigh, proven right.

“Aren’t these pretty?” Taehyung grins while showing off the pretty dresses, “I found ‘em in that store from last time and thought they’d look good on you.” He licks his lips, “Try ‘em on.” He’s not asking, he’s telling you.

You begrudgingly change into one, noting how short it is given that it ends right under your ass. You stand there and let out a deep sigh, “This is the worst..” You mutter while fixing the straps.

“You comin’ out yet pretty?” Taehyung calls out.

“Fucking hell, can’t you wait.” You angrily tug the dress down and unlock the door, “I’m going.” You roll your eyes and walk out of the hallway and to them.

Their eyes naturally shift lower, staring shamelessly as they lick their lips hungrily. “Fits like a glove.” Jungkook nods, “Do a little spin for me sweetheart,” he sits back and man spreads on the couch, “slowly.” His eyes drop down to your exposed thighs.

You slowly turn in a circle stopping when they ask you to. Taehyung whistles lowly while Jungkook hums in appreciation, “Maybe these pretty little dresses are the only thing you should wear around the house, makes you look like a pretty little housewife.” He chuckles.

“She does, doesn't she? If it were up to me she’d be my little housewife walking around with nothin’ underneath leaking with cum and a pussy stuffed full.” Taehyung’s eyes stay glued to your tits where they push against the dress, smushed together from how tight that area was.

“Pretty little thing was made for it.” Jungkook nods with a low hum. You’ve never felt less human.

That night, Jungkook brings you to his room and has you slip on another one of the dresses Taehyung got you. Except this one literally leaves your entire ass hanging out no matter how much you tug on it. It’s a silky dress embroidered with lace and frills, you know you’re not going to stand a chance. He’s already looking at you like he wants to eat you, he lays there with an arm behind his head on the bed, just ogling you in appreciation as you change.

It’s over the moment you turn around. Jungkook quite literally throws you on the bed and pins you down under his hard, heavy body. He wastes no time in pushing the dress up and pinning you with your knees touching your shoulders. His pace is frantic and hard, thighs smacking and balls smacking into you as he fucks like a madman.

The bed violently hits the wall and creaks loudly under the weight of you two. He really has you crying and screaming in pleasure from how rough he was with you. His own grunts and moans rising in volume to match yours. He fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you, each time hurting a little more from how sensitive you were. Your cunt’s rubbed raw, glistening with precum mixed with your slick as a ring of white forms around the base of Jungkook’s cock. Some of his creamy cum drips down between your ass cheeks and on to the rim of your puckered hole. It splatters a little when his balls collide with your ass, staining both him and the bed sheets.

The room’s hot, it stinks with sex as Jungkook fucks you over and over again on the bed. You mewl shakily and kick your dangling feet in the air when he rolls you two over the edge of the bed, your head hangs as he buries himself deep in your pussy and grinds in quick motions. Jungkook has either arm beside your head, caging you in as he watches your expressions with hooded eyes.

“Fuck.” Jungkook bites his lip and moves faster, “Look so goddamn perfect, gonna have this little cunt bred by the end of the night. You’d like that wouldn’t you baby—to be stuffed with my cum dripping?” He breathlessly asks, brow pinched in concentration as he rolls his hips.

When you don’t answer he lands a smack across your ass, tightly squeezing it in his hand afterwards. You mewl quietly and nod, “Answer me baby, wanna hear it from your sweet little lips.” He growls and lands another smack.

You hiccup and sob softly, “Y-Yes..! W-Wanna you to fill me up.” Your toes curl as you shudder when his cock hits your g-spot. All this movement and your head hanging quickly has you recoiling in dizziness as he jostles you.

Jungkook moves his hands and falls into you with your chest pressed to his. He wraps his hands around both of your ass cheeks and grips them tightly while pumping his cock in and out of you. Your thighs tremble in anticipation, cunt greedily swallowing him as low wet smacking noises begin to grow louder.

“Gonna cum sweetheart,” he rasps out with sweat dripping from his brow, “shit—so fuckin’ tight.” He shudders while leaning into you.

Your arms shakily wrap around his shoulders as you hug him tightly, sobbing when his pelvis glides over your clit and traps the sensitive bud between you and him. He fucks in quick thrusts, cock punching in and out of your creamy pussy. You lay there whining quietly as he uses you to get off. His moans turn breathier and quiet until he stops and goes silent.

His cock throbs and twitches, hot cum painting your pussy white as he empties himself in you. Jungkook lets out a ragged groan as he finally stops coming, he tiredly lays himself over you and pants, swallowing quietly as he tries to catch his breath. You didn’t cum again but you’re fine, it would have hurt anyway.

“Shit.” He mumbles as he rolls off of you lays side by side, staring up at the ceiling with his wet cock hanging out all bare without a single care in the world. You shakily roll to your side and curl up.

You knew these damn dresses were gonna be trouble..

Something’s off…very off.

For almost a week now you’ve been getting sick and throwing up meal after meal, maybe they were poisoning and finally putting you out of your misery. You wished.. You were sleeping way more than usual and everything just hurt more, even sex—not that it didn’t hurt before but suddenly your clit was too rubbed raw to touch and penetration was starting to hurt and ache? Something was very wrong and they knew it too.

“You think it’s the food?” Taehyung asks while sitting at the table with you and Jungkook, they often talk like you aren’t even there at times. “Or like maybe it’s the flu or something, been finding the window left open at night, could be that she got some air.”

Jungkook eyes you in worry, “I don’t think so Tae, she barely even has anything in her stomach to begin with and she keeps puking her guts out.” He sighs deeply, “y/n baby, how long has this been going on for hm? Weeks?”

You shrug and stare down at the hot food on your plate, “I dunno, not really hungry though.. Just wanna sleep.”

Taehyung frowns, “You need to eat something, wait—maybe she’s on her period or something and it’s probably hitting her really hard. Are you?” He turns to look at you as he waits patiently for your answer.

You open your mouth to say no but then sit there in shock, period.. When was the last time you even had one? Your heart begins pounding as you try to think back to your last cycle, sure you didn’t think about it too often but still it was something you kept track of so things didn’t get super messy in the middle of your travels. They call your name three times before you finally look up at them.

“I haven’t gotten a period.” You whispered, “Last I remember was I think a month ago, wait no I think two..” You begin shaking in your seat, this means one thing for sure.. You look up at them, they’re both sporting surprised looks but Taehyung’s face quickly morphs into one of excitement and happiness.

“So that means..” Taehyung grins, “ ‘s my baby,” he proudly claims, “must’ve knocked her up real good.” He chuckles quietly, dodging Jungkook’s hit, “What?? She’s the one who sleeps in my bed more than you! You’re just jealous it’s not your baby.” He smirks.

Jungkook sighs, “Tae, maybe instead of being so happy about knocking her up worry about her fuckin health.” He glares before turning to you with a soft look, “C’mere sweetheart, let’s get you something for your stomach yeah?” He stands and goes over to guide you into the kitchen, “Tae, run out and bring some pregnancy tests!”

“On it!”

You’re numb the entire time Jungkook talks to you about different meal options, his hand never leaves your waist and he occasionally strokes his thumb over your tummy. How could they be so happy knowing the circumstances behind the baby—or rather this parasite inside of you. Just thinking about the thing made you sicker, and quite frankly more angrier.

“Baby?” Jungkook looks at you in confusion, “I asked if you wanted to have some broth with crackers, it’ll be light on your stomach and will do good for the baby.” Baby… You looked down at your stomach and stared at it, so that’s where the little shit was. “Baby?” He cups your face in his hands.

“Anything is fine,” you mutter, “doesn’t matter now anyways, ‘m basically an incubator.” You glare.

Jungkook ignores your little aggressive comment, “Don’t be like that, ‘s not good for you or the baby. Gotta make sure you’re well fed mama,” he mumbles as he brings you closer, “gotta be a good mama for the baby alright?” He cups your tummy.

You feel frustration bubble up, “I don’t want this fucking parasite in me,” you seethe, “I didn’t ask to be pregnant, I didn’t ask for any of this! I would have been perfectly fine in Busan with my parents if you or Taehyung hadn’t bothered me!” You yell angrily, “Baby this, baby that—what about me?! I’m a human being! This is my life we’re talking about!” You shove his hands off of you.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, “You’re just cranky and moody, understandable sweetheart,” he reaches over to grip you by the throat, “but let’s not get too over your head yeah? Is this all because of Busan? Throwin’ a fit like a goddamn child?” He glares.

“Yes! Exactly that Jungkook, I was doing so fucking fine before YOU or Taehyung.” Your eyes well with tears, “A-And now-now, I can’t even see my parents anymore because I’m stuck here everyday inside of a small ass apartment chained like a goddamn circus animal waiting to be used!” You sob hysterically, everything you’ve held in at this point just erupting.

You hate that he gives you a sympathetic look, he brings you into his arms and you’re too weak to fight against him, “Oh baby,” he rocks you side to side, “when will you understand that your place is with us, we keep you SAFE. We feed you don’t we? We protect you? What more are you asking for?” He says softly like he’s talking to a child or something.

“I-I want to see my mom and dad,” you hiccup, “wanna g-go to Busan ‘n make sure they’re alive ‘n healthy. Please!” You paw at his arms and cling to him like a child, “Please ‘s the only thing I’ll ever ask for!”

Jungkook stares down at you while you cry and beg, he gently rubs his hand over your back and hums, “I’ll talk to Tae about it,” he pulls back to look down at you, “but you have to take care of yourself for the baby’s sake.” He calmly says, “No ifs or buts, if you don’t we’re not going anywhere.”

You bite back the protest sitting on the tip of your tongue, “...Okay..” You mutter.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grins and ruffles your hair, “now go sit down, I’ll call you when the soup is ready.” He ushers you out.

Taehyung and Jungkook spend the entire night talking about it, you can hear them from the bedroom where you sit in pure excitement and hope. Jungkook argues that maybe it’s time to find a new settlement out there, he says something along the lines that raising the baby in the countryside is far better as the infected are less likely to populate rural areas. Taehyung argues that they’re fine altogether given the endless supplies nearby and the running water and electricity they have.

“Jungkook you’re not understanding, I’m gonna be a dad now and I can’t be having y/n walk for almost two months straight in this state. She won’t make it,” Taehyung sighs, “she’s fine here, safe and sound where she has water and heat to keep her warm at night.”

Jungkook releases a heavier sigh, “Tae, there’s a high risk of raiders and you know it. What if we’re out getting supplies one day and someone finds her and the baby? Then what? Or how about when the baby gets here you wanna keep them inside these four small ass walls for the rest of their lives? Is that what you think is best for the baby?”

You sit with a bated breath, waiting for Taehyung’s reply. You’re fucked if he says no, because Jungkook will NOT go anywhere unless Taehyung comes with. You feel your heart twist bitterly as you stare down at your hands, if Taehyung says no you really think you’ll resort to murder just to escape..

“Fine. We’ll go but if it’s far worse we’re heading straight back got it?” Taehyung grunts, “Can’t believe I’m agreeing to this shit.” He mutters while heading out to the patio.

You smile widely and lay back with your head turned to the window, admiring the bright moon, “Soon..” You quietly whisper to yourself.

Please wait for me..

The three of you set out one crisp Autumn morning, you almost forgot what the outside looked like given that you were only given the luxury of the windows in the apartment. Jungkook and Taehyung keep you close with a hand around your waist or wrapped around your own in a tight hold.

“Gotta cross that bridge to catch the highway that leads us into the countryside roads to Busan,” Jungkook says while reading the map, “from there I think we should be good and just keep walking straight.” He sighs as he folds the map back up.

Taehyung hums in acknowledgment as he reaches over to slip his arm around your waist and tug you close, “You good baby?” He asks softly, “Don’t want you overworking yourself.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You nod while looking around the area, “I’m fine, wanna go now.” You tug at his hand and follow after Jungkook. They try to make conversation with you but you’re fully locked in on one thing: Busan.

It takes up almost a day to make it to the bridge and get on the highway, luckily those things aren’t out in the open so the walk is much easier and stress free. You pass the time by admiring the plant life around you and remembering what once was when you come across clothing shops and closed restaurants.

The wind blows the flowy dress you’re wearing, you would have preferred something like jeans or whatever but they swapped out almost all of your clothes for dresses. You liked them and they were cute and all but this was something you would have liked to wear for yourself back at home and not for them.

“Look,” Taehyung stops in his tracks to bring you over to the bridge railing, “kinda looks nice yeah?” He smiles as the wind blows through his hair.

The three of you stand together watching the water below calmly moving in one direction, birds fly high over your heads and into the pink-ish sunset. You smile to yourself and nod, “I like it. Super nice.”

Jungkook leans his head over your shoulder and hums, “Pretty like you.” He comments to which you ignore. The three of you stay a little longer before Jungkook pats you gently on the back, “Alright, time to go. Gotta find somewhere before sundown.” He warns and takes your hand in his, leading you away from the peaceful sight.

You insist to them you’re more than fine walking through the dark with them but Taehyung’s absolutely not having it. He gives you one glare and you’re left to sulk in the dark quietly, begrudgingly following the two into a spot for the night somewhere off the road in the overgrown grass. Jungkook makes sure the area is clear before he lays out your sleeping bags on the ground.

“Calm down, Busan ain’t going nowhere sweetheart,” Jungkook comments when he sees how uneasy you are, “here lay down.” He pulls you in and tucks you into the warm sleeping bag, “All this walking won’t be any good on you,” he leaves the ‘or the baby’ out given your feelings about the pregnancy, “gotta have you well rested.” He mumbles and leans down to press a gentle kiss over your lips.

You stare at him with an incredulous look, you rather keep walking day and night if meant getting away from them two and reaching your parents quicker. Any more of this and you’re going to lose it, you grumble quietly and snuggle into the sleeping bag turned away from them. “Night.” You curtly reply.

“G’night pretty.”

Sleep comes fairly easy but you’re still a bit uncomfortable from laying on the cold hard ground. You spent at least a good hour tossing and turning before sleep took over and sent you into a state of peace. Though by now you knew that peace was never an option, not with these two on your ass half the time.

Your eyes flutter open in confusion, you take in your surroundings for a few seconds before realizing you’re flat on your back. You note the familiar weight sitting on top of you and the slick noises down below. “Hn?” You try to make out who it is but it’s difficult with their face buried in your neck.

“Awake pretty?” Taehyung whispers into your ear, “Was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” He runs his tongue over the shell of your ear with a low moan, “Sorry baby, couldn’t resist seeing you so pretty in the dresses we got you.” He slurs out, you notice he has a hand stuffed between the two of you with his heavy cock in his hand, “Had to have you,” he breathes out while laying his pelvis flat against yours, “feel that? You did that.”

His cock’s all slicked up and hot as it presses against your inner thigh. There’s no use in fighting back as you let your thighs fall open to accommodate him. Taehyung makes a pleased noise as he grinds his cock over your clothed pussy. It bumps and nudges against you which in turn makes your clit throb with excitement. You huff quietly and angle your hips low to see if his cock will bump into your clit again.

Taehyung’s cock slips and slides over your cunt, you begin to grow annoyed and reach down to shove your panties down. He eagerly helps you slide them off with the material getting stuck around your ankle. When he goes to spread you open with his fingers, you let out a pained cry and shove at his hand weakly. Your clit and hole were more sore than you thought.

“What is it baby?” He asks with worry etched onto his face.

You shake your head, “Hurts,” you reply softly and move his hand away, “don’t like it, it hurts.”

Taehyung moves his hand away from your cunt, “Won’t touch you there then baby,” he murmurs while kissing your lips as an apology.

You huff quietly and wiggle around with a pissy glare, “And now my back hurts too.” You shove at his chest and grumble, “Off, off.” Taehyung doesn’t budge, instead he lets you roll over on to your side to alleviate the pressure. Your eyes snap over to him when you feel his cock slip between your thighs.

“Shh..gonna use your pretty little thighs sweetheart.” Taehyung whispers as he rolls his hips slowly. You let your head drop back to the pillow with an annoyed huff, his cock occasionally brushes over your clit from where it sits snug against your pussy. Doesn’t hurt but it bothers you.

He quietly moans and pants under his breath while using your thighs to get off. His leaky cock leaves trails of pearly white cum smeared over your thighs and cunt. Some of it even gets your cheeks wet, making the heat you’re feeling more unbearable. “Can’t wait till you’re bigger pretty,” he whispers, “gonna look so good full of our baby.”

His hips snap upwards when he says that, “ ‘s like you were made to be bred,” he growls and reaches down to slip a hand into your dress, fondling and squeezing your tit in his hand, “got such pretty tits, look at ‘em,” he grunts while slapping one, “can’t wait till they’re leaking with milk.”

You shudder in disgust at the thought, you already felt like you weren’t in your own body, him talking about its upcoming changes has you gagging. You choose to ignore anything related to the pregnancy, closing your eyes and trying to block out his words.

“Oh fuck,” he shudders, “gonna always keep you full and swollen—gonna breed you over and over again pretty.” Taehyung rolls his hips faster and faster until he stops with a shaky sigh, cum shooting out in white ropes over you and the sleeping bag. He stays still for a few seconds before pulling his spent cock from between your thighs.

Great, he ruined your sleeping bag.

The air around you is hot despite the season being autumn. You trudge along behind Jungkook while toying with the sleeves of your hoodie which has long been discarded and tied around your waist. Jungkook says it’s only a matter of days before you’re all in Busan. You’re just relieved the gruesome trip is finally coming to an end and you probably won’t have to see them ever again.

Dealing with both Taehyung and Jungkook was slowly starting to work a nerve inside of you. As your pregnancy progressed so did the symptoms that came with it. Your back hurt like a bitch, your tits were sensitive, and your mood swings were very random. Everyday was a challenge with these two they just wouldn’t leave you alone and in peace. Not to mention the thing inside of you, it was the main source of all your headaches and morning sickness.

“There’s a gas station up ahead,” Taehyung points, “let’s head there to take a break, yeah? My fuckin’ feet are killing me.” He groans while adjusting his hold on the rifle in his hands. “And don’t start with me y/n, we all need a fucking break,” he shoots you a warning glance.

You kick a nearby rock and glare back, “I wasn’t going to say anything.” It comes out more snappier than usual, something about today just had every nerve in your body sending you into overdrive.

Taehyung shoots you a look, “You don’t have to, I can already feel you complaining about why we have to stop.” He mutters, “All you’ve done since we left Daegu. Not all of us wanna walk till the fucking sun starts to set.”

You whip around to give him a piece of your mind when Jungkook tugs you over to his side, “Tae,” Jungkook gives him a silent look before he turns his attention to you, “I just wanna rest in peace, so please let’s just keep our thoughts to ourselves and keep it moving. Fighting isn’t gonna get us there faster either.”

“Well maybe picking fights with a pregnant person isn’t so bright either.” You spit out angrily while walking faster.

Taehyung scoffs, “Oh so now you’re pulling the pregnant card? After all this time acting like the baby doesn’t even exist to you, I see you.”

You whip around and stop walking, “Because it doesn’t! This fucking parasite inside of me doesn’t exist to me and it never will. I never wanted it in the first place and now I’m stuck with it in MY body, so maybe that explains why I fuckin’ hate it and don’t talk about it!” You hiss.

The silence is deafening. Jungkook doesn’t seem so shocked you lashed out but Taehyung absolutely looks livid with the way you talked about the baby. You don’t care, if anything you’re smug because at least he knows you hate the thing. “If it were up to me,” you speak lowly, “I would have gotten rid of it the moment I found out.”

And with that you stomp off towards the gas station. “y/n! y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells but Jungkook says something along the lines of ‘let her be’. You huff angrily and throw the door open to the station, it’s dark and dusty as hell in there but you’re too angry to really care. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” You mutter while looking around for something edible, preferably chocolate.

As you’re looking up and down the aisles you hear a quiet thud. You briefly look up with a pinched look, “Probably one of those idiots.” You mutter quietly while going back to looking for candy. The noise gets louder and once again interrupts your search, “What the fuck.” You sigh in annoyance and look over at the backroom.

The door suddenly slams open and a mangled body comes barreling out, screeching loudly while flailing around and knocking things over. Your eyes widen and you drop the candy bar you had in your hands, “Oh shit.” You make a run for the door, head whipping back to see the zombie launch itself from the other side to you, its hands outstretched and swinging wildly.

“Jungkook! Taehyung!” You fall through the door and crawl away desperately as the thing wraps its hand around your ankle to yank you back, “Help me!” You sob and desperately kick at the thing.

Taehyung aims the rifle and shoots without hesitation, it takes at least two shots to keep the thing down. “Fuck are you okay?” Taehyung runs over to pull you up into his arms, “Did it bite you? Are you hurt?” He paws all over and inspects your body for any bites or wounds.

“I-I’m okay.” You quietly whisper and look back at the store, “I-I don’t know if t-there’s more in there.” A tiny sob bubbles up as you hide your face in his chest and grip his shirt tightly.

Taehyung looks over at Jungkook and silently nods, “Hey you’re okay, look at me,” he cups your face, “you’re fine, ‘s nothing we already got rid of it.” He whispers while brushing your hair out of your face. You weakly nod and stay close by while Jungkook checks for any more infected inside of the station.

Taehyung’s practically glued to you after that, and not that you want him close by but in a way he helps calm you down. Jungkook had quickly gathered food and water before the three of you set back out. The walk was silent save for the sounds of birds chirping and crickets hiding in the tall grass. Everything just feels so unreal right now as you still process your near death experience.

“I think we have to go that way,” Jungkook quietly says, “leads to the countryside—you said your parents lived away from the city right?” He says and stops in his tracks to look at you.

“Yeah.” You look at the map in his hands. “If I’m right we only have a good hour to go, farm’s not that far from here. I recognized the road cause my dad used to take me through here whenever we were going into the city.” You say while reading one of the familiar road signs.

Jungkook nods, “Lead the way then.”

The three of you walk through the dirt, passing by big farms and bus stations that definitely make you reminisce. You haven’t been here in so long it feels weird, you would have loved to come when things didn’t hit the fan and everything went into chaos. You can’t hide the anticipation on your face, it was practically eating at you.

Taehyung notices this because he reaches for your hand and holds it tight, “Any closer?”

“Yeah.” Your heart pounds in your chest, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You’re not so sure you’re prepared for what’s about to come. If your parents aren’t there—no, they are, you’re so sure of it. Something tells you they’re fine. You’re so excited you nearly barf.

You come to a stop when the three of you reach the wooden gate entrance, Jungkook is quick to open the latch and push the gate open. “y/n,” Jungkook calls out in surprise because you immediately start heading to the house. You ignore them and their calls, stumbling over your feet as you make your way to your home. Your eyes get watery from the swirl of emotions you’re feeling.

‘I did it.’ You run on to the porch and push the door open, “Mom! Dad! It’s me!” You call out loudly while heading into the living room, “Mom?” You look around frantically. Everything in the house looks untouched, the windows are open as the white curtains flutter with the wind. You feel your heart drop a few times here and there but you’re more excited than anything.

“Mom! Dad!” You head into another room and look around frantically. Nothing is out of place and the house looks well taken care of, so where were your parents? You take a seat on a chair, ignoring the sounds of Jungkook and Taehyung entering the house. Where were they..? You begin to tear up.

You catch a small white envelope sitting in the corner of the table. You reach over and your eyes widen when you see that it was addressed to you. With frantic hands you tear it open and begin reading, eager to find out where your parents could be. As you’re reading Taehyung comes into the room and leans over your shoulder with a curious look. You don’t even reprimand him for reading something that doesn’t concern him.

“..I knew you would come looking for us, it’s in your nature to be stubborn as hell like your mama,” Taehyung reads out loud as Jungkook pauses whatever the hell he was looking at, “we didn’t think you would be content with staying put, and if for whatever reason you find yourself here we’re gone. We’re safe if you must know, we’ve left to a settlement with others where we hopefully can rebuild the life we once had. When you’re ready come to us, you’ve made it this far kiddo I don’t think you’ll have trouble getting to us. For now rest, I assume you’re tired, we left the animals in the barn with food that is most likely gone by now, there’s preserved foods in the bunker below that we’ve been harvesting. Hope to see you soon,” Taehyung finishes.

Your hands shake as you read the date below—you were a week late.

“I guess that’s that.” Jungkook sighs.

“Farm doesn’t look so bad, I think we can run it, don't you think Kook?” Taehyung grins, “We can raise the baby out here without a worry, can even take some horses down to the nearby town when we need to.” He leans down to kiss your neck, “What do you say pretty?..”

Everything hurts—your spine, your back, your feet—you can’t stand it. The baby is bigger and it weighs down on your hips horribly. Some days you pretend it isn’t there but other days are harder given the sheer size of your belly and that thing kicking you.

With an annoyed huff you rip the blankets off of your body and get up with a low pained moan. You support your back with one hand while carefully walking across the wooden floor towards the front door. The cold metal bites into your ankle unforgivingly but you’re used to it already. You thought things would be different here but you guess you were wrong.

“Fuck,” you hiss when the baby kicks you in the rib, “just you fuckin’ wait you little shit,” you mutter while standing on the front porch watching Taehyung and Jungkook tend to the farm around.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and turns to smile at you, “Something wrong sweetheart?” He calls out.

Taehyung shoots you a grin, “Baby already bothering you pretty?” You want to reply ‘been bothering me’ so bad but you hold your tongue. Taehyung’s eyes drop down to the dress you’re wearing as he whistles lowly, “Well don’t you look pretty?” He smirks as he runs his tongue over his lip.

You find yourself staring at them—one day, you’ll find a way to leave even if you have to fight tooth and nail. You suppose the parasite inside of you can come if it’s not already out yet, or hell maybe you’ll leave it with them who knows.

But one thing is for sure: you were leaving one way or another.

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revasserium · 6 months

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Do not tempt me with your tags...

"Looking for Atlantis" (Shinji Moon) and OPLA Sanji? 'intense eyebrow wiggling*

looking for atlantis

opla!sanji; 1,542 words; fluff, aimless fluff, whipped!sanji, no 'y/n', teeth-rotting fluff, plotless fluff

summary: sanji dreamt of the all blue and wakes up to tell you about it

a/n: there's so very little plot in this, just a bunch of simp!sanji. ur welcome.

Sanji has always been a hopeless romantic. He knows it, Luffy knows it, hell, even the stupid swordsman knows it. But he’s never thought of his propensity for love as a weakness, and he’d always know that he’d find the one for him. And then — he’d met you.

And he thinks he’ll never get tired of this, of the feeling of waking up next to you, of opening his eyes to find you still there, curled up next to him, the splay of your hair across his pillows like spilled ink — something gorgeous and poetic. And like this, he thinks he just might be invincible — trailing soft fingers along the dip of your waist, just to trace your outlines, to memorize the shape and size and weight of you in his bed.

“Morning…” you turn with a sleepy grin, and Sanji thinks himself a gone, gone man.

“Morning, my love,” he whispers, leaning in to ghost his lips against your shoulder. How he wishes he could sink into the butter and milk of your skin, to bask in the warmth of your steady, cadenced breaths, to drown himself in the low, lulling waves of your voice when you laugh, rubbing at your eyes and sighing as you bury your face in his chest.

“Aren’t you gonna go make breakfast?”

Sanji hums as he drops another affectionate kiss into your hair.

“No. Not today.”

“Hm? Why not?”

“They’ve got leftovers.”

You peer up at him over the crumpled covers.

“Lazy,” you accuse, though there’s nothing hard or harsh about the tenor of your voice. He rolls his eyes, nodding as he slumps back down and pulls you into him.

“Sure, whatever you wanna call it.”

The silence stretches gossamer thin, glistening in the early morning light.

“Did you have nice dreams?” you ask.

Sanji grins, nosing into your cheek, ghosting his lips along the soft bend of your cheek till he finds your mouth. He contents himself with kissing you, with swallowing passed your tiny little sigh of contentment, with licking into the warm heat of the roof of your mouth, with pulling back to find you flushed and breathless beneath him.

“The best,” he says, laughing as he lays down beside you again.

“What about?”

“I dreamt… that I found the All Blue.”

“Oh, you did? What was it like?”

Sanji takes a breath, grinning as he pillows his head on an arm, the other wrapped around your shoulders as you shift to lay your cheek on his chest.

“It was… everything that I’ve ever dreamed of — all those fish, all those rare, unknown seagrasses and seaweeds…” Sanji lets out a long, indulgent sigh, tracing abstract symbols into your skin.

“So, what did you make?”

“Make?”

“Yeah — like… food.”

Sanji chuckles, glancing down towards you.

“I… can’t really remember… I think in the dream, I was so excited about showing you… that I didn’t really get to make anything before I woke up.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Okay, so tell me now.”

“What… about what I’d make with all the stuff I found in the All Blue of my dreams?”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him.

And when he glances down to meet your eyes, Sanji feels strange tugging just behind his navel, like a fish caught on an unsuspecting hook, or perhaps his body pulling him towards where he was always meant to go.

“Alright then…” he grins, sinking deeper into the welcoming warmth of the bedsheets, basking in the soft hsk-hsk of linen on linen. There’s a thick strip of lemon-meringue sunlight creeping into the room from the far window and the world tastes like candy floss on his tongue —

“I’d make all your favorites, except better — that miso cod you like so much? I’d make it with the All Blue Island Cod and miso made of soybeans fermented in blue seasalt.”

“Mm…” you hum, leaning in to trail your lips along the line of his jaw, making his mind go fuzzy, “that sounds good.”

“Doesn’t it?” Sanji asks, groaning, letting his head tip back. And for a while, you lose yourselves in the silk and shiver of each other, of half-taken breaths and half-drowned kisses. Of half-formed thoughts and half-tasted forevers. Because this is as much a drought as it is a drowning — and Sanji’s never been so parched or so bloated all at once. He is overflowing and yet, he’s never been so, so thirsty.

Sanji finds himself pinned beneath you, your thighs on either side of his hips, your hair tickling the bare skin of his shoulders, and he thinks to himself that he’s always known heaven was a place on earth. That he’d always been so in love with the thought of chasing the impossible, of chasing the shadow of a dream that the first time you kissed him, he almost didn’t believe it.

But then, you’d pulled back, and he remembers tasting the ocean in the dip of your cupid’s bow.

And he knew then, like he knows now, that there are no such thing as impossible places. No such thing as unachievable dreams.

“What else?” you ask, your palms pressing flat to his chest as he grins and slumps back, his head digging into the pillows.

“I — I dunno… hard to think when you’re being so distracting,” he admits.

Outside, a tangerine sun rises high above the horizon line and the sounds of the rest of the crew getting up thunk and echo around the ship. You look up, away from him, and Sanji feels the loss so intimately, he fears he might shatter.

“Hey…” he reaches up to tug your chin back down towards him, to catch your lips in his, to sink his teeth into the plush of your bottom lip just to swallow around the shape of your sigh, the texture of your gasp.

“Meanie,” you murmur, pulling away, though he’s still close enough to taste the grin on your lips.

“Oh… c’mon sweetheart… you know you like it, hm?”

You stare down at him with the entire sky dawning behind your eyes, and Sanji knows himself a lost man. You groan and let your face fall into the crook between his neck and his shoulders, burrowing in.

“Stay in bed with me… just a little bit longer.”

Sanji sighs, curling around you, like a cupped palm of shore around a glittering sea.

“I can never say no to you, can I?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You’d better not.”

Sanji hums, wrapping you in his arms and placing another sweet kiss into your hairline.

“You never told me what you dreamt of last night,” he says.

And there’s a moment of quiet, a lacuna of silence that pools around you both. Then, you look up, your lashes fluttering, tugging the strings of his heart into something like a symphony.

“I dreamt about a sunrise over the All Blue… and about breakfast, and lunch, and dinner and dessert — I dreamt about all the things you might make once we find it. But mostly… I dreamt about you. That… you were smiling, and happy and so, so excited.”

Sanji feels his throat catch, his lungs seize.

There’s a moth-wing flutter of something in his chest that he’d once upon a time thought was his heart but now… he wonders if it isn’t the flicker of fish-tails or the flash of moonbeam scales.

“I love you,” Sanji hears himself say — and it’s not the first time he’s said it but it is the first time he’s said it like this — like he can’t help but to say it, like it’s the only thing left to say in the world.

You giggle, leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you too,” you say.

Sanji shakes his head, leans down to take both your cheeks in his palms, pressing your foreheads together.

“No, I don’t think you understand — I am so in love with you… I think it might actually drive me mad.”

Your smile never fades, never even falters, “I know… but says who that we weren’t just mad to begin with? And… I think I’d have to be at least a little crazy to fall in love with you.”

Sanji nods, smiling as he leans down for one more kiss, a lingering brush of lips on lips, a light, unhurried, indulgent thing.

“I like a bit of crazy,” he says, shifting to lie back down next to you, even as Luffy’s laughter rings in from outside and the ship rocks with the weight of the anchor being raised.

“So, no cooking today?” you ask, grinning as you snuggle in, letting your eyes fall shut once more.

Sanji shakes his head, “Nope. Leftovers.”

You laugh, “I love leftovers.”

Sanji hums, his own eyes drawing closed, “Yeah… so do I.”

And within minutes, you’re both asleep again, bodies bent around each other, breathing in sync, minds drifting off towards dreams, and dreams, and dreams.

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dreamskug · 9 days

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[ SUBJECT INTERVIEW: ÍVARR ]

NICKNAME:

NOT "Gramps". Not for you, anyway. Just my name.

GENDER:

Male.

STAR SIGN:

Why, checking if we’d match? Hah. Was told I’m a Scorpio. 'That check out?

HEIGHT:

With platforms or without?

ORIENTATION:

If we vibe, nothing else matters. An incubus with neat taste in personalities, I guess.

NATIONALITY / ETHNICITY:

So, some Scandinavian blood in me - half, actually. Can speak the language, too - 'least something neat daddy gave me, not that the fucker's outdone himself in parenting. Mom’s an American, born in Badlands. Ever heard of her clan? Messed with witchcraft a lot, and summoning even more. Know what I’m getting at? A perfect fuckin' match, weren't they?

FAVE FRUIT:

- Yeah no. Don't even start with anything citrus. Especially don't peel this shit in front of me, alright? Nasty shit. [Interviewer]: - Just wondering, how do you feel about cardboard boxes? [Ívarr] : - Ain't purring for you, man. But nice one.

FAVE SEASON:

Fuck summer. You ever felt what's that like - the real winter nights? Pitch fuckin' dark - quiet so thick you hear the snow falling. First time I saw those snowflakes as a kid - can swear I thought they were bees.

FAVE FLOWER:

Cherry blossoms? The fuck I know, man. Ask my mainline, I grab whatever he likes.

FAVE SCENT:

Expecting me to be like - "Muahaha, the smell of fear"? Seriously, it's apparently a pheromone released in your sweat or some shit. C'mon I'm joking, it isn't my fav - keeps stinking up this damn city. Alright, a freshly baked cake is something I'd kill for.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

Yeah coffee I guess? Rich, strong, black, with a splash of something fun, make it whiskey.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

Woke up just yesterday 'cause my mainline was pulling back my eyelid, imagine? Scared the fuck out of him, no seriously, can sleep through a fuckin' bomb and I'm not joking. Average hours - a shitton honestly? That's how I got my very first cat - Dad got enough of me breaking down every single morning, cause fuck mornings. And he'd be like - this is Snowy, she's gonna live with us and she already had her breakfast, so get the fuck up. How'd I argue with Snowy? You don't mess with Snowy.

DOG OR CAT PERSON:

See? Check it out - cat fur. Here too. I'm claimed, man - gave up cleaning it up a long time ago. Not to be dramatic, but if there's anything human in me left - it's for them. Fur kids, all mine, what can I say. Two of them adopted - and you bet each of them has a bigger personality than an average gonk.

DREAM TRIP:

Dream trip, jeez... Somewhere not fucking hot?

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER:

Balrog has style, y'know? Gotta be honest, I feel for the dude. Imagine yourself sleeping deep within the mountains for thousands of years to get awoken by a bunch of motherfuckers? I'd go nuclear too. And this one too, ehh you know GoT? The Targaryen, her, yeah. Burn them all, girl. Boss move.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH:

Man, your questions. I dunno, a half? With my ass covered, or not at all. Bed king sized, lights out, make it pitch black with the window open and you got me passed out.

RANDOM FACT:

One doesn't have to actually summon a demon to get them to come play, d'you know? There's one watching you through my eyes right fuckin' now. Should I introduce him?

Late to the party, but I remember many of y'all have more than one OC or just created new pixel babies that haven't participated yet, so I'm tagging (with no pressure):

@therealnightcity @wraithsoutlaws @sammysilverdyne @theviridianbunny @th3irin

@a-pirate @chessalein @halkuonn @luvwich @shimmer-like-agirl

@kdval @cybersteal @cyberholic77 @chevvy-yates @morganlefaye79

@anxious--ace @mhbcaps @wormskul @silver-samurai @androgymess

@winkyblinkyandstew @astarionhistears @valsilverhand @drunkchasind @themermaidriot

@pinkyjulien @skelior @medtech-mara @lokiina @timaeusterrored

@tokyofuturnoir @aggravateddurian @sifofasgard @elfjpeg @aurorartz

@lucky38-2077 @dustymagpie @gloryride @stannussy and anyone else who wants to! Also pls DM me if you don't wanna get tagged🖤

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whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

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At least I got you in my head (prologue)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

A/N: The title is from Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko, because my motto is if I had to suffer Abby has to suffer too. I also have literally no idea where this is going, but the idea got stuck and I needed to write something. 🙃

Jessica here is Jessica from Jessica Jones. (actually all characters here are fictional women I have a crush on, no name is random)

"Listen, I have a friend, she is looking for a roommate right now." Nora said as she drank her sweet coffee you really wanted to steal after she listened to your complaining. "It's super close to the campus."

"I've seen a porn starting exactly like this."

"I wouldn't call Sherlock Holmes porn." Nora shot back and you rolled your eyes. "Do you want her number or not?"

"Is she, you know?.."

"Painfully straight. Don't worry, you won't end up looking for a place because you decided to date your roommate."

"Okay, yeah, give me her number."

Okay, Jessica wasn't.. that bad. It was cute in the beginning, you two hit it off immediately, her sarcasm bounced off your wittiness perfectly. You liked how cool and un-fucking-bothered she was, she liked you because you were a little shit. You two had so much tension it was bound to explode one day, and it did: you got drunk at home, played some have i never and then fucked for two days straight. Jess was cool, and Jess really didn't like to give any kind of clarity on where you stood even when you asked her to her face. She'd just say she liked you and that was it, and even though it really pissed you off, you didn't press further - Jess was cool, but she wasn't sweet enough to fall in love with. It was getting annoying as she grew more territorial about you, always putting her arms around you in public, which was cute until she started asking about Nora and getting angry when you were with her.

That was when you decided to tap out and move out - the red flag was fucking screaming in your face. You quickly informed Jessica about it, to which she just flipped you, and you left, not dealing with her shit. And now you were homeless, and the term was starting and you really didn't want any drama.

So a painfully straight girl would be fucking perfect for a roommate.

to: potential roommate

Hi! I'm (y/n), Nora gave me your number

She said you're looking for a roommate?

from: potential roommate

Hi! I am

Do you smoke?

to: potential roommate

from: potential roommate

That's the address

If you can, come tomorrow after six

to: potential roommate

The place was actually close to the campus and not "beautiful place to have peaceful study sessions. 20 minutes by public transport". You weren't sure if you'd be able to afford it, but it was worth a try anyway, you were tired of sleeping on your friends' couches. The apartment building was on a quiet street, but you knew that this street had a bunch of bars where students spent their time.

It was another win, and it made you want to afford this place even more. You reread the message and got up to apartment 42.

You rang the bell and waited for the girl to open the door.

And then she did.

And then you died.

Tall, muscular, shoulders and arms so defined you felt your mouth going slack. She had freckles on her face, pretty blue eyes with long lashes, stubborn mouth and a long braid.

Oh no fucking way this absolute lesbian wet dream was straight. Nora set you the fuck up here, you were sure of it.

"Hi, I'm Abby. You're (y/n)?" She said in a nice melodic voice that had just an edge of something dark and warm, and you woke up.

"Yeah." You squealed, still so shocked and so attracted to her it was getting painful.

She was painfully straight? Well, you were painfully gay for her right now.

"Cool, come in."

Oh god.

She had the ass. Oh what a good day to be a lesbian, you thought, but you politely looked away, feeling like a creep for staring at her.

It gave you time to look around: the place wasn't too big, but it was cosy and clean, clearly looked after. That was a good sign - Jess was tidy, but she smoked and the whole place just stank of it, her cigarette buds were everywhere. Abby seemed sporty, probably obsessed with her food, but you didn't mind.

"Do you play sports?"

"MMA."

Oh for fuck's sake, you groaned inside. How could she be so stereotypically gay and be straight? Well, of course she could, looks and hobbies weren't indicators of someone's sexuality, but it was pretty fucking ironic to you.

The kitchen was small and tidy, everything in its place and a cute towel hanging from the oven handle. It gave you a 1950s housewife vibe, but it was cute. The living room was more chaotic, pillows and blankets everywhere: on the couch, on the floor, behind the couch (???), big tv and playstation next to the wall with a bunch of games next to them. Likes games, you noted, really feeling like a Sherlock Holmes and laughing at yourself for comparing your basic observation to the fictional genius.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to figure out this mess." Abby said and rubbed her neck and you had to clench your fists to stop feeling so attracted to her.

"It's cosy, not a mess." You chuckled. "My previous roommate left bottles instead of pillows."

"God." Abby scrunched her nose in disgust. "Okay, so there's two bedrooms, one is mine and the other one can be yours and if you promise to pay rent on time and not leave your laundry in the washing machine."

"Yeah, that won't be a problem.” You hesitated before speaking up, but you needed her to know you weren’t straight. “I'm a lesbian, by the way. Just in case you have a problem with it."

"Oh, I don't, it's totally cool." Abby smiled and you smiled back, relieved. Sometimes straight girls got wrong ideas and you wanted to get it out of the way now. You could deal with how attractive Abby was, but could she deal with you finding her attractive - that was a different question.

You talked about the price for the place, which wasn't too high, but you might want to find more students to tutor if you wanted to not worry about splitting your budget too much.

You left Abby’s place feeling relieved - you got a place to live in a good location and a roommate who, yeah, was super attractive, but she was straight, and that meant no relationship drama.

Fuck you, Jess - you thought as you made your way to Cait’s place - I won’t fall for the girl this time.

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #aligyimh

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diazsdimples · 14 days

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Buck/Eddie - “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

You got it boss 🫡

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" Eddie does his best not to whine as he pokes Buck in the side, but it's getting increasingly more difficult. He's been awake for 5 whole minutes, on his birthday, and Buck still has not kissed him! "Eds," Buck groans, his voice muffled as he lies face first in his pillow. "It's the middle of the damn night." "But it's my birthday," Eddie says as he shakes Buck's arm, trying to rouse his unacceptably sleepy boyfriend. "And it's not the middle of the night, it's 7am." "Exactly, the middle of the night," Buck reiterates as he pushes himself onto his elbows. His hair is rumpled and sticking up at odd ends, making him look a little like he's just stuck his finger in an electric socket, and his cheeks are pink and rosy from sleep. Eddie can wholeheartedly say Buck has never been cuter than he is right now. "What kind of weirdo wakes up at 7am on their birthday anyway. You're meant to sleep in." Eddie huffs and flops back against his pillows, resigning himself to the horrible fate of not receiving birthday kisses. "Maybe I woke up because I was excited to have a fun day." "We will have a fun day," Buck yawns. He rolls onto his side, facing Eddie, and stretches out his arm to draw small circles onto Eddie's ribs. Eddie used to be extremely ticklish before he met Buck, and it had taken a lot of training before Buck could even touch his sides without Eddie bursting out into giggles and batting his hands away. Now, it just feels... nice. Comforting, even. Buck touching him will always make him feel safe. "Just let me sleep for a little longer and I promise I'll give you all the kisses in the world." Eddie shifts so he's on his side too. "You promise?" he asks, taking Buck's hand and lacing their fingers together. Buck squeezes gently as he rubs his thumb over Eddie's knuckles. "I promise," he confirms. "Just give me another hour." Eddie's lucky it's only an hour, on their days off Buck usually won't surface until 10am and it takes an extra hour on top of that - assuming he gets his coffee on time - to be up for human interaction. "Okay," Eddie agrees. "One more hour." Buck smiles, soft and gentle, just like the morning sun, and rolls back onto his stomach, bunching up his pillow once again. "Thanks, Eds." An hour isn't too long. Eddie can wait an hour. If he closes his eyes and employs one of the relaxation techniques he learnt in therapy, he might even manage to get back to sleep. Although... "Hey Buck?" Buck stirs and opens one eye, looking at Eddie blearily through his eyelashes. Fuck, he really is the cutest thing alive. "Yeah baby?" "You still haven't kissed me yet."

Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!

Also tagging @theotherbuckley cause she wanted to be tagged sdkfjskdf

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 06

"We've already slept together. I figured it might be nice to enjoy the honeymoon phase." "You probably can't tell but I'm swooning."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @alalalaaallaaalaaa @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime

(Please let me know if you want to be included in the list above!)

SATURDAY, 2:00PM

When Clyde woke up, his arm was trapped. He tried to pull it from underneath y/n's hold but she had a death lock on his right arm as he spooned her from behind. He could feel how flushed his face was just realizing how close they were. He didn't have time to be embarrassed though because she turned over to face him, eyes still closed and burying herself into his chest. His arm was free now but he decided to put it around her body instead of use it for himself.

She was still very much asleep as he pulled her tighter to his chest, enjoying the feeling of her holding onto him. He closed his eyes, trying to will himself back to sleep but the loud banging at the door startled the both of them to jump out of the bed. Y/n reached over and grabbed Clyde's aid and handed it to him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Remind me to kick Johnny in the back of his knee later." She groaned rolling out of the bed to find her jeans. Clyde ran a hand through his hair and unlocked the door.

"Dude! Why did you lock the...no fucking way!" Johnny put his hand up for a high five and Clyde shook his head at him.

"Is there a reason you're busting the door down so early?" Clyde rubbed his eyes as Johnny pushed past him and gave y/n a cute wave.

"Dude it's 2PM. We were supposed to meet Dave at the shop to get the bass restrung for tonight. Didn't mean to break up your little love fest." Johnny teased.

"Give us a minute and we'll meet you at the van." Clyde held the door open for Johnny who seemed stunned to be getting kicked out. He put his hands up in defeat. Y/n still had Clyde's shirt on as she pulled her hair up in a messy knot atop her head.

"Good morning...or afternoon I guess." Clyde smirked.

"It was. How did you sleep?" Y/n asked Clyde reaching into her bag to find a black tank she normally wore under her jacket.

"Surprisingly well. How about you?" Clyde moved towards the small refrigerator and grabbed a small bottle of orange juice which he smelled before putting to his lips.

"Honestly, it was really nice. It was good to be able to sleep not listening to my roommate snoring or rain machine for a change." Y/n turned away from Clyde and pulled the shirt over her head to pull on her tank. Clyde tried not to choke on his juice catching a glimpse of her naked back.

"So I can drop them off first and then take you home. If we take them, they'll only be more annoying and I refuse to give them that satisfaction." Clyde laid out the plan offering his juice to y/n now that she was dressed.

"That's fine. I think my roommate shouldn't have a problem with me coming home now." Y/n followed Clyde out of his apartment watching as he didn't even bother locking the door. The guys were already hanging around the van waiting on them.

"You better had fixed my steering wheel you fuckers." Clyde pointed at Johnny with his keys dangling in his hand. Everyone loaded up in the van and Clyde waited for y/n to put on a seatbelt which he didn't bother doing when they originally got into the van.

"Can you idiots maintain until I get back? I want to drop her off. I won't be too long." Clyde explained instantly receiving a bunch of teasing. Y/n shook her head and looked at Clyde who was blushing.

"Do you not hang out with women at all or something? Your friends seem to think you're inept at being charming." Y/n joked as Clyde pulled away from the music shop.

"The majority of the women who come back to our place are just band hopping. It's out of the ordinary that anyone is there with me exclusively." Clyde explained.

"Oh so you think I was there for you exclusively? Someone thinks awfully high of themselves." Y/n teased pointing at the next street over for him to turn.

"My mistake. Was it because you wanted to take a ride in my sweet van? Maybe it was the subpar burger and fries?" Clyde knew that Y/n enjoyed his company. She had told him so herself but the thought did linger in the back of his mind that maybe she was just hanging out because it was convenient.

"This is me up here." Y/n pulled him from his thoughts to pull into an apartment complex. He looked around for an open space and parked.

"So...any plans this weekend?" He asked with a smile. Y/n laughed taking her seatbelt off and turning her body towards him.

"Why? You wanna hang out with me again already? I haven't even left the van yet." Y/n teased Clyde but he shook his head.

"We've already slept together.I figured it might be nice to enjoy the honeymoon phase." Clyde smiled a toothy grin making Y/n laugh.

"You probably can't tell but I'm swooning." Clyde wanted her to stay. He wanted more time with her. He wanted her to want to stay. He just didn't know how to go about asking without sounding like he had literally fallen in love over night. I mean he hadn't..he just really really wanted to be in her presence.

"I don't really have any plans but I probably need to make sure my roommate wasn't murdered by her lady of the night." Y/n opened the door and Clyde wasn't sure what to say.

"Y/N!" They both jumped hearing someone scream her name.

"What the hell?" Clyde tried to look at where the screaming was coming from.

"Oh that's my roommate." Y/n hopped out of the car and shut the door as she looked up to the balcony three floors up.

"Hey! I was just coming up to check on you." Y/n said seeing her roommate in her familiar robe, very flushed.

"Yeah about that. I'm going to need you to do me a HUGE solid." Clyde had gotten out of the car and stood next to her.

"Who's that? I thought you just got a really weird Uber ride." Her roommate pointed to him.

"I'm Clyde..." He waved up at her.

"Hi Clyde, thank you for not murdering my roommate." Y/n shook her head and interrupted her.

"What is going on? Why are you screaming for me from the balcony?" Y/n asked watching her roommate glance over her shoulder.

"Listen I love you, you know this but this girl is my dream girl and she's agreed to stay for the long weekend. She knows I have a roommate but I told her you were on vacation on the East coast." Y/n was so confused as to why she would say the East coast. She's never even been to the East coast.

"Well news flash, I don't know anyone on the East coast and you know I can't stay with my dad unless he's in bad condition so what do you want me to do exactly?" Y/n threw her arms in the air annoyed.

"Clyde's a good guy, aren't you? Can you stay with Clyde for the rest of the weekend?" Y/n felt heat on her face from the imposition her roommate just threw on someone she has literally known for 24 hours.

"Dude no! You cant just-"

"I mean she's more than- you're more than welcome to crash at my apartment. I don't mind at all." Clyde cut y/n off and she stared at him. He was far too sweet for his own good.

"See Clyde doesn't mind. Clyde wants you to stay. Please just do this for me. I will owe you one. PLEASE!" Y/n chewed on her lip looking from her roommate towards Clyde.

"Are you sure? I mean you don't have to say yes to her just because she's being a complete ass." Y/n lowered her voice and Clyde smiled.

"I told you, honeymoon phase. It's cool, I promise." He nudged her arm and Y/n looked back up.

"You're the worst, you know that?" Y/n gave her roommate the middle finger. Her roommate blew kisses to her thanking her and Clyde as quietly as possible.

"Here, I threw a few things in the bag just in case. Some clothes phone charger, underwear, deodorant-" She tossed the bag down at the two of them and Clyde caught it as a few of the contents started to spill out, a box of condoms hit his foot.

"Oh wow." Clyde reached for them to put them back in the bag.

"DUDE! What the fuck!?" Y/n yelled but her roommate had already run back into the apartment. Y/n covered her face shaking her head. Clyde kept his thoughts to himself and smirked as they walked back to the van together. Clyde had never been so happy for two lesbians spending a long weekend together. Now all he had to do was not screw things up in the next few days.

#electrick children #Clyde x y/n #Clyde #rory culkin #One Long Weekend Series #One Shot Series #y/n fics #6/18

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2am (eddie munson)

summary: finishing work late sucks, but it's nice to come home to eddie

a/n: this is so completely self indulgent because i did the late shift at work again and if i ever have to set foot in that bar again i will cry. which is tomorrow, because sadly i have to work for a living enjoy.

tags: @megmeg-chan @sunflowersturn @karasong

It was just after 2AM when you finally got home.

Your shoulders and limbs were heavy with tiredness as you dragged yourself through the front door, holding your breath in an attempt to keep quiet. The trailer had thin fucking walls and Eddie Munson, not unlike a child, would not have gone back to sleep if you woke him up. Save for the times when you were physically in bed beside him, he had a wicked creative mind that would snap into the action the second he rose. There had been many nights were he would leap out of bed at 3,4,5AM, just because he'd had a semi-decent idea for a song, or a new D&D campaign. You could see that had been the case tonight; there was a bunch of crumpled up paper on the dining room table, with pens strewn on the floor and lots of scribbled out verses.

It was almost like a physical trail to Eddie. One Reebok, then another, and then his denim jacket, a bandana and eventually, a pair of jeans half on the floor and half on the bed. He was dead to the world, duvet pulled up to his chin and one arm flipped out on the mattress where you should have been. You felt a pang of guilt at that - of course, he had no ill will towards you for having to work the late shifts that week, but Eddie was a clingy little (six foot) fuck and he hated sleeping without you. With Wayne working upstate for a few months, you'd moved in to the trailer to fill in the gap; that meant you hadn't spent a night apart in forever.

Peeling off your clothes, you reached across to his desk chair and yanked a t-shirt from the pile on there. It was semi-clean; it smelt mostly of him and a little of laundry detergent. You shimmied it over your head and kicked off your jeans, softly pulling the covers back and slipping into bed beside Eddie. He instantly reached out for you; one gangly arm around your waist, a hand reaching up to cup your head and pull your head into the crook of his neck. All the tension in your body melted away - tonight had been a lot. It was endless streams of rude customers and machine malfunctions and stress head managers. You knew it was bad to let your job stress become too much but weren't you supposed to make a living?

"You're home," Eddie murmured, voice slightly muffled by your shoulder.

"Sorry if I woke you," you replied.

"Mm, it's okay, I was trying to stay awake til you came in," he said. He glanced over to the clock on the nightstand, brow furrowing. "It's late. Like...really late. Did you only just get in?"

"Yeah," you said, trying to hide the defeat in your voice. "It's been a long night."

"That's like the third night in a row they've made you stay late," he pouted. "Are you sure they're not overworking you?"

His large hands moved down your body, callous thumbs ghosting over your arms, sides and then hips. They settled there, rubbing soft circles over your skin as he held your gaze. Eddie had this innate need to look out for you - like if anything was wrong, he had to fix it. He knew it wasn't always possible, but that didn't stop him from being concerned. It was hard for him to fully get the stress of full time work; he'd gone straight from high school into community college, but he could empathise with your tiredness. He could feel it in your bones, and the way you clung onto him, craving something soft after a shitty, long shift.

"Of course they're overworking me," you couldn't help but feign a laugh. "It's okay though. It's just for now."

Eddie's brow furrowed. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Afraid not, Eds," you murmured. Your eyes met again, though you did try to avoid his gaze for a second - those sad puppy dog eyes of his were surely the thing that would beat capitalism. "Just...keep being here when I get home, yeah?"

"I will stay in this bed forever if it makes you happy."

Eddie pulled the covers further up over you, hands gently rubbing up and down your bare arms in an attempt to warm you up. The heating in the trailer was pretty shit; it was annoying at times but also a blessing in disguise, because he did not like to let go of you at night. It was sort of a comfort thing, knowing that you were always there. That only made you feel worse about all these stupid night shifts.

"Staying here forever sounds nice," you hummed. "I'm sorry I've been away so much lately. Even more sorry that all I do is complain about work-"

"- hey, don't be silly," he cut you off. "You're working your ass off, baby. I'm really proud of you."

"It'll be worth it, I hope," you said. "I know we're young and dumb, but maybe I'll get promoted one day. And we can use the money I'm saving for...for whatever we want."

It was hard to say at that point. You and Eddie had been together for the better part of three years, but all your conversations about the future had been pretty loose. Your early twenties were a whacky time, after all: you were too old to be a clueless about the future but too young to be sure about it. It was like this time was specifically given to you to just...be for a while. To move on from the weird world of high school and find yourself, before taking that new-found discovery and trying to make something of it.

That had pretty much been the last two years for you and Eddie. It felt like the older you got and the better you came to know yourself, the more intertwined you both became. Instead of growing apart and getting fed up like a lot of couples your age did, you just got closer. So maybe you weren't set on what you were doing - kids, family, houses, whatever the fuck else suburban hell had in store - but you were certain on who you were doing it with.

"That sounds perfect," Eddie gave you a soft smile. "Until then, you need to get some sleep."

It was easy enough for him to say, because Eddie Munson was exactly the kind of guy who considered napping to be a hobby. He seriously had sleeping down to an art; in bed, in the the bath, in his van. He used up so much energy being a golden fucking retriever every other second of the day that power naps were the key to his survival.

"Sounds like a solid plan," you sleepily murmured. "I love you."

"I love you too."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things fan fic #stranger things reader insert #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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the-doctor-3000 · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 {The Witcher x F!Reader}

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (pt. 1)

The chirping of birds woke the nineteen-year-old y/n up. She cracked her eyes open, having a difficulty to do so due to the light of the sun, and found herself laying in a forest. She sat up slowly, clenching the pendant that was hanging around her neck tightly and looked around in sheer confusion.

How did she even end up here? She was on a mission with her siblings. Knowing that it didn't include the woods. She quickly searched around for her stuff. She had her seraph blade, her stele was on her jacket's pocket along with a sensor and her witchlight stone. She stood up on her feet with a small stumble and continued to look at her surroundings confused.

The air was clearer, deprived of pollution. It was nice but scary too.

Where was she? Had she been teleported there and how?

Not expecting to get any answers from just standing there and staring, she walked her way out of the forest. Or at least tried to. No sign of a city but a small village. Too medieval-like for her own liking.

Hopefully the mundanes were just filming a movie with that theme. As she approached, her nostrils picked up some unpleasant smells which caused her to gag in disgust.

It smelled worse than a farm or litter boxes. She had been to villages before but none of them smelled like that.

She went pass a few locals, all of them dressed in medieval styled peasant clothing, and some gave her some odd looks while others minded their own business. Y/n's brows furrowed. She looked around, expecting to see some cameramen filming the entire thing or the staff.

She saw none.

What she did see was a cart, drawn by two piebald mares. She tilted her head to the side as she cautiously followed and examined the people on it.

Three. The driver. Nothing too unusual for the theme of the movie - if it was a movie; he was wearing sheepskin over his bare skin and his hair reached his brows. Next to him sat another man; that one was slim, he was wearing a fancy bonnet with a heron's feather decorating it. She noticed that he was holding a lute. A troubadour, she mentally noted.

Her eyes trailed to the man next to him. He was skinny, unhealthy pale and had milky loose hair. What she could make of his appearance from the far back was that he was a warrior of sorts.

She didn't know what but there was something about that man that piqued her interest. If her brothers were there they would be able to restrain her from going off to satisfy her curiosity. Her sister, though, would go along with her.

The white haired male spoke to the driver and he brought the horses to a halt. Y/n didn't know why but she felt like the white haired man could tell that she was following them.

Her suspicion was confirmed as he jumped out of the cart, daggers on each side and a steel sword on the back, and approached her.

She came to a halt as she gasped instinctively. His face. She had seen worse but there was something unsettling about him. His eyes were frightening and cat-like and there was something about him. . . Cold and threatening.

Her fingers tried to reach for her blades but he spoke. "Why are you following us?"

His voice was just as unsettling as the rest of his appearance. It was very unpleasant and hoarse. Y/n never had encountered anyone like him. She had seen things and yet this man made her feel afraid.

Why? She had killed demons, a man with a disturbing appearance should be nothing compared to her previous encounters.

He asked her again. More demanding but still calm. "Well?"

She flinched but finally found her voice. "I am sorry." She apologised and thought that the truth would be the best answer. "I am new around. . . . here and you three looked like an interesting bunch. Would it, ah, be alright to tag along until I find a way back?"

He seemed to think about it. His inhuman eyes stared into hers as if he were examining her. "Where are you from?"

"Manhattan, New York."

He arched a white brow. "Come again? Is this a new kind of joke?"

"Why would---? Listen, if you don't know where it is then just say so." She said, irritation building its way to her chest. "Don't have to act as if it doesn't exist."

"That's because it doesn't. Never heard of such place."

The seriousness in his tone made it difficult for y/n to tell whether he was messing with her or not. She crossed her arms over her torso, trying to keep a straight face and mask her worry. "Then where exactly am I?"

"Near Lower Posada, Dol Blathanna."

She barked a laugh. "Okay okay! That's creative but, for real, where am I?"

"Do I look like someone who is joking?"

Her hair went up like wires and a chill went down her spine. She croaked nervously, "Probably not."

There was a long silence between. The man's travelling companions were observing this interraction from afar, seeming quite interested to see how this would evolve. The bard was the most intrigued by it out of the two. Y/n avoided making eye contact with the man standing in front of her, her gaze was fixated on the medallion around his neck. It was made out of silver and had the shape of a wolf's head.

The longer she thought about it the more scared she became that maybe she was indeed in another universe and/or time period. Everything looked far too real, they smelled like it too, to be just a film production and the actors decided to mess with her.

Then it hit her. How could he, a mundane, see her? The glamour should have made it impossible unless, of course, he wasn't human himself but he didn't look like any of the Downworlders she had known of. The only distinct feature about him which only fit the warlocks' was his eyes, which were cat-like, but she could tell that he wasn't one. Mostly due to the fact that he was carrying weapons and, as far as she knew, warlocks needn't any of those. Not when they had their magic.

She gathered up some courage and spoke, "Do you---" She cut herself, thinking carefully of her next words and tried to make eye contact without flinching. Her mother and father always told her to stare someone in the eyes when speaking or else it would make her seem like a fool. "Is it alright to stay with you until I figure a way to return to my home? I promise that I won't get in the way of whatever it is that you are doing."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "And what is that you think I'm doing?"

Y/n shrugged. "Don't know and don't care. It's not my business either way as long as you don't cause any trouble that is."

"Hm."

He just hummed. No comment or any reply, just a hum. Y/n didn't know what to make of that guy but she followed him when he nodded for her to do so. They went to the cart and there was yet again an uneasy silence.

"I'm y/n Lightwood, by the way." She introduced herself to him, with a smile, hoping to at least learn his name. When he didn't respond, she quickly added. "Sorry if I crossed over any boundaries. It's just that people usually tell their names when they make an acquaintance." No response still. "So, ah, what's your name?"

"Geralt of Rivia."

"Geralt of Rivia." She tested his name, mispronouncing it completely, sounding like 'Jerald'. She noticed from the corner of her eye, his scarred eye twitching a little.

At least she got a reaction.

Not wanting to make things worse, she decided not to speak any further. When they reached the cart, the troubadour was the first one to acknowledge her.

"Ah! And who is your feminine friend, Geralt?" The bard asked, his cornflower blue eyes though were fixated on her.

He seemed pleasant, he looked like it too. His attitude so far was also friendly. She gave him a small smile, "I'm y/n. Y/n Lightwood."

As Geralt climbed on the cart, the bard hopped out. He took her hand and gingerly planted a kiss on the back of. "Charmed. I am Master Dandilion! A poet, a minstrel and a bard."

She chuckled, her cheeks flushing red a little. "Yeah, I got that. The lute gave it away."

"Would you be interested in hearing one of my ballads, my fair lady?"

An exasperated groan came from Geralt. Y/n was yet again curious but also bored.

"Music is the perfect way to pass the time while driving, so yeah!" She said with a warm smile gracing her features.

Dandilion beamed with joy.

She climbed the cart, Dandilion followed, and she was inbetween him and Geralt. The driver did not question her and continued. Y/n continued paying attention to Dandilion, too scared or uncomfortable to look at Geralt.

Disclaimer: I don't own the The Witcher nor the pictures/gifs, all credit goes to the original creators. This is a crossover between the Witcher and the Shadowhunter Chronicles. This will be based on the books and *not* the Netflix series and the story will be according to the books (though I'll add some scenes of my own and/or change some things in order for the mc to fit in the story).

This fanfiction will be also published on quotev.

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 3 months

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PoisonCat (Valentine’s Day Exchange)

Pamela (Poison Ivy) Isley x Selina (Catwoman) Kyle

(1,055 words)

Summary: Ivy discovers she really likes to be called “Doctor”

Warnings/Tags: 18+ (not quite smut, but it gets reallll suggestive), botched heist, patching up wounds, friends with benefits (they are definitely gay LMAO), light medical play, discovering a new kink, make outs, getting real sensual with it

Notes: Surprise @acapelladitty!!! I was ur gifter for the exchange!!! I’ve never written for Poisoncat before, but after doing a bunch of research for them, I now love them (I mean, I already did before but you get it LMAO). I wanted to let you know that you are a huge inspo to me and I’ve really enjoyed all the times we’ve cooked up some wild shit 😭😭 Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

It wasn’t often that a heist went awry for Selina, but this time was sure to take the cake. Triggered security systems and broken glass were the least of her problems, now having to face the consequences of working with Edward Nygma. Mentally, Selina beat herself up for knowing better than to work with a conniving snake like him, but that didn’t matter now. The loud blaring of sirens could be heard in the distance as she lept from rooftop to rooftop with ease. Continuing to escape deeper into the night, Selina knew exactly where to run to.

Far enough away from the scene of the crime, Selina found herself perched on top of the overgrown warehouse. Thick branches and moss covered the outside, making the building look abandoned. Nobody would even think that a place such as this would be an ideal hideout, but for Selina, it was a refuge. A sanctuary. The home of an old friend.

Climbing through the window, Selina’s entrance was almost anticipated as Ivy watched her come in expectantly.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Ivy grinned.

“Nice to see you too, Pam.” Selina leaned against the wall, out of breath. “How did you…?”

“Word gets around fast,” Ivy shrugged. “Plus, all the cop cars woke me up.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, I was up anyway.” Ivy made her way over to Selina. Pulling up her mask, Ivy inspected the small cuts and bits of glass occupying Selina’s face and body. Her face was streaked with blood and sweat. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? You look like hell.”

“Yeah,” Selina snickered. “I just got back.”

———

Selina was seated on top of the table. Her tight, black suit was cast aside, leaving her in an undershirt, her underwear, and several small bandages. Around her was a bowl of discarded glass and a small trash can of bloodied gauze.

Ivy made her way in between Selina’s legs, standing in front of her. She applied the disinfectant carefully. Selina winced at the sudden sting, but Ivy took a gentle hand in the application. The gaze in Ivy’s eyes was soft. It was easy for Selina to get lost in them.

“You’re staring again.” Ivy spoke up faintly.

“Am I? Purred Selina. “You’re so close to me, must be your pheromones.” She giggled. “Or blood loss.”

Ivy chuckled playfully. “First of all, my little flower,” she pushed a bit of Selina’s short hair off her face. “You haven’t lost nearly enough blood for delirium.” Ivy set down the disinfect. Her arms soothed their way up to Selina’s shoulders. “As for the pheromones?” Ivy’s hands cradled the area between Selina’s jaw and neck. “They only amplify what’s already there.”

Selina glanced down and back up again, soft laughter escaping her lips. “Whatever you say, Dr. Isley.”

There was a pause from Ivy. It was as if a switch went off. Cocking her head in consideration, she asked Selina to repeat what she had said.

“Whatever you say… Dr. Isley.” Selina repeated.

Ivy’s green complexion flushed. Selina’s forwardness was always welcome in their interactions. Having Selina in her current position would more often than not signal that they were going to have sex on a night like this. It seemed to be going that way thus far. It was the use of Ivy’s professional title being used in such a flirtatious manner that stopped her dead in her tracks. It fired her up, far more than usual, and Selina could see it from a mile away.

“Y’know…” Selina swiftly wrapped a leg around Ivy’s body, pulling her in closer. “I still feel a little hurt from the glass, I think I might need a more thorough examination, what do you think… Doctor?”

Their faces are just inches apart. Ivy scans Selina’s face. Selina’s dark, pleading eyes sparkled with mischief. Ivy always enjoyed the little dynamic they had. Usually she would be the one to initiate anything. A few whispers of filthy nothings, controlling some stray vines to gently twist around her thighs, and a kiss to the neck and Selina would be a goner. However, tonight was not one of those nights. Selina was pushing Ivy’s buttons and they both fucking loved it.

“Well, I may not be a doctor in a medical sense,” Ivy cleared the table, getting up behind her. “But in my professional opinion,” she continued as her hands reached Selina’s sides, pulling the cat burglar closer to her. Ivy’s hands wandered up to trail over Selina’s breasts. Ivy could hear Selina’s breath hitch, and decided to push forward. “Maybe if you’re in that much pain…” Ivy whispers as Selina can feel her breath tickle her ear. “… I think some bed rest is in order.”

Selina turns her head around and presses her lips to Ivy’s. What first started as small pecks soon evolved into a tender kiss. Ivy could feel Selina snake a hand through her red curls; her nails gently scratching her scalp. Ivy let out a soft sigh as Selina pulled away for a moment. She fully moved herself around to face Ivy completely, before straddling her thigh and returning the the kiss. Selina let out a low moan as Ivy playfully bucked her up her thigh. With a coquettish chuckle, Ivy’s hands trailed down to Selina’s ass before gently nipping at her bottom lip.

“Fucking tease,” Selina grinned. “Who knew that the illustrious Dr. Isley could be so salacious?”

Ivy hummed before quickly hoisting Selina off her thigh and off the table. “Then I’d suggest we take this appointment to the bedroom,” Ivy wraps an arm around Selina’s shoulder. “I do have a reputation to uphold you know.”

“Oh please do,” Selina’s hungry gaze caught Ivy’s as they made their way into the bedroom. “I would so love to see that reputation in action.”

Ivy lowered Selina onto the bed, hands caressing her thighs as she sunk down, kneeling in between her legs. Selina shuddered at the sudden sensation of Ivy’s nails gently dragging across her thighs. It was one of her weak spots that Ivy loved to exploit.

Ivy batted her eyes puckishly up at the mewling Selina. “Don’t worry my dear,” Ivy placed a kiss on Selina’s inner thigh. “I know just the thing to make you feel all better.”

#poisoncat #selina kyle x pamela isley #catwoman x poison ivy #batman rogues smut #poison ivy smut #catwoman smut #pamela isley smut #selina kyle smut #mia writes batman!!!#mia writes

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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DIO as a father!!

Warnings - none!!

Word Count - 1,163

Notes - ever since i saw @mikibagels art of DIO as a dad, I knew I wanted to write something about it, so here it is!!! I am hoping to make a mini series with this, just like I did for Crocodile, so look out for those! Part 2 is going to be him meeting reader ;). let me know if you wanna be tagged for that!!! <333

DIO yawned, grabbing his morning coffee, barely awake. His hair was a mess and there were already two children grappling onto his leg. Rikiel had kept DIO up all night crying from the pain he was constantly feeling and both of them were exhausted. DIO always felt bad for the poor kid. He was always in some sort of pain and it was hard for him to express what was bothering him since he was still the youngest and learning English seemed to be harder for him than the other boys. Luckily though, Rikiel ended up falling fast asleep in DIO’s arms enough for the both of them to get a good amount of sleep, and now, he was underneath his father, making a hand motion that he wanted up.

DIO scooped him up in his arms and bounced him around, giving him little kisses on the cheek. “You ready to go shopping with daddy today?” He asked in a cutesy tone, squishing Rikiel’s chubby cheek, but making sure to not poke him with his sharp nails.

Rikiel nodded and bounced in DIO’s arms with a giggle.

“Yeah? Is big boy Riki gonna go to the store with daddy?”

Rikiel kept bouncing and giggling, very excited to go to the store with his dad.

“And we get to take your brother Ungie!”

Rikiel made a happy sound and clapped his hands together. “Ungie!”

“Yeah? You wanna go help daddy get the other boys up?”

Rikiel nodded and tried crawling out of DIO’s arms, so he set him down on the ground, where he ran directly to Ungalo and Rikiel’s shared room. He turned to DIO, waiting for him to open the door and DIO looked at Rikiel with a smile. “I love you, Riki.” He whispered, his hand on the knob of the door.

“I wuv you dada.” Rikiel whispered back with a smile, hugging his father’s leg.

Sure, it was hard being a single father, but DIO couldn’t help but admit that it was worth it in every way possible.

When DIO opened Ungalo’s door, Rikiel immediately ran in, tripping over his own foot, and fell. He got up slowly and said a small, “oops”, wiping off his pants and turning to his dad to make sure he was okay.

“You alright buddy?” DIO whispered in a calm tone.

Rikiel just smiled and nodded before jumping into Ungalo’s bed. “Ungie! Ungie wake up!!!”

Ungalo wiped his eyes and pushed Rikiel’s face away.

Rikiel pouted for a second before getting back up on the bed. “Ungie! Wakie!!”

DIO giggled and watched as Ungalo woke up, already giggling with his brother. Goodness four year olds had so much energy.

“You two be nice,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “And Ungie, get up, daddy’s gonna make some breakfast.”

Ungalo nodded at DIO and got out of bed, showing Rikiel a creation he was proud of.

Immediately, without DIO even having to get them up, he heard both Versace and Giorno get up, giggling with each other. They ran into the kitchen and saw their dad with giant, untamed hair and sweatpants that could fall off at any second.

“Good morning, daddy!” They both said in unison, jumping in their father’s arms.

DIO caught them with ease and squeezed them in his big arms. “Good morning, boys. Are you ready for school today?”

They both smiled and nodded before getting onto explaining what their days would contain and DIO just listened, grinning like an idiot.

He handed them both their breakfast with a kiss onto each of their foreheads. “After you eat, make sure to get dressed, okay? I'll set out what you’re going to wear today on your beds.”

They both nodded, mouths full of pancakes and bacon.

“And slow down when you eat.”

DIO jokingly rolled his eyes before walking to Ungalo’s room, where he was showing Rikiel how to turn a bunch of random Legos into a boat that could float on water.

“Boys,” DIO said with a soft knock on the side of the door. “Breakfast is ready.”

They both jumped up with a smile and ran to the kitchen where DIO heard all of the boys saying a good morning to each other. He hurried to his own room, where he slipped on a lazy, but still tasteful outfit, and brushed out his tangley mane.

He picked out some outfits for Giorno and Versace and packed their bags for the school day. As he walked out of Giorno’s room, he saw the two boys run by giggling, apparently racing to see who could get their outfit on first and who could look best for the day.

“Ungie, Riki,” DIO stuck his head in the kitchen. “Are you two finished yet?”

From the syrup covered smile on Ungalo’s face and the crumbs covering Rikiel’s plate, DIO could definitely tell they were done. He wiped their faces and fingers. “You’re so sticky Ungie! How did you even get this much syrup on you?”

“Versace helped me!”

DIO was trying to hold back an irritated face. “Of course he did.” He just lightly shook his head and finished cleaning him up. “Well, let’s go get dressed so we can take your brothers to school.”

They ran to their shared room and DIO followed, picking out little outfits for them. Ungalo said that he could put it on himself and would ask if he needed any help. Rikiel said he’d do the same, but almost got stuck in the arm hole, thinking that’s where his head went, so naturally, DIO already had to help.

Satisfied by how the boys looked, and watching Ungalo struggle to put on his sneakers, he heard Giorno and Versace yelling for him in the kitchen. DIO gave Ungalo and Rikiel a kiss on the head and told them that if they needed any help to bring what they needed to the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, DIO saw Giorno and Versace holding up their lunch boxes, waiting for their dad to pack their lunch. Even though exhausted, he smiled and packed their lunch with ease, even adding silly little notes for the both of them. He handed them their backpacks and lunch pails and made sure everyone was ready.

All four boys lined up at the door, Rikiel still messing with the strap of his shoe. DIO smiled in satisfaction. They were definitely ready for the day, even if tired.

“Anything else you boys need?” DIO asked for the last time, grabbing his keys and slipping on his shoes. They all shook their heads and DIO led them to the car.

When they got to the school to drop off Giorno and Versace, everyone was exchanging hugs and goodbyes. Ungalo and Rikiel even made them sweet little notes for the day.

Even if it was just the five of them and sometimes it was tiring and lonely, DIO knew he had raised some great boys.

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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Astie !

Summary: Jamil invites you over super early before you have to start your day. But why?

WC: 1062 Tags: Jamil x reader, fluff, gn!reader, self insert for Astie because I said so, Jamil cook the food, Kalim is the sunshine baby in the sky in teletubbies

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @astiesgoldenberry ! For me it’s still the day before, but I hope that you have a good day today. I know you said you have a bunch of shit to do, but I believe in you. Jamil believes in you. I love you, I hope you enjoy this and have a beautiful birthday!

It was still dark outside, the early morning sun not even fully arisen in the sky yet. You smacked your phone trying to turn off the blaring alarm coming from it. “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” you repeated over and over until your fingers finally found the button to silence it. You looked at your phone, seeing just how early it was. Why of all days does today have to be the day I have to get up early, you thought to yourself as you let out a long exhale. Your day was about to be busy, full of running around and finishing school projects, there wasn’t going to be a moment to breathe it felt like. Just as you were rolling out of bed to get ready, your phone vibrated. Why is someone messaging you this early, now is not the time.

You aggressively snatched your phone off the bed and huffed as you opened your notifications, all animosity you had left you as you saw the name across your new messages. Jamil. He was always up this early too, probably making sure Kalim was awake and getting ready for his own classes. You opened his message.

[Jamil] hey, come to the dorm before your classes (: and don’t say you don’t have time, I know you can spare a minute or two

[Y/N] if you think I am coming over to help you get Kalim ready, then I refuse lol he can be late for class

You laughed as you sent the message. You assumed that wasn’t why Jamil wanted you to come over anyway, but it was funny to tease him a little bit. As you finished getting dressed, he texted back.

[Jamil] pfft, he’s already up and awake, stop playing around and come over already

[Y/N] okk, fineeeee ;D

After sending the message, you threw your shoes on and headed out of your dorm. The sun was starting to rise now, giving you a beautiful visual on your way to Scarabia’s dorm. You were wondering why Jamil really asked you to come over at the crack of dawn, but maybe seeing him so early in the day would be a good sign that your day would be a good one. Jamil always made you feel safe and centered, there was no stress when you were with him. And given the enormous list of tasks you had on your to-do list for today, this would be the highlight of your day.

You arrived at the Scarabia dorm, texting him to let him know you were here instead of knocking and waking up those that were still asleep. You hit send and within a few seconds saw Jamil in front of you holding the door open. “Were you just waiting for me at the door?” you teased. Jamil looked like he had been up for a little bit, already fully dressed and wide awake. There’s no way he just woke up a few minutes ago, you thought to yourself. Jamil smiled at you as you came inside the dorm and followed behind him. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t,” he shrugged and then gave a soft laugh.

He was leading you towards the kitchen, a common place where the two of you spent time together. Every time you came over to Scarabia, Jamil enjoyed showing you his cooking skills and even helped teach you new ways to cook things. You weren’t allowed to cook a lot at home, so it was nice having someone so willing to teach you and help you learn. As you got to the kitchen doors, Jamil paused and turned to you. “Okay, before we go inside, you have to close your eyes,” he said with a beaming smile. “Close my eyes? You better not lead me into a snake pit, Mr. Viper,” you giggled as you closed your eyes. You held out your hand and Jamil took it as he led you through the doors. You could tell there were more people in the kitchen from the small hushes and shh’s you heard.

Jamil led you to the table and sat you down. “Can I open my eyes yet?” you asked. The crowd at the table whispered to each other. Jamil was standing behind your chair and leaned down in your ear and spoke. “Sure, open your eyes.” You opened your eyes to see a whole entourage of Scarabia students in front of you smiling. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!” they all shouted. Jamil led the group in singing to you happy birthday as you looked around the room in awe. He had got the whole dorm together just to have them wish you a happy birthday? As they finished singing, you clapped your hands and smiled widely. “Jamil, what is all this?!” you exclaimed.

“That’s not all!” Kalim shouted from across the table and then proceeded to get up and run to the kitchen counter. He grabbed a tray that was there, carried it over, and set it down in front of you. You looked at the dish in front of you and then up at Kalim. “You made this?” you asked surprised. “Oh, god no, Jamil’s been up for hours just to make sure it was perfect for you,” he said as he put his hand on Jamil’s shoulder. Jamil must’ve not wanted you to know he had been up for those hours as he shyly looked away as Kalim boasted about him.

The dish in front of you was one of your favorites. The thought that Jamil had made it for you made your heart swoon. The champorado in the bowl looked amazing, Jamil must’ve been up early soaking the rice this morning. “How’d you know this was my favorite?” you asked Jamil as he sat down beside you. “What do you mean? You told me a long time ago it was your favorite. I just wanted you to have it for your birthday,” he replied. You smiled down at your bowl of food and then looked back at Jamil. “Thank you, I appreciate you a lot. This is definitely giving me the boost I needed to get me through this long day~” Jamil pulled your face close to his and gave your forehead a gentle kiss. “You might have a long day, but it’ll be a good day. Happy birthday, mahal ko.”

Credit: Birthday divider

#~.twst #~.writing #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper fluff #jamil viper #jamil x reader #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASTIE !

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dominimoonbeam · 8 months

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I Don't Know You - 2

fic from the start over on ao3. <3

david/huxley

tags: angst, amnesia, hurt/comfort, married

I Don't Know You - 2

Huxley woke up, his head still hurt, but he knew he wasn’t in the hospital anymore.

He also knew he wasn’t home, because he didn’t have a home anymore. Or, rather, the one he remembered was long gone. He hesitated to open his eyes, afraid that he wouldn’t remember this place. He tried to imagine the room around him but he had nothing. He could make it up but it wasn’t based on any memory. Finally, he sighed and cracked his lids, squinting at the room.

Daylight dimly lit the room through the edges of curtains. The bedroom was big, with a nice rug and plants on the dressers and shelves, but he didn’t recognize it.

He sat up slowly, fighting that wave of dizziness that tried to pull him back down to the pillow.

He palmed the side of his head again, looking for a wound that wasn’t there.

He froze when he saw the stranger. David Shaw. His husband…

The guy was sitting on the floor next to the bed, his back to the wall and his chin down.

He was asleep.

Huxley let himself really look at the guy for the first time. He was big, just as big as he remembered from last night. It had been easy to hide against him, making him feel like this guy could protect him from the whole world. It was a strange feeling and he couldn’t understand where it came from. Huxley felt heat climbing his cheeks when he vaguely remembered David carrying him out of the hospital. That couldn’t be right. No one carried Huxley. Not one person alone, anyway.

But this guy wasn’t just empowered, Huxley realized. He was a shifter.

He looked down at his hand, searching for a ring like proof, and finding ink instead. He rubbed at his ring finger, the black permanently etched into his skin. He had always wanted to get a tattoo instead of a ring. He had thought it would be more romantic than any monetary proof. Permanence. Promise. But he didn’t remember getting it.

He swallowed against his dry throat and winced. His whole body felt off. He climbed slowly and quietly out of bed, trying not to wake up the guy on the floor. He had to stand still for a second just to let the room finish swaying before he made his way to the door and out into the hall. He moved blindly toward what he assumed would be the living room. There were framed photos on the walls and he stopped to look at them.

Groups of people he didn’t recognize and himself there among them, smiling on what looked like a camping trip.

Pictures of him and David, arms around each other and mid-laugh. A candid picture of him and David talking, sitting by a river. He recognized the spot. It was one of his favorite hiking trails.

Pictures of a wedding. His wedding. His moms were there and a bunch of his friends mixed in with that crowd he didn’t recognize. Hope lurched high in his chest. His friends. They could explain. They could help.

“Sunflower?” the groggy voice came from behind him.

Huxley jumped and turned, huffing a thin laugh at the sleepy man in the hall. “Sorry. Shit, dude, you’re quiet…”

David shuffled closer, starting to reach for him before hesitating. The haze in his vision cleared enough for Huxley to see that question there.

It broke his heart to shake his head at this stranger. “Sorry…” he said again, voice a raw croak.

David dropped his hand back to his side. “How’s your head feel?”

“Like a wall fell on it.”

He smirked a little. “Do you want some tea?”

Huxley hadn’t thought about it before he said it but yeah, he did. He really did. “Please.”

David shuffled past him in the hall, somehow not touching, but so so close and Huxley was surprised how he nearly leaned into the other man for that contact.

He followed him to a big living room, the kitchen on the other side.

David gestured toward the sofa. “I’ll get it, you should be resting.”

Huxley looked around at the tchotchkes, books, plants, and more pictures. There was one of his moms on either side of David. David was blushing and his moms were smirking triumphantly. It was a really cute picture and Huxley’s heart ached to remember it. “Where’s my phone?” he asked, trying to make it sound casual and not at all as desperate as he felt.

David put the kettle on and was taking cups out of the cupboard. “The healers said you have a bad concussion. You can’t look at any screens for at least a week.”

Huxley wringed his wrists, trying not to think about how he was in a house with a stranger and only his word that he belonged there. The evidence was all over the walls. He had just…forgotten. “Did you talk to my moms?” he asked, looking at the pictures on the bookshelf and ignoring the way his headache was starting to expand even just from that effort.

The quiet hum of the water starting to boil stretched without David answering.

Huxley looked to the kitchen to see the big guy watching him. He held his gaze for a long second and Huxley wished so much that he could remember him—that he knew what that look meant. “I haven’t told them that you forgot the last few years… I was sort of hoping your memory would be back. But I told them last night you were okay but had a bad concussion. I didn’t want them to worry but I can call them again now if you want—”

“No!” Huxley winced at his own raised voice, touching the side of his head.

David was suddenly there in front of him, one hand under his elbow and the other hovering at his side, like he was going to catch him if he fell. “Sit down,” he urged, deep voice softened with care.

Huxley let him guide him down to the couch. “I don’t want them to worry. They get really freaked out about me living in the city, especially since the games last year...” He trailed off, realizing it wasn’t last year. It was… four years ago?

David was quiet, still crouched in front of him.

Huxley looked at him. He was beautiful and his hand was still on Huxley’s arm, his gaze still so focused on him. “Were you…there?” Huxley asked, mind racing. Why ask? Why about that? Of all the shit he wanted and needed to know…

David squeezed his arm gently, thumb stroking back and forth. “Yeah. I was.”

Huxley hesitated, too many questions piling up inside that chasm of missing memories inside him. “How did we… meet?”

David didn’t answer right away and Huxley couldn’t tell if that was because he had wanted him to remember on his own or because he had to come up with a story. He winced, hating himself for thinking that, for doubting. This guy had done nothing but be patient with him.

“I was an asshole to you,” David said. “You were camping on your own near the pack and I basically ran you off.” He got up and went to the kitchen, pouring the hot water into two mugs. “You ended up running into a bear and falling down a cliff.”

“A cliff?”

David shrugged, carrying the mugs back to the living room and putting them down on the coffee table. “It wasn’t that far, but it was enough to knock you out and break some ribs.” He sat down next to Huxley.

Hux looked at their mugs. He recognized his as one of his favorites from before he lost time. “Was the bear okay?”

David laughed, one hand coming to his mouth to try to quiet the sound, clearly surprised by its escape. “You’re seriously still worried about the damn bear?” he asked, voice low again and smiling. With a sigh he leaned back into the couch. “Yeah. The bear was fine. Milo ran her off and we got you back to our campsite.”

“And after that?” Huxley asked. He didn’t remember any of it. Nothing. It was like it was still three years ago and none of that had happened yet. It didn’t even feel like it was missing.

“We dated. We moved in together. And last year we got married.”

David hadn’t turned on any of the lights but the morning light through the windows illuminated everything in shades of blue. Huxley looked around at the pictures again, all of them seeming to watch him, breathlessly waiting for him to recognize them. But he didn’t.

“Where’s my phone?” Huxley asked again, voice tight in his chest and barely getting out.

David watched his husband flounder, looking around their home like he was lost, and he couldn’t even reach out and touch him for fear that it would make it worse—would scare him.

He asked about his phone again, still sitting on the edge of the couch cushion, ready to jump to his feet in a second.

“Su—” he started and quickly changed from that nickname. “Hux… You can’t look at screens,” he reminded gently.

The muscles in Huxley’s back jumped, his gaze dropping to the floor as he nodded tightly. It made David’s stomach twist. It was like he didn’t believe him. Like he’d expected to be told no, that he couldn’t call anyone, like he was being held captive. “I’ll dial, okay?” David said, getting to his feet and going to the hallway to find Huxley’s duffle bag. He fished out his phone and came back, unlocking it with his own thumbprint. “Who do you want?”

Huxley rose to his feet to meet him, looking at the phone in David’s hands like a lifeline. David could tell his head was still hurting him by that permanent wince and the squint of his eyes. “Can… Can I talk to Freelancer?”

The way he asked made David hurt, like he wasn’t sure if they were still friends or he wasn’t sure if David would let him.

He found the number and hit call, passing the phone into his husband’s hand. “Don’t look at the screen, okay? I’m serious.”

Huxley nodded, taking the phone like he was surprised to get it.

It rang and he clutched it to his ear, lips pressing like he might cry if they didn’t answer.

David was probably just as relieved as Huxley when the freelancer picked up. It was early and they weren’t usually up at this hour. Most weren’t.

Huxley exhaled hard, drifting back down the hall and into the bedroom to talk. David didn’t follow, instead leaning against the kitchen island and listening to the soft murmur of his mate’s voice through the walls. He should be checking his phone and answering texts, but just then he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. He stood there, feeling like he was going to burst out of his skin and howl until he passed out. The person who had known him better than anyone, looked at him in a way that made him feel like the best version of himself, didn’t recognize him.

He had convinced himself that it would all be better in the morning. That he would wake up and blink at him and see him.

He had been wrong.

Gavin had been playing with the deviant’s hair when their phone rang.

It was the middle of the night.

The deviant whined and rolled into him, trying to reach for the phone with their eyes still closed and their mouth twisting into a scowl.

Gavin laughed and grabbed the phone for them. His smile died when he saw the name. “Love, it’s Huxley,” he said, passing the phone into their hand. They’d been up late worrying about him after they heard about his fall on the ice, but Milo had said he was okay, concussed but patched up.

The deviant sat up, answering and holding the phone to their ear even while they were still blinking back the sleepy blur of their vision. “Hux?”

He exhaled hard on the other side. It almost sounded like a cry.

The deviant was fully awake now. “Huxley?”

“Yeah. I’m here… I…” he tried again. Gavin leaned in to hear too. “Fuck… Can you… Can you come over?”

The deviant hesitated for only a second. “I can get on a flight and be there by tomorrow. What’s going on?”

“A flight?” His usually deep, steady, and joyful voice was small and confused.

“…Hux?”

“What… Where are you?” Huxley asked.

Gavin watched the deviant’s fingers tighten on their phone. “Stockholm. We… We moved here eight months ago. I got a job and… Hux… What’s going on?”

Huxley exhaled hard, like he’d been sucker punched. “Oh,” he said and it was a broken shard of a word. “Oh… I’m sorry… I… Fuck. I’m sorry. Nevermind, dude. Forget it.” He was trying to smile around the words.

“No, wait. Just take a breath and tell me—”

“I should go. I’m sorry, again. S-Seriously, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.” He hung up.

The deviant stared at their phone in their hand, their eyes going huge and their aura rippling with confusion and panic. When they looked at him, Gavin was already nodding. “Yeah, I’ll call you and let you know.” He leaned in and kissed their forehead before rifting out of their bedroom and right into the Shaw living room.

He only knew he’d startled David by the ripple in his aura. The guy was good at keeping his cool.

“Gavin,” he ground out his name, jaw tight.

Gavin eyed him. There were many times when Gavin liked to tease this wolf but not today. His aura was frayed, tangled, and dim. “What happened?” the incubus asked in a low whisper. If David didn’t answer him right away, if he hedged or pretended nothing was wrong, Gavin would go straight to Huxley. David couldn’t stop him even if he tried, not that Gavin could imagine why he would.

“He has a concussion,” David said, voice even and quiet but his aura anything but calm. “He can’t remember the last three years.”

Gavin frowned, absorbing that. It explained why Hux hadn’t known the deviant didn’t live in Dahlia anymore… The weight of it settled on his heart when he looked at David’s aura again. Three years. Shit.

He went down the hall. He didn’t knock on the bedroom door, he didn’t even use the door properly, he passed through it.

Huxley jumped, dropping the phone and staring at him from where he sat on the edge of his bed. His aura was a jumble, like David’s but full of fear. His brow was creased like it was hard for him to keep his eyes open, pain rippling through his aura. Gavin closed the distance between them, seeing the smallest flare of relief and hope in that aura and throwing his arms around his friend, pulling him to him and holding him tightly. Huxley hugged him back, exhaling hard like he’d been without air for too long.

Gavin tried to heal him, to wash away that pain and repair whatever delicate mistake was keeping those last few years of his life from him, but magic couldn’t do either. “It’s okay,” he said anyway, climbing into their bed and never letting go of the big guy. “It’s okay.”

#redactedverse #fanfic #the amnesia fic #david/huxley #with gavin because i need gavin #<3 #dominimoonbeam #angst #hurt/comfort

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hugheshugs · 2 years

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going grape | t. bordeleau

au masterlist

<- prev part, this is part two.

summary: you and thomas get close after you meet some of your dad's friends for the first time and he has to reintroduce himself to hide suspicion.

contains/tw: its not nsfw or 18+ but it is a little suggestive. mostly cuteness, and its kinda funny.

pairing: dbf!thomas x brisson!reader

word count: 2.4k

note: i hope you guys like this one !! im also thinking that the next part might be a continuation of this one? theres a lot to expand on :) remember to comment or send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in anything dbf!thom xx

"oh my god," you groaned, fanning your face as you trudged down the stairs. "it's so hot!"

the tiny white sundress you wore did nothing to cool the raging heat in your body. for some reason, the further you walked into the living space, the hotter you got.

"hello? is anyone even home?" you asked loudly, hoping to catch someone's ear. when you found yourself in the living room you noticed the sliding door to the backyard completely open, meaning the AC was off—the reason for the outrageous warmth in the house.

the closer you got to the backyard, the more sounds you heard. laughing, music, bottles clanking against one another. your soft, bare feet quietly pattered into the back where you were met with a bunch of unfamiliar faces.

they all looked so.. old.

well, not old old, you could just tell that they weren't young. but they were all handsome, you didn't know where all these attractive middle aged men came from and you were confused.

as soon as you caught sight of a familiar face, you heard your dad's loud voice from somewhere nearby. you found him in a split second and walked over to him with your head down, not wanting anyone to notice you.

"dad," you tugged on the bottom of his shirt as he stood behind the grill.

he turned to you with a spatula in his hand. "oh hey, honey. you finally woke up."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "i've been awake since twelve. who are these people?"

setting the spatula down, he turned to you and blinked, almost as if there were no thoughts in his head. the corners of your eyes crinkled as he remained silent before he put his hands on your shoulders and bent down to your level.

"you've never met any of these people?" he whispered so quietly you barely heard him.

you shuffled a little closer before shaking your head. "who are they?"

one of his hands came up to rub his face in hopes of soothing the shock raging through him. "these guys are my best friends. from college, they're my best friends since college and you haven't met any of them?"

"you're kind of making it sound like its my fault.." you told him, playing with your fingers.

"no, no, it's not. it's mine. here, c'mon let's introduce you to them—"

"do we have to?"

"what?" he asked before standing straight and grabbing your hand. "yes, you have to meet them. you're going to be seeing 'em a lot more now that bordy's back."

bordy? you thought to yourself. what an odd name.

you took small steps behind him, not noticing the eyes on you as he practically had to yank you with each movement of your feet.

"boo, party pooper's here! who invited her?" hunter shouted before lowering the music.

"hunter, be nice," brendan glared at his eldest.

it felt like there were a dozen pairs of eyes on you. you'd never been surrounded by this much testosterone before and it hit you right in the pit of your stomach as you stared back, feeling exposed in your short attire.

"y/n, these are my buddies. boys, this is my daughter, y/n."

"why haven't we met her before?" a man with a handsome nose asked, squinting before flicking his sunglasses down to his eyes.

brendan paused for a moment. "that's a good question i wish i had the answer to. boys, name and number now, please."

"number?" you looked up at him. why would you need their phone numbers?

"hockey numbers," he explained. "they played hockey."

"why is that important?"

he rolled his eyes. "fine. boys, name and fun fact now, please."

no one said anything, collectively staring at the boy sitting on the purple lounge chair. he sighed before sitting up.

"you guys still need to me lead you, huh? i'm nick, or blanks, whatever you wanna call me. i was their captain back in college," he gave you a smile.

they began to go by seating order and you were introduced to six other guys, all of whose names you'd already forgotten. not because you weren't paying attention but because you were distracted by the man sitting at the end of the line.

"and i'm thomas," the last one said. he was the one you met that day, which led you to appreciate that he pretended your first encounter never happened. "or bords, bordy, i don't really care. fun fact—i'm your dad's best friend."

oh. he's the bord.

if he's dad's best friend, why is he so hot?

when you saw him last, he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. today, as seven of your dad's friends sat outside, shirtless in your backyard, you crossed your legs at the way your body reacted to his.

he was fit, muscular, built like a god, even. and the tattoo on his right hand along with the sleeve on his other arm made you sweat even more than you thought would be possible. his cool demeanour did nothing to put you at ease.

and his voice, where could you start? you hadn't noticed it last time, for you were completely blinded by fear, but his voice was so skily and smooth. it was violently calm and low, and you liked it so much that you wished to have a conversation with him just to hear him speak again. it was laced with dominance, and your mind felt hazy as his words continued to run through your mind.

"your turn," one of the boys.. jack, you thought, said to you.

"what happened to your face?" the tall one asked immediately after.

you were completely flustered by thomas that you didn't trust yourself to speak. all you wanted was to run up to your room and hide. you squeezed your dad's hand and looked up at him for help but he simply gave you a shrug.

"um, w-well," you inhaled sharply as you felt an incoming burn on the pads of your feet. "you already know my name and— fun fact, my face, i uh.. i ran into a pole."

kent, who you remembered, spoke up after pursing his lips and furrowing his eyebrows. "i feel like that's not really a fun fact. are you okay? how did that happen?"

"oh, you know," you chuckled lightly, catching thomas' gaze.

he stared at you with a teasing gleam in his eyes, almost as if to say 'really, that's what you came up with?' and you looked away immediately.

"it just kinda happened," you shrugged. "okay i'm gonna go back up to my room b-but it was nice meeting you guys. bye!"

you held the bottom of your dress before practically sprinting up to your room. you opened your window before falling face first onto your bed, screaming into the mattress.

why was he so hot? why did he have to be your dad's best friend? you felt disgusted that you hoped to see him more often, as your dad said you would.

you couldn't help it. you felt hot again, but this time it had nothing to do with the temperature. you sighed, situating yourself properly onto your back as you heard the sounds of the party downstairs.

you let out a shaky breath, resting your hands on your lower stomach. you wished to read the words decorating his skin. you wished to see the art up close, admiring it all while he touched you where you needed him most.

your face crinkled in distaste, shaking your head at your impure thoughts.

get your head out of the gutter, y/n. it's never happening.

thomas wanted to see you again. no, he didn't want to, he needed to. and it wasn't because of your dress that left nothing to his imagination, it was far from it (—but he wouldn't lie, you did look really hot).

he noticed the way you squeezed your dad's hand tight, holding it throughout the entire introduction. the way you couldn't meet anyone's eyes, especially not when you spoke. and even when your eyes did meet his for a fraction of a second, he couldn't make out the emotion washing over them. after the way your last encounter ended, he didn't think this everlasting feeling of concern would go away.

"i need to get out of the sun for a bit," he told the group. "i'm going inside."

"it's gonna be hotter in there," brendan pointed out.

"not if i lock you guys out and crank the AC," he smirked as he stood up from his seat, stretching a bit.

"y/n might throw a fit if she's locked in there with you," hunter snorted.

we'll see about that.. he almost muttered under his breath.

when he walked in, brendan was right, it was hotter than it was outside. but he shut the door behind him—no, he didn't lock it—and walked into the kitchen where the AC controls were located.

he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you sitting on the island, your legs dangling under you while you sucked on a popsicle. his presence was unknown to you and he immediately averted his eyes from the sight of your dress bunched up at your waist.

clearing his throat, he made his way past you to do what he'd come to do. satisfied when he heard the low hum of the cold breeze flowing through the house, he looked for a drink from the fridge.

you couldn't take your eyes off him. your neck was craned towards him and your grape popsicle began to drip onto the white cloth adorning you, but you were unaware, more focused on the dragon-bird like thing inked onto his back.

"you're burning holes into my body," his voice caught you off guard. "can i help you with something?"

you swallowed nervously when he closed the fridge and turned back towards you, a beer in his hand as he stepped around the island and stood in front of your legs. "you're dripping, ma douce."

you nearly dropped your popsicle, eyes bulging out of their sockets. "i— what?"

you shifted uncomfortably and he chuckled. "your popsicle, i meant. it's dripping."

you looked down at frowned. "oh no, my dress! dad's gonna be pissed."

thomas clicked his tongue, hating the immediate nervousness on your face. "just hide it in your room, i've got a tide pen. i'll bring it over tomorrow, problem solved."

"t-thanks," you smiled softly before you felt something sticky running down your hand. "i need to eat this."

"don't stop on my watch," he raised his hand in surrender, taking a sip of his drink.

you hesitated, eyes flickering back and forth between him and the popsicle. it seemed like something you shouldn't do, especially not with the way you'd been feeling. but it was an innocent act.

bringing the frozen treat up to your lips, you slowly licked the bottom to stop it from dripping. he held back a groan, chugging the rest of his drink to distract himself from the growing ache between his legs.

"i wanted to make sure you were alright," he grabbed your attention, forcing you to eat it properly. he was focused on the red bruise on your cheek, restraining himself as best as he could from touching it. "and i wanted to apologize for the last time we met. kind of got off on the wrong foot."

"no, no," you shook your head immediately. "that thomas was a lot different from this thomas. don't apologize. besides, i'm okay."

this peaked his interest. "different in what way?"

"it seemed like a different kind of.. you, and i want to give you another chance. that thomas was the kind of man every mother wants for their children. i mean, yeah, you scared me but that doesn't really matter.." you chose your words carefully.

"this thomas is the kind of man my dad tells me to stay away from. you seem pretty cool."

your doe eyes snuck into his heart and made a home just at those words. you read him inside out, and something sparked inside him.

"and what are you gonna do about it? are you going to stay away? listen to your dad, hm?" he challenged.

you abandoned the popsicle and grabbed his left hand with both of yours, rubbing your thumb over the tattoos by his wrist. he could feel the sticky popsicle juice on your skin, and he knew you were rubbing it onto his, but you were so blissfully unaware that he chose to stay quiet.

"no," you shook your head after a moment. "i won't."

he let out a content sigh. "well, i'm still sorry. is your face alright? does it hurt, have you been icing it regularly?"

you shook your head, not looking up. "i really like this eye you've got here."

he felt your finger poking at him and let out a breathy laugh. "you're avoiding my question."

"i shook my head," you shrugged. "technically, i didn't avoid it."

"smart girl."

you blushed at the unnecessary praise and his smile widened ever so slightly.

"you're really fascinated by tattoos, huh?" he asked, still waiting for you to look at him.

"dad doesn't have any and yours are really cool. can.. can i see the one on your back?" you asked shyly, finally looking up.

"of course," he muttered before turning around.

you parted your legs and grabbed his hips, moving him back until the cool marble hit his tailbone. your fingers stayed there for a couple moments, softly grazing his skin. a nervous-like feeling flooded your stomach.

"whoever did this did a really good job," you mumbled, reaching up to touch the feathers on the wings.

"you like it?"

"mhm," you hummed, looking at the boy standing in the bird's body. you were confused but didn't ask any questions, just taking in the design he believed was important enough to stay on his body forever.

he opened his mouth to speak before he heard the sliding door open, quickly moving away from your hold. you almost frowned until one of the guys walked into the kitchen and thomas gave you a look, pretending to drink out of his empty cup.

"what are you guys doing here?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"hey, luke. just getting to know the little brisson," thomas shrugged a shoulder. "right, y/n?"

"yup," you nodded bashfully, resting your hand beside your thigh. you cringed when you felt something gross on your skin, looking down to see your melted popsicle.

thomas held back a laugh. "it's going grape."

next part ->

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on-leatheredwings · 27 days

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ARDENNESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

this feels a little weird to write out as anon, but i just wanted to thank you for accepting my request and blessing us with remedial lesson! i must have woke up in my dorm around the late morning hours when i saw that it had been uploaded and i lowkey started to hyperventilate 😭😭

i really appreciate it again, since i’ve started to realize that you seem to prefer yandere readers ahaha. oh also, your fics have been motivating me to get back into writing since the last time i wrote was way back in december of last year… but on top of procrastination, i have to deal with uni sooo… 🚶🏽‍♀️

i’m yapping but they’ve also had me considering publishing some of my writing online for the first time. i’ve been writing for a shitload of fandoms since i was a baby practically, but i never worked up the nerve to actually put them out there, so i’ve been thinking about it! idk!

anyway, all that to say, thank you once again, and i’m looking forward to seeing what you put out next! :]

oh and personally, remedial lesson came out perfect to me, it’s good fr. don’t sweat it.

[looks at the audience] me and this anon just made out behind closed doors and you guys are SOOOO JEALOUS. /j

AWWW..... <3 ;-; IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!!! DON'T HYPERVENTILATE YOU HAVE A DEGREE TO GET!! good luck w uni btw :3 i just graduated and it's rlly nice to have it in my rear view LOL but enjoy it!

also dw i like yandere readers but i still like non-yandere!readers !! :^D KGJDOHFSOJ rest assured i wont write stuff i dont like LOL i just wanna see variety sometimes.... i'm a switch at my core, i fear

LITERALLY WHAT IF YOU POSTED!!! WHAT IF YOU DID... ;A; i made this blog without a second thought and here i am... tending to my yandere crops... i used to write a bunch of fanfic on ao3 and i look back and im like "wow. i sucked" yet ppl still read... :^Dc and most importantly, it was fun...

^_^ i believe in u don't sweat the details ! and tag me/message if u do end up posting...

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