#1282 words

[demonslayedher]

If Shinobu was affected by a demonic blood art where he was forced to say what he thinks for days, (even if the demon is already dead), even in writing, that so much time it took to realize this effect and be buried in a room until Will you pass? Will it be forced to continue with its work? How much will avoid Tomioka to avoid saying things like "I think you're nice" "I consider you my best friend", etc?

“Aoi, sit down for once and let Kanao make dinner. She’ll follow instructions.”

“Uhh—err… yes, Shinobu-sama…”

Shinobu gave her a sweet smile and then continued down the hall, with no awareness of what words had spilled out her mouth. The Demon’s Blood Technique had a odd way of altering one’s self-perception, and with the demon thoroughly dead, Shinobu had no reason to suspect anything amiss. She went about her day as usual, using the morning to check on her patients before wrapping up her notes and feeding her fish and settling down for a midday nap. “Let’s see. Zenitsu-kun, still in bed, I see?”

“Hello, Shinobu-san! You’re as pretty a sight as ever!”

“You’re not flattering anyone. Is this leftover medicine? You really make me wonder if I should be bothering to concoct all of this for you. Make sure you get lots of sunshine!”

When she left room, she did not notice the whimper behind her that said, “Pillars are scary.”

The others were busy in Functional Recovery Training, which Shinobu observed momentarily. They were playing tag, or at least some half-way version. “You’re looking pathetic!” she cheered, then went to her office to write some notes for the day. She wanted to make a record of the battle against the demon with an unusual knack for striking discord among the Corp members present.

I found it odd when I came across the lot of them arguing, she wrote, some of them were in tears. But there were also those two who were laughing and embracing each other. I always thought they’d make a good couple, but the battle was an inappropriate place for public displays of affection. They both looked like bad kissers anyway. Finding none of them helpful in the moment, I faced the demon on my own, and was hit with a cloud of pink smoke. It made me cough, but I didn’t notice anything off. I was my usual self as I asked it how many humans it has killed, but it was all a taunt because I meant to kill it mercilessly in the first place. Making friends with demons is stupid and got Neesan killed—

Her hand flinched as she felt herself referring to Kanae, who had nothing to do with the previous night’s battle. Was she so tired, to have found herself drifting to senselessness in her writing? She didn’t feel unwell, so it was strange to catch herself being so—

“Bad kissers? Did I write this?” held her diary to her face and exclaimed. Furrowing her brow, she reread the passage. The writing sounded like her, but it also distinctly did not sound like her. As she reflected on the battle, however, the truth of her situation dawned on her, and she felt herself go pale.

Neesan… this is big trouble.

--

“Kanao. I need to stay in my office. Don’t let anyone bother me.”

“Yes, Shihan.”

“It’s a good thing you follow directions so well without prying.”

“Yes, Shihan.”

“I wish you wouldn’t need directions all the time, though.”

“…?”

“Glad to know I can depend on you! Only bother me if it’s an emergency.”

“…”

Although this gave Shinobu space to test her blood samples for some clue of how to break the demon’s spell, Kanao was later asked to help with dinner, and a flip of a coin later, she left her guard post. The fact that the door had been guarded in the first place made Kiyo, Naho, and Sumi terribly upset, and they bravely decided to knock on Shinobu’s door.

When the knocking didn’t subside, Shinobu took a Breath to compose herself and answered it, and she was startled to find three teary-eyed little girls with a tray of tea and cookies. “We thought you might not be feeling well… it’s herbal tea… we hope it helps… we used our allowance to buy cookies… we hope you like them…”

Shinobu accepted the tray, all the while staring into the three teary-eyed faces. “You’re all the sweetest, most angelic creatures I’ve ever been blessed with encountering, and if anything ever happens to you, I will set fire to all my poisons before I inject that wretched thing with every last ounce of my wrath.”

“Ah… okay… enjoy the cookies.”

Shinobu very carefully and truthfully explained to her crow that she was not in proper condition for demon slaying that night, and that she required the night off. En, her crow, seemed insulted that Shinobu was talking in such short, simple statements as if to suggest the crow couldn’t understand otherwise, but a grouchy bird was a small price to pay. One night went by with no sign or whether or not Shinobu was cured, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get a second night off in a row. As a Pillar, she had to get a grip and face whatever was ahead. It wasn’t as if being truthful was ever going to hurt anyone.

“CAAAW! TONIGHT YOU HAVE A MISSION WITH THE WATER PILLAR!! CAAAAAAW!”

“En!! You planned this! I knew you were a vindictive bird!”

“CAAAW!” En flapped and replied, though in truth, the crow was too embarrassed to admit she did not understand the word ‘vindictive.’

It would be fine. Tomioka didn’t like to talk anyway. They hadn’t seen each other since the Pillar Meeting, and hadn’t exchanged any words since Mt. Natagumo. Maybe a mission spent in silence would make repairing their relationship futile, but what relationship did they have in the first place? Despite all the missions they happened to go on together, Tomioka never made any effort to be friendly. Why should she keep bothering to be friendly back?

She meant to only say hello, but the words out her mouth were, “It makes me sad that you never talk to me.”

Giyuu froze in place. Shinobu still could not hear her own words, so his face was her only indication that she had said what she truly thought of him. What hurtful thing might she had said, she wondered?

He replied, “I’m sorry. If I had explained myself better, I wouldn’t had gotten Tanjiro into that mess.”

“Not to mention the mess you got us in, I could had plucked your eye out like a lollipop.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and turned red, bowing his head. “My apologies.”

“I wouldn’t had wanted to see you get hurt, Tomioka-san. Besides being someone who this Corp relies on, you’re among the Pillars who I want to get along with most.”

Oh, now what had she said?

She had never seen such a hurt and sad look on his eyes, his eyes so big and wet like he might cry. Though she knew she’d only make it worse by opening her mouth again, she kept going.

“I think you’re very nice. I consider you my friend.”

“T…Thank you.”

“Hm?” she paused.

“I like it when you talk to me. I consider you my friend, too.”

“…Hmmm?”

He walked past her and continued forward in his usual manner of ending their short dialogues. “The demon’s this way.”

Shinobu was left to wonder if that was the demon’s plan all along. Did that demon want episodes like this to happen, like those two Corp members among the ones arguing? It was too bad Shinobu had to get to work, for she wondered what she’d wind up writing if she could sit down with her diary at that moment. Before she caught that chance, the effects of the Blood Technique wore off, and a part of her wondered if she and that demon might ever had been friends. Friendship came in surprising places, after all.

[abdanisnotonfire]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Some time had passed since The Incident. Brooklyn didn't like to talk about it. Dan and Phil offered therapy to her multiple times, but she just didn't know if she was ready to talk about her life story yet. She had gone through a lot at this point, and addressing it in therapy would mean it's real.

"What did they say, anyway?" Jennie asked as her, Brooklyn, and Jennie's friend Harley walked down the school hallways. "They said 'Well, you have a show coming up, don't you? We should go!' it was pretty cut and dry. No hidden meanings." Brooklyn responded

Jennie stopped, and walked around to be standing in front of Brook. She planted her arms on both of Brooks shoulders and shook her a little. "It mean. They're coming!"

"Yes" Brook replied, deadpan

"That's exciting! Now everyone will know you have cool dads!" Harley chimed in, giving a thumbs up. "You two are the worst sometimes" Brooklyn stated, pushing her way past Jennie.

"You're the one acting like it's the end of the world. It's a play. You're running lights. It's not special." Harley added. Jennie shoved her to the side, barreling her towards a wall. "Hey!"

"Be supportive!" Jennie whisper-hushed. "I am!" Harley responded.

"You're both acting like children! This is why I don't want you to meet them! It's so embarrassing."

By this point, the three of them had made it across the first hallway, making their way outside towards the second building. "You're embarrassed you have famous dads? I would be reveling in that. I would make myself famous!" Jennie added, twirling around as she spoke.

"Well, I wouldn't want that" Harley added. "Exactly!" Brooklyn quipped.

Jennie frowned. "What! I'm being supportive in Brooklyn's efforts to not want to be famous. You told me to be supportive" Harley crossed her arms. 

"You're all idiots." A familiar female voice rang out. Something about it made Brooklyn's heart drop down into her chest. "You get adopted by celebrities, and then you do fuck all with it. You're literally a waste of space. Grow the hell up."

It was Amber.

"The hell do you want?" Brooklyn sneered, crossing her arms.

"Oh, like you're one to act all high and mighty. Escape free then act like some stuck up bitch. It makes sense, really." Amber tried to turn and walk away.

"Oh, shut the hell up. You literally slag around with hundreds of men and expect me to harbor your every secret." Harley spat out, taking a step forward. Amber spun her entire body around 360 and came up face to face with the blonde girl.

"You're lucky I don't beat you to the breaks little girl, I swear to GOD"

"Do it!" Harley bit back, spit flying out of her mouth as she did. Amber threw a punch towards the girl, and Brooklyn felt rage filling in the pit of her stomach. She barely knew Harley, but they were acquaintances. She sure as hell liked her more than she liked Amber right about now. "Who the hell do you think you are?" was all Brooklyn could manage out before pushing Amber off of her.

"You little bitch!" Amber replied, now directing her hate towards Brooklyn. She launched herself towards the brunette, grabbing at her hair. Brooklyn punched Amber in the sides before eventually grabbing Amber's hair in return.

"Were the hell are the teachers at?!" Jennie yelled out, looking around. "Hush up! You're going to get us all in trouble, you idiot!" Harley replied, wrapping a hand around Jennie's mouth. Harley turned to look towards Amber, who was trying to pull Brooklyn to the ground. 

"Alright, you little bitch. Enoughs enough. Grab Brook" Harley said, motioning her head towards Jennie. She launched herself towards Ambers head, pulling back as hard as she possible could. "Release!" She punched her a few times in the face. 

"Let go of me you little wanker!" Amber replied, turning to try to fight Harley

Before they knew it, a couple teachers came running up to the three of them, pulling them all apart. 

It wasn't long before they was sat in the principals office. All four of them. Everybody's parents had been called because of a fight, and Amber and Brooklyn were sat on opposite sides of a room with ice packs. 

Brooklyn had a black eye, but she was pretty sure Amber's nose was broken. That wasn't her fault. She shouldn't have attacked her. 

"Okay." The principal spoke, breaking the silence "When your parents get in here, I don't want to hear a single peep out of you." 

Six more people were ushered into the room, making it a hardy fourteen people in the room. The four girls, their two sets of parents, the principal, and the three teachers who tore the girls apart. "Okay. Today, it seems your girls got into a fight."

Brooklyn looked up towards Dan, who put his hand on her back. "It wasn't my fault!" Amber called out, grabbing onto her moms arms. "Quiet now, I've already told you." The principal replied, angrily pointing a finger.

"Don't you dare blame our daughter!" Amber's father called out, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Well, it definitely wasn't my daughter" Dan replied, an unfamiliar look on his face. He was angry. She thought she had seen him angry during The Incident, but she must have been wrong. Was he mad at her? It completely flew past Brook's head that Dan was referring to her as 'His Daughter'.

"Of course it was! Look at our daughter!" 

"That's enough!" The principal called out, angrily huffing afterwards. "We have security camera's. You're all going to be suspended. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, we'll be needing to speak with you."

Brooklyn could feel tears welling up in her eyes as Dan wrapped his arm around her. She stood up and grabbed her bag, walking out with Dan. 

"What happened, anyway?"

Brooklyn sighed, kicking her feet against the ground as she walked out the school. "She randomly started attacking my friends so I pushed her. Then she randomly attacked me. Well, I guess that one wasn't random."

Dan raised an eyebrow at her. "Randomly?"

"Yes! I swear! She walked up on us and called us idiots! We were talking about the play when she did. She was one of the girls I was in the adoption center with. I think she's just mad that I got out and left her behind. I don't know. I guess that isn't so random." Brooklyn sighed as she pushed the doors open, holding it open for a couple who was walking in. 

"Right. Well, we'll talk to Phil, obviously. You can't just show up with a black eye like that."

"I think I broke her nose. I feel bad about that"

Dan put his hand on Brooklyn's shoulder. "Listen. Sometimes you have to fight back. Obviously violence isn't the answer, but we're never going to be upset at you for defending yourself. I've gotten into my fair share of fights because of bullies, so I get it. 

Brooklyn nodded. At this point, they had reached the car and was climbing in by the time Dan finished his sentence. "Phil is probably mad"

"Phil was pissed when he got the call. At the fight, not you. I was probably the best person to be here, though."

"Yeah.."

The drive home was silent from there, but it didn't feel awkward. For once, Brooklyn felt at peace. When she got home, she had a talk with Phil, and continued to ice her eye. Things were going to get really weird from here on out, weren't they? 

[iunctura-arch]

i wrote one whole drabble to literally go, at the end, "tatsuki is going to go visit grampy for a week and definitely introduce him to her girlfriend".

why am i like this.

[superluver]

Together again | Gojo Satoru

wc: 1282

warnings: MAJOR SPOILER WARNING, SPOILERS FOR SHIBUYA INCIDENT ARC AND MANGA, Chapter 236, mentions of pregnancy(literally one word), FEM!Reader, Wife reader — NOT PROOFREAD

(I didnt put an exact warning because it would literallt give away what happened)

Pairing: Husband!GojoxWife!Reader

desc: You meet with Gojo after two long months

He doesn't remember much, just a blink and he was back as his high school self. A female, hand on her hip, a curious expression written all over her face. Staring at him, she tilted her head. “Satoru? What are you doing here?”

Satoru Gojo wants to laugh, like this was all some cruel joke.

Here you were, in front of him after not having seen your face(though younger) in almost 2 months since the incident in Shibuya— where you died.

He partially blamed himself. He watched you during your last moments, and selfishly, he’s grateful he didn’t actually see your death. His wife, his one and only. He smiles, and laughes as he pulls you in by your waist into a hug. “My boy did so good,” you whisper, allowing him to dig his head further into your torso as you giggle, your own fingers curling in his hair.

You smell exactly the same, like home. A home he never got to give you.

After he’s done being whiny, and well, a child, he pouts, throwing his head back.

“Aw man this is awful!” He shouts, and you laugh. The person he doesn't realize sitting beside him speaks up.

Suguru. His best friend, the one he had to kill, the one that would keep him up at night. The one that—

“Guess you were wrong.” you giggle, and Suguru stares at the two of you like you were keeping a secret joke from him.

You point at him mischievously, “He was all like, when you die you die alone, to his students, but look at the reality of it— well not really reality but still!”

He whines, “(Y/N)!!!”

Suguru breaks the ice, “How was the king of curses?”

Satoru huffs, shaking his head with a half hearted grin. He nods his head so the side, the empty seat beside him— which you take, his hand taking yours while you sit

It’s cold, just like his.

The tip of his nose hits the back of your palm, his eyes are closed before opening halflidded, staring out into the floor. His eyes peer over the overly tinted glasses, responding, “That guy was too damn strong, and he wasn’t even trying.”

It was almost mumbled, like a child complaining. Still holding your hand, he looks at Suguru, “To be completely honest, I don’t think I would even be able win.. regardless if he had Megumi’s cursed technique or not. The guy had too much up his sleeve.”

Your free hand pats his arm, laughing loudly you shake him lightly with a coo, “It’s alright, you’re my loser anyways baby,” you say with pressed eyebrows and puckered lips, almost teasingly.

He rolls his eyes, biting your hand lightly.

“I gave everything I had. Just a little sad you guys weren't there to support me, maybe you would’ve been able to give me a slap on the back to motivate me,” He jokes, shaking his head with closed eyes, imagining Suguru and yourself in the crowd of students.

“I’m glad that he was the one to kill me.” He confessed.

Somebody stronger than me. He wanted to say.

“It’s kind of gross hearing that from you, Gojo. You sound like a samurai general.”

You’re laugher bubbles up from your throat, tears forming as you turn back feom your seat.

“Kento, you’ll never change, will you?” You laugh, watching Satoru smack Nanami on the head multiple times, ruffling his hair in the process. You get up, releasing Satoru’s hand to sit in the seat besides Nanami. Smiling as the seat behind you is now empty.

Shoko.

It was for her, she was the last of the group, and you hope she wouldn't be here for a while.

“I won’t justify him, but I’ll sympathize with you.. I guess..” he mumbles, causing you to slap him on the shoulder with no ill intent, laughter from his stoicness.

“Hey!” Satoru snaps back, and you reach over and pinch his cheek.

“What I’m trying to say is, it was a fitting way to go out, Gojo.”

“You should be morw polite to your Juniors.” You chastise Satoru.

“I was already nice enough to you!” He retorts, and you tilt your head with a smile. His hand takes yours that was clipped to his cheek back in his,

“What was it like for you guys in your last moments?”

You blink, looking around the room.

“It was kind of scary,” you start, and he clenches your hand slightly. He remembers how the two of you split, you pecked him on the cheek with a determined expression, clenching your fist you told him you would be back, before warping to Harajuku. It was the last time he woult see you conscious.

You had crossed paths with Mahito, and you had it under control, until you didn't. Your weak nature, strong virtue, Satoru told you these would get in the way of you becoming a sorcerer, but you would always brush him off, telling him, I’m fine.

But you couldn’t help it, seeing a small girl in the line of Mahito’s path of destruction. Your arm was the price to pay for her life.

And, maybe you had lost too much blood, you cant remember, it’s a blur, but Satoru remembers.

Your leg contorted in a way he coulf only asume was unfoxable, your arm missing, eye streaming blood, you were dead. But his six eyes said you were alive, that you both were. And he was hopeless, tued up by the prisom realm, watching your eyes dim, he watched you die.

“To be honest, I wanted to quit with Kento, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave you alone doing all this. I don’t regret it to the end,” you smile loving at him, and he feels like vomiting.

“I would do this a thousand times over if I got to be with you every time.” You tell him sweetly, and Nanami coughs, “Enough with the sappy shit.” He grumbles.

You laugh again, and stare at Suguru. He looks back at you, and you feel your lips curling back up into a brighter smile. The man who defected, the man who left you all, he was here, and with you all.

“Once,” all attention back to Nanami. “When I was discussing with Mei-san about where I should move, she told me to move North to become someone new, and to move south to stay the person you are. Naturally, I chose South. I think it’s ironic how I died while betting on my future. But it wasn’t too bad because of Haibara.”

Haibara grins, “Aw! You’re too kind!”

“I see..” Satoru says, and you squeeze his hand back. His head snaps upward, looking right in front of him to Yaga, his voice as annoying as ever, “Yo Yaga! I thought you said no sorcerer dies without regrets!”

You laugh, and he laughs back, the room filled with laughter, Riko, Kuroi, Kento and Yu, Suguru, even Yaga.

“Now I’m hoping this isn’t a dream.” He confesses, while standing up, and you smile.

“It’s not, ya big loser!”

You shout, standing up from your chair and throwing yourself over it, crushing him. He falls back onto the ground, and Suguru jumps on top of you, Yu crushing him as Satoru wheezes, and you see him smirk.

“Welcome back!” You grin, Suguru’s face smushed next to your own. Haibara’s chin resting in between the two of yours.

He takes in the scene in front of him, everybody he’s loved all together, and finally, his arms wrap around the three of you, and he’s just so happy, that he doesn’t even Think about going back.

CLEAR MINDSET THIS IS MY REALITY NO ONE TELLS ME OTHERWISE SHUSH

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1282

Finale I - part 1/3 (Agatha X Reader ending):

Rio never intended to harm you that way. Even attacking Agatha was more of a bluff. Use the dagger to make her drop her guard, perhaps try to scare her or draw just the tiniest bit of blood.

And then you interfered... and she didn't have the time to pull back.

She tried to redirect the attack, and in the end; she did not harm you... not lethally, at least.

The blade pierced your clothes and your skin, leaving a nasty wound above your chest; blood quick to escape the new wound.

Your eyes were wide at the sharp pain that came from the wound, one hand instinctively going to where you were injured; feeling the warm blood that was staining your fingers.

Rio was as shocked as you, but before she or Agatha could do anything, Billy did.

He had been recovering in the green house, fighting his new superficial bruises and wounds while watching the battle going. He wanted to interfere, to try and help some more, but he hesitated; seeing you and Agatha already struggling, and you were far above his level.

And then.. when Agatha was about to get reaped, you jumped in front of the sharp blade before he could use his powers in any way.

Seeing you wounded, faintly seeing the red blood on the blade and on your white clothing... he lost it.

In a moment of sudden anger, he unleashed his powers on Rio. The attack caught her off guard and threw her back, away from you.

He rushed towards you as you bent a single knee, adrenaline, and years of hardships, the only thing keeping you standing and focused.

Agatha was already by your side, looking at you with worry and fear. An expression that reminded you a lot of the night Billy almost died back then during the second trial of the road.

However, this time, it was you who was wounded but not as deep as Billy was. Of course, that was not much of a comfort; considering your foolish heroic move to try and put yourself in front of Rio's blade.

"I'm okay," you reassured her as your white magic slowly started work, fighting to heal your wound.

It was tricky, even for you, because Rio's blade was unique; capable of reaping souls out of bodies and even cutting through the road as if it was nothing.

Rio managed to get up, and whatever shock you had from the initial attack had passed. A new opportunity had been presented, and she was not going to let it get away.

"This will never end. You all know it," She said and pocketed her knife. "So will let you choose, which one of you is coming with me"

You exchanged a look with the others, unsure about this dilemma.

How could you just point a finger at someone else and sacrifice them just like that? Especially after the battle you have just been through.

Ypu were about to volunteer when, to your surprise, Agatha did.

"Take me," she said, but before you could argue, Billy did.

"No , it has to be me," he argued, mastering all the courage he could find within him. "Take me," he bravely took two steps forward.

At that moment, one would expect Agatha to argue with him, but she didn't. Much to Billy's surprise and slightly to yours.

"Yes, take me him, like we agreed."

She did feel some sort of guilt for letting Billy die, her heart heavy because that damn boy often reminded her of Nickolas.

But, at that moment, no victory was in sight. You were injured, and she was not going to let you waste your life or die for her and Billy.

She finally got you back, and it looked like you were going to stay this time. Agatha was not going to lose you so easily, not when she finally might have a chance with you.

She offered her hand, wishing to help you get up, but you sapped her hand away.

You were clearly feeling betrayed by her words and her final decision, though you should have been used to it by now. Yet, a part of you deep down was truly rooting for her... for the light she still had in her heart.

Agatha looked at you defeated and took a step back, realizing you were not going to forgive her so easily.

She refused to leave you back, though.

"Come along, sugar," she said, expecting you would obediently listen to her. "You heard him. He volunteered himself to save both of us."

You managed to get up, the bleeding having stopped, but the wound remained open. Your hand was sticky with your blood, but it was the last of your concerns at the moment.

You looked at Billy, and you could see the fear behind his dark eyes. He did not want to die, but he also didn't want you or Agatha to die. Though with the latter's reveal, he was starting to rethink for whom he was volunteering.

Yes,he did volunteer himself, but he had already faced death once, and he was a mere boy; back then in the Hex. He wasn't sure if he was gonna be able to pass through it again, especially after spending so long fighting for answers... after actually managing to give Tommy a body.

You couldn't bear to look at him.

No, he had a full life ahead of him, and he had already started tough in the beginning. You were not there to somehow help Nicky when he passed, but you were present now, and you were going to make your stand.

"Take me," you repeated as you locked your gaze with Rio's and no one else's. "I don't care about your rules. You wanna take a soul with you. Then take mine and let Agatha and Billy go."

You could clearly see that Rio was hesitating, for there were rules at place that even she could not break. Rules that she could not bend like she did for Nicky.

Rules she had explained to you not so long ago when pieces of your past and hers started to go into place.

But if you volunteer yourself, so openly; she could try to make an exception under the right circumstances.

Plus, Rio had started to enjoy having you around, and she did want you around. Like she did want Agatha, which was why she had not argued with the deal.

After all, Billy was the one she was after from the beginning.

Agatha was just looking to be tormented for the words she told Rio at the Road, showing how ungrateful she was despite the rules Rio bent for her and their son.

You didn't like her hesitation and in a moment of spontaneous thought, you grabbed a window shard laying close by and brought it closer to your neck; sharp edge threatening to rip your skin with one clean cut. "If you hesitate to take me, I will make it easy for you, but i'm not letting you take Billy or Agatha."

Your words and the sharp item by your neck, surprising your three companions, some might even consider you a madwoman, but you were tired of losing people. And you were tired of standing to the sidelines while everyone else did the work.

You were tired of being scared of your powers and regretting all the life choices you had made due to fear.

This time, you were making a choice, and you were certain about it.

This time, you would protect your loved ones.

[A/N] - This is part 1/3 for the First Finale (Agatha X Reader ending). Tomorrow, I will publish the next part.

Part 2 now out!

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

an enlightening soak

fused with the foe, chapter four

a/n: don't mind me, just giggling like the little love gremlin that i am

summary: “No, no, nothing is wrong, it’s just–…” he stressed before a strained exhale flowed out of him and he averted his eye, “…in the library, on the fourth bookcase up top, there are some books that should help clear things up for you.”

warnings: king!steve rogers x reader, smut, fantasy AU (monsters, but not much magic), original fantasy world, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, innocent!reader, gore, injury, first kiss, love realization, masturbation

word count: 1282

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“…well, you didn’t say a word to me the whole night, barely even looked at me,” you sat down on the edge of the central fountain in the castle’s topiary garden, “and then at the end you just up and left without–, well, I’m not quite sure what was supposed to have happened, but I know it’s not that, I have brothers, I'm not completely clueless.”

Taking a seat beside you on the edge, Steve urged, “I know you’re not, but–,” his words then fell short as realisation washed over his features, “oh gods…”

“What?” you raised your gaze from the pebbles beneath your shoes, “what’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing is wrong, it’s just–…” he stressed before a strained exhale flowed out of him and he averted his eye, “…in the library, on the fourth bookcase up top, there are some books that should help clear things up for you.”

“…you want me to read?” you cocked a brow, “I don’t understand.”

“You will, just–…” he nearly looked flustered, “give it a chance.”

“Why can’t you just tell me?”

“Because it is a delicate matter that I’m not sure if I should be the one to teach you about,” he worded carefully. 

“Why couldn’t you? Do you not know either?”

“Oh, no,” he refused to meet your eye, “I know. I just don’t think–…” his restless body forced him to rise, “you should really just find those books and read them, then you’ll know.”

“Hmm…” your confusion hadn’t defused one bit, “alright.”

Bending down to pick up a fallen leaf from one of the sculptural topiary bushes, his fingers began to fiddle with it, “so, you haven’t ever had a sweetheart or anything?”

“I spent most of my life in my room, either because the door was locked or because it was just the safest option,” you nearly laughed, “so, no, I haven’t ever had someone like me in that manner.”

“Not even a servant?” he offered you the briefest of glances, “someone you’d call your friend? Maybe just someone daring enough to give a princess a kiss?”

“I’ve–,” you felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to answer, “I’ve never–… no…” lowering your vision to the gentle ripple in the fountain water, you then asked quietly, “…have someone ever been daring enough to kiss you?”  

Looking back at you, the faintest of chuckles rumbled within him at the adorable nature of your tone, “yeah.”

Dragging your fingertips gently through the water, you glanced up to meet his gaze, “we’re friends, right? Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “we’re friends.”

“So, if I asked you to, would you maybe kiss me?”

“What?” his head tilted slightly as if he thought he’d misheard you. 

“Would you kiss me?”

“Uh…” he glanced back down at the leaf between his fingers, “you sure you’d want that?”

“Well, I don’t make it a habit of asking for stuff I'm not sure about.”

“Right,” he exhaled, “alright, well, sure, if that’s something you’d want.”

“Great!” you exclaimed as you wiped your damp fingers on the skirt of your dress, “then do it.”

“What, right now?”

“Well, why not?” you shrugged. 

“Alright,” he let the crumbled leaf float down to the pebbly ground, “sure.”

As his long stride neared you, a bubble of nerves burst within you, “what should I do?”

Towering above your seated position as he stopped before you, “just,” his careful touch slowly found your arm, “close your eyes…” his gaze searched yours a moment as you felt your pulse begin to pick up, “the rest will come to you naturally.”

Letting your eyes flutter shut, a small gasp slipped out of you as you felt his light touch find your cheek. 

It was different than you’d imagined. It wasn’t weird or slimy, it bloody took your breath away as his lips gently brushed against your own. 

When he slowly withdrew, you couldn’t help but hypnotically drift after his fading lips before a shutter that ran down your spine caused you to float back. 

“You alright?” his warm touch lingered on your cheek a moment longer, caressing the high point as your starry eyes fluttered back open. 

“Y-yes,” you breathed raggedly, feeling as if you might tumble back into the fountain, “uh, thank you.”

And in that moment, you knew, you didn’t need any other clue to string all of the pieces inside of you together. 

You were in love with the king of Eflorr. 

Though you were in a window a few storeys up, you could still nearly hear the laboured grunts as Steve’s sweat-glistening visage sparred with a few wardens down in the wide front courtyard. Your lips couldn’t help but part slightly as you ogled. 

But just as you felt drool begin to trickle out of the corner of your mouth, a pair of hasty footsteps rounded the corner. 

“There you are, your majesty,” you hoped you weren’t too visibly flustered as you turned to face the servant, “your bath is ready.”

“Thank you, Hilda,” you offered her a polite nod before making your way back towards your private chambers. 

Steam invitingly wafted off the copper tub as you stepped inside. Layer by layer, you stripped down and draped your attire over the back of the folding screen that stood in the very corner of the room. Sinking into the bubbles, a soft sigh seeped from your lips as you melted back against the bathtub. 

With your thoughts still floating back in the courtyard where Steve was training, your fingertips couldn’t help but ghost over your lips as they tingled at the memory of his. 

As your eyes fluttered closed, your touch did as it had formed a tendency of ever since you read those books the monarch had advised you to educate yourself with. Fluttering down your soaked frame, your touch wandered over every spot that caused frail whimpers to flow out of your lungs. 

But just as your bubbly fantasies began to drift you away completely, the sudden sound of the door to your chambers being burst open jolted you out of it. 

Absentmindedly wandering in, Steve’s gaze was glued to the papers in his grasp, “the town meeting is starting in an hour, would you–,” he finally looked up as you twisted around and the bathwater sloshed at your startled motion, “oh,” he froze, thankfully not seeing much as both the tub’s high walls as well as the lush bubbles obscured your exposed frame, “I am so sorry,” from the looks of it, he’d already freshened up after his recent activities, “I didn’t–, I should have knocked,” he swiftly turned back around to leave, “I’ll just ask you later, I’m sorry.”

“Ask me what?” your voice halted him as his hand clasped the door handle. 

With his back firmly turned to you, he said stiffly, “uh, I was just wondering if you’d like to join.”

“Join?”

“The council meeting,” he swiftly squashed the innuendo that your hazy brain had conjured, “if it’s alright with you, I’d love your opinion on some of the things on the agenda today.” 

“You would?”

“Dove, your mind is brilliant,” he stated, “of course, I want your input on all the important matters.” 

Even though your cheeks were already aflame, that compliment only managed to ignite the fire. 

“When does it start?” 

“In an hour.”

“Alright,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “I’ll see you in an hour then.” 

“Great,” his white-knuckled fist then twisted the door handle, “have a nice bath–, I mean, uh… bye,” he stumbled over his words as he rushed to leave. 

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[rogueshadow1124]

BULLET WOUND

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Batfamily x Batmom!Reader

Summary: When the Joker strikes at Gotham bank and the family of vigilantes come to take care of the clown and his henchmen- someone ends up getting hurt...

Word count: 1282

Warnings: mention of being shot, fighting the jokers henchmen.

The nightly breeze swirled around the hooded figure who stood on one of the roof tops in Gotham, the person looked down over the streets. A soft sigh fell from their lips as they shook their head lightly, a car sped down one of the main roads, whizzing unrhymatically as it nearly crashed into the other vehicles surrounding it.

"Here we go again." A feminine voice fell from the hooded figures lips, she peered over the ledge of the building before stepping forwards and jumping from the tall facility. She reached down quickly and pulled out a grappler, aiming at the building opposite the one she had just jumped from and aimed, releasing the long piece of rope which connected, piercing through a part of the bricks.

She pulled on the grapple, lifting her legs lightly as leverage when she started steering in the right direction. Her feet made contact with the stone wall, her hands grasping a tighter hold on he object she held, allowing her to climb the building vastly. Her hands set on the ground floor at the top, hauling herself up, one standing she pulled down her hood down revealing a soft face, a domino mask covering her bright Y/E/C orbs behind the dim ashy tone.

The woman walked over to the over side of the building where she was met with four other figures, a smile falling upon her lips when she saw them look her way.

"Bout time." Red Hood chuckled, looking down at his wrist in a jokingly gesture as if he had a watch on.

"I'm here now aren't I?" She shrugged, waltzing over to stand between Batman and Robin. She looked down at the kid and smirked, then looked back up to Bats with the same feature only raising her eyebrow aswell. "So what are we dealing with here B."

"The Joker. Robbery at Gotham banking centre." Batman stated side eyeing the woman as she scoffed, placing her hands on her hips while looking over the buildings ledge and into the streets where she saw a familiar black van which a few masked goons were stepping out from.

The 'Corbeau' stepped forth and slipped from the roof again, grabbing onto the ledge before she fully fell. Her free hand went to her belt where she pulled out a anchored rope which she attached to the roof before starting to descend down the side of the banking facility. Her eyes squinted when she noticed the Joker stepping from one of the other vans that had just pulled up behind the other, a curse leaving her lips when she jumped the rest of the way down and rushed around to the front of the building.

The woman crashed through the double doors, purposley catching the attention of the Joker and his goons. She walked forwards slowly, holding eye contact with the clown prince of Gotham himself who was looking at her smugly, his hands rising with a pistol pointing out to his left as he cackled lowly.

"Nawh if it isn't Mrs. Bats..." Corbeau's lip raised in a sneer, a growl emitting from her lips while the Joker mocked her. "Where is Batsy anyway, doll?"

"Around." She murmered, looking behind her when she heard several thuds sound from the outside. A small smile graced her lips when she saw Batman and the boys making their way inside to stand at her side. "Told ya' Jokes, he's always around."

"Busted." Red Hood called out, walking forwards while pulling out his two pistols from the holsters on eiether side of his chest. Just as the boy was about to pull the safety trigger a goon stepped forward and brought the butt of his own gun down upon Red's head. "Hard way it is I see. Nice."

A few other goons started to come towards the vigilantes. Nightwing elbowed the one to his right, ducking just in time for the other to throw a punch which made contact with the goon opposite him. Red Robin was hauled back by another to which he reeled his head back and made the man loosen his grip. Robin had his fists at the ready, in a fighting stance when he saw several henchmen running his way.

Corbeau went to lunge at the Joker but was stopped by one of the bigger henchmen, she smiled up at him. Her arm swung back and then swiftly forged forwards making contact with the mans masked face, a sickening crunch emitted from beneath. Batman was already busy fighting off a few of the others that had joined in on the fight.

The woman had jumped up at the man, swinging her legs around his neck and was successfully able to bring him to the ground as she released the majority of her body weight on his which was lucky enough to send him to the floor. Her eyes scanned the room, catching sight of the Joker who had his gun cocked at the ready aimed at the youngest Vigilante.

"Dam-Robin?!" Her words mixed as she jumped up and started running in his direction. It was as if it all went in slow motion, the echo of a gun shot rang through the room making everybody turn to the source of sound. A grunt passed through the corbeau's lips as the small metal object ripped through the skin of her abdomen, passing through the barriers of skin and flesh.

"Al'umu!" Robin called out, running towards the older woman who had dropped to her knees from the impact of the bullet rippling through her body. He slid to his knees beside her, catching her by her arms to hold her in place.

"Hey Dami, it's okay. M'fine." She whispered to him sending a smile his way though he tutted and shook his head. "Been through worse..."

"Why did you do that Al'umu? It was meant for me." Damian looked into his 'mothers' eyes in despair then his ocean blues trailed down to the red patch that had stared to seep through her suit.

"I'd never let my boys get hurt Dame, not as long as I can help it." She let out a hoarse chuckle, pushing on the boys shoulders so she could stand up. Her hand reached out and grasped his own, pulling him up from his spot on the ground.

"You cant fight, you're hurt."

"Seems your father and brothers have dealt with it." The ravenette turned to see that the others had indeed done much while the two were in their own little world. The henchmen were down, unconscious while the Joker was stood there with his pale hands in cuffs as Bats handed him over to Jim Gordon, chief police officer at GPD.

"Ma' are you okay?" Jason rushed forwards with worry swirling within his iris's.

"I'm fine Jaybird, I just need to get home and rest up I guess. Oh and get this bullet out of my body." She pointed down towards the open wound, wincing as she moved around making it sting and ache. Her left hand came down to it and applied the pressure needed.

"C'mon mum." Dick pulled her arm up and hooked it around his neck, leading her out of the building and onto the streets where she spotted Tim and Bruce standing by the Batmobile.

"Mum-"

"I'm fine Timmy, I swear." She chuckled at the distressed look upon his face and waved him off.

"Let's get you home my love." Bruce took her away from Dick and helped her into the passenger side of the vehicle, he placed a kiss on her temple before shutting the door and heading to the drivers side.

[winniethewife]

It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 1: Then, it's the best feeling I've even known

Words: 1282

Warning: sex mentioned not described.

Three months ago when my best friend, and childhood crush, Layla El-Faouly reached out asking if I would like to possibly be in a threesome with her and her Husband Marc I was surprised. One they never seemed the type for Non-Monogamy, and Two I was pretty sure Layla was over her Bi-curious phase a long time ago. It was a pretty amazing night. I was pretty sure I would never have sex that good again, but I was very wrong. I have sex like that all the time. About a week after that night they had invited me over again, this time, I found out a lot more. About Marc’s DID, About Steven and Jake, about Moon-knight, and their adventures around the world. I felt like I could probably take that all into stride as their friend, then came the next surprise.

They asked me out.

They wanted me to be in a relationship with them, all of them. I had felt like my heart stopped that second. It took me sometime to process it and decide.

It had been a long day at work, I had just managed to get in the door and get out of my work clothes when there was a knock at the door. I went to take a look though my peephole It was Marc. I opened the door with a half smile on my face.

“Hey, Marc. Come on in.” I smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Hey, I’m sorry to not call or something before coming over I...I needed to see you.” He says in his usual gruff voice. He needed to see me? This was something else.

“Oh, um Okay.” I closed the door after he walked in. “Is something wrong?”

“Look, I thought it would be a good idea if, I asked you on a date, and they Want to ask you on a date as well, Especially Jake, He and Layla, don’t exactly get along…It’s a long story.” He seemed anxious about it, about asking me out.

“Does Layla also want a date? Is this some kinda trail period? First four dates free?” I try to lighten the mood with a joke. Marc smirks and chuckles.

“Yeah, something like that. I’m sure Layla would enjoy that. Sorry…this is still new to me…to us.” He rubs the back of his neck and averts his gaze.

“And not to me.” Admittedly my last triad hadn’t ended well but I had more experience in this than they did. “Anyway you feel about it is totally normal. Its how you act on those feelings that matters.” We sat in the living room for hours after that. Talking about how he felt, talking about how the others felt, and talking about how we all felt about Layla. I put my hand on his knee at one point and he after thinking for a second put his hand on mine, and that’s when I think I knew, no matter how those first dates went, I was saying yes.

~

Now three months later I’m grocery shopping with Layla, trying to figure out what one of the boys wrote on the shared grocery list, her arm around my waist as I’m holding the list.

“I can’t read Jake’s handwriting, what the hell does this say?” She points at it.

“Horchata Mix.” I laugh

“How can you read that?”

“He leaves me little love notes, like in the book I’m reading or on my bathroom mirror. I had to figure out what they said. So I made a cipher.”

“Well Jeeze, For all the times I managed to get him to talk to me all he could do was cuss me out.” Layla chuckles. Layla and Jake had a rough start of it, when He first showed up he brought chaos into their lives again and after they had just managed to settle down again. Layla had every right to feel like she did, but Jake also had a right to live a life, and for some reason, He really liked living his life with me. Which made me think of our first “free date”

~

“Dress for dancing. Can’t wait to see you. -J” That’s all the text said. The text made me laugh. The short black dress that hugs every curve of my body, the comfortable dance heels from my days in dance class, delicate makeup, hair done nicely. I thought I did well. I was surprised when Marc and Layla had said Jake wanted to take me out first. Apparently he had practically begged. I thought they were kidding at first, until I had gotten the text from Jake. Once I was ready I checked my phone to see a text from Jake.

“Outside. –J”

I felt my heart start to race as I left the building. He was standing outside his car, a flirtatious smirk on his face, It was a little odd to see Marc’s body but know it wasn’t him, how he held himself, the way he dressed, it was all very different. I walked up to him. I looked him over for the first time, he was dressed very nice, dress pants, white button up, dark tie, and the pageboy cap pulled over his dark curls was a good touch.

“It’s good to finally meet you Hermosa. You look stunning.”  His Spanish accent was a bit of a surprise.

“Thank you Jake, It’s really nice to meet you too.” I smile and lean in to kiss his cheek, a soft chuckle leaves his lip before returning the favor.

“Tu eres muy dulce…” His Honeyed words hit my ear and a shiver goes down my back. He opened the car door for her and she sat down in the car. As we drove to the dance hall we made some simple conversation. We pull into the parking lot of the dance hall and Jake is a gentleman the whole way in, opening doors, taking my hand, ordering my drink, it was quite sweet. But I had no idea what I was in for when we hit the dance floor.

He takes one of my hands in his and his other wraps around my waist, and he gives me a warm smile. It was my turn to surprise him by knowing where to hold myself in a starting dance position, a small smirk on my face as he chuckles and we start to dance together. I feel my heart thumping in my chest as His dark brown eyes met mine, something in the quality behind them, was different then when Marc looked at me. Everything about him was sensual, every touch, every turn, every second I felt like I was dancing on air. At some point we took a break and sat down to talk.

“Where did you learn to dance Muñeca?” He asks

“I took a bunch of classes in college, and some more recently with my ex. ” I answered honestly “And you?”

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” He says with a chuckle. I laughed.

“Alright keep you’re secrets Lockley.”

“How else am I gonna keep you on your toes? Hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh again.

~

I put the blue bag of Horchata Mix in the cart with a smile then looked up at Layla. Her coffee eyes looked at me with an affection I had learned to enjoy over the last three months. I was thankful every single second I had with them. I had learned many times over the years that love like this is rare and fleeting, I just hope this time it lasts.

~

Masterlist

Chapter 2

[loislane41319]

Bad days.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x reader

Wordcount: 1282

Summary: You have a terrible day and because of it, you miss your date with Jay. Can he forgive you?

Warnings: none.

Note: Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have another finished story and am working on a new one, so hopefully I won't be as long next time.

Story:

You had been looking forward to it for a while. You really liked him and the last thing you wanted was to loose him just because life got in the way.

It had started as soon as you had woken up this morning. The night before you had turned on your alarm for the wrong time and now you had overslept. You shot out of bed, texting your boss you’d be late and went through your morning routine as fast as you possibly could. Of course things couldn’t go smoothly from then. You slipped twice and dropped your breakfast all over the kitchen floor. For a second, you contemplated calling in sick, but you had already told your boss you’d be there.

So, you took a deep breath and walked out the door, already dreading the day to come. There was one thing you were looking forward to though. You had a dinner date. You had moved into your building just over a month ago and not long after you had met the handsome detective living a floor below you. You had been carrying some boxes to the elevator to bring to your new appartement, but you had been carrying so much you hadn’t noticed him. So, of course, you bumped into him and dropped everything you were carrying. Could it be more cliché? He had introduced himself as Jay, a detective with the intelligence unit of the Chicago Police Department. Being an absolute gentleman, he had helped you carry the boxes to your apartment. You had given him a tour and couldn’t help but feel sad when, after getting a text, he had told you he had to leave. However, that feeling completely disappeared when he asked you if you wanted to get a beer with him. You wanted nothing more than to see him again and apparently that applied to him as well.

After the beer came dinner and before you could comprehend what was happening, you found yourself falling for detective Jay Halstead. 

Only, now you had screwed up. One of your colleagues had been bugging you all day and because of it you had to stay late to finish your own work. When you finally were able to go home, it had started raining. At home, things seemed to get better. You had almost slipped thrice in the bathroom and kitchen, but you hadn’t actually fallen… yet. Once you were ready, you were actually impressed with the look you had created. You wore a pretty dress, matching heels, had your hair in a fancy looking bun and while you were wearing less make-up than usual, it was clear you had put time and effort into it. Of course your bad luck couldn’t just turn around, so the moment you were ready to leave, you found out your alarm never went off and you were already fifteen minutes late.

When you noticed the elevator was out of order, you weren’t even surprised. The universe just wasn’t on your side today. You sighed and started rushing towards to stairs.

After finally getting to your car, the stupid thing wouldn’t start. Why? You had no idea. All you knew was that you had to get to the restaurant, where Jay was. Because somehow you knew he was the one thing that could make this terrible day a little better. So, you figured you weren’t out of options yet and started making your way towards the busstop.

Half an hour later, you finally crashed through the doors of the restaurant. Soaked, because it was still raining and flushed, because you had to run the last hundred metres to the restaurant. The server at the door looked at you like you came from another planet. “M-mam, can I help you?” He asked. “Table for two, under Halstead. Is he still here?” You asked the young man once you had caught your breath. “I’m sorry mam, but the man who was at that table already left.” You felt like crying once those words left the man’s mouth. For a few minutes you just stood there. How could this have happened? You were sure Jay hated you now. Here he was, a kind, funny and handsome man who actually liked you and of course you managed to make a mess out of it.

Suddenly your brain stopped spinning. So what if he had never been stood up before. You had done what you could to get there on time and you were going to make sure he knew that.

You had already raised your had to knock on his door when you hesitated. Would he want to see you? Did he hate you? Would telling him what happened actually change anything?

You threw the doubts out of your mind and knocked on the door. Nothing happened. Was he home? Did he go somewhere after waiting for you?

You were about to knock again, when the door opened. “Y/N?” He asked. For a second you couldn’t get a word out. You just took in his appearance. He had already changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. He had been home for a while. Then you found your words again. “Jay, I’m so sorry for tonight. Everything just went wrong today. First I overslept, than my stupid colleague couldn’t stop asking questions so I had to stay late to finish my own work and the elevator was broken and then my car wouldn’t start so I had to take the bus, but of course the bus stop was like ten minutes away from the restaurant and god, you must hate me right now.” You rambled and once you stopped, you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head was in your hands and your cheeks were covered in tears. You expected Jay to just close the door and leave you there… but he didn’t. You didn’t know what to think when you felt his arms around you. Just grabbed him tightly and let go of all the frustration, anger and disappointment that had built up inside you today. Jay just held you and softly drew soothing figures on your back. You had no idea why, but your were incredibly glad for the way he was treating you.

Once you had calmed down, you let go. “I’m so sorry, you were planning on spending a nice night at a nice restaurant with a pretty girl and instead you get this blubbering mess.” You said. “Hey, you’re beautiful, even when your soaked, crying and have streaks of mascara all over your face. Also, you don’t have to apologise for standing me up. It sounds like you did everything you could to get to that restaurant. You just had a bad day and that happens to the best of us. There’s nothing to do about that. And we can still have a nice night. How about you go get cleaned up, I’ll order us a pizza and we’ll watch a movie together? Okay?” Jay said. You looked up at him. “How in the world did I get lucky enough to find you?” You asked softly. “Oh no, I’m the lucky one here.” Jay then told you. You couldn’t help but kiss him.

After a few minutes you let go. “I’ll be back in ten.” You told him and walked away.

That night you enjoyed a simple pizza and movie date more than you ever thought possible, just because of your company. You did end up falling asleep before the end of the movie, so Jay had picked you up and laid you down in his bed. You could finish the movie tomorrow and neither of you minded waking up together at all.

[seivsite]

hi there !! could you write a oneshot about karasu and otoya trying to play matchmaker with yukimiya and the reader since they’re both too in denial about their feelings for each other? thank you ! <3

PLAYING MATCHMAKER.

synopsis: karasu and otoya thought it would be a great idea to make yukimiya jealous, so that he can man up and confess to you. spoilers, it worked ;)

includes: yukimiya kenyu x gn!reader. with our cupids being karasu and otoya, a bit ooc, yukki gots mother dearest’s approval, a tinge of jealousy, childhood friends to lovers trope, unedited — wc: 1282

It was the day after the Blue Lock vs. U-20 match, and the boys — Reo, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya, Tokimitsu, and Aryu — had decided to meet up at a café to discuss their futures. By chance, you stumbled upon them after Yukimiya entered the shop to place an order. After he paid for the orders, you approached him and greeted him warmly.

“Kenyu! What are you doing here? I thought the Blue Lock thing hadn’t ended yet,” you asked, giving him a hug. Yukimiya returned the gesture before replying, “It hasn’t, but we have a two-week break after the U-20 match.” He then pointed outside the window.

“I’m here with a few Blue Lock friends of mine. Would you like to join us?” he asked, seemingly ignoring the googly eyes the barista was giving him.

“Wouldn’t I be intruding if I joined you guys?” you responded hesitantly, realising that you hadn’t seen your crush in a long while.

“I don’t think any of them would mind, and I’d really like to catch up with you,” Yukimiya insisted. He took the drinks and began walking towards his friends, and you nervously followed him.

You greeted Yukimiya’s friends, and they all introduced themselves. You recognized most of their faces from watching the match, but you never really got to know their names, often referring to them by their most distinctive features like “purple hair”, “princess”, "onion," and so on.

As you all got to know each other, they discussed their futures and asked for your opinion so you wouldn’t feel left out. A few other Blue Lock team members stumbled upon the group of seven, one of them which you can remember is Isagi, invited you all to the arcade.

It seemed like you couldn’t hide your interest in Yukimiya very well, which led Otoya and Karasu to pull you away momentarily.

“Hey, I have a question. Do you like Yukimiya?” Karasu whispered to you as the three of you watched Yukimiya playing a game of darts, hitting a bullseye.

You felt your face flush with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Caught off guard, you stumbled over your words for a moment before finally responding, “Um... well, I... I do like him. He’s a nice guy, and we’ve known each other for a while now. But I don’t think he likes me that way…”

Karasu smirked and nudged you playfully. “Nonsense! You two would make a cute couple. Maybe you should make a move,” he suggested mischievously.

“If he breaks your heart, you can just date me instead, sweetheart~” Otoya said, earning a smack on the head from Karasu. “Ow!”

“I doubt he's that type of person, unlike you, Mr. ‘I date every pretty woman I see,’” Karasu mocked, punctuating his words with exaggerated gestures.

Otoya joined in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on, (Name), life is too short to wonder ‘what ifs.’ You’ll never know unless you take a chance. And who knows? Maybe he’s been waiting to make a move all along.”

“Maybe we should try to make him jealous by flirting with you or something. What do you think, (Name)?” Karasu suggested putting his arm around your shoulder. His eyes darted towards Yukimiya, and he couldn't help but feel mischievous at the hint of jealousy in Yukimiya’s expression.

“I mean, I guess we could give it a try,” you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty about the potential outcome.

“Great! First, how about giving me a kiss on the cheek?” Otoya teasingly suggested, but before he could finish, Karasu swiftly smacked his head again. Karasu rolled his eyes at Otoya’s playful antics. “Cut it out, Otoya. Let’s not make things too complicated or pushy.”

You laughed at their playful banter, appreciating their lightheartedness. Yukimiya noticed how you laughed with them and felt a twinge of jealousy. It seemed to stem from his heart, but he couldn’t quite understand where these feelings were coming from. All he knew was that he didn’t want Otoya and Karasu getting too close to you. He didn’t want to feel this way about his friend, but he couldn’t help but feel protective of you after not seeing each other for so long.

As the day progressed, you and Yukimiya exchanged little glances towards each other. It seemed like some of the other boys had caught on to the plan that Otoya and Karasu made on the spot. Quite conveniently, the day started to come to an end as the sun slowly descended from the sky. After going to the arcade, most of you went your separate ways, as some of the other boys had other things to do.

Yukimiya had decided to walk you home as your houses weren’t so far apart. He hadn’t said anything yet, and it made you kind of worried. After gathering up the courage and asking him, you suggested, “Um, so, do you want to stay for dinner? My mum would be happy to see you again.”

“I’d love that,” he replied, before the silence continued. The two of you arrived at your home, but before you could go inside, Yukimiya suddenly stopped you and held onto you. Yukimiya took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on you. The air between you felt charged with anticipation as he mustered the courage to express his feelings.

“Ever since I met you, something changed inside me,” he began, his voice filled with sincerity. “You’ve brought so much joy and warmth into my life. Every moment spent with you is precious, and I find myself constantly thinking about you. I've felt a pang of jealousy when I see other guys blatantly flirting with you.”

His grip tightened slightly as he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. “I can’t deny it any longer. I’ve fallen in love with you. Your smile, your laughter, the way you understand me without even saying a word—it all captivates me. Being around you makes me feel complete.”

His confession hung in the air, leaving a sense of vulnerability between you. The world seemed to hold its breath as you took in his words, your heart racing with a mixture of surprise and delight. Finally, you managed to find your voice, your own emotions pouring forth.

“Kenyu, I... I've been feeling the same way. The way you make me feel, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before. I like you too.”

A smile spread across his face, and the tension melted away as he pulled you into a warm embrace. In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties were replaced by a sense of certainty and belonging. Unfortunately, the moment had to be cut short when your mom opened the door and invited you both inside.

“Come in, lovebirds, before the food gets cold!” she exclaimed.

Both of you blushed, knowing that she had caught onto the situation, even though she didn’t know the exact details of your conversation. It seemed that she approved of the relationship between the two of you.

“Coming, Mom!” you shouted back, pulling Yukimiya inside by his hand. Your mom held him back for a moment, looking at him quite seriously. “If you break my child’s heart, I will never forgive you. Now, protect them with your life, do you hear me?"

Yukimiya could only nod in response, realising that the woman in front of him was quite intimidating. Your head popped out, wondering what was taking them so long, and your mom reassured you that it was nothing.

The evening drew to a close, a warm and contented feeling filled the air. As the time came for Yukimiya to leave, your mom smiled warmly at both of you. She could see the happiness radiating from your faces and knew that something special had blossomed between you.

“Take care of each other,” she said, her voice filled with motherly love.

Yukimiya nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. “I promise, I will protect her with all my heart.”

NOTES. apologies if this isn’t up to your expectations anon! there wasn’t as much karasu and otoya cameo as i’d like for it to have, but i hope u still like it (hearts)

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Last Dance?

Summary:  When your boyfriend doesn't take enough care of himself, the inevitable happens at the end of one of ATEEZ’s concerts.

Pairing: bf!Yunho x fem!reader

Word Count:  1282

Warnings: angst, injury, blood

[ AN: This was just an idea that ran through my head and was intended as oneshot. Well, here is part two: Dancing Forever. Read with caution please. <3 RE-UPLOAD from my old blog @justsomedreaming]

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

The day of the concert began horribly already with you waking up to Yunho´s empty side of the bed. You know that he didn't sleep, since his side is cold and there is no dent in his pillow. He usually is not as nervous, but the night before, he already had struggled to fall asleep at all. With a sigh, you sit up in bed, sending Mingi a text, asking if he knows where your boyfriend is. Soon, your phone rings and seeing the caller id, you pick up.

“Hey Y/Nnie, Yunho is here, what’s up? He said he woke up early and wanted to let you sleep in.” Mingi said before you even could start speaking, a frown etched onto your features when you stay quiet. This silence was enough for Mingi to realize that his best friend seemingly had lied to him about that. “He wasn't home at all, right?” “Hmh, I'm worried…I think he's overworking, but he won't listen when I ask him to take breaks.” You answered him quietly, worried about your boyfriend. Hearing a shuffling through the phone, you soon realize that Mingi must have stopped Yunho from dancing and sat him down. ‘I am fine Mingi, just going over this dance again…I was home but slept on the sofa!’ You heard Yunho's voice quietly, swallowing hard and feeling guilty for not trying harder to make him take breaks or sleep. Only a few moments later, Mingi must've picked up his phone, because he said something again. “Don´t worry, he'll take a break now, I promise. See you backstage later?” He asked and you only nodded at first, quickly mumbling an ‘okay’ for him before you hung up. 

A few hours later, you arrived at the place of the concert, the security searching you before letting you in, they knew you by now, but always followed protocol strictly, which you were thankful for. Walking down the hallway, you stopped shortly before reaching the open door to their backstage room, hearing Yunho talk to his stylist as it seemed. “I already had dinner, so you can put on my makeup already, thanks. What? Oh, yeah I'm okay, just woke up early today, sorry for that.” Hearing his voice made your heart heavy, knowing that this is the voice he uses when he's hiding something. Taking a deep breath to calm down, you then stepped into the room, quickly being greeted by the boys, Wooyoung wanting to hug you, but you duck away from them with a chuckle. Their energy never bothered you, you really closed these boys in your heart. “Stop! You all, sit,” You said, putting on a scolding look and, to your surprise, they actually followed your order, except for Yunho, who already had been sitting in his makeup chair. Giving your boyfriend a short look, you frown but then turned back to the boys, revealing a box with nine donuts, one for each of the boys and one for you, all in their favorite flavors. 

After they almost ripped the box from your hands, you secured the ones for you and Yunho and walked over, deciding that it had no use to scold him. A smile on your face, you kissed the top of his head and held out the donut for him. “Hey Yuyu, here I was able to save this from the boys for you,” you chimed quietly, taking a bite of your own while he did take his donut from your hand. “Thanks jagi. Sorry for leaving early this morning…” You shook your head, signaling him that he doesn't have to apologize, you knew how hard the boys always work for their concerts, so you gave up on scolding them a long time ago now. “It's okay, you forgot your keys though. I will leave you now, so your stylist can do her job, she´s already staring daggers at me,” you joked, which made Yunho smile, giggle quietly even, before he nodded and kissed you gently. “Don´t worry, I´ll protect you from her.” 

The moment Yunho turned back to the mirror, Mingi called you to him, asking for help with something, but when you sat down on the couch next to him, you frowned. “Okay, either you want my attention, or you should go to the gym, because opening this bottle is something you also can do alone, Mings.” You said, but he laid an arm around your shoulder and smiled, making you think this might be more an act for Yunho than anything. “He looks like shit lately, Y/nnie…what´s up?” He asked and with a little sigh, you leaned your head against his shoulder, talking quietly. This exchange is nothing new for the others, they know how close you and Mingi were from the beginning, he's like a big brother to you. “I don´t know, Mings…he doesn't talk to me. It's been like this for weeks now. He ate less, didn't get much sleep and sometimes didn't even come home from practice.” You explained, letting out a deep sigh. You didn't know why your boyfriend had been so distant lately, not only to you, but also the others. “Did something happen between you guys? Or…maybe something on twitter or such stuff?” Your head tilted backwards to look up at Mingi with a confused expression, but he couldn't really answer this either. Yunho didn't tell any of the boys anything, they assumed he´d be okay. “Maybe it's the stress? This is the last concert before our vacation, maybe he is just stressed.” The taller one tried to reassure you, but the worry just doesn't go away. After a bit, it was time for the boys to go on stage and you headed to your spot in the VIP area, near the backstage exit of course. ATINY knew that you and Yunho were a couple and they welcomed you happily.

The concert went well, the boys rocked the stage like they always do and you kept cheering for them, your eyes never leaving Yunho though. You could see that his movements became more and more sloppy, as if he's losing his usual energy throughout the performances, which is not like him. No matter how long it is, Yunho never falters in his dancing, but today? It was worrying. After the last song, they stood there for the ending fairy and you already noticed that he seemed somewhat out of it, his eyes half shut and his breathing seemed staggered. 

Before they all left the stage, you already got up to hurry backstage, but then you saw it in the corner of your eyes. While the boys were walking down the little stairs, Yunho seemed to stumble, but a sudden shout let you look properly. 

Time seemed to slow down, a heavy lump in your throat when your feet moved on their own. You saw him falter in his steps before he suddenly dropped like a puppet whose strings got cut. The others didn't realize at first what was happening since he was the last to leave stage, only when Yunho´s arm fell against San who walked in front of him, they noticed that your boyfriend passed out and fell down those steps, hitting his head on the edge of the stage in the process. The last thing you saw was a bleeding wound before your sight was blocked by staff and the other members of ATEEZ.

“Yunho!” You screamed when you tried to reach them, some security men holding you back while Mingi and San carried Yunho backstage to a room and Seonghwa rushed to you, pulling you into his arms to keep you from following them, panic on everyone's faces.

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Can you write something about how they realized they loved you

Stopp this one is so cute, I was blushing the whole time I was writing this one. I hope you like it just as much as I did. 

Pairing: ot8 x fem!reader 

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, (Some Angst on Lee Know’s part)

Content: SFW

Word Count:Bangchan(769), Minho(471), Changbin(482), Hyunjin(552), Jisung(714), Felix(606), Seungmin (871), Jeongin (1282)- Total (5747)

Summary: When and how the boys realize they love you

Afab!reader, Profanity, mentions of sex in Felix's

Chan you loved and cared for the boys as much as he did.

It didn’t take Chan long to fall in love with you. I mean how could he not, you were perfect for him, you were his other half. But when he saw the way you cared for the boys he could feel his heart nearly palpitate out of his body. He was definitely in love with you. When you and Chan started to date the boys would jokily call you both mom and dad (Or in Seungmin's case grandma and grandpa). Chan always thought it was just because you were dating him and he was like their father. Not really realizing that the reason they’d call you mom was because you cared for them as if you were their mother. 

You were at the dorm cleaning up the mess the boys left from the morning. You never had a problem cleaning up after them, you understood that they were constantly busy and always pressed for time in the early mornings to be able to pick up any mess they could've made. You looked at your phone seeing the time. Chan had told you it wasn’t going to be such a busy day and they’d be home early for dinner except it was now 8:30 and you knew your boys were surviving on chips and small snacks throughout the whole day. That obviously didn’t satisfy you, grabbing your keys and heading out the door you made your way to McDonalds. After getting everyone their usual order you made your way to the JYP building passing the lobby and going straight up to their practice room. 

“MOMMMMM” The boys yelled as you walked through the door with a big smile holding their warm meals. They ran to you to greet you, but not before rummaging through the bags to find what was theirs. “Thank you” Chan smiled, hugging you and pressing his forehead against yours as he let out a sigh of relief. You rubbed his back comfortingly while also running your other hand through his hair. He always felt a weight lifted off his shoulders when he saw you, feeling that sense of comfort in your presence. He pulled away looking at you lovingly as you walked towards the counter grabbing your bags and walking back to him. “Please eat baby… you’re gonna get a headache if you don’t” “Yes ma’am” He smiled, taking the bags from your grasp and wrapping an arm around your waist as he led the both of you to the couch where the boys were saving you two a seat. 

You began to count heads realizing there were two missing. At that moment both Felix and Seungmin walked into the practice room both walking towards you to hug and greet you. You smiled at them warmly and informed them of their food sitting on the counter waiting for them. They nodded but assumed their positions in the middle of the room. “Felix, Seungmin are you guys not hungry” “Come on guys y/n bought you food come eat” Bangchan spoke after you immediately having your back. “In a minute Felix is trying to help me with this move I can’t get” “Minnie that can wait, I can’t have you pass out from malnourishment” “Oh please I had a banana this morning” “Just a banana… Min it’s 9:15” You sighed getting up walking over to the counter grabbing both bags and taking them to the remaining boys. “I’ll help you with the dance later… but for now eat… please” You spoke softly leading them to the rest of the group taking your previous spot next to your boyfriend. “and if any of you need more I got extra nuggets and fries over here”. You announced feeling strong hands wrapping around your waist. You turned your attention to Chan to see a smile plastered on his face. “Can you believe that… just a banana from 7 in the morning to 9:20 just a banana” You laughed to yourself cuddling up closer to Chan. “I love you” He whispered his thumb rubbing the top of your hand soothingly. Your breath hitched as you pulled away looking at him. You knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him but the words were never said. Both parties worried it would scare the other away. “I- I love you too” You whispered back with the biggest smile on your face. He could only blush as he pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Ewww Mom and Dad are making out again” 

Lee Know you loved every form of him 

Lee Know had a lot of feelings, feelings that he felt he needed to hide away from you, from his fans, from his friends, from everyone. To the point that he would eventually blow up on himself. You knew something was wrong from the moment he walked into the dorm. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner with Chan’s girlfriend when the boys all walked in quietly, the air between them thick. From behind them, Lee Know entered quickly, taking off his shoes and heading straight to his bedroom was a hard slam of his door. You sighed feeling for the love of your life. You hated seeing him in such a frustrated state coming back from practice. You’d usually give him his space like he requested, only needing a couple of minutes to cool off, but this time felt different. “Go ahead I got you” Seungmin’s girlfriend smiled nodding towards Lee Know’s door. You nodded and walked in the direction of his bedroom. Slowly cracking open the door in search for him. 

There he was sitting on his balcony in the pouring rain. You went to his closet grabbing his jacket and walked towards him. His tears mixed with the raindrops, the only tell of his crying being his sniffling. “I’m okay” He spoke quietly, looking away from you. He didn’t want you to see him like this. “No you're not… and that’s okay” You helped him put on his jacket sitting next to him in silence as you rubbed his back comfortingly. He stood up grabbing your hand walking towards the door. “You're getting wet” “I don’t care” You stopped him turning him around to look at you. “… you need me” “You still want to be around me when I’m like this” “I want to be around you always… despite your mood. We all have bad days… and that’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?” he nodded, walking back to you pulling you into a hug. His chin rested at the top of your head as he told you all about his terrible day, and you listened closely resting your head against his chest. 

While listening to his day you also listened to the beating of his heart. That beautiful song that kept your amazing boyfriend alive. That lovely tune beated a little faster as he realized he was madly in love with you. He could hold you for forever and be happy. He could stay out there all night even in the cold, under the rain if it meant being with you.  You were different, you helped his walls come down to help him, while other people he’s been with wouldn’t even pay attention to him when he was in that state of mind. No, you were special.

Changbin you were truly different

Changbin loved his super feminine ladies, the ones who loved to dress up and liked to be taken care of, Changbin was the type of boyfriend who enjoyed spoiling his girlfriend like there was no end. He was positive that was the type of woman that he was destined to be with, up until he felt no real connection due to not having nearly anything in common. His relationships weren’t lasting and his heart just kept breaking. When Changbin met you he noticed how similar you were to his exes. Extremely beautiful and by the looks of it frail and feminine already learning his lesson he didn’t even think about being in a relationship with you. 

You looked so beautiful walking towards the group in your black short dress. You looked like an angel, it was like a scene from a movie to him, Your hair was flowing, your skin was glowing, Your smile was beaming, you looked as if you were walking in slow motion until you saw him. BangChan your childhood friend, you ran towards him into his open arms immediately tackling your best friend to the ground. Landing punches on the laughing man as you kneeled on the ground. The dirty ground. He knew better than anyone that most girls wouldn’t even think about kneeling on the ground with it being as dirty as it was, especially when you looked that pretty. “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM… You don’t call, don’t visit for months but here y/n come to my show” “I’m glad you made it” “Fuck you bitch” “I miss you too y/n” Bangchan laughed helping you off the ground introducing you to his bandmates and best friends. Changbin was smitten at the sight, you were beautiful yet so aggressive… he loved it. 

The both of you had so much in common it didn’t take long for the both of you to catch feelings. Here you two were you’ve been dating for two months already. It was the guy's day off so you did the usual, going out for a movie and then dinner afterward. He had his arm wrapped around your waist as the both of you scanned the menu, “Binnie can I get the double cheese and bacon burger” you asked knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to say no to you.  “Of course Princess” he laughed moving some hair out of your face and behind your ear. You were comfortable around him and he loved it. “Can we also share the boneless buffalo wings” “And by share you mean” “I mean I’ll give you two” You giggled pucnhing his arm. Chan laughed at the scene going straight to mock you “Where is all that food going” “Straight to my ass”. Oh man he wasn’t just in love with you, he was deeply in love with you. 

Hyunjin You’d do nothing with him 

Hyunjin enjoyed how similar you two were… you both loved your space, and by space that meant sitting on the couch inches apart, the both of you in your own worlds but together. He’d be sketching and you watching a show. Or you reading a book and him on his phone. He’d be in the living room practicing his singing or dancing while you were in the kitchen doing whatever the hell you were doing in the kitchen. He cherished these moments of space without the loneliness. 

 It was eleven p.m the boys were all relaxing for the night after having a long day of practice. 3Racha  and Hyunin discussed amongst each other on what movie to watch while the girls ordered dinner. But not you, you sat in your boyfriend's lap playing with his hand, placing yours in his to measure the difference, then playing with his rings, tracing the lines on his palm, looking at his chipped nail polish making a mental note that you needed to re-paint them again. You broke apart from Hyunjin's grasp excusing yourself as you went to the restroom. Only to be confused when you walked out and saw that he wasn’t with the group anymore. You looked around seeing the light in his bedroom was on. You made your way over knocking on the door. “Come in” he spoke quietly “Watcha doing Honey” You asked walking into his bedroom and taking a seat on his bed. “I’m just gonna paint” He said taking out the materials from his desk drawers. “Can I be with you” “Of course my muse… but I need silence” He smiled looking over to you to see you open his nightstand drawer grabbing the black nail polish you stashed in there. “You won’t even know I’m here” You whispered getting to work on your toes. You were right, in a weird way, he forgot you were there, but still felt your presence comforting him, letting him know he wasn’t alone. He sighed leaning back in his chair looking at the canvas in front of him, he made a lot of progress. It had been a couple of hours, 3Racha and their girlfriends had already gone to their respective rooms and called it a night. 

Hyunjin got up from his chair and turned around seeing you lying in his bed fast asleep. He swears he felt his heart flutter at that very moment. Here you were on a Friday night instead of being out with your friends, (which he knew you had plans that you were excitingly waiting for) you were lying in his bed asleep just keeping him company. He kneeled down in front of you moving a piece of hair out of your face. You looked so peaceful so beautiful. You stirred awake looking at him. “Was I snoring… did I mess you up” You whispered your hands rubbing your eyes awake. “You weren’t snoring, I’m just calling it a night on the painting”. “You hungry our food is here… but I’m pretty sure our ramen is cold by now” “I’ll eat cold noodles with you anytime… I love you so much… you don’t even know” “I love you too Jinnie” You smiled taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. 

Han You could laugh with him 

Han was the goofiest person you’ve ever met. He didn’t even need to try to make you laugh sometimes, all he had to do was throw you a certain look and you’d be gasping for air. Tonight was one of those nights. You weren’t sure exactly what the boys gave Han because when it was time for them to return to 3Racha+Hyunjin’s dorm, Han was bouncing off the walls. It was a sight to see, Usually your boyfriend was so exhausted he needed a nap and cuddles after practice. 

“What did you give him” You laughed seeing Han walk out of his bedroom in a dinosaur inflatable you didn’t even know he owned. “Nothing I promise… he’s just been super energetic all day today” Chan laughed grabbing hold of the counter for stability. Han made his way to you slowly, and it was the funniest thing you’d seen. Your boyfriend in a dinosaur inflatable trying to seduce you in front of the guys and their girlfriends. “Like what you see?” “Mhmm” You laughed feeling that oh-so-familiar feeling in your stomach. You were sure that one day you’d have abs just by how much you laugh around him. He stood in front of you twerking on you. “Oh my God Han” You laughed pushing him away. “Shhh it’s okay baby I know what I’m doing” He laughed continuing his moves. “Hannie I think Chan said he wanted a dance” “I did not say that” “ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE MY FRIEND” Han yelled running over to Chris who was preparing dinner in the kitchen. He grabbed him by the waist and started to grind on his friend. “What are you dancing to there isn’t even any music”. You took advantage of this moment and slipped into his room searching for the thing you were hiding from him. 

You walked out of his room in a pink dinosaur inflatable causing the room to burst into even more laughter. People started to drop onto the floor clutching their stomachs (Hyunjin). “HIT IT CHRIS” You yelled over the fan that was keeping the inflatable up and running. “Hit what” “ALEXA PLAY CARLESS WHISPER” “Playing Cries and Whispers by Jo Yeong-wook” “No Alexa what the fuck” You threw your hands up causing another fit of giggles to burst into the dorm. You made your way to your phone taking off the dinosaur gloves to type in the correct song. As soon as the music started you made your way to Han who already knew what was going on in your head. You two held hands and made it seem like you were going to start to slow dance just to start head-banging like crazy. “Oh yes, head banging to a song about cheating in dinosaur inflatable suits” “How romantic” Chan and Chan's girlfriend laughed. The both of you turned to look at Chan and his other half. Not needing to exchange words you made your way to the couple. Han once again grinding on Chan while you twerked on Chan’s beloved. You two ended the song by making the dinosaurs make out. 

“Dinner’s done” Chan interrupted still catching his breath. You both sighed having to take off the costume. As you both unzipped it and started to take off the head. Hyunjin and Changbin broke out laughing seeing that underneath the dinosaur costume, we both had horse masks on. “Well this is embarrassing” Han started taking off the rest of the suit, you following close after. “We’re both wearing the same socks… One of us needs to change” he laughed taking off the mask and helping you with yours. The moment he took off your horse mask he looked at you fixing your messy hair when it hit him. He could laugh with you forever, he wanted to do goofy stuff like this with you for the rest of your lives. “What?” You laughed fixing his hair. “I love you, you goofball” “I love you too you dork”  he smiled kissing you on the lips happily. He found his person and he couldn’t be happier. 

“Did they just say I love you for the first time” “Shhh Channie” “We’re gonna have to put this in the speech” “Already ahead of you baby”. 

Felix You loved his clinginess 

Felix struggled with relationships, a lot of the people he’d been with/ slept with were usually the ones cutting things off due to his ‘clinginess’. It seemed like he had never-ending bad luck. Every person being so annoyed with him and his over-loving ways. He tried to be less clingy, more cold but that wasn’t him. He wanted the clingy love, he wanted the cringy nicknames, he wanted to feel like it was him and his partner against the world, that feeling of being inseparable. He wanted the love he gave to his partners. He didn’t want to feel like he was too much. Was that too much to ask? He had lost hope, he accepted that he would never be able to find the one for him. Then he met you. You were a simple person, in love with life and everything it had to offer. You just like him yearned for that feeling of love that feeling of acceptance. It didn’t take him long to realize that he was in love with you. 

The both of you were staying in today. You had the day off and he was lucky enough to be given the day for some very much-needed time to himself. He spent the night at your place, the both of you cuddling and watching movie after movie after movie. At the end of the night, the both of you laid in your bed looking at one another. He kissed you softly, you kissed back, one thing led to another. The both of you had sex for the first time last night, you were positive he was going to leave you, like everyone else did after they got what they wanted. But here you were waking up in his arms his slow and rapid breath tickling the nape of your neck. 

Your finger found its way to his arm your nail drawing small comforting circles. “Good morning baby” You whispered seeing him stir awake. He pulled away stretching away last night's sleep. “Mmmmm Good Morning Sweetheart” He smiled laying his head on one hand the other draping over your blanket-covered hip. “Last night…” he stopped, looking at his hand and pulling away sitting up. “Last night was amazing lix” You clenched the blanket to your body sitting up to look at him. “I can give you space y/n… I uh I know I can be a bit smothering” he turned around getting his glasses off the nightstand  “No Lix… It’s okay, I like it.” “You what” he whipped his head to look at you, causing you to laugh at his sudden movements. “Please please don’t lie to me” “I’m not” You laughed getting closer to him touching his arm. “I like it when you’re-” “Clingy” “Yes lixie… I love your clinginess” “You do?” “I do” You smiled moving closer to him. You hugged him from behind your head resting on his shoulder. “I’m not lying Lixie… I really do enjoy the moments we spend together. I like it when you're always touching me, it helps me feel like I have someone that really likes me. It reminds me that I have someone to always go to. Sorry… I don’t even know if you-” “I love you y/n” he cut you off turning to look at you. “You… you love me” “I do” “I love you too Felix” “I love you so so much” he smiled placing a soft kiss on your lips. All that searching and all that waiting paid off because now he has his partner in crime he yearned for. He had you. 

Seungmin you supported him endlessly 

From the beginning of your relationship, things felt unnatural, and you understood why. Seungmin was a closed-off person that loved his space, for two reasons. One he loved his space because in his space he felt at peace, he loved being able to feel calmness amongst all the chaos that followed around in the form of seven adult men, he worked with and wouldn’t admit he loved. The other reason being that he although would never admit it, he was scared to let people in and get hurt. You understood and gave him the space he needed to be able to trust you. The relationship felt a little high school for you, with restraints of hand-holding, kissing,(Other things) but you still waited. You had seen his walls come down around the two-month mark. You were finally holding each other, having sleepovers, and being able to be around each other without feeling awkward. You could tell he loved you but he had yet to say the words. Were you seeing things, jumping to conclusions, did he actually love you? 

The truth was he did love you, going against his own words, he fell fast and hard for you, but he was worried you’d leave. It was a common occurrence, his past relationship quickly ending the moment he needed to travel to go on tour or award shows out of Seoul. Immediately getting shit on why they couldn’t go with him, why couldn’t he stay. It annoyed him, why couldn’t they understand as much of a homebody as he was he loved his work, he loved his fans, and he loved his bandmates and that meant traveling was a big part of his work. He despised his best friend’s relationships seeing the reaction of their partners when they had to leave being nothing but supportive. Was it something he was doing, was he the problem?

So when Chan gave the news to the boys he felt the blood in his system run cold, it looked like he had just seen a ghost. How the hell was he going to tell you, even worse how were you going to take it? He dreaded having to tell you about the upcoming tour, he really liked you and didn’t want things to end because you didn’t want him gone. He dragged his feet the entire way to your apartment already feeling sad about having to break up believing you’d be just like the rest. He went slowly up the stairs to your apartment, truly believing that if he took a long time his problem would simply disappear. 

You two hadn’t talked all day, which was a normal thing, what wasn’t normal was Seungmin sending a ‘we need to talk text’ with no context followed by a ‘I’ll go to yours after practice today’. It put you on edge, did you do something? Going through the past couple of days, even weeks to find what was the problem… but you couldn’t think of anything. You were nervous as hell and what did you do when you were nervous? You cleaned, you cleaned your entire apartment, even went as far as cleaning the same counter for half an hour cause it could be cleaner, just to get your mind off the mysterious text.

You were currently folding clothes in your bedroom when you heard the front door unlock. He was here. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down, you didn’t want to seem too nervous. “Y/n?” “My room” Shit you sounded nervous abort abort. “Hey” He smiled coming close to kiss you like he always did when he’d see you. Okay, he didn’t seem mad. “Hey how was practice” “It was good, it ran pretty smooth today, not like yesterday's mess” “Do you feel better today” “Yeah I did” Shit… did. “I got some news” Fuck fuck “I’m going on tour” “T-that's what you wanted to talk about” “Mhmm” “Oh cool” Shock ran through his body when you accepted the news like it was just a regular thing. “Y/n I’m leaving for tour” He repeated blinking his eyes confusingly “I know… you said it already” “Like I won’t be in Seoul leaving” “I know what tour is” You laughed continuing to fold your laundry. “And you’re okay with that” “Well I’m gonna miss you, but work is work. I understand” He smiled wide, his heart beating like crazy, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, his legs turning to jelly, and his brain going to mush hearing you say that. “You okay babe” “I love you so much” “I love you too Minnie…do you need help packing” “I love you even more” You laughed pecking his lips. “I restocked on Hot Cheetos… they’re in the pantry if you want some ” “I am seriously in love with you oh my God” He laughed walking out of your room and straight into the kitchen. It's safe to say you threw yourself on your bed kicking your feet, burying your head in your pillow, and screaming excitedly the moment he left your bedroom. I Love You from Seungmin’s mouth sounded like a beautiful song you could listen to forever. 

I.N He could escape with you

He was always busy, always overworked, always overwhelmed but it was with you that he felt a sense of peace, tranquility, he felt he could overcome all those worries, all that stress as long as he was in your presence. He'd never seen home, comfort, and safeness in a person, the way he saw it with you. You'd spend a lot of time together when you had the time for that same reason. You were his escape from it all. 

Dance practice just wasn't going the way he wished. He seemed to mess up every step causing the group to stay back. He felt bad not only for his bandmates but also for his fans. They got someone mediocre like him instead of a pro, maybe he was too young for all of this, he thought to himself as he walked out of the dance room to the vending machine. He needed to get out of his head, he needed to be with you. He quickly pulled out his phone texting you about the current situation. Your heart ached as you read his text, you hated to see Jeongin hurt like this. All you wanted to do right now was give him the biggest hug and reassure him that he wasn’t a failure, you wanted to hold him close as you told him to his face just how good of a singer and dancer he was and how much Stay loved and appreciated him. But you couldn’t, not to his face at least, the heat from the kitchen a reminder that you still had two more hours of your shift left. Over the phone would have to do for now, but as soon as you were out you were going to race to his dorm, no ifs ands or buts. 

Your fingers typing away ferociously right as you were going to hit send on your beautiful paragraph you heard his throat clear. You closed your eyes as you turned around to face your boss.  “Y/n what did I say about using your phone on the clock… do I need to write you up again” “No no I’m sorry but my uh- my dog he’s sick and I was just checking up on him” Did you lie? Yes. Was it in the name of love? Yes .“Well you can take him to the vet with the money you’re making for waiting tables now get back to work or that phone is mine” “Yes sir” You groaned putting your phone in your apron pocket walking out of the kitchen back into the diner. You too had a busy day with class, then a full day of waitressing at work, You couldn’t wait to get out of there and run to your boyfriend's aid. What you didn't expect was just how late you were going to get out. Ten, eleven, twelve, Now it was one and you were just waiting for your co-worker to show up so you could switch off. She was supposed to be here at 11. What was taking her so long? "Jonathan please I need to leave… my pet is sick… he he needs me" You said continuing on with your white lie hoping he’d let you go and take over while the next girl showed up. "Well I don't know what you want me to do Lee Anne’s not here yet" "Did she call" "She did not" in that moment your coworker walked in. Without wasting another minute you gave her all the information she would need, punched out, and ran to your car making your way to Jeongin's dorm. 

You unlocked the door with your keys shocked to see Lee Know and Felix still up. Felix of course jumping in his seat at the sound of someone coming in so late. "Just me Lix" "Oh hey Y/n" "Did you just get out of work?" Lee Know asked seeing you in your all-black outfit. "Yeah… I was supposed to be out by 11 but Lee Anne went late" "When isn't she" He rolled his eyes shaking his head. “So I.N told you” “Mhmm… you know you should report her ass” “I honestly might”  You laughed, slipping off your shoes and setting your bag on the counter. "Do you know if he's still up" "He just went into his room… so probably" "Alright thank you" You excused yourself walking in the direction of his bedroom knocking carefully not wanting to wake up Seungmin who you knew was most definitely already asleep at this hour.  "Lee Know I said I was fine" Your boyfriend said through the door. "It's not Lee Know my love" "Y/n?" He quickly opened the door to reveal his puffy eyes hiding behind his glasses. He's been crying. "Whatcha doing here" "I wanted to check up on you after work but I had to stay behind because-" "Lee Anne was late again?" "Yup" "How does she still have her job" "She’s fucking Jonathan" “Make’s sense” “Do you want to go to the park?” "Right now?" 

The both of you laughed feeling the wind kiss your face as you swang back and forth on the swings. He felt all his worries slip away at that very moment. "Jump off?" "On three" "One" "Two" Three, you jumped landing on your knees. You laughed away the little bit of pain you felt turning to see I.N still on the swings. You gasped clutching your chest at the betrayal. “Traitor!” “I panicked” he laughed digging his feet into the sand to stop himself. He quickly got  off and ran towards you tackling you gently to the ground. “I can’t believe you did that” “Did what” he laughed laying on the floor, pulling you on top of him. You sat up straddling him, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers. “You cheated” You mumbled moving his ring from his middle finger to his ring finger. “I did not” “Did too… we were supposed to jump on three but you cheated” “Proof or it didn’t happen” He smirked seeing you take the ring and put it on your ring finger now. You smiled shaking your head at his justification of cheating. You looked at him to see him already staring at you, you felt your cheeks heat up at the attention, as you looked at him you remembered the last time you two were in the park at such a late hour like this. He had finally asked you to be his girlfriend after months of hanging out and flirting with each other, it was also the first time you guys ever shared a kiss. While you were looking back at the memory you held dear to your heart Jeongin looked at you and realized just how in love he was with you, it was the way you went on a 2 a.m. adventure with him just to make sure he was okay, even when you told him you had a big test later that day. The way you would sacrifice your study and sleep time to be with him. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him. "I love you" he whispered against your lips. Kissing you softly. "I love you too" You mumbled smiling into the kiss. His fingers played with his ring on your finger. "I like this" he smiled looking at you hand. "One day I'm gonna get you one that won't slip off your finger" you giggled at his words turning away. "Don't" he whispered, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "I wanna see the pretty smile of yours" 

I'm so sorry for the delay on this request shit's been crazy lately but I hope you enjoyed it and if you did please like, post and follow for more.

Requests are always open!

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 9 - snowboarder

pairing: snowboarder!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you take a tumble down the slopes, but someone is waiting to make sure you're okay

word count: 1282

warnings: just a lot of fluff, snow?, skiing, snowboarding?? are these warnings????

spence-tober masterlist

It was like a moment where you’d blink and you’d miss it. One second, you’re tightly gripping onto the poles in either of your hands. Even through the thick insulated gloves, you continue to have a death grip onto them. Your legs aren’t much better. They’re ramrod straight and solid in their position like steel, you’re too afraid to move them too much.

The next second, you’re face first into the padded snow and tumbling down a good few yards, finally coming to a stop when the skis on your feet pop off with the connection to the ground.

You groan and let go of your poles now that you aren’t moving down the mountain of the ski lodge you’re vacationing at with your friends, and shuffle your goggles onto your helmet. 

“Woah, there!” A voice from above says.

It’s a man’s voice. You can tell that much even in the haziness and embarrassment of the fall.

“Are you okay?!” The same voice says.

You look up. 

Instead of the skis that were attached to your feet, there’s one long board attached to his. His attire is similar to yours, with ski pants, a big puffy coat, gloves, helmet, and goggles. 

“Are you okay?!” He echoed again, this time a bit more frantic.

You nod wearily, “I’m okay,” You say. Your ego and pride is a bit bruised, probably along with your knees, but other than being mildly embarrassed, you’re overall fine.

The man seems to take a sigh of relief, “Here,” He says, then unlocking his boots from his snowboard. The control he has over moving on the slope of snow is amazing.

He offers his hands to help pick you up, “I’m so sorry,” He says apologizing.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What are you sorry for?” You ask while accepting his hands to pull you up onto your two legs again. You already nearly slip again on the slick hill.

Now that you’re on the same level as him, you can see the man more clearly now. With his goggles moved up to his helmet, same as yours, you can see his hair, crazy and wild, wisp around his face from beneath his helmet like a brown mane. 

His face is flushed by the cold and there’s a friendly smile on his face that also reaches his eyes. 

“I cut in front of you and you took quite a tumble there,” He explains, “My name’s Spencer by the way.” He introduces with a pleasant smile.

You return the smile and give him your own name, “Please, you’re hardly the reason I fell.” You say, rolling your eyes, “I’m shit at skiing.”

A curiosity peaked in his eye, “Then why are you out at a ski lodge?” He asked.

“My friends,” You say simply, “They convinced me that skiing would be fun.”

Of course, all of your friends had skied before and left you to your own devices. You had joined the lessons the day prior, but felt a little embarrassed when a literal 6 year old was doing a better job than you and decided to tough it out and ski with your friends. 

Your friends, of course, wanted to do black diamond slopes and you, of course, had stupidly went along with them.

“And are you having fun so far?” Spencer inquired next.

You shrugged and then bent over (as much as you could with ski boots and thick snow pants) to collect your abandoned skis. “Every time I feel like I’m having fun, I instantly fall.”

You eye his snowboard. It looks well used and certainly not like one of the rentals back up at the lodge. “I can’t imagine learning how to snowboard.” You admit.

He laughs, “Just takes some practice.” Then he bites his lip, “And, if I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m shit at skiiing too.”

“No way,” You laugh with him, “You mean to tell me that you’re a pro at snowboarding down black diamond slopes, but can’t ski to save your life?” You question, doubtful.

Spencer nods, a large grin on his face, “I promise!” Then he takes his gloved hand and cross a small ‘x’ over on his chest where his heart resides. “Cross my heart! I swear.”

“Okay!” You reply, “I believe you, I believe you.” You assure him in a joking tone.

“Do you, um,” Spencer starts to say to you, “-need some help getting down to the bottom?” He offers with a kind smile.

“Oh, I don’t want to keep you from snowboarding.” You say, not wanting to impose, “Trust me. I’ll be falling down every two minutes.”

“How about we walk down?” Spencer says, bending down to grab his board and stand it up next to him. With even how long the snowboard is, you note that Spencer is still taller. 

“Are you sure?” You try to confirm.

Spencer nods and chuckles, “I’m sure, we can stick to the sides of the slope and my jacket has a reflector on the back. So we won’t get in anyone’s way.” 

With your hesitant nod, Spencer’s smile gets a little bigger and he waddles over to you and helps you with your own skis. Once you’ve finally got a good grip of both of them, then you two veer off to the right of the slope and start walking down carefully. 

“So,” You start to make small talk, “What are you doing at this ski lodge? Vacation?” You guess.

He shakes his head, “I actually come up on the weekends whenever I have the time.”

“And you’ve never tried skiing?” You question, glancing up at him. In the moment that your eyes wander off from the ground, you stumble and Spencer catches your shoulder with his arm. You instinctively use your own arm to stable yourself on his. You recover smoothly with his help and keep scaling down the snowy hill.

Spencer shakes his head, “I tried when I was younger, but never could get it. Then I got free snowboarding lessons at a raffle auction and kept on snowboarding afterwards.”

He looked at you with ease, no stumbling on the snow, “What about you? You decided to keep hitting the slopes? The lodges are pretty nice here and there’s plenty other to do.”

You chuckle, but keep your eyes on each step you take, “I could call it and stay in.” You admit.

“But, I really, really want to get this.” You admit also, “I guess I’m just stubborn.” Your cheeks flush, but its undeterminable from the redness from the cold.

“Or determined.” Spencer counters, a smile on his face.

Silence falls on the two of you for a moment. Only the sounds of the snow cracking under the weight of the ski boots and the whooshing of the wind against the tops of the trees around you.

“If,” Spencer’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. This time you do look at him, risking the fall.

“If you still wanna take another crack at skiing tomorrow, I’d be happy to join you.” He tries again.

You notice that his cheeks have become a lot more red as well, you’re sure it’s not because of the cold wind. 

“We can be shit at skiing together.” Spencer offers, his tone optimistic, “Or maybe we could learn together.” He says the last word softly, as if not to scare you.

You smile and look down for a moment, then stop completely in your stride down the slope and look back up at him. By the way you watch his eyes scan your face, you can tell that he also has noticed your very red and flushed cheeks.

“I’d really like that.”

a/n: if y'all could please request me to write another blurb about their ski lesson, i would do so in a heartbeat

[anxiousfanchild]

Kinktober request: Orgasm denial with Remus and Sirius (either an x reader or them doing it to each other)

Seeing Stars

Word Count: 1282

Content Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI. Orgasm denial, begging, daddy/master used as nicknames, Dom!Remus, Sub!Sirius.

Requests are open and encouraged!

Donations towards my wedding are accepted: Ko-fi

A/N: Remus x Sirius; a little rushed at the end because ive been working on this for three days.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sirius looked absolutely delicious as Remus sat next to him. Sweat dripped down the bridge of his nose, either from the amount of “almost orgasms” he’s had, or from the fact they were sitting right in front of the common room fire. The shadows that graced the wall showed every lewd movement the two boys would share, every sneaky peck Remus would press to Sirius’ neck, every pump of his fist on Sirius’ cock. Sirius’ hands were bound behind his back, pants forgotten somewhere in the room, breath tumbling out of his mouth in pants and whimpers. His muscles tensed and quivered, hips bucking up in a futile attempt to get some sort of friction. 

The movement simply caused Remus to suck his teeth and pull his hand away from his boyfriend's throbbing cock, turning the page of his book, before going back to Sirius. They've been going at it for hours at this point, the time being almost 3am. Remus glances away from his book for a moment, looking at the Black. 

“You know..” Lupin starts, eyes going back to his book, slowly trying to read it without magic. “If you simply dropped your pants when I asked you to, we wouldn’t be having this situation.” 

Sirius, poor Sirius, simply whimpered and bucked his hips again. His eyes squeezed closed, to hide the haziness from his lover, in a futile attempt to hide how much of an effect Remus’ hand had on him. Only his hand and his lips have touched him up to this point, and that was quite pathetic in Sirius’ mind. That this scrawny little werewolf, a good half foot shorter than himself, had this damning trance on him.  

“Moony.. Moony please, it was an accident.” Sirius tried to defend, thighs shaking in need. “I was just tryin’ to play a bit, y’know. Make it m-more- fuck-”

The poor man was so close, cock twitching as Remus pulled away again. His eyes were blurry with tears, body still aching for sweet release. 

“An accident?” Remus gives a dry chuckle, turning the page to his book once again. “An accident happens once. You, my love, are just a brat.” 

Remus’ amber eyes turn to meet Sirius’ icey once, teasing meeting pleading. Remus’ would never admit it, never admit the way Sirius’ makes him feel. His primal urges were starting to get the best of him, hands shaking as he calmly set his book down, once again turning his full attention to his lover. 

“Please.” He tries again, giving his boyfriend the best puppy eyes he could possibly muster. Remus, the ever gracious wolf, scoffed and stood up. The boys locked eyes for a moment, before Remus tugs his sweater off and tosses it to the couch, where he was previously sitting. The common room was warm, but the air hitting Remus’ now bare arms left him with a brief shiver. His plain white undershirt hung loosely on his frame, hiding his outlines and scars. 

Sirius was growing confused, head tilted to the side like a lost puppy. Before he could open his mouth to question Remus, before his pants were added to the now growing pile of clothes on the couch. Off next came the underwear, a smirk plastered to Remus’ lips. 

As the underwear makes a dull thud on the couch, Remus finally speaks again. 

“Do you really think simple pleads will save you now?” He questions, reaching forward to grip a fistful of Sirius’ hair, gently tugging him off the couch and onto the floor in front of him. There was a tense moment where they stared at each other- Sirius’ head tilted back to look at Remus completely. He stares for a moment, before looking down at Remus’ cock, which twitched slightly. 

Sirius swallows- either to get rid of his saliva or his pride, who knows- before opening his mouth to speak. 

“I don’t think pleas would work, but Moons, it was an accident. Please, I’ll do anything at this point.” Sirius’ voice strains as he gives the best puppy eyes he could conjure. Remus smirks, gripping Sirius’ jaw tightly and leaning down to his face, practically nose to nose. Sirius whines, trying to close the gap, to kiss Remus, before Remus chuckles cooly.

“Anything, my love?”

“Anything, please.” 

“Very well.” Remus didn’t give Sirius enough time to think, gripping his hair once again and pulling him to his feet before turning him around. 

With very little resistance, Remus bends Sirius over the couch, ass up to Remus’ pleasure. A hum leaves the werewolf’s lips, and he takes in the sight before him. Sirius didn’t have much of an ass, maybe a little plump, but still an ass. His scarred hands make their way to the flesh of Sirius’ ass, squeezing and kneading it between his palms. In a quick motion, Remus’ had dropped to his knees, spreading the others ass to get a good look. 

Secretly, Remus loved this. He loved dominating his lover in the common room, where anyone could walk in on them. The thrill was delicious, especially since Remus was always regarded as a Good Boy, as someone that would never dare break a rule. However, poor Minnie would have a heart attack if she knew how many rules Remus broke for lust, how many classrooms were now tainted by the werewolf’s heat. How many desks he had to get back together. The poor couch they were on currently had to be fixed by house elves no less than three times already. 

Could you blame him, though? Just one look at Sirius’ quivering body was enough to get Remus to forgive himself for the damage and rule breaking as he slid his tongue along Sirius’ opening. The simple movement caused a small yelp to come from the other, Sirius’ hands gripping the couch so hard, there were bound to be rips in it by morning. 

“Moony, I swear..” Sirius starts before cutting himself off again with another needy moan. Remus had reached around his waist and was now fisting his cock slowly, painfully slowly, as his tongue made another pass over his ass. Any protests from the dog were now silent, only pants and whines coming from his throat as he bucked into Remus’ fists. Much to Sirius’ surprise, Remus made no move to correct him or to stop. Finally, maybe he’ll get the release he needed, to cum all over his boyfriend's hand, the couch, himself. A small price to pay for release, truly. 

Another few bucks and Sirius was right on the edge again, biting his lip so hard, a droplet of blood was now gracing his front teeth. 

“Moony- Sir, Daddy,” he starts, not knowing what would tip Remus over the edge, to allow him to release. “Please, I’m right there.. Please..” 

“Then fucking cum, mutt. Don’t just blubber about it.” Remus mutters against Sirius, finally allowing himself to slip his tongue in and taste him fully, groaning and the musk and taste. 

Sirius’ dick twitches harshly and with another buck, sticky semen was now spurting from his aching cock, twitching wildly and getting cum everywhere. Remus pumps him a few more times before pulling back and wiping how mouth. 

“Now, you have to clean all this up,” Remus starts, gripping Sirius’ hips and pulling him down to sit on his lap, his own cock now pressed flush against Sirius’ ass. “And if you dare think of using your wand, you won’t ever cum again.” 

Sirius swallows and looks up at the clock on the wall. It was only 4:30am on a Saturday, no one would dare be away before 9am. Sirius’ night was just beginning, it appears.

[half-deadmagicperson]

Phight '24 Phic 3

For @phicphight (I keep forgetting to tag them lol)

Title: Casper High Class of '08

Words: 1282

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Prompt by @coyotecrackers : Ten years since Danny graduated high school, and fourteen years since his accident. The former A-listers are organizing a high school reunion, and somehow both Danny AND Phantom got an invite… Seriously, how are these things still happening to him?

AO3

“You could always decline as Phantom,” Sam mentioned. Danny was currently on the phone with her and Tucker staring down at his recent piece of mail.

“I know, but they’ll be disappointed.”

“Well, Phantom never was officially a Casper High student, and he’s probably too busy with his position as ambassador,” Tucker chimed in.

“You’re right. They’d probably understand if Phantom couldn’t show up. Besides, I’d like to enjoy or at least stand in boredom without being gawked at. I’ll call Paulina, as Phantom, and let her know.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Paulina was understanding, if a little guilt-tripping, and told Danny if he ended up being free he was still welcome to come. Danny agreed before letting her go. He contacted his job to let him know he’ll need that night off before heading off to work.

Ever since he was a child, Danny has always had his eyes set on NASA. After the accident, he was a bit concerned over whether or not his dreams would be attainable. After the ghost problems started to settle down, Danny pulled his grades back up and went to college for engineering and astronomy.

He knew that with his ‘medical condition’ being an astronaut was out of the question. However, he still got to work with spacecraft and educate children on the different planets.

Sam and Tucker went on to become an environmentalist and a computer scientist respectively. The trio decided after highschool to room together and save money. They still live together, but with their conflicting work schedules, they often don’t see each other until night.

Cujo, the ghost of a guard dog from the old Axion Labs, decided to take up residence in their tiny apartment as well. Although, he tends to come and go as he pleases.

Overall, Danny’s life has been pretty good now that things have settled down. He did tell his parents about his alter ego, and they took it well! Jazz was doing amazing things as a psychiatrist. Even Vlad has started to patch things up with Danny’s parents.

Now if only that reunion would have run as smoothly.

~~~~~~~~~~

The night of the reunion approached, and the trio found themselves getting ready. Danny decided to ditch the tie after several failed attempts at tying it. Sam donned on a professional looking outfit that still had touches of her gothic aesthetic. Tucker had rented a tux and switched to his ‘special occasion’ beret, which was just the exact same hat except cleaner.

The three of them piled into Sam’s Nissan LEAF (not sponsored lmao) and drove towards their old high school. After about 30 minutes, the familiar sight of Casper High greeted them. Sam parked her car, and the three headed inside.

“Hey guys! Glad you could make it,” Star, one of the former A-Listers, sat at a check-in table with name tags. The trio walked over to grab their tags. While picking up his ‘Danny Fenton’ label, Danny noticed one of the stickers labeled ‘Phantom’. Star must’ve noticed his brow quirk because she spoke.

“He said he was busy with his ambassadorial gig, but we decided to make a tag for him just in case.”

Danny smiled and nodded, ignoring the pit in his stomach. The trio made their way into the gym.

“Holy shit! Fenton is that you?!” Danny turned around to see a shocked Dash Baxter, who was noticeably shorter than him. Danny grinned.

“Sure is! How’s it going, Baxter? I hear you landed a spot on the Packers.”

After freshman year, Dash started to mellow out. He decided that his school work and friendships were more important than bullying some nerd. Danny also suspects that he got some counseling, but that is not really his business.

“Sure did! In fact, Preseasons are starting up in a couple months. If you want to come I’m sure I could score you some tickets.” Danny chuckled.

“I might have to take you up on that.”

After their conversation, Dash spotted one of the other football players and bolted. Danny was pulling a can of pop out of the cooler when he noticed someone approaching.

“Hey, Val! Long time no see!” Valerie Gray rolled her eyes.

“We literally saw each other yesterday,” she stated.

“Well, yeah, but that was different because it was for business.”

“You were playing that new Zelda game for half of patrol.”

“Listen, Breath of the Wild is really fun, okay?” Danny retorted with mock hurt. Valerie giggled.

“Whatever you say, Fenton.”

The night continued forward. Danny caught up with several classmates he hadn’t seen in a while. The DJ was playing absolute bangers. It was fun to relax and socialize for a little bit. Danny was dishing out round two of Puppy Chow when he felt the familiar cold sensation in the back of his throat.

The blue mist of his ghost sense escaped Danny’s mouth. The man started glancing around the gym, trying to figure out its source.

A distinct cracking noise came from the ceiling. Fractures spread their way down to the walls. They needed to get out of there. Guests started running towards the exits until they were blocked by falling debris. Danny stared up at the fissures. The roof was going to collapse, and there was still no sign of a ghost!

Without thinking, Danny started pulling chunks of debris away from the doors. Dash, Val, and several other people joined in. Danny felt his ghost sense go off again and whipped his head around towards the gym. A large piece of the roof started falling with one final break.

The people in the middle of the gym braced for the impact or tried to run, but the impact never came. Floating above the crowd, one Daniel James Fenton held the massive piece of debris and gently set it down in an empty corner of the gym.

“Is everyone okay?” he asked and was met with quick nods. Looking through the new skylight in the gym, Danny spotted a very guilty looking ghost. The man floated up to meet their gaze.

“One night! I asked for one night off, and you decided to come and break regulations!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Phantom, sir, I didn’t realize you’d be here!” the ghost’s voice came out rather meekly.

“Whether or not I was here shouldn’t matter! We have rules for a reason,” Danny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Look, can I ask why you thought attacking a highschool reunion was a good idea?”

“I just wanted to test out my new earthquake powers!” the ghost responded. They must be pretty young if their core is still developing.

“Well how about this, you apologize to the people down there, and tomorrow we can find out a way to train your powers safely with less property damage.”

The ghost nodded and accompanied Danny down to the ruined gym. They made their apology before flying out the roof. The people watched the ghost fade from view before turning their attention to Danny. The man rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ah, yeah, I guess I’ve got some explaining to do,” and so the rest of the night was spent sharing the stories and adventures of Team Phantom, as well as other ghost related shenanigans.

After the night was over, Paulina caught Danny on his way out.

“Well, it looks like my invite worked out well after all,” she said before picking up the last name tag left on the table, “Here. We hope to see you and Phantom at our next reunion.” Danny smiled.

“I’m sure Phantom would love to make an appearance.”

Danny turned and rejoined his group. This was certainly a night to remember.

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Title: Late Night, Early Morning

Ship: Florian/Aster

Word Count: 1282 words

Summary: Florian and Aster have a sleepover, though their differing sleep schedules mean they both get a moment to themselves.

“-and the paint ended up getting *all* over my sheets.” Aster paused, their gaze traveling from the ceiling to Florian’s face. They had expected some sort of reaction, a noise of acknowledgment at least.

“Oh.” They lowered their voice to little more than a breath as they saw his closed eyes. Aster, as slowly as they could manage, scooted closer, turning over to lie on their stomach and rest their chin against his chest. The cool fabric of his silky pajamas against their face was welcome in the warm room. Frankly, it was entirely too warm for Aster’s taste, they much preferred a bedroom to have a bit of a chill, so that they could cocoon themself as many thick quilts as they could find.

It would’ve been a bit better if they opened the window, at least then there would be a breeze. Florian, however, had insisted that if they did so, their voices would travel, someone would hear them, and they’d be found out immediately. This was already quite the risk after all, for Aster to stay in Florian’s room for the night, and they needed to take all the precautions they could. It was a big step for them, and Aster would gladly deal with the temperature not being to their tastes if it meant making this all a little less nerve-wracking for Florian.

Emphasis on ‘a little less’, because Florian had still checked the door was locked at least a dozen separate times before finally lying down. At least now, while he slept, he finally looked completely relaxed, his halo hung lower, the light dimmed and barely shining over his pink hair. What a special treat it was, to see him in a way they’d never seen before… Aster couldn’t help but stare. Whenever they stared at him normally, he’d get flustered after just a few seconds and turn away. That was lovely in its own way, of course, but they treasured this opportunity to finally look for a bit longer.

They really thought that Florian must be the most handsome angel in all of Heaven. His long ears, currently pointing ever so slightly downwards as he slept, the many little freckles that covered his face, his pink hair, loose from his ponytail for once and spreading out over the pillows on both sides of his face… The shape reminded them of an egret orchid, the way it looked as though each individual strand was stretching out. Aster reached up, gently pushing the one lock of hair that never cooperated with the rest of his bangs back into place. Of course, it immediately fell right back to where it always sat in front of his face, as it always did.

They kept staring up at him, wanting to memorize every little detail well enough to draw him from memory. Without thinking, they gently traced along different parts of his face, their fingertips mapping out his jawline, the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones… In Aster’s mind, they were already putting a lovely painting together, and this was just understanding their subject three-dimensionally, knowing where best to place shadows and highlights. Only when Florian made a tiny noise, his eyebrows scrunching together for just a moment, did Aster snap out of their thoughts, pulling their hand away and smiling apologetically, though he couldn’t see it. They'd hate to wake him, he had to get up early tomorrow after all.

“Good night, Florian…”

Florian stirred awake as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the gap between the curtains. For a moment, he was ready to jump right into his normal routine, to get up and prepare himself for his usual knightly duties, when he realized he felt a strange pressure on his chest. That feeling made his mind fully wake up as he glanced down, being greeted by the most wonderful sight he could possibly ask for.

Aster was fast asleep on top of him, their cheek squished against his chest. They had their arms wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him like he was an oversized stuffed toy. Heat rushed to Florian’s cheeks, and he could feel his heartbeat accelerate, which he hoped Aster wouldn’t hear in their sleep. They looked so perfectly comfortable, so happy… Damn it, how was he supposed to get up for work? How could anyone ask him to end this moment?

Florian carefully adjusted the silk scarf wrapped around their head and made sure that their scrunchie was still in place, keeping all of their hair piled on top of their head. Once he was certain that it was all in order, that not a single curl would be crushed as they slept, he shifted ever so slightly, trying to get out from under Aster. This instantly earned a small whine and an even tighter grasp around him. …Well, he was trapped completely, he supposed. No way he could get out of that. Perhaps he could show up to work on time, instead of early, that wouldn’t be the end of the world, surely.

Florian decided to run a small test of sorts. “…You’re so cute.” He made his voice a quiet whisper, to assure that it would have absolutely no chance of waking Aster. The test was a success, that was… so much easier to say when they were asleep. He barely even felt his face growing red. If that was the case, then for just a bit, he would allow his emotions to take over, and the words to come out of him without thought.

“I love you so much. Meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I never knew I could feel like this, and all I want to do is to make you happy, to give you everything that you’ve given me. I hope we can be together like this, always.”

It was training, he told himself. Some day, some day he’d be a strong enough person to say all of it when Aster was awake without stammering or looking away. For now, this would do. He craned his neck downwards, an awkward angle, to place a kiss on their forehead, gently brushing some of their dangling hair out of the way in order to reach it.

They were unspeakably beautiful in this moment, as they were in all moments. The freckles dotted across their nose, their sunset color of their hair, their flushed cheeks, one of which was so adorably squished from sleeping on it… Every second that he loved them, they only grew more beautiful in his eyes. He only wished he had better words for it all, that he could so easily convey exactly how they made him feel.

How could something like this be forbidden? Something that only made the world shine brighter? Florian had never questioned the rules in his time as a knight before, only accepted them at face value. Things simply were the way they were, and they would remain that way for the rest of time. But, now he couldn’t help but think that if more angels felt love, then they could never enforce that rule again. After all, how could anyone go back once they’d felt this joy? Perhaps it was naive of him, to think that everyone would understand and accept it all if only they were in his shoes… But he wanted to believe that was the truth.

Glancing out towards the rising sun, Florian knew he was going to be late for work at this point. But, for once in his time as a knight, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care. All that he wanted to protect was right here, in his arms.