#CHRIST THIS IS GONNA BE TOUGH TO TAG

[justanothersquidblog]

Silly animatic ft Splatoon characters and my agents. We’re almost at the end of it all fellas! Happy Grand Fest and Big Run!

Song is Nicest Kids in Town from Hairspray!

[lunavrse]

DREAM GIRL

CHARLES LECLERC

summary ★ : charles decides to take a page out of justin bieber's book. let's see how that works out for him.

category ★ : smau.

notes ★ : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. everything is fake and unrealistic but thank you delusion. terrible flirting and the usual type of jokes/language you see on the internet.

me basically:

tagged: yourbestfriend

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youruser so proud of ﹫yourbestfriend, she absolutely killed it and even took some cool pictures of me💚🥂 new video coming 🔜

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yourbestfriend thank you for coming my love💚

youruser always😘

yourbestfriend it's not hard when you have such a gorgeous subject

youruser thank yewww

user6 stunning 😍

user12 you look amazing and ﹫yourbestfriend did fantastic!

user89 THE DRESS🤩

youruser i knowww, it's from meshki

user3 you're a beauty

user62 i need to know where the dress is from 🙏

youruser it's from meshki !

user56 can't wait to stare at the screen for the next few hours

user47 isn't her videos usually like 20~45 minutes?

user56 i know what i said

user1 oh !

user9 she did her big one😌

user11 pretty!

yourfriend serving face and body

youruser 🤍🤍🤍

user24 face card is lethal

user61 ﹫charles_leclerc

user60 ❤️🔥

user77 can we get a little commotion for the dress🗣️🗣️

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charles_leclerc who is she? if anyone knows, please tag her.

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user4 nah, this guy

user26 this is crazy.

user92 WHAT IS GOING ON ?!!?!!

user5 is this real? like am i actually seeing this?

user15 he's got to have been hacked

user25 ain't no way

user13 actively going insane thanks to this actually.

user8 giving me flashbacks to december 8th, 2015

user14 i've got ptsd 😭

user10 from what? the war?

user49 bros acting like they were in a war💀

user8 it was a tough time to be a jb fan 😭

user3 IM CRYING

maxverstappen1 is this who we are, is this what we represent??

user3 max is done💀💀

charles_leclerc i said i had a plan, not that it was a good one mate

user1 wish it was me he's looking for

user45 that's me!

user86 in your dreams maybe

user58 get over yourself<3

user20 ﹫youruser

user67 She's so pretty, I want to cry

user76 she's so pretty, i want her

user48 ^^two types of people

user93 my brother in christ, stand up!!!

user50 BRO FORGOT HE'S FAMOUS😭🔥🗣️

user07 he's just like me fr

user84 mans is moving mad📢

user100 this is embarrassing

user34 think im gonna be sick

user30 don't be so dramatic

user51 i don't blame her

user70 she's obviously the prettiest girl ever🙄

user68 ﹫youruser !

user97 that's me !

user59 I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now

user31 side eye

user29 who is she? she's stunning

user40 why is my fav youtuber in this picture

user46 iconic actually

user17 I know we can't see her face clearly, but she's serving

user21 i know her!

user37 what's her ﹫

user21 it's ﹫youruser, i follow her

user101 i want harry styles to do this but with me

user88 me too lol

user65 this is down bad behaviour

user201 thanks for ruining my day 👍

user248 it's giving wattpad vibes

user119 charles, look at me, this isn't you, think about the kids

user996 i was genuinely scared this was a hard launch

user123 alexa play that should be me

user8 how ironic

user147 ﹫youruser

user313 that's my girlfriend ﹫youruser

user05 praying for this girl cause the toxic charles fans, yikes😬

user000 gonna be delusional and pretend it's me 😁

user128 see i was so excited when i saw the notif and now i'm just 😐

user01 i cried when i saw this post btw

user306 imagine he posted a pic of asking who u are ﹫user43

user43 pls i would cry

user61 ﹫youruser

user007 idk and idc

user400 this is me if you even care

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youruser hello new people, where'd y'all come from?

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yourbestfriend do you not check your notifications or...

youruser you know i don't

user245 girl...

user4 im in love with you lol

user500 just came from ur yt video, i'm so glad you had fun at the event!

user16 so this is the girl my husband is leaving me for🥲

user04 charles leclerc in her likes😭😭😭 ooh i'm sick

user287 then you're not gonna like this... he's flirting w her

user04 just fell to my knees in despair

user61 so real for that last slide

user56 pretty😍

youruser tysm pretty girl🤎

user791 charles mfing leclerc posted you!?!!!

user792 charles mfing leclerc liked!!

user793 charles mfing leclerc commented!!!

friend3 let's kiss 💋

youruser 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾

user005 i too wish to kiss all the pretty girls

user800 idk what's going on rn but i loved your latest video, you and yourbestfriend were so cute and seeing you guys backstage together was sooo wholesome

user494 the part where they saw each other and started hyping each other up was my favourite

use712 her looking up a makeup tutorial 2 hours before she had to leave was so me

user55 he's in her likes y'all!

user942 thanks bud, i would never had noticed without u

user039 oh so she's dumb and ugly 😒

user44 and you're bitter and jealous...

user91 CHARLES LECLERC KNOWS YOU EXIST

use222 I wanna kiss you too 😞

user777 personally, i came from yt

user420 hi *louder than everybody else*

user311 what lip liner are you wearing babes?

youruser ﹫makeupbymario brown lip liner : )

user42 need a makeup tutorial!!!

charles_lerclerc my fault 🧍‍♂️

youruser i'll let it slide cause you're cute

charles_leclerc you think i'm cute? giggling, kicking my feet

youruser and blushing?

charles_leclerc mhmm, yeah

user0 THEY'RE FLIRTING!!!!

user456 deffo flerting

user942 YEAH?!???!!!!

user011 you guys know dms exist right???

user0 damn, i wanted to see this play out more 😭

user811 chill, my man is on this app

user35 she a baddie she know she a ten

user555 face card is never declining 😍

user411 do i want to date you or be you?

user87 so real!

user05 so we all saw them flirt right?

user942 yes😭

user28 STAY AWAY FROM HIM

user69 GET A JOB (directed to you user28)

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youruser day(s) n night(s)

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user103 nottt her trying to be sneaky👀

yourbestfriend am i seriously losing you to a MAN???

youruser 'm always urs pooks💚

yourbestfriend tell loverboy that

user656 charles' new nickname is 🔥

user48 the way charles was here in the first few minutes of her posting💀

charles_leclerc et le prix de la plus belle fille te revient [and the award for the most beautiful girl goes to you]

youruser merci beau garçon

user12 Them speaking French to each other is all that I'm thinking about rn.

user707 A YT MAN?!?!?! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!!!

user349 wish she was calling me a beautiful boy 😭

use117 i see you 4th slide, studious queen🤧

user824 charles try not to be a simp challenge

user107 level : IMPOSSIBLE

user41 ﹫user23 50 quid that's charles

user23 do you think i'm stupid?

user41 do you want an honest answer or?

user23 do you want to tell me your lastest test score or?

user41 ...

user23 yeah that's what i thought

user662 noooo pls don't be who i think it is

user35 she a baddie with her baddie friend(s)

user723 okay but the lashes ate💅🏾

user991 this is so weird, why are you posting him?

user75 you don't even know if that's him and you're already being defensive over a man who don't want you or even know you exist? don't pmo. get off her page!!!

user940 me when😔

user129 what about us?

user130 what about everything we've been through

user329 who is that man girl

user477 so are we just gonna ignore charles' comment or...

user452 just made me even more sure that it's him

user02 pretty girl<3

user170 if my future boyfriend don't bring me flowers on the first date, i don't want him🙅🏽‍♀️

user244 we get it, for some reason charles leclerc wants you😒

user311 ugh,,, the lip look always eats

user710 real, I'm obsessed

user536 is that charles?

user537 be serious, that is not happening

user539 ok 😐👍

user536 i actually can't be sirius, he's dead. hope this helps👍

user863 imagine that's not him and we're all just being crazy

user37 if that's not him, he's probably crying

user11 shittt, I would too, look at her

user29 he's probably the guy in the photos

user163 we all saw that interview right? it's definitely him

user288 yass, he looked so cute

user565 enough about charles, can we focus on how pretty she and her friends are??

user479 10s across the board fr

user504 I thought you were for the girls 😭

user716 i'm calling it now, that's a date w leclerc

user231 you look stunning 😍

user406 anyone noticed how he liked? he wouldn't do that if she went out on a date with someone else right?

user410 only everybody with eyes?

alex_albon yeah, no, he would be sobbing in a corner if that wasn't him

user410 ARIANA (Alex) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

use535 so he couldn't have fumbled, right....

user534 well...

user210 alex is just here to create chaos and honestly, i respect that

user73 please don't post your man again😒

user66 real!!! i come here to see you not him🥲

user711 love to see women getting treated right 😌

user385 slide 6 made me sick to my stomach

user858 he brought her flowers😫

user132 PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE

user705 that HAS to be him

user701 you never know, sometimes he is his own worst enemy

user898 did NOT 🚫❌ like this

user999 what if this was my last straw

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allthingsleclerc local (monégasque) man seen out with mystery woman who sources claim is yn

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user624 why is she still serving while blurred

user210 liked by pierregasly 🫣

user833 charles' friends are exposing him 💀

user0 that's definitely ﹫youruser

user04 serving cunt and he's there ig

user547 just becoz it's blurred doesn't mean you can't tell that it's her

user622 he looks miserable, he doesn't like her😭

user595 what? are you of sound mind?

lunavrse pls don't look too closely at the picture 😴

user923 What's the square root of 64?💅🏾

user700 they're just minding their business, why can't y'all do the same?

user674 it's a public place

user700 ☝️🤓 it's a pUbLIc PLaCe

user103 no bc they're lowk matching 😭

user933 it's so over😭😭

user72 that's so cute🥰 who wants to have a sleepover on the highway with me?

user33 that could just be a coincidence?

user172 i actually don't care but THAT DRESS, i need to know where she got it from

user32 oh ! i didn't realise that she was actually his type

user79 ... i wish there was a side eye emoji

user18 oh that's not-

user32 nonono in a sense that he usually dates like brunettes

use499 wdym, 'm pretty sure she is brunette?

user03 we know what you meant lol

user270 wish i could live in delusion

user320 he's probably paying for everything 🙄

user419 and? he's literally a millionaire, if he wants to spend his money on his (alleged) girlfriend let him. it's not your money

user232 girl, pipe down

user890 I don't see the problem?

user52 why do you assume that? do you know her financial situation? or you a close friend of either of theirs who knows what's going on? if the answer to these questions are no, shut the fuck up, thanks<3 peace and light to you.

user562 try not to say mother

user587 [failed]

user612 Why can't she stay away from him?

user258 why can't you mind yr business?

user718 first picture of them out together and they look great

user106 her rn: damn i'm the only bitch serving cunt here😭😭 omg😭 i'm so embarrassedd😭😭😭

user211 she should be at the club, not on gossip pages😭

user261 fuck she looks too good, i wanna kms

user211 real

user586 took a social media break and came back to this😃 great !

user404 i wanna say parents🤭

user648 this actually made my day

user446 Gonna sleep on the tracks tonight🥰

youruser and you're kenough for me❤️

charles_leclerc thank you barbie !

most beautiful barbie ever❤️

landonorris this ken's job is simp

charles_leclerc you'd be a simp too if you could actually date such a stunning woman but you can't 🫶

landonorris you're a cruel, cruel man

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youruser me gusta la mar🏖️

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yourbestfriend wish i was on a boat right now😔

youruser i literally invited you and you said no?

yourbestfriend i have to face unimaginable horror (work)

user12 that boat looks familiar

yourbestfriend you look stunning babes💚

youruser tysm, means the most coming from uuu pookie 💚

use501 forget about charles and give me one(1) chance pls

charles_leclerc me gustas tú

user779 SCREAMING

user784 chill, it's a song lyric

user779 yeah but have you heard the song???

charles_leclerc gorgeous view, and the sea looks good too i suppose

youruser my view was much better but thank you<3

charles_leclerc i doubt that. je pourrais te regarder pendant des heures sans jamais me lasser. [i could look at you for hours and never get bored]

user055 someone is coming for your smooth operator title ﹫carlossainz55

user964 Charles Rizzclerc???

yourbestfriend she's screaming btw

youruser no i'm not

yourbestfriend then why do i have a vn of you screaming?

charles_leclerc 😊

user96 it's quiet🤐... no back talk

user71 stay focused my brothers, we must stay focused

user53 i am looking respectfully, i promise

user131 when will someone tell me the things he says to her🙃

user677 everytime you post a picture my jaw drops

yourfriend oh my gorgeous coco butter melanated caramel skinned goddess, please notice me🙏🏾

youruser oh you've got jokes🤨

yourbestfriend GOODBYE😭 im showing this to ur man

yourfriend you really thought you did suttin🤣 he knows who he's dating😋

user22 I would sacrifice my favourite duck plushie for just one chance to be in your presence 🙇‍♀️

youruser that's so sweet yet so disturbing pls keep your plush safe

user22 Yes queen, whatever you say 🫡

user803 if you look close enough, you can see me drowning myself in the ocean 🤗

user70 forget vroom vroom boy n give a g(ay)irl a chance😫

user312 charles in his simp era

use314 love to sea it

user312 that's a terrible pun and i hate that i laughed

user2 you know who has a boat??? charles

user057 the way that you're actually glowing in these🫠

user717 i love the hat, it just kinda brings the whole thing together

lilymhe you look amazing! and i love the bikini!

youruser tysm🫶🏾 i love u!!!

user742 a friendship i never knew i needed

user335 Since when did Lily and Yn know each other??

user386 since they're both wags, it only makes sense

user360 but yn's not a wag

user386 yet

user109 hi lol

user634 her body is teaaa

user7 did someone say body-ody-ody-ody

user19 he can do so much better than you

user482 I know you want him but I can be so much better than him in so many ways, I swear, please please please please *begs excessively*

user888 Does Charles have her post notifications on or what?

user938 i'd say yes cause how else would he like her posts so fast

user064 the swimsuit is everythinggg

user229 it's giving hot girl summer ⛱️

user177 i could start a whole new ocean with the amount of tears i've cried

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charles_leclerc me gusta el viento

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user905 he knows exactly what he's doing

user200 Not him having the exact same meal picture as her

user080 let's talk about the matching captions

user621 most beautiful man I've ever seen

youruser me gustas tú

user331 Y'ALL ARE NOT SLICK

user331 in fact, you're both so sick for playing with us like this

user774 we know you like the wind, we've seen your hair

user405 jajajaja

user607 okay, you might have nibbled with this a little

user775 jail!!! do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars

user379 what she said wasn't even that bad nor untrue

youruser now THIS is a view. tu as ta place au louvre avec toutes les autres grandes œuvres d'art. (you belong in the louvre with all the other great works of art)

charles_leclerc oh ! thank you, i am so normal about you and this comment

pierregasly great, now he's glitching and going crazy in the group chat again

user2 AGAIN?!?

alex_albon spoiler alert ⚠️ he was not normal about this

user125 who blames him? not me. instead, i am insanely jealous

user457 WHY ARE THEY BOTH BREAKING OUT INSANE LEVELS OF RIZZ?

user508 oh he's so fine🤤

user933 the matching captions and matching replies,,, god I'm NOT your strongest soldier

user36 yesss king, give us beach!!!!

user078 well, boat but yes!!!

user649 he said im speeding up the soft launch

user573 by 0.25x speed

user649 at least it's something?

user378 honestly i will take these crumbs instead of absolutely nothing

user269 i LOVE crumbs 🤤 mmhmm😋

user120 is really considered a soft launch when they make comments like THAT?

user801 someone sedate me, im unwell🤒

user903 he's trying to thirst trap us into ignoring the 4th slide

user754 well it's working😫

user028 charles!!! te amo 😘

user753 gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure like a rat/mouse with a giant block of cheese

user136 One like and I'll drown myself.

user112 why did you like it🤨

user136 Damn Nessa, mind ur business😐, why did YOU🫵🏽 like it?

user388 them posting sea/boat pics on the same day? THEY'RE TOGETHER

user33 hear me out, it could be a coincidence

user388 *shakes you violently* HOW MANY COINCIDENCES DO YOU NEED

user770 i think we're focusing a little too much on the wrong thing here

user911 if i said what i was thinking, i'd be banned from this app.

user762 can't wait to see you at the next race! praying for a podium finish🙏!

user63 Who are you taking pictures of Charles???

user894 Gee that's a tough one/s

user720 he didn't really think we'd ignore the 4th slide

user402 i am here to do some good ole fashion SLUT shaming🗣️📢

user309 Love them trying to out-compliment each other

user61 he has such a gorgeous smile

user7 actual post of you and ﹫youruser when?

user633 nobody wants to see that

use105 speak for yourself

user708 😍😍

user808 i don't know who's luckier, her or him

user809 both, both is good

user007 hope you're having fun destroying my heart😭😭

user169 charles please, please, do you need a dog because i swear i can bark. in fact i am barking and drooling violently rn

user196 you really get me

user45 he's taking pictures of me y'all 🫶🏼

user502 🥵🔥

user19 you can do so much better than her, i promise

user67 i cried a little when i saw your post of her was still up

user64 I feel like a Victorian man™ seeing a woman's ankle for the first time 😵‍💫

user664 feeling like how teachers think boys feel when seeing a girl's shoulders

user325 don't forget to keep applying sunscreen!

user04 he's so pretty, i'm sick to my stomach.

user758 he tryna kill people i swear

user99 honestly, i think he looks so at peace/happy and i'm grateful for that

user74 you're honestly ruining my life by not being mine 😭😭😭

user981 that looks like too much food for 1 person

user523 that's because im with him🤗

user296 screaming, crying, throwing up, banging my head against the wall, wailing like a banshee.

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charles_leclerc play all mine by brent faiyaz

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user39 just fell to my knees in a Walmart

youruser this is not the soft launch we agreed on mon bijou

charles_leclerc just wanted to show you off mon ange

youruser oh !

user505 ALL MINE BY BRENT FAIYAZ!??!! oh it's really over 😭

landonorris can't even get picture creds for the 4th slide

user444 you didn't even get a reply 💀 everybody point 🫵🏼 and laugh

landonorris just looked at your bio and it says ln4, i really is your own fans😞

user528 can't believe she invented green 😮‍💨

user553 them in the photobooth, fuck, is it hot🥵🥵 in here orrr

youruser who is she???

charles_leclerc oh you know, just the love of my life

youruser kicking my feet, smiling SO hard right now. je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime.

charles_leclerc je t'aime encore plus mon ange❤️ (i love you even more my angel)

user378 The launch we've been waiting for

user957 the way they're looking at each other, parting my hair with a knife 🤪

youruser you're obsessed with me

charles_leclerc well, yes! am i not supposed to be??

user39 no shame in admitting it, i respect that🤷🏽‍♂️

user291 serving cunt like she got a master's degree in cuntology from servington universitea

user239 charles, can you fight because i feel like i'm gonna steal your girl

charles_leclerc ... you have five seconds to delete this🙂

user805 If I speak...

user806 charles would probably block you

user575 charlessss i can make you happier, trust me

youruser no, i don't think i will

user575 my bad girl, didn't think you'd see this.

maxverstappen1 you guys are so sickening, please get a room

charles_leclerc who even invited you???

youruser wow max, i thought you liked us

maxverstappen1 YOU DID

maxverstappen1 not enough to watch you both be so touchy sorry

yourbestfriend my stunning girl💚

charles_leclerc i think you mean, MY girl

yourbestfriend i'm not arguing with you, ﹫youruser please come get your man

youruser i think 'm gonna stay out of this...

user332 when will someone post me to my fav brent faiyaz song🫤

user333 manifesting getting posted to stay down 🕯️🙏🏾🕯️🙏🏾🕯️🙏🏾

user334 my wedding song frfr😩

user018 why did daddy's home start playing 🛐

user12 FINALLY

user618 is your girlfriend single?

charles_leclerc read that first part again for me

user466 KHCJTSURS 5HE HARED LAWNCH

user540 not one word spelt correctly, open the schools!!!

user843 who is cutting onions😭😭???

user785 HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

charles_leclerc feeling really blessed 🙏🏻

user912 this is so unserious 💀

user440 love love love 😘

user54 love a black woman from infinity to infinity!!!

user113 in the words of dove cameron, i could be a better boyfriend than him. trust🙏🏾

user53 NOOOO YN come back to meeee!!!

charles_leclerc i think she's good here, next to me

user17 can't breathe!!!

user17 hottest gf alive

user17 she looks too good i can't breathe 🫠

user27 showed this to my therapist and she's finally gonna let me kill myself

user065 to be shown off like this,,, i beg

pierregasly the fact that we were together in the last slide...

charles_leclerc but is this a friend group hard launch?

user513 call this hard launch an ugly twink the way it cannot be topped

use488 CALL IT WHAT NOW🎤🎤

user83 the wording is CRAZY

user48 not Charles beefing with everyone in love w his girl💀💀

user259 just bought a whole house with the 1st pic. her face card is insane

user613 kissin the screen😙

charles_leclerc kissing her👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

youruser ok that's enough

user613 oooohhhh you got scolded 🫵

user6 LETS GO TO PARIS😋

user084 the audacity to use that emoji, ijbol

user40 i hate you

user40 i'm sorry that was jealousy speaking, so happy for you❤️

user069 i - no words

user675 charles, I heard she throws rocks at orphans

charles_leclerc i'm not an orphan but she can hit me😊

arthur_leclerc NO SHAME😭

youruser i do not throw rocks at children, ﹫charles_leclerc hi

user675 yeah, i lied but he's something...

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youruser think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else...

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user73 didn't i say don't post your man 🥲

charles_leclerc who is that guy?

youruser he's just this guy i'm hopelessly in love with

charles_leclerc he's very lucky❤️

youruser we both are❤️

user23 we all know who it is girl🤣🤣🤣

charles_leclerc i can't believe you didn't post a single picture of me where my face is visible 😪

youruser i hate you, you know we agreed on the soft launch

charles_leclerc you hate me? so enemies to lovers😏

youruser 🤦🏾‍♀️

user704 she's so mean to him, what does he even see in her

user202 you know there's this thing called banter and he's a grown man who can make his own decisions?

user525 can't wait for the future videos of her at any of the grand prix races

user4 he's got a grip on you in every picture i've seen of y'all together so far, like chill lil bro, she's not gon run away🤣🤣🤣

user206 he's actually just like me bc if she was my girl...

yourbestfriend the best launch because we don't have to see his face

user180 ur so real ily

yourbestfriend jokes, but I'm happy for you both💚

youruser love you💚

user16 i'm so😭 happy😭 for you😭 both😭

user444 lover gyal era!

user407 must be nice to young, sexy and in love

youruser it really is🥰

user350 do y'all need a third, a dog, a maid, or anything really because i can do it all!

user110 shattered.

user12 feeling giddy asf like i'm the one who got posted😵‍💫

user61 you two look great together😊

youruser thank you aoife🤎

user61 you KNOW MY NE?$?$?_? SHE KNOWS MY NAME JEJEJEJ IM SCREAKING

user08 lord, i see what you've done for others 🙏🏼

user940 when will it be me.(with you)

charles_leclerc never, not even in the next thousand lifetimes 🤣

user838 CHARLES???

user839 OHMYDAYS?!?!

user516 the rope in my backyard looks so tempting

user133 I love k. so much

user48 feet? for free? in this economy?

lilymhe leave him for me, let's run away together💒

youruser packing my bags 🛍️

charles_leclerc ﹫alex_albon please come get your girlfriend

alex_albon lily... what is this

lilymhe as the saying goes, never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your wife

charles_leclerc NOT MY GIRLFRIEND THO

youruser boooo tomato tomato tomato i'm throwing tomatoes🍅🍅🍅

charles_leclerc mon ange???

user909 lily was cooking ♨️🍳

user102 remember everyone, he is NOT a mountain, he CAN be moved!

user00 Donatella VERSACE💜

user6 i love the eiffel tower

user315 because you're parisian, right????

user57 i don't think that's the reason💀💀

user510 do you want another boyfriend?

user204 i just think it really weird that you're not posting his face when he literally posted multiple pictures of you on his account, like what are you hiding?

user832 i think it's weird that you don't know how to mind your own business? like it's crazy that you think you're entitled to a reason. this is her account to do what she wants with it, even if she posted him, you'd complain. so please, just shut up.

user278 not my boyfriend having the audacity to steal my girlfriend from me🫤

user98 honestly if I looked like her, i would not know how to act

user122 facts

landonorris what is with you and your boyfriend not giving credit for pictures i take???

youruser this isn't about you right now🫶🏾

user444 at least you got a response this time

landonorris again, for someone who has ln4 in their bio, you sure like to bully me

user444 you think this is bullying? i can actually bully you if you want

landonorris no, i'm good👋🏻

user303 that one girl was right about you liking the wind a lil too much

user926 yeah this is cute and all but can i land this backflip off a cliff?

user376 those flowers are so pretty 🤍🎀

user401 driving home in the wrong lane tonight🤣

user527 the way i was right the whole time and now my friend owes me money 🥰

user830 you guys are such a cute couple

user010 this would have been such a good soft launch dump of we didn't see his hard launch 😅

youruser added to their story.

user09 posting a man to MITSKI?! oh it's serious, ur actually down horrendous

yourbestfriend hard launching on ur story when you soft launched in a post is crazyyyy🤣🤣

youruser hard launching when i see a ring 🤗

nah, im kidding but if they want to see him, go to his profile🤷🏾‍♀️

yourbestfriend IKTR 💅🏾

user215 now my man's gonna expect me to post him on my story like this😑 but i forgive you queen 🙄

landonorris finally made it in a post!

youruser finally you can stop complaining 🫶🏾

landonorris why are you and charles so mean to me

youruser because you deserve it, hope this helps🙌🏾

francisca.cgomez double dating with you was so fun! can't wait to do it again 💞

youruser yes! gonna go bother charles to make plans for another one soon 😁

user121 the sun drawing around ur eyes🥲 crying, that's so effin cute

yourfriend not you being all sentimental with the daniel caesar song AND the puzzle pieces

youruser damn, can't even do something nice🧍🏾‍♀️ see if i post you again

yourfriend you're so dramatic pookie

user531 the bear and the flowerss, please where can i get man like that😖

user479 so many gorgeous girls🥰

user06 glad you're surrounding yourself with people who make you happy and bring out this lovely light 🤎

yourfriend2 when the plans finally make it out the group chat🙌🏾🎉

youruser love that for us🤧 but i swear getting stuck in that elevator made me reconsider all my decisions leading up to that moment

yourfriend2 the 1st hour wasn't that bad tho

yourfriend3 we will never be free🙁

youruser please shut up😭😭

yourfriend3 no bc you didn't listen when dr umar said "SNOW BUNNIES NEVA🙅🏾‍♀️❌"

youruser i do not see it🧘🏾‍♀️

𖦹 𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⠀⠀𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⠀⠀𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⠀⠀𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𓂃 𖦹

⤷ end note ‧ ★ : halfway through making this i went "hmm, this should be a lando smau" but then i continued doing this. it posted like 5 times which freaked me out and was supposed to be done ages ago but yeah. also french is from deepl. enjoy.

[haunted-headset]

🤍 Did You Just Flinch? 🤍

Summary: You flinched when he yelled at you.

word count: 761

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: cursing, arguing, use of Y/N, you/yours pronouns used, reader flinches, hurt/comfort, Wilbur being kind of a dickhead, mentions of past abuse, use of a pet name at the end

a/n: hey guys! Quick little story: I watched a video that was basically Wilbur getting mad for like 3 or so minutes, & the first clip was Wilbur pretending to be angry at someone who was interviewing him, & Wilbur yells very loudly & I flinched & I thought "that's a banger idea for a fic, good job, me!" so yeah!! :) here's the video if you wanna see

You & Wilbur both had terrible days. You didn't get a wink of sleep because of work & stress, & the entire week, you two were snippy with each other. You didn't blame him for any of it; he was stressed, & he was tired. Today, however, you were a little angry with him for it. You two had been extra snippy last night & had an argument, & that led to Wilbur choosing to sleep on the couch, & he didn't give you your good morning kisses & hugs when he left for the studio. He just said muttering a goodbye. Not once, in all of the years of dating you, did he ever not kiss you before he left. Even if you were screaming at him the night before or you were both pissed off at each other, he'd still do it.

When you finally got home from work, you found Wilbur sitting at his desk in the office, a mug of coffee next to his laptop. He was tapping his foot repetitively & he looked tired. His hair was tousled & his eyelids were drooping. You walked over to grab the coffee mug & he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you.

"I'm still drinking that," he sighed.

"Hello to you too," you replied. He sighed again. "I'm just refilling your coffee for you."

"I didn't ask you to do that," he snapped. "I can do it myself."

"What is your issue today?" you said, somewhat annoyed.

"What's my issue?!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "What's your issue?! You've been such an ass to me this week! You're not making the stress any fuckin' easier!"

"Neither are you!" you said, your voice also raising. "You're being an ass, too! A massive one!"

"Oh, j--FUCK OFF!" he said, now yelling. "Fuck off! You think--you just sat there thinkin' you're tough shit, didn't you, fuckin' wanker?"

You froze. He's never yelled at you like that before.

"I-I can leave & let you be if you want--" you started in a small voice.

"Oh, so you're just fuckin' dumping me now?!" he shouted. "Is that what you're doing?! You're trying to break up with me?! What a fuckin' load of bollocks!"

"No no no no!" you said, still using that soft voice. "I-I was just going into another--"

"What, are you gonna try & cheat on me?!" he yelled, somehow getting louder. "Is that what this is, you fuckin' wanker?"

"Not at all!" you said quietly. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of--"

"SPEAK UP!" he nearly shrieked as he raised his hand. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

You flinched & covered your head as you shook & were on the verge of tears. He was most likely going to hit you. That's what the last few did.

Wilbur froze. He lowered his hand & looked at you with shock. Tears began to fill his eyes.

"Did you just flinch?" he said, almost a whisper. "Love, I--I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never."

You didn't say anything. You just sobbed.

"Oh my God, darling," he whispered, his voice cracking. He moved your hands away from your face & wrapped his arms around your waist as he took in the sight of your trembling lips & tearful eyes.

"I'm not like him, love," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I would never even dream of hurting you, okay? I'm so sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have yelled."

& you broke down in his arms as he buried your head in his chest & let out a few small cries of his own. You both mumbled apologies to each other constantly as you hugged each other like your lives depended on it. Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style & placed you on the bed.

"Wait right here, okay?" he said, brushing the hair away from your face. "I'm going to run the store."

He came back a few moments later with a full grocery bag. When you opened the bag, you saw your favorite snacks, drinks, candy, a plushie, & a pair of slippers.

"Wil, this is too much--" you started. He cut you off with a gentle kiss.

"Nothing is too much for my sunflower," he smiled. "Now, what movie do you want to watch?"

For the rest of the night, you two watched your favorite movies & TV shows, & when it was time to go to bed, you two cuddled & talked & giggled with each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

[bunnyksj]

Can you do a free use or mean dom! Yoongi and then it cute to both of y’all being cute and giggly and aftercare and in love with each other :3

Converse High - MYG x Reader

Summary: You wanna spend time with Yoongi, but hes so busy, but even when hes working he always has time to put you in your place (>w<) 

Author’s Note: TYSM FOR UR REQUEST !!!, i hope you liked it lol, i love mean dom yoongi cries, more requests and fics coming (^o^)

TAGS: smutty smut (MDNI), mean!dom!yoongi, lowkey highkey brat tamer yoongi, bratty!reader, slight sir kink i guess, no willy wrapping, creampies, light choking, PWP,   degradation, he marks you up 🗣️,spanking, HES WEARING RINGS GUYS, softy yoongi at the end RAHH, bro acts all tough but he's really not. 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k 

“Cmon, baby..” He whispers huskily in your ear, gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I have to open you up for me.”

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　° 

If there was one thing you loved more than anything, it was pushing Yoongi over the edge. Flashing an innocent smile whilst you ran your hands over his chest whilst he tried to work. Kneeling between his legs, feeling him up. He thought you knew better by now, but how could you quit when being punished is so much fun! Feeling his hands grip your waist until it left pretty bruises, him ramming into you until you gushed all over the sheets, his leaving red marks all over your ass. How could you not play with him every once in a while? 

“Yoongi!” You called. “I’m so bored…how much longer are you gonna be working for.” 

You pouted, Yoongi had promised to watch your favorite movie with you when he finished working. It's been 2 hours since he said that!! All your snacks are already gone, and your friends are all far too busy to be texting you. What is his issue anyways? Can’t he put his girl first for once? 

“I told you, angel. I’m nearly done, can’t you just be patient?” 

Who was he to tell you to be patient? You’ve literally have already waited 2 fucking hours for him to get his damn ass up and join you for christ sake! Sighing, you walked back to your shared bedroom, when your eyes lit up. It was time to take matters into your own hands. 

Who could blame you really? The light pink, lingerie dress was Yoongi’s favorite. The cute bow on the front and tight material that hung to your curves like a glove, it drove him crazy everytime. It wasn’t your fault you happened to walk by his office, the lingerie hugging your ass perfectly, the thin fabric only slightly covering your backside. You didn't ask him to look at you. Or follow you into the bedroom. 

“What’s wrong Yoongi? I thought you had work to do?” You smirked softly, playing with the end of the dress, batting your lashes innocently. 

He stares down at you, his eyes darkening and roaming over your body. 

“You wanna see what happens to dirty sluts like you?”

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

The feeling of his fingers playing with your entrance brings you back to reality. Softly needing and playing with your sensitive flesh, stroking your clit. You whine softly, leaning into his touch. 

“Bend over my lap, sweet angel.” He whispers softly, like he was asking you to dance and not spank you until your ass is raw and red. 

“Yes sir.”

You obeyed, crawling over to his lap, laying down on your chest, your pretty ass in the air for him. Slowly, he peels your panties off, a small smirk forming on his lips. His hand softly caresses your delicate skin, he pulls his hand back, ready to strike. 

“You’re gonna be a good girl and count for me, right princess? Ten slaps, okay?” 

“Mhm…” You said softly, bracing for impact. 

His hands slap against your ass, his rings already leaving marks on your skin. He soothingly rubs the skin, before getting ready for the next slap. 

“O-one..thank you, sir.” 

He brings his hands down again. And again. And again. Marking your soft skin with his hands, leaving red marks all over your pretty ass, his rings only heightening the intensity of his spanking, leaving deep marks on your backside. 

“N-nine…” 

He slaps your ass even harder, the metal rings leaving a lingering sting. “Go on.” 

“N-nine, thank you sir.” 

He smirks softly, his hand raising for the final time, slapping hard against your ass. 

“Ten..” You whimper “Thank you…sir..” 

He rubs your ass soothingly, caressing the tender skin that's been all marked up by his firm hands. 

“Good girl, now lay on the bed angel. Gonna fuck you so good…you’re already dripping and wide open, so ready for me aren’t you?” 

He says, against your ear, his voice low and serious. He gives you a light shove, throwing your legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with your entrance. His tip rubs against your sensitive folds, sending shivers up your spine. 

“Yoongi, please…need you so bad sir..” 

“Yeah, my little princess wants to be fucked like a cheap whore? Want me to claim this slutty pussy, fill it up with my thick cum?” 

You nod, whining, rubbing your hips to meet his. He growls raspily, slowly sliding himself inside you, filling you to the brim. His thick cock rubs against your walls, tip hitting your sweet spot so good it already has you seeing stars. 

“Such a fucking slut, dripping from a few spanks huh? You wanna be fucked baby, beg for it, little brat.” 

His hands slide up your chest, reaching your throat, softly gripping. It doesn't choke you fully, but you feel the pressure of his firm hands against your throat, the cool metal  of the rings against your flushed skin causes you to flinch slightly, but you don't dare pull away. He moves his hips more rapidly, slamming into yours, lewd wet sounds filling the room around you. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. Such a little brat, always begging to be fucked, huh? You like being a little cumdump?” 

You nod pathetically, your body slamming against his, your breasts bouncing in sync with his thrusts lewdly. Your vision blurring slightly, only just able to make out his slight smirk, looking down on you with lust-filled eyes, licking his lips. 

“You look so damn good, all fucked out, can’t even think huh?” 

You whimper desperately, drooling slightly. “Yoongie~” 

You fuck yourself into him, barely able to form coherent words, just spewing out whines and babbles of his name, crying out in pleasure. He continues to fuck his thick cock into you, filling you so deep. 

“F-fuck..Yoongie…can feel you here…” You say breathless, between moans, your hand brushing over your stomach. 

“Yeah..you feel how deep I am baby? How fucking good it feels to have me claim you? You love it right? Love being my good girl, my sweet little slut.” 

“Y-yes! I love it..wanna be yours Yoongie.” 

“Yeah, pretty slut. Gonna let me fill this cunt up right? Fill you up so well?” 

“Mhm~! Please..cum in me..” You cry, arching up to meet his thrusts. 

“Such a good girl…” He growls deeply in your ear, his cock twitching before filling you to the brim with thick cum. He bites at your neck, leaving pretty marks all over you as he spills his seed inside your tight hole, riding out his high. 

You whine loudy, throwing your arms around Yoongi's shoulders as you cry out his name, digging your nails into his back as you clench around him, cumming all over his cock. Your lips meet his in a messy kiss, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your orgasms. 

Yoongi falls onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your marked neck. He inhales, taking in the scent of your perfume and sweat, the scent of your arousal still lingering. He smiles softly, brushing the hair away from your face. 

“You’re so pretty, angel. Love you so much..” He says softly, kissing your cheek gently. 

You giggle, face still flushed, snuggling into his arms, throwing your arms around his neck, feeling his warm embrace comfort and soothe you. “Love you too, Yoongie. But goddamn, there's no way I'm walking tomorrow.” 

He smiles, laughing softly into your neck, his arms resting on your waist, holding you firmly against his chest. “Looks like I’m gonna have to take care of you then, pretty baby, how about we watch that movie you wanted yeah?” His hands move to squish your cheeks softly, placing a kiss on your delicate lips. 

You smirk softly, eyes lighting up. You always knew how to get what you wanted. 

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 01

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf (let me know if you wish to be tagged)

Mike sat in the passenger seat of Leff's 1970 Chrysler Newport which he treated like the child he always wanted. He was pissed to have been dragged out of bed so early to sit in the Train station parking lot. He had no idea who they were picking up or why he had to be with him but he was annoyed and tired.

"You're gonna need to get in the backseat." Leff said without looking at him.

"The fuck for?" Mike looked over at Leff who narrowed his eyes at him.

"Because I'd rather not watch Y/n embarrass you this early in the morning." He explained. Mike knew very little about this person they were picking up. He knew that they worked for Leff and just returned from doing an import run.

"He can sit in the backseat just fine." Mike laughed but when he felt Leff's gaze on him, he looked over at him.

"Are you fucking serious? I'm already comfortable, why do I have to move just because of them?" Mike whined.

"You sound like a fucking child." Leff groaned.

"You treat me like a fucking child." Mike argued. Leff rolled his eyes and continued to puff on a cigarette watching for this person to make their appearance.

"What's so special about this guy? I mean you made me take a fucking Uber from the airport when I got here but we're picking this guy up at the train station?" Mike asked curiously.

"Y/n works harder than you ever thought about working." Leff kept his eyes on the platform and Mike rolled his eyes.

"Y/n isn't a guy either so be respectful. Did your mother teach you any fucking manners?" Leff asked with frustration. Mike let out a laugh.

"So what? You fucking her?" Mike asked with his eyebrow up. Leff gave him a death glare before Mike put his hands up and got in the back seat mumbling about never getting any respect.

"Okay so this chick...what does she do exactly? I mean is she like Sicky? Is she like me, a runner?" Leff snorted.

"A runner? That's what you call yourself? She's not like either of you because she doesn't need a fucking job title to earn money." Leff explained.

"She's also off limits so don't even think about being cute with her, she'll cut your dick off before I even get a chance to slap you around for being an idiot." Leff pointed at him in the rearview with a warning.

"So you are fucking her?" Mike pressed and Leff swatted at him but he put his hands up.

"Jesus Christ! I'm just curious. What's her deal? Why am I not allowed to even ask about her?" Mike was getting irritated with how uptight Leff was being.

"She used to work for a nightclub that one of my competition works out of. I was fucking a few of her coworkers but she had reached out to me about your mom once." Mike's attention was piqued.

"What do you mean?" Mike pressed.

"When your mom was trying to get her fix, she would go to places like that and try and score. Y/n kept an eye on her for me but her boss wasn't too happy about it...tried to have her dealt with." Leff explained.

"But she works for you now? How did that pan out?" Mike was confused.

"Technically I paid a fee to take her out of the night club. The club boss didn't care, my competition still tries to make moves to bring her back into the fold over there." Leff shook his head.

"How can you trust someone who worked for the competition?" Mike asked and caught Leff's gaze in the mirror again.

"She got her ass nearly cut into pieces for getting your mom out of a deal gone wrong. I saved her life, got her out of that assholes crew. She doesn't have to suck dick or get her ass beat over here. She's worked her ass off and has never said no to a tough task. She's the best worker I got." Leff wanted Mike to know the situation with Y/n and how important she was to his team. She was a trustworthy person and had even known his mom. Mike really wanted to ask her about his mom but he knew Leff would probably shut that down.

It was still something that was too hard to talk about.

"There she is. Keep your dumbass comments to yourself or I'll kick your ass." Leff popped the trunk as she approached and she tossed two large duffels into the trunk before climbing into the car. Mike was surprised she was so attractive. He knew she once worked at a nightclub but she had naturally beautiful features.

"Who's Brokeback Mountain?" Y/n tossed her thumb to the backseat.

"Oh fuck off." Mike groaned in annoyance.

"That's my nephew, Mike. He's apart of the team now." Leff started to drive and Y/n turned back to look at him.

"Is this a permanent look or are you going through a phase of sorts where you like to suck dick?" Y/n asked with a smirk.

"You're one to talk with lips like that. Are you going for New York homeless or DC prostitute?" Mike fought back.

"Mike!" Leff growled but Y/n laughed.

"Oh he's going to be fun. I like him already." She turned in the seat and extended her hand.

"Y/n, I will absolutely be ripping you to shreds verbally on the daily." She smiled brightly and Mike felt a little part of him melt a little before taking her hand and shaking it.

"Mike and I look forward to going toe to toe with you any day sweetheart." He shook her hand and she flicked his cowboy hat.

"So does the hat get you any pussy?" Y/n asked curiously and Mike smirked.

"Why? You want to get in line?" He teased making Y/n laugh.

"This one is going to be trouble, you know that right?" She looked over at Leff who glared at her.

"Don't encourage is dumbass behavior. It will get him killed." Leff gritted.

"He'll be okay. You know Sicky and I will take good care of him." She tried to reassure and Mike was curious as to the touch she gave Leff's shoulder. Maybe she was into Leff? He needed to talk to her and get her story before he let himself get too interested in her.

"So you knew my mom?" Mike asked abruptly and the care grew silent. She looked over her shoulder and nodded at him.

"I did. She talked about you a lot....I'm sorry how things ended." Y/n looked at him with remorse and he wasn't expecting her to look so effected by the mention of her. He made a note to ask her about what she knew when Leff wasn't around.

"Are we done making friendship bracelets and braiding each others hair" Leff asked breaking up the silence.

"Don't' be jealous Leff. We can get you a cowboy hat if you want." She openly teased Leff and her glared at her. There was so much about her Mike wanted to know.

[spidercookie18]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Talks of manipulation, mentions of loss of family, death , hunting a p3do, mild gore, mild claustrophobia, mild nudity, smoking, scenting, marking, use of magic, use of y/n, afab, use of she/her, I aged the boys up because I personally don't like them as teens. Warnings: This chapter discusses toxic behavior, survivor mindset, death. Summary: Y/N tries to leave for work, and David's toxic behavior rears its ugly head. Word Count: 8.4k Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Seven

Sunlight began trickling in through the cave. The gentle rays slowly rousing your sleeping form. You stirred, naked, spare for the blanket lain across your body. A dull ache throbbed in your lower half, and you smiled at the memories that played through your mind.

A soft buzzing on the ground let you know there was a message you needed to attend to. You tried to roll over off your back, to find your phone and see what the message was but were held down by something heavy around your waist. Scratch that, you weren’t naked, there was a vampire draped across your body.

David’s arm was across your stomach, and his leg across your thighs. You squirmed under his weight; you hadn’t noticed till now how his limbs pushed your body into the mattress. You looked down at his arm and leg strewn across your naked form, he was still fully clothed, you never understood why he refused to undress. 

But this fully clothed monster lover of yours had you trapped under him. You tried to pull your arm out from beneath his; he was heavier than you’d expected him to be. You curled your arms up to grab at his arm and tried to pull him off, no dice. The smell of the stale iron blood on his coat began wafting through your nose.

“David,” you spoke softly, trying to get him to wake up, but he continued to snore quietly. The itchy wool rubbing against your skin as you tried to move him. “David,” you patted his arm, like you were tapping out, “David?”

No response.

You wiggled your shoulder trying to push him off with your elbow, but you couldn’t get his arm to move. You shifted your hips side to side, trying to get unstuck from your suction cup mate. You were starting to panic, the feeling of being trapped settling in your bones.

“David. Get. Off,” you grumbled, flailing against the bed.

You huffed, “fuck!”

You’d managed to pull one arm free from him, and slowly forced his arm to slide down your body and off of you. “Christ, David, how much do you weigh?”

With both arms free now, you sat up and pushed his leg down your lower half. You panted, trying to calm down from your claustrophobic experience. Hot, and beginning to sweat, you rolled over, trying to get out of the bed.

“Mmmm, no.” David mumbled, throwing his arms around you, pulling you close and back against his chest.

“David,” you whined, “let gooooo.”

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbled into your back, not opening his eyes.

You growled in frustration. “David, too tight,” you complained.

“Tough,” his arms wrapped tighter around you, nuzzling his face against your skin, his beard scratching you gently.

You coughed, “I gotta breathe,” you wheezed out.

“Uugh,” David groaned, easing his hold on you, throwing his leg back around your hips, like you were his living body pillow.

You gasped at the crisp air being let into your lungs.

“Stop being dramatic,” David griped.

You were pressed flush against his chest; one of his arms under your armpit, the other over your ribs, and they met in the middle, closed around you. You made soft noises, like high pitched grunts and whines as you struggled against his hold.

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna have to deal with it.” David mumbled behind you. You could feel his hand wander to your breast and grope it through the sheet.

You let out a squeak when you realized what he was talking about; the thing that was poking your ass.

He chuckled, “atta girl,” he sleepily peppered kisses along your shoulder and back. You could feel a soft rumble coming from him, like a gentle vibration through your body.

“Are you…” you tried to turn your head to look at him, “purring?”

“What of it?” He snapped, an agitation growing in his voice.

“Didn’t know y’all could do that,” you wiggled yourself closer to his chest, “I like it,” you hummed. You pressed a kiss to your fingers, then pressed the fingers to his hand.

He purred louder, and you smiled.

You could feel the purring in every inch of your body, all the way to your feet and back. After a short while, you felt the vibrations die down, becoming gentler and gentler with each passing minute.

You let him fall back asleep before you tried to get your phone again. You reached your hand over the edge of the bed, and waggled your fingers at the tote strap till you could pull it close enough to grab the bag. You rifled around in it till you reached your phone. You had a new notification. It was 4 in the afternoon, much too early for any of the boys to be awake.

** New Message: 8 Hours Ago**

“Ugh,” it was work. You swiped the screen up and unlocked the phone to read your message. You sighed and tapped on the screen to respond. David felt you moving around again, and he pushed the phone out of your hand.

“David,” you scoffed, annoyed at him, “knock it off.”

“You knock it off,” he grumbled, “go back to sleep.” He pushed your phone into the mattress and away from you.

You jutted your shoulder back to push him off and grabbed your phone to finish typing your message. “It’s work, give me a sec.”

“No.” He batted the phone with his hand, “sleep,” he fussed.

“David, seriously,” you adjusted your hold on the phone, your tone sterner now.

He groaned and you continued to tap on the screen, quickly reading the details and sending out a few messages to confirm order and pick up.

You tapped on the photo and snorted. “Just great,”

“Hmm?” David hummed against your back.

“Someone wants a damn werewolf.”

“The whole thing?”

“Yeah, guess it’s some guy on city council.” You angled the phone over your shoulder to show David the picture, “you know him?”

David opened his eyes and grabbed the phone to inspect the picture, his arm leaving from around your waist. “Nah,” he continued to look at the photo, “wait, actually yeah.” He pulled his other arm out from under you. David laid on his back looking at the photo. “Guy likes to hang around playgrounds, if you know what I mean.” He looked at you, giving a look of disgust.

“Me and the boys have had our eye on him for a while, but he’s always got an entourage with him. Fucker got a whiff of us once a while back and we haven’t been able to get close to him since.”

“Gross,” you said, motioning with your hand that you wanted the phone back from him, “but that does kinda help me.” 

“Hold on,” David started tapping on your phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting my number in your phone.” You watched as he took a picture of the both of you. Your messy hair, smudged makeup, and sleepy look against his chest as he smiled.

“Hey that’s a bad picture,” you spoke, protesting how you looked.

“S’fine,” he continued to tap on the screen. When he was satisfied, David let you take it and you looked at what he saved his contact name as.

“Seriously?” You chuckled. The contact name was saved under ‘D’ with a series of hearts and a vampire emoji. “Oh, I’m gotta change that,” you started tapping on the screen.

“What are you gonna save it as?” David smiled, kissing into your shoulder.

“Captain fuck face,” you giggled out.

David tried to snatch the phone from you, “hey, stop that!”

“Noooooo,” you squealed as he started grabbing at you.

He sat up and tried to pull the phone from your hands. “Change it back,” he sat on top of your waist and reached for your arms that you held above your head.

You tried to keep tapping at the screen while evading his grasp. He finally managed to get a hold of your wrist and pinned both of your hands above your head.

You smiled up at him and let the phone fall to your bag on the floor.

You panted; David stared down at you with a look of hunger, and you tried to make an innocent face to avoid punishment.

“You are gonna get it,” David growled. He shoved his face to your neck, nipping and biting against your skin.

You squealed and hollered at the feeling. You squirmed under him while his beard and teeth tickled you.

“Ahh stop! Stop!” You yelped, pulling on your arms; trying to get free, but David easily held your wrists with one hand. His other coming up under the blanket to scratch at your chest and stomach.

“David!” You squealed, giggling under the assault of his mouth.

“Say you’re sorry,” he barked into your skin. You continued to giggle. “Say it,” he was teasing of course, but still enjoyed the sight of you.

“I’m s-so- aahh!”

“Will you guys shut the fuck up!”

“It’s too early for this!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The other boys yelled from the roost.

David snapped his head in the direction of the boys, “ahh shut up, you’re just jealous!”

“Booooo, boo David,” one of them yelled, and they all started booing.

You chuckled at them all, and David turned back to you, “fuckin’ fuckers.”

“I was only kidding,” you giggled.

David came down to peck your cheek with a kiss, “I know darlin’.”

He let go of your wrists and rolled off you. He laid on his back and kicked his arms and legs out. He yawned as he stretched, his arms and feet wiggling, smacking his lips as he let his limbs rest on the bed. David looked over to you while you sat up in the bed, rubbing the bite marks along your chest.

You let your fingertips trail over the purple marks. You felt David watching you, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Dunno where my phone is,” David laid on his side, watching you. “Guess I’ll have to make more when I find it.”

You rolled your eyes, “smooth.”

“Thanks,”

“I meant your brain,” you chuckled.

He huffed, “you’re gonna make me weep.”

You ignored him and began to look for the clothes you’d packed in your bag. Lord knows what David and Marko had done with your panties. You pulled a new pair from the tote and began to slip them up your legs.

“Well, I guess I aught ta head home soon,” you yawned, looking back at your lover.

“You’re seriously going after him?” David asked.

You reached for a shirt from your bag, a clean one, not the bloodied mess of a shirt you’d need to seriously disinfect. “I mean, not right now…” you replied, sarcastically. You looked for the shorts you had on last night.

“No,” David said simply.

“No?” You stared at David, holding the shorts in your hand, dumbfounded by his ‘matter of fact’ attitude.

“He’s too big for you to take down by yourself.”

You began to put the shorts on, “you just told me he knows you guys were after him. He obviously knows your guys’ scent.”

“I’m not letting you do it alone,” David stared at you, distressed, “we do things as a pack.”

You sighed, “It’s fine, it’ll only take a few days to-”

“A few days??” David stood from the bed, staring at you in disbelief. “You’re not doing it, end of discussion!”

You stared at him from where you stood by the other end of the bed; shock, and anger coursing through your veins. “I’m not asking for your permission, David.”

You both stared at each other; unyielding to the other.

The tension in the air was rising. You could feel your fists clench on reaction, and you watched as David clenched and unclenched his jaw.

You slowly walked to him. You tried to put your hand on his cheek to get him to look at you, but when you reached for him, he turned away. You sighed and sat on the bed; dejected. Unsure what to say, you sat quietly, while the minutes passed by.

“I’ll only be gone about four nights,” you whispered.

You weren’t going to let him talk you out of it, but pushing the matter would drive a wedge between you two. After being alone for so long, you almost forgot that you needed people. Even if David and the boys weren’t ‘people’, you knew in your heart that you needed them. You couldn’t bear to lose another family.

“Why so long?” David spoke, half turning to look at you.

“I’ve got to get y’all’s smell off me,” you joked, taking a handful of your hair and pressing it to your nose. “Whoo,” you took your hair away and sneezed, “you guys have been scenting me after all.”

David turned to look at you, his hands coming to your shoulders. His eyes shifted over your features, a nervous look across his face. “I…” he didn’t know what to say. He hated the thought of you being away. What if you needed them, what if they needed you?

You stared up at him, not wanting to make him feel like you were running away. You moved one of his hands to your cheek, and held your hand over his. “I can handle it,” you sounded sure of yourself. “Do you trust me?”

His eyes locked onto yours. Everything in him saying not to let you go, his instincts screaming against his mind.

“David?” Your soft doe eyes cutting through his thought. Of course, he wanted to trust you, but where had that gotten him. He wasn’t about to let another one of his mates run off where he couldn’t protect them.

“You can’t,” his words were like daggers in your heart. “I can’t let you do it,” his blue eyes holding your gaze. It was like you were about to fall into them, you could barely focus.

“D-da-,” you could feel him trying to sway your mind. If he couldn’t persuade you, he’d resort to his old tricks. The worst side of him always came out when he was frightened.

You felt the well of tears start to fill your eyes. His thrall more powerful than what he’d tried on you before; he had much more magic than you’d ever anticipated.

David watched the tears in your eyes overflow and spill down your cheeks. The ache in his undead heart growing. He knew this was wrong; he understood it, even through his fear.

After a second, you felt the fog in your mind dissipate. As soon as David released his thrall on you, you pulled from his grasp. You pushed your arms to the mattress and scooted back and away from him.

David tried to move, to reach out to you.

“Don’t,” you put your hand out. “Just, don’t.” You pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs.

“Y/N, I-“

“Just save it David,” you snapped at him. You hid your face in your legs in an attempt to hide your tears. Your voice came out muffled, “I don’t want to hear it.”

There was a pang in your chest. A sharp, stabbing pain, like your heart was breaking. You tried to will the anguish away, but it was no use. The tears easily flooded your vision. You felt so small in that moment, and you sobbed, quietly.

The sound of David’s clothes shifting let you know he was moving around. You could hear him standing next to you now. You felt his hand rest on your shoulder, and you pulled away on response. He let out a sigh, and you heard him begin to walk off.

You stayed in the bed, still clutching your legs, you watched as he walked off towards his alcove. He stood in his mess of memories he’d saved; he was looking for something, but you didn’t care about that. The only thing you could think or feel in that moment was the hurt in your chest, the anger that began to course through your veins.

How could you trust him so easily when he was just the same? The same as what you ran away from.

He’s just like what we promised we’d never let ourselves live through again.

No, he isn’t, he was kind, he’d shown us that. Until now, he’d never given us a reason not to trust him.

Now? Now we’d known him not even a month, and he already tried to lock us away.

But he didn’t. He stopped; he knew it was wrong! It was just a lapse in judgeme-

A lapse in judgement? Look what that got us last time!

You were at odds with yourself. The fear of your old life seeping through your own thoughts. You clutched your legs harder.

You heard the soft sounds of someone walking towards the bed.

“Here,” David sat down on the bed next to you. You looked up from over your knees, still half hiding your face. He was holding out the photo album to you.

“I’ve already seen that,” you grumbled, hiding your face back into your legs.

He exhaled and scooted a bit closer to you on the bed. “Yeah, I know you went snooping through my stuff,” he joked. “But you never asked me the story behind them,” he opened the picture album. The sticky plastic pages making a noise, like soft Velcro, as he flipped through them.

You looked up, still holding your legs close to your chest.

He picked up a dingey paper that was placed within a plastic holder. The paper was small, maybe four inches by two. The plastic card holder wasn’t much bigger. The clear plastic that covered the paper was a dirty, brownish yellow. He held it out for you to take it. You sheepishly put it in your hands, and you read what you could. You could barely make out his first name, and a year that read, ‘1860-something?’

“What is this?” You brought the paper closer to your face, trying to make out more of what it said.

“It’s my death certificate.”

You looked up at him. His tone so casual and lighthearted for what the paper was.

He chuckled, “yeah,” he leaned in to look at it too. He looked, almost reminiscent, maybe of his past life. His gaze softening as he looked at the paper, you let him take it from you. He gently thumbed over the dirty yellow plastic. He spoke, and his snickering got louder as he did, “y’know what they ruled for cause of death?”

You silently shook your head.

David was laughing now, “they said, they said it was ‘complications from gangrene.’” He waved his hand in front of his face “Course you’re gonna get gangrene when the fucking doctor is using the same tools on everyone. And,” he was laughing again, “and you know what the complications were?”

You stared at him, not moving. Waiting to see how this would play out.

“The complications, pfft, were from the doctors, ha-ha, cutting my fucking stomach open to pull out those goddamned .44’s!” He stayed laughing to himself. You were sure he was doing this to try and hide his real emotions.

You could see through it; he was angry, he was hurt.

“God damned friendly fire mother fuckers,” he gritted his teeth. You watched as his fist gripped at the sheet below him. “All because I was kind to someone from a different race,” he snorted. He chuckled, then exhaled, long and shaky, like he was picturing their faces in his mind.

You let your legs go and reached a hand out to David’s arm. He slowly regained his train of thought, and his ragged breathing slowed.

“I was, uh,” he paused; his eyes shifted nervously between you and the certificate in his hands. “I was 21 when I died,” he sighed out. “21 fucking years old. And all I have to show for it is this paper.” He gripped the plastic between his fingers. “This… this was all they sent home. There was no funeral, no headstone, no one cried when I died.” He stared off towards the ground, then back at you. “Not a single person cared that I was dead.”

He got silent for a moment, then placed the paper back in the book and began flipping through the pages again, “course, nobody got headstones in those days. Hell, if Max hadn’t found me when he did, I’da probably just been kicked into some ditch with the rest of-” he stilled. His mind flooded with the twisted and contorted faces of the dead soldiers he came to call his brothers.

“The worst part, is not dying.” He continued to flip through the pages of the book, his tone solemn, not looking at you. “Yeah, the pain isn’t great. It was fucking horrible. The waiting to die wasn’t fun either,” he tittered. “But, the worst part is not being able to protect those you care about.”

He reached his finger behind a picture, a bland image of a tree. He pulled out a folded hand drawn image from behind a polaroid. He unfolded the drawing, the paper was a deep orange, and the image was a smudged pencil, or maybe charcoal. It was a drawing of a young man and a woman. They held each other, the features were a bit smudged, but they appeared to be smiling.

David turned the paper for you to see, not willing to let it go. “This is my mom and dad,” his thumb slightly rubbed the edge of the old paper.

You stared at the couple, “they look so in love,” you smiled as you spoke.

“They were,” David started. “She always talked about how kind he was, how she wanted me to be like that. Brave, and smart, and kind.” He angled the paper a bit more for you to see, “but he died before I met him.”

His finger traced the outline of his mother’s face, “when she got sick, I tried to take care of her… but I was just a boy.” A smile grew on his face, remembering her, “she used to make the best pigeon pie,” he chuckled, “but, er, don’t tell Marko.” He looked back at you, “he says his birds are meant ‘to be loved, not to be eaten’,” David rolled his eyes. 

You snorted and relaxed your legs a bit.

“She taught me to sew, cook, forage, how to clean a fish, heh, she even taught me how to waltz.”

“Oh yeah?” You relaxed a bit more.

“Mhm,” you could hear the happiness in his voice. “She said she wanted me to be ‘a gentleman’, think I kinda missed the mark on that one,” David sighed.

“You’ve got her smile,” you tried to ease his mind.

David chuckled, he let his lip curl up to reveal his fang and licked his forked tongue across the sharp tooth, “eh, not anymore I don’t.”

You and David stared at the picture quietly. He spoke in a whisper, “she’d be real ashamed of the man I’ve become.” He pulled the plastic behind the polaroid and slipped the drawing back behind it.

David continued to flip through the book and found an image of him and the boys.

They were all wearing cuffed, pressed jeans. White t-shirts, and a flannel or their jackets; the collars were all ‘popped’ up. Their hair was slicked back; spare for Marko, whose curls were clearly defined in the old picture. Marko and Paul stood next to each other, their hands in their jacket pockets. Dwayne stood between David and Paul, his thumbs in his pant pockets, and David stood off on the right. His hands were clasped in front of his hips, they were all smoking cigarettes.

“This is the first picture we all took together.” David pulled the picture out of the album and handed it to you. “We’d been taking pictures of each other all night, but Max said we needed one of all of us.”

You took the photo in your hand.

“Nobody liked Max at that point; he’d been a real buzzkill all week. Getting on everybody’s nerve, trying to tell us what to do, saying we were being too ‘obnoxious.” David grunted, “course, I had to wrangle everyone up for the damn picture… but Dwayne has never listened to him,” he laughed. “So, I had to get everyone together.”

You brought the picture closer to your face to see the detail better. Marko already had a few patches on his jacket, David had his medal and the buttons, but the coat was different. Paul had a safety pin on his flannel, and Dwayne had his key necklace. He and Paul didn’t have their matching eye rings yet.

David leaned in to look at the picture too, he pointed at himself in the image. “That’s me,”

You leaned away a bit, “yeah, I got that.”

He pointed to Dwayne, “Dwayne lost his wife and kids in the red scare.”

You looked at David, surprised by his candid remarks.

“He was…I think 24 when we found him.” He moved his finger to Paul. “Paul’s sister drowned; he was 23 when he met us.” He pointed to Marko, “Marko lost his family to a house fire.” He looked at them all in the picture with a heavy heart, “he was 22 when I found him.”

You kept your gaze on David, unsure how to react. “So,” you started, “you’re not the oldest,” you joked.

David snorted, “not in human years, but that doesn’t matter now, eh?” He turned his head to you, his eyes full of guilt, “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You scoffed and handed him back the picture. You scooted away from him a bit.

He turned his body, and reached out to you, “I am, I’m sorry. I-“

“I don’t forgive you,” you said angrily.

“You don’t have to; I just need you to know that I’m sorry.” His hands fumbled with the paper, he set it down on the album and moved it to the side. “I just…” his hands turned up, silently asking for your hands.

You hesitated, not entirely wanting to give him your hands. You stared at him, slowly putting your hands in his open ones.

He eagerly took them, and gently squeezed your palms.

“I needed you to see this stuff, I’m not like this just because, I don’t want anyone else getting hurt. I don’t want you getting hurt.” His eyes searched over your features, hoping he’d gotten through to you.

You turned your face so you wouldn’t have to look at him. Your eyes fell on the photo album, the full pages making your mind wander to all the things David showed you.

“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. Please,” David leaned close to your face now, and you tried to keep from looking at him. “I’m sorry, I just- if you need help, you know you can call us, right?”

You looked back at him. You saw his eyes flicker across your face, you saw his nostrils flare, and his face pinch with anxiety.

“You know that, right?”

You gave in, “I know that,” your voice sounded tired.

He pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You were still angry with him, still hurt. You could feel him purring again, it was soft, but you could feel it. Maybe if he was willing to change, you were willing to be patient.

David nuzzled his face against yours, and into the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want you to feel unsafe with me, with any of us.” His beard scratching at your skin as he continued to nuzzle you, “please, I’m sorry.”

You could feel him starting to nip at your flesh,

His nipping and pawing at you started to tickle, “okay, okay, just stop,” you gasped out.

You thrust your hands to his shoulders and pushed him away. “Calm down already,” you were giggling.

He brought your arm to his mouth and kept biting at your skin.

“Daaavid,” you heard one of the boys call from the roost.

You were trying to pull your arm from David’s grasp, while he ignored the other vampire calling to him.

You looked behind David; Marko was the first to wake, probably because he was such a light sleeper. He stood in the entrance to the roost, his hair disheveled from his sleep.

Marko walked around barefoot, switching between scratching his hair and his crotch. “David,” he called to his brother, “you gonna let er’ go do her thing?”

David ignored the curly haired blond, the banter he was trying to start wasn’t of importance to him at this moment.

“You could hear us?” You asked Marko, leaning back and away from David.

“Course we could. With David being a weenie about the whole thing.”

David kept kissing and nipping at your wrist, with his free hand, he flipped off Marko.

“Right back atcha buddy,” Marko chuckled and flipped off David as he walked off somewhere.

“We’ve been trying to tell ya,” Marko called out, undoing his pants and walking over to a deep hole off on the far side of the cave. “Max has been bitching about you falling behind on chores!” His voice echoed off the walls softly and you could hear him urinating, and sighing.

You pulled on your arm, and David finally released with a groan. “That lazy fucker never wants to do his own ‘dirty work’,” David grumbled. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he walked over to the couch, waiting for the others to wake up. He kicked his legs out on one of the cushions, wiggling his toes through his torn socks.

You tried to ignore the sound of Marko urinating and looked for your socks and shoes. The sound of him groaning and mumbling to himself was audible as it echoed through the cave. You gathered the rest of your things and sat on the edge of the fountain.

David smiled at you, and watched you slip your socks on.

You sat on the fountain, slipping your shoes on, “really? Y’all in your 20’s?”

“Mhm, people think we’re younger a lot,” David toyed with one of the buttons on his coat. “It’s cause we’re so hot,” he teased, pretending to brush some 'long' hair out of his face.

You scoffed, “sure.”

You watched as one of the other boys came from the dark part of the cave. It was Dwayne, he was rubbing his eyes, and you could see his long dark hair flow as he walked, the wind catching it lightly.

Marko started walking back to where the couch was, you could still hear him scratching himself through the denim of his jeans. “Hey, come on man, put your dick away,” he griped at Dwayne, and you looked back to the brunet that’d come out of the roost.

He was fully naked. Standing proud and tall as he stretched his hands above his head.

You could feel a flush come to your face. You blushed, hard, trying to avert your gaze.

Now you knew why he walked like that.

David laughed at your reaction, watching you stare at the floor.

“David, tell the horse to go back to the stables,” Marko complained.

Dwayne finished his stretch and languidly flipped off Marko, still yawning with his other hand to his face. Through the corner of your eye, you watched his smile, the large, sharp teeth in his mouth catching your curiosity.

“Let him be, Marko,” David snorted. He patted his lap for you to go join him on the couch, and you obliged.

You sat atop David’s lap with your back leaning against the couch, he was sat up against the arm and you both watched as Dwayne went to go collect his pants from Paul’s alcove.

“Why did no one wake me up?” Marko asked David and Dwayne, alluding to the fact that there continued to be, ‘bonding’ after he went to sleep.

“Cause we were busy,” David laughed out, his deep voice rumbling through his chest and vibrating through your side.  “Right darlin?” David jostled you in his lap.

“You guys coulda at least told me, or something…assholes,” Marko continued to grumble. He walked over to the couch and sat on the last cushion, pushing David’s feet away.

“Now who is being a weenie?” David snorted.

“Ah ha you’re so fucking funny,” Marko sassed. He leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek, “mornin’, bella.”

You were still blushing when Marko kissed your cheek, and he knew it was because you weren’t used to seeing such a display as the one before you. This cocky vampire, parading himself through the halls of the cave, stark naked aside from his necklace.

“You better be getting dressed over there!” Marko chuckled; he’d cupped a hand to his face to amplify his voice.

You looked over to Paul’s alcove and could see a hand shoot up over the pile of crap Paul kept, to flip Marko off. You could hear Dwayne slip his legs through the jeans, he walked over with the button and zipper undone.

His bare feet gently rapping against the floor as he walked back to where you all were sitting. With himself put away, you sheepishly looked up to the brunet. The denim jeans were hanging off his hips, you weren’t entirely sure how they were staying up so well. His treasure trail was thick, and you had to pull your eyes away from where his downed zipper ended.

Your eyes tracked up his abdomen, and David bounced you in his lap, poking fun of your curious eyes. Dwayne’s fingers were in his hair, brushing the mane out of his face. “You okay?” Dwayne asked looking down at you, with genuine concern. The years of unashamed behavior making him forget that this wasn’t normal behavior for when someone had ‘guests’.

“She’s fine,” David smiled, bouncing you in his lap again

“She’s not used to watchin’ your big ole’ dick swing around like that,” Marko interjected.

Dwayne had about enough of Marko poking at him, “oh, I’ll swing this dick, keep talking like that.” He pointed his finger in Marko’s face.

The blush coming back to your cheeks. David heard you squeak and it made him laugh.

“Alright that’s enough you guys, you’re scarin’ her,” David spoke up.

Marko flipped Dwayne off and reached over the side of the couch to grab a beer. He popped the tab and it hissed. Dwayne stuck his tongue out at Marko and put his hands out to ask for a can. Marko tossed him one and Dwayne popped the tab and took a sip.

David had his hands around your waist, and he let his hands wander to the waist band of your shorts.

“Not on your life, mister,” you snapped at him.

“Yeah, I know,” David spoke, dejected, “you’re still mad.”

“Damn right I’m mad,” you pouted at him.

He placed a kiss on your arm, “that’s fine. Oh, don’t forget to send me that picture.”

“You’re pretty cute when you’re mad,” Marko spoke up.

David bounced you in his lap a bit and you rolled your eyes at them.

“Marko’s right though, David,” Dwayne spoke. He wiped a drop of beer off his lip with his thumb, David and Marko looked at him. “Max has been asking for you a lot, he said if you didn’t stop by soon, he’d have to come looking for you.”

David groaned, picking you up off his lap and standing you up. “Fucking guy,” he turned in the couch and his feet landed on the ground. “Can’t ever have anything nice.” David patted your ass and you jumped, he stood and looked back to the roost. “Where’s Paulie?”

“He was pretty ticked off with you guy’s waking him up earlier, so he’s probably still asleep,” Marko said, bringing the can to his lips, slurping the liquid.

“Paul!” David yelled in the direction of the roost.

No response.

David walked over to the entrance of the roost and hollered again, “PAUL!”

No response.

David sighed, shaking his head. He looked over to the boys and turned back to the roost. Marko covered his ears and Dwayne covered yours. The last thing you heard before you felt Dwaynes large hands clasp the sides of your head, was the beer cans hitting the floor. You all watched David open his mouth to take a deep inhale.

“PAAAAAAUUUUULLL!”

“WHAT?! FUCK! WHAT!!”

“Paul, come say goodbye!”

“GOODBYE! FUCK!” Paul was screeching from the roost.

Dwayne removed his hands from the side of your head, and you turned to look at him. He was wincing with pain as he rubbed his ears, and Marko stuck his fingers in his ears to shake them out.

You rubbed your ears too, even with Dwayne covering them for you, it was painful to hear David scream like that. You felt it through your bones, you thought the sound had shaken the cave. You could still hear a ringing in your ears.

The boys had discarded their beer cans when they rushed to protect themselves from David’s scream; and now, the yeasty brown liquid gushed on the floor as the can’s laid on their sides.

“Gah!” Marko griped, still wiggling his finger in his ear, “I hate when he does that!” You could hear him hissing, or maybe that was from the scream.

“Don’t make me yell again, Paul.” David stood, with his hands on his hips.

“FINE!” You heard Paul land with a thud. “FUCK!”

“Dumb idiot forgot to turn again,” Dwayne chuckled, still rubbing his ears.

You heard Paul grumble as he walked up out of the roost. His feet scraping along the ground as he forced himself to come out where the others are. You watched as his wild blond hair turned the corner. His pants were half on, and he didn’t have his shirt or jacket, “What the hell do you want,” he hissed at David.

David gestured to where you stood, “Y/N is gonna be out of the cave for a few days.”

The other boys looked at you, surprised you were leaving. “I wanted to give ya a chance to say bye before she left.”

With that, Paul ran over to you and scooped you up by the waist. He held you easily a foot off the ground and shook you around in his hug. “Aww nooooo, whyyyyy?” His groggy, whiney voice piercing your already sensitive ears.

“Fuck, Paul chill out,” Marko continued to wiggle out his ear.

“P-Paul,” you choked out, your arms pushing against his shoulders, trying to break free. “I’ll be back in a f-few days!”

Paul stopped swishing you about and held you against him, still half in the air. He smooshed his face into your breasts and let out another whine, “but I didn’t even get to play with yoouuu-“

“Paul, let her go man,” Dwayne walked behind you and tried pry Paul’s hands off from around your waist. “Dude, put her down,” he grunted, trying to pull him off you.

“Nooooo,” Paul wailed.

Dwayne finally managed to get one of Paul’s fingers back and pull the rest of his hand and arm away from you. With his free arm, Dwayne wrapped himself around your waist and pulled you away from Paul. He set you down gently to his side and kept Paul away with the other.

“Knock it off dude, she already said she’s coming back.” Marko called to him from the couch.

Dwayne turned you to him. He cupped your face in his hands and thumbed over your cheeks. “Can’t wait for ya to get back, short stuff,” he placed a kiss on your nose, and you could feel the blush come back to your face.

You stuttered out a chuckle and Marko stepped you back from the brunet. “Real smooth, Casanova,” he poked at Dwayne.

“You’re gonna get it,” Dwayne eyed Marko as he walked back to the roost to find his jacket.

Marko rolled his eyes at the brunet, of course he knew what he was doing when he antagonized him. He turned his attention back to you; he pressed his forehead to yours and clasped his hand around the back of your head. His free hand cupping your cheek. “See you soon, bella,” he rubbed his nose against yours. You could feel him inhaling you; he softly kissed your lips, and slowly pulled from the embrace.

Marko took Paul by the hand and led him back to the roost, “come on you, let’s get you washed up.” Paul still sniffled as he turned to look at you one more time and waved goodbye.

You looked at David, who was watching the others walk off down the tunnel.

“Talk about a bunch of ‘weenies’,” he chuckled.

“Geez, the way they were acting, you’d think I was never coming back,” you rubbed your arm sheepishly.

David looked at you, “you are coming back, right?”

“Well…yeah?” You stood, studying his reaction. “Yes, for the hundredth time, I’m coming back,” you walked a bit to him, “I forgive you, ya big baby.” He closed the distance between you two. His hands slowly coming up around your waist. “Besides,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “you’d hunt me down if I didn’t.”

He laughed heartily into your skin. “No, I wouldn’t,” he chuckled out.

You cocked your head, as if to question his statement.

“Okay, yeah, I would.” he pressed his nose to your cheek. You could hear him purring softly, as he pressed a quick kiss to it.

“Or at least Paul would,” you tittered, “is he…going to be okay?”

“He’ll be fine,” David pulled from you to go find his key, “just gotta give him some lovin’ when you get back. He’s a bit sensitive.” He waived his hand nonchalantly in the air.

You could hear some screaming coming from where the others walked off to.

“No! I don’t want to take a bath!”

You looked at David, a confused look on your face, “um?”

“NO! STOP! Y/N HELLLPPP!”

“PAUL, YOU NEED A BATH!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO-”

David quickly produced his keys and grabbed your hand to lead you away from the screaming, “that’s our cue.” He swiftly turned you around and walked you out of the cave; you heard a series of yelps and yowls as you left.

David pulled up outside of your house on the driveway. He didn’t turn to look at you, he just sat on the idling bike, his head hanging low.

You moved your hand from around his midsection and placed it on his shoulder. “Hey,” you softly spoke, and he half turned to look at you. “It’s okay,” you wrap your arms back around him in a sympathetic hug.

He snorts and turns the bike off. David stood and got off the bike. He put his hand out to help you off, and you gently squeezed it as you stood. Your foot got caught on the seat as you tried to get off and you stumbled into David’s arms.

“Heh, if you wanted me to hold, ya, you coulda just asked,” David smiled down at you.

You scoffed and straightened your clothes. David began to walk you up the porch steps and you followed suit. When you got in front of the door, he turned to you. Something weighed heavy on his mind, though he tried not to show it.

“You really gonna make me stay away for four nights?” He held your hand in his.

You could feel his grip tightening as he waited for your answer. His eyes darting across your features, the look on his face making your heart ache.

You placed your free hand atop his and gently rubbed it with your thumb. “We both have things we need to do,” you reminded him, and his grip tightened more.

He grumbled and looked away from you, “I’m gonna come looking for you, the second the sun goes down.”

You chuckled, “I’d expect nothing less from a ‘big scary vampire’.”

He pulled you closer to him and growled against your neck, “you’re mine.” He nipped at the skin, “don’t you forget it.”

“Like you’d let me,” you laughed out.

“Damn straight,” he held you against him. David inhaled your scent, trying to hold onto you for as long as he could.

You both reluctantly pulled away from each other, and he waited on the porch as you opened the doors to go inside. He half expected you to still invite him in, and stifled his grief when you didn’t.

He stood on the porch, in the darkness, as he watched the lights inside turned off.

Once again, that annoying feeling was gnawing at the back of his head. He gritted his teeth, trying to will it away. No luck. David stomped back to his bike. He knew if he stood there any longer, he wouldn’t be able to drag himself away. He headed back home; it was killing him, but he couldn’t stay there.

The roar of the bike sounded as he started it. He pushed his feelings down and focused on getting home.

The bike rolled to a stop. He kicked the stand out and sighed as he got off. David knew he should get your scent off too, that way Max couldn’t yell at him. He stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the tide roll in.

David pulled out a cigarette from his coat and lit it. He brought the collar of the jacket to his nose and inhaled your scent. He hated that he was going to have to get your smell off him and his clothes. He cursed Max under his breath. He stared at the waning moon for a moment, wondering how things could be, if they had been different.

Did you love him for who he was? Could you love him and all his flaws? All the hate and anger that bubbled under the surface; the monster he believed himself to be?

He took a long drag of the cigarette, loathing the thought of how he never lived up to his mother’s expectations. How he longed to be kind, to be brave, to be the gentleman she always wanted him to be. He scorned himself for these thoughts.

“Fuck this,” he scoffed. He looked down at the water as it lapped up the edges of the lighthouse and turned to go home.

David walked down into the cave, feint whines and grumbles echoed off the walls as he stomped down the ‘stairs’. He stood at the base of the entrance watching his brothers hold down and dry off Paul.

Paul, was sat on the floor, in a towel, with Marko standing behind him, brushing and drying his hair out. Paul had his hands wrapped around his front in a pout.

He hated baths, and more, he hated not getting to dry off the way he wanted.

“Ya have to chase him down again?” David asked, sarcastically, because he already knew.

“What do you think?” Dwayne replied. He was sat in front of Paul and Marko, with a belt in his hand, waiting for Paul to try and take off.

Paul didn’t particularly care about being clean or dirty, but he hated getting his hair wet. He said it made him feel like a ‘wet rat’ and avoided it whenever he could.

Marko ran a brush through his hair, and with his magic he turned on a hair dryer. It was a peculiar sight; a normal hairdryer, except it had no cord, no outlet, no electricity, and it still turned on.

Paul happily wiggled around on the ground, chirping. He tilted his head back and shook his hair out in the warm air. He liked this part at least, and Dwayne stood to stretch.

“Hold still!” Marko grabbed Paul by the top of his head and straightened his sight. “Stay!” He scolded his brother, and Paul pouted, still wiggling with the feeling of the warm air.

Marko gently brushed Paul’s hair, and he hummed to him trying to keep Paul still. David walked over to his alcove, looking at all his things. He nudged a box with his foot and sat in the cot in the middle. He looked at all the things around the space and sighed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

Fuck, it’s only 8? David thought, he hoped it was much later in the night.

He saw a message from an unsaved number. He figured it was you. He saved the number and pointed the camera at the boys. He snaped a picture and sent it to ‘Babydoll <3’.

He looked over at his brothers, who were still bickering about Paul and his ‘grooming habits’.

New Message: Now

He opened it,

‘omg, is he okay?’

David started tapping at the screen. ‘Yeah, he’ll survive.  He just hates baths.’

He stared at the phone, waiting for your reply. After a minute his phone vibrated.

New Message: Now

‘Well good luck with them, lol.’

One Attachment:

David looked at the photo you’d sent him. It was the one he took on your phone earlier. He gently traced the outline of your lips and face with his finger, he stared at the image, and smiled.

‘I almost forgot to send it.

See you soon. <3’

David stared at the messages and the picture. His smile slowly faded, he grunted. What was he going to do these next few days while he waited…That nagging feeling was back.

He stood up, dropping his phone on the cot and took off his boots. He emptied his pockets and took off his coats. Barefooted, he walked towards the mouth of the cave.

David was going to walk around in the sea for a while till his mind cleared.

[stocious]

tag games time! look who isnt late! thank you @energievie for tagging me! 🖤

name: kakakak

age: 32 for a few more months

star sign: aries bby

your first language: swedish

second language: english bby

favourite lip product: my brother in christ, i barely use lip balm even.

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: i don't cook, really. i'll boil you some pasta and throw something on top?

If you drink tea, what kind? nope.

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? nope.

favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: i haven't been on youtube in a hot minutes, i'll be honest.

favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: my youtube era didn't start until like, 2016 maybe? no i don't know what i did with my time either.

favourite item of clothing right now: my killstar tarot card sweatpants.

favourite item of clothing in 2012: probably my 'when you die i'm gonna breakdance on your casket' hoodie. i still have it.

fandom

three movies you recommend: i'm so bad at movies, i never watch them. lotr series is three movies, watch that. right now.

your favourite concert: the only big band tm concert i've gone to is die antwoord in germany and that was damn mess.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? yeah, the infantilization of debbie drove me up the damn wall.

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? nope!

the best tv show you watched last year: i'm so boring, i watch the same shows over and over and over. have you heard of this show called shameless? it's pretty good.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? nope.

a ship you’ve abandoned: ceffy.

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? probably a 9-10. i'm in the #weirdshit channel in fic club, nothing scares me. and you if you get scared in there, i mean, tough titties?

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) no but i'd want a sneaky one. if you know you know type thing? flip phone with miss me?

what fandom do you wish was bigger? idk fam im just here.

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? how i met your mother! what on EARTH

have you…

swam in an ocean? yeah!

ever been vegan/vegetarian? nope.

gone skinny dipping? i don't think so.

gone skiing? yeah!

been to a convention? nope.

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Tagging (if you wanna do it): @skylerwinchester @creepkinginc @jrooc @transmickey @juliakayyy @vintagelacerosette @crossmydna @mmmichyyy aaand anyone else! 🖤

[endwersed]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you for the tag lovelies @hedwig221b & @thotpuppy 🥰

Here's a little snippet from my latest WIP! It's a Sterek ABO AU called the poets are right, and it really is so much fun to write the enemies part of an enemies to lovers pipeline 😄

“Oh, shit, uh,” Stiles stutters over his words, scrambling to his feet in an uncoordinated flurry of limbs, wiping his greasy fingers onto the rough material of his jeans in preparation for a friendly handshake. “Hi, uh, I’m –“ “Actually, I don’t give a fuck who you are,” Derek hotly interrupts him, words harsh and furious as he curls his lip. “This is private property. How the fuck did you even get in?” Stiles throws up two placating palms in front of his chest in the face of Derek’s incandescence. His eyebrows pull together as he hastily and vehemently shakes his head, trying to intimate just how much Derek has gotten the wrong end of the stick here. “Hey, whoa,” he starts to protest. “That’s not –“ “You need to get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.” Derek’s face screws up in an expression of pure disgust, looking Stiles up and down with a cruel sneer. “Christ, and you’re human? What kind of fucking moron breaks into a werewolves’ home when they’re just a weak fucking human?” Stiles’ head rears back in reflexive shock, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening even further. Wow. Okay then. So… that bad reputation that Derek Hale has, the one that paints him as a rude, abrasive jackass? Completely fucking on the money, it would turn out. Shaking his head to return back to his senses a little better, Stiles lets his face morph from surprise into the outright fury he can currently feel coursing through his veins. He grits his teeth, feeling a muscle in his jaw jump with the action, and blows a sharp breath out through his nose. “Who the fuck are you calling weak, asshole?” he spits. Derek’s eyes flash momentarily red as he squares his shoulders and tips his chin. “You’ve got five seconds to leave,” he says, voice low and dangerous, “or I’ll show you how weak your kind really are.” Instinctively, Stiles takes a step forward, pressing closer into Derek’s space. They’re a similar height, he notices, with Derek maybe having just an inch or two on him. But the likeness allows him to really get up in Derek’s face, lets him sneer directly at him as his hands tighten into fists at his sides. But Derek doesn’t move. He defiantly stands his ground, his wild eyes now burning red and staying that way. Stiles lifts an eyebrow and crowds another step closer. “Oh yeah, tough guy?” he jeers, eyes narrowed to slits. “You gonna hurt me? I bet the papers would freaking love to hear all about that. Yet another story for the rags of big, mighty alpha Derek Hale proving what a complete fucking asshole he really is.” Derek’s jaw works around a low growl, rumbling slowly from his chest as he meets Stiles’ challenge head on. His eyes, still fiercely and brightly red, hold Stiles’ gaze for a second longer, a moment sparking with furious tension, before they dip slightly, darting to the floor just beside Stiles’ feet. When they land there, they stay there, and this short, sharp incredulous noise replaces Derek’s growl. “Are you – are you eating our food?” he asks, disbelief palpable in the pitch of his voice. “Christ, that’s fucking ballsy.” “Oh, you wanna see ballsy?” Stiles says, already pulling his fist back and preparing for a broken set of knuckles on impact. “I’ll show you ballsy.”

[cozyenigma]

Blood Drive

Word Count- 1406

Request?- Nope!

Summary- A chance encounter has you cleaning up a mess that you didn't even make. And facing some tough pills to swallow with a certain colleague

(Vampire au? Vampire au.)

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- Blood, hospital setting

"I'm assuming you have questions."

"No shit I've got questions! What the hell, Ed?! Just- start talking before I call the cops!"

His lips thinned. "Really? The police?"

The notion seemed ridiculous when he put it like that but it was the only thing that came to mind. Blood was still dripping off his coat and your stomach lurched at the thought of how much was there. And on the floor. And the desk.

"It- can you really blame me? You look like a serial killer!"

Edward, the bastard, just shrugged. "What good are they gonna do here?"

The thought, which was probably a fair point, still made your heart stop. You were backed into a corner. The only thing between you and the man you thought you knew was the pair of keys you held between your fingers tight enough to break skin. No one to hear your cries for help. No exits.

"You want me to just do nothing then and- what, let you drink my blood? Kill me?"

He actually scoffed at that, like you were being ridiculous, like this wasn't ripped straight out of a horror movie. When he raised his hands in the air it was more annoyance than reassurance. You could see blood on his hands. It was half dried at this point, tacky and dark, making the lines in his palms stand out. You swallowed down the nausea.

"I'm a doctor. I'm not going to kill you. And if I was- I'd have already done it. Not to mention I don't like my chances of getting rid of your body without anyone in the hospital noticing. Waste of life on both sides."

"Wha- you're saying you're not gonna kill me because it's not practical?"

"That and I genuinely don't want to kill you?"

"Don't say it like a question!"

The doctor sighed and dropped his hands. Leaning against the desk, he very nearly looks like a regular man. If it weren't for the blood clotting on his coat you wouldn't think anything was wrong.

"What do you want to know?"

You wet your lips, glanced between the door and the blood across the floor.

"Are you a vampire?"

The question seemed ridiculous as you asked but Edward nodded along anyways. "Yes, in a sense. Not like Twilight or Nosferatu nonsense, it's more… plain, I guess you could say."

"How long have you been one?"

Looking up at the ceiling, he mouthed the numbers as he counted. "Five years now? I was a doctor first so that made things… awkward."

You tried not to imagine the unfortunate patients of his who happened to have a bit too much bleeding in the ER. Keep calm, you told yourself. You adjusted your grip on the keys.

"So how do you… You act like you're above killing people but you're- here. You're a vampire who happens to also be a doctor. You've got access to loads of people. Sick, vulnerable people."

Now Edward just looks offended. "Christ, no, I don't- I don't kill my own patients. I don't kill anyone. Think about it- I've been practicing for years and someone would notice if I left a trail of bodies behind me."

"I never said you killed them." Though you were thinking it.

Huffing, he bent down and snatched up a bloody piece of plastic. Only when he held it up did you recognize it as a blood bag. It was ripped open end to end, jagged and dripping still. You wondered with some discomfort if he used his teeth to do it.

The doctor tosses it at your feet, a few flecks managing to land on your shoes.

"I have a friend or two down in the lab. Usually it's just regular blood tests. Non-emergent ones. A few tubes go missing here or there or conveniently don't have labels. It happens all the time. That's usually enough for me to get by."

You looked down at the blood bag then back to the mess he'd made. At least this time he seemed almost embarrassed. Edward crossed his arms and grimaced.

"My usual lab tech is on vacation. I thought it would be fine. It wasn't. So… I cut out the middleman this time."

"Any reason why you're wearing half of it?"

The glare he gave you then could've melted glass. "I was fine until someone decided to try and pull a prank."

In your defense it was a very, very rare occasion to catch the doctor unawares. You had no idea what he was doing exactly but that wasn't a concern. Of course when you had tried to sneak up behind him..

"How was I supposed to know you were having a bloody juice box?"

"Why else would I be down here?"

"Excuse me if my first thought when seeing a colleague isn't vampirism!"

He pinched his nose, breathing out a heavy sigh. Unfortunately that only served to smear blood even higher on his face.

"Can we please save the arguing for another time? Unless you'd like us both to be caught with this mess?"

As if this was anywhere close to being your problem. You had half a mind to tell him to figure it out himself but something made you hold your tongue. Though you rationalized it as trying to protect other people, that you didn't know what he would do if he was cornered, you couldn't quite believe it. You already had cornered him. The rest of… whatever this was could come later. Edward wasn't the kind of man to hurt someone else (at least on purpose) and he needed your help.

Even if he was a bit of a prick.

You sighed and nodded, only managing to loosen your grip on the keys after forcefully willing your fingers to do so.

"Fine. I'll get a mop. You get something that isn't- get some clean clothes. And try not to smear more blood everywhere."

He blinked, stared at you for a moment, then simply nodded and got to his feet. The guy told you to help clean this up and then has the audacity to look surprised when you do. There's an uncertain moment where he's looking at the mess, frozen in his little island of blood. Then he's carefully shucking off his shoes and stepping well away from the puddle with relatively clean socks.

The cleaning wasn't difficult as much as it was time consuming. You'd clean off one area only to find a splatter of red on another surface. Edward had somehow managed to get it on the underside of the desk.

You'd turned to get another rag, more disinfectant, just in time to catch Edward at the sink. The water was flowing but instead of actually washing his hands, he had one raised. You watched him sniff at it then, like a kid sneaking frosting from a birthday cake, he licks at the back of his bloodied hand.

Then he looked back and froze. Your rag dripped on the floor. The water kept flowing. Neither of you moved. Very deliberately, you went right back to cleaning. Edward for his part washed up in record time.

In the end, you were already exhausted with the day and he was in a borrowed pair of hospital scrubs. The two of you just looked at where the gore had been for several moments. Neither of you said much at first. What was there to say? Any small talk felt woefully out of place and you weren't quite ready to poke the proverbial elephant in the room.

Finally, Edward clears his throat. "I'll dispose of these," he hefts a bag containing his bloodied clothes and shoes. "And we won't bring this up again."

You pursed your lips but agreed nonetheless. It was, frankly, kind of a miracle no one had been questioning the loss of the blood tubes or bags yet. Part of you was certain it wasn't the last time you'd be running into this situation. Hopefully with less cleaning next time though.

All the doctor offered was a nod and a quiet word of thanks. Then he just walked away. Just like that one of the strangest encounters of your life was over. Still, there was a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. This had happened simply because of someone going on vacation. God forbid they ever get sick or quit. You didn't doubt his restraint normally but… well, it was only a matter of time.

[a-trick-or-two-with-lepers]

✨ challenge: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters, and then tag five people to do the same, and see which character is everyone's favourite ✨

Thanks for the tag, @answermywearyquery ! This is gonna be a TOUGH one, cause I normally focus on bigger stories rather than individual characters 😰 but I'll give it a shot :D

So which pathetic baby man is your favorite?

(There are no women because all the women are my favorite, and that's too many to list).

I'll tag @solarflicker, @formerdino, @sleepysongbirdsings, @is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer, and @shamedumpster !

[catboyclarity]

I'm doing Whumptober this year because October is a rough time for me and putting characters through The Horrors makes you feel better. I'm mostly using this promptlist because I like it better, may have other prompts in there, don't care about the event stuff, just tagging it so people can blacklist if they want, will be using my OCs or my partner's OCs, will have prompts and potential triggers above the readmore, won't be posting every single one as some are Just For Me.

Day 1. Gunshot Wound. Tws: blood, pain, alcohol mention.

OCs: Clement (ze/hir), Zach (he/him) and Val (she/her). Werewolf hunters. Writing is canon.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine,” Zach said. He kept repeating that. Clement wasn’t particularly reassured. Ze knew him well enough that ze also knew he’d be saying that even if he’d been disemboweled or lost a limb or was otherwise mortally injured. Val threw the car door open, and Clement helped Zach lay down as softly as ze could. He swallowed down a shallow pained sound. “I’m fine, really, it just—it just grazed me, it just grazed me.” 

Val crawled into the front seat, to look for the first aid kit, while Clement lifted up Zach’s shirt to check the injury on his side. Ze breathed a sigh of relief. He was right, it had just grazed him—but the wound bled and bled, and all Clement could think about is that if the bullet had hit him just a few more inches to the right, it would have pierced his organs. There would be nothing they could have done for him.

“I’m okay…?” Zach asked, quietly. “You’ll be alright,” Clement said. “You’ll pull through, buddy, we’ll take care of you, okay?” 

“Okay,” Zach repeated. He leaned his head back and winced. Nineteen, only a few years younger than Clement and Val, but at that moment ze felt every day of that gap. Gangly, pale, his movements unbalanced sometimes in the way that reminded hir of a puppy.. He’d been hunting for less than a year, usually with bigger groups than just their trio, did he really know what he was getting into? Were they going to get this poor boy killed someday?

“A fucking gun,” Val said, coming back over the glove compartment with disinfectant and gauze in hand. 

“We should have watched better,” Clement said. Val scowled at hir. 

“Werewolves don’t usually have fucking guns,” she said. “Jesus christ.”

“Should we take him to a  hospital?” “We’re broke.” She sat down on the car floor and unscrewed the bottle of antiseptic. “Zach, this is gonna hurt like a bitch, okay?” 

“I can take it,” He said, looking at the ceiling. “I’m a tough motherfucker, I don’t feel pain, I—” He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming as Val poured it over his wound. 

“You’re doing great.” Clement grabbed his hand. He squeezed hard enough to hurt.

“It’s gonna need stitches.” Val peered at the wound. “Clem, we still have some booze in the back of the van. Go get it, okay?” Ze nodded and let go of Zach’s hand, backing out of the still-open car door. Even outside, ze could still spell the blood. Ze stumbled around to the back compartment and rifled around in there, seeking the bottle of shitty vodka ze knew was in there.

As ze did so, ze could still hear further up in the van. Zach was crying, the sobs choked off, like he was trying to keep them down. Val soothed him, the particular words inaudible, in a voice much softer than she had ever used for Clement.

[justafoxhound]

WIP whenever

tagged by @dirty-bosmer to share a wip🤗

Today I was inspired by my current fo3 game where i've hired jericho. What if Talia hired him to help her make the trip to Tenpenny Tower?(Honestly i feels like this could be a major edit to Atomic Smitten..!)

tagging @jentucker (you wanted this!)

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“Kid, I didn’t sign on with you to play fuckin’ Santa Claus out here.”

Talia could feel the eyes on her back as she stormed ahead of her companion, leaving the thirsty beggar in the humming Megaton dirt.

“You pull any of that shit again and I’m gone.”

Talia stopped in her tracks and turned about to face the man yelling after her. “Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me,” he barked, jabbing the air with the bottle of purified water he’d just yanked from the beggar’s grasp. “In fact, if you’re gonna make me repeat myself like you’re some fuckin’ moron, I’m outta here as well.”

Talia blinked in astonishment. “I- Jesus Christ, are you for real? I paid you didn’t I? You’re gonna bail over a sip of water?”

His permanent scowl grew harsher. “Listen, you stuck up Vault bitch. You only paid me half. You fuck around givin’ away useful stuff like this, waste my time, bore me, and I’ll take my half back to Moriarty’s right fuckin’ now. Got no problem getting drunk instead of babysittin’ you.”

Talia’s stomach lurched. “You’ll get your other half. I promised, didn’t I? Jericho, come on.” She urged him to continue with her away from town. She couldn’t make this trip alone. At least not now she’d given him every cap she had after begging Mr. Burke for an advance on the pay he promised on completion of his request. “The caps are yours, but we have to get to Tenpenny Tower to get paid.”

Jericho glared from a few paces away. “And if this turns out to be a fuckin’ merry-go-round? Whole thing’s fucked up. I hope you’ll still be feelin’ so charitable if we find out there’s nobody up there, ‘cause I’m gonna be real pissed.”

Talia stifled a shiver. This was almost definitely not a good idea. Maybe she could have taken her chances alone. But it was too late now. Plus, she’d seen the claw marks on one of the town’s brahmin. Not all of the Vault stories about mutants were exaggeration. “No, sir,” she declared. “There’s plenty of people there. And when I say this guy is expecting us, we’ll get straight in, I swear.” I hope.

Jericho sniffed and took a noisy swig from the water bottle. “Yeah? This guy, Burke, he for real?”

Talia nodded profusely. “He had five hundred caps in his pocket to give me. And he’s from Tenpenny Tower so surely he’s good for it, and he wants the job done.” She put up a convincing argument, partly to assure herself too. The well dressed visitor had offered her one thousand caps for a simple, if extreme, job. She wasn’t sure it wasn’t just his strange idea of a sick joke. People on the surface were different, and he wasn’t like anybody she’d encountered in this town.

Jericho seemed to finish his thought, losing the animal intensity that had briefly sharpened his gaze. “Yeah, I seen him around. Had plenty to spend around town every day. Alright, let’s get goin’ before I change my mind.”

Talia nodded and hurried to match her mercenary’s quick pace, albeit keeping well out of arm’s reach. The old, grizzled, wasteland tough guy hadn’t given her a second glance in Moriarty’s saloon. But she wondered if he hadn’t heard some of her conversation with Mr. Burke, because as soon as she approached him about work escorting her across the wasteland he’d hit her pretty quick with a steep price of exactly one thousand caps. He’d seemed pretty surprised when she actually ponied up half that.

She breathed a little easier once he’d walked more than a minute without complaining. She didn't doubt he’d walk away with her caps and leave her in more of a mess than she already was, so she resolved to try to keep quiet and just get to the tower. But if she had to coddle him to keep him happy, she would. She’d pinned all hope of living beyond a week on Mr. Burke’s outrageous offer, couldn’t back out, and she had to reach him first. He held all the baskets, and she only had one egg, and she’d given it to Jericho.

“The fuck you givin’ this away here for anyway? Won’t do him any good.” Jericho interrupted her thoughts, brandishing the water bottle.

“I was just gonna give him a sip. I thought I was gonna die of thirst when I got out the Vault.”

He sniffed. “I don’t get it.”

She didn’t try to explain. “Can I have it please?”

He tossed a glance her way. “No. Not to waste it on dead men.”

“I’m thirsty. Anyway, I swiped it from Moriarty fair and square.”

“No shit? I thought this was Vault water. That fucker holds all the best stuff back. What was he chargin’?”

“Um, like, thirty caps?”

Jericho snorted. “Man, robbery without gettin’ off your ass. He don’t bother get his hands dirty. It’s gotta get boring though, if you ask me. You get anything stronger?”

Talia shook her head uncertainly, mumbling an apology.

“Shit.” Jericho tossed the water her way. “First bottle of booze you see is mine.”

She agreed, muffling her sigh of relief at catching the water without stumbling. It was going to be a long walk.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman x Reader || Oneshot

Plot: Guess who else is working for Murdock to get some cash out of it?? Yeah! You! And you and Jim know each other from the last time at Blackwater (A.K.A the events of Lake Placid; The Final Chapter)

Warnings: Uhhh a little trauma for the both of you.

Tags: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball

“Miss Murdock… doya mind letting me in on something, here?”

At first, the brunette doesn’t hear Jim- that or she doesn’t care to respond, but Beach clears his throat out of awkwardness, next to her. She looks up and turns her head at this, giving a frustrated ‘ugh’ sound, but does not look at Jim. “What?” She snaps, setting her phone face down on her lap; Frustrated at him.

“Just… “Jim looks at her like it’s obvious, eyes round and intensely expectant. “Why the hell we’ve been parked here in the middle of goddamn nowhere for 15 minutes!?”

She pauses for a moment, glaring, before going back to tapping away on her phone. “That’s privileged information.”

“Jesus christ.”

Another silent moment passes in the car, and suddenly the door next to him flies open. It makes him jump, scootching hurriedly across the seats to the other side of the car, almost pressing against the opposite door, startled. He didn’t even hear anyone approach! What in the hell!?- Why’s Beach getting out?

“Ah, there you are. Finally. We’ve been waiting for an hour for you.” Murdock sighs, frustrated and actually putting her phone away this time as the person lowers their head to see inside the vehicle. “Get in. We’re on a schedule.” After you climb in, Beach immediately slams the door closed on you. You jump, this time, surprised. “Aaanyway,” Murdock looks up into the rear-view mirror, her pale blue eyes crystal-like and focused on you. “I assume you two know eachother already?”

When you look up to the man next to you as you buckle yourself in, you immediately pause what you’re doing to beam at him. “Jim!” You haven’t seen him since the last time you were anywhere near this crocodile infested hell on earth- actually, you weren’t entirely sure if he survived. You’re glad to see that he did, though… even missing 1 or two things.

He grins back at you, and it’s like the best thing- you thought today was just going to be you doing something mildly… corrupt… with this bitch Murdock in a place you hate. Sure Jim’s a creep and a miser from what you remember of that ‘trip’ at Blackwater, but seeing him is a huge relief. Truth be told, you liked him in the few moments you actually interacted with him directly.

And at least you aren’t alone, against Murdock.

“What are you doing here, dumpling?” Ah- he called you the same thing the last time. So he does remember you, actually. For some reason that make you smile again, before finishing buckling up as Beach gets back in the car too and the driver starts it up.

“What are you doing here?” You counter, giving him a look. Like, is this anything like the last time? Is he doing something mildly corrupt, too?

Theirs a mischievous glint in his eye - The other is covered up by an eyepatch, now. Why are you not surprised by that? - gives him away. With a hooked prosthetic replacing his right arm now, he scratches the side of his nose ‘inconspicuously’. “Not sure what you mean… ”

“Mhmm.”

“And you? Don’t think you’re gonna distract me from you just like that, sweetheart.”

“Uhh, well… cash flow is… kiinda tight, at the moment… “You wince, giving a guilty, nervous look. It has been a tough couple of months. You are… not great at the blackjack table.

Grinning smugly, Jim’s about to keep talking to you- but Murdock pipes up then. “I didn’t totally trust your ability to remember the layout, Bickerman. I’m afraid alcoholism might’ve affected your memory… hence, Y/N.”

You don’t see Jim’s eye go cold but you hear his voice turn icy, and it surprises enough to have you turn again from her to watch him. “My memory’s just fine, Miss… “You’re looking at him a little concerned, a furrow in your brow, and he sees that when he glance at you. “Ah, but, I can’t say I mind the company. Better then what you two are offering, by a long shot.”

Beach sighs, resting his cheek in his fist, almost like a grumpy teenager. But, you know- grown, and macho, and working for a psychopath. In the rear-view mirror, both you and Jim see Murdock roll her eyes. “We’re not here to make friends, you two. And it’s not Date a Hillbilly, either. We’re here to save my snakes.”

Sighing swiftly, to cover up the way your heartbeat sped up at that second remark she made specifically to you, you lean back against the car seat. “Yes ma’am.” You nod, giving a little cheeky salute before turning away from everyone; Looking out the window as the forest flies by around you. The closer you get to Blackwater, the more nervous you get. Just as you’re about to disappear into your own mind for the duration of the ride, thinking about that hell and your anxiety, you feel a gentle pinch on your arm and turn to back to meet Jim’s eye; One curious eyebrow raised at him.  

“Hey, wake me up when we get there, won’t you dumping?” Watching as he leans back in his seat and drags his hat down over his eyes, you give a little grin. In a much lower voice, almost just a breath so the rest of the car doesn’t hear, he adds “Don’t trust the snake bitch not to empty a bottle of water on me.”

Humming, you nod even though he can’t see you. The anxiety feels a little lighter on your chest, now. “Okay.”

~ 45 minutes later, you’re stepping through the gate to goddamn hell again, watching Murdock stalk purposely into the trees like there’s nothing that could possibly hurt her (No, not her. Not with her 3 bodyguards and ‘authority’) and feeling Beach’s presence behind you waiting to slip in after you do. Taking a deep breath, you follow her without hesitation- not about to show anyone here a moment of weakness.

As you’re cautiously following her, the strides you’re taking not quite as ignorantly confident as hers but not as terribly small as your body is screaming out for you to take either, hopefully just right, you hear Jim hobble up behind you. His good hand lands on your shoulder before he reaches you, and you turn to see a nervous look on his face just like how you feel. You let out a relieved, nervous breath in response to seeing you’re not the only one.

“-if I pass out, can we not tell people, eh?” He huffs, getting a forced smile and a nod out of you.

“If I do, will you drag me out of the way of any crocs?” You partly joke, crossing your arms over your chest as you both walk.

An almost comforting grin spreads wonkily across his haggard face, before turning into a mischievous one again; Causing your stomach to drop. In a good way. “Hey, I do you, you do me… “

Chuckling, you drop your arms again from the defensive position across your chest and give another nod. “Okay, deal.”

He squeezes your shoulder slowly, before letting go.

~

“Wai- You want to go on the water!??” You’re suddenly filled with terror, looking at Murdock like she just renounced God and you’re a devout Christian. Is she insane??

Murdock rolls her eyes, deeply, and it only infuriates you more. Even Beach looks unsure, standing there with his eyes shifting between the ground he can run on and the tiny little boat she wants to take. His jaw sets tight. “That’s the only way we’re going to get to my snakes- your friend here just said so. What, are you scared?”

“Of- Of getting torn to shreds by a giant reptile?? Yes!”

“Oh- come on.”

“You come on!- “

“I don’t think the boat belongs to us, either, Miss.” Jim pipes up from just behind you, which has you pausing for a moment. Surprised. Poaching is okay but theft is not?? Aalright interesting. But not the issue right now, he’s right-

“Who cares!” Murdock shrugs, frustrated. “Look, if you, Bickerman, want to start paying me my money back and you Y/N don’t want to get paid at all… you’re welcome to head back now.” She says, before turning on you both before either of you have the chance to even reply, and stalking towards the boat. Beach and their remaining bodyguard follow right behind her.

After moments pause, you turn to the one person all day who’s been on your side and shake your head, grimly. Damnit, you need that money…  “… this evil fucking lunatic.”

… giving a nod, absentmindedly shaking his prosthetic arm so that his flannel falls over it more securely, Jim gives you a dark look in agreement. He fully shares your sentiment. You watch him look out to the water with a nervous look on his face, then, before his eyes widen at the sound of the boats motor starting up and looking back at you.

“… I cannot start paying that money back, sweetheart. Shit’s gone.”

… Your eyes harden, determination filling your body now. You like this man, admittedly, more then you thought the last time you saw him or even this morning- you are not about the let the poor guy fall into debt with this crazy woman. Taking a deep breath, you let it out quickly and turn to the boat. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

[you-show-me-love]

Gallavich Kinktober 2022 Day 14 - piercings X “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

For @gallavichthings and those who believe Mickey Milkovich should have piercings

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

"So this is a felon themed coffee shop?"

Trevor rolled his eyes at the man looking confused next to him. Ian was hot, so hot, but he was really dumb sometimes.

"It's not a theme." Trevor's patronizing tone pulled Ian from his confused wonder, his own eyes now rolling.

"They exclusively employ ex-cons."

Ian pulled open the door to Criminally Good Coffee, revealing yet another hipster coffee shop his friend Trevor had dragged him to.

"Why can't they just hire parolees and not make it their theme?" Ian asked as they joined the line. Even with five siblings Ian wouldn't have to wait this long for the coffee he makes at home, plus his wallet wouldn't be so light if Trevor didn't insist on dropping $6 for coffee every other day. Still, Ian wanted more queer friends and if waiting too long to buy overpriced coffee was the way to do it he'd bite his tongue.

"Ian, imagine if you didn't know the person making your coffee had been to jail. Or worse, your child's teacher, your doctor, your‐"

"Jesus Christ, Trev!" Ian interrupted his friend's attempt to put his entire foot in his mouth.

"They don't have to advertise their criminal record just so you feel safe. If they're good at their job, who cares?"

Trevor opened his mouth to respond when he realized they were at the front of the line and a pissed off looking ex-con was giving him the crazy eyes undera accusatory eyebrows.

Ian had noticed too, though he wasn't eating his words like Trevor was. No, he was eating up the sight in front of him. The man was shorter than him but in no way did that make him less of a force. His dark hair was slicked back on top, dropping into a fade down his head. His arched brows were raised high, crinkling his forehead, the two barbells in the left brow catching the light. His eyes, currently drilling a judgemental hole into Trevor, were a gorgeous robin's egg blue. Rounding out his face was a pair of full pink lips adorned with a hoop right in the center of his bottom lip. Below his chin Ian admired the trio of skulls stacked on top of each other down the column of his throat.

"You gonna order somethin' or just insult me to my face?" The man, Mickey according to his name tag, bit out behind gritted teeth.

Trevor opened his mouth, but all that came out was a sound like someone was slowly letting air leak out of a balloon.

A tall blond snaked his way between Mickey and the counter, glossed lips pulled in a sultry smirk.

"What can I get you? Besides my number?" He, Cole on the nametag, asked Ian and Ian only.

Behind him Mickey finally eased up on his mental murder of Trevor. His eyes met Ian's over Cole's shoulder, face shifting from cold, calculated anger to something open and intrigued that made Ian shiver.

"Uh, black coffee?" Ian finally ordered, handing over a ten dollar bill and tossing the few dollars and change into the tip jar. Cole wrote quite a bit on his cup before passing it over to Mickey who rolled his eyes and worked on Ian's drink. He left Cole and Trevor at the register, sent away with a wink and wave from the blond.

"One black coffee for…Hottie with the Body-ody-ody?" Mickey read, voice shifting from bored to amused as he read the name. Ian raised his hand and reached for the hot cup.

"It's Ian actually."

Ian's hands were grazing the cup when it was snatched back, held by fingers reading F-U-C-K. Ian watched Mickey uncap a marker with his teeth and scribble something before sliding Ian's order back over.

"Take your pick, tough guy."

–

"I'm pretty sure he spit in my drink." Trevor grimaced as he took a sip of his americano. Ian grinned at his friend's discomfort. The whole experience had been enjoyable for him and he was walking away with a spit-free coffee and two phone numbers on his cup, hidden from his friend by his large hand. He didn't need Trevor to shit all over his excitement right now, and he knew the man would go hard.

Friend-zoning Trevor was a constant battle. Ian liked him at first, thought he was cute and funny, but the more he got to know Trevor the more incompatible he knew they'd be. Ian knew from the moment Trevor told him he was a top they could never work, but the more Ian saw how much their different upbringings shaped their world perspectives the more solid he was in his resistance to giving their relationship a chance.

"Well, this is my stop." Trevor pulled Ian from his thoughts as they stopped outside of Trevor's building. "Wanna come up?" He offered, face full of hope that this time Ian would say yes. The numbers burning themselves into his fingers and palm had him turning Trevor down once again.

–

"Well, well, well." Cole purred when he opened the door for Ian. The redhead paused, hand still raised to knock.

"I-"

"You're here for Mickey, I know." Cole heaved a dramatic sigh and turned on his heel, leaving the door open for Ian to follow.

"It's a shame we have the same taste in men." Cole bemoaned as he sank onto the couch. Ian stood awkwardly in the doorway, looking around for the man who sent him to this address. Instead he found a rather elaborate photo wall, and curiosity brought him to stand in full view.

In the center of the mass of photos were two mugshots, one for the man on the couch and one for his date. Cole's hair in the picture was dark, most likely his natural color, but his lips were still glossy and artificially plumped. He was pouting into the camera, puppy dog eyes looking just above the lense. Mickey's mugshot was a little more typical: dead eyes, relaxed face, but there was no throat tattoo or holes in his face where peircings would to be. Surrounding the mugshots were dozens of pictures of the roommates, some of both, some of just one and probably taken by the other. Ian smiled at a photo near the bottom of the pair with their tongues out, flipping off the camera.

"Ey." Mickey offered gently in greeting. Ian hadn't noticed him join them in the living room. Mickey stepped closer, eyes moving across the wall with a nostalgic smile.

"So, uh, what were you in for?" Ian asked, then winced at how insensitive the question was. The roommates took it in stride.

"Credit card fraud." Cole said from the couch. "Totally lame."

Mickey shot an amused look to the harassed looking blond before facing Ian with the same look.

"Would you believe me if I told you the same?"

Ian scrunched his nose and shook his head, Mickey's face shifted into a put upon expression before he dropped the playful edge.

"Attempted murder. Sentenced to fifteen, out in eight."

He watched Ian behind veiled eyes, probably waiting for him to make an excuse to bail. Instead Ian swallowed his concern.

"Did they deserve it?"

Mickey's face split into a wide grin and Ian's heart fluttered at the sight. He knew in that moment whatever Mickey had done didn't matter, Ian just wanted to keep making him smile like that.

–

Two Months Later

"Ian!" Mickey yelped, his boyfriend having yanked him back onto the couch.

"I gotta get ready for my shift." He reminded the redhead currently nuzzling into his neck.

Ian took a deep inhale against Mickey's warm skin. It had been an amazing two months of dates and sex and happiness. Ian had even been added to the mugshot collage in a candid photo or two which he considered a badge of honor.

"You've got time." Ian pressed his lips to the skin he was nuzzling, then added a nip of teeth. Mickey groaned in annoyance but still tilted his head to give Ian more room.

"Don't send me to work with a hickey, dumbass."

Ian smirked and grabbed Mickey by the hips, dragging the man into his lap. Looking up into his blue eyes Ian knew Mickey's words did not match his expectations.

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Mickey's tattooed arms wrapped around the back of Ian's head and pulled him into the crook of his neck. Ian went willing, mouth sucking at the feast of sensitive flesh. Mickey sighed as Ian marked him, grinding their clothed dicks together. Blood was warming a trail down to Ian's crotch, making him hard. That's just what it was like with Mickey, his dick at the ready with just a touch or even a look. It was so easy for them. They were so compatible.

Ian pulled back to admire his work on one side of Mickey's neck. The skin was shiny with spit and angry red, the broken blood vessels already coloring a deep purple. Mickey's grinding was slowing down the longer Ian looked, the stimulation not enough, so Ian reached under his boyfriend's shirt and flicked his thumbnail over pierced nubs. Mickey's head fell back and his hips resumed their thrusting.

"Ian, fuck." Mickey's voice shook as Ian turned his head and face planted into the other side of his neck. Between his biting kisses, the nails grazing his pierced nipples, and the friction on his cock, Mickey was going to cum in his pants like a damn teenager.

It took less than a minute from there for Mickey to cum, making those aborted, huffy groans Ian loved as he did so. Leaning back the redhead admired his handwork, both sides of Mickey's neck bitten into a patchwork of red and purple.

"Beautiful." Ian whispered, looking directly into Mickey's eyes. The man smiled, that wide grin that made Ian's heart flutter the first day and every day since.

"Damn."

They turned in the direction of the voice. Cole was leant against his doorframe, dumbfounded. Mickey shuffled off of Ian's lap and raised his middle finger at his roommate.

"Next time buy a ticket to the show, eh?" Mickey told his roommate, face shuttered back into his hard ex-con exterior that phased neither of the people in front of him. He stalked off to his bedroom to finally get ready for work.

"If only you had called me instead." Cole lamented, making Ian grin. They had done this charade many times in the last two months.

"Should have called dibs." He replied with a what-can-ya-do shrug.

Cole huffed and put on an exasperated face of contemplation before coming to a light bulb moment.

"You wouldn't happen to have a brother would you?'

Ian laughed from deep in his gut, holding his stomach as his body heaved. He settled down and seeing Cole was still awaiting an answer he shrugged.

"Sure, I'll give you his number."

[therev28]

Get to Know the Fanfic Writer

Tagged by @bioticbooty (thank you!!)

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

July 2011 (jesus christ, lol)

First Character(s) you wrote?

My self insert 🤣 but in terms of a fictional character, it'd be Commander Shepard from Mass Effect!

Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?

Honestly, I'm sort of a variety writer, so I write for a pretty wide variety of characters? But my current longfic focuses on Shiho Hinomori and Harukua Kiritani from Project Sekai!

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon?

That's a tough one. I feel like I've written for most of the characters I care about right now. Actually, I've never written Toya Aoyagi, but I do have something in mind for him (and the rest of Vivid Bad Squad) that I'd like to write soon.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

Project Sekai and Love Live

Platonic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Platonic Poly/need. I love their friendship so much 🥺

Shiho & Shizuku Hinomori. Their sibling relationship means so much to me.

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Project Sekai: Shiho/Haruka,

Love Live: Setsuna/Ayumu

Your top AO3 tags?

Fluff

Established Relationship

Pre-relationship

(Can you tell what I enjoy writing? lmao)

Current platform you use for posting?

AO3, TheRev28

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

I don't have any full prose WIPs at the moment, but here's a dialogue snippet from an upcoming Shiho/Haruka chapter!

Shiho: “Onee-chan, why are you putting on makeup to go to practice?”

Shizuku: “Oh! Shii-chan! I didn’t hear you come in. Do you need the bathroom?”

Shiho: “No, I was just about to head out.” [thinks about it and decides to push] “And you didn’t answer my question.”

Shizuku: “Ah… well, today we’ll be livestreaming our practice for the first time.”

Shiho: “Haruka mentioned you were doing something like that soon. But that still doesn’t explain the makeup. Isn’t it just gonna run and get all messy?”

Shizuku: “This is stage makeup! It’s designed to stay in place even with lots of physical activity! We always wear it for shows so we can look our best for the fans.”

Shiho: “But this is just a practice session.”

Shizuku: “But our fans will be watching.”

Shiho: “So? If they’re watching you practice, they should know you’re gonna get all sweaty and gross.”

Shizuku: “But… my fans have never seen me like that.”

Shiho: “I thought the whole point of starting over with MMJ was to free yourself of those expectations.” [sees that hit a nerve. Feels bad about it and tries to end the conversation] “Whatever, I’ve also got practice to get to, so I’ll see you at dinner.” [hurries off]

Tagging @infiwrites @ryqoshay and anyone else who wants to do this!

[here4theheartbreak]

Sick Puppy (LotP ch.9)

Relationships: Bangchan x Changbin   Genre: smut | angst w/ a happy ending | werewolf au   Rating: Explicit     Chapter Word Count: ~6.9k   Tags (not all tags apply to all chapters; these are full fic tags): DD:DNE, Smut,  Friends to Lovers, Werewolf AU, Angst w/ a happy ending, Fluff, Werewolf Bang Chan, Idolverse, Minor Violence, Side Pairing Felix/Minho, Bickering, Bottom Changbin, Top Chan, Werewolf Smut, Knots

Summary: Secrets are hard to keep from those we love. This was a fact that Chan  knew all too well. He loved his members and he shared every piece of  himself with them - except the biggest, and most vital. Chan was cursed.  ​   A/N: Fic will be updated Monday/Tuesdays as schedule allows; Please note that fic will include smut while member is in wolf form; he is still sentient and able to communicate, which is the reason for the dead dove tag; please do not proceed if not comfortable with this.     Read on AO3! | Read on Asian Fanfics

Weeks turned into months as the group worked on end of year shows and prepared for new releases. Chan felt fifteen years older than he really was most nights, and the rest of the group wasn’t much better.

Though he and Changbin still spent most nights together, they rarely had the energy to go out, or even do more than cuddle up and fall asleep together. Even his wolf felt the exhaustion; the past two changes resulted in little more than a trot around the clearing and then curling up in the tent with Changbin and sleeping until morning.

To make matters worse, the physical exhaustion and stress made the members more susceptible to whatever illness happened to be floating through the company. Nobody was surprised when they started falling sick with the run of symptoms – stuffy noses, sore throats, high fevers. Felix and Minho caught it first, followed closely by Hyunjin and the rest of the vocal line, and finally the rappers ended up down for the count. Changbin and Jisung bounced back faster than Chan, who’d already run his body into the ground despite his group’s protests.

 “Channie?” Changbin’s voice was blessedly soft, but the light from the cracked door still sent a spike of pain through Chan’s head. He burrowed further under the blanket, groaning when the movement made his legs ache.

He heard the door creak open further and then shut, and Changbin’s footsteps. “Hey, come on, you should try to eat something, baby,” Changbin coaxed, lightly touching his arm.

“Can’t keep it down,” Chan rasped, his vocal cords aching as they sandpapered against each other.

“Fair enough, but you haven’t eaten for two days. At least try a little? Minho made soup, it’s delicious. We strained out most of the chunks, so it’s mostly just broth.”

There was a soft thunk as he set a bowl down and the bed shifted with his weight. “Chan…” Changbin’s voice was soft enough now that Chan had to hold his wheezing breath to hear him. “Tonight’s the last night of the full moon. How’s your wolf?”

Chan whined softly, his body aching all at once at the reminder.

“Pissed off.” He rasped. “I have to change tonight, I can’t hold it back.”

The previous moon he’d waited until the last minute, finally freeing his wolf only halfway through the final night of the moon, and holding him back again was out of the question. His fighting against Chan’s restraints was worsening the illness, he knew.

“I have to change tonight,” he repeated.

“They aren’t gonna let you leave the dorm, Chan,” Changbin worried. He gently slipped under the covers, wrapping an arm around Chan’s middle. “And you’re burning up, Christ. How will your wolf manage this sickness?”

“No idea,” Chan whispered. “He’s never been sick.”

“You mean you’ve never changed with a cold?”

Chan shook his head. “I’m normally pretty healthy; my wolf makes my immune system tough – I can take a lot more than the average human.”

Changbin sighed. “Well this cold is kicking your ass. And I’m sure your wolf won’t like it much either.”

They laid in silence for a moment. Despite the warmth of the blankets and Changbin’s body, Chan began to shiver, whining softly. “It’s getting close to night, isn’t it?” He croaked.

“Sunset is in a few hours, yeah. We’ve gotta figure something out.” He pressed his lips to the back of Chan’s neck. “First we’ve gotta get this fever down. Come on.” He sat up and pulled the blankets off Chan. Chan whined and curled up tighter, putting his arms over his head.

“Come on, I want you in the bath. If you don’t get this down, you’re gonna need a hospital. And I doubt you want to wolf out in front of a nice nurse.”

Chan groaned. He knew Changbin was right, but the thought of moving was agony. Despite his body’s protests, he let Changbin pull him upright and strip his sweat soaked shirt. “Do you have a headache?” Changbin asked.

Chan nodded, wincing and touching his head at the movement. “Yeah,” he rasped.

“Okay. Sit here and try to sip at your soup. I’m gonna get the bath ready so the water sound doesn’t hurt your head.” Changbin helped him back into a sitting position on the bed.

Chan looked up, watching him go. His heart skipped a beat, a gentle peace cutting through the pain of his illness. Despite the jokes they all made about Changbin being a child, helpless, goofy – he was perfect. He knew how to care for the sick members, and just what to say and do to make them feel better. He may be the comedian in their group, but he was just as much of a protector and caretaker as Minho and Chan were, in his own way. He would have to thank Changbin for this when he felt better, and tell his mom she raised a damn good son.

 Changbin returned a few minutes later. He glanced at the bowl. “Any luck?”

“A sip or two,” Chan whispered. Changbin nodded. “We’ll rewarm it when you’re done and try again.” He helped him up and to the bathroom. Another door creaked open.

“How’re you doing?” Jisung asked, his own voice still a little raspy.

“Horrible,” Chan responded, though most of it was a near silent whisper. Jisung grunted, and Chan could imagine his wince despite his eyes being closed.

“High fever,” Changbin answered. “Need to get it down.”

“Do you want me to call the manager?” Jisung worried. “He’s at his personal apartment, but he’s feeling better – he can drive him…”

“No,” Changbin said quickly. “I’ll get the fever down. If not, we’ll give him a call. I don’t want him to risk getting sicker too.”

“Okay.” Jisung shut his door again and Changbin tugged Chan into the bathroom. He pulled his boxers off, and Chan chuckled tiredly.

“What?”

“Now is not the time for a blowjob,” he joked.

Changbin laughed, shaking his head. “I agree completely. Come on, you’re starting to get delusional.” He helped Chan into the water.

Chan yelped, trying to jump out of it. “It’s cold!” He shouted, his voice cracking.

“Yeah, that’s the point,” Changbin said, easily keeping him in it. “It’s actually lukewarm but you’re hot enough to cook an egg on your damn skin, you need to cool off.”

Chan whined in protest, but let Changbin push him into the water. He pulled his knees up and hugged them, shivering. “You hate me, don’t you?”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Changbin said. Chan hid his face in his arms. A wet cloth brushed along his back and shoulders, down his arms and ribs, cooling his body.

“Your mom,” Changbin said after a while.

“What?” Chan swallowed the small amount of saliva in his mouth, wincing at the tiny dagger feeling as he did.

“We should call your mom. Your whole family are wolves, right? Surely one of them has been sick during a change. I bet she could give us tips on how to manage it or what to expect.”

Chan thought for a moment, struggling past the fog clouding his mind. He nodded. “Probably, yeah. But… I can’t change, they won’t let me leave.”

“Then we’ll change here,” Changbin said.

Chan looked up, ignoring the pain in his head as he did. “Are you crazy?!” He rasped, his voice breaking and going silent from the volume.

Changbin shook his head, setting a hand on Chan’s shoulder. “Relax.” He continued to run the cloth over his overheated skin as he spoke. “It makes the most sense. Nobody wants to come into your room right now because you’re sick, right? I’ll make sure nobody does. We can hang a blanket between your bed and the closet area that blocks off the floor, and you can change there. I doubt your wolf will be wanting to run circles through a field or hunt bunnies with how sick you are so… I say we check with your mom, make sure it’s possible and will be safe, then plan to let you change here.”

Chan looked at him, fear knotting his stomach worse than the flu had. “It’s dangerous,” he whispered.

“I know.” Changbin stroked the cool cloth over his cheeks and forehead. “I know it is. But you need to be safe too. Let me take care of you.”

Chan grimaced, chewing his bottom lip. Changbin was right. If he tried to take him anywhere but the hospital, the company and members would lose their minds – for good reason. And saying they were taking him to the hospital would definitely require their manager getting involved.

“We’ll ask my mom,” Chan finally relented. Changbin nodded. He pressed his forearm to Chan’s forehead, sighing.

“Seems like you’re a little cooler. Stay in here a little longer, okay? I want to change your bedding. No offense, but you kind of stink.”

Chan laughed a little at that and nodded. “I’m not surprised,” he croaked.

Changbin pressed a kiss to his temple and rose, dropping the cloth in the tub before leaving. Chan let himself stretch out, the water feeling less frigid now that he’d been sitting in it for a while. He rested his head on the back of the tub, closing his eyes and letting the water lap over his skin. His wolf was restless, his bones aching deep down in a way that the flu couldn’t do.

“We’ll figure it out,” Chan whispered. He wrapped his arms around his chest, willing his wolf to settle, just for a while longer. He’d changed in a house before, that wasn’t the concern, really. He used to routinely change in his parents’ house before going to run as a child. But his wolf hated being constrained. The idea of forcing an animal as large as he was in one small room for the entirety of his shift – it was more likely to get someone’s throat ripped out than to succeed. But Changbin had good points, and with his illness it would likely be easier to manage. That and, realistically, this was Changbin. He would rather die than raise a hand or paw to that man in any aggressive manner.

 Chan had nearly drifted to sleep when the bathroom door opened. “Got your bedding changed,” Changbin said softly. He helped Chan to his feet and took a moment to dry him off. They walked back to the bedroom and Changbin helped him into clean boxers before settling him back into bed.

“I also rewarmed the soup. Please try some?” He pressed, sitting next to him and grabbing the bowl. Chan grimaced at the strong smell.

“Changbin—” He whined.

“Five bites,” Changbin pressed, offering the spoon. Chan sighed again. He took the bowl and spooned up a bit of broth, carefully blowing on it before swallowing it. Changbin grinned, pleased.

Chan rolled his eyes but continued, managing four bites before his stomach started rolling in warning. He shook his head, passing the bowl back to Changbin. “I can’t.”

Changbin sighed heavily but nodded. “Well, it’s better than nothing.” He set the bowl aside. “I’ll dig up some ginger ale or water for you here in a minute. Let’s call your mom, will she be awake?”

Chan nodded. “Just two hours difference.” He unlocked his phone and found his mom’s contact, calling her on video. He knew with the way he sounded, seeing his mouth move would be far easier to understand than just audio. She picked it up after just a few rings, smiling brightly.

“Chris, how are things?” Her smile faded quickly. “Oh, honey, you look horrible.”

Chan chuckled and nodded. “I feel awful,” he croaked.

Changbin leaned into the frame and waved. “Hi ma’am.”

“Oh, hello Changbin. What’s wrong? You sound terrible, you shouldn’t be talking.”

“I needed to call,” Chan croaked out, his voice fading faster. He winced, looking at Changbin for help. Changbin nodded. He took the phone and Chan leaned out of frame, coughing hard.

“Sorry for calling,” Changbin said, rubbing Chan’s back. “But we’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“What’s the matter? How can I help?” She asked. Chan leaned back on the bed, rubbing the sides of his throat.

Changbin glanced at him, worry clear in his eyes. Chan nodded. He hadn’t told his parents yet about Changbin knowing their secret, and Changbin knew as well has he did that it was a big deal. Changbin nodded back. He looked at the phone.

“It’s… It’s the last night of the full moon,” he said softly.

Her smile wavered then returned, though it no longer met her eyes. “I’m sorry? What do you mean?”

Chan coughed again. “He knows, ma,” he rasped. Her smile dropped completely this time, and Chan grimaced at the anger in her expression. “Christopher…”

“Yell at me later,” Chan said quickly. He coughed again, the strain on his throat finally becoming too much. “Please,” he managed between hacks.

Changbin gently rubbed the back of his neck. “I know it’s a big deal,” Changbin said. “And I’m sorry we had to tell you this way. I’ve known for a while, I haven’t told. I’d never. But he’s sick, really sick, and he hasn’t changed yet. Last month we were busy through the full moon, so he couldn’t change until the last day, and only for a few hours, I don’t think he can manage to hold his wolf back this time.”

“No, he can’t, it’s possible, but not if you want any sort of control over the animal.” She sighed. “He wasn’t supposed to tell humans.”

“I know. And he didn’t tell me on purpose,” Changbin said. “Not at first. He had to change one night, to save me from another one. Another wolf. Please. I know you’re upset and you have every right to be, but I need to know how to take care of him like this.”

She sighed again. “Can you two get to the woods?”

Changbin shook his head. Chan leaned closer to him, cuddling up to Changbin’s side now that his coughing fit had faded. He didn’t trust his voice to say anything. He rested his head on Changbin’s chest, comforted when he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “We can’t. This flu has been bouncing around both dorms and everyone has had it, Chan is the worst. Even our managers have it. We’re all locked down. The only way I’m getting him out without a big issue is if it’s to go to the hospital, and that means we have to call the manager, they won’t let me take him alone.”

“That’s a problem.”

“I know. His room locks,” Changbin said. “I know it’s not a good idea to change indoors like this but… Is it possible? Just this once?”

“How do you feel about it, Chan? How’s your wolf?” She asked.

Chan swallowed the daggers in his throat again, wincing. “He’s tired. Pissed, but tired. I think it’s possible. I’m worried about Changbin,” he croaked.

“Don’t worry about me,” Changbin argued. He squeezed Chan’s shoulder gently.

“He’s got reason to worry, Changbin,” his mother said. “Have you seen him? Really seen what he is?”

“Yes ma’am.” Changbin held Chan firmly. “I’ve been with him the past four changes. We’ve been in the woods together the whole night through all of them.”

“Then you should realize it. He is a wild animal. As much as he is my son, and I love him, he isn’t entirely human. Do you own animals, Changbin? Dogs specifically?”

“No, I’m allergic.” He paused when she frowned and he laughed. “At this point I’ve nearly bought stock in allergy medication, yeah, I use a lot of it.”

She chuckled softly, making a sympathetic noise when Chan laughed, only to fall into another fit of coughing. She sighed.

“Well, if you know anything about animals at all, when they’re hurt or sick they are far more dangerous. He could kill you easily if he lost control of the animal side of himself, and being sick it is far more likely that he will lose that control.”

“I understand.”

She scowled, looking between Chan and Changbin. Chan lowered his gaze, his cheeks warming under her gaze. She was trying to figure out what was going on between them, he knew, and he also knew if he said too much, she’d figure it out in a heartbeat. While what she was saying was true – he is far more dangerous as a wolf – his wolf would never kill Changbin. Hurt him by accident, snap, try to turn him – all possibilities. But he’d never kill his mate.

“Do you, Changbin?” She asked softly, her voice firm.

“Yes, ma’am.” Changbin kept his voice steady, though Chan could feel the tension in his body.

“Will it hurt me?” Chan croaked. “To change sick?”

“Less than not changing,” she said. “You’ll feel crappy, and you’ll struggle to keep a hold of your wolf. He’ll feel just as bad – worse possibly – because human germs aren’t meant to be housed in animal bodies. If you’re this sick, it’s something his immune system can’t fight off either, which isn’t a good sign. But it won’t kill you or him, and it likely won’t change much about the illness. Your father—” She paused, looking at Changbin.

He nodded. “Yeah, I know about the family,” he said, seeming to understand her hesitation. She sighed, her mouth forming a fine line.

“Christopher…”

“Mom,” Chan pleaded. “Please, I promise I’ll explain when I feel better.” He croaked. “Please just talk to him. He knows everyth—” his voice broke and he coughed hard, curling up next to Changbin and groaning sadly into his side. Changbin’s arm squeezed tighter, rubbing his shoulder.

“I got you,” he murmured softly. “Please, anything you can offer to help with tonight. It’s already nighttime, he’s hurting, I’m sure.”

“His father has had to change while sick. The best thing to do is keep him calm and relaxed. If you have sleeping pills or painkillers that he can take before changing, that would be helpful.” She paused. “Don’t let him bite you, Changbin.”

“It won’t turn me or anything, right?” He chuckled nervously. “I didn’t think it was that easy.”

“No, it won’t turn you, but he shouldn’t get a taste of your blood. Things… Could happen.”

Chan looked up quickly, his eyes widening. “Ma—” He croaked, coughing again. “Don’t start.”

“You know it’s a risk, Chris. It’s not fair that you haven’t warned him.”

“Well no,” Changbin said quickly. “He’s been really open about everything I asked. I found out by accident and he was really good about making sure I wasn’t scared and understood why I needed to keep it quiet. He probably told me and I forgot.”

Her eyes narrowed, and Chan felt his cheeks warming. He took in a rasping breath, ready to explain when she spoke.

“Tasting the blood of someone can cause the wolf to want to breed with whoever that is.”

Chan winced at the abrupt tone. “Mom—” He groaned.

Changbin chuckled. “Right,” he said in a lilting voice. “He did tell me that. I totally forgot.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Not something we’ve dwelled on. You know the… Mating thing.” He chuckled again, and Chan suddenly wished the bed would open and swallow him whole.

“I see,” his mother said, and he could fee her eyes on him even though was looking anywhere but at the phone screen. “Well,” she said with a sigh. “He’ll likely be okay. It’s dangerous, and I don’t like it, but… It has to be done. Please keep me informed, okay? About how he’s doing. And if he does get out of hand, call me immediately. Or if he bites you.”

Changbin nodded. “Of course. Thank you.”

“And do not – under any circumstances – do not let someone walk into that room.”

“I won’t.” Changbin’s tone was firm. “I won’t let his secret out. You can trust me.”

“I hope we can. This is more than just Christopher’s secret you’re holding here.”

“I understand. We’ll go now, I want to hunt for those pills and help get the room ready for the change, I’ll let you know once he’s shifted and settled.”

She nodded. “Chris?”

Chan looked up, hoping to keep his expression measured. “Yeah?”

“We’re going to have a long talk after you start feeling better, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, feeling chastised.

“But I hope you feel better. Try not to wear Changbin out too much, okay?”

“I’ll try,” Chan promised.

“I love you, honey.”

“Love you, mom.”

Changbin hung up the phone and set it aside, puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled quickly. “Well that was intense,” he mumbled.

Chan laughed, earning another coughing fit. He sat up and blew his nose, groaning softly. “She knows we’re dating, one hundred percent.”

“You think?”

“That look said it all,” he muttered. “I just hope she doesn’t tell my dad before I get a chance to explain it to her.”

Changbin sat up and rested his chin lightly on Chan’s shoulder. “I’m here, okay? No matter how they respond. They’re really mad about you telling me, huh?”

Chan nodded. “Not supposed to say anything except to a mate. A mate that you know is going to be the one.”

Changbin’s lips curled into a smile as he pressed them against the side of Chan’s neck. “Does that mean I’m your one?”

Chan snorted. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he rasped, coughing.

Changbin gasped, pulling away. “Well fine, if you want to be that way,” he cried, mocking offense. He rose and stomped out of the room, still careful to close the door quietly. Chan laughed softly, shaking his head. He laid back down, curling himself into a ball under the covers. His wolf was gnashing at the mental restraints he had in place, forcing his body to try and start the change despite his struggling against it. It wouldn’t be long before he’d be fully unable to resist, and then everyone in the dorm ran the risk of being in danger.

 Changbin returned after a few minutes with a bottle of water. When Chan sat up, he placed three pills in his hand. “Drink.”

“What are they?”

“A Benadryl, and aspirin, and a melatonin. We don’t have any sleeping medication, but I hoped the melatonin would do something, and I know Benadryl can knock you out, so… here’s hoping it works for a wolf too.”

“Or at least calms him,” Chan agreed.

“Move over to your chair, I want to set up our little hideaway.”

Chan took the medication and moved to his desk, resting his head in his palm as he watched Changbin.

He stripped the comforter of the bed and folded it up to fill the floor space between the bed and the wall far from the door. Next he dropped the pillows down in the space, taking a moment to fluff them. He then draped the sheet across the space, tying it to the bed and a coat hook on the wall, making a barrier that hid the spot from the doorway.

“Should be big enough for you,” Changbin said.

“It should be. But… What about my turning? My yelling.”

“Music.” Changbin moved across the bed and went to the television, turning it on and finding Chan’s music app. He turned it up and stepped out of the room, shutting the door. He returned a few seconds later and turned it up further, repeating the action until he was satisfied.

“Should cover most of it. You’re hoarse as hell anyways, so hopefully you won’t make too much noise.”

Chan snorted. “Comforting,” he grumbled.

“Come on.” Changbin helped him up. They stood for a moment, chest to chest. “Hey…”

Chan met his gaze and Changbin smiled softly. “You trust me?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I’ll keep you safe.” Changbin kissed his mouth before stepping back. “Go ahead and strip, then hide out. I’ll stay at the door to make sure nobody comes in.”

Chan nodded. He stripped his boxers off and crawled across the bed into the little hideaway spot Changbin had created for them. He curled up on the warm blankets and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he allowed his wolf forward, praying he wouldn’t be too aggressive.

 The change was agony, his already aching muscles being forced to stretch into new and unnatural positions. The bones realigning were the least of his concerns as his stomach rolled and shifted in a way he worried would make him lose what little content it had. He tried to shout, but his throat was too sore and hoarse to make much more than a weak whimper.

When the shift was finished, Chan laid still, whining softly. His entire body ached in new ways, and the smell of everything was enough to make him nauseous. He should have told Changbin to bring a bucket in in case he puked. Opening his eyes was agony, the shifting array of colors and patterns with the heightened wolf’s vision was enough to send spears of pain through his brain.

The music shut off, blissful silence filling the room. “Channie?” Changbin asked. He heard the bed creak. He cracked one eye, looking up at Changbin and whining softly.

“Oh Chan,” Changbin whispered. “Can I come down?”

Chan wanted to answer, but moving hurt far too much. Instead he only whined again, curling himself into a tighter ball.

Changbin stripped his shirt and sweats off before lowering himself down and curling around Chan as best he could. He gently stroked the fur between his eyes, the touch soothing despite the aches in his body. Chan whimpered.

“I know, you probably hurt a lot. I wish I could help more.” He kissed Chan’s cheek, nuzzling close to him. “I’m gonna call your mom, okay? Just to let her know you changed and how it is.”

He shifted over. Chan kept his eyes shut, his ears flattening at the agonizingly loud ringtone.

“Chris? Changbin?”

“We’re here,” Changbin said softly. He lowered the volume on the phone when Chan’s mother answered. “He shifted, seems like he’s in a lot of pain, but he’s calm,” Changbin explained.

Chan opened his eyes a little, seeing his mother on the screen. He whined softly in greeting.

She tsked. “Oh, honey, you sound terrible. Did you find medication?”

“Yeah, I gave him some of my allergy meds – they can make me a little drowsy so I hoped that would help. And some painkillers.” He shifted away, sneezing into his elbow.

“Oh, you aren’t getting sick too?”

“No, I’ve already had it, this is just my dog allergy,” Changbin explained, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Chan whined, pawing lightly at him in apology.

His mother smiled softly. “You’re kind to do this with an allergy. Will anyone come in?”

Changbin shook his head. He angled the phone up to show the makeshift fort. “We’ve got the sheet hiding him, and I locked the door. Only Jisung and Hyunjin are here right now and I let them both know I’d be in here tonight with Chan and not to come by, since he wasn’t feeling well and I wanted to make sure he got enough rest. The door is locked too, just in case.”

“Good, that’s something… I don’t like it but it seems like you’re doing the best you can. Keep me updated if anything changes, okay? I’m going to bed, but I’ll have my phone near me and the ringtone on, so it’ll wake me.”

“We will,” Changbin assured her. “I’m going to just lay with him, hopefully he’ll get some rest and feel better in the morning.”

Chan whined in agreement, raising his head slowly.

“You look exhausted, honey. Sleep well,” she said.

Chan whined hoarsely, snuffling. He lowered his head back down and curled tighter around himself, tucking his tail over his nose.

“Goodnight,” Changbin said.

“Goodnight, boys.”

The phone clicked off and Changbin set it under the bed. He curled around Chan again, stroking down his back. “I’m here,” Changbin murmured against his fur. “You can rest, Chan.”

Chan felt his muscles unclenching, the aches slowly fading into the background. Everything still hurt, and his entire body was hot, but Changbin’s soothing voice and the gentle brush of his hand down his back was having a calming effect. That, and likely the medication, Chan knew – but it was all Changbin’s doing. He smiled to himself as sleep began to cloud his mind.

Someone to take care of him like this, lay with him on the floor, pet him and whisper to him, feed him… he had someone like that now. It was always a pipe dream, a fairytale… And here Changbin was. Chaotic and loud and pushy – and quiet and gentle and loving. Chan sighed softly. His dream wasn’t so farfetched after all, maybe.

 ***

 Chan woke the next morning entirely drenched in sweat. Changbin was pressed tightly against him, snoring softly with his stuffy nose. Chan carefully unwound from his arms and sat up, stretching and grimacing. He still had aches and his head hurt, but he didn’t feel like his skull was going to crack open. He also didn’t feel like every move was going to make him puke up his entire stomach.

“Chan?” Changbin’s voice was thick with sleep.

“Yeah, just me.”

“How’re you feeling?” Changbin asked. He rubbed his eyes, yawning and stretching.

“A little better,” Chan said. His voice was still mostly gone, but the daggers when he swallowed seemed like they were a little duller. “Hungry,” he admitted.

“You and me both. Lemme take a piss and I’ll order us breakfast.” Changbin sat up, his hair a curly mess. Chan smiled, reaching out and patting it down.

“Thank you for staying with me.”

“We should call your mom, let her know you made it through the shift okay.” He crawled up onto the bed and checked the door. “Still locked, nobody came in,” he said.

Chan nodded. “I’ll call her while you’re in the bathroom.” He rose slowly, using the bed to balance as the wooziness from the sickness and his lack of food hit him. He laid down and groaned, pouting.

“What?” Changbin asked.

“My bed is stripped and I want my blanket.” Chan whined.

Changbin laughed. “Jesus, you’re the leader and you sound like a damn child,” he complained. He went over and untied the sheet from the bed and coat hook, tossing it to Chan.

Chan made a small noise of happiness, pulling it over him and wrapping himself in it. He scowled then. “Where’s my phone?”

“Good God,” Changbin groaned. He leaned down and grabbed the phone, tossing it onto the bed. “Anything else, Your Highness?”

Chan pouted, sticking his bottom lip out and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Changbin scowled in response, his mouth thinning.

“What?”

“Don’t yell at Channie,” he whined. “I’m sick.”

“Ugh!” Changbin groaned. He grabbed a pillow from the floor and smacked Chan in the head with it. Chan laughed hoarsely, sitting up and fluffing it behind his head as Changbin stormed out of the room.

He called his mother, still chuckling at his boyfriend’s dramatic exit.

“Chris? You doing okay?” She asked as soon as she answered. Chan nodded.

“I’m okay, feeling better,” he rasped.

“Your voice certainly doesn’t sound much better.”

“No,” he cleared his throat, “but my body isn’t as achy, and I’m hungry, so that’s good. I haven’t eaten much lately.” He coughed. “Changbin is gonna get us food.”

“Is he there now?”

Chan shook his head. “He went to the bathroom. He stayed with me all night. And the door stayed locked, so nobody came in. And I didn’t bite him. My wolf was really sick too, he just wanted someone to cuddle with.”

Her mouth thinned. “Somehow, I feel like even if you had bitten him… Wouldn’t have caused much of a change, would it have, Christopher?”

Chan lowered his gaze, heat rushing over his face.

“How long?” She asked.

“Mom, I was gonna tell you,” he whispered. When she didn’t answer, he sighed, coughing. “A few months. A couple weeks after he found out about what I am.”

“Chris…”

“I didn’t bite him. It wasn’t because of my wolf. Honestly, he… He was scared of me at first.” He whispered. The memory of their first few weeks, the pain of Changbin’s fear, the ache of loneliness, came flooding back, souring Chan’s stomach.

“What happened?” She asked.

Chan explained the night Changbin had discovered his wolf, the circumstances and the week following. He brushed over some of their more intimate situations, explaining only that they ended up talking through it and realizing that the feelings they had had were mutual prior to finding out the truth.

“I never meant for it to turn into this, mom.” Chan whispered. “My wolf…  I--… We’ve seen him as our second since debut. Before debut, really. I wasn’t going to let it escalate. But that fear – I couldn’t let him be scared of me, and I couldn’t hide how I felt.”

“This is dangerous, Chris.”

“I know it is.”

“And he’s been running with you? In the woods? As a human? What if he gets hurt?”

“I told him not to. Especially now with snow on the ground. But he’s stubborn.” He chuckled. “He refuses to let me be alone. He’s said I spent too long alone, with no one to share my secret. He’s determined to make sure I don’t feel that way anymore.”

Chan felt his nose beginning to burn as he spoke, his eyes blurring. “Mom, I—”

“I know,” she whispered. “I could see it last night between you two. I wish you’d told me earlier, Chris.”

“I didn’t know how you’d take it. You didn’t know I was into guys…”

“Yes, I did. I’m not as naïve as you think, son.”

Chan looked at her, frowning. “Really?”

“I’ve known for a while. I didn’t expect it to be him, honestly, but… I was waiting for some confession.”

“Who did you think?” Chan asked, chuckling.

“Oh well, you know.” She smiled. “Felix, honestly.”

Chan laughed hard, sending him into another fit of coughing. “Lix? No, God… I love him but it’s brotherly. He’s got someone anyways. I’m happy for them.”

“And I want to be happy for you, son,” she said. “You and Changbin used to fight like cats and dogs.”

“We still do.”

“But you’ve always been close with him in that special way. I should have seen it, probably.” She sighed, leaning the phone against something and steepling her fingers under her chin. “Are you going to turn him?”

“No.” Chan said immediately. “No, I’m not going to risk him.”

“It’s not entirely your decision, you know. If Changbin wants it…”

“He knows it’s too dangerous,” Chan said, shaking his head. “I can’t—"

“Your wolf wants a mate.”

“He’s got one. I’ve got one. Changbin is our mate.”

“And that works for now, but it won’t forever. He’ll want more out of Changbin. More than he can provide as a human. A packmate. Someone to run with – someone who doesn’t slow you down on two legs.”

Chan grimaced, hating that she was right. He loved Changbin being with him during his shifts, but he did miss running free, chasing down rabbits and rushing through the brush, wind tickling his fur.

“Just be aware of that. Before you get too deep with him. Wolves and humans aren’t meant to be together without that sacrifice. That’s how it has always been. It’s why there’s so few of us.”

Chan nodded. “I know.”

“He feels the same though. I can see it. I saw it last night when he was holding you. He isn’t scared of you, or what you embody… He’s in love with you.”

Chan shook his head. “We haven’t gotten that far,” he whispered.

“Oh, but you have, even if you haven’t put it in those specific words. I am happy for you, Chris. I am happy you found someone who makes you feel less alone there.”

Chan smiled softly. “He does. Mom he… He laid with me all night last night. He didn’t have to, he could have slept on the bed. I know he wasn’t comfortable, he was sneezing all night – every month, he puts himself through misery just to be with me.”

“It’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make. He probably realizes, even if it’s subconscious, that he’ll have to make a lot more if he wants to stay with you.”

“I don’t want him to sacrifice for me. I want…” Chan drifted off. “I don’t want him to miss things or… Get hurt… Because of what I am.”

“It’s not your decision,” she said. “He’s an adult. He chose this. And he gets to choose what is too much of a sacrifice.” She smiled. “If last night is anything to go by… I’d say his limit for too much is pretty far off.”

Chan nodded, his eyes burning with unshed tears once more. “I’m sure it is. He’s never had much self-preservation, the idiot.”

She laughed. “Well, he fell in love with a wolf boy. I’m sure it just comes with the territory.”

Chan laughed, nodding. He swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked the tears away. “Does Dad know?”

“No. I told him about Changbin knowing our secret, and said it was an emergency. He was upset but he’s always liked Changbin, so, he was more trusting. I figured you should be the one to tell him that part.”

“Is he gonna hate me?”

She paused, looking off in thought. “I don’t think so. It’ll take some getting used to, I’m sure. But like I said, he’s always been fond of Changbin. I’m sure he’ll warm up to it faster than you’d realize. Though… I wouldn’t tell him no so abruptly if he asks about changing him. You know how he is about tradition.”

“I know. I’ll be more diplomatic about it with him.”

She nodded. “Good idea. And be more diplomatic about it with Changbin as well. He has a right to know how the change works, and exactly what the risks and rewards are. And he has a right to make the final decision if you two end up getting more serious.”

Chan nodded again. He glanced up, smiling when Changbin entered the room.

“Breakfast will be here in about fifteen,” Changbin said. He came around the side of the bed and waved to Chan’s mom. “I’m bite free,” he said, grinning.

“So I heard. I’m glad for that.” She smiled. “Thank you for taking care of my son, Changbin. Him being so far away during times like this is hard.”

“I’m happy to. I care a lot about him.”

“I know you do. Being a second in a pack is a bit responsibility. He wouldn’t give it to just anyone.”

Changbin glanced at Chan, who smiled softly and nodded. “She knows.”

“Oh—” He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry…” He mumbled. “About the rude way you found out.”

“It happens. Just take care of my boy. And yourself, okay?”

Changbin nodded. “I will.”

“Love you boys.” She said.

“Love you too,” Chan said. She hung up and he set the phone down, lifting the sheet to let Changbin crawl in with him.

“She took it well?” Changbin asked.

“Yeah, surprisingly well, actually,” Chan agreed. He turned, blowing his nose and groaning. “Being sick sucks.”

“It won’t be much longer, probably.”

“How’re the others? Did you see them?”

Changbin nodded. “Hyunjin’s back to normal and Jisung sounds almost normal. His nose is still a little stuffy but his voice is back pretty much, so I think we’re almost all good. I’ll call and check on Minho and the others later today.”

Chan nodded. “Good, thank you.” He nuzzled down under the sheet, leaning on Changbin’s chest. He listened his heartbeat for a moment, closing his eyes. “Changbin?” He murmured.

“Hm?”

“My mom… Wanted me to tell you something.”

“What’s that?”

“Um… About changing. You.”

“Me? I thought it was too dangerous.”

“I think it is. But there might come a time in our relationship where it comes up. And my wolf might want it more than he does right now. And she wanted me to remember that it isn’t my decision. And you deserve to know how it works, and what happens and what might happen.”

“Okay…” Changbin said sofly.

“Wolves are traditional, you know? Humans aren’t meant to mate with my kind – not without changing. That’s why there’s so few of us, since most don’t want to risk changing a human, or the human doesn’t want to risk it, or the change fails. We don’t have to be traditional but… My mom was right. It’s not my decision. So… If our relationship progresses to that point, you know.”

“We’ll talk about it when you’re better,” Changbin said. He wrapped an arm around Chan’s shoulders. “I want to know, and I’ll listen. It should be a thing we discuss together. We’ll wait until you don’t sound like a dying bullfrog though, okay?”

Chan laughed, slapping his stomach lightly. “Jerk.”

“I’m not wrong.”

“Hey, I’m sick, you aren’t allowed to bully me.”

“Whatever you croak, bullfrog.”

Chan groaned, smacking him again as he laughed.

It was a serious discussion, changing and how it worked. But Chan trusted Changbin to listen and make the right decision in the long run, if they did get to that point. The thought of them not getting to that point though… That was potentially far more agonizing in Chan’s mind.