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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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Safe

A/N- I just want to let everyone know before they read this that it can be very triggering for some people. This is a personal experience of mine that i wanted to share just in case others that have similar experiences can feel safer with how they deal with their own trauma. As an assault survivor, this is something very personal to me, not everyone’s responses are the same so all i ask is that you remain respectful after reading this 🖤 i got the idea for writing this after the ‘anniversary’ of my experience came up, and i want everyone to know that if you ever need someone to reach out to or talk to in always here to talk or listen if you need it 🖤 i’ve only got three more years until all the cells from that time are replaced :)

Summary- Eddie accidentally triggers you and helps to calm you down as best as he can.

Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings- ⚠️Major TW⚠️ Mentions of sexual assault (not directly describing anything) descriptions of a panic attack, crying, hyperventilating, use of the 54321 method

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 @eddiethesexy (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

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“Alright, we’re done, it’s ok.”

Eddie quickly got off of you the moment he heard you say ‘Stop’ with no hesitation.

You didn’t know what it was, you didn’t know what set it off or if Eddie had accidentally touched you a certain way, but in the middle of sex the memory came flooding back into your brain and you needed it to stop.

It was just a sudden reaction, the tears, the shaking, the hyperventilating, and Eddie immediately went to comfort you and cover you up to help in any way that he could.

You were laid on his bed in the fetal position, still naked, cold, your hands balled up into fists over your head as the tears flowed down from your cheeks into the pillow.

Eddie already knew of what had happened to you in the past, and he never held it against you. He knew it wasn’t your fault, and god help him if he ever ran into the person to give you this kind of trauma. He loved you, he cared for you, and he always made sure that whenever the two of you were intimate he looked for every possible sign of your consent just to make sure that you were ok with every single thing he was doing. But he knew there were some times when your body would react like it did in that moment and he would stop and care for you with no hesitation.

He quickly covered you up with his comforter, searching around the floor of his room for your clothes to get ready for you to put them back on as soon as you were able to. He slid his legs back into a pair of dirty sweatpants to cover himself up before kneeling onto the floor next to the bed, gently placing his hand over your wrist, making sure not to grab too hard and make your reaction any worse than it already was,

“Sweetheart, it’s alright, we’re done.” He whispered to you, his fingers slowly tracing over your arm as your hyperventilating started to slow down, “You’re ok, it’s just us here, i promise. Do you remember what to do when this happens? It’s alright if you don’t.”

Your eyes were still shut tightly as your body started to relax itself upon hearing Eddie’s voice. You shook your head, the only thoughts clouding your mind were bits and pieces of those few moments that were drilled into your brain, but you tried your best to put any other thoughts in to get rid of the awful feeling of having to remember.

“That’s ok, i remember, do you want talk right now sweetheart?”

You shook your head once more and Eddie moved his hand off of your arm, hovering it just over your head,

“It’s alright if i pet you? Do you want to be touched?” You slowly nodded and carefully unclenched your eyes, still sore and bloodshot from the tears, but your vision was clear enough to see Eddie’s big brown eyes so full of worry for you. He gently placed his hand on top of your head and slowly started to pet you.

“You don’t have to talk, i’ll do all the talking ok? I want you to open your eyes a little more for me sweetheart, can you do that?”

Your breathing started to slow, Eddie’s voice soothing you back into your relaxed state, but your body was still tense under the blanket. You moved your hands up to your eyes and cleared away the last few tears that slipped out before looking back into Eddie’s eyes, seeing the sweet smile he had on his face,

“Good! You’re doing good. Can you see me ok?”

You slowly nodded once again and his hand carefully moved down to your forehead, brushing a few stray hairs away from your field of vision,

“Good. Can you see my hair ok? Is it all messy like it normally is?”

The corners of your lips turned into a gentle smile as you nodded, the trembling in your arms and legs slowly starting to cease.

“What about my nightstand?” He reached a hand over and placed it on top of the nightstand, turning his head to point at the wall behind him, “And the Metallica poster? You can see those?”

Your vision came back to normal, the blurring from the tears fading away as you tried to focus your eyes onto the poster behind Eddie, nodding again as soon your eyes were able to focus onto it,

“Good! Good, what about my tattoos,” he turned himself back to you and leaned himself back, giving you a bit of space to look at the tattoos on his chest, “you see them? These two right here?” He moved his hand up and motioned to them for you and you nodded once more, “Good! Can you show me that you can see them, can you show me where they are on me?”

Your breathing was back to normal and one hand reached out, the tips of your fingers moving gently over the ink over his heart, slowly tracing over the lines.

“Perfect! What about that blanket, how does it feel?”

Your hand retracted from his chest and you moved it under the comforter, covering yourself up just a bit more as you brought the edge of the blanket up to your cheek and felt the fabric move against it.

“Soft? How about the sheets and the pillowcase?”

You focused your attention onto the loose sheets under your body, moving your legs and head against the fabric to feel how they moved against your skin. Eddie smiled bigger as he saw the outline of your legs start to relax and move under the blanket,

“Good! You hear how they sound against you? All those little sounds they make when your legs move?”

You nodded as you listened to the way the fabric shifted under the movement of your legs.

“And my voice,” Eddie leaned in a little closer to whisper to you, “You can still hear it if i whisper right?”

Eddie saw the smile at the corners of your lips getting just a bit bigger and he knew that you were starting to focus more on your surroundings rather than your thoughts.

“Good. How about this sweetheart,” he moved his hand back up to the nightstand and started to tap his nails onto it, the slow taps soothing you even further and your body was completely relaxed into the bed, “you can hear those little taps on the nightstand?”

Your hand reached up to rub your eyes once more, taking a deep breath as you nodded. You knew you were almost finished doing your routine for when you had gotten into a bad state and you were so grateful that Eddie was doing all he could to help you feel better.

“Perfect!” He was still whispering to you and moved himself a bit closer to you, his face a few inches away from yours, “You know i made sure to wash all my blankets and sheets this morning sweetheart, can you still smell the fabric softener on them?”

You slowly closed your eyes and gently pressed your face into the soft pillow against your head, taking a deep breath. You could smell the fresh fabric softener Eddie had used on his sheets, the sweet floral scent mixed in with his natural pheromones were soothing and calming you fully back to normal.

Eddie slowly stood up as you settled back into bed and kept his eyes on you as he wandered around his room. He folded your clothes up and set them at the end of the bed for you, flipping his light switch on and pressing play on the stereo, making sure to keep the volume low as the Def Leppard cassette inside the tape deck started.

He made his way back over to you and kneeled back into his place before,

“Sweetheart, i’m going to go get you a glass of water ok? I want you to change back into your clothes while i’m gone, and i won’t come back in until you open the door again, ok?”

Your eyes opened up once more and you smiled as you looked into Eddies sweet gaze, nodding again to show him that you understood.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto your head before exiting his room and shutting the door behind him.

You took one last deep breath before sitting up in Eddie’s bed, slowly lifting the comforter off of you and placing your feet onto the hardwood floor. You reached your arms over your head and stretched before leaning over and grabbing the pile of your clothes that Eddie had left folded up for you. You slipped your underwear back on and stepped into your pajama pants before lastly putting one of Eddie’s shirts to cover yourself once more. With one last deep breath, you stood up and walked over to Eddie’s bedroom door, reaching your hand out to the handle and turning the knob to open it so Eddie knew it was alright to come back in.

He was already waiting outside the door with a smile, a glass of water and a little plate with some cut up strawberries and a few small orange slices on it for you.

“Hey angel, why don’t you go back and sit on the bed ok?”

You nodded and walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge and watching as Eddie shut his door once again to give you two complete privacy. Though the trailer had already been empty beforehand, he knew you wanted complete isolation just in case. He knew you wanted to keep these things private no matter what.

He set the plate onto the nightstand and handed you the glass of water as he sat next to you,

“Drink sweetheart, you need to rehydrate.”

You lifted the glass to your lips and took a few slow gulps before setting it onto the nightstand.

“Good! And you’re gonna finish that before we go to bed right?”

You smiled and nodded to him, making him smile back and press another kiss to your forehead,

“Perfect. I grabbed you a little snack too sweetheart, why don’t you eat a little bit?”

He reached over and grabbed a strawberry, popping it into his mouth before reaching over and handing one to you. You bit into it and the sweet taste of the fruit was the final step in making sure that you were back to normal.

“Sweet?” Eddie said as he reached over to grab another.

You smiled and grabbed one of the orange slices, popping it into your mouth and swallowing the sweet juice that was squeezed from it as you bit into it,

“Sweet.”

Eddie slowly moved his arm around your waist and brought you into him for a hug, your body relaxing into him as your head hit his shoulder.

He knew that there would come a time where things like this would end. He wouldn’t have to constantly worry about wether or not he was doing a good job comforting and consoling you, calming you down from your panic attacks and making sure you knew that you were safe. That everything was alright.

But all he knew for now was that you were ok. You were safe in his arms where you belonged.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson hurt/comfort

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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Y/N Coming Out as Trans (Stray Kids Imagine)

Stray kids react to their crush coming out as transmasc

Tags: Skz x transmasc reader, wholesome

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, depression, transphobia

Suggested by @catxoyciel <3 Sorry for the slight Hyunjin gif jumpscare lol but I loved that gif too much not to use it!!!

Bang Chan

"Y/N..." He starts, thinking hard about what to say next. "I hope you know that I want you to always feel safe and happy, and you know how much I encourage you and others to be comfortable in their own skin, myself included..." He looks up at you and smiles.

"I'm so proud of how far you've come, bro!"

You can feel yourself tearing up at his choice of words, overwhelmed by his support.

"Chan, thank you, you have no idea how..." Chan cuts you off by standing up and hugging you tightly, causing you to full on sob.

"I will always support you, no matter what."

Minho

"Oh, okay, that makes sense." Leeknow nods, looking you in the eyes and listening intently.

"What do you mean by that?..." You ask somewhat defensively.

"Ah, not in a bad way or anything!" He waves his hands in front of him. "Sorry, that came out wrong. It's just, talking to you has always felt so comfortable, like talking to the other guys. I think it suits you." He smiles. "So, what name should I call you now?"

You smile, knowing you can talk to him anytime, and even if he might not understand completely, he will listen and support you.

Changbin

Changbin nods thoughtfully and listens to you speak.

"Okay, I see." He gets up and opens his arms, signaling for you to hug him. "It takes a lot of courage to tell me that, and I respect you so much for it. Of course I will always be there for you!"

You accept his hug, melting into his tight grip.

"I was so scared you wouldn't understand..." You sigh.

"I may not understand completely, but I know how hard it is to try to bottle up how you feel, and I know how it feels to not fit with your body." He lets go of you and holds your shoulders. "Would you maybe want to start working out with me? Maybe it can help?"

Hyunjin

After being told your preferred name and pronouns, Hyunjin just nods.

"Ah, ok. Gotcha." He continues opening the fridge door, searching for snacks.

"So that's it?" You question.

"Well, I mean, nothing really changes, does it? You're still you." He smiles and turns to look at you over his shoulder. "I'm glad you told me though. I'm happy you're quest in finding yourself is progressing." He goes back to looking through the fridge and sighs.

"Nothing good. Want to order takeout in celebration?"

Han

Han is confused, but not because he doesn't support you. He simply doesn't know enough about the topic to understand fully, so he sits and listens to you explain.

"Can I ask a few questions? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, i just want to make sure I get it right." He looks at you wide-eyed.

After you explain to him further, his face turns from confused and intrigued to understanding and solemn.

"Thank you. For telling me, I mean." He looks at the ground. "I really hope I never made you feel bad... I know I can joke around a lot and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel dysphoric." He looks back up at you with determined eyes. "I'll do my absolute best from now on. Us bros got to stick together, okay?" He grins, gets up and holds your hands. You simply smile and nod, proud of him for his willingness to learn.

Felix

You stand rigid yet tall as you tell Felix. You are nervous, sure, but you've never been more certain of yourself in your life. Your passion comes across, and Felix looks you up and down wide-eyed.

"You know, I think this is the most authentic and confident I've seen you." He grins. "I'm so proud of you!"

You relax, nervousness gone and replaced by elation at his response. You knew he wouldn't reject you or shun you, but it was still nerve-wracking.

"Hey, want to go through my closet and see if you find anything you like? I love seeing you confident and I want to see more of that. Oh, we can go get your hair done too if you want! Gosh, this is exciting! We could throw a little gender reveal party." You both laugh and spend the rest of the day shopping and giving you a makeover.

Seungmin

Seungmin nods, seemingly only half paying attention to what you're saying while he scrolls on his phone, which frustrates you a bit.

"...so yeah, I guess I'm trans." You say half-heartedly.

"So do you have a binder yet?" He asks without looking up.

"I- huh?" You are taken aback that he knows what a binder even is.

"If you don't, i'd suggest one from GC2B or Transsupply, they have safe binders for beginners. They also have other products as well." He looks up and shows you his phone, showing you the websites he had pulled up.

"Oh, wow, okay. No, I don't have one yet, but I want to get one right away." You are still a bit surprised.

"No worries, I'll send you the links. Also, do you have a new name you want to be called? I'll make sure to use it, but if you don't have one yet we can brainstorm."

"Y-yeah, thanks. And also, it's Y/N."

"Y/N..." He looks up for a moment thinking, then nods and smiles. "Y/N. It suits you."

I.N

"Y/N, for how long-" I.N has a catch in his throat. "How long have you felt like this?" He looks up at you with worried eyes.

"Well, I always knew something was wrong... I only recently found a word for it..." You explain. You notice how sullen he looks. "Jeongin, whats wrong? You aren't upset, are you?"

He shakes his head furiously.

"N-no, of course not! I'm so glad you figured it out. I just, I feel guilty not having noticed sooner." You chuckle and put a hand to his cheek.

"I don't expect you to figure me out before I figure myself out bud, so don't go beating yourself up." You smile, causing him to smile back.

"Well, if it wasn't obvious before, I support you." He chuckles. "Let's both do our best for ourselves going forward, yeah?"

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~<3

--Masterlist--

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x transmasc reader #stray kids smut #stray kids stay #skz #skz imagine #skz scenarios #bang chan #leeknow #changbin #han jisung #felix #hyunjin #I.N #jeongin #seungmin

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aliceinnaughtyland · 2 years

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ANYTHING - PART. 3

Pairing: Last Boss x Reader

Warnings: harassment, smut, masturbation, fingering, caught during sex, unprotected sex (wrap it please)

Word count: 1.4 K

Summary: You and the militant meet again.

Author’s note: And I disappeared again. It’s like I cannot finish something I begin (TDAH hello). But here is the third and last part of this fic. Sorry for the people who waited for it, I hope it’s worthy of your time. I already finished two smutty fics, one with Karube and one with Niragi, and they both are coming really soon. Take care x

Nota bene: We do NOT condone Last Boss' actions as we do NOT condone violence and rape! We only love the Shuntarô Yanagi's interpretation of Last Boss! This is fantasies only! You do NOT deserve this! If you are a victim of violence, please get help as soon as possible! You are not alone. Stay safe xx

Tags: @scuzmunkie

It was a new day. You had enough days on your visa to rest a little. Everything was ok.

You decided to put your best swimsuit on and to go to the pool. You wanted to feel the sun on your body and the water on your skin.

As you walked straight to your goal, you caught a certain militant’s eyes. Well, two of them actually.

Niragi saw the bruises covering your body. They were discreet, but Niragi knew. He saw you two leaving the party the night before. And that was it, the beginning of a day in Hell for Last Boss.

As you tried to enjoy your day and relax, you spotted the guy from the night before, the one from the club, walking straight to you.

“Can I help you?”

Niragi was teasing Last Boss for the last ten minutes when they both saw the man violently grabbing your arm. The bald guy rushed to you and his friend followed him. As soon as he saw them approaching angrily, your harasser quickly released you and left. Did he know something was up or was he just a coward who couldn’t find himself near the armed men? We’ll never know.

“I had a patrol this morning, that’s why I left” Last Boss spoke after a few seconds of silence. His eyes were scanning your body with an emotion you couldn’t really understand. Worry? Empathy? Hunger?

“It’s ok you don’t have to justify yourself”

“I want to”

You nodded silently as the man in front of you continued.

“I have some stuff to do but I’ll see you later”

“Why?”

“I need to talk to you. Meet me at my room when you’re done with the party tonight”

He turned away, told you his room number over his shoulder and left.

You couldn’t really enjoy the party, your brain focusing on your future rendezvous with Last Boss. You glanced at the VIP room, searching through the militants. The man you were looking for wasn’t there. You quickly left the party, rummaging through the hallways. You weren’t nervous. Actually at this point you weren’t really thinking anymore, your body taking you to the place you wanted to be.

As you arrived at the door, you knocked lightly and waited. The door opened quickly. He was waiting for you. He shifted for you to enter and closed the door behind you.

Ok Y/N, you are alone in a murderer’s room. A murderer you slept with the night before. But still a murderer.

“Thank you for coming” His voice interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Well you asked me, so here I am”

And then the silence. You weren’t feeling threatened. You were abnormally calm.

You took the time to scan the surrounding room. You saw a lot of papers and books everywhere. Was it his room? The man who spoke so little but wrote so much?

Nevermind, he invited you for a reason. He wanted to talk to you, probably about last night. And then it hit you. You realized the guy had slept with you as a favour. I mean, you knew it. But what if he wasn’t okay with it? What if he did it only because he was feeling grateful?

“Look about last night” you began, drawing his attention back to you “I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. I just –”

“I liked it. That’s why you’re here” he interrupted.

“Oh”

“Yeah”

“So... What are all of these papers about?”

And that was it. The beginning of your night. You spent hours talking about everything and anything, forgetting for a moment the world you both lived in.

“I didn’t know you were such a talker”

“I only am when I’m interested”

You two continued talking the night away until you fell asleep on his bed.

You woke up before the sun. And Takatora wasn’t here. As you were about to turn around, trying to sleep away the deception, the bathroom door opened.

“Hello”

“Hi”

He came back to bed, shifting beside you.

“Did you sleep ok?”

“Did you sleep at all?”

Takatora only chuckled in response, his eyes dipping into yours. At that moment, there was no need for anything to be said. Takatora leant into you and kissed you deeply, moving to feel your body against his. You could feel it all. His hand on your face, the other pulling on your hip, his warm chest touching yours, his hard cock against your thigh. And just like that, you needed more, you needed it all.

Your hands travelled his body, from his neck, to his shoulder, to his arm, to his navel, until you could feel him in your hands. You stroked his cock slowly, caressing his tip before continuing your motions. He moved his mouth away from your neck to look at you, a pink flush on his cheeks. The man who was once terrifying became accessible and soft and you wanted him to ravish you here and now.

You continued stimulating him until it was enough for him to push you on your back, settling himself on top of you, taking your wrists in one of his hand. As he kissed your neck again, his fingers found their way inside of your swimsuit bottom, playing with your clit. Takatora grunt at the feeling of your pussy against his hand, soaked for him. A strangled moan escaped your lips when two of his fingers found their way inside of you, stimulating all the delightful spots, opening you for him. He aligned himself, and looked into your eyes to search for any sign of doubt. He found none.

You gasped as he entered you. At that moment, nothing but both of you existed. He thrusts into you, slowly but in a way that made you see stars. It was intimate, almost romantic. And then it snapped. His thrusts became fast and hard. His body was doing the thinking. The room was filled with the pornographic sounds of your moans and grunts. Takatora was grabbing every part of you he could reach, your waist, your hips, your thighs. You could feel his hot breathing in your ear.

You locked your legs around him, allowing him to thrust deeper inside you and used them as leverage to turn you both around, settling on top of him.

Takatora sat up, taking you with him. At that moment, he needed more and with one hand he tore your t-shirt apart.

As you were riding Takatora, you could hear the door behind you opening.

“Morning sunshine” Niragi’s voice resonated.

“Niragi!”

“Oh shit shit sorry”

It wasn’t Niragi character to be scared. Usually he would have stay there and teased the life out of him. But Lass Boss could be intimidating and even if he didn’t want to say it, Niragi was totally afraid of him. He quickly closed the door and almost run at the other side of the hostel.

You laughed softly as Last Boss grunted, his face buried on your neck.

He couldn’t believe it. He really couldn’t have one moment of peace with this motherfucker. He couldn’t even have one single fuck in fucking peace.

“I don’t know which one of you two will kill me first” he complained.

But soon enough, he could feel your hips moving again and just like that, Niragi exited his mind.

“Y/N fuck”

Your name was all he could say, the feeling of your cunt around him taking away his ability to think. He knew he was close. He knew he had to do something to take you with him. He touched your clit as you fasten your pace, rubbing fast circles into it.

You were soon submerged by the strong pleasure you were feeling and as you couldn’t take it anymore, your thrusts became sloppier. Takatora grabbed your thighs and began fucking you from under, his cock hitting all of your sensitive spots.

A stroke on your clit was all it took to made you come around him, milking his own orgasm away.

As the bald guy entered the meeting, Niragi immediately put his arms up defensively.

“Ok you need to know I’m sorry”

“You’re dead”

“Hey what is up with you two? » Aguni interjected.

“You know how Boss here can be a late sleeper so I went to check for the safety of this meeting right?”

“Right?” Aguni waited.

“Turned out he wasn’t sleeping, neither did the naked girl on top of him”

“I’m gonna kill you” Last Boss spat as the rest of the room began laughing.

“Come on you need to invite her over, we want to meet here” another militant replicated.

“Who I’m fucking or not is not your business”

“Well from what I saw she was the one fucking you”

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfiction #alice in borderland imagine #takatora #takatora samura #takatora smut #takatora samura smut #last boss #last boss smut #takatora imagine #last boss imagine

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saturnlesbianprotector · 23 days

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The day you said good night🌙 x midnight sky🌌 / ronance short au

tags: fluff, angst, unrequited feelings, raining, umbrella, group work, inspired by a song, sleep over, late night talks, cassette tapes, 80s music.

Summary: Robin and Nancy are best friend since middle school but they can't get along with each other their chemistry class put them on a group task.

I'm freezing in the sun I'm burning in the rain The silence I'm screaming, calling out your name

Robin and Nancy are in the library searching a book for group work. Mr. Smith, their chemistry class teacher, decided to pair them up because the two couldn't get along with each other.

“Her gaze what the….?! Damn It's fucking hot” Robin said inside her mind she immediately look away hiding her red cheek.

“Stop that gaze Nancy, it makes me—Help me here, don't just stare there, doing nothing” Robin complain but she can feel her heart thumping so fast, her breathe ragged while searching the book for chemistry class and can't help stuttering when talking at Nancy she never get nervous around people but yeah pretty girls but Robin admitted herself that Nancy is not her type.

Nancy just roll her eyes and resting her veiny hands on book shelf. Nancy admit to herself that she's enjoying teasing Robin watching her cute reactions and looking deeply into her puppy eyes satisfy her. Robin lock her eyes on Nancy's hand touching a book.

“Keep staring at my hands, it will melt away” Nancy purr she smirks then raised her eye brows she watch Robin forehead frowns.

“What, no!” it's a sign that she protest.

“Get that book that's the title that Mr. Smith gave to us.” Robin mutter she's questioning herself why Nancy being playful to her, mostly Nancy behave professional in academic stuff like group works.

“Whatever, Robin” or there's hidden beneath her personality? that only few people knows even they are middle school friends she didn't know it, then yep Nancy's annoyed face shows up again, they keep bantering, the book almost torn up their hands holding the book griply “Calm down Robin, Just let me read this allow me to lead the way” Robin just sit back, she's so done and let out a huge sigh.

Nancy move her eyes she realised Robin being upset. she shared the book with Robin, their arms brushing together it send an electric spark to Robin spine. “Hey, I didn't mean to upset you, ok? Let us things work out, even though we can't be civil.” Nancy apologised.

They continue reading the page. Robin trying to reach the other side of page because her eyes starting to blurry, she can't read properly her head keep pushing in Nancy's side. Nancy never complain about this she just let the girl read, as Robin's finger tracing the words, she can feel Nancy's hot breathe on her sensitive neck, also she can smell her rosy perfume.

“Don't look back Robin..”

“Just don't..! you will be dead meat in no time!” she warn herself. Nancy rest her face on her palm placing it on desk while looking straight at Robin's expression.

“Hey, Relax I don't know why you feel tense around me, do you feel intimadated?” Nancy's speak sternly, waiting for Robin to speak.

“Yeah, sometimes...” Robin pause trying to make an eye contact with Nancy but her eyes trying to avoid her gaze.

“I look like a fool like broken machine around you because of your uhmm intense personality but that's not my concern right now” Robin keep speaking fastly while looking at the page pretending to read she could see Nancy's face on her peripheral vision. “Then… there's any other reason besides my attitude?” Nancy ask with curiosity she wonder what Robin thinking right now. “Sometimes I just can't read Nancy, she's so unpredictable and kind of uhmm mysterious?” Robin didn't answer her question, she just shrugged it off as if it's not a big deal to her, but definitely she's overthinking it even she's at home later.

Once they are done reading the book, Nancy heading to journalism room, while Robin walking outside the campus. She saw the sky darken, and lots of clouds it's a sign that rain will come. She realized that she forgot to bring an umbrella.

Robin wait to see if rain will go away after a couple of minutes, Jonathan's car arrives at the entrance of school, Nancy walking towards the entrance, she's holding a pink umbrella and saw Robin standing beside the bench with her bike.

“Didn't you bring umbrella today?” Nancy ask with concern voice. “Would you mind if we would take you home?”

“No, I'm with my bike I don't know if you two can place it on Jonathan's car”

“I'm fine, the rain will eventually umm stop anyway” Robin explain clearly she doesn't want Nancy to be concerned about her. It kills her entirely because she just getting more and more falling deeply into her.

“It's cold right here are you sure about that?” Robin just gave a reassuring smile. “Here take it, take care. Call me if you are in home. We can continue the group work tommorow at my house, after class.” Nancy gave her umbrella to Robin, before she ran in Jonathan's car sitting at the passenger seat. She smile at her lover and kiss Jonathan's lips. Robin saw it but she immediately look away, after that Jonathan's car left. Robin just holding the umbrella alone in the middle of the rain with her bike.

Wishing that I'll be the woman, I'll give my love that can't explain

We will be running in the rain and I will hold your hand, hold my hand

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 1 year

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Hiya sunny! I’m so glad of the resurgence of scummy Naoya. Is it ok if I can request Scum of the earth Naoya proposing?

Oh, my sweet, scummy baby boy 🥹

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Let's be clear from the jump: a proposal done by Naoya Zen'in is no joke. Zen'ins are always over the top with their appearances, so whenever there's a special occasion that will be retold a hundred times? You can bet your ass that the Zen'ins are gonna go above and beyond so that they can brag about how great their actions were.

Naoya is no different: he wants things to be over the top and perfect in every possible way. He plans this proposal MONTHS ahead, booking a table at the most high-end restaurant in the city, making sure he gets the best spot with the best view. It has high ceiling and gold chandeliers throughout the establishment, live piano as entertainment, a five-star chef at the helm. He wants you to have a taste of the fine dining you'll get to have for the rest of your life.

He measures your ring size when you're asleep, spending weeks trying to find the best ring to suit you. It takes a long time because he doesn't just care about how it looks; he cares about the price as well. He wants an expensive ring, one that you can show off and brag about how much money your beloved fiance spent on you. He's looking at rings that are upwards of $15k, he's not fucking around. He picks a ring set, a HUGE round center diamond surrounded by a ring of smaller diamonds as well as diamonds on the white gold band, along with a second band covered in small diamonds that would sit below the first. Some may think it's too gaudy, but he thinks that anything less would be an injustice to you.

He gets your dress size and goes shopping the week before, not caring about the price tag as he searches for the best dress to compliment you. He loves mermaid dresses, adoring how they hug your hips and waist, so he's very likely to choose one for you. He gets one that's covered in lace, with a shiny intricate band around the waist, gold details throughout the dress. He wants you to look your best the night he proposes. He knows that you'll look good in anything, but he tries his best to find something that goes above and beyond his expectations.

He gives you the dress a night or two before he proposes, exclaiming that he is going to take you out on a date to a fancy restaurant, and he won't take no for an answer. He offers to give you his credit card and let you go to a spa and salon the day of your date so that you're properly prepared and relaxed. He might get pouty and offended if you refuse, so you'll probably end up agreeing to what he wants just so he doesn't get all grumpy.

Very confident as he drives you to the restaurant and for the majority of dinner, but right before the dessert—when he plans to propose—he gets kind of anxious. Excuses himself to the restroom where he starts to panic. What if you say no? What if you sneer in disgust and break up with him instead? What if you insult him for ever thinking that you would want to spend the rest of your life with him? Has to splash some water on his face to calm down, talks to the poor restroom attendant that's watching him have a breakdown. Eventually he talks himself down from his little panic attack and convinces himself to go back out there and propose to you. If you say no, he'll just figure things out from there, but why wouldn't you say yes? He did everything right, he made a magical evening for you and treated you like a princess, there's no way you'd say no.

He returns to your table, right before dessert arrives, and he lets you take a couple bites before he grabs your hand and squeezes it, getting your attention. He goes into this little speech about how amazing you are, focusing mostly on how beautiful he finds you and how you make him feel. He doesn't get on his knees—he doesn't want to ruin his suit—but he pulls out the velvet box and opens it, revealing the ring he spent so much money on.

So... what will your answer be?

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#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #☀️ scum of the earth au #☀️ asks

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bonniebird · 8 months

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Bonnie Bennett x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Halloween 2023 event

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Request: Anonymous asked: Hey Bon! Can I get Bonnie Bennett, the prompt Thanks for hiding away with me for Halloween with a female reader please? #Halloween2023

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Bonnie watched you as you subtly checked the windows and doors. You’d done it a few times now but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone or something could get in.

Bonnie laughed quietly to herself. "Thanks for hiding away with me for Halloween." She said as you sat down with her in the living room and handed her the drink you’d been making in the kitchen.

“I didn’t like the thought of you hiding out alone while everyone looks for this witch hunter.” You confessed and she smiled.

“Well, only a few more hours to go and we hit midnight. Nothing too bad has happened yet.” She pointed out and you nodded. “But you can’t relax.”

“I just… something doesn’t feel right.” You explained. She nodded sympathetically. “Well we’re ok for now so let's just… be grateful for that. I know I am.” She smiled again this time there was something more as she went to lean in. Just as she went to kiss you the walls of the house started vibrating. Bonnie gasped and looked at you for help.

“What is it?” She let out another gasp and you grabbed her, hoisting her over your shoulder intending to rush her to the hospital which wasn’t far. Opening the door you found a figure standing at the end of the drive. Setting her down you gathered her spell equipment as she started working to fix the problem. You ran for the phone.

“Stefan! He’s here! We can’t leave and Bonnie… I think she can’t breathe.” You hung up before he could say anything and rushed to help Bonnie who had managed to alleviate whatever magic attack had been set on her.

“Runes. Search everything for these.” She gasped as she scribbled out several marks on a piece of paper.

Bonnie tags:

@moonmaidwn1996 @gillybear17 @ravennoore14 @the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @geekyandgay98 @savagemickey03 @evattude @kaitieskidmore1 @darklyndivinely @sashawalker2

#bonnie bennett #bonnie bennett x reader #the vampire diaries #bonniebird #halloween2023

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bigshotspambot · 1 year

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I posted Sneo 1,223 times in 2022 and drew him like 350 times idk

That's 1,112 more posts than 2021!

670 posts created (55%)

553 posts reblogged (45%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bigshotspambot

@lio-the-loaf

@snowy1987981

@milfyspamton

@dimneo1010

I tagged 1,210 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#spamton neo - 794 posts

#spamton - 702 posts

#wow that’’s some [good %2$s%!] - 325 posts

#🎨art tag - 314 posts

#❓ask to your [beating heart’s] content - 311 posts

#spamton neo x reader - 232 posts

#spamton x reader - 184 posts

#all alone on a ? - 141 posts

#💛i love you with all my [heartshapedobject] - 138 posts

#👤up close and [personnel] - 135 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#and the animation is so smooth and your sneos design is so cool and scary and perfect i just 💖💖💜💜💜❤️💜💜❤️💚💜💞

My Top Posts in 2022:

HYMN OF THE ANGEL

514 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

detailed shaded sneo x absolutely MOLECULAR y/n

AWw.. WHaT_D0_WE HaVE HERE…?

568 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

Horror audio of Spamton NEO searching for you in the back alleys of Cyber City.

You manage to hide behind an old metal Bigshot Autos billboard... but for how long?

2:15 in length, but content heavy

⚠️ONLY listen if you're okay with horror/suspense/intense scenes. If that kind of stuff makes you panic, then I'd advise you to skip this one!

Headphones recommended, lots of bass (Gets loud at points, so be mindful of the volume)

Has a few custom voice clips done by @arcademoss and me! Not to be confused with the distorted infomercials coming from his speaker...

Spotlights emit from his eyes, which light up the dark alley. Steam also occasionally escapes from his armor/mouth

Hope you can run...

(google drive link)

Sneo dialogue transcript below the cut

"YOU CAN'T RUN [From These Sweet Deals!] FOREVER..." (voiced by arcademoss)

"YOU'RE MINE...! " (voiced by me)

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Extended (and slightly more polished) version of this

POV audio of the listener resting on Spamton NEO’s chest.

this is the Superior version tho. 7:21 in length instead of 0:59. also some added reverb

(headphones recommended if you choose to listen. THERE IS BASS. If you don't wanna listen, that is very ok because it isn't for everyone)

Includes !??!?!?

breathing, heartbeat

purring/growling (but more subtle and better samples)

computer humming (and also steam hissing at one point but its quiet)

Again, I hope its relaxing and not too creepy lol :) 💜💛

UPDATE: mp3 download link (It's also 9 mins cuz file size can be bigger over on drive)

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My #1 post of 2022

I love this

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Sharing cuz why not !#it has just now dawned on me that I’ve made at least over 350 sneo drawings and you know what I’m not even surprised #I’ve lost it!#Spamton neo #im taking a nap

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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Intimate Birthday Party Pt. 2:

Tag: @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @iloveslasher @queer-and-utter-chaos @oceansrose2002

France’s POV:

Today was the day, today I turned 25. It felt strange to say, and I didn’t want to advertise it to my partners who were both older than me. I brushed a hand through my long hair, and my fingers got tangled in a knot. Birthdays we’re always stressful for me, the company made a huge deal out of them, and so had my mother.

But this would be better. Just my friends and love ones and my favourite foods. But the stress was still getting to me. I stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors, rushing back to my room. I went into my adjourned bathroom and took a long look in the mirror.

“Ok Frances, you can do this, it’s just hair…”

I took a deep breath and held up the scissors, squeezing my eyes shut as I heard the sound of splitting hair. When I opened my eyes I was holding a huge chunk of hair. I should have been panicked but I was excited. It felt freeing. I saved a small bundle of hair and kept cutting, throwing the rest into the trash. It seemed weird to be sentimental about something as silly as hair, but just like the rest of me, my hair being seen as “perfect” was a huge part of my life.

Hannibal typically used the master bathroom, but he had supplies in all three bathrooms in the house. I riffled through the drawers and found an electric razor. Bingo. Hannibal and Meadow were already up and out for the day, finishing up stuff for my birthday party. I pulled up Pinterest on my phone and searched for a hair cut I liked.

I pulled up a quick YouTube video to see how to cut it, and went at it. After about fifteen minutes or so it wasn’t looking bad. But the bathroom was a train wreck. I walked to the laundry room and began cleaning up my mess. But this still don’t feel good enough. I wanted a bigger change. I was 25 now, supposedly a quarter way through my life. It was an arbitrary milestone, but it meant something to me that I made it this far. Despite everything I’ve been through.

I hopped into my car, driving into town. My partners warned me they’d be out most of the day, so I had plenty of time to just enjoy my morning and relax. Perhaps I’d get my nails done while I was out too. I made a b-line for the hair dye isle and began contemplating my options. I’d learned a lot about colour theory from Hannibal when he talked about his art. I couldn’t choose between the reddish orange, or full blonde, so I chucked both in my cart.

“That haircut looks nice on you.” The store clerk commented.

“Really? You think so?”

“Totally, it makes your curls look bouncy and light.”

I smiled brightly.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, have fun with your hair” she said with a wink.

The nail shop wasn’t far down the road, and I’d most likely only be there an hour, which gave me enough time to dye my hair, shower, wax and do my makeup before they got back. This was perfect. I was never allowed to wear nail polish as a Ballerina, so I had no idea what colour to choose.

“Hey, this may be a weird question, but could you pick the colour, design, whatever? Surprise me?” I asked the lady checking in at the front desk.

“Sure, I’ll take a look at your nails and see what comes to mind. Any colours you don’t like”

“I open for anything, I’ve umm, I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never gotten your nails done before?”

I shook my head. “My previous profession didn’t allow it.”

She nodded in understanding and led me over to one of the massage chairs. She started warming the water for my pedicure and I could feel my stress melting away as I dipped my feet in. A little makeover was just what I needed. I relaxed and closed my eyes as they did their job. I’d be sure to tip them well. It was a small shop that didn’t look like it got much business. But I found small shops tended to be more intimately run. It wasn’t loud or overwhelming here.

By the time I was done, I was ecstatic. My nails were coffin shaped, with a dark purple shimmer. And she added a little star and moon on my left ring finger. It was romantic, and dark and mysterious, and I loved it. As she was ringing me out, she gave me a weird look as she counted the money.

“I think you gave me too much, it was only $70, you gave me $150.”

“The rest is your tip darling, a thank you for making my birthday nails look perfect.” I smiled.

“Are you sure? You’re giving me more in tip than you paid for the nails.”

“I’m positive, you work hard. Perhaps I’ll stop by more often. It’s nice here.”

“Thank you, that means a lot. It just me and my family running the place. We thought we were gonna have to close down a few months ago, so this really helps. Happy birthday by the way, you’re so kind.”

“Oh dear, that’s disappointing. Well I know two lovely women who would love to get their nails done by you. You’re good at what you do Kid.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“I want to. Best gift on a birthday is a smile.”

I pulled out another $20 from my purse and handed it to her.

“Keep this just for yourself, get yourself something nice for lunch.”

The poor girl looked like she was about to cry.

“Please, let me give you a free manicure next time for all your kindness.”

“Non-sense, you deserved to be paid for all your work. Just keep the lights on, that’s good enough.”

“Can I give you a hug?”

Normally I’d say no, but I was in a much better mood than I’d woken up in. I nodded and she pulled me into a hug.

“Please, stop by any time. You’ll have to tell me all about your birthday.”

“I will, have a good rest of your day. Wishing you some traffic stoping by the store.”

I had the biggest smile on my face as I drove back home. This year was gonna be different. My meds were working, I had a new job, I had too lovely attentive partners, and I was meeting up with an old friend. Good vibes, Alana’s coping mechanisms we’re working.

I went back on Pinterest as I ate the vegan quiche Hannibal had set aside for my breakfast. I cleaned and tried my plate and rushed off to the bathroom. After about ten minuets of contemplation I just decided to do both. It can’t be that hard right? I decided to stick with mostly the burnt orange, and do a blonde undercoat with one stripe in the front. It took about half an hour of struggling to get everything perfect and now I just had to wait.

I decided to multitask and wax, and do my eyebrows while I waited, it would free up more time for me to read and get dressed before they got home. I was excited when the time went off and skipped off to the bathroom. Enjoying the warm water as it poured over my tired body. My body was more sore than normal today, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from having fun.

Hannibal had gotten me a shower chair for when my legs were too tried to stand for a shower. But most of the time he indicated on helping me in the bath instead. Which I didn’t mind at all, it was intimate and sweet and so thoughtful. He never made me feel like a child who couldn’t do things, he just wanted to make things a little easier on me. It was his love language and I adored it, just as I adore him. My brilliant, disturbed Doctor.

It felt so nice to be able to quickly run my hands through my hair and not fuss with it. It was so much quicker. As the steam cleared from the mirror I finally got to see the fruits of my labour. It wasn’t perfect, but it was all me, and that made it great. I could stop touching it. I walked into Hannibal’s room to borrow some of his cologne, and I noticed a large box with my name on it. I picked up the letter on top.

“For my beautiful Frances, enjoy you’re birthday my love -H.L.”

I smiled as I tore into the box. I placed my hand over my mouth when I saw it. It was the most beautiful suit I’d ever seen. The shirt was a dark red, with flowy, puffy sleeves. The suit vest was a black leather, shinned to perfection, that had a corset waist. The pants matched, but had flare legs to compliment the sleeves. It was perfect!

I let out a happy little squeak, not hiding my excitement cause no one is around to here. I quickly finished the rest of my skin care routine, and by then my hair was dry. It had never dried so quickly before. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

As usual the outfit fit me perfectly. I don’t know how Hannibal did it, it was like his secret superpower. And I was very grateful to him, for far more than just that. I curled up on the couch and waited for them both to get home to help them set up. I’m pretty sure Hannibal would insist that they could do it on their own. But it’s my birthday and I wanna help.

I must have fallen asleep cause I felt the gentle shake of my shoulder. I looked up to see Hannibal smiling down at me. God what a beautiful sight, how did I ever get so lucky. He brushed his hand on my cheek and I leaned into it, before he ran another hand through my hair.

“Your hair-“ he said.

“Do you like it?” I asked, trying to push the last bit of sleep out of my voice.

“It’s very you” he smiled.

That was such a Hannibal answer. Indirectly avoiding the question, but somehow still telling you and answer you want to hear. I smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to the couch with me. He let out a sigh.

“There lots of work to be done, Love.”

I shook my head, leaning into his side.

“Just ten more minutes.”

He laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.

“You’re warm.” I smiled.

“Somebodies clingy today.” He mused.

“It’s my birthday, I’m allowed to be. Besides, I just want you guys for my birthday. I’m so happy to have you, my love.”

“And I am happy you’re mine”

He kissed the top of my head.

“But we’ve really have to finish this up if we want things done on time.”

I sighed.

“Fine, fine… go”

I pushed him up off the couch, following after him to the kitchen where Meadow was. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Quickly lower the temperature on whatever she was helping Hannibal to make and rushing over to me. She ran a hand through my hair and smiled.

“You look amazing. I like your hair short” she smiled.

“I was growing annoyed with it, it was time. Honestly I thought I’d be more emotional about it but I never want to have to put my own hair in a ballet bun ever again.” I laughed.

She let out a chuckle. She also kissed the top of my head, perks of being shorter than both your partners I guess.

“Happy Birthday Darling. You look amazing.”

“You do too, that dress looks very nice on you.”

One thing you learn being in a polyamorous relationship is how to share. And how to work through jealously. Most people would be upset if someone wore the same colour as them to their birthday. But it was work of our thing to match our outfits for events like this. For your average Lecter dinner party.

“Oh, Hannibal, Darling I did tell you my friend was coming this evening right?”

“Yes, but you still haven’t given us a name.”

He raised his eyebrow at me. I rolled mine back at him.

“He goes by Chip, he’s an old friend from when I was with the New York company, he’s only in town this evening.”

“That’s nice of him, I’m glad you get to see an old friend.”

I smiled a wide smile, the kind that hurts your face.

“You know I was really nervous to get up and preform that last night.” I said.

Meadow hummed, and Hannibal spoke.

“Nerves are typical before a performance my dear.”

“That’s not what I meant. I love being on the stage, no place I feel happier, besides here of course.”

“Good save.” Meadow joked, shooting me a wink over her shoulder.

“But you guys have never seen me dance like that before. And I guess I was afraid, well you have very high standards Han-“

He cut me off with a pointed stare, and I slowly shut my mouth.

“My love, do you honestly think you could ever disappoint me? I went to your performance every month for a year before that day. It’s not uncommon for artists to have more than one medium, or for dancers to have more than one style. I enjoy the show, because you’re in it.”

I blushed. Of course, Meadow knew he had been to a few of my shows before that day on the roof. But I never told her exactly how many. I’d preformed in front of Doctor Lecter thirty-seven times, and that night would have been the thirty-eight. He never brought a bouquet, only a single flower with its name written in gorgeous red in on a little note from him. H.L. And now, because of his gift from tonight, I had another note for my shoe box. I sometimes read them when I slept alone in my room sometimes. To overstimulated to be next to him, but not wanting to be too far.

“Do you remember what your first note said?” I asked, fondly reminiscing.

“Your performance was as delicate as the petals on this rose.” He let out a small laugh, “not my best work I’m afraid.”

“Yours was the first fan letter that ever stood out to me. And I thought it was adorable.”

“Because it is and now I’m jealous, why don’t I get any cute love notes darling?” She teased.

I watched Hannibal grin wildly, turning to look at her. He hugged her from behind

“Would you like me to write you some love letter my love?” He asked.

She simply nodded, leaning into him. Hannibal chuckled.

“How did I get so lucky with both of you?” He asked dreamily.

I shrugged.

“I don’t know but you’re stuck with us.” I joked.

When everything was all set and ready, it was time to start the party. Hannibal answered the door as usual, and as expected, Alana was the first to show up. Then Beverly, then Will, and last but not least, chip. It was just the right number of people without being entirely overwhelming.

I could tell chip felt a little out of place as he sat at the table, so I decided to introduce him so he wouldn’t have to.

“Everyone, this is chip, my friend from my old dance company” I said.

They all introduced themselves and I could see him relax a little more. Hannibal was plating the food, and I knew we’d all be in for a treat tonight. Much like Meadow, I wasn’t shading our lovers diet, but I made him promise not to serve anyone at my party. This was a special night, I didn’t want to to be tainted.

“You look amazing tonight Frances, are you enjoying yourself?” Alana asked.

Similar to Hannibal, it was hard for her to turn off her analytical mind. Once a therapist, always a therapist. It was something that happened when people were passionate about their jobs. It becomes a core part of their identity, something to be proud of. And why shouldn’t they be, both of them were brilliant. And both of them worked extremely hard.

“I believe I’m having the time of my life” I smiled brightly. “All the people I care about, together in one room to celebrate with me. It makes my heart feel light, like it’s full of butterflies” I smiled.

Hannibal chuckled, taking my hand in his and kissing my fingertips.

“You are adorable my love, Happy Birthday.” He said.

Of course Bev and Alana looked gorgeous as always. Red was absolutely Alana’s colour, it complimented her skin tone. And when we wore it, the colour had sort of a vintage, classy edge to it. And Beverly was the opposite, wearing a muted olive green that made her skin glow. The dress framed her chest in such a way, it made her long arms look dainty, almost as if they were the accessory to the outfit.

Chip was more causal, probably not having packed anything other than the stuff needed for performances and lounging around. I knew how things worked, you always wore something black tie at the last day of shows so the company could show you off. But I appreciated he didn’t wear that suit here. It wouldn’t have been him. He was wearing a simple black button down, with casual black dress pants and a leather jacket over it. It looked nice.

And William, William looked so pretty this evening. His hair was a little longer, like it got when he was too lazy to get a haircut. Showing off his chocolate brown curls. There was sometimes a curl that hung in front of his eyes that I called his superman curl. He was wearing a white button up, with a dark green sweater over. It complemented his skin tone well. But the thing that stood out to me was his hand.

“You painted your nails.” I said, glancing up from my meal to look at William.

Everyone else looked over at him too now. He blushed a little, which was adorable.

“You left you black nail polish at my house. You’re always asking to paint them, so I figured I’d try it out. It’s harder than it looks.” He laughed awkwardly.

I smiled brightly.

“You did a good job, I love them, thank you William. That was so sweet of you.”

He cracked a grin.

“So, I hear you’re working as a dance teacher now?” Chip asked, while clearing his throat.

“Oh, yes! It’s so much fun, I adore those kids. There’s this boy in my class, Damien, and he’s the cutest thing on the whole planet I swear. Damien is shorter then most of the girls, and he gets all shy about it. But when he’s dancing, it’s like he’s never been nervous in his entire life. He reminds me of me when I was younger.”

“Definitely.” He chuckled, “remember how nervous you used to get when you were called in front of the headmistress, little did you know you were her favourite and she was just trying to show you off.”

I blushed profusely.

“Oh?” Hannibal asked.

“She used to stop classes and make me redo the steps alone in front of the class. I always thought she hated me so it pushed me to work harder.”

“That would be quite anxiety enduring” Alana commented.

“Frances was easily the best dancer we had. I was entirely surprised when the company let her go.”

Everyone seemed surprised by that statement. But I was suddenly anxious. I’d never told Hannibal and Meadow why I actually left that dance company.

“Why would they let you go?” Beverly asked confused.

“Oh, ummm, there was this girl, Veronica. She was always jealous of me, I think she had a thing for Chip, and she misinterpreted our relationship and probably saw me as a threat or something. We were preforming one day, and she messed up a leap, falling and shattering her ankle. But she told the headmistress I pushed her.”

“And they didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t?” Meadow was the one to ask.

I shook my head no.

“It’s ok though. I probably would have never moved here if it didn’t happen.” I shrugged.

The rest of dinner was more quiet, until it was the dreaded time for gifts. Beverly was excited and gave me hers first. We had all loved to the living room, to get more comfortable, before desert. I was currently sitting on the floor in between Meadows legs as she and Hannibal sat up on the couch. The box was wrapped in pretty purple paper. It was small, and when I removed the paper it was a little back velvet box.

“We’ll go on Frenchie, open it.”

I blushed, Beverly was the only one who called me that. She liked giving her friends cute nicknames. Bev always knew how to have fun. She made everything a little brighter. I opened the box and gasped.

“Oh mon Dieu!” I squealed, “it’s beautiful!”

I pulled out the necklace, it was a little tear drop shaped vile. With two little rubys on either side, hanging nicely.

“I accidentally cut my hand open the other day, so I saved the blood cause I remembered you said something about these necklaces before.”

“It’s prefect!” I said, “creepy and pretty just like you.”

It was nice how nobody questioned the morbidity of it all. I knew if Jack were here he’d have something to say about it. Next was Alana’S gift, it was a little bigger of a box. She wrapped hers in a simple brown paper, like that of a lunch bag. It was simple, but the wrapping was crisp and precise. I opened the box to find a book. I pulled it out inspecting it.

“It’s a signed copy of IT by Stephan King. Open the cover.” She said happily.

I slowly opened the cover and saw the pretty red pen.

“A gift for Frances on their birthday, stay creepy - King”

I smiled wildly as I read it.

“How did you get him to sign this?” I asked.

“He owed me a favour.” Alana shrugged.

I pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you, I’ll cherish it always!”

William was next. He handed me a box that was bigger than the rest. It was wrapped in black paper with a little red bow on top. It looked like he must have asked Alana for help with wrapping it. I chuckled at the thought of him struggling to make it look nice. Not that it mattered to me, but it was a nice little detail. I opened it to see a black shape, I slowly pulled out a large blanket.

“It’s umm, all your favourite bands. I’ve been collecting the t-shirts all year, and I had a friend make it for you.”

“William,” I said, trying not to cry.

“This is amazing, thank you.”

I swore I’ve never been happier than I was in this movement, surrounded by so much love and people who understood me in a way the world never could. Chip reached into his pocket.

“We’ll my gift isn’t as extravagant as everyone else’s, but I tried.” He laughed awkwardly.

He pulled out a little wrapped cupcake, a birthday candle and a lighter.

“Like old times?” He asked.

And that was when I broke. A tear slipped out of my eye as a I took the cupcake out of his hand and unwrapped it, setting it down on the coffee table, he stuck the little candle in it. I tried wiping the tears from my eyes. Hannibal softly rubbed my back.

“Why are you crying darling?” He asked concerned.

“Sorry, I’m just so happy right now. It’s a little bit much.” I said.

“Aww, Frances you don’t have to apologise for that.” Meadow said softly, “we love seeing you happy.”

I smiled up at them.

“We never really had birthdays growing up, the company didn’t spare much time for outside activities. But every year at midnight on my birthday, Chip and I would sneak down to the vending machine and get a cupcake to split. He’d put a little candle in it and we would blow it out when it hit midnight.” I explained.

“It wasn’t much, but it was the best we could do.” He shrugged.

“It means everything to me, thank you friend.”

I knew Hannibal had made an actual cake, but it felt right to sing over my little cupcake. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as I finally blew out the candle. This evening was perfect. By the time everyone left I was exhausted, but my heart still felt fluttery.

“I’m so proud of you Darling.” Hannibal said.

I looked up at him.

“Huh, why?”

“You did so well today. You enjoyed yourself. It was nice to see. How are you feeling, I know you get a little anxious after gatherings.”

“Amazing!” I squealed, “that was the most fun I had in a whole. Thank you, both of you. I know you would have preferred a bigger party Hannibal but-“

“It’s you’re birthday, it isn’t about me. You know I would do anything for you my love.”

I giggled, standing on my tippy toes and kissing him on the cheek. We had finished cleaning everything up and we’re now lazily laying on the couch. My head on Hannibal’s lap and my feet on Meadow’s. We had a horror movie turned on in the background to finish off the night.

“Would you like to know what Hannibal and I got you now?” Meadow asked.

“You got me more?” I said.

She chuckled.

“We didn’t want to overwhelm you earlier by making you open it in front of everyone else.”

“That’s not exactly something you say when you don’t want someone to be anxious Hannibal” I poked fun lightly.

But I was nervous, they already spoiled me way too much. I was afraid I couldn’t handle much more. My excitement had its limits before it spiralled into madness. And that was the last thing I needed right now. To have a full blown meltdown on my birthday. In front of the two people I love most in this world.

Meadow got up off the couch and walked over to the counter grabbing something. She came back and sat back down, handing me an envelope. I starred at it confused. What could they have possibly gotten me? I shakily opened the envelope and pulled out some card stock. I flipped it over in my hands and gasped.

“No.” I said, “you didn’t”

“We’ve already got everything planned my love, you don’t have to worry about anything”

“And what about my bugs?”

“That’s why I pulled William aside earlier, he’s willing to watch your bugs.”

I was about to start crying again. I didn’t mean to, there were just so many emotions happening right now. I rubbed the plane tickets in my hand, just staring blankly at the sealing.

“How long?”

“One month, but we can always leave sooner if you want to and just come back home. My boss gave me time off work, and Hannibal has his schedule cleared as well. We’ve already packed everything for you darling.” Meadow explained.

“Why are you both so perfect?” I asked.

I felt Hannibal’s chest rumble and he laughed. Their distinct sounds harmonising with each other.

“You’re really taking me back home to France for a whole month? There so much I’ll want to show you!”

“Then we leave in the morning my love”

He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“Happy Birthday Frances.”

“Happy birthday Honey” Meadow said.

We laid on the couch the rest of the evening. Hannibal letting us enjoy watching American Psycho without telling us how inaccurate the whole things was. Tonight was perfect.

An: God this poor woman needed some comfort for once. This chapter was so much fun to write! I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did 🥰

#Hannibal #Hannibal nbc #Hannibal x oc #doctor lecter #Hannibal lecter #Hannibal au #meadow lecter #Frances lecter #will Graham #alana bloom

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Fierce & Feisty Friday

Rules: Post a snippet from one of your fics (can be published or WIP) featuring a fierce and/or feisty character this Friday or next, then tag some people so they can share, too! (Feel free to use the banner if you want!)

This snippet comes from chapter 7 of "Beauty and the Brute," a nearly-complete Beauty and the Beast 1991 retelling.

Summary: Belle has entered into a marriage of convenience with Gaston. By this point in the story, they've grown to be friends. They're out on a walk together to gather medicinal plants, because Belle was trained as a healer by her mother.

The sound of sobbing and screaming grew.

Finally they came upon the source. A young washerwoman with a swollen belly was holding a low tree branch above her head for support. She was grimacing in pain and fear, her face red and covered in a sheen of sweat and tears. Her eyes darted over to Belle and Gaston, peering out frantically behind the pieces of hair that had fallen over them. “The baby’s coming!” she cried.

Gaston froze, but Belle rushed over to the woman, laying a hand on her back and smoothing her hair off her flushed face. “What is your name, madam?”

“Valérie.”

“Bonjour Valérie, I’m Belle, and this is my husband Gaston. Poor dear, you must have been frightened laboring all alone out here, but you’re not alone now. We’re here to help.” They were right at the edge of the woods, and Belle looked beyond the trees to see if the road was in view, but it was too far to make out. Still, Valérie might have several hours of labor left, which would give them plenty of time to get her to a house. “Do you think you can move?”

Valérie shook her head emphatically. “No, no, it hurts too much. I need to push!”

Merde. The urge to push meant they probably didn’t have enough time to move her, but Belle kept her face and voice calm. She stroked her back and spoke to her in a soothing tone. “OK, that’s alright, Valérie. You’re fine right here. May I check how close the baby is?”

Valérie nodded once, but then her face crumpled in pain and a moan escaped through her gritted teeth as another contraction rose up within her. Belle kept rubbing her back and murmured comforting things until Valérie’s face relaxed enough to indicate the contraction had passed.

Gaston stared wide-eyed as Belle knelt down on the ground and stuck her head and arms under Valérie’s skirts. She pulled her head out only a few seconds later but kept her arms under. “Valérie, your baby is almost here. You are doing so well. When the next pain comes, give me a nice big push. Gaston—” He jumped at suddenly being addressed. Belle’s voice had switched from soothing to commanding. “I need you to find a few pieces of clean, dry cloth out of all this laundry, quickly.”

Gaston dashed around the clearing and pawed through the laundry scattered about. As he searched, he heard the woman begin wailing again, much louder than before, while Belle encouraged her, yes, push hard, that’s it, well done. His heart began hammering wildly. “It’s all dirty or wet!” he cried out when the two women quieted.

“I’m going to need your shirt, then,” she called back, while she began unknotting the apron she was wearing over her dress.

“What?”

“Take it off, Gaston, and get back over here.” She spoke firmly but didn’t shout; the mother needed a calm atmosphere. She laid her apron on the ground under Valérie. “Valérie, you are doing so well. Baby just needs a bit more room to get out. We’re going to have to get you kneeling down.”

“Kneel down? I can’t, I can’t move!” she sobbed.

“You can do it; you’re so strong. Gaston is going to help you.” Gaston had just stepped to Belle’s side with his shirt in hand. “Gaston, fold that and put it on my lap, and then you need to hold Valérie so she can kneel.” He stared at her with eyes wide and wild, his breath rasping out of his open mouth; she’d never seen him terrified before. “Gaston, Valérie needs us to be strong for her. We’re going to help Valérie,” she said sternly.

He swallowed hard and nodded, moving behind Valérie. He took hold of her shoulder with one hand and grasped her hands with his other so she could let go of the branch, then slowly lowered her to her knees on top of Belle’s apron. He grimaced as she squeezed his right hand tighter than an owl’s talons around its prey, but she was trembling like a frightened rabbit against his other hand supporting her shoulder. Her weight was nothing for him, yet he was gulping for air like a fish out of water.

He glanced down at Belle, her arms still hidden under Valérie’s skirts. Her eyes were focused, she was breathing evenly, and not a tremble was to be seen throughout her body. Gaston was flabbergasted that she was staying so calm! But he remembered that Belle had said they needed to be strong for Valérie. Be strong, I am strong, be calm like Belle, he thought, as he tried to slow the heaving of his chest.

Belle felt the next contraction start. “One more big push and your baby will be here, Valérie! Push!”

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depressedkakashismut · 1 year

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I tagged 62 of my posts in 2022

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#ok but gai got that for him as an absolute joke and was equally surprised to fond out it’s a whole ass kink for both of them

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pls talk about anything trans kakashiiii

Trans Kakashi, my love.

Kakashi has a strict ‘no touching the chest’ rule. He does not like being reminded of his chest and that rule stays in place until he finally has time to get top surgery

The same issue does not apply to his groin. Kakashi loves Strap on’s but he also loves getting fucked senseless by his partner any way they want to have him. He is perfectly confident in his body regardless of not having bottom surgery, and actually enjoys having the option of ‘interchangeable dicks’

Gai has a favorite strap on. It’s a big purple one that’s nicely ribbed for pleasure, and he always gets excited when Kakashi pulls it out for their night together.

Kakashi is also perfectly happy riding his partner. Obito is his favorite to ride because he just makes such a pretty picture laying on the bed with his fingers digging into Kakashi’s hips while Kakashi rides his cock. Relaxed, ready to be used, Obito is probably one of Kakashi’s favorites and Obito both hates it and loves it.

30 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

Kakashi can last one round and then he’s done. Too exhausted to keep going

Unfortunately for him, Gai is a beast in a fight and in bed and can go a solid three rounds without even breaking a sweat

Explaining to Tsunade-sama that Kakashi’s in the hospital because Gai blew out his back AND exhausted him to a point that’s somehow worse than chakra exhaustion is…. Not the best conversation to be having

Yet they keep having it

At least once a month

And she’s so sick of them XD

30 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

oh nooo tumblr search is broken. guess you'll have to tell us again what would make kakashi beg for it in bed... ;P

For Kakashi to beg? Oh anon, that’s so easy for anyone who knows this man 💜💜💜

Call him a good boy. He may not be an Inuzuka but he is a dog man and he will become putty in your hand as soon as those words leave his mouth.

Let him worship you. Kakashi adores him partner and being given the freedom to show that love is a good way to make him horny. By the time he’s done lavishing you with press he’ll be begging to fuck you.

Tie him up and blind fold him. The only thing Kakashi won’t let you do is put anything in his mouth (like a ball gag is a hard no) but everything else he enjoys to the max. Being unable to touch his partner is like torture and it won’t take long for him to cave and start begging to touch you.

Overstimulate him with touch. He’ll be desperate to please and to get off

Give him a collar. Look, kakashi doesn’t have a thing for being ‘owned’ but he does have a thing for being claimed and what better way to show it than to put a collar around his neck? He’s yours no questions asked snd he’s begging for that attention

31 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

Obito has a lot of thoughts about what he’s going to do with Kakashi once he gets those pants off. How he’s going to fuck him, ride him, play with him. Anything and everything is running through his head

It all comes to a screeching halt when he finally gets those pants off and the knowledge that Kakashi is trans smacks him in the face like a ten ton brick. Not that he forgot, just that in his brain Kakashi=boy and that was the end of that.

Kakashi just looks up at him like ‘you ok?’ And Obito has to think fast

It’s ok though, he’s great at being spontaneous and really, it’s not that diffrent.

Kakashi still gets on his knees and lets Obito fuck his ass, it’s just finding the hole is a little more troublesome because it’s in slightly diffrent spots. Once he does though he’s back on track and Kakashi makes such pretty noises.

But also, Obito really does love getting fucked once in a while so he’s a lil sad until Kakashi tells him he has strap ons

Not just one, but many. Obito gets to choose and that makes him more excited than he would like to admit

But he’s going to enjoy fucking kakashi fist. It’s kinda nice having kakashi on his knees for him, paints a pretty picture. Of course, Kakashi’s a bossy ass bottom and Obito’s annoyed that it makes him even more excited

Other than a short pause and the dawning realization that he did NOT think this through, nothing changes. Obito still gets to fuck Kakashi senseless, and he even gets to rid a nice pretty blue dildo that is ridged in all of the right places

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My #1 post of 2022

Would Kakashi enjoy having a smaller S/O where when he slid himself inside them, he'd see his cock poking their insides, and being visible as a belly bulge?

I don’t think it’s something Kakashi would seek out in a partner. His concern with partners is emotional connection and personality, not looks or how they would look splayed out in front of him in bed. There are of course bonus’ he will enjoy if he gets them, but it’s not a driving force for him dating someone.

His main concern in bed is his partners face. Seeing the pleasure twisting at their face, hearing the beautiful words that spill from their lips from them. His own personal show on display, all because of how he’s fucking them.

His goal is to make his partner feel good. To help them climax and enjoy themselves to the fullest. So while he certainly would enjoy seeing a little belly bulge if it caught his eye, it’s not something I think he would be looking for.

He’s far more concerned with watching his partner and enjoying every bit of them and their reactions that he can.

41 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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I posted 939 times in 2022

That's 939 more posts than 2021!

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Hi! I wanted to request for a hangman fic based on that Tiktok where the girl texts her bf asking where he is because somebody just sent her pics of him getting into some girl’s car and after a little banter, he asks for the pic and it’s a picture of a cockroach getting into a toy car 🤣

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiYL43Dv719/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

This was fun! I got none of the other writing done tonight that I wanted to! But I did this and it made me laugh so that's cool!

harmless fun

jake seresin x reader; 395 words; no warnings; written on mobile so be kind to me, pls. ❤

Truth be told, you knew you were needlessly testing the bounds of your boyfriend's love, all for a tiktok. But it would be fun... right?

I can't believe you would do this to me, Jake.

Babe I told you I'd be home when the game is over. Not ditching you

Not that. You know what you did.

What did I do???

You set your phone down, mostly because the fit of giggles you'd devolved into made it harder and harder to hold it and sit upright. You wondered for a moment how long you'd be able to sustain the joke, but thought it best to enjoy the moment. Jake Seresin was many things, but foremost he was actually a great and loyal partner — which only made this whole ordeal funnier. He was an attractive man, and he knew it, so that sometimes was... misread by strangers. Hell, it had taken 3 progressively more dramatic attempts for him to get your attention — and keep it long enough to ask you out on a date. And now look at you: all starry-eyed and wearing the man's old t-shirt while you did dishes in what was technically his house. You'd just moved in a good awhile ago.

And then you realized, in your efforts to be a good housemate and not leave your dirty dishes in the sink for your partner to come home to, you'd totally left him hanging in the middle of a joke that wouldn't seem like a joke if you forgot the punchline.

Hello??

Babe?

Missed call Jake

Can you at least tell me what I did

Missed FaceTime call Jake

Please

Fine!

He'd left you the perfect opening to claim you were waiting it out, but he'd replied in seconds anyway. Just a simple ok. You knew he was growing anxious, and you'd need to wrap this up soon. Poor guy. You could practically see his knee bouncing.

One of my friends just sent me a picture of you getting into a car with another girl!

???

I'm literally sitting here watching the game with Javy. Last I checked, he's not a girl

And then: Send me the picture. Let me see. Please

You were giggling again by the time you hit send on the picture you'd stolen from a quick Google search. Seconds later, your boyfriend replied:

I'm on my way home.

And you just knew he was already planning his revenge.

215 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

idle time

a/n: this was supposed to be short, but here we are. thank you @luminousnotmatter for the sweet request!! <;3 warnings: 18+ for blink and you’ll miss it innuendo, anxiety mention, angst, a bit of fluff, a bit of slice of life / domesticity word count: 965 summary: Bradley has a problem with down time, and you’re determined to help him relax. pairing: bradley bradshaw x f!reader

A rare rainstorm had rolled through Southern California, and the smell of it had settled into the air around the small home you shared with Bradley. You inhaled contentedly in front of the open window in your kitchen, and allowed a smile to ease onto your features. This ‘between deployment’ time was your favorite. The sight of your softly snoring husband curled up beside you, always touching you in some way even while he slept, never failed to soften your heart. It had taken a few weeks at home for his nightmares to lessen, but you knew as soon as he had healed his heart against what he'd put it through, it would be time to reopen those old wounds once more. Maybe less so now, as a TOPGUN instructor, but you weren't convinced he wouldn't find reason to get back in the air on a more regular basis. Still, there was no one else you’d rather help put back together, if it came down to it.

Today, though, today was quiet. After he’d coaxed you out of bed early with a stack of his famous blueberry pancakes, your husband had busied himself with running errands. You knew that he hated idle time and what it did to him, so you let him run himself almost ragged on his days at home, as much as he let you waste away on yours. No matter what Bradley got up to on any given day, he always found time to unwind with you. What was better than that?

You’d finally got the kitchen back into its usual clean state after this morning’s breakfast resulted in more than pancakes being on offer. The rhythmic hum of the dishwasher caused a slight smile to ease onto your features as you wandered toward where your Switch was docked in your living room, then cradling your favorite silly hobby in your palms as you headed outside to where your porch swing sat currently unused. Bradley had installed it not long after you moved in for your ‘future kids.’ The mention made you blush. But right now, it was all yours.

Eyes barely open, you were in the middle of contemplating a nap when you heard the tell-tale sound of Bradley closing the door to his Bronco. You weren’t sure how long you’d been curled up there on the porch swing; the allure of Disney Dreamlight Valley was never one you could resist. You called out a ‘back here!’ and realized you were shouting — the rain had gotten heavier. Idly, you wondered if that was what had your husband returning home. Though, when he rounded the corner of your home and came into view, you could instantly see the scowl of a bad mood planted firmly on his face. You sat up, placing your Switch on the small side table at your left. He didn’t say anything, just wordlessly, sullenly, planted himself beside you. You inhaled a breath to ask what was up, but he shook his head. A beat passed. Then another, and then another. It took another full moment before you raised your hands, palms smoothing over his back, the planes of hard muscle tense beneath his wet t-shirt. You applied a bit more pressure as you continued, and felt his posture lose its rigidity, slowly but surely. Then, you slid your arms around his shoulders, and rested your cheek against his shoulder blade.

Still, you didn’t pry.

Instead, you gently pulled your husband to lay back with you, then coaxed him into laying his head against your chest. The man was 6’2,” and completely enamored with being held, cradled by you, just like this. As your fingers carded through his curls, you began to hum a faint melody. You were halfway through the song when he began to speak.

“The pantry and the fridge are fully stocked.”

“Okay,” you said slowly.

“And there’s nothing wrong with the Bronco.”

“That’s great, babe.”

“I worked out this morning.”

“Yes, I saw you leave.”

“And I still have so much…”

“Time?” you finally dared to insert an opinion of your own. Never wanting to overstep, but rather provide space for your partner to open up as he wanted — like a flower, opening and closing of its own accord. You only ever wanted to tend to him, never smother.

But then, he affirmed your suspicion with a soft, huffed: “Yes.”

“Bradley,” you said quietly, “you are allowed to relax, you do know that, right?”

“No, I know—”

“See, I don’t think you do.” He grunted in protest, though he quieted as your fingers massaged into his scalp once more. “I know you hate idle time, and the anxiety that settles into you when you feel like you have nothing to do, but I promise you it’s okay.”

“You’re safe, baby,” you continued, leaning down to press kisses into the soft bed of curls at the top of his head. His arms came up and around you as much as they could on your small porch swing, then tightened. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He wasn’t parroting the words back. Even without looking at your husband, you could tell he was sincere; he meant it with every solid, square inch of him. This beautiful anxiety-ridden man loved you with all he had. And you loved him all the same.

One of your hands left its post in his hair and drifted toward his back, where your palm once again moved in slow circles. He didn’t say anything more, and neither did you. Even as the sky began to darken and the rain teetered off to a sprinkle.

Bradley exhaled out a little sigh, and you thought he was preparing to speak again, but instead, you were comforted by the sound of his soft snores.

277 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

me: aw he's just a sweet lil guy the guy in question:

287 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

more than this

a/n: HI. Me again! After talking with @rosiahills22, I simply HAD to give this idea a whirl. I hope y’all enjoy! Reader’s callsign is Van Gogh (to be explained) and I don’t use Y/N. :) special thanks to @bradshawsbitch for the encouragement. :’)

warnings: so much mutual pining, dash of angst toward the end. Generally, all my posts are 18+ because I don’t want minors interacting with my page! Probably naval inaccuracies.

word count: 3975

summary: You and Jake have been best friends for years now… Why mess with a good thing?

pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader, Jake Seresin x Aviator!Reader — callsign: Van Gogh

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My #1 post of 2022

worth it

a/n: yet again this was supposed to be short but sierra cannot shut up!! <3 thanks anon for this sweet request! i’ll get back to work on my 7 wips now. 🫣 warnings: 18+ for mild coarse language and some shameless thirsting. domestic!hangman is my fave. just super fluffy. word count: 1275 summary: Jake is far more attentive than you previously gave him credit for, but it sparks a big revelation. pairing: jake seresin x reader

It was rare to come home and not see your boyfriend already there, watching whatever film he was obsessed with this week, especially when he was on leave. You’d never complain, though it was comical to see him in your space. His muscular frame made your furniture look like it belonged in a dollhouse, sometimes. So, today, you were a little sullen to come home and not find him stretched out on your gray sofa, one arm curled behind his head — putting that delicious bicep on display — and one leg hanging off the arm of the couch.

Though before you could allow your mild and unreasonable disappointment to settle in, your phone rang, your favorite coworker's name flashing across the screen.

“Hey, you know I'm not currently being paid to talk to you right now, right?” The teasing lilt to your voice was unmistakable.

“She quit!” Your coworker barked in response, before you could get another word in edgewise.

“What do you mean she quit?”

You put the phone on speaker, then set it down onto your kitchen counter, while you headed toward the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water.

“She marched into the office, handed over an envelope, then walked back to her desk. She’d already packed everything up, so she just grabbed a box and rolled.”

“What?” Your voice had jumped an octave. You stilled, standing at your kitchen island with your hands against the countertop.

It was at just that moment, your front door opened, and Jake appeared in the doorway, arms full of grocery bags. You waved, then held a finger to your lips and pointed to your phone. He nodded and mouthed an ‘okay’ as he came nearer. Then, your coworker launched into the story, as well as her theories surrounding the resignation of the third assistant editor at the magazine you worked for. You let her go on, muttering a comment or two of your own when you could, for so long that Jake had replaced your bottle of water with a glass of wine. It had taken you a moment to recognize that it was your favorite brand, but last you checked, you’d ran out last week and had forgotten about buying a new bottle. You were definitely listening to your coworker, but your eyes followed Jake around the kitchen, while he busied himself with getting a start on dinner.

At the next lull in the conversation, you cut in, “Darlin’, I gotta go. Jake’s here.” This earned you a particularly salacious sounding oooh. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you’re bright and early, so we can have front row seats to the mess.”

When you hung up the phone, you inhaled to speak, but Jake beat you to it, still facing the stove.

“That bitch Debbie strikes again. I’m telling you, somebody needs to put her in her place. I think it should be you, by the way, I’m just saying.”

Blinking slowly, you wordlessly stared at your boyfriend’s back. Your silence prompted him to turn around, fingers still curled around the handle of the pot he was currently sauteing asparagus in. “What?” He glanced down at himself, then a knowing look crossed his features. With a free hand he gestured toward his body, and the black hoodie he currently wore. “I know, I stole the Navy hoodie back, but it’s really comfortable. I promise I will wash it and return it to your closet where it belongs.”

“Not that, you doofus,” you snorted, closing the small space between you to hop up on the counter beside where he was cooking. You practically had stars in your eyes. “You remembered my boss’ name?”

A look of bewilderment creased your boyfriend’s brows as his gaze settled on you. “Obviously?”

And there you were again, blinking like a fuckin’ owl because what was your life right now? Your perfect boyfriend with his perfect, gorgeous smile, in your tiny kitchen, cooking you dinner and remembering the small details of your life. And, sure, the bar was in hell, but to say your past partners were less than ideal was an incredibly generous statement.

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” you finally admitted, tone noncommittal.

“What do you mean?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“I mean, I haven’t always received that level of effort before.”

His lips slipped into a frown for a moment, just long enough for you to catch it. “It’s you,” he said softly. “You’re worth it. You’re worth every level of effort. Every level? Any amount? However you say that properly. You’re worth it.” He paused then to point an accusatory finger in your direction. “Don’t make fun of me, English Major.”

He shot you a grin, but the tips of his ears were bright red — a telltale sign of embarrassment. Jake hated when he rambled on, but you loved it. Especially when he wasn’t cognizant of his accent, and it poured out over his words like molasses.

“So, anyway,” he continued, now returning his full attention to the stove. “Enough about Deb. Hate her. How’s Kelly and the baby? Did she and Jason like the gift you got them? I feel like babies can never have enough onesies.”

“We got them,” you corrected, gently nudging Jake’s arm with your own. After all, he had helped you select a gift for one of the other editorial assistants without having ever met the woman or her partner. No, in fact, most of your coworkers only existed as characters in stories to him, but he was fascinated by every little detail you told him. Moreover, as you discovered tonight, he’d retained every detail you’d told him, committed them to memory. Despite the busy, intricate details of his own job, he remembered all of these silly little things about the staff for the magazine you worked for.

You watched with amusement as a blush colored the blond’s cheeks, though he nodded before parroting back a short ‘we.’ Your eyes continued to study him as he prepared your shared meal, watched the way his eyes lit up when he found you looking at him, the way he babbled on about his cooking technique.

You were desperately, unshakably in love with this man. And if you were unsure before, you knew it now. And it didn’t matter that sometimes he was worlds away, didn’t matter that you wouldn’t always be in the same time zone, or that sometimes you’d have to fall asleep without the warmth of his embrace. No, this man, and the love he inspired in you, was worth it.

“Did you hear what I said?” he interrupted your reverie, eyes narrowed in playful irritation.

“I’m in love with you, Jake Seresin.”

And you weren’t nervous. You knew this man loved you, too, all the same. Because he came home to you and bought your favorite wine and listened to your ranting. Still, your heart was eased when a look of pure adoration crossed his features when he looked at you. He reached a hand out to turn off the fire on the stove, then came to stand between your parted thighs.

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Pink Lemonade

CHAPTER 3

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess), Slow burn af

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: hEy guys, I’m SO sorry for 1. taking so long for this shitty chapter and 2. I will no longer be tagging new people simply because I am so lost and I feel like I will miss half of the people who asked so I don’t want to make anyone feel forgotten or upset

THIS ISN’t PROOF READ I SUCK I KNOW I hate thIS STORY

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The next morning you woke up before Jeno, you tried to silently sneak out to give him the chance of pretending nothing happened, in case he decided it had all been a drunken mistake and it should be forgotten. Your plan was proven kind of difficult with the whole having to untangle yourself from the man and unzipping the tent open situation, bright sun rays suddenly filling the space. You winced at the light and tried to quickly close the door back up, startled by a groaning sleepy Jeno who confusedly sat up and rubbed his eyes, “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I was just trying to get out,” You apologized.

“Oh, ok. What time is it?”

“I have no idea, my phone died.”

The man searched for his phone among the covers and sighed when he realized he had run out of battery too. You awkwardly stared at each other, not really knowing if one of you should bring up what had happened or just casually move on.

“I don’t think the others are up yet,” You tried to start a conversation before the tension could swallow you up.

“Probably not. I’m still sleepy though, could go for a morning nap,” He smiled before lying back down, you were thankful he was trying to end the awkwardness too.

“I love morning naps.”

“Come join?” He asked with hopeful eyes and you nodded before practically throwing yourself back into his side, careful to not touch him in case he wasn’t interested and you didn’t want to impose yourself. You turned your back to Jeno and closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep in seconds, but was surprised when you felt the man’s arm silently wrapping around your waist and his chest pressing against your back before lazily whispering a “Good night” against the back of your neck. You smiled contently to yourself, hearing Jeno’s breathing get heavier and slower as sleep took over him, following his steps soon after.

The second time you woke up, was to a screaming Jisung. You and Jeno both jumped awake, startled, before running outside thinking there was a snake or something dangerous like that. The two of you were soon staring at the young boy judgingly, looking between him and the cockroach on the floor.

“Jisung, it’s dead,” Jeno sighed, trying to not get annoyed at the young man.

“It’s still moving!” He whined, still refusing to go down from the camping chair.

“They do that,” You sighed too, giving up on trying to make sense of the situation and approaching the boy with your hand out to help him down. “C’mon, help me to put the things back in the truck so we can go back to the Inn.”

Jisung reluctantly did as you said and Jeno started to wake up the others, everyone folded their tents and picked up the trash in silence, too tired and hungover to play around. If looked from afar, one might have you mistaken for extras on a zombie movie.

As you arrived back at the Inn, everyone crawled into their rooms without muttering a single word. You took advantage of the moment to take a shower since you were still in your bikins and Jaemin’s sweater, feeling completely disgusting after a day (mostly a night) of sweating. You were deep in your nirvana state of mind, enjoying the hot water relaxing your muscles and finally cleaning your hair of all that lake water, when you heard a bang at the door. You jumped in shock and looked over at the door instantly.

“Whoever is there, please let me in, I really need to pee!” Jisung screamed, fist still knocking on the door in urgency.

“You can use the bathroom downstairs!”

“Cockroaches,” He squealed before letting out a loud whine. “Please, I’m going to explode.”

You lightly groaned at the inconvenience before quickly shutting the water down and wrapping your towel around you, opening the door and signaling to Jisung that the bathroom was all his. He banged the door shut and you leaned against the hallway wall, waiting to return to your very good shower that you were missing very much after experiencing the chilly wind outside.

“Is there anything wrong?” Jaemin asked after opening his door, seeming like he had just woken up from a deep slumber.

You tried to act casually, like you weren’t standing around in just a towel, “Everything’s awesome.”

Jaemin had his mouth open to start saying something else when another door opened, an annoyed Haechan appearing behind it, “Who’s yelling and why?”

“Jisung needed to use the bathroom,” You explained, feeling way to exposed and embarrassed to elaborate.

“Can’t a guy ever sleep in peace?” Renjun’s suddenly appeared from his room, whining at his friends and rubbing at his eyes sleepily.

“Ok, can everyone please stay inside their rooms for the next 30 seconds?!” You requested loudly in frustration, kind of laughing internally at the way Jeno was midway through opening his door before muttering a sorry and closing it back in super speed.

“Yeah, sorry,” Renjun apologized before going back to his nap, but you didn’t miss the way he gave you a once-over first.

“Enjoy your shower,” Jaemin smiled at you before copying his friend.

Haechan simply stood there staring at you and you looked at him in expectation and a ting of annoyance. The man smirked at you before winking, “Looking good.”

“Yeah, and very much naked, so if you could like, just go inside for a minute,” You politely requested.

“But that’s very much what I’d like to see,” He playfully flirted with a low voice so no one would hear, slowly approaching you. He gave you no time to react as he looked down at your chest, right hand suddenly pinching your hardened nipple and you gasped in surprise, “Cold?”

He looked up at you with a teasing look and you nodded with furrowed eyebrows, confused as to what he was playing. Haechan whispered a “cute” against your ear before returning to his room with a smirk, right on time for Jisung to open the door, “Thank you so much! I’m sorry for interrupting your shower. I think I had the content of two whole wine bottles in my bladder.”

“It’s ok,” You assured him absently, still bothered by Haechan’s antics. You honestly had thought he was all bark and no bite, you two have been playfully flirting since day one and you had guessed it was just part of your friendship dynamic considering you both always laughed about it.

Well, you could do nothing about it except from seeing where life would take you two.

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After showering, you prepared some yogurt bowls with fruits and granola for breakfast, figuring you could all have a late lunch. Jaemin came downstairs after an hour and helped you out, stopping you from murdering another poor orange.

“Do you think everyone will be up for an activity today?” You asked, hoping they would opt for a more relaxing afternoon, as you were pretty much tired and hungover yourself.

Jaemin softly laughed, “If the activity is dying on the floor of the living room, yes.”

“Oh, thank god.”

“Slept late?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you almost dropped the knife you were holding.

Does he know?

“I went to bed right after you did, red wine is just not my friend,” You awkwardly laughed, trying to calm your mind down. He couldn’t have heard anything over the loud singing yesterday and Jeno probably didn’t tell him.

Jaemin said nothing to that and you both enjoyed a semi-comfortable silence until he offered, “Want me to teach you how to peel an orange?”

“Theoretically speaking I know how to do it, I just can’t make my hands actually work,” You laughed, but moved closer so he could show you anyways.

“I’ll teach you an easier way then, it’s not ideal but it’s better than losing half of the orange,” He teased and you glared at him. “You just have to cut it in half like this, and then like this. Actually you can cut it as many times as you want to. When they are in slices like this you can just use your fingers to pull the peel away.”

“Oh, I think I can do that,” You exclaimed in excitement, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Hey, do you by any chance have more of that pineapple cake?”

“Chenle finished it but I can go to town to buy some more when we’re done with this. You can come along if you want to, they have a lot of options.”

“That sounds great.”

The two of you managed to quickly finish decorating the bowl, even adding some pretty flowers Jaemin went out to pick on top of it. After placing it all in the fridge so it wouldn’t become a mess until the others woke up, you scribbled down a note letting them know you had gone to the city and would be right back before heading outside to the car.

“Can I drive?” Jaemin asked jokingly, knowing your car was very dear to you.

“If you crash it, you’re giving me that watch,” You rolled your eyes, throwing the keys at him, who looked surprised at your compliance but laughed excitedly when catching the keys. His watch was probably worth more than your car anyways.

You hesitantly climbed into the passenger seat and tried to not say anything as Jaemin left the property in reverse, you hated riding shotgun.

He did look kind of hot, though.

“I know how to drive, you know? You don’t have to grip the handles so tight,” The man laughed once you were already on the road.

“I’m just not used to not being the one behind the wheel,” You apologized, forcing yourself to relax your hands on your lap so you wouldn’t offend a man’s driving’s skills. “Turn right on that street. Did you enjoy skiing?”

“I did, yesterday was just a fun day as a whole. You also looked really pretty in my sweater,” He looked at you softly and It took a lot of control for you to not melt into the seat.

“I’m giving it back as soon as I wash it, by the way. Thank you again for not letting me freeze.”

“Don’t worry. You can keep it, it looked better on you.”

“Jaemin, I know you’re trying to be a gentleman and all but that’s a Balenciaga swea-“

“And I’d like for you to have it.”

“I’m really living everyone’s fanfic’s dreams, aren’t I?” You giggled softly.

“Do you read those?” Jaemin chuckled.

“Of course. I live in the middle of nowhere, anything to pass the time. Follow that Sunny Mountain sign.”

“Ok. You should teach me how to find those, I’m curious as to what our fans write about us.”

“Uh, you really shouldn’t.”

“Dirty stuff?”

“Lots of it, probably.”

Jaemin laughed at that but said nothing more, deciding to pay attention to the road for once. You were distracted trying to find a cool Spotify playlist on your phone when you felt the man’s hand on your thigh, he didn’t move it and he didn’t look at you, just staring straight ahead with a casual demeanor like it was something you did all the time. You said nothing about it, just enjoyed the touch and followed his lead.

As you arrived at the city, you directed Jaemin around until you were parking right in front of the little traditional bakery.

“Good morning, Mary. Looking beautiful as always,” You complimented the old lady behind the counter, who you have known since you were a little girl. “Please tell me you made some pineapple cake.”

“My dear, if I didn’t I would run out of business,” Mary laughed. “I’ll wrap one up for you.”

“Thank you. Jaem, do you want to try something else?” You asked, pointing to the display in front of you full of a variety of cakes, which this region was famous for. “This is a banana one, it’s so good. The wine one is also tasty.”

Jaemin shivered at the word wine and you laughed because honestly, same.

“The banana one sounds good,” He agreed.

“Mary, I’ll take one half banana, half peach.”

The boy looked at you surprised that you remembered his favorite fruit and you just smiled at him, showing you were also paying attention.

“On it. Is that your boyfriend? I’ve been praying for you to find someone to keep you company in that big old house for ages,” The lady started, taking the cakes from the displays to cut them for you.

“He’s handsome, isn’t he?” You joked, winking at Jaemin who gave you a teasing smile back. “But unfortunately he’s just a guest at the Inn.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate, but it’s a pleasure to meet you anyways. Maybe it’s better this way, my Gus would be jealous.”

You laughed in joy at the mention of your childhood summer friend, “How is he? I miss him!”

“He’s doing amazing,” She answered with a smile when talking about her grandson, placing the cakes’ halves on a plastic plate. “He just graduated last year, rented me a fancy dress and all.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that! I need to congratulate him. When he’s back in town, can you ask him to drop by the Inn really quickly? We’re having some internet problems as always.”

“Of course, dear. He will love that, I bet he’ll come around by the weekend. Here’s your cakes! I’ll put it on your account.”

Jaemin helped you getting one of the boxes from the balcony and you got the other.

“Thank you, Mary! Have a nice day!”

“You kids too!”

You carefully placed the cakes on the back seats, wrapping the seatbelts around it so they wouldn’t move during the transportation as Jaemin looked around, appreciating the view.

“The city is pretty cute, right?”

“It is, actually. Is that an ice cream place?”

“Kind of. But they do have an ice cream buffet.”

“That sounds awesome, can we go there?”

“I guess the cakes won’t go bad in the car if we’re quick.”

“They won’t, it’s kind of cold today.”

“Right? I thought I was sick or something,” You complained, pouting at the temperature change.

“Here, let’s go freeze,” Jaemin laughed, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and leading you across the street.

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You figured you liked Jaemin. As in, you really liked Jaemin. He was just so easy to talk to and a genuine funny caring guy – You didn’t see much of those anymore.

What was supposed to be a quick trip to the town turned into a 2 hour long tour around all the little spots the city had to offer, playfully taking photos of each other like you were in a romantic movie or something. When you finally went back to the Inn, your heart was swollen and your cheeks were hurting from smiling too much.

“Be right back my ass,” Haechan welcomed you with a grunt.

“We took long but we brought cake,” You pinched his pouting face.

“Ok, I forgive you.”

“Are you guys hungry?”

“For cake? Yes,” Jisung excitedly exclaimed.

“I meant for real food, it’s past lunch time.”

“We actually just ate breakfast, Jeno is still sleeping,” Renjun informed.

“It’s ok, I’ll cook today,” Jaemin messed with your hair and you glared at him.

“No, you won’t. You’re a guest here.”

“And I’m a great cook, so get your ass back in bed and I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“That’s rude of you, Na Jaemin,” You joked.

“Learning from the best.”

You glared at him but decided to accept your fate. After your nap with Jeno and your shower, you were not sleepy anymore, so you decided to invite the rest to sunbathe in the lower deck by the lake. Haechan and Mark were happy to join and the three of you sprawled around under the blue sky after changing into your bathing suits. You were struggling to get sunscreen on your back and Mark silently asked for the tube in your hand, doing It for you as Haechan blabbed about League of Legends – It was really hard to hide the chills across your skin when you were wearing basically no clothes.

After Mark got over being awkward because of your exposed skin, he was actually one of the most fun people to be around that you had ever hung out with. He literally laughed and got excited over everything you and Haechan said and it made you feel special, you definitely understood his charms now. Also, with him being from Canada and all, you two had a lot more in common than you had imagined, which was revitalizing.

Soon enough, both boys started bickering over something and you just closed your eyes and tried to drift off, this was supposed to be relaxing time. But then again, it was hard to put relaxing and Haechan in the same sentence.

After what seemed like ten minutes of the men next to you arguing, you suddenly heard your name and opened your eyes begrudgingly with a “Huh?”

“Help us. Who’s right?” Haechan asked.

“I ain’t even listening, I’m sorry.”

“Haechan over here seems to think he has a bigger chance with you than I do,” Mark smirked and you chocked around air. What kind of demon possessed Mark Lee’s body?

“Of course I do, don’t I?” It was Haechan’s turn to smirk at you and you just stared between them totally lost. They were arguing about song lyrics a few minutes ago, what the fuck happened? “So? Who’s right?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me,” Haechan lifted an eyebrow at you in a challenging way.

“Let her speak,” Mark cut him off and you felt goosebumps up your body once again at his strict tone. Damn, that was definitely not expected from Mark Lee.

“This is very unprofessional,” You muttered in shock, not really knowing what to say.

“Oh, c’mon. You think I didn’t hear your little show with Jeno the other night?” Mark laughed darkly and you shrank into yourself.

“What? What happened with Jeno?” Haechan asked confused.

“Nothing,” You quickly inform, trying to end that conversation.

Mark tsks and softly put your hair behind your ear, looking at you with endearing eyes, “Our pretty Y/N had some fun times with Jeno in their tent, didn’t she? Tell Haechan.”

You gulped and turned to Haechan, only nodding in shame because you were not about to admit you sucked his friend out loud. The boy’s eyes only widened and you could see Mark’s smirk from the corner of your eyes, what a wicked man.

“Guess none of us have a chance, then. Since Jeno got to you first,” Mark played and you briskly shook your head, feeling how you were already pulsing between your legs. The man raised an eyebrow at your reaction, like it wasn’t what he had planned, “Oh?”

“Please,” Was all that you managed to let out. Too embarrassed to elaborate.

“Kiss her,” He ordered and you noticed he was talking to Haechan, who smiled widely before bending down to capture your lips.

His kiss was playful like his personality, his hand found its place behind your neck and he lightly nibbled on your bottom lip with his teeth, not allowing you to deepen the kiss like you wanted to. When you whined in frustration, you felt his smirk against your lips before he harshly grabbed your hair and pulled you closer, his tongue finally against yours.

Well, this was not how you expected your day to turn out.

You were so focused on how good it felt to melt into Haechan, that you jumped in shock when you felt Mark’s fingers playing with your bikini bottoms.

“Look how wet she it, Haechan,” He commented like he was hypnotized by the view and you two broke the kiss so he could look at where his friend was staring. Mark’s middle finger started to lightly circle your clit over the fabric and you moaned, hiding your face in shame. You were probably about to have sex. No, not sex. A threesome. With your guests!!!

“Y/N.”

“What?” You groaned.

“Y/N!”

You uncovered your eyes annoyed only to find Haechan and Mark staring at you weirdly, sitting up on their own beach towels like well-behaved boys.

“Did I fall asleep?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, we thought you were having a nightmare so we decided to wake you up,” Mark explained softly and you gulped.

“Thank you, it was horrible,” You lied, heart beating fast and chest heaving.

Mark and Haechan went back to arguing while you tried to recompose yourself, but as soon as Haechan shot you a knowing smirk, you quickly got up and left, figuring you could play cards with Renjun or something.

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Jaemin didn’t lie when he said he was a good cook, and not only that, but he was also an organized worker, washing and cleaning everything right after using it. What a dreamy man. You were still too bothered over having a weird wet dream with your guests, who were right beside you, to think much about how amazing Jaemin was.

After everyone had lunch (and you decided to sit far far away from your sunbathing partners, safely cuddled between Chenle and Jisung at the end of the table), you washed all the dishes left while Jeno dried them, thankful that you two managed to not let things go south after your little encounter.

The Inn still had no internet so there was nothing much you could do with everyone being tired, so like Jaemin predicted, you all sprawled around the living room’s floor and played some games. After a few hours, you started getting tired of playing and turned the Tv on, trying to find the least terrible channel the Tv’s antenna could pick up, settling on a game show that got everyone pretty excited. Somehow you ended lying on Jaemin’s chest and you noticed Jeno giving you a look but couldn’t quite catch what he meant with it. He seemed normal with you after it, so you decided to let it go, realizing you were only overthinking things.

For dinner, you all had some leftovers from lunch and lots of cake. You had spent so many hours talking that you felt like you have known these boys since forever, or at least you wanted to. There was just not a moment around them when you weren’t laughing or smiling, and besides the obvious sexual tension moments, it felt really comfortable to be around them. Of course they could be annoying and inconvenient at times, they were men after all, but it was not hard to get over that.

Surprisingly enough, even after sleeping until way past noon, the boys were still tired and went to bed early with the promise of fun adventures for the next day. You and Renjun stayed back in the balcony talking about life and art, looking at the stars and drinking a glass of wine. It was nice sharing your deep thoughts with someone who matched your intensity and excitement, Renjun was indeed an artist and you loved experiencing the universe with him for a night.

When it was around 1 in the morning, the two of you said goodnight with a soft smile, knowing you two now shared a bond.

Entering your room and turning the lights on, you were surprised to find Jeno playing with his phone on your bed.

“Hey,” You offered confused.

He gave you an eye smile before dropping his phone on the bed, “Hey.”

“So, you’re in my room…”

“Just wanted to ask if I could sleep with you, it’s nice.”

“Oh, ok. Yeah, I’d like that. Let me just change,” You agreed and laughed at the way Jeno covered his eyes when you grabbed on the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, “I think we’re way past that, Jeno Lee.”

“Sorry, it’s automatic,” He explained as he dropped his hands back on the bed, watching you silently as you changed into your pajamas. You sleepily climbed into bed next to the man, both of you lying on your sides and staring at each other. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” You softly breathed out. This seemed all too familiar.

He delicately pressed his lips against yours, hand grabbing your cheek so his thumb could soothingly caress your cheek. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft touches, reciprocating the kiss with the same fluttering intensity. Jeno simply did that for a few minutes before breaking away from you and smiling, “Sorry, I just really wanted to kiss you.”

“It’s ok,” You giggled, content and in peace.

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Chapter 11: A Squeeze

Warnings: mentions of violence and anxiety, people getting shot, reader gets tense, Mando is extremely touch starved, and softness.

Author’s Note: Chapter 11! This one is one of my personal favs, so I hope you enjoy!

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As you traveled with the crew near the outskirts of town, you couldn’t stop thinking about what the child had done the night before.

Your entire life, death has plagued you. Everywhere you went you carried the guilt of death and knowing that there was nothing you could do to stop it. You had heard legends of a Sith named Darth Plagueis who had the power to stop death, but he was deep in the dark side.

You were never going to go down that road.

All you knew was this little kid was powerful. More powerful than you realized, and definitely more powerful than Mando realized. He had been so concerned about keeping this child safe for so long, when in reality, the kid had the ability to keep Mando safe the whole time.

But at the end of the day, the Empire was still around. They would figure out the child’s powers eventually if they kept coming after him, and you were not going to let what happened to you happen to him.

You had been in deep thought for so long, you barely noticed Mando giving a little tap on your elbow. You were a little startled, but relaxed at Mando’s voice.

“You ok?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah… I’m ok,” you respond. “I just… never knew that was possible,” you say, referring back to the child.

You looked down at his sleeping form in the pram next to you, and you smiled at his vulnerable state. What could such a little brain like that dream about?

Mando went quiet after you responded to his concern, and you knew it was because there really isn’t a good way to respond. He obviously didn’t know the kid’s potential either, and he was probably in even more shock than you were.

“Thank you, for checking in on me,” you say, finally turning around to meet his gaze. You had been riding on the same blurrg for a while, but you were trapped in your own head. His closeness to you was starting to make a blush crawl up your neck.

He nodded in an understanding way, and you headed on.

~~*~~

After some time, you noticed that Karga and his two bounty hunters were talking in whispers as they walked in front of you, and that obviously rubbed Cara the wrong way.

“You guys think they’re having second thoughts?” she asked in a teasing tone, and you returned a breathy laugh.

You tried to hide your smile, but that had been the first time she acknowledged you in days, and she was even joking with you? You didn’t want to get her hopes up, but maybe Cara was having second thoughts as well.

“Could be,” Mando replied. “I need you two to help me keep an eye on them.”

You and Cara nodded your heads, and scanned the hunters’ bodies with your eyes for a few minutes. The three of you had switched to being on foot while Kuiil took the only remaining blurrg.

All of a sudden, a bluff overlooking the town appeared, and Karga was gazing down at the city below.

“I guess this is it,” he said, but he was still facing the view.

The other two bounty hunters had stated to make their way behind you, and the alarms in your head were blaring.

You heard every step, every ruffle, and every breath they made. And it was driving you crazy.

They were at your backs, but you had your longspear in hand. You had better skills than these two by a long shot.

Suddenly, Karga spins around, and fires at the two bounty hunters who instantly hit the ground.

You drew your own weapon, while Mando and Cara approached Karga from either side with their weapons drawn as well.

You knew it. This man was not to be trusted. He could have shot the kid!

“There’s something you should know,” Karga says, and you try not to roll your eyes.

“Please. Enlighten us,” you say sarcastically, but you have venom in your voice. Karga can feel it, so he immediately transitions into his explanation.

“The plan was to kill you and take the kid,” Karga says, and your blood boils.

“But after what happened last night… I couldn’t go through with it. Go on, you can gun me down here and now, and it wouldn’t violate the code. But if you do, this child will never be safe.”

Your weapon was still at the ready, and Cara and Mando didn’t seem convinced either.

“We will take our chances,” Cara says.

“Perhaps you should let him speak,” Kuiil says, and you glance over your shoulder to look at him. This poor man had been though a lot, yet his voice exuded such gentleness. It reminded you of Mando’s voice when he talked to you.

“We both need the client eliminated,” Karga said, “let me take the child to him, and then you three…”

“No,” Mando interupts. He lowers his blaster, and glances at you to lower your weapon.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, and Cara seems to have the same reaction.

“What are you doing,” she asks, and you are wondering the same thing.

“As long as the Imp lives, he will send hunters after the Child,” Mando says, and you are starting to understand what he’s getting at.

“Bring me. Tell him you captured me. Get me close, and I’ll kill him,” Mando says to Karga, and you hate the gleam of excitement that flashed in Karga’s eyes.

“That’s a good idea,” Karga responded. “Give me your blaster.”

“This is insane,” Cara said, turning to look at you. You see Mando giving his blaster to Karga, and you honestly don’t even know what to think.

Karga just openly admitted to betraying you and trying to kill Mando, so there was no way you would trust him in the slightest. But at the same time, what other choice did you have? The child had to be safe, and Mando was right. The hunters won’t ever stop.

You give Cara a look of pity, but you lower your longspear. Your shoulders slightly relax, and you feel your grip loosening.

“What else can we do?” you ask her, and she looked away in disgust.

“Well, I’m coming with you,” Cara said. “I’ll tell them I caught you.”

“Then she can bring the child,” Karga said, and Cara started to relax a little.

“No,” Mando said firmly. “The kid goes with y/n back to the ship.”

You and Mando were normally on the same page, but you had to admit, that didn’t really make any sense.

“But without the child none of this works,” Karga said, and you hated that you agreed with him.

“I have a plan,” he says to the two of them, and then he strides over to you.

“I need you to ride to the ship with Kuiil and the kid and seal yourselves in. Engage ground security protocols. Nothing on this planet will breach those doors,” Mando says to you as he guides the Child in his pram over to your arms.

You look into Mando’s visor, trying to find his eyes, but an evil, anxious part of you starts to awaken.

This could be the last time you stare into that helmet.

If this goes wrong, Mando and Cara would be almost laughably outnumbered by the Imps.

You continue to search for his eyes, and you sigh quietly. You have to keep yourself together for him.

Mando breaks the eye contact to rub the child’s ears, and you long for him to look back at you. The trance you guys enter when you look at each other is so cheesy, but it feels real. You wanted to stare at him forever.

“Be careful,” you murmur, only loud enough for him to hear.

He looks back at you and nods, but you notice he is squeezing his fists at his sides again.

He keeps trying to stop himself from something, and you are too impatient to figure out what it is, so you take his hands in yours and give them a gentle squeeze.

He looked down at your hands in his. You didn’t know it, but Mando was soaking in the fact that you were showing him more kindness in your touch than he had experienced in decades. Mando struggled, he managed to meet your eyes again.

“You too,” he says, rubbing your knuckles, and you smile at him.

He lets go of your hands gently, and you pray to whatever God was out there that he would not leave them permanently empty.

~~*~~

After Mando gave you your assignment, you and Kuiil immediately got a move on back to the Razor Crest with the child in your arms.

You hold the child close to your chest as Kuiil drives the blurrg behind you, and you give the child a little squeeze. Your nerves are starting to get the better of you.

Before, you could have worked with a crew like this and never felt a thing. They were going in outnumbered, so what? You were in the safe position and you had the prize in your arms? What did you care?

But now, your very hope at being happy again was walking into an imperial guarded death trap, pretending to be taken prisoner.

You hated this plan. Mando and Cara were smart, so you decided not to question their decision, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still have your doubts.

The only thing keeping you sane was the cooling air hitting your face as you rode, and the little gurgles from the child in your arms.

This is all you could control at this moment. You could control his safety, and you were not going to fail.

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Pairing: Doctor! Yoongi x Patient! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack (??), Ex's, smut

Warning: Swearing, smut (just an old memory)

Synopsis: When Yn is forced to go to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office. The doctor who was to attend to her was none other than her ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.

A/n: let me know if you like it! And give me a reblog to support me!!!

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Yn turned over onto her back, her eyes still closed. She wondered silently why her normally soft bed was hard today. With another roll, she landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor, jolting her awake.

When the blinding lights of the room filled her vision, she suddenly regretted opening her eyes. She sat on the floor, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them, oblivious to the drool on her chin. Her eyes opened in confusion when she saw the IV line on her wrist, her gaze following the line, attached to a bottle mounted onto an IV stand.

She sprang to her feet immediately, taking in her surroundings: the IV stand, the white bed, white walls, the hand sanitizer mounted on the wall, the white floor tiles, and the white blinds that kept the sunshine out.

A hospital? She guessed as she took in all the equipment, the machines that beeped every few seconds were a dead giveaway. Is this a private room? She asked herself, trying to find any clue which hospital this was when the door swung open.

Min Yoongi entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to her side and encouraged her to take a seat on the bed.

"Where am I?" Despite the fact that she already knew the answer, she inquired. "Take a wild guess," Yoongi replied dryly as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. Yn racked her brain for the name of the hospital; she was certain she knew which one Yoongi had been working at, but her mind was blank, displaying only a buffering page similar to that of a 2004 Dell laptop.

"Did you really hit your head that hard?" Yoongi said what he was thinking, a little concerned for her safety. "Do you have a headache? Can you recall what you ate for breakfast or what happened just before you passed out? "He questioned.

"My head hurts a bit, so for breakfast, I had cinnamon crunch with milk, and lunch I had a sandwich. Walking down the stairs is the last thing I recall," She responded. All of her responses matched what her coworkers had told them, leading Yoongi to believe that Yn simply didn't know where he worked and that her head was okay.

He was irritated that Yn had no idea where he worked, but he forced his resentment to the back of his mind before informing her that she was in a private room at Asan Medical Centre in Seoul. "Wait, are you serious?" She yelled as she struggled to get out of bed.

"Yes, seriously," he explained, forcing her back onto the bed "You fell down the stairs in your office and one of your colleagues brought you in; you were unconscious for 5 hours; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you," he added. "Why on earth do you have no idea I work at Asan?"He demanded once he was done briefing her.

"I would have noticed if you hadn't blocked me on all your social media pages," Yn said after some thought. She hisses, reminding him why she was blocked in the first place. "I wouldn't have had to block you if you hadn't started tagging me in those dumb Facebook memes," he retorted as he paging one of the nurses to come to change the IV bag.

"Is there something bothering you? Aside from your head," Yoongi inquired, reaching for his fancy click pen, which Yn had given him in college. "You still use that?" She inquired, her gaze falling on the royal blue color of the pen, the brand name has faded over time. He calmly replied, "I started using it once I got my residence, now answer the question."

To search for any injury, Yn moved her limbs around, starting with her feet. She turned them around to look for any discomfort before moving on to her legs, which were still perfect. She eventually tested her shoulders and despite her best efforts, winced in pain as she raised her left shoulder.

"Left shoulder, okay. Do you feel nauseous?" Yn shook her head as Yoongi asked more.

"Any ringing in your ears?"

"Nope"

"Is that gray hair on your head?" Yn interjected, pointing to a few strands at the start of Yoongi's hairline. He dismissed her and instead scribbled a note on his clipboard.

"OK, so you don't have any concussion symptoms, your hearing is good, and you're not feeling dizzy and your eyesight is better than ever before considering the fact that you could pick out my gray hair from that far. We still have some blood work to do and I'm putting you on observation tonight in case any symptom pops up, you're free to go home after that," Yoongi informed.

He reasoned that saying anything else would be unprofessional of him. Heading for the door when, "Yah, why am I in a private room in the first place?" Yn intervened, preventing him from leaving. Yoongi replied, turning around to face her, "I figured it would be more convenient for you."

"Bruh, do you have any idea how broke I am," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I ain't a hotshot doctor to be able to afford a private room in Asan Medical Centre," she sneered. "Who said something about you paying?" asked Yoongi. As he returned to her side. "So, who is going to foot the bill? You? " She inquired, he nodded, causing her jaw to drop. She was perplexed by his words and asked, "Why would you do that?" "What good is it to be a hotshot doctor?" He shrugged.

The mental picture of a very sleepy and confused Yn, with her hair all tangled up and a tiny spot of drool on her face had made him soft, and there was no stopping his heart from falling head over heels for her all over again as he walked out of the room, the smile he had been battling slowly crept into place...

Yoongi peeked into Yn's room after his shift, his shoulders slouching from the stress of his job. He had his coat and stethoscope wrapped over his arm, his hair slightly damp from the shower he had taken, his white t-shirt clinging to his body.

When they were dating, one of Yn's 'rules' was that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to shower after returning from the hospital because she hated the scent of antiseptic. With the scent of antiseptic all over her, he wondered how she was doing.

He discovered her in bed, knees drawn up to her stomach, phone in hand, the screen almost brushing her nose as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. Her food, which had been left on the side table, had not been touched.

He warned, walking into the room, "You'll go blind if you keep doing that." Yn's head snapped up at his voice but calmed down when she saw who it was. He drew up a stool next to the bed and checked what Yn had received from the hospital. Soup, kimchi, rice, and pickled radishes were served on the side (Yn hated those). "Is the food not to your liking?" Concerned about her dietary habits, he inquired.

"They don't have any salt or spice," she replied as she stowed her phone. Yoongi grimaced after taking a sip of the soup. There was no salt or pepper and was as bland as raw tofu.

"SEE!!" Yn screamed, delighted that she had been proven right, but Yoongi, not one to concede defeat, put on a display. "How come it's so salty?" His face scrunched up in exaggeration as he groaned. "Stop acting, I can see right through you," Yn said, raising an eyebrow to call him out on his nonsense.

"All right, fine, you're right," Yoongi conceded as Yn yanked the sheets off herself and reached for his shoulders. He thought it was strange, but didn't say anything when she gently rubbed the spot near his collar, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as she applied pressure. He'd always thought Yn had magical hands. It felt like a miracle to have her hands on him again, something he had never expected to feel again.

"Can you tell me what I can do to get you to order me a plate of jjajangmyeon?" Yn asked. Yoongi thought, Darn it, I knew it was a trap, but he was too relaxed to say no. As she worked out the knots in his muscles, he melted under Yn's touch. She was no longer connected to the IV, enabling her to freely move about the room.

"I knew you were only in it for food," he chuckled, moving away from her to grab his phone from his coat, "What else did you think I was in it for?" Yn jested, playing along as she massaged his shoulders.

"Only jjajangmyeon?" He questioned, scrolling through the options, Yn looking at the phone from over his shoulder. "Order some side dishes too," she added, Yoongi let out a groan when Yn put pressure on THE SPOT at the back of his shoulder blade, the sound making Yn blush. "Stop that, people will think we're filing a porno," Yn scolded lightheartedly, continuing her ministering.

"I don't think we need to film any more of those, I have a whole collection already," Yoongi teased. His gummy smile showing up when he felt Yn's hand round his throat, threatening to choke him. "I think it's the other way round," he scoffed. His heart going into dangerous territory.

Yoongi remembered the night he had discovered Yn's choking kink, it had been a very eventful night. He had just come back home from the hospital when he had heard moaning coming from his bedroom, he had walked inside, totally unprepared for the breathtaking view that awaited him.

Watching porn wasn't considered cheating by Yoongi as long as Yn showed him what she was watching so he knew what they were getting into. When he walked in on Yn in his rotating chair, her legs spread out on the armrest, touching herself to a film about choking, he was pleasantly surprised. He went up behind her softly and wrapped his fingers around her throat, not putting much pressure. When Yn groaned for him, he felt himself harden in his pants and murmured, "You like that baby."

"Stop imagining it," Yn snapped, pushing away from Yoongi, "How do you expect me to just stop, those were some great moments of my life," he chuckled when his phone rang. It had something to do with the meal. He went to get the dinner by himself, leaving Yn alone.

When he returned with her dinner, he delivered it to her before saying his goodbyes and preparing to leave. "Enjoy your meal and get some sleep," he added as he gathered his belongings. "Where are you going?" Yn inquired. "Home??" Yoongi answered, taking his phone from the table when Yn stopped him. "Did you have dinner?" she asked, opening up the takeout box to reveal a generous serving of jjajangmyeon.

"Not yet, I was planning on getting some on the way," He answered, waiting for Yn to say anything. "Then you should stay and give me some company, it's not like I can finish all this on my own," She mumbled. "You sure?" Yoongi confirmed, taking his place on the chair as Yn grabbed the chopsticks from the bedside table, letting him have the wooden chopsticks that the restaurant provides.

They both dug into the meal, savoring every mouthful. In the otherwise peaceful hospital, just the sound of them slurping their noodles and the beep of the monitors could be heard. The majority of the patients were fast asleep, and those who were awake were taking special precautions to avoid making any noise.

Yn was the one who broke the stillness by inquiring about Holly. He said, licking his lips to get rid of the sauce, "She's good, I got her a ribbon for her ears the other day." He was intrigued about Yn's cranky cat, Buster, who had scratched Holly once. Yoongi's heart dropped to his stomach as Yn replied, "We had to put him down."

Although he was simply a large, sluggish cat who refused to get his butt off the window pane, Buster had been Yn's pride and joy, her support system. "That must have been difficult," Yoongi paused, unsure of how to express his condolences.

"It had to be done; he was in a lot of agony," Yn shrugged, shaking her head to clear her mind. "How are the boys doing? I haven't seen them since we broke up" Yoongi's six other friends were the subject of Yn's inquiry. He assured her everyone was ok. "You might see Jungkook tomorrow," he said, explaining that he had taken the day off today. "Does Jungkookie work here?" Yn inquired, quite surprised by the information. "Yes, he's an intern trying to get his residence, surprising isn't it," Yoongi admitted.

Yn burped after she finished her dinner, making Yoongi laugh at how cute she looked. Once Yn had freshened up, Yoongi said, "Ok, now that you've finished eating, I'll go home, and YOU'LL go to sleep." "You always leave," Yn remarked, rolling her eyes. The words weighed heavy on his mind as he tucked her in. On his way out, he turned out the light and gave her one last look before walking away.

Yoongi slouched his shoulders again once he was in his car. The words Yn had just said reverberated in his mind. Since he had broken up with Yn, the words "You always leave" had tormented him. He had been in love with her, yet he was the one who had abandoned her. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HE LEFT HER. It was painful to recall the details of their breakup.

Yn crying into his chest, asking why she wasn't enough. Him holding her as fiercely as he could, not knowing if he'd ever get another chance. His cowardice had broken both of them that night. He'd run away from one of the most precious part of his life, and he still regrets it.

They had broken up because of him. Yoongi always believed Yn deserved someone better than him, she was too good for him. She had yelled at him when he had told her that. Saying that it was her who got to decide who was worth her time and affection, and if h really thought h didn't deserve her then maybe he should make himself deserving, she had said that that was the solution for Yoongi's thoughts, breaking up was not the solution, but he was stubborn as a mule, refusing to see how he was destroying both of them and everything they had.

And now here he was, striving to be less of a wimp than he had been all those years before. He remembered how enraged the boys had been when he told them what he'd done. "Have you gone insane?" All Yoongi could do was nod when Jin Hyung asked. Yes, he'd gone nuts, which was why he'd been insane enough to let her go. He had no problem admitting it.

He cruised around the deserted roads, far too late in the evening for anyone to be out. He considered calling Jin hyung for advice, but he opted against it because he assumed he was already in bed. For the rest of the night, he was alone with his thoughts, his mind eating away at him, keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, contemplating what they could have been if he hadn't been a coward.

The next morning was the same as any other, the only difference being the speed of Yoongi's car when he was on his way to the office. The usual 60km/h had escalated to 80km/h and he was certainly a little too excited for someone who was going to be at the hospital for the next 18 hours.

He was walking up the corridor to Yn's room after exiting the elevator on the third level when he heard screams. "MOVE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!" shouted Yn as Jungkook pushed her wheelchair down the slanted corridor quicker.

What the fuck!!, Yoongi thought as he saw Jungkook climb onto the wheelchair's back supports, watching in horror as the two of them laughed and giggled their way down the corridor at full speed (which wasn't much speed btw), completely disregarding the 'no noise' and 'no running' placards which were stuck to the wall.

He quickly stepped in the way, feeling a little sense of joy watching Jungkook's eyes widen in fright. Bringing the wheelchair to a screeching halt a few inches away from Yoongi. "Good morning, Hyung!!" he said cheerfully as if he hadn't just broken every regulation in the hospital.

"Can you tell me what you're up to?" His gaze fell on Yn, who appeared to be having the time of her life. "Relax, Yoongo-boongo," Yn remarked. Yoongi frowned at the old nickname, which he had pleaded with Yn to abandon.

"This is risky, you know," Yoongi said, "especially since you wounded your shoulder," He added, quick to understand that Jungkook had no idea about Yn's wounded shoulder. "You hurt your shoulder?!?" the younger one screamed. Yn scowled at Yoongi for giving up that knowledge so easily. Yoongi justified himself by saying, "Don't look at me like that, he was going to find out regardless."

"Yes, but you didn't have to tell him so early, now he won't let me have any fun." She whined, Yoongi scoffed at that, "he isn't supposed to make you have 'fun', he'd supposed to take you to get your x-ray done, it's on the first floor."

Yn pouted as Jungkook nodded at the instructions, pushing the wheelchair with Yn still in it towards the elevator. "Without the wheelchair," Yoongi clarified, making Jungkook pout as well, helping Yn out of the wheelchair.

They both sulked like kicked puppies in the elevator and Yoongi could not stand it. "Ok, fine, take the freaking wheelchair, but just be careful." he said, finally giving in. The two of them gave him bright smiles. Yn sat back in the wheelchair just as the elevator door slid open and Jungkook rolled Yn out.

They're fortunate. Yoongi thought to himself as he went about his rounds that Namjoon owned the hospital. While Yn was getting her x-ray, he checked in with his patients. Yn had a good night's sleep and awoke fairly early, according to the nurse in charge of her surveillance. She felt a minor headache, but nothing else was wrong with her. Only the shoulder was a big issue, and they were unable to determine what was causing the pain.

It took 2 hours for Yoongi to check up on all his patients and meet with a few others in the clinic when Jungkook barged into Yoongi's office with an envelope. "Jungkook you can't just barge in like that," Yoongi groaned as he quickly gave the patient their prescription before sending them out. Telling the receptionist to not send any more patients, he turned all his attention to Kook.

"Now, what's wrong?" He asked, spinning in his chair to face the intern. "Noona's reports are here" Jungkook informed, holding out the envelope. "So fast?" Yoongi questioned. It usually took a day or two for the reports and none of the radiologists took Jungkook seriously, dismissing him as just an intern. He found it suspicious that they had given the reports back so early.

"Namjoon hyung was there for an inspection, he got it done when he saw noona," Jungkook said with a cheeky grin. Yoongi nodded at the explanation. Namjoon always had a soft spot for Yn regardless of if Yn and he were together. He pulled out the reports, scanning through them. "Where is Yn now?" He asked, putting the reports back inside. Jungkook informed that Namjoon had taken her to her room, playing along with Yn's wheelchair drama.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but Jungkook didn't miss the quiver of his lips. Jungkook followed Yoongi upstairs to Yn's room, where they found Yn squishing Namjoon's cheeks. Jungkook joined them, laughing, and Yn hastily let Namjoon free. "So, Doctor, what do you have to say?" Yn asked as Namjoon got out of the chair, rubbing his red-tinged cheeks.

"You must slow down with the usage of your shoulder. You appear to be putting a lot of tension on it; fortunately, it's only strain and nothing dangerous." Yoongi said, instructing Yn to apply heat and ice packs to the affected area. "Are you going to issue me a leave sick note?" Yn inquired as she got out of bed.

"Nope, you can go back to work just fine as long as you don't do any heavy lifting," Yoongi said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Yah, Yoongi-ah pleaseeeee write me a sick note," Yn pleaded as she searched for the t-shirt she had worn when she had come into the hospital yesterday. "Nope, and are you really going to wear that?" He asked, surprised that Yn hadn't called anyone to come to pick her up.

"Yeah, I need to head home," Yn answered, gathering her things, "Wait, you can't wear that, I have a spare shirt in my office I'll get that," Yoongi said, getting out of the chair while Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks.

"We'll get it hyung, don't worry," Jungkook assured, dragging Namjoon with him. The two of them got into the elevator before spilling the tea. "He is SO whipped!" Jungkook exclaimed, pushing the button to go downstairs. "So is she and did you know Yoongi hyung was footing her bill and he got her a private room?" Namjoon asked, amazed at the extent his extremely tsundere hyung was going to for Yn. "He's pretty much in love all over again, and the nurse said that Yoongi hyung spent more than an hour in noona's room," Jungkook informed with a giddy smile.

"Jin hyung NEEDS to know about this," Namjoon exclaimed but made no move to call their hyung, quickly going to Yoongi's office and grabbing the gray FG shirt which was in his locker before going back upstairs.

As soon as the boys returned to the room, Yn grabbed the t-shirt. She hurriedly removed the hospital gown she had been compelled to wear. Yoongi was quick to respond, instantly stepping in front of Yn so the two younger men wouldn't get a glimpse of his lovely ex's exquisite body, and only pulling away once Yn was covered in his shirt.

"You didn't have to do that, I was wearing a tank top beneath," Yn said, tucking the shirt's hem into the jeans she had worn the day before. "For safety reasons," Yoongi shrugged, avoiding eye contact as though it weren't a big concern that he was covering up his ex. Namjoon's sniggering at the entrance went unnoticed.

"Noona how are going home?" Jungkook asked, checking the time realizing it was his lunch break. "I'll take a cab, don't worry," she assured, grabbing her phone and keys from the bedside table. "I'll drop you home, it'll be hard to get a cab at this time over here," Yoongi said, following after her into the hallway as Jungkook and Namjoon watched.

As she approached the elevator, Yn commented, not really trying to stop Yoongi from coming with her, "There's a thing called uber Yoongi, I'm sure I'll catch a cab." "Jesus woman, will you ever accept aid without a fight?" Yoongi moaned as he snatched her wrist and brought her downstairs to get his keys.

"Aish is so stubborn," Yn grumbled as she trailed behind him, her hand slipping into Yoongi's. They didn't seem to be aware that they were holding hands.

"Jin hyung will be so happy hearing about this," Jungkook exclaimed, watching Yn and Yoongi argue like an old, married couple while holding hands as they went to the hospital parking lot.

"They look cute, 10$ that they get back together by the end of the month," Namjoon bet, moving away from the window of the private room. "Hyung, you literally own the hospital, I'm just a flimsy intern, how could you expect me to pay 10$," Jungkook whined making Namjoon laugh as Yoongi’s car spedmout of the driveway.

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