#this idea was spinning in my head on a microwave plate
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i don’t know if this is a weird request but it’s also my first one.
but i had the idea of abby coming home from a long shift at work, and she finds reader trying to make themself cum?
it just popped into my head and i need it to come to life 🙏🙏
No anon cause I love this trope so much, thank you for trusting me with your first request (ur doing great sweetie!)
(Hope you don’t mind an AU btw <3)
Word Count: 1600 (technically not a drabble ig)
CW: Doctor AU, Abby is a sexy doctor, Strap usage (R! Receiving), AFAB reader, Feminine nicknames used, cowgirl position, tried to keep it race/ethnicity inclusive, mentions of Abby trying to keep you healthy and sleeping well.
No Minors, Men, or general Cunts.
If you see spelling mistakes, no you didn’t. 💚
Abby is tired. And pissed off. But mainly she’s tired, with sore feet and a pounding headache, not helped by the wind howling outside the car causing the rain to beat down heavily on the wind screen. From having to prevent a kid with a broken arm from crying a flood as he called his mom to stopping the blood pouring out of a woman’s intimate parts in the emergency department. It was a very long day.
After running into the house from her now parked car, she pushes the trainers off her feet and takes in the dark hallway, walking back into the kitchen she notices a plate of chilli chicken and rice with a little sticky note attached to the cling film covering the food, ‘gone to bed, eat before you come up <3’ .
She smiled at the note and placed the food in the microwave, yawning as she watched the orange glow and the spinning of the plate in the little metal box. Bed couldn’t come soon enough, but she definitely wasn’t going to face the wrath of a wife scorned by her not eating her delicious food. Made with love, by her love. The blonde was always a bit love struck when sleep deprived.
Inhaling the food and making the executive decision to leave the dishes until the morning, the blonde trudges up the stairs with her feet heavy and her head even heavier. It’s not until she gets to the top of the stairs does she hear the creaking of a bed and hushed whimpers coming from your shared bedroom. She pulls her phone from her pocket and checks the time, ‘00:37’. You should be fast asleep by now.
Peaking her head around the door, not even having to push it open due to you leaving it ajar, she captures what can only be described as a beautiful sight. Abbys pretty little wife lays there. With one of your hands pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt with such force your breasts and tummy jiggle lightly with each movement. Your other hand draped over your eyes, shielding you from Abby’s piercing blue gaze. She stands there and watches, leaning against the door frame, enjoying the view and appreciating every little huff and moan leaving your lips.
Finally deciding you’d had enough fun, Abby clears her throat. You jump. Your hand pulls away from your cunt, a shiver running through you as your body yearns to be full again.
“Mrs Anderson,” Abby starts, “you couldn’t wait for me to come home, could you?” Despite her phrasing, it is not a question. It’s an order.
The blonde continues, “Did I not tell you that you were to catch up on sleep, Mrs Anderson?” She tilts her head this time, prompting you to answer. “Yes, Abby…”
“And did you follow the doctor’s orders, pumpkin?”
“No, Abby.” The heat rising up your neck and slithering across your cheeks is a dead give away to Abby as she takes your face in one of her hands, her long, thick thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your cheekbone.
“Since you’re already up, it must mean you’re not tired? Am I right, sweetheart?” The blonde releases you face and takes a step backwards to take all of you in once more.
“Abby I-”
She interrupts you, “Well. Im tired. I’ve had a very long day, sweetheart so if you want to get off, it’s on my terms, we got a deal?” As she speaks she shrugs off her undershirt and undoes the button on her jeans. She watches as you nod and reach out for her, arms outstretched and hands making little grabby motions to try and get her close again. Be grudgingly she steps forward and out of the jeans pooling around her ankles.
Abby is left in her boxer briefs and a white cotton bra as she wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you away from the center of the bed and dropping you on the edge of the mattress. Gripping your chin and pulling your face so that your gaze meets hers, she smirks down at you. “Stay there. Don’t move okay, baby?”
You nod and watch as she goes to the build in wardrobe, her broad shoulders flexing as a hand moves to take the elastic band from the end of her braid, as her hand reaches into the drawer looking for something.
With her hair loose and a harness in her hands Abby slides the leather straps over her hips and into place. Turning back to you, you’re able to see the cock she’s chosen. As she walks forward you come face to phallus with nine inches of dark purple silicone. “You wanna get it wet for me, baby?”
Instead of answering, you slip a hand around the harness and pull her close enough so you can take her length into your mouth. Abby smiles warmly as she watches you only managing to get about half way down the strap, her blue eyes creasing at the edges as you wrap your hand around what you can’t fit in and start rubbing along the shaft. The sight sends a low moan rumbling from Abby’s chest. With a pop, your mouth lets go of the blonde’s cock as she takes a step back and watches as a line of spit connecting the silicone to your bruised lips breaks.
Abby kisses your forehead and sits down on the bed beside you, a blink and you’ll miss it ‘good girl’ falls from her lips as she situates herself against the pillows at the head of the bed. Her finger makes a curling motion, calling you over. Sliding up to sit next her, a hand grips your hips, “Get on top, sweetheart.”
“Abby, I want you to be on top-”
“And I want to go to bed, but since you’re being a needy little brat and not waiting for me to come home before fucking yourself.” She gives your hips a squeeze and continues, “And not listening to me when I tell you that you need more sleep. So now, you’re going to get to cum, but on my grounds. On doctors orders. Okay, baby?”
You nod and move to get straddle Abby’s hips, only to have her reach up and yank you down by the nape of your neck. “I said ‘okay, baby?’ It wasn’t rhetorical.”
“Okay Abby.” She kisses you square on the the lips and let’s you climb up on to her hips, she leans back and watches as you line yourself up with her cock and lower yourself onto the plastic. A tight smirk graces the blonde’s face as she listens intently on the hasty breaths you give out as you become re-accustomed to the stretch that this particular dildo always gives you. As you move your hips up and down, mewls and pants come flooding from your mouth. That knotting tension that never truly left your abdomen from your solo session had returned with what can only be described as a vengeance.
Bouncing up and down on Abby’s cock, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer. Blue eyes scan your whole body, one large rough hand resting on your hip as it helps guide your movements, the other holding one of your tits squeezing the flesh and every so often tugging the hardened nipple as her thumb ran over the sensitive flesh.
Abby’s hips remain surprisingly still, despite your pleas and begging, her stance stays unwavering. This entire session was most definitely on her grounds. Though her body remains relaxed yet unmoving, Abby’s eyes are burning with intensity you can clearly see it, the bubbling want and desperation underneath the stoney exterior.
“Abby-” you huff, exhaustion hits as your desperate moans are met with nothing but raised eyebrows and the occasional ‘yes, princess’.
“I wanna cum, please can I?”
“You’re asking permission, baby? And without being told, oh sweetheart, you can cum anytime you want.”
Without another word your hips slam down against Abby’s, the strap hitting impossibly deep inside as you cum, you rest on top of her. Folding over, you find your head resting underneath your wife’s chin as thick fingers come to the back of your head and her short nails give gentle scratches to your scalp, relaxing you further into the blonde’s firm, broad chest.
Pulling yourself away from Abby and off of her hips you see a creamy ring coating the hilt of the strap as you pull away from your wife. A heat rises to your cheeks once more as Abby sits up properly in the bed and yanks you down into her arms. “Thank you, baby. You did so good.”
Snuggling into her side, you kiss her cheek and strong square jawline as she loosens and slides the harness from her hips.
“Long day, doctor?” Your teasing brings a soft tired smile to Abby’s face as she lets herself yawn. “Like you wouldn’t believe, sweetheart.”
She turns to you, blue eyes staring into yours, deep icy pools that hold such love in them you can’t imagine them ever being cold, “I’m sorry if I was too pushy.”
You laugh and pull the covers up to surround the two of you, “Abigail. We have a safe word for a reason.”
“I know it’s just that-”
You shut her up with a kiss, and once you break it she seems to be content that you had enjoyed the evening, even before she got home. Content and with reassurance, Abby falls asleep and her little wife too.
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Sometimes, I get stuck on Iroh's siege. Like, it spins in my head like a microwave plate. Weird, I know. After all these years, why am I still thinking about this bullshit siege?
I just… The walls of Ba Sing Se are made of stone, and they're in a kingdom filled with people who bend stone and dirt. It seems like the least viable option would be to attack these massive walls that your enemy's children can bend at you. Yet the Fire Nation kept "hammering away" at the Outer Wall as Azula put it. We can tie this nonsense 'strategy' into things like stupidity, hubris, greed, ambition, ego, the Fire Nation's unwavering belief in its own Exceptionalism despite all evidence to the contrary… And, let's be honest, there are a lot of real-life examples of people who are, frankly, just doing all kinds of stupid things for reasons rational people wouldn't understand. Personal reasons we aren't privy to, for example. Coercion and mental instability can also play a factor. Then there is the fact that some people truly believe they're smarter than the rest of us.
But I don't want to speculate about the motives of every Fire Nation knob who tried to take down Ba Sing Se's Outer Wall because 'It seemed like a good idea at the time.'
For what it's worth, Iroh's motivations are both clear and uninteresting. He said he had a 'vision' of conquering Ba Sing Se. Which is…whatever. (Imagine you're the top general and you make all of your decisions based on Destiny.) I would have preferred canon give us something more interesting than 'destiny', but here we are. Who are we to dispute this claim from a guy who can see into the Spirit World? Not to mention, 'destiny' is one of ATLA's core themes. Personally, I always found it suspect how 'destiny' always seemed to line-up with ambition. It was Iroh's destiny to conquer/liberate Ba Sing Se (to further an agenda). It was Zuko's destiny to become Firelord (even if that meant he had to take down his own sister). Is destiny really on their side, or is it just bullshit Iroh was making up as he went along? Another discussion, another time, I suppose.
I'm more interested in the siege itself. How did Iroh ever get through the Outer Wall which, again, is made of easily-bendable earth?
This next part is all speculation. No idea if any of this is covered in supplemental materials because I haven't been keeping up. But I needed to develop this for a story I'm not writing, so I have thoughts…
I think Iroh's siege was always meant to fail, just not in the way it happened. It was a trap. The planning went something like this…
A siege takes a lot of preparation--months, even years of planning. Logistically speaking, it requires moving around a lot of resources to get the resources and manpower ready for a huge push. There are a lot of moving parts. EK spies would have noticed things like resource reallocation, uncharacteristic troop movements, shipments of wood and other materials for the building of siege forts, a lot of weapons and artillery being moved to a specific location, maybe they'd gotten some inside intel… It's a bit of an undertaking to keep something like that a secret.
There's a good chance Iroh didn't know about the Dai Li presence in Ba Sing Se. Maybe he had an idea of some secret police in Ba Sing Se from some intel received decades earlier from some infiltration team, but he had no idea of their scope or reach. It's pretty clear they call the shots, not General How. How gets his walking orders from the head of the Dai Li, probably Long Feng. So, what happened? And why?
In the Five General's War Room, in Ba Sing Se, How confirms the intel that the Dragon of the West is going for the wall. A smart-ass makes a comment about how they should let Iroh's forces knock down parts of the wall and then they raise it like "Psych" until he gets tired and retreats. ;)
How looks at the general who always thinks he's the funniest guy in the room and says "Here's what we're gonna do. You're not gonna like it. We need you to take one for the team…"
A siege is probably one of the worst types of warfare. They often drag on for weeks, months, years… Resources are depleted and, if the enemy cuts your supply chain, you're looking at starvation and the rapid spread of disease as well as a shortfall of more men, weapons, ammo, and other materials. It's bad for morale because time erodes the men's resolve and frays their nerves. Iroh probably knows this but, you know, it's his destiny. Whatever. EK generals would know this, too; they're counting on it.
After six hundred days, due to various unpleasant circumstances, Iroh's army drops to an acceptable number of tired and broken men--a number the Dai Li is prepared to fight. Also, the Dai Li had to make it look like they were actually putting up a fight hence the timetable. But now it's time for the wall to come down.
The Fall Guy, General Funnyman, is there with his 'army', ready to surrender, giving Iroh his knife as a show of 'respect' for the unbeatable Dragon of the West. This gives Iroh's ego the boost it needs to convince himself that he can turn the tide in the siege. If, for a brief moment when Iroh's men were dropping like flies he questioned his destiny, that moment has now passed. He's within striking distance of his goal. The Inner Wall is literally within his sights, and an EK general is in his custody…
The remaining EK generals and several Dai Li have infiltrated Iroh's ranks. It isn't like Iroh knows the thousands of men under his command. How could he? And his command is in shambles, anyway. They're just running on desperation and hope at this point and no one is really looking at anyone else. They're all looking ahead, at this massive Inner Wall looming on the horizon, at the far end of a vast expanse of wide-open land.
All How and his handful of earthbenders needs to do is follow the last vestiges of Iroh's army inside the Outer Wall so they can close it behind, trapping Iroh's men between two walls. And those farms that maintain the land that feed the people inside of Ba Sing Se's wall and the structures built into the walls themselves are just crawling with eager earthbenders ready to take their pound of flesh from the Dragon's army. They can't wait to see the look on Iroh's face the moment he realizes it's a trap.
As Iroh is about the give the order to advance forward toward the Inner Wall, he gets word Lu Ten has died. You know the rest.
When Iroh abandons his siege, the commanders who are left realize they cannot take down the wall without him. Maybe some of them have figured out this is probably a trap? Others are doing the math on their losses thinking they just don't have the numbers or resources to mount a another siege on the Inner Wall? Maybe they think attempting to move across this landscape toward the Inner Wall is too great a risk? Some of them just probably want to go home. For whatever reasons, they retreat.
Iroh doesn't conquer Ba Sing Se and the Dai Li don't capture the Dragon of the west. Maybe the Dai Li capture Iroh's men, but they don't know where Iroh is because he just left… All that bloodshed and nobody got what they wanted.
Point is, things never go as planned. Life happens. Best laid plans, blah, blah, blah. Everybody just has to live with it. Everybody took huge risks with that engagement and thousands died and nobody came out ahead.
But at least General Funnyman got out alive. How was never gonna let anything happen to him even if he is super annoying.
Maybe when Iroh realizes how many Dai Li there are in Ba Sing Se, and of what the city is like, he realizes his siege was a trap. Maybe he realizes that Lu Ten's death saved his life.
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Enough is Enough - Jason Todd x Reader
Requested by Anon - Can you do a Jason Todd x Reader imagine where they both have strong feelings for each other and the reader gets tired of waiting for Jason and decides to make the first move and tell him how they feel? Thank you!
Requested by Anon - A christmas with Jason Todd!
Author’s Note - I put these two requests together. Hope you don’t mind!
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“What the hell was that?!” Red Hood stormed toward you. Your first instinct was to back up, but you held your ground.
“I was saving that cop’s life.” You crossed your arms, hiding the shaking of your hands. He stopped in front of you. You studied his face. He had ditched the full helmet to go with a hood and a domino mask. You took a moment to appreciate his jawline, almost forgetting he was yelling at you.
“A bad cop!” Red Hood threw his hands up in the air. “Gotham would stink just a little less with him off the beat.”
You shook your head, ignoring the tingling in your abdomen. He took a step toward you. You backed up until you bumped into the wall. He leaned closer only inches away from your face. You licked your lips, wondering what he would taste like. “He has a family. I couldn’t let his family lose him on Christmas Eve.”
Red Hood deflated, staying where he was. “You’re a bleeding heart, you know? It will bite you in the ass someday.”
“Maybe.” You sighed, closing the gap between you to the point where you felt his breath on your lips. His eyes widened through the lenses of his mask.
“Well, I better get going.” He jerked away from you, giving you his back.
Your heart sank. You should have kissed him if he wasn’t going to kiss you. “What? You have somewhere to be for Christmas Day?” You smiled, pretending you weren’t ready to cry in frustration.
He snorted, shaking his head. “No, I’m going to sleep then wake up to patrol.” He glanced back at you. You saw the tension in his shoulders, his hands shook. Did he want to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him? Why didn’t he do it then?
You frowned. “You’re going to be alone?”
“I’m always alone.” He ran off, jumping off the roof and grappling away to end the conversation.
“Must have hit a sore spot,” you mumbled to yourself. You kicked a rock off the roof. “We’re always dancing around each other. I want you and I know you want me.” You turned to look out at the city lights of Gotham, brighter due to all the Christmas decorations. A smirk pulled at your lips. You might just have to take matters into your own hands.
***
Jason groaned, reaching his hand over to touch the pillow next to him. It was cold and empty. His heart sank. He had a lovely dream where he had kissed you on the rooftop and brought you home. Cold reality washed over him, remembering he had chickened out and he was alone like always.
He opened his eyes to stare at the empty side of the bed. You were so beautiful in his dream. Shaking his head, he sat up. “I’d just hurt them anyway,” he mumbled to himself. He got out of bed before freezing when noise came from his kitchen followed by the smell of delicious food.
“Son of a bitch.” Jason grabbed his gun, slipping out of his bedroom in only his boxers. He headed to the kitchen, ready to kill whichever Batfamily member invaded his safehouse. They didn’t invite him to the manor. How dare they come here?
Turning into his small kitchen with gun raised, he snarled. “Get the hell out of my house...”
You turned away from his oven, eyes widening at the sight of his gun. Jason lowered his gun, heart skipping a beat. Did he bring you home? How were you here? “It’s just me, Hood.” You gave him a shaky smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Wh...What?” Jason set his gun on the counter, rubbing his eyes. “Am I still asleep?”
Your laugh made his skin tingle. Goosebumps ran up and down his arms. “No, unless you’re sleepwalking. Which if you are, I should be concerned that you carry your gun around.” You came over and clicked the safety on his gun. Jason took a deep breath, throat catching at the scent of the lotion you used.
“Why are you here?” Jason crossed his arms, pretending he wasn’t melting inside. You were wearing a Christmas sweater, cheesy but sexy at the same time. Only you could pull off such a thing. Jason didn’t understand it.
“You said you would be alone, so I thought I’d come over and make you dinner.” Your eyes lingered on his bare chest. He tightened his arms, suddenly self-conscious of his scars. However, he recognized the glow of lust in your eyes. He swallowed hard. Did you like him? You weren’t here over pity?
Jason cleared his throat. “Thanks, I guess.”
Suddenly, you blushed and looked away. “I got you something too.” You turned to dig into one of the many bags on the table. “Here.” You pulled out a red wool Christmas sweater and handed it to him.
“Do you honestly think I’ll wear that?” Jason bit his lip to keep from smiling.
“I mean I’m wearing mine.” A smirk pulled at your lips, putting your hands on your hips. “Now why don’t you go do what you need to do, and I’ll have breakfast for you.”
“You made breakfast too?” Jason blinked, shocked by your kindness. He wanted to kiss you so bad, he thought his heart might stop.
You patted his arm. “Yeah, dinner’s going to be awhile. I haven’t even started on the chicken.” Jason’s arms jolted at your touch. His hands gripped at the sweater. It would be so easy to kiss you right now, to take you back to his bed and make his dream a reality. You didn’t seem to notice. “I made some muffins and I can whip up some eggs and ham too.”
Jason’s mouth watered. “Sounds good.” He turned away, hurrying to his bedroom before he made a mistake with you. You hummed in the kitchen. Jason’s crappy apartment suddenly felt more like a home. He shook his head in disbelief.
***
Jason sat at the table, eating the eggs, ham, and muffins you made him. You moved around the kitchen to slide a sheet of cookies into the oven before going back to chopping vegetables. Part of you wondered if you were being too ambitious, but you found you liked the idea of cooking for the sexy piece of man sitting behind you. An image of his bare chest flashed before your eyes. Oh, and his eyes. You almost cut your finger.
“I didn’t know you were such a cook.” His voice made your blush. You added the vegetables to the broth on the stove.
A snort escaped you. “My family cooked a lot, so I learned.” You turned to meet his eye. His gaze was so intense, your knees shook. “How did you like everything so far?” You turned to wash dishes. Don’t look at him again. You can’t kiss him yet, not when you have so much to do.
“Best food I’ve had in a while.” His chair creaked. He must have leaned back. “You probably seen how my diet is.”
“Fast food and microwave meals.” You shook your head, keeping your eyes on the dishes. “I don’t how you have so much muscle when that’s what you eat.”
He choked. You sneaked a peek at him, almost laughing at the blush on his face. “Well, it’s not like I have time to cook.” He got to his feet. The floor creaked as he approached. You tensed, hearing his dishes coming to rest beside the sink. “Can I help you with anything?”
You smiled playfully. “Dishes.” You turned only to find his face inches from yours. Time stopped. He took a sharp breath. His eyes looked straight into yours. They were so pretty, shining. “Wash the dishes, I mean if you could?”
“Yeah, I could.” He blinked. You backed away, bumping into the counter and spinning to go to the refrigerator. Your body was a pile of nerves. “I wanted to make some peanut butter blossoms to go with the snowball cookies.”
Jason cleared his throat. Dishes clanked in the sink. “How did you get all this food anyway? You couldn’t have always planned to break into my house.”
“No, but I have my ways.” You moved to the mixer you brought and started to the batter. Pursing your lips, you vowed not the mention how many favors you had to call to get all these ingredients, plus his red Christmas sweater in time. You sneaked a peek at him. The sweater looked great on him, highlighting every muscle in his arms. You only hoped you would get to rip it off him later.
***
The chicken smelled good enough to make Jason’s stomach rumble. He smiled as he watched you set up a small Christmas tree in the corner of his living room. The fact you got all this stuff into his apartment without waking him up made him wonder if you had superpowers. Of course, you probably did. The wonderful person that you were.
Jason wanted you more than ever. He told himself to kiss you, hold you, but he couldn’t do it. Could he let someone be that close to him? He would hurt you probably. A sigh escaped him. He closed his eyes.
“Look at this.” Suddenly, your scent tickled his nose. He opened his eyes to find you right in front of him with your arm above his head. You smirked. He glanced up to find you were holding mistletoe. “Ooo, what luck?”
Jason choked. “Are you serious?” He looked back at you, licking his lips self-consciously.
You glanced away shyly. “Yeah, I am.” You looked back at him, passion in your eyes. Jason shivered. His arms wrapped around your waist. “We’ve been dancing around each other for so long. I decided it was time for one of us to make a move. Finding out you’d be alone on Christmas seemed the right time.” You pressed your chest against his. “What do you think, Hood? I mean we’re under mistletoe. It’s tradition and the chicken won’t be done for another hour.”
A smirk pulled at Jason’s lips. His body responded to you. He chuckled and sealed his lips to yours. You tasted just like he dreamed. His arms tightened around you, lifting you against him as he backed you toward his bedroom. You laughed, keeping the mistletoe in your hand as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
***
“This is probably the best Christmas I’ve had,” Jason chuckled, taking a big bite of his chicken leg. He was lounging naked on his bed, eating with only the sheet covering him.
You smiled. Your plate of warm food rested in your hand as you sat cross-legged beside him. Jason’s red Christmas sweater was your only piece of clothing. “I’m glad. I’d say this is probably one of the best I’ve had too.” You winked at him.
“I dreamed about you last night.” Jason focused on his plate as he shoveled the food down. “I brought you home and did what we just did, but this is so much better than that.”
You blushed at the idea he dreamed about you. “So I made your dream come true, huh?”
Jason looked at you, fork stopped halfway to his mouth. “Yeah, you did.” He smiled at you. “I don’t suppose you would want to spend the night? Give me time to thank you for this Christmas dinner.”
“I don’t have plans.” You winked at him again. Of course, he would find out in the morning that you had brought an overnight bag with you just in case this worked out like you hoped. “I would like to see what you could get me for Christmas.”
His smirk sent a shiver down your spine. He set his plate aside before taking yours. Once the plates were away, his lips slammed into yours. You laughed, toppling over with Jason landing on top of you. It was a Merry Christmas after all.
***
Unknown to the two of you, someone watched from across the street. “Master Bruce, have you gotten the nerve to ask him to join us yet?” Alfred asked through the comlink. Bruce, dressed as Batman, sighed and set down his binoculars once he saw Jason’s naked butt.
“He’s with that new vigilante. The one he cares about.” Bruce turned away, dropping down to the waiting batmobile. “He’s not alone on Christmas. I won’t interrupt him now.”
Alfred huffed. “At the very least. You should have invited him to the manor like I told you to.”
Bruce stepped on the gas. The batmobile soared down the street. “He’s happy. I’m not going to interrupt his happiness.” Alfred hummed before dropping out of the call. Bruce sighed, smiling with slight relief. At least Jason had someone since Bruce failed him once again.
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The World is Changing
for the request: more nsfw galadriel/reader content? 👀
Summary: Galadriel travels to your world with you. And you introduce her to sex toys.
Characters: Galadriel x you
Word Count: 1,586
Warnings: SMUT. vibrators :) modern AU I guess? welcome to the sin bin
“That’s a microwave.”
“Fascinating.”
You snorted. Galadriel roamed about your home, touching and prodding unusual gadgets and unfamiliar items.
She had jumped at the chance to come to Earth with you. Being one of the oldest beings in Middle Earth, there were few things that surprised her there, but here, amidst technology and modern culture, there were plenty of new experiences waiting.
She was wearing loose-fitted jeans that hung a little low on her hips. And when she reached up to one of your higher shelves, the knit sweater she had on rode up, revealing more gorgeous pale skin.
You salivated a little at the sight, but forced yourself back to the task at hand; making a decent meal for the both of you.
Her hair shimmered in the light of the setting sun. You offered her something to drink; she wanted to try one of those fizzy cans she’d seen you drink before.
Despite the childlike curiosity in her eyes, her body and demeanour still commanded nobility and respect like the Queen that she was. That quickly disappeared when she belched louder than you ever had, because of her idea to chug the sugary soda.
Dinner was grilled cheese, because you didn't feel like being original today, and you sat on the couch, eating, drinking, chatting.
“Don’t you wish you’d gone to Valinor instead?” you asked her. “I mean, the Undying Lands, any place with a name like that sounds better than a world named after dirt.”
She chuckled, “one day I will. All Elves are destined to travel there. Our time in the mortal world always comes to an eventual close.”
Shuffling closer, she pulled your plate away and brushed her nose against your jaw,
“But I wanted to experience something different before the end of all things. And you, meleth-nin, proved to be the most breath-taking change I could have hoped for.”
You squeaked as her lips sucked on a spot beneath your ear. She had a thing for ears.. maybe all Elves did. You couldn’t really think about it much as her malicious tongue swiped over your damp skin, making you shiver.
She pushed some pillows off the couch to make more room for her long legs as she swung one over yours to straddle your lap. Your hands immediately roved over her ass, tight under the denim of her jeans. She squirmed a little in your hard grip, and kissed you on the mouth.
Your hips were starting to buck up, frustrated by the limitation of the clothes you were wearing. She gasped as you pushed up under her sweater, cupping her breasts- you had not yet introduced her to bras, mostly for the convenience of easy access when needed. Like right now.
You pulled your mouth away and trailed your lips down her neck, worrying your teeth along the column. Her body started rocking familiarly and your fingers tugged at her nipples.
“Fuck!”
Your body burst into flames. Galadriel barely ever swore, usually it was just you, but when she did, it was like an instant aphrodisiac.
Pulling away and tugging her sweater down, you held her ass firmly, making your eyes lock and you breathed,
“Bed.”
She was off your lap in a flash, her body thrumming with lust. You were nearly pulled off of your feet when she grabbed your hands and led you to the bedroom. Despite her slender figure, you were reminded of how strong she was, of the battles she had fought, and how somehow in some strange stroke of luck, this immortal Queen now desired you.
You successfully made it to the bedroom. She immediately wanted you naked, wanted to devour you, but you stopped her.
“Take off your pants, and lay on the bed.”
She seemed startled by your command, but did as you asked. She pulled her hair out from the high pony tail she had been wearing, letting the long locks tumble down her shoulders, on the pillows.
You returned with one of your favourite things to use in bed; a small, but extremely powerful vibrator. Her eyebrows furrowed at the strange shape and smooth texture as you showed her.
“This is a vibrator,” you showed her. “Do you wanna try it out?”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, but it may be a little intense the first time. I can show you, if you’d like. I’ll be gentle.”
Her breath hitched as you turned on the toy, the room filling with the low hum of the vibration.
“And- where do you...”
“Wherever you want,” you replied sweetly. You pressed it to the side of her knee, and her jaw dropped a bit. Her legs fell open, giving you a clear view of the white panties you’d gotten her to wear.
“If you wanna wear the jeans, please for the love of God wear underwear,” you had begged her, “that material is far too rough. You don’t want to chafe, I swear.”
Now you were exceptionally glad with your persuasion for her choice of wardrobe today, because her pale legs, her underwear barely showing, and the lovely soft sweater over her torso made her too beautiful for words.
“There’s plenty of other toys we can try, later,” you kept talking, pushing the vibe higher, pressing against the sensitive inside of her thighs. Her muscles tensed and her breathing sped up.
“Y-yes,” she agreed, trying to maintain some sense of dignity as her resolve crumbled, “I-I think this will be sufficient for now.”
You grinned, flashing a smile at her which she weakly returned, and you took the opportunity to run it along the edge of her underwear, close to her clit, but not close enough.
The whine you received was like music.
“Th-thousands of years I’ve lived- a-and I’ve never-,” she choked out, hands scrabbling for purchase at the sheets underneath her heaving body. You avoided direct contact with her skin or her clit, wondering if you’d make her black out with how sensitively she was reacting to the toy.
“This isn’t even the highest setting, baby,” you grinned, running it in slow circles over the hood of her clit. The panties she was wearing were soaked.
“T-turn it up higher,” she demanded.
You paused. The only sounds were Galadriel’s gasps and the sound of the toy.
“Are you sure?”
She pulled you closer by the back of your neck, mouth wide as she kissed you and devoured you, tongue licking into you.
“Yes.”
You did as she asked, your own mind swimming with arousal, and her body began to tense, her gasps and groans going higher and higher in pitch as she neared orgasm.
Knowing she was close, you reached down with your other hand, pushed aside the panties enough for your fingers to slip through. You pressed inside, curled up and rubbed in that rough, delicious spot inside of her that made her scream, which she did.
Her body convulsed under your touch, thighs shaking as you held her down. One arm thrown over her face, gasping into the crook of her elbow.
The Lady was sweating, her figure glimmering with a delicious sheen. You smiled wickedly as you tugged her arm away, revealing flushed cheeks and blown eyes.
She pulled at your grip, wanting to hide her disheveled state, but you didn’t let her go, instead leaning forward and kissing her over and over.
“Don’t pass out, please?” you begged her, watching her hooded eyes, “there's loads of other things we could try.”
“I don’t think I can handle any more of your world’s advancements,” she groaned, making you smile.
“Then let me treat you with something a little more.. old-fashioned.”
You tugged her underwear off before she could protest, and nestled your face into her dripping cunt, licking up all of her juices and revelling in how sweet she smelled.
“O-oh, oh my,” she cried out, hands grabbing your hair as you feasted.
You knew her libido was relentless; she’d pounced on you one or two times in a way that made it clear she could be very sex-driven. So you pushed her to a second and third orgasm with ease, feeling her go limp and boneless by the time you finally finished licking her clean.
She was still wearing that adorable sweater, her long hair fanned out over your pillows, one leg pushed out far enough to dangle off of the edge of the bed.
She said something Elvish under her breath, body arching and trembling in the aftershocks. You urged her to sit up, tugged off the sweater, and she attacked your face with kisses, muttering sweet nothings, half of which you couldn’t understand.
Your body melted at her words nonetheless, filled with love and desire, and she never seemed to stop kissing you,
“I may be the luckiest Elf alive,” she sighed, “who else has ever experienced such pleasure?”
Her words made you grin, because to you it was a simple, effective toy, but to her it was another world, another life entirely, something new and exciting. And you got to be the one to give it to her. The thought made your head spin.
You were sitting on the bed and she had crawled into your lap again, dipping her head low to kiss you, and her body began rocking against your thigh, signalling her need for more.
“Again?” you asked, turning up the vibe once more, and her eyes shone with mischief. She nodded, and you knew sleep was still a long way off for you.
A/N: this is basically like, polar opposite of my Hela/reader style of writing, and I don’t mind one bit :D hope u liked it my loves! wasn’t there something where CB had said Elves don’t wear underwear? Yeah I agree taglist: @the-obscurity
#galadriel#lady galadriel#Galadriel X Reader#galadriel/you#galadriel/reader#galadrielxyou#Galadrielxreader#cate blanchett#cate blanchett x you#cate blanchett x reader#wlw#lgbt#fem!reader#reader insert#lord of the rings#The Lord of the Rings#hobbit#hobbit fanfiction#lord of the rings fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#merry writes#modern au
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It's Raining
Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Tatta Koudai, Arisu Ryohei, Last Boss, Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntaro
Genre: Fluff. Just a thunderstorm, some vibes, and uh.... Monopoly. Briefly.
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Man, writing with absolute zero idea of where I was going with it is.... interesting. My only thought was rainstorm, and here's what happened.
Rain pattered against the window, Aguni watching the raindrops fall down the glass with a cup of steaming hot coffee in hand. Takeru was still in bed, sleeping off the spaghetti and red wine they shared last night, half a cookie hanging out of his mouth. Aguni takes a long, slow sip of his coffee, making sure to blow on it beforehand. He didn’t need to burn his mouth after all. He grunts lightly, going over today’s schedule over his head. The rain looked bad, so he couldn’t go out today, nor could anybody else. It might be bad enough for a power outage, Aguni notes internally.
He heads outside and through the halls. The rain was loud even here, but the sound of yelling was louder, cheers and screams coming from Arisu’s room. Aguni peeks inside just to see what was up, after knocking on the door to notify he was coming inside. He blinks as he stares at Niragi, Tatta, and Arisu all sitting in the dark in front of the television, playing some racing game, Arisu firmly in first place with Niragi and Tatta fighting for second just behind him. Niragi and Arisu were more absorbed in the game, Niragi the main source of all the yelling, using Arisu’s blanketed head as an arm rest, the tallest out of all of them sitting on the barren bed while the other two took space on the floor. Tatta seemed less focused at least, although he doesn’t stop playing even as he greets Aguni.
“ Hi! Did you need something?”
“ Uh… just checking up. It’s raining pretty badly. Just be aware there may be a power outage if it gets worse.”
Tatta nods, Niragi grumbling angrily as Tatta hits him with a red shell in the game. “ Okay!” Tatta chirps, Aguni nodding and shutting the door just as Arisu wins the race with an excited cheer, Niragi griping loudly and falling backwards on the bed. Aguni continues down the hall and goes to check up on Chishiya to tell him about the possible outage.
But he couldn’t, as Chishiya was still sleeping, curled up in his chair and a blanket thrown over him, likely from Tatta or Arisu actually caring. Aguni leaves him alone, shutting the door. Chishiya was smart enough to infer on his own when he wakes up. He continues through the house, occasionally taking a sip of coffee as he searches for the last member of the household.
Aguni knocks on Last Boss’ door, and receives absolutely zero response, but Aguni opens anyways. Last Boss was sitting there on the ground with his computer, looking up at Aguni blankly in the dark.
“ Hey. It’s raining pretty badly so be warned.” Aguni tells him, and looks at the ground, sighing at the mess. “ And clean up your room eventually, okay?” He looks back at Last Boss, who says absolutely nothing, continuing to stare blankly at him. Aguni stares back until Last Boss breaks eye contact, going back to typing on his computer without a hint of giving a fuck. He shut the door and makes his way down to the kitchen, drinking more coffee and listening to the rain patter against the windows louder than before. He settles himself with heating up some leftovers, watching the plate spin in the microwave as he sips at his coffee.
The microwave beeps, seconds before Aguni hears thunder pounding outside. Several, in fact. It nearly shakes the house with how loud it was, and Aguni swears he can hear Niragi cursing in Arisu’s room. Aguni pulls out his leftovers and takes a seat at the dining table, just as the lights begin to flicker. Aguni takes a long, slow sip of coffee and sets down his mug, poking at a piece of fish as the lights finally die on him.
Not long after, Aguni hears footsteps, and he look up through the dark as three figures approach, Niragi loudly grumbling and heading straight for the cabinets to look for a torch. Tatta and Arisu both stand there as Niragi rustles through the drawers, Aguni eating silently as Niragi slams open and close drawers. Arisu still had the blanket over his head, which he had wrapped around him so it was basically just a blanket with a face and legs.
“ Where’s the fucking flashlight-“ Niragi grumbles, even opening the medicine cabinet. It is followed by both Arisu and Tatta shrugging and offering nothing useful, Niragi continuing to search and yielding nothing. Aguni gets up only when Niragi tries the same drawer in the past five minutes, getting up and opening the fridge, which also lost its power. He digs inside, Niragi pausing to watch Aguni in pure and utter confusion as Aguni pulls out a flashlight and sets it on the counter by Niragi, shutting the fridge and going back to the table to continue eating. “ Wh-“ Niragi stammers, looking between the flashlight and the fridge. “ Why the hell was it in the fridge-“
Aguni wished he had a sane answer. But nothing was sane about the fridgelight. He finished his coffee and sets the mug down, looking to Niragi. “ Takeru thought it’d be funny.” He explains, Niragi looking at Aguni, eyes furrowed a little and frowning.
“ Why the fuck would-“ Niragi cuts himself off, picking up the flashlight and turning it on, nearly blinding Tatta. “ Whatever. This’ll do. What, do we not have a backup generator?”
“ We used to, but rats got to the wires so we were waiting on someone to come fix it!” Tatta explains, covering his eyes with his hand as Niragi turns the bright beam at his face.
“ Aren’t you a mechanic?”
“ For cars, mostly! Also I tried, but turns out the rats got a lot of the wires all messed up. And uhhhhh….. I might have forgotten to go buy new wires. Or a new generator.”
“ You’re useless.” Niragi mutters, Tatta frowning a little.
“ Rude…. But it’ll be fine until the storm passes by, right?” Tatta looks to Aguni for confirmation, Aguni giving him a brief nod. Tatta smiles, looking back at Niragi. “ See?”
“ Fine. Would’ve been nice to have electricity. I’m gonna grab candles. It’s dark as shit in here.” Niragi grumbles, and he stalks away with the flashlight, Arisu and Tatta following behind to help. Aguni stays at the table to finish his meal, existing in his own time.
A few minutes later Niragi comes back and slaps a candle on the table in front of him, already lit. “ There. Have fun with your romantic dinner for one.” Niragi quips, then quickly walks away, Aguni thanking him under his breath and taking another bite of food.
Takeru comes outside as Aguni dumps his trash, holding his phone as a flashlight, heading straight for Aguni and draping himself over the man’s back.
“ Man, it’s so loud….. You doing okay?” Takeru mumbles into Aguni’s shoulder, apparently still very tired, Aguni nodding. Takeru hums, the two standing there in the candlelit kitchen as the rain battered against the house for a while. Takeru only lets go when Aguni starts to move away, arms dropping to the side as Aguni sits down at the table again, his face illuminated by the small faint candlelight. Takeru opens the lightless fridge, the sound of things moving around barely discernible from the loud patter. He pulls out something and shuts the door, coming over to sit across Aguni. In his hand seemed to be a glass bottle, Takeru twisting off the top and taking a sip.
Aguni watches him drink for a while, Takeru draining at least half of the bottle in one go before letting off, satisfyingly breathing out and wiping his mouth with the back off his hand. The house shakes as thunder rumbles outside, Takeru smiling and yawning. “ It’s rough outside, eh? I woke up to that first one but didn’t feel like getting out of bed.” Aguni grunts in response, Hatter nodding to himself. “ Yes, yes. Ah, is the generator still not working?”
Aguni shakes his head, explaining the rat situation, Hatter slowly nodding. He finishes the rest of the bottle, letting it hit the table with a decent thunk, sighing and leaning back. “ No reason to sit around and do nothing. Wanna play Monopoly with the kids?”
“ And have to wrestle Chishiya away from stabbing Niragi in the knees again with a toothpick?”
Takeru only shrugs, getting up and walking away. “ What can go wrong this time? Monopoly night! Come on everyone!”
Aguni sighs, getting up and heading over to grab the Monopoly board. He wasn’t paying for the damages.
[AN HOUR LATER….]
Aguni keeps a hold of Niragi’s torso as he attempts (and fails) to reach Tatta, who was hiding behind the blanket blob that was Arisu, who somehow acquired everyone’s blanket in the timeframe he’s been by the board, Chishiya leaning against said blob and smirking at Niragi.
“ I’m gonna tear your fucking face off, you fucking whale shark!”
“ I’m sorry! It’s just a railroad!”
Aguni glances at Takeru, who just smiles and watches, with eyes that were void of any thought in his head. He wasn’t even feeling the slightest bit worried, was he. Aguni sighs, and forcefully pulls Niragi up and lifts him over his shoulder, Niragi trying (and still failing) to get free and attack Tatta.
Aguni much rather would have just sat around and do nothing. Maybe lay in bed with Takeru and talk about life and such.
But no, instead he gets this today, Niragi finally giving up as Aguni dumps him in the time out corner and walks away back to the scene, only to see Tatta having to pay the last of his money to a smug Chishiya.
“ Aww, I’m bankrupt.”
“ Should’ve thought about that before having money.” Thunder clapped just as he finished that, Tatta yelping.
“ Ooh, that was a good one!” Takeru chirps, “ Real suspenseful!”
“ Thanks, it wasn’t my intention….. Or was it.”
#aib#alice in borderland#aib fanfic#alice in borderland fanfic#aguni morizono#hatter#takeru danma#tatta kodai#arisu ryohei#niragi suguru#chishiya shuntaro#last boss#takatora samura#mmmmmm rain-#yeah this is the same universe as the vacation things#hatter + aguni and their sons#all of them
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OOOOH GOD I JUST HAD A NEW IDEA.
If you can do both, I will be very happy.
So...
Nanami has a fever, he overworked himself during the last fight, and he is bound in his bed, trying to recover. He keeps dreaming of Gojo while he shifts from sleep to reality and feels like he is there with him but doesn't know if it's true. He has lots of delusions and hallucinations regarding Gojo breaking his heart and feels like he is slowly burning alive.
Also, I have to add this, if you are able to describe him as tiddies out, you would save my life. I thirst for Dilfs in pain.
“I THIRST FOR DILFs IN PAIN” HAD ME WHEEZING, HELP- oh man, I hope I put Nanamin through enough pain with this one, I did my best to depict his disorientation :D Have fun, I hope this is enough f*cked up!! All I want to say is... Sorry.
(TW in the tags)
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The blurred digits danced across the tiny screen, forcing Nanami to squeeze his chestnut-brown eyes painfully. It read 40,1°C, or so he supposed. His fever-addled brain, while aware that he was, in fact, feverish, wasn’t quite in control of the body, eyes failing him.
The blond sighed, resigned, and moved to sit up on the bed with a pitiful groan. As soon as his torso was perpendicular to the mattress, a wave of dizziness made him flop back onto the firm yet comfortable surface, head spinning in a violent, overwhelming manner.
Nanami wanted nothing more than to reach for his phone, located on the neatly-arranged night stand, next to a book and a half empty glass of water. Just an arm-length away, maybe less, and yet, the man hadn’t enough strength in him to move that much. His limbs felt heavy, bones lined with lead, head filled with grey fog, eyesight faltering.
“I jus’ need… to call in…” he murmured, not quite sure if he’d said that out-loud, either. The effort of turning his head to look at the phone left him breathless, disoriented; shaky fingers reached for it, barely a couple of centimeters above the mattress. Beads of sweat dripped down Nanami’s pasty face and he grit his teeth, summoning every last ounce of power left in him.
If I could just warn someone, I would be fine. I just need to sweat this off. But I have to let Satoru know, or he’ll come bursting in here soon, and get himself sick. I don’t want that to happen, taking care of him is annoying. He is annoying when he’s sick. He is always annoying. I just need to let him know I’m fine. I just need to tell him not to come. I just一
He blinked his eyes open, startled. When had he closed them?
Nanami allowed his vision to focus, albeit slowly and not entirely efficiently either, and noticed how his arm was stretched out toward the night stand, not quite touching it due to his slightly bent elbow. It just laid there, motionless, fingers barely twitching, not obeying his command.
The sorcerer inhaled a shallow, rasped breath, trying to coax his body into cooperating to reach that damned phone.
He didn’t need Gojou to come, he needed him not to. He wouldn’t have come anyway, Nanami thought. He never did.
The sky-eyed man wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, Nanami knew it, he’d repeated that to himself so many times, too many times, trying to carve it into his brain, to learn it by heart. Gojou wasn’t a bad boyfriend.
He was simply… a not conventional one.
More than once, Nanami had to remind him about their dates. More than once, he had to hint that his birthday was coming up, or that he’d asked him for a favour of any sorts一 not that he’d do that, Nanami was capable of doing everything on his own.
Maybe that’s why Gojou had never bothered to offer his help. Maybe it was out of admiration and reverence in regard of Nanami’s skills一 as a sorcerer and as a civilian, too一 that he’d never offered his help, nor helped unless strictly necessary.
Nanami forced himself to shake his head, aware that he was dozing off again, thoughts swirling in his pounding, boiling brain. No, he needed to get the phone first, he needed to inform that he wouldn’t come, and that he… maybe, he could use some help.
Gojou’s.
But he won’t come! he thought, bitter. He won’t come on his own. It’s not like him, he won’t come here, he won’t notice. I’m glad. He doesn’t need to worry, I’m fine. I’m happy that he’s not going to come, he doesn’t need to. I can handle a little cold. I don’t need to worry him. Not that he would. But it’s a good thing, because he一
A faint knock echoed through the neat apartment. Nanami opened his eyes一he’d closed them again, hadn’t he?一 and tried to pinpoint the source of the noise, curious. Certainly, something must have fallen from the table, maybe a spoon he’d left out of place.
“Spoons don’t sound like knocking when they fall, Nanamin~” someone purred from outside the door. Someone that Nanami knew, certainly. Someone that wasn’t supposed to be there, or rather, someone that he didn’t think was ever going to come.
“S-Satoru?” he croaked, weak. He wished that his technique allowed him to move objects with his mind, willing to unlock the door without, however, having the necessary strength to get up and walk the way to it. That would have meant crossing the bedroom, reaching the tiny corridor, walking through it and up to the genkan. He would have had to sit on the step at the entrance, slip his shoes on to walk the tiny distance between the wooden floor and the door, not wanting to soil his slippers.
Speaking of slippers, he didn’t know where he’d left them. He’d come home around midnight, after an extenuating fight. Nanami had wrapped everything up rather slowly, and once it was over, he barely waited for the EMTs to check him over before he gave up and walked the way home, in the freezing weather.
The walk home, and the time from when he reached the doorstep to when he flopped on the bed, were a blur of flashes and thumping noises, voices and phones ringing, people yelling一 he’d left the TV on, he didn’t know how he allowed himself to make that mistake.
He, who would always reprimand Gojou for forgetting to turn the lights off, for not cleaning the bathroom mirror after he’d brushed his teeth, for leaving the spoon in the plate when he reheated food in the microwave. Nanami would always tell him off, tired of how careless Gojou acted, tired of how the other man seemed to have mistaken him for his personal butler, tired of一
“Nanamin, my poor Nanamin.” Gojou said, running a hand through the blond’s sweaty hair, letting his fingers cradle the mane and massage the scalp delicately, “All sick and lonely, my little Nanamin~”
“You shouldn’t一” Nanami was caught off guard, wheezing as a painful dry coughed escaped his mouth and scraped his throat. Teary eyes glanced at the bottle on the dresser just a few meters away.
The mattress lifted and then dipped again.
Nanami grabbed the glass of water that Gojou had filled for him, and drank greedily, letting the cold liquid soothe the agony, feeling the fog thin out in the slightest.
“You shouldn't have come.” he finished, “You’re going to get sick too. You aren’t even wearing a mask, everyone knows that it’s necessary to protect yourself when you visit someone sick, Satoru.” he scolded, thin eyebrows furrowed on his damp forehead.
“You’re always so cold with me, Nanamin! Your lovely boyfriend came all the way here to watch you suffer, and you treat him like that? Cruel.” the white-haired man hummed, laying next to Nanami, not quite touching him. Truth is, he didn’t even seem to be willing to reach for the man.
Ah, Nanami reasoned, Infinity. Nothing gets through.
“I could deactivate it, Nanamin. The Infinity, you know, I could deactivate it and touch you. You want that, don’t you?” he teased, blinking at the ill man.
“Y-you don’t have to.”
Gojou laughed in that way that made his enemies’ skin crawl, so hollow yet light. Carefree, intimidating for just how genuinely amused he sounded.
“Oh, I wouldn't think about it, Nanamin.” he said, “It’s bad enough that you’re out of commission, we can’t have both of us out of the games.”
Nanami swallowed the dryness in his throat to no avail, averting his gaze just in the slightest, just enough to have that annoying, mocking grin out of his sight. “Good.”
“But you want me to touch you, right? You want me to care for you, you want to feel my breath on your skin, to bite into it with my teeth and let them sink in your neck, don’t you, Nanamin?” he whispered. Had he not activated the Infinity, Nanami would have been able to feel the ticklish warmth of Gojou’s breath on his ear, surely.
“It wouldn't be wise, since I’m sick.” he hummed, still not looking at Gojou. He couldn’t bear it.
Nanami couldn’t stand that cocky, teasing bastard, he couldn’t stand his malicious threats and offerings that he was then going to deny, he couldn’t stand the way Gojou referred to him and to himself, as if they were on widely different levels, as if Nanami was supposed, no, bound to do something to earn his boyfriend’s kindness.
“Go home, I’ll be fine.” he rasped out.
Leave. Please, leave.
Was he going to cry? The fever was playing atrocious tricks on his mind and body, so Nanamin paid no mind to the sudden stinging sensation in his eyes, he didn’t care about his twitching chin and shaking hands.
“I know you will. I don’t need you to tell me you’ll be fine.” Gojou hummed, matter-of-factly, sounding almost offended at Nanami’s implication. Nanami himself really didn’t know what it was, though.
Was Gojou annoyed because Nanami had implied that someone like him could get worried? Or, was he mad because Nanami had implied that he was enough to make Gojou, of all people, worry?
Both, probably.
“Then leave.” he hissed, heart hammering in his chest, head throbbing in the heat.
“I will.”
“Good.”
Gojou sat up, before a sweaty hand grabbed at his wrist, causing the man to cock a white eyebrow in what Nanami hoped wasn’t annoyance nor anger. Yet, he could tell it was.
“Do you even care?” he breathed out, eyes watery only because of the fever. “About me. Do- do you care? Did you ever...?”
The taller sorcerer grinned, features softening. “Of course I do, Nanamin. You’re one of the strongest sorcerers out there, how could I not care?” he purred, grabbing Nanami’s trembling jaw with his strong fingers, gaze penetrating.
Not reassuring in the slightest, either.
Nanami felt his face heat up, façade crumbling as hot tears welled at the corner of his blurry eyes. “Not- not as a sorcerer, Satoru!! Do you... care about me?”
The grip tightened, Gojou’s short nails leaving faint indents in his boyfriend’s cheeks, “Care how, Nanamin? What do you mean by care, what does care mean to you?” he grinned, shortening the distance between their faces, noses almost brushing against each other’s.
“Y-you’re hurting me,” Nanami breathed out, faint, “Let go of m一”
“Say, Nanamin,” Gojou’s fingers dug deeper, grin growing wider, colder, “is it love you’re looking for? Is it what you’re asking me?”
The blond brought a shaky hand up, trying to pry Gojou’s hand away to no avail, too weakened by the debilitating fever, too shocked to act efficiently.
“Is it, Nanamin?”
“Y-yes.” he hiccupped, dry, voice barely above a whisper, his words whimpered and fragmented, “Do you love me? H-have you ever loved me?”
Gojou chuckled, licking his lips, “Of course I did, Nanamin. Of course. You’re so pretty, so strong… I would have been a fool not to love you, don’t you think?”
He did not let go.
“Do I not show you enough love, Nanamin? Do you not think I love you? Do you believe that I’m a bad boyfriend, Nanamin?” he asked.
Something in his tone wasn’t quite right. It sounded unfamiliar, having lost its arrogant edges, replaced with something that the blond couldn’t identify yet. And it creeped him out.
“N-no.” the ill one gulped, “It’s… S-sometimes, you don’t- I don’t think th-that you care. I, I feel like you don’t.” Nanami confessed, trembling.
“So you think I’m lying?” Gojou inquired.
“No!! I’m not- it’s not that.”
“I think it is.”
Nanami shook his head vehemently, squeezing his eyes shut. He forced himself into a sitting position, willing the dizzy spell away, swallowing the bile that scratched the back of his tongue, ignoring how his shirt and bedsheets were soaked, ignoring the stale air in his room.
“P-please, Satoru, don’t一!!”
“It’s getting late, Nanamin.” Gojou sighed, clapping his hands once as he got up and stretched his legs, ignoring his boyfriend’s pleading look, ignoring his watery gaze and wet cheeks, ignoring the hand that feebly attempted to reach for his, uselessly.
“A-are you leaving me?” he sobbed, not caring about the snot that dripped down his fine nose, not caring about how pathetic and helpless he sounded. It was the fever.
“Is it not what you wanted me to do, Nanamin?” Gojou asked, hands deep in his pockets.
His eyes, clearer than the sky, bore a sour shade of regret, a glint of annoyance that Nanami prayed wasn’t addressed to him. Those eyes that looked down at him, on him, pissed.
“Y-yes, no, I don’t- I didn’t mean it l-like that, I meant一 please, wait, I’m not一”
“Goodbye, Nanamin.” Gojou muttered, headed for the door. He knocked Nanami’s glasses off the low dresser they were on, unconcerned, not bothering to pick them up.
The ill man faintly heard the door click in the distance again. Unfocused, bleary eyes scanned the room, because he couldn’t be gone, he couldn’t have left him like that, Nanami couldn’t believe that he did.
His gaze dropped to the floor, neat, untouched, glasses still placed on the dresser, the bottle still full of crystal-clear water.
Nanami could only breathe out a desperate whimper, a prayer for Gojou to come, for him to stop being so distant in every sense of the term. He wished and prayed, and fell into a restless slumber, plagued with other nightmares and suspected premonitions.
3/20/2021
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Episode 5: The Mile High Job
WHY IS THIS EPISODE 8
FUCK THE NETWORK I’M VERY TIRED
So we’re starting on a client testimony. Which is sad because I kind of like the context establishing scenes
Sophie being French is hilarious
I’m not saying Hardison shouldn’t be able to take off when he needs to. I am saying that MAYBE THEY SHOULD PLAN HEISTS FOR DAYS WHEN THEY ARE A MEMBER SHORT?
Also, why does Hardison not put his food on a plate before he puts it in the microwave. That spinning plate does not get washed nearly enough for that to be sanitary
OK wait did Hardison just flake out? THEN WHY DID THEY NOT POSTPONE?
THEY SHOULD HAVE PLANNED THIS MUCH BETTER
I love Parker being magic and teleporting
The security guards always seem like idiots and tbh, working where I work with the security guards being who they are, I feel like it’s all bullshit and a disservice to security guards.
I love the Doctor WHo references. TOM AND SARAH JANE BAKER YES MA’AM
But also did no one make a Doctor Who comment? Like really. I know Tom Baker is probably a common name but I really want to know what happens when they get a whovian checking their IDs
THe poor flight attendant. That sucks. Can you imagine getting a COMPLETELY fake call that your cat might be put down? I’m sorry, I can’t. Completely innocent people get screwed by them sometimes and I feel bad
Eliot remembers everyone he’s slept with I love him.
THIS POOR FLIGHT ATTENDANT? WHat happens when she comes back and everyone is side eyeing her and being bitchy?
I hate the trope of girlfriends or love interests being overly sensitive about people remembering tiny details. Especially when they aren’t actually together. Especially when it happened years ago. Especially when they hold it against them for the whole episode.
SOME PEOPLE HAVE TERRIBLE MEMORIES OK
Also, this is Nate. It’s a shock he has any brain cells left with how drunk he is 99% of the time. Get OVER yourself Sophie.
PLACE YOUR MASK OVER YOUR MOUTH AND NOSE ok Leverage predicting the future…
Parker being a terrible flight attendant is hilarious
Did I like her in this episode? I think I liked her in this episode
Eliot suffering through economy I can’t
I feel bad for the woman, but like… stop pushing? I know she’s nervous but the flight attendant is trying to do her job. I mean, it’s Parker, but in any normal situation…
Hardison pulls the same “You’re such a racist” bit every time he gets in a sticky situation, and it always works? Can you imagine if he tried to pull that on an actual racist?
Do planes have bars like that? I’ve been on plenty of planes and i’ve never seen a bar like that
Im never in first class though so whatever
OKAY GUYS THE IN-FLIGHT MOVIE IS ONE OF THE LIBRARIANS MOVIES
Which means noah wyle exists in the leverage universe.
HOW IS THAT GOING TO WORK WITH THE REBOOT THOUGH?
Unless they just… expected no one to notice? To be fair, it’s not like they focused on it
They probably just needed a movie they could use without securing rights first or running into copyright issues
But still… paradoxes
Eliot just going through a bunch of random people's bags…
HE AND PARKER MOVING AROUND EACH OTHER SO COMFORTABLY THOUGH
THIS IS SEASON ONE WHY ARE THEY SO GOOD TOGETHER ALREADY
I LOVE THEM GUYS
Parker. That’s not reassuring Parker. Parker that’s just terrifying. WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT PARKER?? pARKER?? i’M CONCERNED PARKER!
I really hate Sophie getting mad at nate for this shit. It’s not funny. It’s not cute. It just makes Sophie seem unreasonable and bitchy
OK BUT Hardison and the woman bonding IMMEDIATELY over nerdy gaming is so great
Also i like that they made the other nerd a woman is great
OK but he is not talking nearly silently enough for the ONLY other person in the room to just stop listening to him?
Could you imagine the person you were talking to randomly stops talking, looks upset, and then sticks his head in the cabinet? And starts muttering to himself?
LIKE EITHER HE CAN’T TELL REALITY FROM FANTASY OR HES A SPY
WHY ARE YOU NOT SUSPICIOUS??
He really does pull this shit off really well.
The amount of men in that conference room is oppressive and very realistic ina very sad way
Parker must be in a thief’s paradise
OKAY I REMEMBER NOW AND I DID LIKE PARKER IN THIS EPISODE
“Nobody tells me anything”
THAT’S SUCH A MOOD
Literally the job I’m working in right now is exactly like that
My job is literally to know things and help people and provide them with the information they need
AND STILL I’M ONE OF THE LAST TO FIND THINGS OUT
IT’S VERY FRUSTRATING OK
WHy can I not remember why they’re going after genegrow? Someone died I think? But i cannot remember
“The guy in 1D wants to kill you. Ginger Ale?”
Why is it that all i can think about right now is harry styles and niall horan
I mean I KNOW why but like… why
I LOVE them but why?
WHAT IS THIS OFFICE WOMAN’S NAME I LOVE HER
How does no one question Hardison showing up out of nowhere though?
Im just saying… supposedly it’s “Dave’s” birthday, and they think they should have already known about it? He just started that job on that day?
Unless he’s pretending to have been there forever but even then…
This makes no sense? I’m so confused?
Eliot beating a guy up in an airport bathroom is fantastic
But also you can’t fit one person in a airport bathroom, let alone two
THe view from the top is much smaller than the shots from the side
Parker: the guy we just took out? Eliot: -_- Parker: The guy Eliot just took out?
Sophie always seems so shocked by the inhumanity of some of these people they interact with. Nate’s like “Yeah, people are awful” and Eliot’s like “I see worse all the time” and Parker’s like “Is this meant to be weird or something?” but Sophie’s like “WHAt? Someone wants people DEAD? And might KILL US IN THE PROCESS?”
Is the art theft world just not so violent?
Even hardison doesn’t seem shocked, just upset and offended. Sophie’s always like OoO though and it gets weird?
Now both Eliot AND Nate are fitting in the bathroom? With an already unconscious guy? I’VE BEEN IN AIRPLANE BATHROOMS. THEY AREN’T BIG ENOUGH FOR THAT.
Unless i’m just fat. Which is an option.
Why do people have random wires in their luggage? Who travels with a giant bundle of wires in their luggage?
Oh look. The red head was right. There is a tailwind
OK But THE OXYGEN MASKS CAME DOWN AND NO ONE IS TRYING TO PUT ONE ON?
I know they’re panicking but still
Nate really does just throw things at hardison and then Hardison goes like WHAT I CAN’T DO THIS and then he does it.
HOW is Hardison THAT talented it’s ridiculous
WE all talk about Eliot being hyper-competent in everything when Hardison is literally right there
Not to say that eliot doesn’t deserve attention because he does and I love him
I LOVE ELIOT OKAY
I’m just saying Hardison deserves more credit
HOW DID THEY NOT HIT ANY CARS WHEN THEY WERE LANDING? THERE ARE CARS RIGHT THERE? ANd then there’s suddenly no cars in font of them when they land ? It’s all deserted?
HARDISON IS SO GOOD THOUGH
How did they set up a party for “Dave” so quickly?
WHY DOES NO ONE LOOK TO SEE WHO DAVE WAS YELLING AT?
Everyone is so done with Hardison and honestly? Fair. He might’ve saved them, but he also screwed them over earlier. It came in handy, but still.
I really could not give less of a shit about the Nate Sophie storyline in this episode. In most of season one really. It’s all shitty and annoying
FINAL THOUGHTS: 8/10. Points off for people not acting like people. Points off for the shitty Sophie/Nate stuff. Extra points for Eliot being Eliot. (There will always be extra points for Eliot being Eliot). Extra points for Hardison’s badassery. Extra points because I liked Parker in this episode. Extra points for nerd girl. You go nerd girl. Points off because I literally remember nothing about this episode except for Hardison being awesome, the office scenes, and the fact that there was a plane crash. Why were they on the plane? No idea. Can’t remember.
Sam count: 3/5
IYS count: 2/5 (Am I remembering this wrong? I felt like there were more? Then again, I’m only 5 episodes in)
#leverage#leverage ot3#leverage rewatch#eliot spencer#parker#alec hardison#nathan ford#sophie devereaux#episode 5#the mile high job#rewatch#ot3
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so this is love.
sleepy-euphoria said: If you don’t mind, could you write about Jaemin being super sleepy and wanting cuddles? Thank you!
anonymous said: hi! can i request fluff w jaemin? like oc giving up their dessert for him even tho it’s their favorite but they’d much rather see him happy. lol i have no idea if that made any sense
pairing: boyfriend!jaemin x ceo!reader
genre: fluff!!! lots of it!!!! cheesiness galore!!!!!
word count: 1.6k
synopsis: you realize you’re in love in love with your boyfriend.
author’s note: these two requests gave me the same vibe so i combined them! anyways this is literally just a word vomit of me wishing i was jaemin’s gf so if you like at least a little bit of angst in your stories then this is not the one for you
You wonder what your past self from a year ago would think of you right now.
Twirling the fountain pen between your fingers, you stare at the clock on your desk, counting down the second you can get the hell out of this stuffy office. It’s currently 9:59 PM, and that forsaken minute feels like an hour. Your eyes are heavy with fatigue, and your back aches like you’re seventy-five. You just want to go home and be welcomed by Jaemin’s arms.
In the past, you would’ve had your nose buried in work until at least 2 AM.
The clock finally turns 10, and you sprint out of your office—nearly forgetting your coat and purse. Two security guards tip their hats at you as you run past them. You give them a quick wave, saying goodbye over your shoulder (though you’re not sure if they even hear you). You press the button for the elevator several times, as it that would quicken the process. The doors open with a ding, and you do the same thing with the floor button. You bite your lip impatiently, glancing down at your watch.
After the elevator arrives at the lobby and the doors open, you make another mad dash. Your heels click against the floor loudly, and you get strange stares from another pair of security guards. The cold air hits you like a wall when you go outside, but you barely even feel it. You wait for the pedestrian crossing light to turn green, but it takes too long so you look both ways to make sure there’s no cars and jog across the street.
The bakery still has its lights on, and you can see the workers inside cleaning up. Feeling like an asshole, you push the doors open. Panting, you say,
“Please give me a strawberry shortcake.”
The workers, rightfully so, look annoyed. They exchange glances before one of them pipes up and says, “Er, well, we’re sold out of cakes for the night. But we still have an individual slice of strawberry shortcake left.”
You nod quickly. “That’ll work.”
The worker nods and walks behind the counter, pulling the slice of strawberry shortcake out of the display. She wraps it up for you in a cute box, and you give her an extra tip because you feel bad. You promptly leave so they can finish cleaning up, staring at the box in your hand.
Did you really just sprint a mile and barge into a closed bakery just to buy your boyfriend some cake? For absolutely no reason other than the fact that he likes strawberry shortcake? You can’t help but laugh. The past you would’ve scoffed at things like this. The past you would’ve called present you an absolute fool for allowing yourself to be wrapped around a man’s finger.
Oh, how you wish past you could see this.
When you come home, Jaemin is asleep at the dinner table. He has one cheek against the table, and his mouth is slightly open. Your dinner is neatly set in front of him, wrapped in cellophane. This isn’t your first time coming home to the sight, but you’re still hit with a pang of guilt. Walking over to him, you kneel down so you can see his face more closely. Jaemin always looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, unlike your fitful slumbers. His skin is smooth and dewy, like honey. His lips are the perfect, kissable rosy pink. He’s like an angel, and you wonder how someone so perfect could be yours. You brush his faded pink bangs out of his eyes and he begins to stir.
“I’m home,” you whisper.
Jaemin groggily mumbles, “Welcome home, my love.”
“If you’re tired, go sleep on the bed. Stop waiting up for me,” you scold gently. Not that he’s listened the first hundred times you’ve said it.
“Mm, I want to eat dinner with you,” he insists, shaking his head. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. You can’t even begin to describe how adorable he looks.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t eaten yet,” you say incredulously.
He gives you a sheepishly smile, picking up a plate. “Here, let me heat this up.”
“Na Jaemin,” you say sternly.
He leans forward and gives you a small peck on the nose before getting up and microwaving your dinner. You sigh loudly. How did a CEO like yourself, whose main job is to give orders, fall in love with a man who never listens?
“What’s that, by the way?” he asks, nodding toward the box in your hand.
“I bought cake because I thought you ate dinner already,” you huff.
Jaemin’s face lights up, and his smile always takes away your breath like it’s the first time you’ve seen it. Your heart races like a schoolgirl, and your face turns the color of the strawberry on the cake. It makes you realize that you would’ve broken into that bakery if you needed to in order to get that cake for him.
He sits back down with the warmed food and two bowls. You tell him about your day and he listens, piling more and more food in your bowl without you noticing. You don’t know how hungry you are until you realize you’re stuffing your face like a vacuum cleaner. Jaemin has barely touched his food. Instead, he has his head propped up on the table with his elbow as he stares adoringly at you.
Clearing your throat, you bashfully look down at your food. “I-I’m full. Let’s have dessert.”
When Jaemin sees that you only have one slice, he frowns. “Why’d you only get a piece?”
“Well, I knew I was going to be full after dinner, so I just got a slice for you,” you lie.
He looks at you dubiously. “Really?”
“Yes,” you say, rolling your eyes. “If you don’t eat it, it’s just gonna get thrown away and that’ll waste my hard-earned money.”
He laughs. “Well then, don’t mind if I do.”
Whenever Jaemin eats his favorite sweets, he gets this sparkle in his eye. For someone as jaded as you are, it’s something that you’ve never experienced. There’s an innocence to it that you want to protect with all your might. You wonder how he managed to make himself so precious to you in such a short amount of time.
Jaemin catches you staring and smiles. He picks the strawberry off the top of the cake and gestures for you to open your mouth. In the past, you would’ve gagged at how cheesy the whole scenario was. But now, you happily let him pop the strawberry into your mouth. It tastes sweet, and you lick your lips. He leans across the table and steals another kiss, licking his own lips after.
The two of you talk for a little longer before Jaemin yawns loudly. He stretches like a cat before walking over to you and picking you up bridal style. You let out a small yelp. “What are you doing?”
“I’m so tired because I was up late waiting for my lovely girlfriend to get home,” he hums.
You snort. “This is early for me.”
“Let’s cuddle and go to sleep,” he says bluntly, opening the door to your shared bedroom and gently laying you down.
“At least let me shower and change into something more comfortable,” you protest.
Jaemin whines loudly, climbing on top of you and laying his head on your chest. His arms are wound tightly around your torso as he nuzzles closer to you. Without even realizing it, you begin to run your fingers through his hair.
“I love you,” he mumbles into your neck.
It finally hits you. It finally hits you that you love him too. You love him so much that you become putty in his hands whenever he so much as smiles at you. You love him so much that for the first time in your life, you think about something else more than work. You love him so much that you remember all the small things. You love him so much that you would do anything for him. You love him so much that you let him break down all of your walls.
“Jaemin,” you whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Jaemin sits up, bringing you up with him. Gently cupping your face, he stares at you like you have galaxies in your eyes. He stares at you like you came down from the heavens. He stares at you like you breathed life into him. He stares at you like he can’t live without you.
He pulls you close and kisses you sweetly. It’s soft and slow, but your head is spinning and your chest burns. Na Jaemin somehow always manages to take your breath away. When he leans back, your mind is blank. He takes both your hands into his own and kisses them.
“Let’s get married.”
The past you would’ve went on a tirade about how marriage only serves to tie a woman down.
The current you tells the past you to fuck off.
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Best Friends ‘Brother’ - C.B.
summery: y/n’s been best friends with jp cappelletty since they were kids, so it wasn’t that big of a surprise that when he became machine gun kelly’s dummer that she was still always around. but ever since meeting colson, the two just never got along no matter how hard rook tried. but one night when rook is away, things drastically change for the two enemies.
warning: fluff, smut, daddy!kink, tiny bit of degrading
a/n: this originally is from my main blog ( hi sideblog puffins ) and about someone completely different but I thought I’d change it up and make this about colson’s fine ass. hope y’all enjoy 🤪
6:30am. she grumbled when she was disturbed from her rest as her best friend’s alarm went off signaling he needed to get up. she was currently cuddled into his side and clinging onto him when he tried to sit up. “y/n.”
she just grumbled, holding him tighter which caused him to chuckle. “babe, you gotta let me get up.” rook said softly, kissing her forehead sweetly. “noooo.” she whined, nuzzling her face in his neck. the two had always been close, so close people actually thought they were dating but they weren’t - he was just her person and vise versa. another chuckle left his mouth as he managed to pry himself out of her arms. a simple huff left her lips as she sat up, rubbing her eyes before crossing her arms across her chest.
“y/n, you’re acting like a toddler.” rook rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. He loved the fact she loved spending time with him so much - he really appreciated her friendship. “you’ve been so busy lately.. and now you’re leaving me for a whole ass day. c’mon jp, just let me come with!” she huffed again, staring at her best friend with puppy dog eyes. rook simply groaned, he hated when she used the puppy dog eyes on him. they usually worked but not this time, “babe, i can’t. it’s for business, you know if it wasn’t you’d be right next to me. i promise i’ll be back bright and early tomorrow okay?” he said sweetly, walking over and pressing a kiss upon her forehead. the girl simply glared at him playfully before leaning back and letting out a dramatic sigh.
rook chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over to her and hovered over her face. “you’ll be just fine, puffin.” the nickname he’s always called her, rolling off his tongue. he left a small kiss upon her forehead before grabbed his keys off his endtable. “you’re leaving me here… with him.” a growl left her lips, referring to the boy who was still fast asleep down the hall. “y/n, you’ll be fine. it’s not like you’re just with him. slim and baze are gonna be here too, so stop being so over dramatic and it’s just one night. you’ll survive.” The heavily tattooed male stated, gathering everything he needed for his trip. the girl sat up, still pouting as her eyes followed his every move. she hated the fact he was leaving her alone with colson, the two never got along. he was so cocky and thought he was god’s gift to women and she loathed that about him. she honestly had no idea how rook could even stand to be around him longer than ten seconds.
“i’ll be back in the morning, puffin. love you.” rook said, kissing her forehead once again before leaving. y/n just threw her body back on the bed, cuddling with rook’s pillow and completely loathing the fact she was alone with colson, well technically she wasn’t but slim and baze had barely been around the past few weeks so she practically was alone with him. she glanced over at the clock and saw it was only 7:30 so she decided to get some more shut eye. rolling over, she got more comfortable and fell back asleep. the next thing she knew, she heard loud music and groaned when she knew he was awake. glancing at the clock again, she was a little surprised it was only noon and colson was actually awake. getting out of bed, y/n made her way into the living room to see Colson was out swimming while blaring music. She rolled her eyes and headed towards the kitchen as she was starving, a small smile formed upon her lips as she noticed rook made her food before he left.
‘enjoy your food, puffin. please try not to murder kells. love you.
-rookie’
y/n simply laughed at the note as she folded it up and stuck it in her back pocket before placing the plate in the microwave to reheat. she grabbed her phone and went to text rook when she realized he probably wasn’t going to be able to answer her, she let out a groan before setting it down on the counter once the microwaved beeped signally her food was done. pouring herself a glass of orange juice, she walked to the living room and sat indian style on the couch and turned on Netflix. she put on charmed and happily ate her food until colson walked in and stood right in front of the tv. “we don’t eat in the living room, y/n.” the taller male growled. “you might not, but rook and I tend to eat in here when we binge watch Netflix which clearly I’m doing right now so fucking move.” She snarled back, throwing a pillow at him.
“this is my house, y/n. i can stand where ever I please.” Colson shot her a smirk which caused her to groan again, she simply got up and headed into rook’s room to watch Netflix on his laptop. “fucking asshole.” she mumbled under her breath, kicking rook’s door closed with her foot. “god I can’t fucking stand him!” she growled to herself, setting the plate of food and glass of juice down on the dresser before pulling her shirt over her head revealing her bare chest. she’d always loathed wearing a bra to bed, it was always super uncomfortable for her. she stood in front of rook’s closet, completely topless and just in her panties as she gazed at the many shirts to chose from. she always tended to wear one of rook’s shirts when he was away, the smell of him always seemed to calm her. just as she took a white shirt off the hanger, she heard rook’s door swing open. covering her body, she let out a scream and quickly grabbed the throw blanket that was on the end of the bed to cover herself up. “what the fuck! Colson!”
the heavily tattooed older male simply just stood there, his mouth agape as he stared at her. she was practically naked and he honestly couldn’t believe it. “hold up…. you’re telling me you wear barely anything to bed when you sleep next to rookie and he doesn’t do anything?” he asked completely and utterly taken back. y/n rolled her eyes and turned around, dropping the blanket and sliding the shirt over her head. “yes because he’s not a pig… like you.” she growled, turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. colson chuckled, rolling his beautiful sky blue eyes. “oh please… i’m not a pig. stop being so fucking over dramatic.” y/n rolled her eyes again, walking over and shoving his chest so he would leave the room. “go away, colson.” the girl glared. “rook is so stupid. how can he resist your body?” he simply said, shaking his head before turning around and heading towards his room. “and i repeat, because he’s not a pig.” she called out as he was walking down the hall. colson halted his actions at her words, “i’m not…. a fucking pig.” he growled darkly, turning around. “i’m just simply saying that rookie boy has more fucking will power than I would have, you’re fucking sexy and half naked in bed…. i would disappear under the covers and eat you out before we went to sleep every night.” as he spoke, she just stared at him.
“what did you just say?” she asked, her pussy throbbing a little at the thought of colson between her legs. “you heard me, y/n.” a smirk formed upon his lips as he walked closer to her. “stop fucking with my head, baker.” the girl glared, her arms still crossed over her chest. “i’m not fucking with your head…. but i could be fucking you.” he whispered in her ear once he was close, “kells…” she said softly, unfolding her arms and gently pushing him away. “you hate me… remember. is this just some hate fuck fantasy you wanna have or…” she trailed off, looking at him with a cold look in her eye. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find colson attractive, he was fucking beyond sexy and had a body that made her pussy throb but he’s always hated her since they met almost eight years ago and she wasn’t going to be some hate fuck one night stand just because he was bored since his crew was gone. “you know… for someone who claims to be smart, you’re pretty fucking stupid.” he chuckled darkly, “excuse me?” she growled, crossing her arms again. “i never hated you, baby. was just jealous you always seemed to like rookie more.” the taller male stated which caused y/n to tilt her head to the side. “what are you even talking about? rook’s my best friend of-“ colson cut her off, “i’ve literally been in fucking love with you since we met.”
at his confession, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. she had no idea he felt this way, “you’re fucking kidding right? you literally have done nothing but torment me and tease me since the day we met..” she shook her head, “yes at first i hated the fact that rook was literally spending every waking minute with you and barely with me or the rest of the guys, but the longer you were around i just realized i hated the fact that you didn’t want anything to do with me. remember when your shitty ex boyfriend cheated on you and he ended up having a black eye and broken nose? rookie lied, i’m the one who beat the fuck out of him. i told rook to say it was him because well… you loathed me.” all these confessions were coming at y/n quick and completely out of no where, she had no idea that colson had any type of romantic feelings towards her. her head was spinning and she felt like she was going to pass out, “wait… so rook knows that you love me?” she arched an eyebrow and the taller male shook his head, “no.. nobody in our group knows.. casie does however. she figured it out.” colson ran his fingers through his hair, “i get it though, i’m a pig and all that other shit you call me. but i’m going out, i’ll be back later.” he said, going to turn around but y/n’s voice stopped him. “kiss me.” he turned around and looked at her, “what?” he asked, not sure if he heard her right. “just fucking kiss me, baker.” within a second, colson crashed his lips against hers and ran his hands down her body. he gave her ass a gentle smack and squeeze before biting her lower lip, begging for entry. once she parted her lips, he went to town on kissing her passionately.
y/n melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her body. the two made out for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, pulling away in need of a breath colson just looked at her. “fuck, i’ve waited so long to kiss you.” he leaned forward and peppered soft kisses against her neck causing the girl to pull her lower lip between her teeth. “yeah? you ever… masturbate thinking about me?” colson was a bit taken back at her words, y/n was never this bold. “all. the. time.” he growled in her ear. y/n smirked before dropping to her knees, “y/n, what are you-“ the older male was cut off by y/n tugging off his sweats along with his boxers and stroking his dick in her hand. “oh fuck.” he groaned.
y/n just smirked up at him before leaning forward and kitty licking his tip. “that feel good, baby?” she purred. colson just nodded, his lower lip between his teeth as he stared down at the girl who’s he’s always been head over heels for. “good.” she smirked before taking him fully in her mouth. colson let out a throaty groan, his head falling back to rest against the wall in the hallway. he couldn’t believe this was actually happening, the girl of his dreams was sucking his dick in the hallway of the house he shared with his best friends. he could already feel himself getting close and he quickly pulled her up and looked at her in the eyes. “why’d you stop me?” she asked, innocently.
“because, i wanna cum inside you baby. let’s go.” he gently grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers and heading into his bedroom. he wasn’t going to fuck her in rook’s bed so he quickly made his way to his room. once they were finally in his room, y/n laid on his bed after he did and just stared at him. colson reached over and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, “so beautiful.” his lips kissed hers again as his tongue licked her lower lip almost like asking for permission. his hands slid over her sides and under the fabric of her pants.
at his compliment, y/n’s cheeks flushed a small shade of pink. “you flatter me so much.” she whispered before humming against his lips. once he licked her bottom lip, she opened it wide and moaned into the kiss as she felt his hands slide under her pants. colson’s tongue dominated hers for a few moments, pulling back he leaned in kissing her neck and letting his teeth nip at her skin gently. slipping her pants off her body, he grinned before pulling her on top of him. “i want my babygirl on my face.” he groaned looking up at her while his hands squeezed her breasts through her shirt, rubbing his thumb over her nipples.
when he called her his baby girl, y/n felt her heart skip a beat. she didn’t understand why she was feeling the way she was but god she loved it. y/n moaned into the kiss as his tongue dominated hers. when he slipped off her pants, she revealed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. at his words, she giggled before smirking. “as you wish, daddy.” she moaned softly as he rubbed her nipples through her shirt. she slowly made her way up to where she was hovering over the man’s face, biting her bottom lip and moaning as she finally felt his tongue. the second she said daddy, a smirk formed upon colson’s lips. “mm, you know huh baby girl?” he chucked darkly. “everybody knows about your daddy kink, daddy.” she smirked right back, looking at him with lust filled eyes. “you’re so fucking sexy and all mine, you hear me?” he growled before his tongue glided against her pussy slowly, he loved making her flinch as he teased her. his right hand slapped her ass hard then squeezed it. sucking down on her clit, his grip on her got tighter encouraging her to slowly grind against his tongue.
y/n flinched when she felt him tease her, she gripped his headboard and moaned as he smacked her ass hard. “fuck.” she soon started slowly gridding her hips against his tongue as she felt his grip tighter around her, “fuuuck, daddy.” the girl whimpered. as she moaned, her mind couldn’t help but think about the fact he said she was all his. but that thought soon left her mind as colson’s hand smacked her other ass cheek hearing her moan. his thumb slowly found its way to her clit as his tongue slid inside her, colson was determined to make her cum but only when he wanted. he could feel by her legs shaking she was close, he suddenly stopped, “gonna squirt for daddy?” he asked raising an eyebrow. his tongue glided against her, while his eyes locked with hers.
y/n let out another moan as she nodded her head, “y-yes, colson.” she whimpered when he stopped moving. “that’s not my name, slut.” he growled once again, his hand finding it’s way up to her throat. he squeezed slightly, causing her gasp as she wasn’t expecting that. “what’s my name?” colson looked at her with dark, lust full eyes. “d-daddy..” she moaned out. “good girl.” a smirk formed against his lips before he smacked her ass again, “fuck, i love this ass.” he bit his bottom lip before kissing her inner thighs, he went right back at it. licking, sucking, slurping; he was going fucking wild and he knew she was close. her legs were shaking and just as she was about to orgasm, colson pulled away and a growl left the girl’s lips. before she could even object, she was on her back and he was between her legs. she instantly grabbed his hands and laced their fingers as they locked eyes. “fuuuuck, yes daddy. i’m gonna… i’m gonna..” and she ended up squirting all over his tongue, squeezing his fingers. colson let a smile form on his face watching her unfold, “that didn’t take long.” he said grinning, licking her clean. leaning up he moved forward lining himself up with her entrance, leaning down he left a sloppy kiss on her lips as he slid inside her. colson went deep inside of y/n as he thrusted, his one hand held tightly against her hip and the other found its way around her throat his fingers closing around her tightly.
y/n blushed, covering her face. “stop. it’s been awhile since i’ve had any type of sex and fuck this is going to make your ego huge but that was the best head i’ve ever gotten.” she admitted before kissing him back for that moment, when he leaned down and left a sloppy kiss against her lips. as he thrusted deep, y/n let out a pleasurable moan before it was cut off when he wrapped his fingers around her throat. she could barely breathe and she absolutely loved it, she loved the fact she was seeing this side of colson. she knew he was a freak in bed and god was she glad she was finally able to experience it. colson’s thrusts got faster and harder as he went down on her. “fuck baby..” he moaned looking down at her, his fingers putting a bit more pressure against her throat. “so fucking wet for daddy.” he said feeling his cock getting more wet. y/n was trying to moan, but she couldn’t so all she could do was reach her hands up to claw at his back. the girl was beyond soaked and the sound of their skin slapping together was causing her to become even more wet. releasing his grip colson slid out of her before flipping to her stomach, pulling her up by her hair he rammed inside of her. slapping y/n’s ass he smiled as he watched the handprint form. “you daddy’s little slut?” he growled in her ear as he gripped her throat again using his arm to hold them up as he fucked her.
y/n let out a breath once he released his grip from her throat. she whimpered when he pulled out but let a giggle escape her lips when he flipped her over so she was on her stomach. once he slammed into her, y/n let out a pleasurable moan. as he smacked her ass, she hissed as it stung but god she loved it. “yes daddy. i’m your little slut.” the girl moaned out as she gripped the sheets of his bed as he fucked her. each time colson rammed into her he watched her ass shake and it made him grin. he loved every inch of her but her ass was his weakness. gripping her shoulder, he pulled her back against him as he went forward. “good girl, i guess i need to fuck you harder since you’re not loud enough for me.” he groaned as he gripped her hips with his hands and moved faster inside of her. as he slammed into her, y/n squealed out moans as he went quicker and harder. “fuck, daddy! don’t stop!” she screamed out, his headboard hitting the wall since he was fucking her so hard. colson let out a few low groans, hearing her words he did just that, he didn’t stop. he had a goal to make her cum a few times before he did, seeing her turned on was what got him off. “i want you to ride the fuck out of me babygirl.” he whispered in her ear before sliding out to lay on his back, pulling her over him he lined her up then pushed her down onto him, “fuuuck, such a tight pussy baby.”
y/n was a moaning mess at this point, she was beyond soaked and loved the feeling of his dick slamming into her. when he stopped before she could cum, she growled before he spoke. “yes, daddy.” she simply said, resting her freshly manicured nails on his chest as he pushed her down on his cock. “such a big dick, daddy.” she whimpered, leaning her head back as she started bouncing on him quickly. colson pinched her nipples between his fingers watching her movements. “mmm, yes baby, just like that.” he groaned not taking his eyes off her. his lower lip fell between his teeth as he bucked his hips a few times as she came down on him. y/n moaned as he pinched her nipples, she gritted her teeth as she turned her attention to him. “fuck, daddy. I love the feeling of your cock deep inside my pussy.” she moaned, digging her nails into his chest. “fuuuck, i’m gonna cum.” she leaned her head back, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. colson watched her cum as he smiled, “don’t stop baby.” he demanded as he gripped her hips to hold her down. his hand free hand reached up and gripped her throat tight as he felt himself reaching the edge. he felt himself finish inside her and his head fell back against the pillows. y/n moaned loudly as she came, her nails dug deeper into his chest as he held her hips down. the girl kept bouncing at his words, she leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. “fuck daddy, you gonna cum hmm? you gonna cum for your slut?” she purred seductively as she kept her pace fast. once he filled her up, she let out a soft moan before getting off him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “that was-“ she started before colson finished her sentence. “fucking perfect.” he let out a breathless chuckle.
“i can’t believe you’ve been in love with me all these years.” y/n spoke quietly, rolling on her side as she traced circles on his bare chest. “i couldn’t help but fall in love with you, baby girl. you’re so fucking perfect.” the older male leaned forward and captured her lips in a passionate kiss before resting his forehead against hers. “what now?” she whispered. “that is entirely up to you. you know my feelings, y/n. what are yours?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and gently caressing her back with his fingertips. so many emotions were running through her mind. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have any feelings for colson, there was always something there but she just never wanted to admit it in case he didn’t feel the same way and not to mention she had no idea how rook feel. “rook, colson. what is he gonna think?” y/n bit her bottom lip. as if on que, they heard the front door open and a very loud rook coming down the hall. “what the-“ y/n was cut off as she sat straight up in her covering her chest with the sheet as colson got up.
“y/n?! colson?! we need to-“ rook got cut off as he walked into his colson’s room and shook his head. “rookie, what are you doing here?” she asked, biting her bottom lip as she stared at her best friend. “well, my dumb ass forgot to grab my wallet so i went back to the car to grab my phone to call colson and i saw i had a voicemail from him and well…. i heard everything.” y/n’s face went completely sheet white, as if she saw a ghost. “w-what?!” she asked, completely horrified her best friend heard her fucking the guy he considered to be his brother. “my ears will never stop bleeding. your daddy kink is alive and thriving.” rook turned to look at his older ‘brother’ who just had a smirk on his face. “don’t act like you ain’t got one too, rookie.” colson laughed before crawling back in bed with y/n. “honestly? i love this. my puffin and my annoying ass best friend are dating and getting along. thank god.” rook chuckled, “we aren’t-“ colson started, but y/n caught him off. “i love it too, rookie.” she smiled brightly which caused a wide smile to form upon colson’s lips. “god, i love you.” the older male sighed before pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. with that, rook took that as his que to leave. who knew him leaving to go run some errands would cause his two favorite people to become a item but he wasn’t mad.
“so.. does this mean you’re gonna eat me out now every night?” y/n smirked before giggling.
“now that you’re my girl? absolutely.” colson chuckled before smirking right back. “you ready for round two, baby?”
“absolutely, daddy.”
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Worry
STRAY KIDS Extra Member AU
Summary: [Requested] The stress from all that’s happened became too much, and Ollie passes out.
Warnings: slight swearing, slight mentions of past abuse
Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @giant-puppy-yunho @kimonmars @soobinssmile
A/N: This came out much longer than I had planned, but whatever. This was also supposed to be a birthday post, but it’s barely mentioned. And this was supposed to be angst, but I’m not the best at writing angst, so I don’t know if this meets the requirements. Hopefully you all like it though!
Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.
Ollie walked into the kitchen to look for something to eat. She already had it planned that she was going to refill her coffee, but she wanted, or more like needed, to eat something. She was pretty sure the last time she ate was breakfast yesterday, and it was now late afternoon.
Ollie wasn’t the type to skip meals, but recently she hadn’t been that hungry. She was actually frustrated with herself because she had no reason not to feel hungry. It was all over.
JYP had pressed charges against Jisoo, a restraining order was made, she was healing properly, (Though migraines were becoming a new norm), and yet nothing seemed appetizing. Her stomach churned whenever she even thought of eating. She didn’t even want to think about all the food that the boys would prepare for her birthday tomorrow.
So she was going to force something down her throat whether she liked it or not. Except, she didn’t know what to eat, and coffee was the only thing that seemed remotely good at the moment.
She looked through the cabinets and just decided on a cup of ramen, not wanting to go full out on a meal and then throw it away later. Filling the cup with water, she placed it in the microwave. As she waited for it to be done, she moved around the kitchen, cleaning dirty plates, throwing out old food, and just organizing anything out of place. (Cleaning was one way to relieve stress.)
A slight throbbing made itself present in her chest as she moved a big bag of rice to another corner of the kitchen. She grumbled in frustration, at the fact that something as simple as that was hard for her to do now. Ollie had always lived a fit life, proud of how much she could bench and endure, but with these injuries, she could barely do anything without feeling pain, and then one of the boys coming in to help her.
She groaned as not only the pain in her chest flared, but another migraine was surfacing. Ollie screwed her eyes shut, hands on her knees, and waited for the pain to pass.
After a few seconds it lessened, but it was still there. Opening her eyes, she had to brace herself against the counter as she felt everything spin. (Yeah that definitely wasn’t good.)
“Olls, what are you doing?” Ollie opened her eyes at the English (She was pretty sure it was English.) Looking up she saw Chan standing a few feet away. Quickly, she stood up and smiled at him, ignoring the throbbing and the spinning.
“Oh I was cleaning a bit, while I waited for my food,” Ollie answered, pointing at the microwave that still had a few seconds left.
Chan furrowed his eyebrows, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Ollie could feel the annoyance coming off him in waves. “We can clean. I already told you that. You’re supposed to be resting,” he said, switching back to Korean.
Ollie rolled her eyes, moving over to grab her ramen as the microwave went off. “It’s fine. I wasn’t doing much,” Ollie said, trying to hide her own annoyance. This was why she hated being injured. She hated pity and always needing help.
“No. It’s not,” Chan ground out. Ollie turned to look at him, eyebrow raised at his tone. She was met with a now angry looking Chan, arms folded over his chest.
“Excuse me?” Ollie asked, crossing her own arms. She was too tired for this shit. “I’m not liking that tone.”
“Well as your leader I can use it, seeing as you blatantly go against my wishes to just stay on the couch and heal,” he said, voice never wavering. Ollie could tell that it was the stress talking, but she was starting to lose her patience.
“I understand that you’re my leader, but you’re also my dongsaeng. So I need you to lose that attitude,” Ollie said in a low and even voice. She watched as Chan seemed to hesitate a bit, and waited for him to say something else. When he didn’t, she turned back to her ramen.
“I just wish you’d actually tried to relax and heal. Why is it so hard for you to let us help you?” he said, starting off soft, but his voice raised in frustration.
Ollie let out a breath, hands holding onto the counter. She tried counting to ten, but honestly, she just didn’t care anymore. “Because!” she raised her voice, whipping around to face him, “Because your ‘wishes’ involve me sitting in bed or on that damn couch for hours on end while you all go about your day. Do you know how frustrating that is?!” Ollie shouted. She watched Chan take a step back in surprise. Ollie rarely got angry.
“Chan, I’m fine, okay? I’m healing fine. The whole stalker thing is over. I want things to go back to normal. And for me, that’s cleaning, that’s being able to go out with you guys, but you, none of you, will let me!” Ollie’s chest was rising and falling heavily. She had her fist closed tight as she tried to calm herself. The spinning was getting worse.
“I’m not some porcelain doll. I can take care of myself. Please,” she whispered the last part, eyes glued to the ground. Her eyes were beginning to water. She just wanted things to go back to how they were.
“What’s going on?” Ollie looked up to see Minho walking into the kitchen with the rest of the boys trailing in from different parts of the dorm. She wasn’t surprised to see them, seeing as she and Chan (Mostly her) were having a shouting match.
“Nothing,” she snapped, turning back to her food. She immediately regretted it. This was turning into a shit show, and she was to blame.
She heard Chan left out a sigh. “Listen, I’m sorry. I have no idea what you’ve been through or what you’re going through now, but I’m just worried. We’re worried. What happened to you was scary and we couldn’t do anything about it,” he said, and Ollie could tell that he was trying to calm himself.
He began to talk again, but it sounded muffled. Like she was under water. The spinning was getting worse, and the light throbbing in her head, spiked up, sending her vision completely white. Suddenly, breathing became harder to do. Her breaths were short and shallow, and coming too fast.
Ollie could hear someone calling out to her, but she didn’t know who. Though it didn’t matter, as she felt her knees buckle and then everything went black.
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Ollie groaned as she opened her eyes. She squinted at the blinding white lights that only ever meant one thing. She was in the hospital.
“Shit,” she grumbled, her voice hoarse.
“Noona?” Ollie slowly turned, her head still throbbing, but less than before, and saw Jisung standing by her bed. He looked worried, and Ollie hated it. She hated that she was the reason.
“I’m fine, Sungie,” Ollie said, holding her hand out. Jisung wasted no time in grabbing it.
“You scared us,” he said, sounding like he was trying to hold back his tears.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Ollie once again, wished that this would all be over. Jisung ducked his head, squeezing her hand, as tears dropped and landed on it.
She looked away, her heart clenching with each of his sniffles. That’s when she noticed that it wasn’t just them two in the room. Chan stood off in the corner, seemingly avoiding Ollie’s gaze.
“Hey, Ji? Could I get some time with Channie?” Ollie asked looking at Jisung then back at Chan who had looked up at the question.
Jisung nodded, wiping his tears. He placed a kiss on her head then started to walk away. He stopped by Chan. “I swear if you start something again, I don’t care if you’re older and my leader,” he threatened. Chan lowered his eyes.
“Han Jisung!” Ollie called out. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at him. “Go,” she said, pointing at the door. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to be mad at Chan. It was Ollie’s fault anyway. She needed to get over herself and actually listen to him.
Jisung left the room, and Ollie patted a spot next to her thigh. Chan didn’t move, he just stared at the spot. “Seriously? Just get your ass over here,” she said, patting the spot again, but a bit harder this time.
Chan moved an inch, then stopped, but finally walked over. His movements were slow and cautious, like any sudden movement might set her off. She rolled her eyes at him.
The raven haired girl sat up herself, wincing a bit at the pain in both her head and chest, and placed another pillow behind her to give her support. Chan sat down, hands folded in his lap. Ollie thought that he looked like a little kid about to be scolded by his teacher.
“I’m sorry, Chan,” Ollie said when she saw that he wasn’t going to speak up.
The leader looked up, eyes wide. “What? No! Why the hell would you be apologizing? I was the one who-” Chan began to protest, but Ollie covered his mouth with her hand.
“I swear to whatever gods are listening, I’ll kill if you say that you’re the reason I’m in here,” Ollie glared at him. He looked at her eyes wide with fear. She slowly removed her hand. “Now let's try this again, but without you blaming yourself.” Ollie sat back, folding her arms over her chest.
“So what, are you taking the blame?” he asked her, almost challenging.
“Well I mean, yeah,” Ollie said, turning her head to face the window. The moon was out, but that was all she could see, as Seoul’s nightlife was beginning.
“Yeah, no. That’s not how this works. You’re not taking the blame. I- I yelled at you. I- That’s not what a leader should do. Olls, when you dropped, God, so did my heart,” Chan said, words spilling. He moved his hands around as he spoke, running them through his hair and tugging.
Ollie watched as her leader showed a part of him that many rarely saw. The stress of the comeback, of preparing an album, of checking in on all the members, and then Ollie being the special case that she was, took up a whole portion of his worry just for herself. He was breaking at the seams.
“No. Stop that,” Chan said, pointing at Ollie.
Ollie looked at him, confused. “Stop what?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
“You’re blaming yourself again. For this. For-for everything. Ollie, none of what happened is your fault. My stress, and yes I know you know about my stress levels, are normal for someone in my position. It's my job as leader to look after and worry about my members. My family,” Chan said, he looked up at Ollie, who had been watching him. He reached for her hands and held them.
“I’m the eldest, though. I’m supposed to be the one you lean on,” Ollie whispered, looking at their laced hands.
“We’re supposed to lean on each other, Noona. We’re a team,” Chan said.
“I know. And I know that you’re doing what’s right, but Channie, you need to know that some people can’t be coddled. I can def be cuddled, but not coddled. Okay?” Ollie smiled when she saw a small smile appear on his lips.
“I know. It’s just as a leader, I felt helpless with everything that happened, so I guess I wanted to make up for it by making sure that you were- I don’t know.” His shoulders sagged.
“Safe? Chan I trust you and the boys to keep me safe. And yeah, maybe I could do a better job at taking care of myself. I probably shouldn’t have moved that bag of rice,” Ollie shrugged and Chan rolled his eyes at her as if to say ‘Oh, really, now?’ “Shut up,” Ollie chuckled, “But I’ve been going stir crazy, okay? I needed to do something, seeing as no one would let me leave the dorms.”
“Okay, so I guess keeping you under house arrest wasn’t the best move,” Chan chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
“Yeah, maybe,” Ollie said, scrunching her nose and laughing.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt anymore.”
Ollie smiled at him, holding her arms open. Chan seemed hesitant as he began to move, but he found himself in Ollie’s arms, his head tucked under her chin.
“I promise to be careful, okay? And I’ll come to you. Always,” Ollie said, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.
“I promise not to be so controlling,” Chan said, squeezing her hand.
“Deal,” Ollie said, chuckling.
“So what’s my diagnosis?” Ollie asked, after a beat of silence.
“You smacked your head when you dropped. Luckily, it wasn’t hard enough to affect your concussion, but the doctors want to keep you overnight just in case,” Chan said, and Ollie nodded. She figured as much, seeing as her head was still throbbing.
“Also the stress and lack of sleep and food, is what caused you to pass out. Now I know you’re not one to skip meals, so I’m guessing that had to do with the stress, but the boys and I will be making sure you eat properly,” he continued. Ollie stayed quiet. She hated this idea, but knew that it would help, at least until she could actually muster up an appetite.
“Thank you,” she whispered, snuggling into his hair. He hummed and closed his eyes, burying his face into her side. The two fell into a comfortable silence, then after a few minutes Chan spoke up again.
“Happy birthday, Ollie.” Said girl looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was midnight. It was now her birthday.
She chuckled. “How do you always manage to be the first one to wish me happy birthday each year, Chris?” Ollie felt him shrug, as he laughed. “Thank you,” she said, tightening her hold on him.
Ollie’s Masterlist
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Ateez reacting to their s/o passing out because of a diet (1/2)
❦ Genre: Fluff.
❦ Pairing: OT8.
❦ Word count: 2k5.
❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋
❦ Masterlist.
Part 2
HONGJOONG
Your boyfriend Hongjoong was humming the lyrics that he was creating. As always, he went to your apartment to work. Since you were dating, he stopped to work alone at the studio. He always said that your presence gave him inspiration and that he felt more happier near you.
While he was composing, you were cooking the dinner and settling the table. You were slower than usual.
Your head was spinning, and your knees were shaking.
Before passing out pathetically here, you drank a long glass of water.
“I think I’m almost done,” shouted Hongjoong happily from the living-room.
You shook your head, “O-Oh really? It’s great babe.”
“This album will be our best one!” he smiled.
You settled plates on the table, but your dizziness was increasing. All of your apartment was turning around you.
“Do you want to hear it? I’m pretty sure you will like ‘Dazzling Light’.” He asked still focused on his laptop.
“L-Let me finish that first,” you said weakly tugging on the door frame.
“Sure, take your time. I will send it at Eden-Sunbaenim.” He said proudly.
As you were trying to reach a glass on the cupboard you fell on your knees.
“Babe? Are you okay?” asked Hongjoong from the next room.
“Y-Yes. I dropped something,” you lied.
He would freak out if he knew that you were dizzy. And he would force you to go at the hospital and that’s the last thing you wanted was to stay in a bed just because of a stupid diet.
You took a deep breath and went back to the living-room, acting like everything was fine.
“I hope Eden-Sunbaenim will like it,” sighed your boyfriend.
“For sure, he will like…”
Hongjoong stared at you when he saw that you were tugging dangerously near the table corner.
“Babe? Are you sure everything’s okay?” he pulled down his laptop on the couch.
“Y-“ you started to say but your dizziness won and you fell miserably on the floor.
“Y/N!” yelled Hongjoong, rushing to you.
The last thing you remembered was your boyfriend calling the emergency. Sadly, that’s the last thing you wanted.
When you woke up, you couldn’t remember anything, but you were glad to be in your bed.
You stood up weakly and looked around you. Hongjoong was sleeping next to you but he opened his eyes when he felt you moving.
“Y/N?” he asked with his sleepy voice. “Are you okay?”
You fell down, staring at him, “yes, thank you.”
He smiled but asked “why you haven’t told me that you were sick?”
“I’m not sick… I’m just dieting.” You confessed.
“What? Why?” He sat up.
You sighed; you know that he would never approve this.
“Jiyu said that I gained weight… and that I need to be more careful because I’m dating an idol. So I’m trying to-“
“What? Screw Jiyu!” cursed Hongjoong. “She’s jealous because you are already beautiful!”
You smiled, “Joong-“
“Don’t keep dieting, you are the prettiest girl on this earth. Don’t change anything!” he held your hand.
“But-“
“No but!” he cut you straight. “You. Are. Perfect.”
You smiled, “thank you Joong-ie.”
He kissed your hand softly, “do you want to eat something?”
“I’m craving for a burger right now.” You rubbed your belly.
“Let me order one for you.” He rushed to the kitchen to grab the fast food prospectus, but he stopped at the door frame and looked right at you.
“What?” you asked.
“Please stop this diet. You are really perfect the way you are okay?”
You nodded, “okay I will stop.”
He smiled and disappeared in the kitchen. Lucky you, Hongjoong was in your life.
SEONGHWA
Your boyfriend come at your apartment after his schedule. He promised to spend the weekend with you since he was busy these last days.
When he came, he brought you a dozen of red roses and a chocolate box. Your favorite.
“It’s not the Valentine day,” you smiled, glancing at the calendar next to you.
He kissed your cheeks, “there’s no special day to show how much I love you.”
You giggled, “then thank you. That’s adorable.”
“That’s your favorite chocolate so feel free to eat it like an ogre.” He mocked you.
You freaked out. Seonghwa was ignoring that you were on a diet for 2 weeks. Your weight was obsessing you and dating a handsome boy like your boyfriend made it worse. And if he knew that you were on a diet, he would scold you for an eternity.
“I’m not an ogre but I won’t eat it now. I-I just brushed my teeth.” You lied.
“Oh, okay. It can last for a week so no rush.”
You nodded.
After that, you played a good movie and cuddled your boyfriend. You were surprise to see that he didn’t say anything when your belly growled. You were craving so bad and it was impossible for you to eat.
At the end of the movie, none of you wanted to move; too comfy in the couch.
“We should go sleep. It’s pretty late.” Said Seonghwa, looking at his phone.
“Too laaaazy….” You whined.
“Come on… you just need to walk to your bed.”
“No, I need to do my skincare routine too…” you yawned.
He raised a brow, “why you haven’t done it when you brushed your teeth?”
You gulped; he was smart.
“Too lazy and you knocked 2 seconds after I finished to brush my teeth!” you bit your lips, nervous.
He hummed and stood up. “Hurry up then before I sleep without you.”
You sighed when you saw him leaving the room. You had no choice to do your skincare now.
When you stood up, your head was spinning. You blinked few times to adjust your vision.
“I stood up too fast…” you whispered.
When everything went fine again, you went to your bathroom. But the dizziness came back. You grabbed the sink, too scared to fall but in vain.
Your body slid weakly against the counter.
“Hurry up!” Shouted Seonghwa from the bedroom. “I can’t keep the bed warm for both of us!”
You wanted to stand up but when you tried, your hand slid, making fall your skin care products.
This time, you didn’t try to do anything. You just fainted here on the cold floor of your bathroom.
5 minutes later, Seonghwa sat up on the bed. “Are you done? I’m falling asleep babe.”
No answer from you. He raised a brow and called you again.
Still nothing.
He could see the light from the bathroom so it means that you hadn’t closed the door and that you could hear him well.
“Y/N?” he repeated.
Something was wrong. He got up and rushed to the bathroom. His heart stopped when he saw you laying on the floor.
“Babe!” he kneeled next to you and made sure that you were still breathing.
But you were not answering.
The wet sensation on your forehead and the cold contact on your skin may have wake you up.
You opened your eyes weakly. You saw Seonghwa with a worried look hover you.
“What happened?” you asked.
“I don’t know! I was falling asleep and you weren’t replying to me. So, I came here, and I found you like that.” He summarized.
“Oh…”
“Oh? That’s what you only have to say?” he scolded you. “Are you sick?”
“No…I’m just on diet. Seems like I didn’t eat enough.” You confessed, rubbing your belly.
“Why are you dieting?”
You sighed, he would be mad, but you can’t worry him more.
“I felt like an ugly witch next to you. You are so handsome…”
“Y/N… we talked about that already… you are the most beautiful girl ever. You don’t need to have any insecurities. You are stunning.”
“Easy to tell but to do…”
He held your hand, staring right at you.
“I fell in love with you because you are beautiful inside and outside. The last thing I want is that you change because of me.” He confessed.
More he was talking, more you felt pathetic.
He was right.
You nodded, “thank you. That’s what I needed to hear.”
He kissed you softly, rubbing your cheek.
He was always so nice and gentle to you.
“Let’s go eat your chocolate. You need energy.” He said, kissing your forehead.
How you ended being so lucky to have him?
YUNHO
It was a normal Saturday morning. You were in your boyfriend’s arms. You were awake in the last 30 minutes, but too comfy to move.
Plus, you felt like you had 0 energy. Even turning on the other side was impossible.
You knew that it was because of your diet and the intense work out session you made yesterday.
You knew that you would need to eat and gain strength, but you couldn’t do it.
That’s why you faked to sleep when Yunho’s alarm rang.
He stretched and you felt him stare at you, but you stayed still. He brushed your hair out of your face and woke up.
Few minutes later, you tried to sit up, but you didn’t get enough energy. You just laid back.
“I’ll wait I guess…” you whispered.
You stared at the ceiling, there were weird forms on it, surely because of your dizziness.
All your senses were on also. You could hear Yunho struggling with the microwave, as always. There was a toast scent too, that was probably burning though. You closed your eyes to reduce the spinning, but you fell asleep.
“Y/N…”
You were lost in your dream, but this voice was cutting it off.
“Y/N…”
You hummed and opened one eyes, “Yunho?”
He smiled, “are you sleeping beauty? You are sleeping since a long time now.”
“Really? What time is it?” you yawned.
“1 pm,” he replied.
You sat up instantly, “what?! I slept that long?”
You remembered the reason of your accidental nap.
You tugged on Yunho, who was crouching next to you.
“Wow, are you okay?” he asked, worried.
“Yes. I just lost my balance,” you lied.
“Should we eat at the restaurant?” he offered to change your mind.
“Sure, that’s a good idea.” You smiled.
“Go take a shower, I’ll wait for you.”
You sighed and took all of your strength to get up.
But your body absolutely lost it at your first step.
Yunho heard a loud noise behind him.
“Did you knock your knee-“ he began, laughing.
He froze when he saw you on the floor.
“Y/N?” he called you, shaking you a little bit.
“Eh Y/N!” he repeated louder. “What’s happening?”
He carried you on the bed, rushing to the kitchen to take a bottle of water and sugar.
He gave you a little bit of water. When you reacted a little bit, he sighed of relief.
“Eat a little bit of sugar,” ordered Yunho.
“That’s disgusting,” you said weakly.
“Eat this Y/N,” he said seriously.
You rolled your eyes and ate the piece of sugar.
“When was the last time that you ate?”
“Yesterday…” you said shyly.
“Yesterday? At dinner?”
“Breakfast…” you bit your lip.
“Y/N! I told you to stop this diet! You don’t need it.” He sighed.
“Easy to say when you are perfect,” you grunted.
“Stop dieting! Work out should be enough.”
He flickered your forehead.
“Ouch Yunho”
“I’ll do it for every meal you missed.”
“Okay okay… I’ll eat.”
“Thank you! And don’t forget that you are perfect.”
“And what if I gain weight?” you asked.
“Then it’s more of you to love!” he tickled your waist.
He knew exactly what to say to comfort you or reduce your insecurities.
YEOSANG
You were waiting Yeosang in front of the amusement park entrance. It was a bit cold, but you knew he would be there in few minutes. Your body was shaking more than usual. You knew that it was because of your diet that you started 2 weeks ago.
You felt really insecure these days because of your co-worker’s comment.
She wasn’t your friend or someone with who you will hang out after work, but it made you insecure.
“Y/N? Sorry sweetheart, I’m late.” Said Yeosang grabbing you by the waist.
“It’s fine. You kissed him softly, “how are you?”
“Pretty fine! Like every time I see your baby face,” he smiled.
You blushed. It’s been 2 years that you are dating, but you can’t stop being shy every time he’s cute with you.
“Are you okay? You look tired?” asked your boyfriend, putting his forehead against yours to see if you got fever.
“I’m fine,” you giggled at his ministration.
“If you say. Then we should go!” he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside.
“We need to start with the big rollercoaster over there!” he said excited.
You gulped, thinking that you will faint inside because of your diet. But you nodded in approval.
He held your hand tightly. You knew that he hadn’t believed you when you said that you were fine, but he didn’t want to insist.
More you got into the park, more you felt dizzier.
You were surrounded by people, bumping into few of them accidentally. The sweet smell wasn’t helping too. It was incredibly cold, but you were sweating like a summer day.
“We are almost there!” he said, pointing at the big rollercoaster.
You simply hummed, not getting the strength to answer properly.
How could you manage to fake that you are fine the whole day? It’s been 15 minutes and you are already in a bad condition.
“Oh. As expected, there’s a queue.” Said Yeosang.
You sighed; your legs were shaking; you couldn’t stay up for too long.
That’s at his moment that everything went down.
The smell, the noise the loud music and the hotness won over you.
“Yeos-“ you tried to ask him for help before passing out on the floor.
“Y/N!”
When you woke up, you were in Yeosang’s bed.
Everything was dark but you recognize your boyfriend’s bedroom.
You sat down and rubbed the spot next to you, to see if he was sleep but it was empty and cold.
“Yeosang?” you called him weakly.
He got in the room instantly, turning on the light, causing you to blink and growl at this sudden illumination.
“Y/N, are you okay?” he sat down on the edge of the bed.
You nodded, “what time is it?”
He glanced at his phone, “7pm.”
“What?” you facepalmed, “I ruined our day…”
He held your hands, “no! it’s not your fault.”
“It is… I’m on a diet since few days and I didn’t eat that well,” you confessed.
Yeosang raised a brow, “on a diet? Why?”
You explained him the whole story with your co-worker and how you felt pressured to date an idol. He became furious when he knew the cause of this diet.
“Y/N! Do not listen them! You are smart enough to see that you are perfect the way you are, and you don’t need to look like someone you are not!” he scolded you.
“I’m just insecure sometimes,” you wiped a tear sliding on your cheek.
Yeosang calmed down instantly being sorry.
He sat behind you to hug you tightly.
“You are perfect the way you are. No one could change this. Except you if you really want to change something. But that will be your and only decision.”
You crawled in his embrace, being grateful to have him in your life.
“Thank you Yeosang.”
Part 2
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