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I just saw my local universtiy put on The Lightning Thief musical and GUYS. IT WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE. LITERALLY ALL OF IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. Like the casting was good, the jokes landed, everybody stayed in character, all of the singing was fucking great (CHARON/MISTER D/HADES HAD LITERALLY SUCH A FUCKING PERFECT VOICE FOR THEIR ROLES I WAS LITERALLY IN AWE ANY TIME THEY WERE SINGING IT WAS THAT GOOD), all of the visual gags paid off, it was genuinely so fucking good!!!!
All my "theater" knowledge up until this point has been High School theater, and not great high school theater, so I was going into it expecting to have a pleasant but not overall mindblowing experience, you know, kinda trying to be chill about it. BUT THEN???? LIterally as soon as it fucking started I was like "Oh, oh this is like REALLY real."
And it was blackbox theater, which idk if that's a regular term of if it's just what my mom was calling it (she used to perform in this same theater that we were in, she's an alumni of this place) so it was super small, no real "stage", just a slightly raised platform and then chairs on risers along the perimeter. I kept making eye contact with the actor playing Ares/Gabe SOB that was really funny tbh. But I really loved it in that format because it felt way more intimate and like, real, if that makes sense? like it felt very On Brand for the musical to be taking place that close to the audience, and it genuinely sucked me in soooo much, sometimes I would register that there were other people across the room and I'd jolt like oh, right, this is a musical in this room we're all in aosiduaoisdu
I think Grover and Chiron were my favorite parts, though literally all of it was so fucking good I don't even know if I can say that. But Grover was jsut SOOO well done, like he was exactly how I envisioned him and also his faces and the physical gestures and everything were so Grover!!!! and Chiron of course was like, the perfect mixture of "I know everything and am your leader" and "i am a slightly bumbling idiot". His "tail" was a bunch of yarn stuck to the back of his pants and his "hooves" were the chorus making clopping noises every time he stepped (AND HE TOOK HIGH KNEE STEPS EVERY TIME IT WAS SO FUNNY. there was a gag where dionysus led him out of the scene by dangling a carrot and IDK if that's in the original musical or not but it KILLED ME)
I was so impressed by Percy and ANnabeth too!!!! percy's actor was for sure struggling near the end because, duh, it's a fucking hard musical, but the way they worked in water breaks for him and also the way that he handled it all was phenomenal! And Annabeth too, she had SUCH a hard role to play and she played it really fucking well, and confidently, and I believed that she and Percy's character genuinely were friends and liked one another. AND SALLY TOO!!! LIke she was soooo well played I really felt like she was Percy's mother, like she was there for him and loved him. And all of the scenes where there were like, interruptions, IE a character breaking into another character's lines like interrupting what they were saying, it worked out perfectly and was so natural which like, even in PRODUCED TV SHOWS AND MOVIES sometimes shit like that feels unnatural and that was genuinely part of what drew me in so much, it just all felt so NATURAL. Like I cannot even IMAGINE all the practice and hard work that these guys must've put into this production for it to be THAT good and well rehearsed. (again, all of my history of productions is high school productions so SOB BUT STILL!!!!!)
The fucking minotaruw as just two dudes running around in an enormous bathrobe on top of one another and THAT WAS ALSO SO WELL DONE LIKE LITERALLY
I could go on and on. I probably will go on and on (my friends and parents have already borne the brunt of my rambling because I want to REMEMBER THIS GODDAMMIT) in reblogs but wow. wowowowow. I HIGHLY encourage anybody who feels comfortable to go out and try and see a production of the musical if it's near you. Support your local productions and colleges and stuff. that was a damn good time.
oh damn and the fucking medusa scene? PErcy's actor literally running around waving his sword like a maniac WITH HIS EYES CLOSED and yet he didn't hit any of the people in the front row, who were on the same level as him. That was SO impressive, I was slightly in awe.
oh and YES, they did do the toilet paper visual. which ruled. obviously.
#the lightning thief musical#Percy Jackson#PJO#Annabeth Chase#Grover Underwood#i'm not gonna tag everyone I promise#my throat hurts from cheering for everybody at the end#I did wear my CHB hoodie but it was too hot (and I got embarrassed about it) so I took it off LMAO#and obviously it wasn't perfect or faultless#but I can excuse literally all of the mistakes and everything because of how fucking good the rest of it was#Did Grover miss a cue? yeah absolutely. did it 100% work with his character for him to hesitate at that moment so it actually felt natural?#yeah absolutely#(you could like tell that it was an error though bc he sort of broke character for a second about it)#BUT THEN HE ABSOLUTEly nailed TREE ON THE HILL AND I LITERALLY WANTED TO HUG HIM SO BAD BRO#Medusa almost tripped and fell on her shoes. also very on brand.#god that was just such a good time#and this is coming from a person who is SOOOO nitpicky and I generally latch onto all the negatives and bad things#I don't even care about all that. i loved it genuinely SO fucking much. oh my god.#I wish I had a recording of it so I could watch it all again rn not even lying#do i perhaps have a tiny crush on Chiron's actor? yeah of course I do don't at me about it he was cute and his voice was perfection#like percy almost flying off into tartarus was even so good. just all of it it was FUCK it was literally so good i'm just i'm crunching i'm#i love PJO so much man. it is UNHEALTHY how muc I adore this franchise.#i am also incidentally now 12 times more excited for the actual show to come out#but until then those stage actors are going to be how the characters look in my head fr fr
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Zombie!au- would love to see more grump Steve in the earlier days. And r just trying to lighten things up a bit!
thank you for requesting ♡ steve zombie!au —your attempt to cheer steve up backfires, but he's not so oblivious to your feelings as you think. fem!reader, 1k
Water drips down the length of Steve's arm. It follows a path to his elbow, shining honey-orange in the last dregs of sunlight that haunt the room. The stone wall at your back is cooling, the baking heat of the day abating with the setting sun.
Your shirt is still damp but clean. Steve scrubbed it until the fabric turned fuzzy, the faint smell of sweat lingering despite all his efforts and dawn dish soap. He sits close enough to rest his leg atop yours, touching you without apology. It's hard to care about personal space when you spend time with someone like this, isolated. Your survival is tied to his like shared veins.
Water sloshes over the edge of the bucket onto a towel he placed beneath it. You clear your throat, drawing his gaze.
"Kinda weird how many towels people leave behind."
His constant frown doesn't so much as twitch. "Why's that?"
"We all need towels. Makes you wonder if they thought there'd be towels somewhere else… We loot all these houses and half the time there isn't a can of peaches, but there's always a couple of towels."
"You only need one towel," Steve says.
"Not the way we use them."
Steve's eyebrows raise ever so slightly. You can guess what he's thinking —you're making small talk about towels. Maybe he'd rather sit in silence than listen, but if you stay silent in the wake of his bad mood any longer, you'll disintegrate.
"I'm just saying it's weird to take soap but not the towel."
"They probably weren't thinking about it. Not the way it happened, I mean." Steve's brows pinch together. He pulls his shirt from the soapy water filled bucket between his legs and squeezes the excess water from it.
"Were you going to say something else?" you ask cautiously.
Steve wrings his shirt, the muscles in his arms singing as he twists it tighter and tighter. You can't choose what to look at, his arms, the coiled definition of his upper chest, or the strange expression that plays on his fine features. Eventually he drops his sodden shirt on the towel and wipes his hands dry, not looking at you as he asks, "What did you think was gonna happen?"
You shift your foot under his weight. He doesn't move it still, and you're glad. You need touch. You need his touch, even if he doesn't need yours.
"I thought everybody was going to be fine." Your stomach aches remembering. "For a week, the news didn't bother me. The radio hosts were pandering and CNN were fearmongers. But then… one day I woke up and I knew it was the end."
"When they started saying–"
"Don't try to hide." You swallow a lump of past hurt where it swells.
"That's why people didn't bother with towels," Steve says. "That's what I think. They knew they wouldn't make it past the week, deep down, even if they didn't know."
You cross your arm over the other and hold your elbow. The sun sinks like a stone, dark eating the corners of the room. It feels colder now.
It's scarier, in the dark. You worry about what you can't see.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," Steve says, speaking more gently than he had been as he pulls his leg away. "I know you were trying to make me feel better. I didn't mean to kill the mood like an asshole."
"That makes a difference," you tease.
Steve stands and grabs the bucket of dirty water, pouring it out of the open window. You can hear the loud slosh of it slapping overgrown bluegrass below.
"I'm sorry for being a dick," he says, turned from you still, bucket braced in two rigid hands.
"Steve, I don't care if you're in a bad mood. I just worry it's my fault."
He tosses the bucket aside, the thin metal handle rattling as it lands. Brushing the hair from his face, Steve turns back to you and, silhouetted by the last light, gives you a tentative smile.
"You drive me crazy sometimes, but if I'm pissed, that's my problem. Not your fault."
You sit up, a muscle twinging between your sore shoulders. "Oh. Cool."
Steve nods to the left. "Come over here. We'll sleep where it's dry."
You do as told, achy and worn from another day at the end of the world. You could sleep in a queen size bed every night and it'd make no difference to this kind of exhaustion, the burden of perpetual hyper vigilance like slow releasing venom. You kick the shitty single mattress you've been sleeping on for the last few days across the room and Steve spreads out a blanket for you to lay on.
You can't sleep. Most of the time, you lay down for a few hours feigning rest while Steve sits soldier, nothing to do, nothing to darn nor sharpen nor tend to. You're in a strange limbo of having no urgent needs and no strength between you to move on yet. With a stache of protein bars you found in the desk in the den, you and Steve can stay here for a few more days.
You sit down regardless of the sleepless tossing and turning that awaits, surprised when Steve wastes little time sitting beside you. Shirtless. He leans against the jacket you've been using as a pillow and puts his arm behind your back with the familiarity of a lover, hand on your waist.
Your breath pulls in funny.
"Thanks for trying," he says.
You risk looking up at him. He looks down, a little bit of King Steve charm in the quirk of his mouth.
"But towels?" he asks.
"It was the first thing I could think of."
He nods like this makes sense and pulls you into his side, rubbing yours with enough affection to floor you if you weren't already on it. "I didn't pack a towel, and neither did you. We're all the same."
"Then how come we're here?" you ask, quiet with the embarrassment of asking such a vulnerable question. How come we lived and no one else did?
"I don't know."
You put your face in the curve of his neck hesitantly. Steve rests his cheek on top of your head.
"I'm glad we are, though," he murmurs.
#steve zombie!au#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington drabble#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things 4
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i need some huge konig comfort because im so upset :(
dude of course! i’m so sorry for getting to this a little late, but i hope you’re feeling better being upset is never fun and how long i took probably didn’t help you :c wishing you the best and lord of love
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König x GN!Reader: Righting Someone’s Wrong
Trigger Warnings: angst with a good ending, hurt/comfort, accidental stalking(?), scars, failed dates, kissing, embracing, anxiety, apologies, threatening language, use of Y/N
Life has a really shitty way of having to balance things within the universe for everybody in the world. Some people tend to get very lucky while others are given the opposite side of the coin. Day in and day out, every second, imaginary numbers would change sequence to infinite possibilities and change the probability outcome. You were convinced it would just stay that way for you forever; today was a day with some terrible odds. Everything somehow, some way, went completely wrong for you. You had been waiting for a date for a whole hour and a half, and they’d never arrived.
You felt so stupid for waiting there so long just for nothing. It made the man who was patrolling the streets very curious about you, even more so now that he saw your depressed facial expression. The man sucked up any thought that told him to not interfere and at a staggering 6’6”, walked into the café you’d been in. “Hey, do you mind if I join you?” the gentle giant asked. Your head whipped up and you wiped at your eyes with a napkin, “O-Oh…no not at all…” you say. The man nods and takes his seat in front of you, giving you a gentle smile from beneath the mask he wore over his mouth to conceal his identity while on patrol.
“Are you feeling alright? You seem very upset right now…I may be a stranger, but I do wish to allow you to have someone you can trust and talk with,” the man said as he tapped on the table with one finger. You remain silent, trying to recompose yourself for a moment before speaking. “I-I…I’m really not feeling alright…to be honest,” your voice has become a little strained as your throat tightens, “because my date totally bailed. And I feel so stupid.” The stranger looks at you with the most gentle, soft, and sad eyes you’d ever seen as he reaches out for your hand now. “That’s upsetting—I’m so sorry that happened to you…um…” he becomes bashful.
With his other hand, he fidgets with his hood for a moment before recomposing himself, “Would you mind if I was your date?” he asks, squeezing your hand tighter. Visibly flustering, you stare at him with wide eyes, “You want to make this a date? Truly?” The man nods, laughing nervously, “B-But if you don’t it’s okay! I will understand if you just need your time alone.” His voice, while anxious, is still as gentle as you expected it to be. A small laugh escapes your lips when you see how nervous he is, feeling a sense of ease at the sight. “Well, I’m not opposed to the idea,” you say, smiling.
Squeezing his hand, you see the man’s sad eyes twinkle with hope that he can actually make you feel better. He was determined to make you feel better and that’s what cheered you up a bit. “So…give me your name? I can’t just go on a date without knowing what to call you,” you say, teasing him a little bit. “O-Oh! Yes, okay…my name is König. A-And you?” The stranger you may now identify as “König” said, asking you the same thing. “You can call me Y/N…thank you for actually agreeing to be my date today…that’s really sweet of you for a stranger…” you say, complimenting him for being nice enough to be your date.
You could tell he was getting flustered, blushing enough to where his whole face was red. “W-Well, it’s my duty to be there for the people whenever they need me to be and…well, you looked like you needed someone to be there for you.” König says, wanting to make you feel appreciated and cared for. Now it was your turn to get flustered, and since he was able to see your face better, his perceptive sniper’s eye was able to catch the visible scrunch of your face as you pursed your lips for just a moment. “Heh…made you feel all warm, didn’t I?” König asks in a playful manner, tapping on the table again to see if you’ll repeat the rhythm like you had earlier.
Laughing softly, you shake off his flirting a bit and recompose yourself. Tapping against the table once more, the sad look in König’s eyes seems to go away now when he hears it and watches you do it. “Do you normally tap on tables like that?” The question is innocent nature, just wanting to get to know him better. “Ja, sometimes—it’s just a force of habit,” König sighs softly, looking at you with a different gaze now. One more, nervous and gentle at the same time. “Now I will admit…I have been watching you for a good bit…but not in a creepy way, okay?” he confesses, making your eyes widen just a bit.
Not a word comes out from you, and yet you decide to allow him to keep talking. Based on the expression he’s got, he’s desperately having a battle in his mind if he could keep saying what he was trying to tell you. “I was watching your expression change from so excited, to nervous, before becoming depressed once you realized what your date did…” König continues to confess. Hearing he had been watching you for the entire time and now seeing he was doing this to keep you company and make you feel better, all those feelings of dread washed away. This was a man you could feel safe with, despite his sudden appearance.
“I’ll admit, it sounded…pretty creepy, but—!” you begin to speak, stopping once you see König’s sad eyes somehow become sadder, “but, it was because you didn’t finish explaining. Am I allowed to ask what your line of work is?” you then ask, wanting to know more. He then perks up when you ask about him more, “I can’t give all the details, but we can just say I’m a soldier…from Austria. Where? It’s a surprise—well…” he trails off, laughing to himself a little, “more like a secret.” König teases before standing up. You’re a little confused when he does, but when König offers his hand to you, it just makes you smile.
“Come on, let’s change your plans up—last minute style. I know a good spot to enjoy someone’s company. It’s pretty romantic too, but a little far,” König says. Taking the chance with another random stranger today, you go for it by grabbing his hand and standing up. Taking your things with you in your other hand, you step out of the café together and begin to walk down the bustling city streets. You have no idea where König’s leading you, but for some reason, a lot of trust is being put into him right now. This man probably has the capability to fucking kill you considering his imposing stature…and yet he seems a little too nice to do so.
Maybe because you don’t pose a threat at all.
Eventually, König has led you to a nearby park, one you particularly liked due to its proximity to a forest with a trail that branched off into it. “Oooo, getting me to a secluded location, eh? What, gonna kill me?” You tease, making König look at you in disbelief. “What? Why would I do that? You’re too cute and nice to kill—you’re not one of my targets, so I’ll spare your life,” König says. His tone is a little too cheerful when he says this, making you feel a little nervous now. “Nobody should ever get that excited at the thought of telling someone they’re not the target he’s supposed to kill. Wait—he fucking said what?” Instantaneously, your brain speaks to all nerves and cells in your body; fight or flight seems to kick in.
“So your work is dangerous…” you whisper softly to yourself. “Not only that, but it’s a big secret. Be good for me and don’t say a word, okay?” König says, his voice still eerily cheerful. Your stomach drops a bit more once, making you stop dead in your tracks. “Hey, what’s the matter? Did I scare you? I’m sorry—truly I didn’t mean it…” König asks as he stops walking himself. In this moment, you turn yourself away from him to process what was going on. “Y/N…? Please look at me…” he pleads you softly, eyes filled with an apologetic gaze.
You slowly do as you’re told, your eyes meeting König’s. “l won’t bring you harm, okay? I can see you look scared but you’ll need to trust me—I’m a military man,” he speaks to you in a gentle tone, “and that’s all I can give about this. I have values, and don’t believe in the harm of someone who doesn’t deserve it.” König then cautiously reaches out for you, as if reaching for a frightened animal. Not a single muscle moves, keeping you completely frozen in place. Large, gentle hands then hold onto your shoulders in an attempt to let you know he was about to embrace you. He continues to move, pulling you into a hug.
You’d expected König’s body to feel cold and off putting as well as give you more reason to run away right now, but you don’t. He’s extremely warm in the cold autumn air, relaxing you enough to feel safe once again. You would stay this way for a whole minute, as König then tries to comfort you as best as he can to calm you down. “I promise you that I would never want to bring you harm,” he continues speaking, stroking the nape of your neck a little to reassure you. You then feel him take a deep breath before sighing shakily. It’s as if König was preparing to continue fighting for your trust.
“I…I was bullied a lot, as a kid. I can understand that fear of being hurt by people who barely know you…” He says, confessing to you a reason that would at least prove he won’t do anything to hurt you. You look up at König from his chest, and he looks down to meet your eyes. “If anything, I won’t let anybody hurt you. I want to protect you a lot, okay? I will do everything to make sure that nobody hurts you,” he says, voice filled with determination. König’s grip on you becomes tighter and more protective, clearly taking this seriously. Your body seems to heat up a little when he’s practically devoting himself to your safety.
Even if he had scared you, completely by accident, König wanted you to know you’re safe. “Th…thank you…I trust you to keep your word, alright König?” you say softly. König, feeling a little brave to trust you with his identity, then lowers the mask over his mouth so it rests on his chin to seal the deal. He’s got a few scars on his face, with one that lightly passes over his soft, plump lips. One of them appears to have just recently healed, scar protruding and a fleshy pink color. “Has anyone told you how handsome you are?” You suddenly flirt, making König blush a deep red. “N-No…because nobody’s ever really seen my entire face,” König mumbles, leaning down a little so you could get a better look.
His eyes were still soft and sad, giving you a look within what makes him care so much; pure affection. König feels a deep connection to you, and very much wants to keep it. “Meine Liebe…” he whispers in a hushed tone, plump lips slightly quivering from apprehensive breathing, “please let me be the one to care for you. I will comfort you and give you all the love and attention you deserve.” Your eyes stare into König’s deeply due to the proximity, yet only for a moment as they slowly flutter shut once you lean in to kiss him. His own eyes widen, becoming much softer as they fill with a profound sense of comfort for you. The two of you were only strangers, on a new date after your previous one failed, and yet you managed to have a heart to heart.
König’s eyes would flutter shut, breathing becoming slightly heavy as he kisses you back. His hands find their way to your back, pulling you into his body. Your own hands do the same, and the need for oxygen pulls the both of you away gently. Your eyes open simultaneously, and a soft breeze brushes past the surrounding trees. “I’ve never kissed on the first date before…that was sweet,” you whisper softly against König’s lips. He gives a gentle smile, “Good. I’m glad you liked it that much…are you feeling better?” König speaks to you in a delicate manner, concerned for how you’re currently feeling in the moment after what he had said. You smile simply smile and give him another peck on the lips, “Personally?”
“So much better.”
#cod#cod mw22#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2022#cod könig#könig x reader#cod x reader#cod x reader angst#x reader#hurt/comfort#eventual fluff#good ending#fluff#angst
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Can I rescuete yandere danheng in his dragon form?
It can be smut(only if you up to write it)😋
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Dan Heng x f!reader
✨ : 🔞, smut, ooc!, yan! Dan Heng, mdni ,pwp
🌟 : i don't usually write smut, so idk if its good but i just tried my best 😅
Thank you for requesting (◍•ᴗ•◍)
It’s unusual for Dan Heng to not join your mission, filled with worry you decided to check up on him.
“Are you alright?” You knocked softly on his door but only silence answers you
You called once again but no one answered, that make you feel more unsettled, all of a sudden some one pats your back.
“Don’t worry he’ll be alright, Himeko said its just a flu” March console her
But still why won’t he answer you.
“Let’s go, everybody is waiting for us” March reminded you
You follow behind her, nevertheless you took one last look on Dan Heng’s closed door. Convincing yourself he’s alright
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Dan Heng almost lose it when he heard your voice. He wanted you but knowing he’ll just lose control and end up hurting you. So he muster all his remaining strength to control himself. He slump on the ground putting his hand on the door that separates the two of you.
He called your name again and again, as if your the only one who could quench his thirsts while his body changes slowly.
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You arrived on Silvermane Guard Restricted Zone with March, Gepard is waiting for the two of you since he’ll help you this time to deal with the Fragmentum.
“Only the two of you” Gepard asks
“Dan Heng is not feeling great and didn’t come” March explained
“So where’s it?” You got down to business so you could return back to the express. You can’t help but feel unsettled leaving Dan Heng alone
Gepard guide you to the location of the monsters, with them by your side you finished everything in no time.
“Time to go back” March cheered
You we’re heading back to the safe zone when a Flamespawn ambushed you. Gepard grab your hand and shielded you. While March shoot it with her arrow.
“Are you okay?” He asks
Still in shocked you just simply nod
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It was nighttime when you return too the express. You hurriedly went to his room to check again on him. However long you knock he still wouldn’t answered. You got fed up and decided to barge into his room
“Dan Heng why aren’t y-“ the words got caught in your throat, as your eyes widen in shock seeing the scene in front of you
Laying on his bed in his dragon for as he slowly stroke his cock, calling you name again and again as he waits for his releases.
For some reason you can’t look away as the scene in front of you entice you. Feeling parched you took a gulp and slowly licked your lips. All of a sudden his gaze filled with lust befall on you snapping you back from your revelry.
“I think this is a bad time” You avoided his gaze and was about to leave the room but it was too late. Before you could move Dan Heng already wrapped his tail around your waists and slam his hands on the door.
“Don’t leave” he whispered in your ear
Turning around you met his darkened gaze filled with lusts, he pulled you closer. Burying his head on the crook of your neck as he inhales your unique scent however you smell different today. Another man’s scent is mixed with yours.
“Who is it?” Dan Heng grits his teeth as anger burns inside of him. Who dare lay hands on what’s his
“What?” You looked at him in confusion
“I could smell another man on you”
“Oh! Gepard shielded me while we’re fighting an enemy” You explained
Something inside him snapped, if he wasn’t in heat no other man can get close to you like that.
Guess he’ll never leave your side when you visited Belobog again.
“I’ll better remove every trace of him in you” a sinister grin flashed on his lips before carrying into his arms.
A squeal escaped your lips as it took by surprised, but before you could protest he gently throw you in his bed. He hold your hand above your head trapping you underneath him as his free hand explore your body
Feeling impatient he shred your clothes into pieces.
“Mine” He mumbled to himself as he leaned down crashing his lips against yours. Nibbling your lower lip until its swollen. He pulled away to let you breath seeing you catching your breath makes him feel good but still not enough.
His lips trace your neck then down to the hollow of your throat. He nibble the soft skin in your neck and you gasp as his lips move along the expanse of it. His roaming hand grabbed your breasts as you writhed underneath his touch
“Ahh.. mhmm da-dan heng” You moaned while he pinch your nipple as he sucked the other. Arching your back as the waves of pleasure crashes into you.
Reaching your peak he suddenly stop and pull away, a whine escaped your lips
“Not yet love” he whisper.
He parted your legs and kneel between them before eating your pussy like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to eat.
“Ahaha.. mhmm.. more.. deeper” grinding your hips against his mouth while running your hands through his hair.
Who can ever deny your requests, so he slips a two fingers inside your pussy making you tremble. While he slowly thrusts his in and out as your back aches and your hips move back to meet him.
“ mhmm.. love.. faster please…. I’m close” You moaned
He thrust faster as you come undone before him. Dan heng look up at your messed up state as he lick your cum off his lips. Not letting you take a breath he position his cock on your entrance, teasing you as he slowly thrust inside of you
“Dan heng, please..” you begged
But still he still didn’t change the pace, a sweet excruciating torture. However hard you beg he didn’t give in. Can’t take it anymore you pushed him down and straddled on top of him.
You bounced into his cock without his help, but it wasn’t enough.
“Love.. help me.. please” you begged
“Help you in what..ah!” He asks
“Fuck me..Fuck me hard” You screamed
He grabbed your waists and thrusts deeper, a moan escape your lips as he keeps pounding you.
“So goood..mhmm… you cock got bigger” you trace the bulge in your stomach.
His quicken his pace as the both of you chase your highs. Reaching out you grab his horns as he keep messing up your inside.
“I’m cumming….ahhh” You screamed as you come undone
Dan Heng grab your waists and pulled you closer kissing you messily, he sank his teeth your waists as he come inside of you.
You collapsed on top of him trying to catch your breath, he brushed the hair sticking on your forehead. While his other hand thrust his fingers inside of you again.
“ Dan Heng” you glared at him
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“Who told you, we’re done” he flipped you over and began thrusting inside of you again.
You lost count how many times you did it that night.
It's been awhile since you returned to Belobog.
You were just talking to gepard about the plans in helping in belobog.
He was looking from a far while helping other soldiers. Even after he's done there you're still talking to him. He leaned on the wall waiting but his gaze never left yours.
He wants to take you away.
The marks he did before we're now fade. He wanted to mark you again to show him who you belong too.
"Love~" you whispered against his ears
"Sorry, shall we?"
You offered your hand instead he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. He looked back and met Gepard's gaze. A smirk plastered on his lips.
Mine
© telle's musing
5-18-23
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Hello! I love your writing so much, you saved me with the x male reader 🙏🏻 I was wondering if you could do one where Bill is always denying his sexuality. Like, reader already has feelings for him and Bill likes reader too but tries to push it away and in an interview Bill gets asked about liking men and he's like "of course I don't, it would be a waste for all the pretty girls" and stuff, just like that one interview and reader is kinda hurt. But when they get back to the tour bus and they all fall asleep, reader wakes up late at night and walks up to Bill crying and when he asks him what's wrong Bill expresses his fears and that he just wants to be loved for who he is and don't feel ashamed about it (already crying omg 😭) and then reader gets the opportunity and tells him about how he feels about Bill. In the beginning Bill denies it like, "no you can't love me, why me?" and insecurities and stuff but at the end reader kisses him and Bill gives in and then end up sleeping in each other's arms, Bill being the small spoon you know 😩 I hope you like the idea! Thank you so much!!
BILL X READER: INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA
hii love! im so glad you like my writing 🤞😻 ewwwahh it gets corny during the confession part but erm..
"Let's welcome Tokio Hotel, ladies and gentlemen!"
Bill wanted to puke as he heard those words, hearing all the fangirls and boys scream and squeal like guinea pigs. His stomach curled and he actually felt sick. Oh god, was it too late to cancel an interview? He just wanted to go back to the tour bus, to just sit and watch TV..put on one of M/N's favorite shows and eat snacks and.. -
"Bill, c'mon let's go! We'll follow you out." Tom hissed, patting his brother on the shoulder with a small push. The dreadhead paused, about to ask if Bill was feeling okay, because he looked ill and slightly more pale than usual, but Bill had already began to walk out from the curtains, praying to whatever god was out there he wouldn't trip. M/N followed shortly behind, giving Bill a smile when he looked over his shoulder with a fearful expression.
Bill sat down in the black chair on the stage, listening to the roars and claps of fans come from the space before him. He looked over at M/N, feeling his heart beat quicken. He really did like interviews sometimes, but actually sitting down infront of thousands of people was enough stress to make him go into tears. Although, as he looked at M/N, all his nervousness and anxiety slowly melted away with a small smile, accompanied with a pat to his shoulder. "We got this Bill, it's just like every other time."
He comforted, not looking away until Bill gave a soft nod and grin, thanking the boy under his breath as the applauds slowly died out. He turned his attention to the interviewer infront of them, an older man with greyish-blonde hair. Bill quite liked his tuxedo, he wondered if he could buy the same. His heart skipped a beat as the interviewer cleared his throat, folding his hands as he looked at all the band members.
"Ah..It's so nice to have you guys here!" The interviewer grinned. Oh god, the roars started up again, whistling and hoots coming from the crowd. The band could only smile and laugh, giving nods as they answered "Its great to be here." although it could barley be heard. As soon as the cheers died down again, the interviewer continued. "Hmm, there are a lot of people here. Why don't you all introduce yourself?"
Why oh why? Didn't everybody already know their names? Why did he have to introduce himself? Why why why why-
"I'm Bill Kaulitz. Singer." he smiled, looking over at the camera infront of them.
"Tom Kaulitz. Guitarist.."
"Georg Listing, I'm the bassist."
"Gustav Schäfer. Drums!"
"...M/N. Bassist aswell."
The crowd whooped inbetween everybody, which was starting to get old for Bill. Tom probably didn't mind, his twin watched as the brunette was looking off into the crowd, most likely at some hot chick. Bil resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he didn't want that on TV.
Bill sat nervously, on the edge of his seat as he saw how the interviewer glanced down at his notes before directly looking at Bill himself. "Mm.. Let's start with you Bill, yes?" God no. No thank you, anybody else start please.... "Yeah, why not?" Bill gave a small chuckle as he fixed his posture slightly. He braced himself, heart thumping as he stopped all movements as he began to ponder what the question would be. Oh no.. Please no.
His heart stopped as the interviewer leaned in with a sly smile, squinting his eyes slightly almost as if he was taunting Bill. "So, Bill," he began, taking a second to look at the crowd before continuing, "There's been some rumors squirming about your sexuality, as you might have heard due to the makeup and clothing...care to set the record straight?" Oh.
The crowd was uncomfortably quiet, looking at Bill with piercing eyes waiting for his response. Bill could feel the looks his band members were sending him, even Tom was looking directly at him with a quirked eyebrow. Bill cleared his throat, his mouth going dry as he felt his heart beat quicken. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm definitely not gay...would be a waste to all the girls don't 'cha think?" he responded, trying to ease the air. He nearly let out a relieved sigh as he heart the audience laugh a bit and clap.
He got the courage to look at his band members, but they didn't seem to care. Tom gave Bill a soft nod before returning his gaze to the audience. Georg gave a small smile and Gustav Rose his eyebrows for a second before letting them go back down, now looking at the interviewer awaiting the next question. As Bill looked at M/N, he expected him to at least give a soft grin, but no. He gave him a weird look...a look mixed with emotions Bil couldn't distinguish. He almost looked..sad? A tad bit hurt?
M/N could only clench his fists, blinking back tears threatening to fall. His heart sank deeper and deeper with each word Bill had spoken, and he felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly. He felt as if Bil was holding back- hell he knew he was lying. He knew Bill better than anyone. Okay..maybe not better than Tom. But he just knew something wasn't right.
Bil could only sigh as he leaned backinto hi seat, trying to ignore the thoughts he had about possibly angering M/N. He didn't intend to make him sad! Or hurt. Or whatever the hell he was...
Why was he so..upset?
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Bill stammered back into the tour bus with a groan, barley making it to the couch. He plopped himself down, not bothering to take off his makeup. He heard a soft laugh from Tom as his brother put a hand to his forehead, checking if he was ill or overheated. He could make out a faint command come from his brother, yet didn't respond until the third time he said it. "Take off your jacket, you'll get too hot." he stayed motionless for a moment before removing the leather piece of clothing, taking it to the bunk beds as he threw it down next to his bunk. He pulled off his shoes and got into his bed, his hair still spikey and hard with hairspray.
M/N didn't really talk as the tour bus drove on, giving a soft smile to Georg when he had been told he was very well-spoken during the interview. He barley talked as he ate dinner, twirling the pasta on his fork as he spaced out, being reminded by Tom it would be cold if he didn't eat it. He glanced over at the unopened container of pasta, having the word 'Bill' written in chicken-scratch-like writing.
Then he glanced back at where Bill was laying down, how he could hear soft snores and shuffles come from the bunk. He felt a pang in his heart as he thought about just how beautiful Bill was today, how his makeup was more perfect than usual and how his clothes stood out. How his hair looked so gorgeous and how black his fingernails were.
How was it possible to be so amazing? He has always wondered whenever he glanced at the singer. Whenever he took a peak at Bill he couldn't pull his gaze away, mesmerized by the beauty infront of him. He just..loved Bill so much. Yet Bill didn't like boys, according to him. No, he liked girls.
M/N didn't speak for the rest of the night, going straight to bed shortly after he finished the last of his spaghetti.
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M/N groaned as he suddenly awoke, his shoulders hurt and he couldn't move his legs for a few seconds. He turned to the other side of his bed, smiling when he became comfortable again. He muzzled into the blanket slightly as he sighed, looking forward to sleeping again. Until he heard a small sniffle. He tossed his head lazily over his shoulder, wincing as he pulled the muscle. The air was quiet, accompanied by the occasional snores coming from Gustav.
M/N ignored this, letting his head fall back down as he closed his eyes once more. He felt so good, he was so comfortable and he was so warm. He felt himself start to lose consciousness, hearing nothing but the faint beat of his heart in his pillow, and then another sniffle was heard. This time with a small sob attached to the end. He heard shaky breathes come from somebodies bunk, yet it was too high pitched to be Georg. Who would be crying right now...
"Bill?" M/N whispered hoarsly, his voice raspy and quiet due to just waking up. He listened to how the noises stopped the moment he said something, how the shuffling had instantly paused. He took a second to think if he was really gonna get out of bed. He was so damn comfortable, he was in the perfect position and...
M/N slowly got out of bed, wincing as his legs nearly gave out on him. He stood for a second, stretching, before he walked over to Bills bunk, the curtain covering his bed. He awkwardly stood there before whispering another soft "Bill.."
This time he asked, he heard another shaky breath followed by a sniffle. M/N hesitantly reached his hand out, pulling at the curtain softly. There Bill sat, knees up to his chest and his arms holding them even closer. His head was perched on his kneecaps as soft tears went down his face, down his cheeks and onto his neck and shirt. M/N took a second before he sat down next to his friend, attempting to comfort him.
Bill sat still, although soft sobs would escape his mouth. Although it was clear he was holding back, since his body was shaking and trembling. His eyes were basically red and his cheeks were flushed with pink. He could barley look at the boy next to him, only being able to glance over before he took in a shaky inhale and started crying again.
It stayed like this, completely silent apart from a few sniffles from Bill and snores from Gustav before M/N began to talk. "Bill..what's wrong?" He questioned, a hand going to rub his bestfriends back. Bill took a second before responding, leaning into the touch of his friend. "I'm..I’m scared, M/N." Bill muttered, his voice high pitched as he tried to stop his tears, soft whines coming from his mouth as he tried to breath probably.
"I'm just scared of being outed to the public..god they already think I'm gay anyways..." he hiccuped, his hands going up to harshly wipe his eyes. "I want to find someone..who likes me for me. Who actually likes me, M/N. I just wanna date and not have to worry about the gender of the person and..." Bill trailed off, covering his head with his hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm making this so awkward." he groaned, feeling uncomfortable as M/N stayed silent.
"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to be scared, Bill. It sucks that we're famous and everything's on TV, huh?" M/N let out a watery chuckle, taking Bills limp hand into his own. "Ive seen you for who you truly are, how you are off screen. The real you. I love every part about you Bill, I truly do. I love you so much, all the way from your spiky hair to your platform shoes. I love you so much. " Bill peaked up from his arms, looking at M/N with an expression mixed with confusion and horror.
"No...no you can't. You can't love me that's not..." Bill blabbered, eyes flickering back and forth from M/N's. His heart beat quickened and he was sure it was going to pop out of his chest and fall out infront of them. "It's not right." Bill said, although his eyes filled with tears as he inched closer to his friend, actions going against his words.
M/N stayed silent, looking at Bills beautiful face before he leaned in, going to peck Bills lips. Bill nearly pulled away, but felt himself slowly melt into the kiss, gripping M/N's hand tightly. This wants right, he knew it. Or at least he thought he knew. He couldn't think about anything else other than M/N right now as the boy held his free hand into Bills chin. Bill felt an ungodly amount of weight lifting off his shoulders as his anxiety slowly drifted, leaving him feeling content and..strangely calm.
As M/N pulled away, he watched as Bills eyebrows scrunched in concussion, still holding M/N's hands tight. M/N traced the lines in Bills hands as best he could, due to the lighting not being the best before pulling away, and pulled up the covers from Bills bed, starting to get up to go to his own bunk. "Wait!" Bill whisper-shouted, trying not to wake the others up. He gripped onto M/N's forearm tightly, which made M/N pause and look at Bill with concern.
"Stay. Please."
Bill didn't need to say anything else. M/N crawled back in, laying next to Bill as he pulled the covers over both of them. "C'mere." M/N mumbled sleepily, feeling his eyelids grow heavy once more. Bill happily shuffled over, allowing himself to be spooned by his friend. Or boyfriend. Bill truly didn't know. That didn't matter right now though. All that mattered now was M/N's hand draping over Bills waist, holding him close.
Bill could only wish M/N would still be here with him by morning.
#i am NOT good at love confessions tf#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel x male reader#tokio hotel x you#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x male reader#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x you#im so hungry#i want icecream#x male reader#x reader
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YOUR FILIPINA!YUJ DRABBLE???!?11! WE NEED MORE !!
pardon my wonky tagalog.. kailangan ko magbasa ng tagalog books i swear idk a lot of words anymore bwiset 😭😭
MMMFJDJDJSK OKOKOK i've been thinking about this one for a while bcs filipina yuj is definitely just.. a fucking tomboy like she's annoying as fuck but she's so handsome and charming??? 😭😭 wala ka na lang magawa kundi mahulog diba... 🫠 but anyway, what ifff she's like a basketball player (bcs everybody in the ph is, apparently.. mga kaibigan ko rin potek 😭) and she's giving it her ALL in the court to impress you bcs you're watching from the stands 😳😳😳 wearing her jersey and everything.. eyes focused on her as she moved about in the court... but see, you happen to be a very popular girl. sobrang cute pa so naturally, everyone was vying for your attention even though they know you're yujin's 🤨🤨
usually yujin doesn't let it bother her bcs at the end of the day, she's the one getting to kiss you and fuck you but she was quick to lose her cool when the captain of the opposing team starts talking to you⁉️⁉️ binobola ka putangina... ikaw naman nagtatanga-tangahan pa... kunware di mo alam na nilalandi ka kase ang kulit mo rin 😭 you like riling yujin up, it makes her even better at the game! and at fucking you but that's a topic for later :))))
and ofc yujin wins the fucking match for her team,,, absolutely destroying the enemy and shooting a smug grin towards the other captain who was seething,,, and then everybody was cheering for yuj... singing her praises n everything but she ignored everybody and made a beeline towards you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the crowd... you waved at your friends with a cheeky grin and a wink, being fully aware of what was coming.. 😉
yujin dragging you all the way over to her house⁉️⁉️ being so fucking lucky that none of her family members were around bcs she was sure that if her mother saw the way she grabbed your hair and pushed your back to the wall so hard your breath got knocked out of your lungs... she would get a beating 😭😭😭 yujin glaring down at you while you're smiling innocently, batting your eyelashes and all...
"hindi ka naman galit nyan? ang dali mo pala magselos, love—ah!" you winced when yujin pulls your hair down harder,, and she doesn't even say anything to you... she just kisses you roughly; biting at your lips, shoving her tongue down your throat, not giving you a break to breathe... and when she did she started attacking your neck, leaving all sorts of marks and bites across your skin, already blooming... fuuuck you could feel her hard-on poking at your thigh so you reach down to touch it but she slaps your hand away and bites your neck.. 😵💫
"you don't get to enjoy anything tonight, fucking slut..." she whispers against your skin, and soon enough your shorts and panties were off and you were bent over the couch,, whining and whimpering while yujin teased your entrance with her fingers... she wasn't even touching you properly, her fingers barsly ghosted over your folds,, forcing you to move your hips to try and make her touch you properly but yujin retracts her hand completely ☹️☹️
"fuck, yujin... just—" your words were replaced by a deep gasp when yujin just slams her cock inside you 🫠🫠 both of you moaning loudly in unison,, having to clutch the couch for dear life while yujin started pounding into you ruthlessly,, her grunting into your ear, biting your shoulder, and calling you all sorts of names and telling you all sorts of things in a fit of rage 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"tangina mo.. sobrang landi mo... f-fuuck, so tight... mhmph!!" yujinnie grabbing your waist and pulling you to her cock as she thrusts into your hole, using her full length to the point where it almost hurt but you didn't care.. yujin using one hand to hold your head up so you could scream her name without anything getting in the way, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth bcs you were being fucked so good you didn't know what to do with yourself...
"ahhh.. ah—ang sakit.. ang sakit, yujin...!"
"t-this is what sluts like you deserve... stop complaining—shit! nagkukunwari ka pa... this is what you wanted, isn't it?"
mmsmsffdhdj yujinnie letting go of your hair but pushing your head down so she could fuck you even better 🫠🫠 "gustong-gusto mo to, diba? being treated like this... being fucked like this... nagsawa ka na sa tite ko?? kaya pala nakikipag landian ka doon?? ha?" yujin was saying while spanking you,, she has already left her hand marks on your ass,, it was sure to sting for the entire night 😵💫
ofc she gets whiny when she's close :((( whining right on your ear, hugging your waist, and suddenly becoming soft?? "i'm gonna come, (y/n)... lemme me come inside you.. mmh..." aaaa yujinnie digging her nails into your skin as she dumps her load inside your walls :((( her still thrusting into you while she's coming tho???? "come, (y/n)... you fucking bitch, come..." and ofc you do 🤤🤤 squirting all over yujin's cock while moaning her name 😵💫
hdsskdhdfjhksd and the night ends with yujin carrying you to her bedroom, putting you on top of her and she's brushing your hair with her fingers, massaging your sore body, rubbing her palm gently over the places where she hit you and occasionally kissing your forehead cuz you're her babyyyy 🥺🥺 this is technically her aftercare but she's got her cock sat inside your warm pussy throughout all of this so 😭 hehehe her being possessive all the time but it's like amplified after you've fucked?? like she just whispers some crazy shit (that you love hearing) to you while you're recovering...
"akin ka lang."
#ive smut#ive x reader#ive imagines#ive x fem reader#girl group smut#girl group x reader#girl group imagines#ahn yujin smut#ahn yujin x reader#ahn yujin x fem reader#ahn yujin imagines#yujin smut#yujin imagines
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This is more than a friendship •jbellingham
Mentions of sex, nsfw, use of “whore”,clueless jude, fluff at end.
I don’t know why I did it, I was drunk and confused heart broken and Jude was my only escape. Despite him only being a friend in my eyes I couldn’t keep my hands of him.
My boyfriend of 2 years had broken up with me for some other bitch, she had money and better looks, I understood I couldn’t compete but it was still fucked up, I had thought about marriage with him so for him to do such a thing broke me.
I even loved him, most people at 19 don’t usually find the loves of their life’s, soul mate, but I realize, maybe he wasn’t the one I was going to spend my entire life with, but it was whatever at this point, I was drowning my face with alcohol at a loud club.
Jude was there
I wave over to him and he would walk over, we talked and talked.
(“Time passing,time passing,you wanted to know what all the hype was all about, so I came back then we fucked a little bit and I was out.”)
I can’t quite remember what it was about, but Jude’s hands were all over my body and my tongue deep in his throat, I was pushing him in deeper by grabbing his hair and I would Moan, I didn’t feel regret nor fear, I was in the right hands.
He stopped mid way “let’s go home ay” he was clearly drunk as well and we both were not thinking well, his hand on my thigh the entire ride and he kept glancing at me.
The moment we arrived he pushed through the door and rushed up stairs, he was rich and lived in a mansion something I had gotten used to Because we had been friends since 10, he tore my tight red dress off and gave me millions of hickeys that I would end up admiring tomorrow morning and regret.
I’d wake up to strong arms around my waist, I sighed thinking it was some random man that I had slept with, it wasn’t the first time I had a one night stand so I thought I’d just be able to sweep it under my reputation.
Just to see Jude being the man I had slept with, my entire world came crashing down what had I done? I knew it was going to be awkward, I slipped out of his arms quickly and put my clothes back on, I grabbed a jacket from the floor knowing it was judes but I had no other choice, it was either wear a slutty torn dress or cover my self in a big jacket.
(“know you hurt me,but(hey) this is more than a friendship now I made it awkward.”)
I sighed when I saw jude again, because It was pretty much normal Jude, he wasn’t weird with me and I had been freed of the anxiety of him finding out, he had forgotten, but it gave me a small pit in my stomach, I realized he was normalized to having one night stands which means I was nothing to him.
After that day I couldn’t see him the same, he had a new girlfriend every month and each one made me want to die, the way he would wrap his arms around them or just smile at them, it pissed me off that we would ever have such a intimate moment yet he would do it to any other girl, I was basically nothing.
(“I cannot love everybody, but you isn’t anybody,”)
Months later
Me and Jude hadn’t been as close as before, we would see each other at Party’s and he’d wave but beside another blonde whore who’d kiss his neck out of Jealousy Who he’d regularly fuck to make them feel better but I still felt terrible.
I couldn’t even believe I had felt such emotions, and over one night?, I had many of those typically foggy nights but this one was clear.
(“Now we don’t seem to get along now I regret it all, still, it was worth it I would do it again”)
I couldn’t take it anymore, this had been one of those other party’s it was mine, my 20th birthday and Jude and another of his whores were there, he kissed her goodbye and I took him outside.
You could still hear the song booming in the background and people cheering or fucking, “what’d you need y/n?” He says cheerfully, he has no idea and this is probably going to change his perspective on me.
“Do you remember that night my boyfriend broke up with me?” I say picking at my nails as I stare at him waiting for an answer, he nods “yes? What about it” that answer broke me, did he really not know?.
“Do you not remember Jude?” I say back, “I have no idea what you are talking about y/n, I sighed knowing I couldn’t continue to give hints “jude. We fucked” his eyes seem to open a bit more but not the amount I had expected, “yes?. And” my mouth drops and so does my heart.
“You knew?” He nods,I couldn’t speak and I was confused “was I nothing to you?” I say and soft small tear falls out of my eyes as I look up to him, us being completely different heights, he hovers down to wipe the tear of my face “you know I love you y/n, I just didn’t know you felt the same”.
Im tooken away, but I’m mad I couldn’t believe it took this long for him to say, as he’s wiping the tear off I don’t hold back and press against his body, hugging him, he hugs me back.
“I do love you so much Jude, I feel so jealous when I ever I see you with those whores, you do know they don’t even love you, they use you for money!” He chuckles as I speak “they are only for contract until I get married”.
I sigh in relieve and look up to his face, “can I kiss you?” He says and I nod pressing my lips onto his, I pull my hands and arms around his neck deepening it, “will you be my girlfriend y/n?”.
(“I think we’re ready for it, yeah, mmh.”)
(“Let’s keep it awkward”)
(“I know I’m ready for it, you feel me?”)
(“Can we still love on each other”)
(“Can we still touch on eachother?”)
(“Can we still not judge on eachother?”)
#Spotify#smut fanfiction#smut#jude bellingham#football#soccer#jude bellingham smut#jude bellingham fanfic#football smut#soccer smut
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eve being a mother of five
an: i'm not sure how much i like this but pls enjoy! feedback and reblogs are much appreciated
eve's masterlist // fanmade videos
clip one: 190519 airport
whilst some journalists are expected when the girls go to the airport, they didn't expect to be mobbed
eve could tell that yeji was uncomfortable so she stood between the journalists and her
eve, to the journalists: please back up so the members can have space to walk
some of the journalists moved back and made space so they could walk comfortably
in one of the videos captured by the media eve turned back to yeji
"are you okay, jiji? 🥺"
clip two: 190502 solo vlive
comment: you carry a big bag to music shows, what's in it?
eve: that bag is full of stuff for the members. it has blankets, jackets, books, a few makeup products, toys… basically anything to keep them entertained and that they might need
this was one of the first times midzy's got to see a glimpse of mother eve
she def went viral
clip three: yuna's graduation vlog
yuna: eve unnie made breakfast for me today. it was a special breakfast. and she gave me a congratulations card and gifts for graduating and money and said i just go out with my friends
eve is a rich girl its true
yuna: she said that she'll start helping me with learning how to drive
eve also posted on bubble about yuna's graduation and had everyone in tears 😭😭
clip four: 220516 vlive
ryubi vlive everybody cheer
they were just talking about any and everything
during the live, somebody had been calling ryujin's phone but she kept declining it
ryujin: oh my gosh, seriously!
eve: what?
ryujin showed her the phone and eve rolled her eyes
she took that phone, cleared her throat and then
eve: if you're the one that keeps calling ryujin, then stop. she doesn't want to marry you, stop being delusional
best believe she got in trouble for that
and had to issue a half-assed apology
but midzy's (and every sane kpop stan) applauded her for helping her member
safe to say the person didn't call again
clip five: 220625 solo vlive
eve: i got a car earlier this year and i'm very excited about that
comment: have you gone anywhere?
eve: i've gone to visit my parents and i let them drive it wherever they wanted, same with kibum ahjussi and i've taken the members lots of places. whenever they want to anywhere, i get to take them so i'm very happy about that
BONUS
clip: paris et itzy ep 1
they went on the boat and eve got seasick
yeji: *holding eve's hand* do you feel okay?
eve, who looks five seconds away from throwing up: i'm great! 🤠
yuna: here's water, unnie
eve smiled at her and took the water
ryujin: if you make that face, the editors won't be able to use this footage
chaeryeong: maybe try looking at the sky
the way they were trying to comfort eve and distract her from her discomfort 🥺
lia: that cloud looks like a poop!
cue the members finding shapes in the clouds
clip: weekly idol ep 450
lia: eve unnie doesn't cry easily or often
kwanghee: really?
lia: yeah. i haven't seen her cry that many times – only four times i think – but whenever i do, my heart always hurts
eunhyuk: why?
lia: i just end up thinking "how much pain is she in that she's crying?"
eunhyuk: what about tears of joy?
eve: i don't really get those. sometimes i cry when feeling an emotion, other times i can't, even if i'm feeling that same emotion
yeji: i remember one time as trainees as we were gearing up for debut–
kwanghee: before debut
yeji: –eve unnie cried bcs she was feeling stressed and overwhelmed and i didn't know what to do because i had never seen her cry and when i told lia this, she started crying because she was worried about how stressed unnie must have been
kwanghee: wow! you guys really care for each other
lia, tearing up: of course, she's our member
ryujin: now lia unnie is crying! 😯
eve hugged lia and kissed her head
eve: it's okay, juj
lia: i want unnie to be okay 🥺
eve: i'll always be okay because i have the members
eunhyuk: wahhh. you guys really care for each other
kwanghee, passing lia a tissue: they have a really strong bond
ryujin: it's our teams driving force
©️ kim nabi
#itzy 6th member#itzy added member#itzy additional member#itzy member au#kpop added member#kpop addition#kpop oc#eve kim#kim nabi#itzy eve#midzy.youtube
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Hi! Congratulations on 1.5K! I couldn’t think of anyone who deserves it more!
I wanted to request a deathclaw with the prompt “I’m trying to do the right thing! Don’t you see that?”
With the one and only Hancock!
(Silently cheering for angst in the background)
Hey everybody! Sorry there was another brief break from answering these, but I'm slowly but surely getting through all the event requests, so just keep an eye out if you're still waiting for yours!
Also, thank you to the lovely people who sent words of encouragement last week <3 Y'all helped me out a ton and I'm super grateful to you 🥰
But anyway! I liked this one a lot, and felt I could go multiple ways with it, but I ended up with this!
I hope you like it! 😁
"Hancock, I'm trying to do the right thing here, can't you see that?"
"And I'm trying to tell you I don't want any part in it, alright?"
He refused to meet their look, but they could see the way his hands flexed in frustration, the way his jaw tightened, they could hear how his voice took on that desperate rasp that only appeared when he was being defensive.
Still though, they persisted. They had to, if they were ever going to find out the truth.
"Why not? He's your bother. No one will know better than you if it's really him, or if what Piper claims is actually true."
"I can't-- Sole... He's my brother, yeah, but we ain't close. I don't even know him. Not anymore, not like I used to, and even then, I... Well, you know siblings. There was always something to fight or argue about, eventually we stopped talking, really, and..."
Sole remained quiet as he trailed off, as they watched him watch his own twisting fingers, the way they twiddled with the fabric of his belt where it settled in his lap, his eyes refusing to flit anywhere else, lest his friend be able to see the frustration there, the hurt.
"It's not that I don't wanna do something about it all, not that I don't wanna help, cuz I do. I swore the last time I did nothing that it would never be that way again, but... This shit..."
One gnarled hand swiped over Hancock's brow, like he could whisk the strain of this decision away, or even block it out completely if only he just rubbed hard enough.
"He may be an asshole, and he may not even be real, but... he's the only family I got left... you know?"
Sole's jaw tightened at that, their mind unwillingly thrusting the image of their son behind their eyes. Their son... the leader of the organization that was making Hancock go through this pain at all, like countless others forced apart from the ones they love, because of the overwhelming fear of the world with the Institute in it.
"Yeah." They nodded to him grimly, their breath very nearly refusing to leave their constricted throat. "I know."
Finally, his midnight gaze locked with their own, a knowing sympathy shining in the dark, starry depths.
"Should we even go on with the investigation, then?" Sole asked him earnestly, "I don't wanna hurt you--"
"Do what you gotta do, brother/sister." His voice was tired, as though they'd been fighting with fists rather than words, "But do me a favor?"
Sole nodded to him.
"Don't tell me what you find out. I don't wanna know."
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Crush chapters 117-121
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Chapter 117
She hits me full-on in the side with all her strength and velocity, and it knocks me out of the air. Even worse, I hear—and feel—the stone of my wing crack.
Chapter 117 summary: If you thought that things would have ended simply because I stopped for the day yesterday… you are wrong.
PLAY BALL, PART 5/?
I’m not going to give you a goddamned play-by-play of this fucking sport.
Chapter 118
It’s not the best liftoff, as the comet is now so painful, tears are leaking down the sides of my stone face. But I’m only five yards from the finish line and flying.
Chapter 118 summary: Play ball, part 6/?
Chapter 119
The rest of them take the punch to mean it’s open season, and they leap on me. Quinn—now in human form—grabs on to my free arm and starts to yank it back, back, back until it feels like it’s going to snap right off. Delphina slams her tail into my face, and blood gushes down the back of my throat, choking me.
JFC get some fucking therapy.
Also what the hell did Grace ever do to you besides existing? I seriously hope when this is all over, Finn expells all of these shitfucks and makes sure that they’re blacklisted in the supernatural world. Because what the fuck.
This power lighting up every cell in my body isn’t just mine. It’s Hudson’s. And it is ungodly.
Chapter 119 summary: Literally less than five feet from the goal, Grace is set upon by the other team, who proceed to beat the shit out of her. Grace feels like she’s going to die, because there’s no way out of it.
She closes her eyes and thinks about the memory Hudson told her about, and suddenly, all of this power floods out from her.
Chapter 120
Fee, Fi, Fo, F*ck
I haven’t been saying much about these chapter titles, but they make me want to hurt something. Preferably the author for subjecting us to them.
“I can’t wait until I’m done with you.” He sneers. “You don’t belong here. You’ve never belonged here. Foster’s just too chickenshit to admit that. But I’m not. I’m going to do everyone a favor and take care of you once and for all.”
So that’s it? He’s literally going to kill Grace simply because she’s *checks notes* human and *checks notes again* that’s it? That’s literally the only reason?
Hudson was trying to kill all of the made vampires, and Jaxon killed him. Why the fuck has nobody tried to take Cole out? He seems way more dangerous.
And then fall to my knees as wave after wave of exhaustion rolls right over me.
Chapter 120 summary: So they’re beating the shit out of Grace, and Cole leans over and basically confesses he wants to kill her simply because she exists. (Restating that I sure hope these sick fucks get expelled after this.)
Grace then taps into both her gargoyle power and Hudson’s power and she manages to stand up. The witches start firing spells at her, but with every hit, rather than going down, she gets larger and larger. She’s so huge that when the werewolves try to jump on her, she slaps them down so hard that they’re literally in tears. She slaps the dragon out of the sky so hard that she almost kills her (except for the absolute emergency non-kill function that teleports them off-field to the medical tent).
This entire time, Grace has been holding onto the ball that vibrates and burns more and more the longer you hold it. Everybody now taken care of, Grace turns and walks over to the goal, shrinking back down to normal size as she goes. By this point, she’s held onto the ball for at least ten minutes, if she had to guess.
The second she crosses the line, she passes out.
Chapter 121
And that’s when Cyrus strikes, fangs flashing a millisecond before he sinks them into my neck, right over my carotid artery
Chapter 121 summary: As people cheer for Grace’s victory, Cyrus puts down the barrier long enough for him to slip through. Even after all of that, he plans on taking Grace with him, regardless. He also accuses her of cheating, but she’s quick to throw that right back into his face. She knows that Cole wasn’t dumpster diving and happened to come across the spell to break the mating bond.
He tells her that she will never sit on the circle, but Grace tells him and the rest of the circle to fuck all the way off. He then attacks her. You know, in front of literally hundreds of witnesses. Because he’s smart like that.
#Crave series#Crush (Crave 2)#chapter 117#chapter 118#chapter 119#chapter 120#chapter 121#Grace (Crave)#so much padding#I would ask where the editor was but I think we all know there was none#what the hell is wrong with people#shitty people doing shitty things#Hudson (Crave)#random background characters are random#Cyril Vega
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𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆
summary ─ he couldn’t say anything. his brain was screaming at him to say something, but his tongue wasn’t cooperating. the lump in his throat wasn’t helpful, either.
pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ angst, ANGST, implied smut, language, alcohol consumption, reader is drunk, phone calls, emotions are bitch is the short version lol
a/n ─ henlo, i’m back but without a smut this time because something like this was mandatory lmao hope you like it! please let me know if you do and what you think about this, thank you <333
the (after) party [part one] ─ loft music [part two]
Bucky frowned deeply as he lifted himself off the bed and ditched the condom. The brief satisfaction and relief came with the sex had already washed away from his body, leaving him with a miserable feeling that he desperately tried to ignore but failed almost all the time.
He reached for his jeans after ditching the condom in the trash he spotted in the bathroom and cleaned himself with a couple wet wipes. His t-shirt was thrown over the chair at the corner of the room, so Bucky walked there to get it. He vaguely remembered his shoes being discarded at some place that was close to the door, but he had to find his socks before he got to his shoes.
“You’re leaving already?” He heard Dot ask. Her voice carried the typical disappointed tone. Bucky nodded instead of answering verbally, his eyes were searching for his socks ─ they were on the ground by her closet. Bending down, he grabbed and put them on. “I thought we could cuddle a bit,” she whined. Bucky barely surpassed his eye-roll. He didn’t like very much when women he had been with whined other than having sex.
“Got things to do,” he murmured distractedly. He checked for his wallet and phone by patting his jacket’s pockets. Both were there, so he only had to get his shoes and he could leave.
“You always say that,” she whined again. Bucky sighed harshly but stayed quiet. He pulled his jacket on and briefly ducked into the bathroom to fix his hair. When he decided that he didn’t look debauched anymore, he walked out.
“Because I have things to do,” he gritted through his teeth. As he walked out of the room, he heard the rustle of the sheets and her soft but stubborn footsteps.
“Can I see you again?” Dot asked, moving in front of him before he could open the front door and sneaked out. “I really had a good time, baby.” She batted her lashes, gave him a sly smirk, mischievous sparks were going off in her eyes. Her hands grabbed front of his jacket, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes; now they were nose to nose. “Like tomorrow? Can I see you then?” Bucky shrugged, making her hands fell from his jacket and he took a step back.
“No,” he said. “One night stand term means one night,” he added, practically hissing. He made a move to the door but froze when he heard her.
“Then why did you fuck Y/N for months?” Dot snarled. “Everybody knew, knew that you fucked her for months and saw her again and again─” Bucky turned his body to her. In a blink, he was in front of her and crowded her against the wall. She looked at him, fear all over her face.
“You’re not her,” Bucky hissed. “You’ll never be her. Talk shit about her like that again, it won’t end pretty for you, baby.” Bucky looked at her for another couple seconds and then stormed out of the apartment.
As he walked down the empty street, his body was strangely cold. His chest was heaving with harsh breaths, his eyes were stinging and he had to blink to clear his sight before he realized that he had fucking tears in his eyes.
He sniffed as he wrapped his jacket around his body and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Shoulder up to his ears, Bucky walked down the street with his eyes stinging from the tears he’s been desperately trying to hold back. He didn’t remember a time where he wanted to cry, where he felt… vulnerable. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, couldn’t see any reason for it, except─
Bucky sighed. The words he said to Dot filled his mind. Shit, he thought. Dot was so going to tell that to everyone. When Bucky took a moment to think about that, that Dot telling everyone what he said to her, he found himself not giving any flying fucks about it. He didn’t care. She could tell anyone she wanted to, Bucky didn’t care.
Because it was the truth.
Dot was not you, would never be you, not in a million years. It really wouldn’t end pretty for Dot if she were to continue talk shit about you ─ which Bucky assumed Dot was going to because she’d most likely to be jealous now. Good, Bucky thought. Dot was great in bed, Bucky liked how vocal she was and how she told him whatever she wanted at that moment, but she wasn’t a very good person other than that. He could care less.
Bucky took a deep breath. There was a lump sitting in his throat, eyes stinging still, and his nose was burning a bit. He wanted to let go, but he didn’t know how. He never let go before.
Just as he sniffed and blinked a couple times to get rid of the tears, he heard his phone going off in his pocket. Pausing for a second on the sidewalk, he pulled it out only to see your name flashing back at him on his phone screen. Bucky frowned. The worry filled his chest, and whoa, it never happened before, and he accepted the call.
“YN/?” He said, the frown still visible on his face, and his eyes were still teary but there was worry in them, now. “Are you okay?” He didn’t hear anything for a short while. There was no sound, no background noise or your voice ringing in his ear. Frown deepening, Bucky pulled the phone off his face to check if you were still on the line, and you were. “Y/N? Are you there?”
“Why didja hav’to fuck me up like t’at?” You finally said, words slurring. Bucky blinked. Were you drunk? You never slurred unless you were drunk out of your mind.
“Y/N, where are you?” Bucky asked immediately. His mind was going off places where you might be, and some terrible imaginative scenes were playing in his mind. “I’m comin’ to pick you up,” he said. “Where are you, baby?” He didn’t mean to call you that, but it became a habit after all the time he spent with you.
He heard you chuckle adorably in his ear. “I love when you call me that,” you said, making him smile faintly. The worry was still there, though. “Makes me feel like ‘m somethin’ precious.” Bucky swallowed the words ‘it’s because you’re’, only to make the lump sitting on his throat bigger. “Why didja have to do it?”
“What do you mean?” Bucky asked right back. He had no idea what you were talking about and figured if he made you talk, you might tell him where you were. He heard you sniff and some glasses clinking. There was a faint cheering sound on the background. “Baby, where are you?”
“You made me fall in love with you,” you murmured, and it was the most sober you sounded since he picked up. Bucky froze. His somehow already cold body was even colder now, his lungs were rejecting the oxygen and he felt his eyes burning even more. The muscle in his jaw clenched. “I loved you, but you walked away. Why did you do it?”
What could he possibly to say to that?
Because I was scared that I love you, too?
Because I’m a fuck up, and you deserve better?
Because I love you so much, I’d kill for you?
None of the answers would justify what he did, he knew, but goddammit, he was fucking scared. He didn’t want to get hurt again; he went through that heartbreak once and it was enough for him for a lifetime. After that phase of his life, he became cruel to his partners, he knew this, too. He took his pain and anger out of them most of the time, and the thought of he might have fallen in love again was terrifying.
“You left me behind at that party,” you continued. “I know we broke up way before that─” You cut yourself off with an emotionless laugh that sounded much more like a sob. “Did we even have a relationship, Bucky?” You sounded so upset, so small and sad, all Bucky wanted to do was to reach out to you through his phone and give you a big hug. “I always thought we did, but I knew you never see me in that way. I know I’m not enough.”
Oh, it hurt.
It hurt like motherfucker.
Bucky felt his heart skip a few beats, seizing up in its small cage, as the tears in his eyes finally rolled down his cheeks. The tears burned their way down his frozen face, his tingling nose was a great company to its burn. He couldn’t say anything. His brain was screaming at him to say something, but his tongue wasn’t cooperating. The lump in his throat wasn’t helpful, either.
“I loved how special you made me feel,” you murmured with a small voice, it felt like you were smiling. Sniffing lightly, you continued. “I liked how you got to know me so well. It made me feel like I was being cared for, like someone was finally giving their attention to me fully.”
Bucky tried to swallow the lump so that he could say something, but it didn’t budge. His throat was burning with the urge to scream; tears still rolling down on his cheeks and wetting his face, his body was an ice cube, but your voice warmed him up a bit.
He knew he had to come forward with his feelings, he had to face with them, but he was scared; so scared that it was making him slowly lose the best thing in his life.
“You broke my heart, but I love you anyway,” you whispered. “Why I love you still, Bucky? I don’t want to. It only hurts me more.” Bucky’s chin trembled. You didn’t want to love him, and he made that. He caused that. He hated himself for it. He hated how fucked up he was to make you hate to love someone.
Sniffing, Bucky cleared his throat. “Y/N,” he started. “Where are you?” He heard you sob, more glass clinking and suddenly, all the noise was cut off. “Y/N?” Please, he thought, please tell me where you are, please.
“It hurt me to kick you out the other night,” you said instead. Bucky closed his eyes, sending another wave of tears down his cheeks. “All I wanted to do was to snuggle with you like we used to, but that night at the party… You hurt me so much, James.”
Fuck, Bucky forgot how much heartbreak could hurt him, how much pain it had brought with itself. His heart was skipping beats, his body felt cold and strange to him, his hands were trembling and his eyes kept producing more tears.
Bucky was hurting. He was hurting so much.
He hated himself for being a coward.
“Y/N,” Bucky said. “I’m begging you, please, please, tell me where you are, baby. Please.” He listened to your sniffs and soft sobs for a minute. He waited patiently for you to answer him. His head was buzzing, a headache was slowly tearing its way through, his eyes were hurting from all the silent crying he was doing and he was cold.
He craved your hug. They always made him feel warm.
“Transviolet,” you whispered. “I don’t wanna see you, though. Just makes me wanna cry.” Bucky sighed. He knew where you were now, and even though it was going to hurt you to see him, he had to make sure that you were alright and safe. Taking a deep breath, Bucky looked around. Surprisingly, he was very close to Transviolet.
“Five minutes, baby,” he said. “I know you don’t wanna see me, but I wanna make sure you’re alright. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” Bucky quickly crossed the street, using his long legs to his advantage; he started to take big steps, almost running. “Stay with me. Stay on the phone.” He heard your soft hum of approval.
“Dunno if I ever stop,” you murmured when he round the corner to the street that led to the bar you were waiting for him.
“Stop what, honey?” Bucky kept the conversation going, he had to. He couldn’t let you go non-verbal on him while you were this drunk. You could go as much non-verbal as you wanted to when he was near you.
“Loving you,” you answered him, and Bucky stumbled over his next step. All this time, Bucky somehow always knew that you were in love with him, but hearing it was a total different experience. He didn’t know hearing it could get addictive, though, it was new.
Clearing his throat lightly, Bucky carefully voiced his words: “Do you want to? Truly, I mean.” You hummed. Bucky started walking again, and he could actually see the sign: Neon purple color was winking at him in the middle of the night. His feet quickened their pace.
“No,” you murmured. “But I should.” Bucky felt his heart break into the nth piece with your words, but he deserved them. He deserved to hear those words, but he did not deserve you. He sighed. “You hurt me so much, but make me feel like I’m someone who can be loved. It’s weird.” Bucky faintly smiled at your whiny voice.
“Is it?” He said, just to keep you talking. He was so close now, and he could actually see you standing in front of the bar. You were against the wall, arms folded against your chest, and you were trembling slightly. Bucky frowned. “I’m almost there, honey,” he murmured. You hummed again. Looking around, Bucky started running towards you when he didn’t see any cars on the street. His arms were itching to wrap around you.
Bucky ended the call when he stepped onto the sidewalk you were standing on. You lifted your head and looked at him a little sleepily. “Hey there, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered. You smiled widely. Bucky smiled at you right back. Scooping you up in his arms, he held you against him tightly. “Let’s get you home, alright?” You nodded, leaning into his touch. He called an Uber while never releasing his hold on you. You probably had your coat and bag inside, and he had to get you your coat, you were freezing. “C’mon,” he murmured as he led you inside. You shivered when the warm atmosphere of the bar hit your frozen body.
Quickly finding your bag and coat, Bucky put them on you but slung your bag over his shoulder. You were leaning into him fully, now, totally taking advantage of his newly renewed body heat. Your hair smelled like your shampoo, and Bucky felt tears collecting in his eyes again. He blinked them away. To distract himself, he pulled out his phone and opened his group chat with his friends.
what would y’all say if i were to tell you that i’m in love? pls answer honestly, he pressed sent and saw Steve and Sam writing their responses.
i would say you’re bullshitting me, Sam said, and Bucky rolled his eyes. you don’t love, barnes, he added.
ditto, Steve sent. you only make them fall in love and just walk away. that’s your brand, pal. Bucky felt the hurt poking him harshly again, and he closed his eyes for a second, focusing on your sweet scent to calm himself down. His phone pinged. It was Clint and Loki.
you usually just fuck them, man, you don’t love, Clint said. Ouch, Bucky thought.
sometimes you drive them to the brink of suicide, too, Loki sent, and Bucky clenched his jaw. He could see Steve, Sam and Clint objecting immediately, but it was true. It had happened once. Biting his lip, Bucky wrote a reply with shaky hands.
i do, though. i really love her, he sent. The other immediately started writing something back. i’d die for her, y’know. i really would. The ‘writing’ thing disappeared. Bucky heard a honk and looked outside. gotta go, he sent quickly and locked his phone.
“Come on, honey,” he murmured softly to you, and you whined. “Home, love, we’re going home.” You looked up at him, sleepy expression all over your face. Bucky smiled. His fingers fixed your hair with gentle moves. You closed your eyes and nuzzled his hand when it cradled your cheek.
“Mmm,” you purred adorably. “Love you,” you whispered. Bucky surpassed the soft whimper that almost crawled out of his mouth. Instead he kissed your forehead and led you to the Uber waiting for you guys outside.
Once inside the car, Bucky cuddled you against his body. Your sweet scent filling up his lungs, body next to his, he relaxed a little. You were almost asleep when he whispered: “I love you, too.”
You just hummed, burying your face into the crook of his neck while holding onto him tightly. Bucky placed another kiss on your forehead and rested his cheek on your hair.
Then, Bucky took a deep, deep, breath and let go. He let the hurt and tears mix as he cried and cried silently all the while holding you against his chest, cradling you in his arms as if you were something precious.
“I love you so much, too,” he whispered again just because he could and buried a soft sob into your hair.
It hurt so much, the pain was leaving him breathless most of the time, but Bucky was used to it.
He had been used to it for a long time. He could handle it like he did before.
He just wasn’t sure if this time he would be able to survive it.
#bucky barnes x reader#fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader#fuckboy!bucky#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky x you#bucky barnes x you#valerie
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The One Where She Got A Dog
Yelena Belova X Reader
Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2
Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic
AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.
Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio. She laughed when you said you were too.
Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer.
"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica.
"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked.
You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?"
"There." She points at the screen.
"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?"
Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest).
She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question.
"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean."
You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas."
You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here.
"No timer?," she asked.
"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart."
Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?"
"Something like that."
The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better.
But she can't know.
"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze.
Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…
There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her.
But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you.
"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…"
Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but…
"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that."
Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair."
You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo"
"What was that?"
You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…"
Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too."
The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before.
"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?"
"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier– looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too."
Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?"
You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them."
As you finished your sentence you reached for the door, but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over.
The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart.
"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her– that is how eerily quiet it is.
Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then."
Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?"
"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here– just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too."
Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!"
Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch."
Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them."
They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.
"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective."
Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light.
Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip.
"So cute…"
You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence.
"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice."
You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry."
You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually."
The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair.
"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup.
"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…"
You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house.
"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.
Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down.
You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?"
Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was."
The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes.
You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?"
"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…"
"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything."
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Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep.
You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home.
The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before.
"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place.
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Doesn't she love me anymore?
(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it as much as I do!
Summary: Spencer's daughter starts to question why her mother left the small family early on
Warnings: Mentions/undertones of bullying, an absent parent and descreptions of the concequences for the child, So. Much. Angsty. Feelings.
Wordcount: 2.5k
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“Daddy?” Spencer turns around from the frying pan to look at his daughter. Against common belief, he is quite the cook. But this only started when he became a father, after he realized a child won’t be able to live off of a diet consisting of coffee and anxiety, just like he did at the time. “Yes, Sweetheart?”
She looks down to the piece of paper on the kitchen counter in front of her. “Why did Mommy leave us?”
The spatula falls to the ground. It’s a question the father did not expect on a Tuesday morning before school. “It’s because of me, isn’t it? She saw me the first time and didn’t want me anymore. It’s my fault Mommy left us, left you, just like Linda said.” Tears begin to stream down her face.
“No no no”, her father is quick to turn off the heat and walks around the island to hug his daughter. “None of this is your fault. I don’t know what this Linda said, but it is not true. Your mother had her own reasons to stay out of our lives, but it has nothing to do with you.”
This doesn’t calm her down. “What are her reasons? Why did she leave us? Why did leave me?” Frantically she tries to keep her sobs down in order to speak. Spencer never has seen her this upset.
“Sweetheart, are you sure you are in the right state to talk about it now? Why don’t we calm down and get something for breakfast on our way to school and talk about it after I pick you up this afternoon?” He suggests, hoping the thought of a cup of hot chocolate from their favorite bakery would help her.
(Y/N) looks up at him with bloodshot and glassy eyes. Snot runs down from her nose. Spencer is quick to get her a tissue and make her blow into it, cringing internally about all those germs. “Do you promise to tell me more after school?” Big eyes look up at him and the father hurts. It hurts him, because there are so many things in her future that will break her and all that because of her mother. He can’t shield her from all of it, as much as he wants to he isn’t able. Because there always will be people, people like this Linda, who will make the girl conscious of her absent mother.
“I promise”, he tells her and holds his little finger out for her. (Y/N) smiles while linking hers with his, knowing her father will keep this promise just like any other of his. “Good, and now pack up we got a bakery to visit!” Quickly the girl grabs the piece of paper in front of her only to shove it into her backpack.
A little later she sits at her desk and looks at her teacher expectantly, just like her fellow classmates. “Ok children, today we won’t work further on our addition and subtraction worksheets-” The teacher’s sentence is cut short by the eruption of cheerful shouts. Just (Y/N) looks at the multiplication sheet in front of her.
The teacher is quick to quiet the class again. “Instead we will continue our work on the mother’s card you started doing yesterday. Linda was so kind to tell me that you don’t have the chance to finish them at home, because your moms are there. That is why you do it here and your worksheets at home.”
With a frown on her face (Y/N) pulls out the blank piece of paper that made her feel bad ever since her teacher handed it out to her yesterday. While everybody around her chatters happily with other classmates, she just stares at the paper. It is a reminder of something she doesn’t have, something she lacks and will never get: A real mother. A hug from her mother. Not even the motherly reassurance one gets after a nightmare. Nothing.
“Hey orphan. Ya realizing your mom doesn’t love you and that’s why she left you?” Linda, someone (Y/N) later learns to call a Mean Girl, struts up to the younger one’s desk. A sigh leaves her lips before answering. “You do know for an orphan I need to have neither a mommy nor a daddy. And I do for a fact have a dad, a loving one actually.”
A more light than hard slap on the back of her head makes the girl’s body jolt. “I don’t care, but I know that your mom hates you enough just after looking at you to know she doesn’t want anything to do with you.” After that Linda goes back to her table, leaving (Y/N) feeling more miserable than before.
Some starring on the paper later her teacher passes her table. “Is there something you want to talk about, Sweetheart? You seem very sad.” That is an obvious fact. Finally the girl is able to lift her gaze. “Miss Ramirez, I don’t know what to do.” This is probably the first time ever she said this sentence in school.
“Mother’s day is in a few days, Sweetie, and this is why we all make these cards. It’s a thank you to your mom and a way to show her how much you love her. You love your mom, don’t you?” The shake of her head shocks the teacher. Immediately an alarming signal rings through her head, because this is a red flag. “Why? Did she do something?”
“Miss Ramirez, I don’t have a mommy. She- she left Daddy and me.” Tears fill (Y/N)’s eyes. Her teacher is quick to hug and sush her. “Oh Sweetie, this is not a bad thing. I’m sure your mom loves you very much, even if she is not there with you. Do you wanna go out for a bit to calm down?” Meanwhile she connects the obvious signs of a single dad in her mind. Missed parent teacher conferences, unnecessary hovering over the child and the tendency to be categorized as a helicopter parent. Yes, Dr. Reid ticks all of those boxes.
It’s the second time of the day that an adult asked (Y/N) to calm down, and frankly it doesn’t really help with the situation at hand. “Can I do my homework outside? It’s too loud in here”, she asks between sniffles. Both of them know that the class’ volume is not the real reason for the request. “Of course, Sweetheart. If you need something, just come in and ask me. Alright?” (Y/N) nods and gets her multiplication sheet and a pencil before leaving the classroom.
At the end of the school day, Spencer is there to pick up his daughter. For days like these, where are no cases, Hotch gave him a free pass on (Y/N)’s very first day at school to leave the office earlier to be able to pick her up himself. As a father and someone who works the same high demanding job as him, he knows that little things like these are often the most important. And even if there were a case today, Spencer would have stayed back. He promised his daughter the truth and this is what he is going to tell her.
“Hey Dr. Reid. Do you have a moment?” Her teacher greets him at the classroom door. Concerned about his child’s wellbeing he nods and follows her back out of the room. “I gave the children the assignment of creating a card for their mothers, because mother’s day is rolling around. Today (Y/N) told me her mother left you, is that right?” This is the moment Spencer connects the dots. This is the kick off that made her question her mother’s motives about leaving all of the sudden.
The young doctor clears his throat. “Uhm yes, that is right. Actually, I’m going to talk to her about it right after school on her demand.” Miss Ramirez nods with an understanding nod. “Thank you for your honesty, Dr. Reid. I also want to warn you, in two days we will hold a celebration in honor of mother’s day with the kids’ mothers. You are invited as a father, because this is a special situation. But I also give (Y/N) a free pass for this event. It can be very traumatic for her.”
The dad thanks her, but his thoughts are somewhere else. He is mad. He is mad for his daughter, because she will always be the one with a “special situation”. The odd one, because yeah, it isn’t uncommon for fathers to leave (which isn’t anything less sad and traumatic), but an absent mother hits differently.
But Spencer is also hurt. Hurt, because for her young age, there is already the word “traumatic” thrown around. No, it isn’t enough that her dad works a job with the risk of him not coming home from a case again, or being the target of an enemy. No, she also has to go through the experience of missing a parent, never knowing how her life would be if it wasn’t for someone like her mother.
Even with Spencer trying to fill that role, there will be a time where (Y/N) will ask herself all of the “what ifs”. He can’t stop it from happening, and that is his biggest pain right there. Because he can’t shield her from her own thoughts. At the age of six she already is a bright, brilliant and talented mind. Now in a few years or maybe just months, she will start to think about her mother being the root of her pain, bad experiences and hurt. Her thoughts will lead to a downward spiral of how a person can do something like her mother, who acted like that with the knowledge of which consequences will follow. And Spencer can’t stop this from happening.
“Daddy!” A small thud comes from (Y/N) colliding with his leg. Just by the way she squeezes it he knows that she hasn’t had a good day at school. “Hey Baby. Do you want to go to the office for a bit? I think your Auntie Penelope told me something about a new science set she got for you. Or do you want to go straight home?” Spencer asks after lifting her into his arms. Immediately she hides her face into the crook of his neck. “Home”, she murmurs. Home it is then.
“Aaaaaand here comes the little missy’s hot chocolate!” The father says in a funny voice while carefully putting the cup into his daughter’s hands. She sits covered in a blanket on the sofa, looking expectantly at her father.
Spencer sighs at the lack of reaction. “Are you sure you want to hear it?” (Y/N) nods adamantly. “Ok, but I got to go a bit back for this story
“It was about eight years ago, I worked on a case with your Aunties and Uncles back then. I was the one who had to get the last round of coffee for the night at a small 24/7 diner. As I walked in I thought I died, because I was sure an angel stood right in front of me. Well not-” “Is that Mommy?!” (Y/N) cuts him off excitedly. Spencer smiles slightly. “You need to listen to the story!” The girl shifts in her seat. “Right, sorry.”
As I was saying: well in front, because she sat at the bar waiting for her order. I nervously ordered the coffees and had to begin three times, because I kept messing up, mesmerized by her sole atmosphere. As the waiter went to put the coffee pot on, the woman turned towards me and introduced herself. After that she asked me what I was doing late at night in a small town like that and we somehow forgot everything around us by just talking. After that we stayed in touch. Six months later we became a couple, she moved to DC in order for me to still be able to do my job here.
“Two years later your Mom got pregnant with you, and it was quite a surprise to us. But we felt ready at that time and so she moved in with me and we had you. The first few months were great, we couldn’t be happier. BUt then you continuously became ill. At first just a cold, then the pocks and so on. I think it was the third night in a row where you held us up all night. I took a year off from work to care for you with your Mom. I carried you through our apartment the whole night, giving you a bottle, singing, reading, doing anything.
“Then I saw her standing in the doorway. Even though there was baby vomit on her sweatpants and I had never seen her eye bags being this dark, she was the most beautiful woman to me. I approached her with a smile, but her frown only deepened. I thought it was because she worried about you and your health. Instead she told me she can’t do it. She can’t be a mother, that she wasn’t cut for this job.” Her exact words still resonate in Spencer’s ears to this day. He knows exactly what she said, word for word, and they never stopped to sting any less.
“So Mommy left us because I was too much trouble?” (Y/N)’s voice sounds even sadder than before. “No, it never was because of you. She knew exactly what it meant to have a child. Your mother knew what kind of work it takes and what the future brought. You have absolutely nothing to do with it. Some people are just not made to be parents and it’s better when they realize it themselves and leave the situation.”
(Y/N) nods, her mind running wild. All of that makes plenty of sense but at the same time not. “Sweetheart, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and I will never leave you. You are my everything and I’m so happy to be a dad to such a wonderful little girl like you. I want you to remember that your Mom may not be here with us, but she still loves you. And I’m here for you, for anything you need, want or don’t want. Do you understand me?”
She nods again and curls up into her father’s lap. “Can we watch something?” She asks after a bit of silence, where both of them indulged their own thoughts. Quickly the TV turned on and some kids movie plays. The rest of the day the small family spends all the time cuddled on the couch, because at the moment they need to feel the other there with them.
The next two days Spencer calls (Y/N) in sick at school and himself at work, because together they fly to Vegas. Just because her own mother wasn’t ready for the job, doesn’t mean they can’t appreciate the work her grandmother did as a mother. That and you never know how much time you have left with the people who are dear to you.
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I want to apologize outright for subjecting you to my nonsense again, but if I may, I'd like to request prompts based on the song Sex Rhymes by Schaffer the Darklord. You are the only person I can trust with this. Thank you!
Don't worry, this was one of my favorite ones to do so don't even apologize!
1) "You're kind of annoying." "Then why do you like having sex with me?" "You're less annoying when I'm fucking you."
2) "Are you in love with me?" "Of course I am." "Why?" "Because even though you're really loud and angry and mean to everybody you're really nice to me."
3) "Why do you care where I go or who I'm with?" "Because I love you." "Why?" "I don't know... do you love me?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Because even though you're fucking weird, and I can't stand half the shit you do, you're the only person I like to be around."
4) "You're so dramatic." "You just told me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me!" "Yeah, I didn't know you were gonna cry about it." "You love me? You really love me?" "Of course I love you, that's why I wanna marry you, dummy."
5) "If you say one more word I might slam you into the floor." "In a sexy way?" "Why do I hang out with you?" "Because you love me."
6) "Why am I in love with you?" "Because you love the way I sound when you're between my legs. And I make really good cookies for you when you're sad. And I'm a good kisser." "Oh yeah. Forgot about the last one, come over here and remind me how good."
7) "Are you gonna handcuff me to the bed again?" "Depends? Are you going to annoy me during my show?" "Yes." "Then yes." "Can we have sex after?" "Only if you say please in that voice I like."
8) "We could be kissing right now." "You've said that ten times already, get off my lap." "Well, we could be kissing right now!" "If I kiss you for a few minutes will you settle down?" "Maybe."
9) "You're really mean to me sometimes." "Because I said you can't adopt twenty-two cats?" "Yes!" "Are you crying?" "Obviously!" "Oh my god."
10) "I am going to wrap my hands around your throat and-" "Fuck me?" "Kill you." "Less sexy."
1) Person A is an angry person who hates the world and everyone in it. Person B is the physical embodiment of smiley faces and rainbows. Person B is a very hyper person who talks too much and while A finds that annoying they're still physically attracted to B. When B starts talking too fast A kisses them to shut them up once. From then on out B keeps talking to make A do it again and again. It isn't until A does it six times that B asks if they're dating.
2) Person A is an extrovert and Person B prefers to be left alone. Despite that A latches onto B and confesses they're in love with them. B never really says much about feelings but the two end up living together. It isn't until A is pretending to be asleep that Person B confesses they love them back.
3) Person A gets annoyed easily but begins dating Person B who is the most annoying person on the planet but in a fun way. When B gets too talkative Person A only has to put a hand on B's throat. Their friends think A might be hurting B. When questioned B laughs it off and admits that it's Person A's way of saying if B stops talking they'll reward them in bed later. When they ask what B does to signal that they'll reward A they watch Person A talk about something they find annoying and Person B just sits in their lap and makes them quiet. It then becomes a thing amongst their friends to nudge A or B when the other is being annoying telling them "Hey, they're being annoying, can you do the thing?"
4) Person A, normally very cheerful and ditsy, gets out of a incredibly bad relationship. When their friends discover how bad A's previous partner was, they act different. Person B, someone who's very loud and angry, who happens to be friends with A, changes the way they talk to A. Their friends notice how sweet B is to A and how the two get closer over time. When A's ex, Person C, decides they want to get back with Person A, Person B is the one to step in and shut that down. While they're rude and mean to C, the moment C leaves they go back to their soft voice to ask A if they're okay. A and B begin dating and their friends like to tease B about how soft they are for A.
5) Person A has always been an angry person who doesn't like anyone. That's why their friends are surprised when Person A reveals that they're dating someone and want them all to meet them. They're worried the person will be just like A but are shocked to find they're dating Person B. B is a very friendly and happy person who's never done anything wrong in their life. They're shocked to see B invade A's space and sit in their lap or cuddle with them without being pushed away or told they're annoying Person A. They're all shocked to find A is completely whipped and happy to do or give B anything they want by giving A puppy eyes. It's then that they all realize they've never seen what A is like when they're in love with someone. (Bonus if they use B's ability to get A to do what they want to get them to go on vacations and more outings together.)
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good doctor kreizler ch. 2: book of revelations
summary ↠ sequel to good doctor kreizler // the case of the murdered boys continues, and you're suddenly overcome with terrible emotions for seemingly no reason. but laszlo knows why.
pairing ↠ laszlo kreizler x fem!reader (y/n)
word count ↠ 3.3k
warnings ↠ explicit language, mentions of menstruation, nausea, and pregnancy, descriptions of violence against children (yknow how the alienist works lmao)
a/n ↠ enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio!
You sighed heavily and pressed your palm to your diaphragm. Your corset was causing more discomfort than usual, but you could look past it. There were deeds that needed to be done. You stood up from your chair and moved to the telephone on the wall, and you caught the side-long glance that an officer gave you. Perhaps it was some sort of confidence that being with Laszlo gave you, but you found yourself saying, “Can I help you, sir?”
“D’ya need help with that telephone?” the man asked, puffing at a cigarette. The smell of it made you feel ill, especially the way he blew it nearly directly at you. “It can be awfully difficult for a lady.”
You gave him a plantative smile, and you said, “I can manage. Thank you, though.”
“You sure?” he asked. “Because I’d be more than happy to oblige you.”
“Really,” you said, taking up the end of the telephone. “I can do it.”
The man took a step closer, and he placed a hand on your waist. “You think, because you work for the police, you can be a bitch?” he hissed. “If a gentleman offers you help, you take it.”
The door to the room swung open, and you turned to see your lover there, wearing your favorite emerald-green suit and black coat. Laszlo was a gift from the gods, for sure. He made sure you knew that you were worthy of what you were given in the world, and he strived to give you more. Every time he presented you with a new dress or necklace, you always kissed him to show your gratitude, but reminded him that such gifts were not necessary. “You’re the only thing I ask for,” you would remind him. You knew that the thought of it troubled the good doctor, that he was worried that he wasn’t enough, but, every night, you kissed his shoulder and arm and assured him that he was more than what you deserved. You trusted Laszlo with your body, soul, mind, and heart, and he did the same of you.
Which is why you were thankful for the little fibs he would tell every so often to save face. “I would greatly appreciate it if you removed your hand from my wife,” Laszlo said firmly, his accent stronger than usual; his German gravel was intimidating to those who only knew him from stories in the newspaper. “New York’s finest and all…”
The officer took a step back from you, and Laszlo moved closer to you. “What do I owe this visit, sweetheart?” you asked, pressing your hands to his chest. Laszlo bent down and swiped his lips along your cheek, and you felt yourself grow warm at his unusual display of public affection.
“You left a file at home,” Laszlo said. “I remember you talking about transcribing it.”
You cooed softly, and Laszlo reached into his coat and extracted the file folder for you. “You’re so good,” you told him. “What can I do to repay you? I’m sure I’m making you late to the Institute.”
Laszlo tilted his head as he thought, and he put his hand on your waist, right where the officer had put his. Laszlo was hardly a jealous man, but the moments where his mood matched his suit made you giggle. He was a world-renowned alienist, but he was truly just a teenage boy in mind and matter. “Let me take you to dinner tonight,” Laszlo said, and you groaned. “And the opera. Please, my beloved, just one night.”
“Las, I told you, I don’t like when you spend your money on me,” you grumbled. “Just, please. I’m perfectly happy taking dinner at home. In fact, I prefer it more!”
“More than Delmonico’s?” Laszlo asked. “What if I invited John and Sara and the Isaacsons?”
“No, Laszlo,” you giggled, and you pressed your thumb into the little dimple in his chin. “The problem certainly will not be solved by adding more people. Can we just stay home tonight and listen to an opera on the gramophone? We’ve both been working very hard lately, I’d just like a simple night with you.”
“A simple night,” Laszlo said softly, pulling the words around in his mouth. “My beloved, I am not a simple man.”
“Boy, that’s the truth,” you chuckled, and you moved from his grip to return to your desk. “Maybe next week, we can go to the opera. Alright?”
Laszlo chuckled lightly, and he tugged you close and laid a kiss on your forehead. “Whatever you’d like, my beloved,” he told you. “When can I expect you at the Institute?”
You pulled Laszlo’s left arm up to your face and looked at his watch, ticking away at half noon, and you said, “Around three or so. Would you mind having some tea ready for when I get there? I’m feeling plain awful today.”
“What’s wrong?” Laszlo asked, and you smiled at the sudden emergence of Dr. Kreizler. While his degree wasn’t exactly in physical medicine, he always liked to be the first to examine you for maladies if they arose.
“Oh, nothing,” you sighed, waving your hand dismissively. “Just a bit of a stomach ache. I assume it’s nearing that time of the month for me, Las, you know how I get.”
“Of course,” Laszlo said softly. “You know, you could have just told me that’s why you didn’t want to eat at Delmonico’s tonight.”
You looked around quickly, finding the small space empty void for you and your lover, and you carefully took the furred lapel of Laszlo’s coat between your fingers and tugged him close, close enough for you to smell the lavender pastile that he liked so much. “Truly, my reason was more than that,” you whispered. “I wanted you to ravage me tonight, for as long as we both can bear.”
You almost missed the way that Laszlo’s breath hitched in his throat, but you were glad you noticed it. “It is getting to be that time, isn’t it?” he said carefully. “Increase in libido is a common side effect of menstruation.”
You hummed softly and pressed your fingers to his cheek. “I love it when you talk like that,” you said. “You’re so wonderfully smart, Las, I wish you wouldn’t be ashamed to show it.”
“I’m not,” Laszlo said. “You just choose to ignore my intelligence.”
“Now, why in the world would I do that?” you laughed. “You ought to be getting to the Institute. I’ll see you shortly.”
Laszlo gave you a warm smile and kissed your cheek, and you felt yourself shiver at his lips. God, you could hardly believe how much you loved him. You felt your stomach flutter, and you heaved a sigh. “I love you,” Laszlo said softly, and he brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you soon, my beloved.”
You fixed your jaw and swallowed down the ungodly feeling in your throat. Something was wrong, you could tell. The usual air of the parlor was not there, the cheerful if slightly remorseful lightness. Instead, the parlor was overtaken with a heady sadness that completely outweighed the macabre curiosity.
“Laslzo,” you said quickly, dropping your briefcase by the table, and you joined your lover at the window. He was smoking his pipe, something you had only ever seen him do a handful of times before, and you immediately ran your hand soothingly down his back. “What’s happened?”
“Another body,” Laszlo mumbled. “Another child.”
You bristled. “But-But I thought we had figured it out? The murderer followed Catholic holy days?”
“That was a suitable theory at the time,” Laszlo said. His gaze was fixed to the outside world through the murky glass, and you looked around the room. John was sitting at the long table, absently sketching something, and Sara was studying the chalkboard that was covered in Laszlo’s neat script. “But he’s gone off schedule, and we might as well be back where we started.”
“Not really,” you said softly. “I mean, so he jumped ahead a few days. If the body bears the same marks, if the victim is the same as the others, I don’t see why a change in date--”
“Of course you don’t,” Laszlo scoffed, and he stepped away from you.
You were stunned silent, and you watched Laszlo move back to the table with the heaps of paperwork. “What does that mean?” you asked.
“You’re not looking at the entire picture,” Laszlo said sharply. “You’re only focused on the way he changed the date, not the why. Why did he change his schedule, why is there another body weeks ahead of the next holy day? Now we have to be concerned if it’s even the same murderer. Is it a copycat murderer that hasn’t pinned down the schedule as we have? There are many moving parts to this that you don’t seem to comprehend.”
“Las, I do see that,” you countered. The way he doubted you stung your chest, but that was Laszlo. When he was angry, he lashed out. You had come to accept him, even if the words he said truly hurt. You saw Sara turn to look at you, a hint of pity in her blue eyes, and you sighed. “Look, do we have records of the new victim’s body? Perhaps that will give us insight.”
“Yes,” John said quickly, not even giving Laslzo a chance to answer and cut your feelings even deeper. Why had his admonitions hurt so much more than usual? You were afraid that, if he spoke to you like that again, you would start crying. And then they would be right, everybody would be right: a woman was too delicate to handle crimes like this. “I visited the morgue as soon as I heard. I sketched what I could manage, and took notes of everything else.”
You moved around to join John at the other side of the table, choosing to ignore Laszlo. You could feel his eyes follow you as you bent towards John to look at his sketches, and your eyes followed the charcoal lines of a young boy. Like the others, his eyes were plucked out, his throat slit, and his hand cut off, but a few errant marks on the boy’s stomach made you tilt your head. “What’s this?” you asked, gently tracing the lines with your finger. Soot of the charcoal came off on your fingertip, but you paid little attention to it.
“Our murderer made gashes in the boy’s stomach,” John said. “This one--” he pointed to a particular line, “Was deep enough to view the intestines. Four in total, but they don’t seem to follow a pattern.”
“Everything follows a pattern, John,” Laszlo said quickly. “We just haven’t found it yet.”
“Four…” you mumbled. “And this sketch is accurate to scale?” John nodded, and your eyes studied it for a moment longer. Four of them, two of them a bit shorter than the others. Those two were situated at the bottom of the boy’s belly, right where the V of his hip bones would be, and the one of them was at the top, just under his breastbone. The fourth, the biggest, longest, deepest, was straight down the middle, bisecting the boy’s navel.
Your vision became blurred. Your breath came in gasps, and you felt dizzy. A terrible sickness crawled up your throat, and you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth to stop the flow of vomit. Vomit. You never vomited, not even when you had viewed past victims’ bodies in person. The smell of corpses wasn’t even enough to make you ill, but your heart quickened when you cast another glance to the sketch.
You fell into a chair besides John, and you gasped, “I think I’m gonna be sick--”
Sara came to clutch your hand in an instant, and John hurried to hide the sketch. “Las,” you mumbled. “Can you get me some water, sweetheart?”
“I’d rather stay here with you,” Laszlo said quickly. Your other hand was filled by his, and you cast a glance upwards at him. Now, instead of the tepid malice that he had had in his eyes, he had complete worry.
“I’ll get you some water,” John said. “Laszlo, watch over her. I’ll be back.”
“What happened?” Sara asked. “You started to sway and turned a ghostly pale. Did you see something?”
“J-Just those gashes,” you mumbled. “They-They looked like scars my mother had.”
“Scars?” Laszlo asked. “What do you mean?”
You sniffled, and took your hands from both grasps to wring in your lap. “I was born via Cesarean section,” you said. “M-My mother had been sick and fragile since before she was pregnant with me, and her doctor advised against natural childbirth. She had a scar right down the middle of her stomach in the same fashion as the body… A-And, when I was still in school, a doctor found a series of tumors in her ovaries. It had spread through the rest of her, but the doctor tried to combat it by removing the original tumors, and… The scars on his waist match the ones my mother had. I-I just-- Why would the murderer give this poor boy a woman’s scars?”
Laszlo bristled at this. You hardly ever mentioned your family, or him his, and he knelt down in front of you. “There’s something more than that,” he said softly. “My beloved, please speak to me. What’s troubling you?”
You chewed your bottom lip, and you gave a gasp as you tried to steady your breathing. “Sara,” you mumbled. “Can you give us a moment?”
Sara squeezed your hand and nodded, and she quickly excused herself. You waited until the door closed fully before sobbing and leaning forward to rest your head against your knees. “I’m sorry, Las,” you mumbled. “I-I just-- I can’t bear the sight of that today. I’ve felt ill all day, and now all of this, it’s far too much for me right now.”
You had nearly forgotten that you had requested tea earlier in the day, and you watched Laszlo rise from his knee and retrieve the tea cup. He quickly took note of your quivering hands, and he lifted the porcelain tea cup to your mouth. You sipped at it, hoping that it might soothe you, and you wiped your tears from your cheeks. “Laszlo, what’s wrong with me?” you sniffled. “I-I’ve never done this before, why now?”
“You already said that you feel ill,” Laszlo said carefully. “Maybe the sight of the body and the state of it was a shock to your system. Has the nausea passed?”
You shook your head quickly. The ugly feeling of it still sat in the very back of your throat, and you reached out for him. Laszlo set the tea cup aside and came to you, and you buried your face in his stomach from where you sat. Your arms circled his waist and you held him tightly, and you keened up into his hand as he began to stroke your hair.
Suddenly, Laszlo began to move with quickness, pulling you to your feet. You hardly had time to ask what he was doing before his fingers began to undo the back of your blouse. “Laszlo!” you cried. “What in the world are you doing?”
“Trust me, my beloved,” Laszlo said quickly. With his one arm tight to his body, he pulled your blouse off of you, then started at your corset. That sick feeling back came, and you reached forward and braced yourself against the table. Your head hung as you tried to control your nausea, and you whimpered, “Laszlo, what is this?”
Your lover gave a growl, one of deep frustration, and he grabbed your corset by the bottom hem and shoved it down your body, past your waist, to expose your breasts and stomach. You couldn’t help but sigh at the release of pressure on your middle, and Laszlo turned you around to see your bare skin. He knelt down in front of you and pressed his forehead against your stomach, and you watched him close his eyes and take a deep breath. You hardly understood what he was doing, but, if the half year courting him was any indication, he knew what was best. “When was the last time you menstruated?” Laszlo asked, next pressing his cheek to your bare stomach.
Your hand instinctively went to cradle his cheek, and you shrugged. “Several months ago,” you said. “I… They come and go, I suppose. Is that normal?”
“And your breasts?” Laszlo asked next, and you grimaced.
“What’re you getting at?” you asked.
“My beloved,” Laszlo said carefully, and he looked up at you from his place on the floor. His dark eyes were glistening with tears, and your heart sank and adrenaline rushed bitterly into your mouth.
“Stop,” you whispered. “Laszlo, no, I-I’m not-- I can’t be--”
“I think you are, beloved,” Laszlo said. He stood up and shucked off his suit jacket, and he laid it across your shoulders to hide your body from the cold room. “I think that you’re pregnant, my beloved. That would explain every malady you have: the aches, the irritability, the nausea, the delicateness, the increase in libido. Pregnancy offers an explanation for all of these.”
Your eyes filled with tears again, but a smile came with them. “You…” you started, and you sent a weak punch to Laszlo’s firm chest. “You absolute bastard!”
Laszlo laughed and tugged you into him, and you hugged him tightly. Laszlo, your wonderful Las, the father of your child. “Oh, my beloved,” he sighed, kissing the side of your head. “How did I not see it before?”
“Men can tend to be blind to such things,” you said. “But I feel as if a special blockade is up for you when it concerns me.”
“I agree,” Laszlo said. His hand came up to rest against your face, and you leaned into his touch. “My dearest girl…” he hummed, and he leaned into you and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed back, letting a smile grace your lips. “Marry me, my beloved.”
It was hardly even a question. “Of course, Las,” you said softly. “How could I say no to you? It would ruin your reputation, having a child out of wedlock.”
“Thta's true,” Laszlo shrugged. “But I think you would want to marry me regardless.”
“How dare you act as if you know what I want,” you said, but you kissed the tip of his nose anyway. “But, yes, Laszlo. I would love to marry you. Mrs. Kreizler… Is that something you ever thought you’d hear?”
“Not from you,” Laszlo chuckled. “I never thought that you would want the burdens of marriage. In fact, I distinctly remember you telling me that upon our first meeting.”
“How could you manage any thought during that interaction?” you giggled. “If what you told me was true, you were quite distracted that day.”
Laszlo gave a soft little grunt, and he snuffled his face into your neck. “Yes, well, a man has to learn to multitask,” he said. “Oh my God, I cannot begin--”
The door to the parlor banged open, and you hurried to cover yourself. “Marcus,” Laszlo said firmly. “Give us a moment, will you?”
“Doc, this is pretty important--”
“I am having a private conversation with my fiancée, Mr. Isaacson,” Laszlo said, his voice rising just a bit. “You can tell me whatever you wish as soon as I finish this conversation.”
You looked over your shoulder to the younger Isaacson twin, and your face grew hot when your shoulder slipped from the jacket. Marcus’s eyes went wide for a moment, then he put his hands up in a plantation gesture. “Right,” he said quickly. “Um, sorry, Doc. I’ll be--”
“Do hurry it up, Marcus,” you said, pulling your fiancé’s jacket tight around you. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you can return.”
You watched Marcus leave the room and shut the heavy door behind him, and you scoffed and dissolved into giggles. You buried your face into Laslzo’s warm chest and kissed just over his heart, and you sighed. “I’d love to speak more about this at home,” you said. “I love you to absolute death, Laszlo.”
“And I love you more,” Laszlo said softly.
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JY ; almost lovers
almost lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering
pairings: sim jaeyun x gn!reader
genre: fluff, angst if you squint
words: roughly 1.4k
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~guides and warnings~
italics - reader speaking
bold - jake speaking
[enclosed] - interviewer speaking
italicized bold - both reader and jake speaking
[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)
heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink
warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing
i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers
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hello~ my name is jake!
and i'm (y/n)
and we're almost lovers
[you guys were invited here today as almost lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]
yes we were
[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]
yup!
i'll be drinking regardless if i answer or not btw
why?
it's free alcohol
[how long have you guys known each other?]
since middle school ??
yup, so like 6 or 7 years ?
[wouldn't you be childhood friends then?]
oh no, jake and i weren't friends
*jake laughs and (y/n) grins
we really weren't, we were just somehow always put in the same classes
classmates, that's literally just what we were
ah i got it, we just knew of each other's existence
yup that
*both laugh
[how did you guys became almost lovers then?]
oh it's the classic project partners thing
we became seatmates, and like for that whole school year almost every teacher assigned seatmates as partners
it's like they all collectively agreed to it
yeah so we just eventually got close and ,,,
chaos ?
chaos.
*both giggle because jake's giggle is contagious
[why didn't you guys get together?]
we were both cowards and dumb with feelings
and jake had to move back to australia
and i had to move back to australia
[so if jake didn't move, you guys could've been together?]
,,,, i honestly do not know
yeah same
jake was the popular dream guy, i wasn't even dating him back then but so many rumors spread
i'm sorry about that really
don't worry, it wasn't your fault
*you pat him on the head making him smile widely
[how about we start the q&a between you guys?]
yeah, let's go~
*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jake wins
okay! first question
*jake picks up a card and laughs in disbelief
why?
[do you still find me attractive?]
*(y/n) bursts out laughing
i don't know if i should be offended that you're laughing or what
no, because it's ridiculous!
whY?
jake i literally compliment and hype you up whenever we meet
*jake blushes
so yes i still do find you attractive because you ARE attractive.
*(y/n) smiles teasingly
*jake rolls his eyes
*(y/n) picks up a card
oh wow
[did you see ever yourself loving me?]
*jake takes a shot
you know that just makes you sus
it's not like you don't know the answer?!!
that's the point! i do know so you could've just answered instead of drinking
shut up *jake grumbles
*you take a shot to make him feel better
the answer is yes btw, i did see myself loving them
*(y/n) almost chokes
*jake laughs
it's different hearing it out loud
*jake g i g g l e s
just read the next question
[do you think it's my fault that we didn't become a couple?]
pffft-
i mean
yeah yeah, but for me i'm blaming australia
sure buddy.
*jake :O
but no i don't think it was your fault, like we said a while ago, even if you didn't move, we were still dumb with feelings and we probably would've prioritized our future than a relationship. it wasn't the right time i guess??
*jake nods in agreement
[sorry, was it ever clarified between you guys that you had feelings for each other?]
oh yeah! we knew about it
yeah bUT AFTER I CAME BACK FROM AUSTRALIA ???
*(y/n) laughs
we met up when he came back and i just went "oh did you know i liked you back then?" and then jake just -
*(y/n) can't finish the sentence because (y/n) remembers the scene perfectly and is laughing hard
*jake groans
thAT! he groaned like that and basically slammed his head on the table.
yeah and you gaped like a fish after i told you i liked you back then too!
*jake :P
*(y/n) :O
i did not
yes you did! you went *jake imitates a gaping fish
yah! *(y/n) hits jake's arm lightly
*both laugh
*(y/n) reads the card and takes a shot after
why are you drinking? i'm the one answering
i know, i just needed that shot to prepare myself
[do you still have feelings for me?]
*jake turns red and reaches for a shot
moving on-
i'm answering
*(y/n) error404 please restart
*both cannot look each other in the eye
i don't know honestly? i still am kind of dumb with feelings but the reason why i say i don't know is because i'm trying to make sure that what i'm feeling for (y/n) is real?? like i actually do like them and not with the feeling ??
*(y/n) nods understanding what he meant
because wouldn't that be unfair to (y/n) ? saying you have feelings for them when you aren't really sure? i don't want that, i don't want to hurt (y/n) in any way or form
*(y/n) downs a shot and covers their face in embarrassment
why~ ?
*(y/n) narrows their eyes at jake and just hands him the card to read
*jake laughs
okay let's go,
[do you still think about what could've been?]
goddammit
*(y/n) takes a shot
*jake is basically just laughing at everything at this point, but that's okay he's cute when he laughs
yes, i do. i think what plagued me the most were 'what if?' questions. when i see my friends getting into relationships or hearing them talk about someone they've been seeing. i would often ask like "what if we just had confessed earlier?" "what if you never moved?" "what if we actually got together?" things like that
but i think my hardest 'what if' was "what if we just tried?"
*please put jake in rice he is not working
*he raises his glass to do a cheers
here's to painful confusion !
and dumb feelings~
*both take a shot
[question for both: do you regret that you guys didn't get together?]
honestly, no? i feel like if we did, we would be two completely different people right now?
yeah, i like who i am and who you are right now, so i don't think i regret it either.
and we were shit at romantic feelings
we aren't kidding, we really were
i feel bad for everyone who had to witness that phase in our lives
rip
*both laugh
[freestyle! ask any question you want]
hmm,,
don't think too much
no <3
*(y/n) rolls their eyes
okay, okay, i have one
this better be good sim.
[you said a while ago that it wasn't the right time for us before. how about now? do you think we're finally at the right time?]
.........
*(y/n) is speechless
*(y/n) downs a shot
jake don't ask me out on television
*jake bursts out laughing
i don't know jake, you tell me, you're the one confused with feelings.
... .. ... .
*(y/n) realizes what they said
*jake literally 👁👄👁
,,,, what?
*(y/n) clears their throat
huh?
nu uh, what did you just say ??
i haven't said anything yet?? are you okay?
*(y/n) looks at the crew around them that were covering their mouths preventing laughs and squeals
you definitely said something that meant you have feelings for me!
i did not! you need to get your ears checked
*(y/n) is blushing and is avoiding jake's intense look
[that's one way to end, huh?]
oh yay! we're done, good job everybody!
*(y/n) is hurrying to escape like a pokemon
*jake is still dumbfounded, poor guy
[is he okay?]
don't worry about him, he's rebooting
*jake glares adorably at (y/n)
we are talking after this
sorry i have plans, i need to water my dog
*(y/n) teases jake making him facepalm
[i think i smell another feature, but maybe as couples next time?]
*both blushes at the statement
that's all up to jake, director :D
*jake :O
honey, close your mouth, you'll catch flies
*jake wakes up at the term of endearment and his blush deepens
yah~ !
*(y/n) grins widely and waves to the camera
bye~
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a/n: AAAA ENHA CB !! the enhypen dimension opens owo <3 anyways, i made jake's lighter since i couldn't make it angsty, he's too precious, i must protect him. also, my jake timestamp (oh worm?) received a lot of love, thank you !!! i hope you like this one as well~ sunoo's will be uploaded next !! please look forward to it <33
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