#It was so sudden too I was literally halfway through a bite of food and I started instantly crying when hearing that

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I somehow didn't catch this during all the chaos from that day but I'm rewatching Forever's conversation with Vegetta, and Vegetta told him: "You're a good person, and a good person knows what their mistakes are. You're a good boy. It's not going to happen again."

[husbandograveyard]

🕱 Lovebites Masterlist 🕱 this is a VAMPIRE AU event 🕱 ☽☽ Character: Ace (One Piece) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: anon ✩ [Fluff/humor]✩ Warnings: none ✩

Ace was pouting on the couch. A full-on pout, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned downwards. His knees were pulled up, and he was resting his elbows on them, looking straight ahead. You would almost be feeling bad for him, if it weren’t so exasperated about the reason for his pout: the delicious meal that you had been eating up until a few minutes ago.

You had been preparing for an evening in alone: your boyfriend was supposed to be away with his brothers -that’s what he called two of the vampires that were turned around the same time as him, they always hung out together doing what they called ‘mischief’. You never asked, since you were about ninety percent sure their mischief consisted of at least a handful of illegal activities. But they stayed out of trouble enough to never bother you with it, and Ace truly seemed to cherish the time spent with his brothers, so you always let him go and listened to all the stories he told when returned after such a day, while you just enjoyed some precious alone time.

So you had taken a long shower, put on your comfiest sleepwear, and ordered some takeout while looking through your streaming services for something to binge this evening. You had finally made a decision when the takeout arrived, and you were only halfway through when the doorbell rang.

You were a little annoyed: your episode was just getting good, and the doorbell took you straight out of the immersion. Furthermore, you weren’t expecting anyone, so whoever it was, better had a good reason for making you get up from your comfy spot. You put your food on the coffee table and wrapped a blanket around yourself on the way to the door, very surprised to see your boyfriend standing there.

You stepped to the side to let him in, too baffled to even say something about his presence, and he came in with a sigh, starting a whole story about how Luffy had gotten into some trouble, but instead of asking him and Sabo for help, he had enlisted the help of some of his own friends. You didn't know these people, but from Ace's stories, you had been able to conclude they were a pretty eccentric bunch with a fierce loyalty to each other and a tendency to make more problems before they got around to fixing them.

The plans they originally had though, were canceled because of Luffy's trouble, and thus Ace had returned home, to you, ready for an evening of snuggles on the couch instead. You were not going to lie, you were a little miffed about the whole situation. You loved Ace, more than anything in the world, but you liked your alone time as well. Nevertheless, he could never be a true bother, and you turned off your show in favor of some background music that you both liked.

"I still need to finish my food though, if you don't mind." You sat down on the couch again with your takeout, taking another bite, happy to notice it was still warm.

"Of course, no worries, I will go get changed into something more comfortable", Ace said as he made his way to your bedroom, undoubtedly just to take off his pants and join you on the couch in his favorite leisure clothing: just his boxers. You chuckled and let him go, finishing you dinner in the meantime.

Ace joined you on the couch a few minutes later, jumping over the back of the couch and literally plopping down next to you, grabbing a fluffy blanket and snuggling close. He made you laugh with his antics and his smoothness, and you leaned onto him a little, turning to kiss him when he suddenly backed off.

"Y/n.... really?" 

He sounded disappointed? angry? you weren't exactly sure what he sounded like, but you were sure it was not positive. You were super confused as to why he was reacting like this too. You didn't say or do anything weird or sudden, and he seemed eager to snuggle just a few seconds ago.

"What's up, Ace?" you asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion as you saw him look at you with something you could only describe as mild disgust.

"You ate something with garlic in it?"

"Oh"

You didn't eat garlic around Ace, a sacrifice you had to make the minute you found out he was a vampire. Unlike in stories where garlic was deadly to vampires, Ace's reaction was more akin to a bad allergy. Nothing too bad, definitely inconvenient enough for him to completely give up on it, and to ask you don't consume any on days you were together. It was not a super big sacrifice, although you sometimes missed certain dishes that used it, and you made a habit of only ordering such dishes on days when Ace was out of the house, like today. You didn't know he'd be back earlier.

Which led to Ace as he was now. It was quite a sight to behold: a fully grown man sulking on the couch like a toddler. You had to do your best not to chuckle at the sight. Ace was a pretty affectionate person, and not being able to kiss and cuddle you on an evening together without being in severe discomfort was akin to torture for him. It was a little funny -the sight- but you did feel kind of bad for him.

"Would it help if I drank some and brushed my teeth really well?"

"Probably not", he sighed, "even if you use mouthwash... it always lingers a while."

You sighed as well.

"Well, it'll be distant cuddles tonight then. And I'll make up for it tomorrow."

"How?"

"Well, we both have another day off... so maybe we could have a cosy date day, and we can spend the whole day enjoying each other's presence?"

His face changed immediately, a twinkle of happiness immediately appearing in his eyes, no matter how much he tried to act as if he was thinking it over.

"I suppose I could live with that."

You chuckled.

"Then that is a plan"

[clickerflight]

October 2023 - Sandstorm: Part 13

I am once again having a quarter life crisis. At least my whump story will always be here for me.

Masterlist

Part 12

Content: Demon whumpee, mer whumpee, stranded, desert whump, scorpion sting, twisted ankle, semi immortal whumpee, cuffed together, whumpee on whumpee violence (delirious biting)

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The ground had turned from sand to hard dirt and rocks halfway through the day. Laurance wandered over the ground, trying to avoid the cacti, rocks, and piles of dirt on the ground. Matsu held on for dear life, piggy backed on Laurance with their food and water pinned between the two of them or tied into their shendyts. 

Laurance already wasn’t in a good mood. He had stepped on three cactuses so far because Matsu had thrashed unexpectedly, the venom that the scorpion used was burning a hole in Matsu’s foot so his leg was drenched in blood and pus, and Matsu had fainted several times, and Laurance suspected a couple of times were due to his heart stopping before his body healed him up enough to bring him back to life. 

All Laurance could do was walk and pray. 

Matsu moaned, pressing his face into Laurance’s shoulder. Laurance thought nothing of it until another wave of pain hit Matsu and the half mer bit into Laurance’s shoulder with his sharp teeth. 

Laurance yelped, nearly dropping Matsu as the mer’s head lolled back, blood dripping down Laurance’s shoulder and the mer’s chin. Laurance hissed and kept walking, looking down at Matsu’s foot to see the blackened wound. It wasn’t looking any better, but it didn’t look any worse either. Maybe Matsu was going to start healing soon. Laurance hoped so. Having to haul his hallucinating friend across a desert was almost worse than anything Yor and Kulor had done to them. 

“It’ll be okay,” Laurance whispered. “We’re going to make it. We’re gonna be okay. We’re almost there. Just-”

He spotted the snake in his path before he got too close. He stopped in his tracks as it sunbathed, content and right in the middle of the road. There were cactuses on either side, which actually seemed to point that this was literally some kind of road, so Laurance couldn’t walk around. If Anisha were here, this would be easy. She wasn’t able to speak to animals, but she was wonderful with reptiles. He’d seen her convince hungry snakes to unwrap themselves from unwary prey. Which was himself half the time. 

Laurance sighed heavily. He took a few steps back, hoisting Matsu up higher on his hips and then ran and jumped over the snake. The snake didn’t seem to mind, however, Laurance slipped in the dust on the other side and crashed to the ground, his ankle burning with a sudden and fierce pain. Matsu rolled out next to him, only kept from flying into the cactuses by the chain between the two of them. 

Laurance laid on the ground for a long moment, gasping for air and filled with terror and anger. He would have to keep carrying Matsu across the desert with a messed up ankle in the hot sun for at least another day and a half if Matsu didn’t heal quickly, and he just didn’t have the strength to keep going. Laurance laid there, his ankle throbbing as he tried to force himself back up, but he couldn’t bring himself to. 

Maybe if he just got some water. That was an easier step in between him and his goal, but when he lifted his head to see where all the water skins were, he found that three of them had popped, draining their precious fluid everywhere when he was sulking and there was one left. 

Laurance put his head back down, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his gasping breaths from turning into sobs. He wasn’t getting any water until they got somewhere because Matsu needed it more. Laurance was going to lose his mind. He curled up around his leg and continued to lay there as Matsu writhed on the ground helplessly, sick out of his mind. 

Laurance didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until he came awake, shivering so hard his teeth were chattering. Matsu had fallen asleep next to him. Laurance looked over at Matsu’s foot and sighed a breath of relief. It was healing. There was a scabby wound there, but it didn’t seem to be actively trying to kill the mer. Laurance slowly sat up, rubbing his aching head and checking his own ankle. It had swollen a little, but the depression nap seemed to be a good thing. Laurance put a little weight on his foot, and while it hurt, it wasn’t too bad. 

Laurance turned and shook Matsu to see if he could get his friend to wake up. Matsu opened one eye, looking up at Laurance before grumbling and closing his eyes again. “S not even morning, Laur,” he sighed. “Let me sleep. We’ve already walked for half the night.”

“No, that was last night,” Laurance said with. “You know, last night when you got stung by a scorpion and have been out of your mind while I had to carry you.”

Matsu’s eyes snapped open and he sat up to look at his foot. 

“Oh, yeah. It’s healing though,” Matsu said cheerfully, looking at Laurance properly now. “Ugh, you look like hot garbage, though, what happened to you?”

“You did,” Laurance said, rolling his eyes as he slowly got up and went around picking up their things. “Thanks for biting me, by the way.”

“Oh, stars, I’m sorry, Laurance,” Matsu said, testing his own feet out to see if they would take his weight. 

“It’s alright. Not like you did it on purpose,” Laurance said, but even as he said that and rolled his shoulder forward to grab something, he felt a tight and painful urge to dull all of Matsu’s teeth. He picked up the next object with his other arm. 

“So, how far did we get?” Matsu asked. He felt bad that Laurance had to carry him, of course, but another part of him was ecstatic that they made progress without him having to be mentally present for it. Sure, he was in a lot of pain, but he honestly didn’t remember much of it. 

He frowned when Laurance gave him a sheepish look. “Um…. maybe a few hours? We started when the sun was rising but well, when the sky was almost overhead there was, ah, a snake, and I jumped over it and, ah, twisted my ankle.”

Matsu stared at him, and then the spilled items. “And we’ve just, what, been laying here for the rest of the time?”

Laurance nodded again, not quite meeting Matsu’s eye. “I had a really bad day.”

Matsu nodded, hiding his disappointment. “Okay, yeah, that’s fine. Things happen.”

“And when I fell it popped a lot of our water. We have one left.”

Matsu closed his eyes, taking a slow, soothing breath. “Yeah, okay, yeah.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Laurance gave him a pitiful look, one that said he knew it wasn’t okay. “You can have it.”

“Nah, we’ll share it.”

“You need it more.”

“You know what,” Matsu said quickly, “Let’s not talk about this right now, yeah? Let’s get walking.”

Laurance nodded vaguely, looking around to make sure he had everything before they turned and limped together down the road. 

…………………………………..

By the end, Matsu and Laurance had their arms around each other to help one another limp along. They were making a depressing amount of progress, but it was better than nothing. Matsu was mostly healed, but even though the wound was gone his ankle still hurt down to the bone. 

Still, he could walk pretty much fine. 

Laurance was not so lucky. They finally had to stop near morning when Laurance’s ankle finally just gave out on him. 

Laurance sat in the dust, slowly rotating his ankle to test how much movement he had. He sighed heavily, stretching out on the ground, shivering as his body started to cool off from the effort of traveling through the night. 

Matsu sat down next to him and sighed softly. "Do you think they'll catch up with us?"

“I don’t know,” Laurance said. “I don’t think so. But tomorrow should hopefully be our last day on the road.”

“It better be,” Matsu said, giving the water skin a disparaging look. 

Laurance nodded, leaning into Matsu as they sat on the edge of the road, the stars shining above them. Here, near the end of their journey, Laurance looked up at them. 

The skies were clear for miles around with no major light pollution to be seen on this entire planet. Well, maybe the mage cities on the other side of the globe, but that wasn’t their concern. 

Matsu leaned back, looking up at them as well. “I wonder what stories these people tell about the stars.”

Laurance nodded. “Anisha might know.”

Matsu snorted. “Yeah, she’d be talking our ears off about them.”

“And then Kira would tell her to shut up and go to sleep.”

“Yeah.”

Silence fell between them as Laurance wondered about their wives once again and where they were. There wasn’t much that could get between Anisha, Kira, and their husbands. The worry inside him curdled in his gut as he turned his attention to a certain set of stars to find some comfort. 

“There’s the Protector,” Laurance said gently, pointing out the set of stars. They were shaped in the symbol of the Telari, the first dragons. The protectors of the universe that were to work with the other base races to make progress and learn everything they could in this life. The stars were bright and a slightly blue hue, bluer than the others, making them seem brighter in comparison. They weren’t really stars, he supposed, but really any light in the sky that was far enough up could be considered a star. The Telari had used some sort of magic to set their symbol in the skies in every world they went to. People had tried to track down where these stars were placed because they seemed to be visible in the exact same way on each planet, but after you left the haze of the atmosphere, they disappeared. 

That probably made them not stars, then. It was likely an enchantment placed on the planet that affected the minds of all those who lived there. An enchantment that seemed to have outlasted their enchanters. 

Matsu stared at them, his bright eyes tracing their shape before he sighed and nudged Laurance. “We should sleep.”

“Fine,” Laurance said, curling up just as he had previous nights to let Matsu curl up on top of him. With that, the two were asleep.

Part 14

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

[astaroth1357]

I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer 

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan 

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus 

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub 

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor 

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

[suna-reversed]

HI CAN I REQUEST 58 61 AND 99 WITH SUKUNA🥺

Kitchen encounters with the King of Curses

SUKUNA X F!READER// fluff+ nsfw!!// 1.9k+

the 3 kitchen encounters that changed your relationship with Sukuna. 

#58 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 

 #61 “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

#99 “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” 

(Tags/Warnings- starts out with crack and fluff but MAJOR smut and filth at the end! Degradation, Oral (receiving), creampie, being bent over a table??)

A/N: you can either consider the reader to be in a poly relationship with both Yuji and Sukuna, or you can just take Yuji as your room-mate/friend. 

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“Oh my god stop it- what is wrong with you argh-”

“I will burn down this kitchen the next time you try to put such an atrocious thing near me again-”

You snorted in the corner, hands coming up to suppress your uncontrollable laughter. You never thought there would be a day you’d watch the mouth of your lover try to attack it’s own host (and your room-mate) after Yuji had promptly tried to pop in a piece of coffee jelly into the mouth on his palm. Noticing your presence, the curse spat a few bitter words at you too while Yuji pleaded for your help in the background,

“He said he was hungry!” Yuji exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I don’t think he did anything wrong then Sukuna, it’s not like you specified what you were hungry for...” You replied, tone laced with playfulness as you watched the mouth disappear from Yuji’s palm.

It was silent for a while, and you heard Yuji sigh with relief, but it was short-lived as the mouth once again reappeared on his neck, a smirk growing as it lowly said,

“Now that I think of it, I do know what I’m hungry for. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

The comment was enough to make heat crawl up your entire face, prompting Yuji to shoo away at the mouth with his hand (not a great idea because he did get bitten in the process). 

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“Where’s the milk?”

You yelped, almost dropping the said milk carton at the sudden intrusion of a deep voice that you didn’t think you would ever get used to. Turning around, you realised that it wasn’t just a mouth on some part of Yuji’s body that spoke, but the king of curses in flesh himself. Very much in flesh indeed as he walked around in just a pair of sweatpants. Concentrating hard on keeping your eyes above his chest, you asked,

“Must you get rid of the shirt every single time you shift?”

“Yes” he replied without missing a beat. You pretended to ignore the sharp-set pair of eyes that were darting down your bare legs.

“And why do you need milk ? I didn’t think you required food for sustenance...or even preferred it.”

“I need it to take a bath of course.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion as you contemplated if he was being serious.

He countered with a look of his own that made it seem like his request was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And perhaps..you can join me” He said while covering the distance between you both in two long strides

Your face flustered at his suggestive tone, a hand reaching down to tug at your over-sized shirt nervously. His eyes darkened as his eyes raked down your body once more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed a hand right beside your head on the kitchen shelf, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your neck,

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants , I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” he whispered.

You gasped, half intimidated- half excited as his other hand lightly trailed up your side. But then just as quickly, you felt the warmth of his bare skin leave as he took a few steps back away from you. Noticing the sudden emptiness in your hand, you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting a pair of mischievous ones , whose possessor now held the milk carton in one hand as he walked away whistling a tune you didn’t quite know.

---------nsfw below cut!----------

It would be an understatement to say that Yuji’s mission had been a train-wreck. The biggest flaw being that you, a civilian, not only got dragged into it, but were also gravely injured. The higher ups had only let him get away with it because despite being utterly beaten and ruined himself, he had still risked his life to make sure he carried you to safety. No one knew that it wasn’t actually Yuji, who had ended up succumbing to his injuries, but the malicious curse instead who had gently nosed at your hair, carrying you back home as he, in his words, “forbid you from leaving him alone in this ramshackled world.”

That was the last you had seen of him, Yuji being caught up in meetings with the higher ups as you stayed in the now protected apartment, still recovering. And now here you were, standing in the kitchen in a comfy pair of shorts and sweatshirt, waiting for your tea to heat up in the microwave.

“Well, well, what did I say about you not changing out of those shorts...” 

Your entire body stilled for a second at the voice that had become as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Turning around, your eyes met his, relieved that he was finally back. 

Sukuna seemed to be in a daze as you walked towards him, your arms encasing his torso as you buried your head into his chest. When you didn’t feel him embrace you back, you pulled away worriedly. You knew it wasn’t just the strain on Yuji’s body that made him seem tired, his eyes were sunken, almost hollowed out as he continued to stare into your face. Your hand reached up to caress his face as a way of asking if he was okay. That finally seemed to snap him back to reality as leaned further into your touch.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” He mumbled onto the skin of your palm, eyes moving up to meet yours.

Your heart swelled with joy at the raw tenderness in his words. Getting up on your tip-toes, you pressed your lips to his, hands moving to entangle in his hair. Small pecks turned into deep passionate kisses as your tongues clashed with each other. You lightly squealed as his arms wrapped around you, easily picking you up and putting you on the marble counter-top.

For once you were mad that he hadn’t ripped apart Yuji’s shirt as your hands slid under it to run your nails across his muscular abdomen. He got the message as he deftly pulled it over his head in one go, doing the same for your shirt and bra that were ripped off of you and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your shorts soon enough joining the pile.

Sukuna’s hands wandered and travelled all across the expanse of your body. Everywhere except for right where you wanted him. His mouth sucked hickeys onto the skin of your neck as his hands fondled your breasts, rolling around and pinching your sensitive nipples.

You cried out his name, a plea asking for more. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and the curse decided that it won’t be the last time he does so. His lips trailed down your body, making sure to leave a trail of evidence behind, teeth coming into the mix to leave a bite-mark every now and then. Looking up at you from between your thighs, he had never had a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat as he pulled apart your legs. You were literally spread out like a feast on the table, a feast that was all for him to enjoy.

“Plea-please- need you to touch me.”

“Patience, my love.”

He ran a digit around your sensitive nub, another finger dipping down to add some lubrication to his perverse ministrations. You swore you saw stars as he finally leaned forward, pulling your thighs over his shoulders as his tongue rolled out to lick a broad stripe across your folds. The moans of your pleasure mixed in with the slurping sounds of him licking away at your juices only seemed to spur him on further as his lips suctioned around your swollen clit, making you buck your hips into his face. One of his hands slid up to knead one of your tits as he continued to devour you. You suddenly felt a wet sensation across your nipple, looking down to see the mouth on his palm nibbling at your bud. The mouth on his palm pulled your nipple into its mouth at the same time that Sukuna’s tongue latched around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the hood making you scream out his name as your orgasm crashed through you.

Your chest was heaving, eyes still closed when he came up, teeth nibbling on the side of your jaw as his hand pushed away stray hair out of your face,

“You were so needy just a while ago. Already tired are we?” He asked in a playful mocking tone.

“Not in the-” You panted slightly, “...least bit.”

He looked up at you, hooded eyes filled with lust as he licked a stripe right across your jaw to your ear, before moving away, making you whine.

“So impatient...” He commented, clicking his tongue as he pulled you up, melding his lips with yours once more as your hands moved to explore the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“I want you bent over this counter. Now.” He growled out against your lips, barely moving back as you rushed to hop down and turn over, his hands already pushing your back down.

One of his hands reached to the front to rub your slick heat, the other pulling his thick member out of his briefs, a moan escaping your mouth as he lightly tapped it against the inside of your thigh.

“ah- fuck-” You moaned out loud as two of his fingers filled you up, but it wasn’t enough, “Sukuna- please- need you to inside me so bad” You choked on your words as you begged.

“Only since you asked so nicely.” was the response as the hand that was covered in your slick now moved up to wrap across your throat as Sukuna lined himself up with your folds. You threw your head back against his chest, gripping the edge of the table as he entered you.

“I’m not even halfway through and you’re already so stretched out...stuffed all full of my cock like the needy little slut you are huh?”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, hips jutting out towards him more as he filled you completely. Both of you moaned in unison as he started to move, hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You groaned in both pain and pleasure as a harsh slap came down onto your ass, followed by an arm lifting one of your legs up. His cock brushed against that one sensitive spot inside your walls at the new angle, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke as you came undone once again with a loud scream, his name like a plea on your lips. Sukuna found his own release soon enough, pulling out to spray the lower half of your back with his seed, making a mess everywhere.

You were in a post-sex daze as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Soon enough, you found yourself being lowered into a hot bath, another body joining you as arms wrapped around your figure, making you sigh and nuzzle into the familiar scent. You felt your eyes fall shut, a small smile still etched on your lips, unbeknown to the two pair of eyes on the curse’s face, filled with adoration, as they stared down at you. 

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The next morning, you sat on the same countertop you had been utterly ruined on top of last night, the eyes of your lover  (who had reluctantly carried you out from the comfort of your bed because you were hungry at 6 am and couldn’t walk by yourself) met yours as he pulled out the box of blueberries from the fridge.

“Maybe you’d like to give another chance to coffee jelly now-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’ll feed it to you if you want you kno-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against your own in a gentle kiss,

“I have something much more delicious right here already.”

[onlyfreds]

He's a Simp | F.W.

Title: He's a Simp

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred is a simp when it comes to Hogwart's most popular girl: Y/N L/N

A/N: This is absolutely the first time that I wrote the whole fic through Fred's POV.

(Fred’s POV)

“Finally!” George said as he hopped off the couch, stretching a bit, “What took you forever? I’m starving.”

I rolled my eyes at him, flipping him off, “Don’t be overdramatic. I only took five minutes.”

George scoffed, “Whatever, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

The two of us then headed down to the Great Hall then we sat down next to Ginny.

“What took you two so long?” She asked as she took a bite out of her toast.

“Oh nothing.” George said, filling his cup with pumpkin juice, “Fred just wanted to make sure that he looked good for his favorite girl.”

I felt my cheeks heat, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Can we at least eat breakfast first before you two argue?” Ron said impatiently, cutting off the argument.

“Who’s Fred’s favorite girl anyway?” Harry asked.

Hermione looked at him, “You seriously don’t know?”

Harry shook his head.

“His favorite girl is none other than Y/N L/N.” George said, teasingly nudging my shoulder.

Harry still looked confused, “Who?”

“Miss Popular!” Ron said through a mouthful of food.

“She’s the most intelligent.” Hermione said.

“The kindest, the sweetest, the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest and the most amazing person in school.” I said, smiling dreamily.

“Aaw.” Ginny cooed, “Look at that, Freddie’s in love.”

George chuckled, “In love? He’s whipped for her. He’s basically a simp!”

“And, here she comes now.” Hermione said with a small smile.

As if on cue, Y/N came in with Angelina and Alicia.

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into slow motion, the way her eyes seemed to almost disappear behind her smile. Her laugh was a tune that came straight from heaven.

I wondered what it would be like if I made her laugh, if I was the cause of her laughter.

I wondered, as I always did, what it would be like to hold her, hug her, kiss her, love her so freely and openly to show the whole world how lucky I am to have her in my life. To call her mine.

I felt Ginny gently tap my chin, “Fred, you’re obviously gaping at her and you’re literally drooling.”

I could feel the blush rising up to my cheeks as I wiped the spit off my chin.

“Seriously Freddie.” Ginny said, smacking Ron’s hand away as he tried to reach for her toast, “Why don’t you ask her out? She’s really nice.”

George snorted, almost spewing his pumpkin juice on Harry, “Ginny, before Fred could utter a single syllable in front of Y/N he would’ve already melted just by looking at her.”

“Yeah.” Hermione said with a small giggle, “Fred would do absolutely anything Y/N would tell him.”

Harry laughed, “That’s how much he’s whipped for her.”

“Mate, he’s practically wrapped around her finger.” Ron said.

Harry leaned forward, “You better get a move on mate. Before someone else beats you to it.”

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George and I were walking back from the library, having finished researching for one of my products when I heard someone calling me.

“Hey Fred! Wait up!”

I turned and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Y/N was the source of the voice.

“H-hi, what’s u-up?” I asked, praying that the blush could only be mistaken for the heat.

She gave a small smile, handing me a book, “Here, you left this in the library.”

I took the book from her, “T-thanks.”

She nodded, “I’ll see you around.” Then she headed back inside the library.

George nudged my shoulder teasingly, “Aaw, somebody’s a simp.”

I flipped him off, “Who wouldn’t be? Just look at her.”

He tried to reach for the book Y/N handed me, but I swatted his hand away, holding the book close to my chest.

George scoffed, “You really are obsessed.”

--

News about the Yule Ball traveled around Hogwarts spread like wildfire. Now guys were asking their dream girls left and right.

Ron was planning on asking Hermione, Harry was too late for Ginny and George had already asked Angelina.

My only problem: How was I supposed to ask Y/N L/N?

I was walking back from the owlery when I overheard a conversation from a bunch of guys I didn’t know.

“Mate, do you already have a date for the ball?”

“No, I was actually planning on asking Y/N.”

“You’d be one lucky guy to date her.”

“She’s literally the girl of my dreams.”

“Come on, whoever gets to marry her. I would be so jealous of.”

My hands immediately clenched to fists at my side as I walked away from the group.

My thoughts were so clouded that I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” We both said at the same time.

I looked up and my eyes met the y/e/c ones of Y/N.

“Sorry.” I apologized sheepishly, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She gave a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. I was just heading to the owlery.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I had just gone there.”

Y/N was already halfway up the stairs when an impulsive and possibly rash decision made me call after her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned around, “Yeah?”

“Will you go to the ball with me?” I asked, immediately regretting my decision and started to brace myself for rejection.

But she just smiled, “I would love to.”

My eyes widened, thinking I’ve misheard her, “Come again?”

She giggled, the sound similar to angels singing, “I said that I would love to go to the ball with you.”

I grinned, “Thanks. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

She nodded, her beaming smile never seemed to leave her lips, “Sounds brilliant.”

I walked back to the common room with a spring in my step, not believing my luck that out of all the people in this school, I was Y/N’s date to the ball.

“Someone’s in a good mood today.” George said.

I grinned, “How couldn’t I be Georgie? The sun’s shining. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Come on.” Ginny said, suddenly interested in the conversation, “We know there’s something going on. So just spill it.”

I smiled, leaning back on the couch, “I asked Y/N to the ball.”

“And?” Ginny and George said in unison.

“She said yes.”

“Yes!” Both of them said, doing a little celebration dance along with the chant, “She said yes! She said yes! She said yes!”

It was honestly the best day of my life.

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Christmas couldn’t come any faster.

Next thing I knew, I was already standing at the end of the staircase by the Great Hall.

I fiddled nervously with the end of the jacket the dress robes came with, hoping that Y/N didn’t back out last minute.

I then heard soft footsteps growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

“She’s beautiful.” I heard Angelina say next to causing me to turn around.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw her. She looked like a goddess dressed in a y/f/c gown that fell a bit past her knees with her hair tied up in a half-up half-down look. Giving a shy smile when she saw me staring at her.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” I said, when she arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

Her cheeks were suddenly painted with a tint of rose pink, “You look quite dashing as well.”

I offered my arm to her, “Ready to party?”

She giggled, taking it, “Absolutely.”

Everyone was looking at us when we entered, I saw George give me a thumbs-up from afar.

--

We were taking a small break after dancing the night away. Having a drink in a secluded part of the hall.

“What are you doing on the arm of a Weasley, L/N?” An, obviously, drunk Adrian Pucey calls out.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she answered, “Why? What do you care?”

Pucey gave a drunken laugh, “Shouldn’t you be on the arm of someone better? Like me?”

I was ready to go and teach the guy a lesson on manners when Y/N placed a hand on my arm, “Are you trying to make me laugh Adrian? Whoever told you that you were better than Fred Weasley is talking dragon dung. And I would rather skip the ball than not be on Fred’s arm. So, if you excuse us, we have to go.” She said, dragging me back into the Great Hall.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She apologized, “Pucey could be such a prick at times.”

I paid no attention to her apology, “Do you really mean it?”

She gave me a confused look, “Mean what?”

“What you said. That you would rather skip the ball than be someone else’s date?”

She blushed, “Yeah.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard; has she been waiting for me to ask her this whole time?

“I’ve actually fancied for such a long time.” She admitted, fiddling with a stray strand of her hair.

Have I actually died and this is already heaven?

Y/N was stunned at her sudden confession and started to ramble, “Oh Godric, I’m sorry. I just made things so awkward. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I mean, of course you won’t feel the same. Why would you? I could be so annoying at times and I’m not even that pretty. Besides, I’m sure there are other girls that are way in your league-“

She wouldn’t let me speak, so I did the only thing I knew to shut her up: I crashed my lips onto hers.

I rested my hands on her waist as she rested hers on my shoulder.

Once our lungs started to demand for air we pulled away.

“Will you let me talk now?” I asked.

Y/N looked up at me, cheeks painted red, “Yeah. Sure.”

“I love you too.” I confessed, “You did not make things awkward, you made it feel like I was in heaven. You are the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on. My whole family teases me for being such a simp for you. I am so whipped that I would gladly do anything you ask me to do. So, now all those have been sorted out, will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?”

She giggled, pressing our lips together in a brief kiss, “That’s the best thing I would ever be: Fred Weasley’s girlfriend.”

There was no denying that Fred Weasley is a simp for Y/N L/N.

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Good;Bad — Morisuke Yaku

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Summary: You’re having the world’s worst week. Yaku can fix that.

Pairing: Morisuke Yaku x Reader

Rating: Fluff, comfort (SFW)

Word Count: 1,839

You’d been having a terrible week.

It rained on Monday, and because of your spacey Monday brain, you forgot an umbrella, resulting in you getting soaked on your mad dash home from school. Tuesday was a test day, and you hadn’t studied, resulting in a less than ideal score. Wednesday, you left your lunch at home and had to buy something from the vending machine to tide yourself over. This would have been fine if they weren’t out of your favorite snack. Finally, on Thursday, you woke up late, and when you finally got to school you were ten minutes late and you received the humiliating death stare as you took your seat. And at the end of the day, as you were innocently taking notes at volleyball practice, Lev served a ball straight into your face.

The fact that he received an earful from Yaku didn’t comfort you as much as it probably usually would’ve. But Lev was sorry, and you couldn’t really be mean to him. So you let it go, along with the other things you let go from your overall hellish week.

Needless to say, with your seemingly chronic bad luck that week, you were dreading Friday. And for good reason.

The milk was spoiled, so you had to eat your cereal dry, and when you showered, you cut your leg with the razor when shaving. To top it off, you couldn’t get your hair to look right, so you piled it into a bun at the crown of your head.

ou looked at your disheveled reflection in the mirror with tired eyes, stuck your tongue out at it, and hurried to leave the house.

I just have to survive today and then it’s the weekend.

You ran into Yaku as you neared the school, and he had his earbuds in. And when I say ‘you ran into him’, that was literal.

Your feet went out from under you in a flash, sending you tumbling to the pavement. You watched from the ground as Yaku also lost his balance, and he slipped, landing on top of you at an awkward angle.

You heard him groan in pain, and you shifted uncomfortably.

“Sorry,” you said, “my bad.”

Yaku rolled off of you, rubbing his elbow. His sleeved were rolled up, and you saw his brows furrow as he took note of the scrape on his outer forearm he’d gained from the fall.

You paled. “I’m so sorry, Yaku!”

Yaku offered you a smile. “No, I wasn’t looking where I was going. It’s fine. Are you okay?”

You patted dow your body, and aside from a bruised elbow and more than slightly bruised dignity, you weren’t injured.

“Fine,” you said, “but you’re bleeding.”

Yaku glanced down at his arm again. “It’s fine. Not so bad.”

You struggled to your feet, offering Yaku a hand, which he took.

“I’ll take you to the nurse,” you said, “I’m really sorry.”

Yaku looked at you quizzically.  “It’s just a scrape, (Y/N). I’ll go myself if you’re worried. Just head to class.”

You took a breath. “Fine, okay.”

You left Yaku by the gates after a few parting words, keeping your head down as you walked.

Great job, (Y/N). On top of everything else, you just injured the guy you like.

You pushed it to the back of your mind, pulling your sweater sleeves around your hands.

This is gonna be a long day.

——————

Class went smoothly, thank god, and by the time lunch rolled around, you found out your best friend was absent again, so you opted to eat your lunch with the team. Kuroo was warm and welcoming to you when he spotted you, hurrying you into a seat beside Yaku with an almost knowing look that frankly alarmed you.

Yaku’s arm had a bandage on it, and he smiled wanly at you when you appeared beside him.

“Is your arm okay?” You asked as you removed the lid from your lunch box.

Yaku chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about it, really. I’m not gonna die because of a scrape.”

Lev leaned over halfway so he could see you, a smile appearing on his face.

“(L/N), you’re sitting with us today?”

You nodded. “Himari is gone, so here I am. Hope that’s okay.”

[Yaku glanced from Lev and back to you. “It’s fine. You’re always welcome here.”

He took a large bite of his rice. You did the same with your own food, chewing slowly.

Kuroo started taking about volleyball, and you listened as best as you could. You possessed a decent understanding of the game because of the fact that you were the manager of the Nekoma boys team, but you didn’t give any input.

Lunch passed, and you went back to class. You just hoped you could get through the rest of the day without incident.

——————

You arrived at practice late.

Kuroo didn’t comment on it, it wasn’t his place to since you weren’t a player, but he gave you a funny look since you weren’t usually late.

“I’m having an off day,” you told him, and he offered a friendly, albeit Cheshire smile. That was just how he usually smiled.

You sat down, pulled out your notebook, and began to take notes over the practice while doing some of your English homework.

It was about halfway through the practice that a ball suddenly hit you in the side of the face, the contact knocking you off your chair and onto the ground. You notebook skidded across the floor, your pencil sharing its fate. Your nose slammed into your arm as you tried to use it to cushion your fall, and you yelped in pain.

The room went quiet.

“Lev, you idiot, you hit (Y/N)!” You heard Yamamoto cry.

“Don’t flail your arms!”

That was Yaku, and judging from the context, Lev had probably lost control of a serve.

You propped yourself up on your arm, lifting a hand to rub at your sore cheek. Your nose was bleeding. You reached up to wipe the blood away with your sleeve, adding the fact that you now had to wash your sweater to the list of things you were upset about.

You looked up to find a handful of the players around you, concern in their eyes.

Yaku pushed through them, sending a downright murderous look to Lev, who’s expression morphed into a fearful one.

“Give her some space, guys. Back to practice.”

“I’ll get her some ice,” Lev said, guilt in his voice.

“It’s okay, Lev, I’m not mad,” you told him.

He was already out the doors by the time you finished speaking, so you just sighed.

Yaku knelt beside you, helping you sit up against the wall.

“Are you okay?”

You tried to answer him. You really did. Because honestly, while the hit hurt, it wasn’t going to kill you.

But the second you opened your mouth, you began to cry.

Yaku looked alarmed, and the sudden choked sob drew the attention of the other boys, but Yaku held up a hand. He pulled you into his arms, shushing you quietly, his movements a bit awkward, but you appreciated his effort.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He whispered, and you reached up to hold onto him.

“I’ve just been having a terrible week. I guess I… I hit my breaking point.”

And the whole knocking-over-my-crush thing really isn’t helping.

“Why don’t we go somewhere quiet?” Yaku asked, and you nodded.

“That would be nice.”

“Okay. Hey, Kuroo!”

Kuroo turned. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna take her to the clubroom. Send Lev when he gets back.”

Yaku helped you to your feet, hand pressing to the small of your back as you walked.

The clubroom was nice and quiet, and once you were inside, Yaku shut the door, leaning against the doorjamb.

You opted for sitting on the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. You tucked your skirt between your thighs to conserve your modesty.

Yaku sat beside you.

“Tell me,” he said, “if you’re comfortable with it, that is, what’s wrong?”

And you told him. You didn’t know why you just began to spill your guts to him, but he listened attentively, offered sympathy, comforted you. It felt nice.

“And then, this morning,” you were saying, another sob building in your throat, “I ran right into you, and I was afraid I’d hurt you—“

Yaku smiled. “(Y/N), I’m perfectly fine, it doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

You sniffled. “I know, but running into the—“

You cut yourself off. What you almost just said would have revealed your feelings for the boy beside you, and rejection wasn’t something else you wanted to add to your terrible week. It would be the cherry on top of your own personal hell.

“Running into the… The what?”

Yaku looked at you with furrowed brows, and you buried your head in your knees.

You could have come up with a creative lie, but that required energy, and that was something you frankly didn’t have.

“The guy… The guy I like.”

Silence.

Heavy silence.

You looked away, somewhere to your left, eyes falling on a pile of volleyball magazines in the corner.

“(Y/N).”

You didn’t answer.

“(Y/N), look at me.”

You turned, eyes full of unshed tears.

And he kissed you.

It was gentle, warm, tender, and you all but melted at his touch, sighing as his hands came up to cradle your jaw. His palms were warm against your already hot face, but they felt nice nonetheless. You linked your hands together behind his neck, slowly kissing him back, your movements unpracticed and tentative, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The door slid open and you and Yaku broke apart quickly, turning to see who entered.

It was Lev, an ice pack in his hand. A wide grin broke out across his face.

You exchanged a look with Yaku.

“I just won 2,000 yen,” Lev said, matter of factly, “here’s your ice pack, (L/N).”

You broke into laughter as he left the ice pack on the ground by the door, and your tears were forgotten as a tender warmth filled your body. You wrapped your arms around Yaku’s neck, kissing him deeply, and he made a soft noise in surprise as he returned the gesture.

“I like you, too, (Y/N),” he said when he pulled back. You felt more tears fill your eyes, but they weren’t of sadness this time.

They were of joy. Of relief.

As Yaku pressed his lips to your forehead, pulling you close to him, you figured that your week maybe didn’t suck as much as you thought it did. It couldn’t, not with an ending like that.

And when you walked back to the gym, one hand holding the ice pack to your head and the other laced together with Yaku’s, you smiled.

“I changed my mind,” you said, and Yaku raised his eyebrows.

“About what?”

“Maybe my week isn’t all bad.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes dancing with mirth, and you forgot all about the pain in your head.

Almost.

[pynkhues]

Prompt 47!

Sorry this one is so late! I hope you like it!

47. Cuddling under blankets

It takes her two days to cave.

Two days to feel the frost in her joints, her perspiration crystalise, her breaths escape in clouds of bitten mist, and god, Beth thinks, staring up at the roof of the cabin, half expecting stalactites. This is not what she had in mind when Rio said safe house.

Not that she was entirely sure what she did have in mind before - - well. Just before. Had never spent all that much time thinking about where it was Rio went when everything had gone south, but if – gun to her head – she’d had to guess, she’d have thought: luxury apartments, sundrenched holiday houses, riverside lodges.

A place his G Wagon would look at home in the driveway, the parking lot, pulled up on the curb.

Somewhere he’d look at home.

The thought makes her wet her chapped lips, sink deeper into the threadbare blankets on top of her still-trembling body, and her gaze dart sideways to where Rio crouches stoking the last flickering embers of the fire.

It’s raining. or rather, it’s sleeting. Shards of ice colliding with the thick glass windows, escaping down the chimney to make the flames spit and smoke below, and when it had first started, Beth had watched Rio cuss. Watched him prod balls of tattered newspaper and sticks she’d collected and tried to dry yesterday, but it hadn’t done much good. The rain had gotten heavier and the fire smaller and she’d seen the chill find him. Pink his nose, ears, stiffen his fingers, and she’d though good, she’d thought he deserves it, but she’d still left him the last of the hot water in the flask even as her own fingers were turning blue.

Now, she holds them close to her mouth, exhales, but her breath is barely warm, and she can’t stop trembling, so she shoves them between her legs instead, and looks at him across the tiny, dim cabin, and says what she’s been saying for the last half hour:

“It’s going to go out.”

He’d ignored her the last time, and scoffed the first time, but now at least it’s enough to make him spin around and look at her, bundled upright on the only bed in the place, the look on his face like he’d forgotten she was even there, and Beth huffs, tilting her chin towards the fire.

“Poking at it isn’t going to miraculously fix the chimney leak,” she adds this time, a shiver rolling up her spine as Rio stares back at her, the erratic glow from the dying flames licking across his features – his plush lips and sharp nose and swollen eye, but god, it’s not that. It’s just - - it’s the cold. That’s all, and when his nostrils flare a little, it’s too easy to add: “Well, it’s not,” because she’s right.

Across the room, Rio finally drops the fire poker back to the tray and stalks his way towards the tiny sofa where he slept last night, tucking his arms high up into his armpits as he drops onto it, leaving his back to her as he hunches forwards, making himself as small as possible in the frigid space of the cabin.

And she doesn’t feel bad.

She doesn’t.

This entire situation is his fault.

It was him who showed up three weeks ago with a new plate, telling her to print two million dollars cash. It was him who’d had that spring to his step while he told her about a new client, and it was him who had her show up at a hotel bar with a suitcase full of fake cash to meet a guy who turned out to be an old-partner-turned-bitter-rival of Nick’s.

She still doesn’t really know what happened, just suddenly it was a few days later and Rio was back at her place with a black eye and a limp and an order.

Bring the plates.

He’d driven them through the night.

Now, across the cabin, he drops a hand to rub at his bad leg, and Beth’s frown deepens as she wriggles back into the dusty mattress, her gaze holding on the narrow line of him, and here’s the thing.

It’s not like she hasn’t thought about it.

Last night had been bad enough, but tonight with the rain and the sleet, without any real insulation and no fire, they’re practically case studies for hypothermia. For the bone chill and the frost bite and the slurred speech and the shuttered eyes and the slip towards a forever sort of unconsciousness.

And like, she knows that the best ways to avoid hypothermia are warm drinks, food, blankets, getting off the ground, and body heat, and just - -

Look.

They finished the cocoa hours ago.

Beth sniffs, rolls her eyes to the ceiling, feels a jittery tension in her body as she blinks hard and finally just says it:

“Come here.”

Rio twists his neck back instantly at that, his eyebrow arched, but he doesn’t make any indication that he’s likely to move, and right, Beth huffs. Why should this be any easier than literally anything else? Her head’s already starting to feel heavy, her thoughts tangled, and she figures the best way forwards is to - - well.

Be the danger.

With a trembling hand, Beth slowly unwraps the blanket from around herself, revealing her stiff jeans and loose sweater, the cold washing through the thin fabric like a rinse, and her teeth are already chattering when she says:

“Body heat.”

His other eyebrow raises to join the first, gaze dropping to her chest where she knows her nipples are peaked in cold, and Beth scowls.

“Not like that. Just - - we’re both freezing right and now, and this - - look. It works.”

“Yeah? You learn that at Journey Scouts?”

“Got the badge and everything,” she bites, and she’s sure she’s visibly trembling now, can feel it, and she sees Rio stare at her, shake his head, start to tell her to bundle up before she kills herself or something, and she adds: “You either come over here and get in the blanket with me or we’re both going to freeze to death right now, and what are your gang buddies gonna think of that, huh?”

Outside, the wind howls and the sleet is starting to get heavier, thicker, careen into hail, and god, it’s cold, and Beth can barely feel her anything anymore, and Rio’s still staring at her, his eyes (or, well, the one she can see below the swelling) dark, and she’s halfway to giving up and flinging herself back on the dusty mattress and trying to shiver her way to any sort of warmth, when Rio suddenly pushes up off the couch and beelines towards the bed.

Which - - right, Beth thinks. This is good, this is what she wanted. In her head, there are vague flashes of real warmth, his body pressed into hers, a memory of heat and desire twisted up and around and over and over, and something drops through her like a lick of flame, and she swallows only to suddenly find herself being gripped around the waist and pushed sideways. Within moments, Rio’s slipped his body beside hers and laid them both down, the mattress frigid beneath them, as Beth desperately tries to adjust the thin blankets back across them both.

She inhales sharply when she feels Rio’s leg press sideways against her own.

His arm against hers.

Both of them suddenly pushed like fish fingers against each other on their backs.

Or like corpses.

The thought makes her swallow.

Makes her gaze flick up to see his swollen face, his pink nose, his unusually pale features.

God, it’s cold.

Beth sniffs, looks down as she wriggles further beneath the blankets, curling her socked-toes to try and hold the blanket to them.

“So,” she tries. “How long are we going to be here?”

“I dunno,” he answers instantly, voice light, like he’d been waiting for her to ask. “How much holiday leave you got?”

Beth scowls, twisting to look at him, and then away, and then back, fixing on the way he hasn’t taken his gaze off the ceiling. It leaves her with little to look at but his swollen eye, the skin darkened with bruises around his temple, and she can’t quite keep the edge out of her voice when she asks:

“Did your brother give you that?”

“Cousin.”

He sniffs as he says it, nose wrinkling, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d swear he winced too at the motion of it. Pressed against her own, his arm feels tight, stiff, his leg cold against hers, and fine, if that’s the way he wants to play it.

“Oh, sorry. Did your cousin give you that?” Beth asks, correcting herself, and at least now, Rio does twist his neck to look at her, his eyes wide in the dark, the whites of them near luminous, and god he is - - he is too close. So close she can feel the cool of his breath against her cheek.

He doesn’t reply, and Beth swallows, something in her gut twisting, fingers trembling as the silence pulses between them, and she doesn’t know if it means yes, or if Rio’s insulted she’d even think that (Nick had just seemed - - and Rio - - something. There was something, that’s all), and it makes her look away. Makes her stare up at the ceiling like he’d been doing, like she had earlier too, watching the timber roofing tremble and listening to the shatter of sleet.

She thinks her toes are going numb.

She thinks her lips are.

She thinks the cold is starting to wrap its fingers around her ankles and pull her into its clutches, starting to leave her tired, and suddenly she’s grasping at anything to distract herself. Anything to keep her head above the threat of frigid oblivion, and she’s halfway through the chorus of Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? before she even realizes what she’s humming.

It’s not until Rio snorts beside her that it means anything to her slow turning head.

Beth’s gaze fixes back on him, and it’s sudden then – the memory of Jane and Marcus singing it to each other through the laundry room door while they played, back when Rhea still came around, back when Beth thought - -

After - -

Beth blinks.

A shiver wracking her chest as she clutches the blankets a little tighter.

“Does Marcus like Frozen?” she asks, like she doesn’t know, and from the way Rio makes a low noise of affirmation, she knows that he doesn’t.

Something in Beth loosens, tightens, loosens again.

“He really likes that snowman,” Rio says, sniffing again. “Olaf.”

His lip twitches – something between a smile and a grimace, and Beth can’t help but grin in reply, her own gaze holding now on the twist of his mouth.

“Jane had a stuffed one that sang the song from the movie. The Summer one. I took out the sound box and stitched it back up.”

Rio barks on a laugh, even as Beth cringes at the memory. It probably wasn’t her finest parenting moment, but after hearing the same song for the thirtieth time in a day, she was about to start tearing at the wallpaper.

“I told her he just wasn’t feeling well,” she adds. “But secretly I’m hoping she forgets he ever sang.”

It’s weird, the voice in her head that tells her it’s not a secret anymore.

Not now that she’s told him.

She doesn’t know why that leaves her pressing her arm to his a little tighter.

“Damn, you’re doin’ better than me,” Rio tells her, his voice low, a little slurred, hoarse with cold. She thinks that’s one of the symptoms of hypothermia, isn’t it? God, she can’t remember. “I gave Marcus’ to one of his cousins.”

Beth laughs.

Looks at him.

Vaguely, something in her head tells her to listen to his chest. Check for a rattle. Is that for hypothermia? No. Pneumonia, she thinks. Tries to summon up her badge training. God, she feels drunk suddenly. Woozy. She lifts her head and places it on his chest anyway, and if he’s surprised, he doesn’t act it. Instead, his arm circles around her shoulders, pulling her into him, which is silly, she doesn’t need the rest of her to hear the ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum of his heart beneath her ear. Doesn’t need to drop his mouth to the crown of her head, doesn’t need to inhale either, but she shivers at the warmth of his exhale there when he does that and when his freezing hand finds her shoulder, it’s too easy to reach back.

To pull it around her arm and under, squeezing his fingers into her armpit to warm them, and when his fingers creep forward to squeeze her breast, she doesn’t move them, couldn’t, she doesn’t think, not with his heartbeat so close, and his chest isn’t rattling but it might, she thinks, and god, it’s so much warmer like this, so she shouldn’t move her head just yet.

Just to be sure.

Just to warm them up a little.

Just for now.

[peppusae]

[semi eita] ambivalence ch. 3 (nsfw)

note: this fanfic has multiple chapters, so please look forward to more!

ambivalence: semi eita x reader (ft. tendou satori x reader)

genre: smut

word count: 2k+ words

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ambivalence

ch 3: all night

It’s a bit embarrassing to meet eyes with both Semi Eita and Tendou Satori after that night.

Tendou keeps his promise: You can see that he is dying to ask you what happened, but he remembers his promise and does not ask you anything about Yamagata’s frat party.

And you’re glad, because the sober version of you has already felt like that while remembering all the shameless things you’ve told Semi to do.

It’s even worse because it looks like Semi has the intention of being friends with you; he actually gives you a smile when you pass by each other during changing lecture halls, or when he finds you sitting with your friends at campus while he’s going back to his dorm.

The one time he caught you on your own by your locker, he had come to say hello to you, and you dropped your 589-page textbook onto your foot, almost coughed up your lung, and then blasted away to the library, too embarrassed to even respond back.

No wonder Satori looks so worried each time he looks at me… It looks like Semi hasn’t told him anything, and he is worried sick about finding out what was wrong with me.

It’s a good thing the week that followed was so jam-packed. You had 3 assignments back to back, and working on it during every minute besides your lecture hours meant that the week passed by in absolutely no time.

It’s a Saturday evening, and your usual Saturday evenings were ordering in food with Tendou, and the mad crazy adrenaline you two synergized together forcing you two to have sex - and these were the best kind, because it was during occasions like those when Tendou was his roughest - impatient and slamming into you with all his might so that he can fill you up before you’re food arrived.

Today, you’re laying in the middle of the bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to a little funk and soul while you wait for your meal to arrive.

It’s a bit sad to eat your food on your own, so you watch old re-runs of your favourite show while you eat.

Halfway into the second episode, you’re interrupted by a call - from a number you don’t even recognize.

Usually, you would ignore unidentified numbers, but you remember that you one of your lecturers would call to - very annoyingly - give unnecessary feedback on everyone’s reports.

“Hello?”

“Oh, thank God. I’d have killed Satori if he gave me the wrong number.”

It’s weird because it’s crazy how Semi could recognize your voice instantly when all you said was a simple hello.

And It’s even weirder that you recognize Semi’s voice, too - Not when most of the speaking he did was in a very groggy, whiny drunk voice.

Hearing him now, his voice is much deeper than you recalled it to be, and your hands start to shake.

“Semi?!”

“That’s me. I asked for your number. I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

It’s a bit odd that he would choose you out of everyone he knows and is acquainted with, so when you ask what you can do for him, you can hear a loud sigh from his side of the line.

“Not over the phone, though. Do you know my dorm number?”

Semi Eita is hot. You aren’t going to deny that. You remember everything he’d done and how good his tongue felt as he fingered you as if his life depended on it. The thoughts are embarrassing and it never leaves your head while you finish up the rest of your food, not forgetting to brush your teeth and put your hair up into a bun before you take out your keys and head outside.

Shiratorizawa Academy houses it’s university branch students in dorms divided into two wings of the building. The girls reside in the right wing, and the boys in the left. The academy is actually quite lax about rules, despite this separation; the only rule is that the students were not allowed in the rooms of opposite gender students after dinner at 9 pm.

The gays and lesbians win, for that rule . You think to yourself, finding it a little humorous while you take the lift for the fifth floor. Semi had sent you a text with his dorm room number, and you walk into the hallway, passing by the doors and finally coming across room 514.

Semi opens the door when you give a knock, and he welcomes you in while he gives a little hesitant smile.

No words are exchanged while you enter the room that looks like an exact replica of yours. Honestly, there isn’t much one can do to make their room that much different from another person’s. Because all of the rooms house only one student, the rooms are just big enough to fit a bed, a small cupboard, and a study desk. There’s only so much one can do to decorate.

The bedspreads are neat, and his desk is filled with various textbooks and notebooks, but otherwise, the cramped room is quite clean, for a guy’s place. You glance at Semi, feeling a little awkward all of a sudden, remembering how you avoided him so hard for the week, but you’ve come instantly when he asked for a favour.

“So? What did you wanna ask?”

Semi takes a moment to look at you while he closes the door. The way he takes a step closer to you makes you flinch, eyes going wide and taking a step back instinctively.

“What-”

“Why do you keep avoiding me?”

“Semi, what-”

Your sentence is interrupted when he takes two more steps towards you, and your move back till your back hits the door with a loud smack.

“I’m… not…”

“I didn’t make you go home that night so that you’d avoid me. I just didn’t want to do anything to you while you couldn’t even tell my face from someone else’s.”

“I wasn’t that drunk…” You fib instantly.

“Did you not like it?”

Your jaw drops open. For a moment his upset expression shifts to a little sad one, and it makes your heart race because that was the complete opposite of what your mind was reeling about.

“No! I liked it!” You end up blurting out. “God, I’ve been thinking about you literally every night since.”

While you want to smash your face against the wall in embarrassment, Semi responds with a little blink, tilting his head to the side.

“Then act like it.”

Those are the last words you hear before you feel his body against you, and Semi kisses you in an urgency that makes you moan as soon as you feel his tongue on your lips.

“The way you act in public and the way you do when I touch you are worlds apart.” Semi states in between kisses, his fingers rubbing circles on your skin from underneath your shirt.You’ve never felt so cornered and so embarrassed, your face heating up already because even the way Semi kisses is you insane, like he wishes you to devour you while he has you pinned against the wall.

“Please…”

“Lock the door.” He says, moving away, and as fast as you open your eyes, they shut right away when he begins to kiss your neck. Your entire body is shaking by now, legs feeling so wobbly as you try to keep your little whimpering sounds as quiet as possible and reach a hand out towards the door. Your hands are shaking like crazy while you lock the door, and Semi does not waste a single second, taking a step away from your neck - which instantly makes you frown - and asks you to strip.

You take a few seconds to get over the high.

“What?!”

“I’ve been really, really patient for long enough.” He says, taking your hand and leading you to the bed where you sit down, legs still feeling way too wobbly to keep standing. “So strip.”

The way he runs a hand through his hair is so hot, and you’ve always known that he was really, really good-looking, but it’s the first time you’re actually attracted to him, so your hands are shaking a lot while you unbutton your shirt, undoing your bra and standing up to take off your pants. Semi cups your face, kissing your lips once again and you lose focus a bit while you try to take off your panties.

“Please, please, please. ”

Semi softly makes you sit down, still not breaking the kiss and you can hear him unbuckling his belt, the sound of his jeans dropping down making you feel wetter than you already are. You slowly open your eyes, watching the way his eyes look a little hazy and half closed, biting at his bottom lip while he peels off your panties and throws them away.

He leans in, and you move back, lips meeting once again feeling his tongue once again in your mouth while he gets on the bed, slowly leading you to the head. When you rest your head on one of your pillows, you aren’t able to open your eyes because you can feel two fingers sliding inside you without warning.

That makes you gasp, the sound of his fingers going in and out of your cunt so loud that you find yourself turning red in embarrassment. You open your eyes, barely able to see the way Semi watches your every move, and eyes going a little wide when you grab hold of chunks of his hair from the pleasure.

Instead of adding more fingers, Semi bends down, tongue slowly swirling around your clit and making you arch your back.

You could swear your brain short-circuited for a moment when he softly sucks on your clit right as he inserts two fingers inside your cunt, curling them inside and making your legs come closer together at how different it feels, like he knew your body so well to be curling in right at the place that makes you see white.

When you pull at his hair and moan once again with shaky legs, Semi rubs his lips on your clit, and you’ve never ever felt this way, so much that you come right away, all over Semi’s fingers.

Your head reels, and you open your eyes, wanting nothing more than to kiss him, but Semi...

Semi is surprisingly, agonizingly slow in his actions - much more so than Tendou.

And not just that, but Semi is mad stubborn.

You learn this from the way he glances at you with his face smeared with your juices - and then plunges another two fingers inside you again.

“S-Semi!”

“You finally called my name.”

“S-Semi, don’t-”

“What? I thought someone like you would want another orgasm right away?”

Your eyes go wide at what he said, and before you could say another word, he licks inside your cunt again, his agonizing rubs on your clit making your stomach form yet another knot right away, your legs shaking much, much more than it did the first time.

You feel so good, but you’re so embarrassed that you try to close your legs, calling his name - But Semi holds both your legs tight and apart, tongue never leaving your clit for a single second, pressing kisses and sucking so softly that your legs shake like crazy.

You don't realize just how much he had you under his control, until you come all over his face yet again, your entire body shaking while you have your eyes shut tight at the electrical feeling you’re experiencing.

“[Name]. How do you feel?”

You finally open your eyes while you try to catch your breath, and Semi is hovering over you now, pecking your lips softly before he slowly lies beside you. You extend an arm to the side, and Semi raises an eyebrow, saying nothing but coming closer to you, burying his face into your chest.

“I will never get enough of that, oh my God.” You mumble, wrapping your arm around Semi’s neck, feeling his hot breath on your chest. You think you hear him chuckle, you think you even heard the rustling of clothes, and you think you also heard the door close, but you can’t recall anything while you slip from the little line between consciousness and sleep.

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[koko-bopp]

Sexiled

jeon jungkook x male!reader

word count - 1.9K

genre - SMUT! fluff, soft-angst

contains - virgin!submissive-top!jungkook (he eventually becomes more dominant), calling jungkook ‘bunny’, no penetration; just grinding, dominant-bottom!reader, No mentions of the reader's genitalia, reader is really affectionate, talks of consent.

synopsis - you’re roomates with Jungkook’s friend, when your roomate kicks you out of the apartment to do the deed with his boyfriend, you go to Jungkook’s in hopes he’ll give you some shelter for a few hours.

"Kookie! Hi!" You smile brightly at the younger male, standing at the door of his apartment, looking over his shoulder to see if there was anyone else in the house; and holding a takeaway container of pork belly in one hand and a small carton of banana milk in the other. You look back at Jungkook before speaking, "Is Taehyung home too or are you alone?"

Jungkook was a little confused, he glanced at the contents in your hand, his hand at the doorknob even though the door was wide open. What's Y/N L/N doing at his apartment? His cheeks must be burning red, his bestfriend's friend is at the door, "Er, Tae moved out last week, he's a few streets down–"

"Ah! Good, so it's just you!" You exclaim in relief, "Can I come in?"

Jungkoom was a little surprised at the request, considering the only time you came over was as a plus-one for Hoseok at every event Taehyung was hosting at the apartment or somewhere else, you were close with his Hyungs then you were with him. But Jungkook nodded anyway, naturally not being one to turn someone away.

The two of you went to different universities, opposite ends of the city, actually; but only lived in apartments opposite from each other. Jungkook isn't very discreet with his crush on you, people usually don't spontaneously turn red upon seeing you, or fiddle with their fingers, or stutter two times too many. You were better at hiding it, however.

You had placed yourself in the centre of the living room, between the television sitting on a platform and the coffee table in front of the couch, before facing Jungkook with a grin, "Could I stay the night?"

"What?" Jungkook almost didn't believe what he heard. The question was clear and direct but yet he still struggled to comprehend it. He coughed at the surprise, it was like a punch in the throat, but he managed to compose himself better to answer your question, "I mean, sure, I guess. But what's wrong with your place?"

"Hoseok has his boyfriend over, and he very politely asked him to leave because he and Yoongi had talked about fucking in the kitchen and obviously, me being a good friend, I decided to give him that privacy, but I forgot as I was leaving that I literally wouldn't have a place to sleep, so I realised that your living quarters are the closest–"

"[Y/N]. You can stay, it's fine.. I'm just surprised, that's all," Jungkook mumbles a bit. The world works in mysterious ways, bringing you here was certainly an interesting choice.

"I bought you pork belly with rice, and banana milk as an offering," you smile, placing the meal and drinks on the dining table after walking over to it. The table only having two chairs, which is understandable considering Jungkook lives alone now, "We can watch a movie! And I'm more than happy to sleep on the couch!" You chime, trying your best to make the moment less awkward for him, since, to be fair, you did come rather unannounced..

"Taehyung actually hadn't taken his bed, he let me keep it," Jungkook explained, avoiding your gaze in an attempt to hide his reddened cheeks, "You're welcome to sleep there, I actually just changed the bedsheets– and, thank you for the food, you really didn't have to."

You were grateful as to how selfless Jungkook is, he's younger than you but provides all the boyfriend and friendship material. "Awe, thank you!" You gush, gleely heading towards Jungkook to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around the brunet.

You felt him hesitantly place his hands on your hips, then carefully lacing his arms so that his fingers were holding his elbows as he hugged you back; a warm feeling, and you were always so affectionate. Jungkook almost pouted when you let go of him, but your hand now upon his cheek so you could look at him properly, and it made him freeze. You spoke with concern, your eyebrows furrowed as you assessed the younger, "Are you okay? Are you sick, Bunny?"

"B-bunny?"

You giggle, "Yeah, you know, you look like a bunny; cute, witty, I don't know why you're so shy, I've never seen you like this."

"I guess I'm just... A lot more outgoing in front of my Hyungs.." He forces out a snicker, your thumb now caressing his cheek, not intending for the action to further make his face hot. He really likes the feeling of your skin on his, he just has no idea how to react like a normal human, and it's making him when more embarrassed. Why can't he be like Jin-Hyung and flirt back? Or be more confident like Tae? It was difficult to express the way he wanted without fearing his actions.

"Ah, you're so cute," You say, bopping his nose then fully releasing him from your confining space. "So, about the movie, you can pick. And, you know, you can have your pork belly while we watch and I promise not to disturb."

-`•. ♘

"Why this one, though?"

"It's my favourite movie," he hid his face in a pillow, you two were sitting next to each other; you were sitting with your legs diagonally tucked away from your chest while Jungkook sat upright with his feet on the floor and back against the couch and a pillow hugging his chest.

"Huh," you shrug, chuckling a little before throwing a pretzel from the bowl that was sitting on the coffee table in your mouth, "Didn't take you as the romance buff type."

"I actually really like this movie, Taehyung was watching vintage romance movies once and he suggested this one to me," Jungkook explains, the movie carefully reaching the halfway point as his eyes were glued to the loose thread on the pillowcase, "And I've watched it fourteen times."

"Fourteen?!"

"Fifteen if you count this one," Jungkook laughs softly, "Or maybe not, I haven't really been paying attention..."

You reached for the remote sitting in between the two of you, then pointing the device at the television to close the sound down to a 2. Jungkook was confused. Even more confused when you shifted your body to face Jungkook, placing your palm on your cheekbone and your elbow on the neck of the couch, "Okay. Bunny. What's wrong?"

"I-" He stopped, not being able to avert his eyes from you from the sudden call-out, "What are you talking about?"

"C'mon, are you sick? Is there something on your mind? Is it uni? Because if you have work to do you're no way obliged to be spending time with–"

"No, it's not uni," Jungkook sighs, finally moving his eyes away from you but still picking at the loose thread. "It's– it's hard to explain..."

"I'm waiting, Bunny. Please?" You beg, asserting your bother, "Seeing you nervous when I've seen you drown shots like water makes me feel weird too."

Jungkook thought for a moment, he heard his own heart beating through his chest, and the sound was rapid. "Could I show you instead?"

You nodded.

Jungkook leaned in close, “I like you,” he whispered, placing a hand on your cheek with his fingers touching softly, letting his breathing and closeness longer for a moment to let you know what he was going to do, but also out of the hesitation himself.

So, you placed a peck on his lips first, just a small and quick one, and it didn't seem to catch Jungkook by suprise, because he leaned back in to kiss you properly. Lips dancing with yours gently yet still wanting to convey his answer.

He brings you closer and you place your hand on his shoulder, still wanting to be sure that you can touch him properly, but enjoying the privileges that Jungkook was giving you.

"Mhm," Jungkook hums, pulling away for a second and looking down at the space between the two of you; his lips more crimson and his breathing more uneven, "I've never... you know–"

"Oh," you stop, "Do you want to? You know if you're not comfortable we don't have to do anything–"

"I want you to..." His words came out more firm, brining his hand down to yours, lacing them so he could guide you to sit on top of his lap. He smiled at your little giggle at his action, watching you lower yourself over his thighs and either leg beside his as he placed one of your hands on his shoulder. He moved his other hand up your back with the back of his index finger, tracing the over the clothes, "If you're willing as well."

You nodded softly, shivering under his touch, "I really like you too, Jungkook.."

He chuckled s little, "Since when?" He asked, thumbing his thumb over your hips.

"Jennie's 20th... On the yatch.." You admitted, clenching a fist over his black hoodie, grinding down against him gently, becoming more impatient, careful enough to ignite arousal, and just enough too have Jungkook's breath more breathy in the slightest. "You said that confident guys made you nervous, they're your type; I've been seizing my opportunity ever since."

Jungkook held a firm grip on your hips, watching your breath hitch when he forced you down to grind into him harder, "That– fuck– that was two years ago. You really liked me this long?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding while avoiding his gaze. A moan left your lips when he leaned forward, deciding to kiss your neck the way he see fit as he silently guided you in a way to grind on him through clothes, feeling his bulge growing the more you continued your actions and getting more horny with his licking and sucking your neck to leave deeper shades of colours and bite marks. "J-Jungkook, oh my god."

A small chuckle left the other's lips, looking at you with lust-driven eyes as he rocked his hips upwards, pulling you down so to feel how hard he was. Hearing you moan because of him was such a euphoric feeling, "You sound so pretty, [Y/N].."

You grind down harder, holding his shoulders as moans and grunts have started erupting from Jungkook too, "You sure you haven't done this before, Bunny? You certainly know how to please people," you tease, placing a kiss on his lips as he gripped your his with rough hands.

"Hmm," he hummed, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure at the darkened spot on his dark blue shorts due ot the precum leaking from his cock, "I’ve messed around with people... but haven’t fucked anyone..”

“I’m impressed, Bunny,” you bite you lip, rolling down harder and it resulted in Jungkook throwing his dead back with a loud moan, watching his neck muscles clench as you look the opportunity to paint kisses along his gold skin, and his grip on your hips tight with the intention of having something to hold onto as you moved so sinfully. Pressing a final kiss on Jungkook’s neck before you reached up close to his ear, your voice drops to a whisper, “Can I suck you, Jungkook?”

[seokiie]

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 (𝙼)

+ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵.

+ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4𝘬+

+ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

+ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰), 𝘱𝘸𝘱, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴   

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1st time.

Jimin loves to hold you. He always tells you how soft and delicate you feel in his arms after pulling you against his chest in a comfy back hug. Jimin's actions aren't a secret, just as it's not a secret that you're Taehyung's girl. Taehyung knows Jimin the best out of everyone and he knows how clingy he can be. That's just how he's always been, even now.

"Ah, y/n, what are you doing here?" You were currently sitting in the back of BTS' van. You came to watch the boys perform at their award show and figured you'd ride home with them. You really just wanted some alone time with Taehyung after his shortened performance of Singularity.

"I wanted to congratulate you guys and leave but manager-nim insisted I ride along." You watch as all seven men climb into the vehicle, sweaty and still in their stage outfits. Jimin takes the seat right next to you, his body still radiating copious amounts of heat as he's just finished performing. As more members start to squish inside, Jimin progressively pushes you farther and farther into the window.

"Jiminn, you're crushing mee." You whine from your tiny corner of the van. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Namjoon sat in the middle while the rest tried to squeeze into the back with you. It went smoothly more or less until Jin tried to wedge his way back there, too. At this point you didn't even have a seat, half of you was sitting on Jimin's thigh.

"Jin, you can barely fit back here, sit next to Jungkook-ah." Taehyung groans from between jimin and Yoongi. Jin rolls his eyes in response.

"If I could fit next to Jungkook I'd be sitting there already!! Just tell y/n to sit on Jimin's lap or something! She's taking up the whole damn corner!" Jins swinging his arms around and he's speaking so fast you barely catch his words.

"Sit," Jimin commands while patting his thighs and the van falls quiet.

"Is she a dog?" Hoseok pulls a full 180 to look at the men behind him and the rest of the members break into laughter. Jimin is looking up at you expectantly and you spare a glance at Taehyung, who's staring down at his phone. He doesn't seem to care so you plop yourself down on Jimin's thighs and his hands immediately move to your waist, almost as if it was instinct.

Taehyung isn't a jealous person. Not to mention, someone as beautiful as you should be shared with the world. At least, that's what Taehyung thinks. So he tries his best to ignore the face Jimin makes when the van goes over a particularly large bump and you bounce lightly on his lap, and he tries to ignore the way Jimin's fingers dig into your waist.

Taehyung doesn't even realize how tense he is until Jungkook turns around and snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Are you good, Hyung? You look really mad." The maknae's voice is quiet, but it's not like it really matters. Most of the other members have either fallen asleep or have their headphones in.

"Hm? Fine." He tries to play it off like he wasn't scowling at the way Jimin had his hands on you.

"Are you su-" Jungkooks suddenly stops and makes a wide-eyed face of shock and understanding. "You're jealous because of y/n!"

Taehyung tries to quiet Jungkook down by covering his whole face with the palm of his hand.

"Please, be literally any louder." Taehyung mumbles threateningly under his breath. Jungkook giggles through the hand covering his face and makes an 'okay' sign with his own hand.

"She's your girlfriend just tell her to sit on your lap instead." Jungkook settles into a more comfortable position fully facing the older brother behind him.

Taehyung turns only to see Jimin whispering something in your ear. He watches as you turn a familiar shade of red and slap him on the chest.

"We only just started dating. Jealousy is a bad sign." Jungkook follows Tae's eyes to you and Jimin, even raising his own eyebrows at the blatant flirting going on in front of them.

Jungkook shrugs and turns back around.

That was first and definitely the last time Taehyung lets himself be overcome with jealousy.

2nd time.

That was not the last time Taehyung lets himself be overcome with jealousy.

It was a lovely Thursday evening in the dorm. You'd taken the day off from work to spend some quality time with Taehyung. When you arrived, the dorm had the unfamiliar ringing of silence. You hadn't bothered to ask him if any of the other members were home for that reason.

"I was watching a drama in the living room but now that you're here, I want you to try a recipe I've been working on."

"Sure, is it done?" You turn to make your way to the kitchen but you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind. Before you know it, he's picking you up and carrying you to the living room. You laugh and give him a confused look when he tosses you on the couch.

"It's not done yet, wait for me here, okay?" He ruffles your hair lightly before disappearing into the kitchen. You give him a sound of approval and grab the TV remote, unpausing whatever show he was watching earlier. Your sure he won't mind if you pick up where he left off.

It feels like you're on that couch for hours just staring at the widescreen in front of you. You're about to move onto the next episode of the drama when there's a sudden weight clambering on top of you. At first, you think it's Taehyung but then the mystery person lets out an overdramatic sigh into your ear and they're no longer a mystery.

"Hoseok, what are you doing?" The position is weird but not terribly uncomfortable. You were laying partially on your side facing the TV while Hoseok laid on top of you, playing with your hair.

"How'd you know it was me. I'm so sneaky." He says it with feigned shock in his voice.

"Sneaky? I have to laugh. I thought Taehyung was the only one home." Used to Hoseok's warm and touchy personality, you focus more of your attention on the drama than him.

"Everyones out doing schedules besides Taehyung, Yoongi, and I. Yoongi's been inside all morning, though. Probably sleeping in on his free day." You can feel when Hoseok's body relaxes above you, his nose nuzzling into your neck, somewhere between your nape and collarbone.

Hoseok's body always radiates an amazing warmth and it reminds you why everyone seems to call him sunshine.

The two of you relax on the couch for a while, the smell of Taehyungs cooking emanating throughout the house. You almost feel yourself doze off, your eyes dropping slightly and Hoseok's body acting as a weighted blanket. Your almost-slumber is quickly interrupted by something wet swiping upon your neck.

"Ah, Hoseok, what are you do-ah! " Your brain has barely registered that it was Hoseok's tongue on you when he bites your neck. He didn't bite too hard but just enough to leave a mark. He knew you had a sensitive neck and he was using it to his full advantage.

"It feels like a sin that Taehyung has you all to himself." Hoseok's voice is husky like he's just woken up. To say the gravel in his voice doesn't do something to you would be an enormous lie.

"Suddenly you're- hah, wait-" You turn over on your back, trying to push Hoseok's greedy mouth away from your neck but he doesn't move an inch.

"You know, Tae always brags about how addicting you are, how good you are for him." You let out a groan at that, your hands twisting into the collar of his shirt as his tongue worked over the places he bit.

You've just about given up control when you hear Taehyungs voice call out from the kitchen,

"Y/N-ie! Come eat!" It takes you a few moments to actually catch on to what he said. You blame it on the fact that the man above you is overflowing your senses.

"You heard the man!" Hoseok is immediately off you after registering that the food is ready. You lay on the couch a bit longer, trying to relax the heat between your legs.

"Are you coming?" He's halfway to the kitchen already when he calls out for you.

As you, Hoseok and Taehyung dig into the meal he's worked hard on perfecting for the last few weeks, you give your boyfriend a thumbs up at the delicious food. When he smiles back at you happily, you assume he doesn't notice any marks on your neck from Hoseok's earlier 'playfulness'.

Taehyung figures one day you'll learn not to assume things.

3rd time.

"Can you do me a favor?" You were currently sitting in the kitchen scrolling mindlessly scrolling through your phone when Namjoon makes himself present.

"Sure? What is it?" You mentally give yourself a facepalm. You accepted so quickly knowing that Namjoon's always the one asking for weird things.

"Yoongi's been in his studio all day and you know how he has the tendency to work himself to the bone..." Namjoon raises his eyebrow at you and you finally understand his request.

"Why can't you do it?"

"Yoongi can be... pretty... snarky? Is that the right word?" Namjoon looks to be in thought before continuing. "Yeah. He can be pretty snarky, but at least when he sees your pretty face he won't be as mean."

You roll your eyes at that, taking the glass of water out of his hands and making your way to Yoongi's studio.

It feels dumb, but you stand outside Yoongi's studio for a good two or so minutes. You were treading the lines of anxious and 'why am I even anxious? Yoongi's a sweetheart'.

In a moment of sudden confidence, you knock on his door, the sign reading 'Genius Lab' tapping against the door lightly with the rhythm of your knocks.

The other end is silent before you hear some clattering and then a familiar raspy voice,

"Come in."

You let out a breath of air you didn't know you were holding before twisting the knob and entering the dark room.

"Yoongi?" You look around the room before stepping inside. The room was really, really dark. The only thing you could see was the monitor on Yoongi's desk and the way the screen lit up his face.

"Kinda busy, y/n. Do you need something?" He could've been a lot colder, you know, but you can't help being slightly intimidated. Putting all those thoughts behind you, you walk towards the only light in the room

"You've been inside all day. It's not much but- oh shit-" You probably should've been paying attention to any objects on the floor around you because suddenly you were jerking forward. All you can see before regaining some of your balance and stopping yourself from falling face-first into Yoongi's crotch is a splash of water heading straight for the man in front of you.

"Is this how you say hello where you come from? Go get something to clean up." You can't see much of his lower body because of the lighting but judging by the buoyancy of the glass in your hand you're guessing you did quite a bit of damage.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Yoongles..." You're not sure where to find a towel considering you've only been to the dorm two other times, so is it really a shock when you pull your sweater sleeves over your hands and use them as a makeshift rag? Kneeling in front of him, you place the slightly empty glass on the floor beside you.

Alternatively, as you're too busy patting and drying the man before you with your sweater paws, you don't notice the way he relaxes at the nickname.

"As long as nothing's damaged it's fine." You can't really see where you're touching but you're way too focused on fixing the mess you've made to pay attention to that. "If you somehow managed to screw up my work, I can't say I'd go easy on you."

At that, you finally look up only to realize he's been staring down at you the whole time. You want to question the dark look in his eyes but you finally get it when he glances to your hand resting on the slight bulge in his sweatpants. You follow his glance and you can feel the way he twitches underneath you when you realize where your hand is. Fuck.

You try to move your hand away quickly, but it seems Yoongi knows your move before even you do. Before you can pull away, Yoongi's hand is wrapped around your wrist holding it in place, his eyes still pinning you down,

"You might want to get going. Someone's here for you." He nods towards the door behind you and when you turn around, the person standing in the light of the hallways is none other than Taehyung himself.

When Yoongi's fingers finally unwrap from your wrist, you're standing up quickly and dashing to your boyfriend.

The last time.

Taehyungs patience was slowly yet surely running out. Matter of fact, He thinks he might be on his last straw right now.

Him, Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok, and you were relaxing in the living room together that evening. There was a movie playing on the screen before you all but no one was really paying attention. That point was really obvious to you because you could feel Jimin's eyes piercing through the side of your head from the other end of the couch. Hoseok's hands were just as fearless as Jimin's gaze as they held their position on your upper thigh.  You consider it all a friendly interaction until Taehyung is getting up from under your blanket with a faint mumble of, 'going to the bathroom'.

As soon as Taehyung is out of the room, the two men are practically jumping at you. Jimin scoots closer to you and Hoseok kicks the blanket covering your legs onto the ground, exposing the way he's been touching you to the other two men. Yoongi lets out a laugh from his side of the couch, one of his hands covering the grin on his face.

"Y/n-ah! Were you letting Hoseokie-Hyung touch you like that while Taehyung was sitting right next to you? Aish, so it's like that?" You can practically taste the smirk in Jimin's tone, and with the way he was talking into your ear, you could feel it too.

"Wait- ah, Taehyung- Taehyung's in the bathroom he'll be back soon. We shouldn't-" Hoseok's hands were getting more daring and it was getting harder for you to think straight. That along with the way Jimin is trailing his fingers up your forearm... It would be a massive lie to say you weren't soaking through your panties. With all the sexual tension growing between you and the three men these past few weeks, you really can't help it if you give in. Just for a second-

"Are you really that much of a slut?" Fuck. You knew that voice. Turning your head to the left you're greeted by exactly who you were expecting.

"Taehyungie!" You stand up immediately at the sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorframe of the living room. You're so focused on being walked in on that you don't see the way the other three men snigger.

Your body feels frozen as you watch Taehyung stomp over to you. You've never seen him this angry and for a second you're worried he might slap you across the face, although he's never done something like that no matter how frustrated you made him.

You flinch when you see him raise his hand, your eyes shut tightly but when you feel him grip your arm, they're snapping open.

"What are you do-"

"I've been letting you off the hook this whole month but it seems you really want a punishment, huh?"  The position he suddenly puts you in makes you yelp. It was so fast and all you hear is the clattering of bottles and the bowl of popcorn you were all sharing hit the ground.

He has you bent over the coffee table, your arm twisted behind your back like you were being detained. You let out a quiet whimper when you feel Taehyung press against you from behind.

"Taehyung- ah." The arm behind your back was hurting but the way Taehyung was grinding into you slowly completely distracted you from the pangs of pain traveling up your shoulder.

"Fuck, you like that? You like me touching you in front of the members? Such a slut." His lips are flush against the shell of your ear, his other hand pulling your hair back out of your face. "What should I do with you? Huh? Should I fuck you in front of them?  Show them who you really belong to?"

You let out a moan at his words, your hips jutting out when you feel him pull away.

"She's so thirsty for you, Taehyung-ie. I think we riled her up too much." It's Hoseok's voice but you can't see him with the way you're pinned down.

"I can tell. We should do something about that right, y/n?" You can hear Taehyung undoing his belt but if you listen closely his belt isn't the only one being undone.

"Ah, please.." You keen. Somehow the situation managed to turn you on even more.

Taehyung growls from behind you before he's pulling the jeans you wore today down to your ankles. You clench around nothing when he makes a sound of approval at the sight before him.

"God, look at you. You soaked through your panties." He doesn't have your arms pinned behind your back anymore. Instead, both of his hands are spreading you apart, his thumb pushing the laced panties you wore to the side. You didn't even know he was on his knees behind you until you feel his tongue swipe across your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, Taehyung-" You can't help spreading your legs farther apart to give him more access, but his tongue is only pressing against your folds one more time, lapping up every drop of your juices before he's pulling away.

"Look at her, Hyung. Every time she clenches more of her oozes out." Jimin rasped, almost breathless. When you imagine what he could be doing, a wave of pleasure runs through you.

"I know. I wish I could taste her." Its the first time you hear Yoongi's voice and it's so much deeper. It's almost pitiful how you whine at the sound of his gravelly voice but you can't find it in yourself to care.

"Don't you think you're teasing her too much? If I were you I'd have my cock buried so deep in her pussy already. Fuck, just the thought..." You've never heard Hoseok speak so dirtily before. The growl in his voice along with his dialect peeking through really did something to you.

"Don't worry, Hyung. We're almost there." There's a bit of silence and you're wondering what Tae's doing behind you until you feel something hard prodding at your hole. He doesn't slip it in right away. Instead, he rubs himself up and down your folds, using your wetness to lube himself up.

You're not sure how else to communicate how bad you need him in you so you opt to push back against his length. He lets out a growl from somewhere deep in his throat.

"You're so needy. I hope you remember this is a punishment." You don't even get the chance to throw a snarky remark back at him because as soon as the words leave his mouth he's thrusting inside you. Filling you up till his abdomen was pressed flush against your ass.

Usually, sex with Taehyung starts slow. It starts with him easing inside you before his pace quickens. You loved it but suddenly having Taehyung pounding you into the coffee table while his closest friends watched, you figure rough Taehyung isn't too bad.

"Such a good little slut for me. You're so tight, I could never have guessed my innocent girl liked it so hard." You try to find some purchase on the table, your fingers turning white at how hard you're gripping the edge.

One of Taehyung's hands has found its place on your ass, spreading you apart farther so he can thrust even deeper into your wet heat if that was even possible. His other hand travels down to your clit. The way his fingers rub diligently against your sensitive bud makes your eyes roll back and you can't help choking out a breathy moan.

"Ah, Taehyung... I wanna cum so bad!" It's your first intelligible sentence in a while and you can hear Taehyung laugh behind you.

"That's not how you ask, darling. I don't think you've learned your lesson." The expert fingers that were working you towards your peak suddenly disappear, even his pace starts to slow down and you audibly whine.

"Please, Taehyung, I need it. Fuck, keep going." You could hear the pout in your voice but you really didn't care how much you sounded like a kid. He'd pushed you to your brink and then snatched it away. If he wanted you to beg for it, you'd sure as hell do it.

"Keep going? What do I look like letting such a disobedient girl cum?" His thrusts start to pick up again except he's moving terribly slow. His hips are snapping against you hard, just enough to hit that spot in you just right. It's just enough to keep you reeling but not enough for you to finish.

"Hyungs, what do you say? Should I let her cum?" You let out a whine. Your fate was really up to three horny men, part of you knows they'll make you suffer.

"Does she really deserve to cum?" There's so much counterfeit thought in Yoongi's voice

"I don't know about you guys but I really wanna see that pretty face of hers twisted in pleasure." Jimin counters. Hoseok makes a sound of agreement.

"I wanna see everything drip out of her when Taehyung pulls out." You feel your body heat up even more at Hoseok's words. Seriously, was he always this lewd?

"You're lucky today, y/n. But next time you act up, I'm gonna edge you till you see stars." There's so much lust in his voice and his hands move to your waist as his thrusts finally start to hasten. With how hard he's gripping you, you're sure you're gonna have bruises tomorrow morning and not one bit of you minds.

"Tae, I'm so close." You gasp out through a moan. Besides the repeated wet sounds of Taehyung plunging inside you, you can hear his breathing quicken and you know he's close as well.

"You take my cock so good, jagiya. I can't wait to fill you with my cum, shit." Taehyung's thrusts start to become sloppy.

Taehyung bites your neck to suppress his moans but it's exactly that that pushes you over the edge. You can feel yourself tighten around him as you reach your peak and Tae isn't too far behind. He fucks you through your orgasm before coming inside you. You can feel him dripping down your thigh as he pulls out.

"Look at that face, that's exactly what I signed up for." Jimin sighs happily and it's at that moment you remember the other three men in the room. Embarrassment washes over you but you're too tired to do anything about it.

"Maybe one day Taehyungie will let us get a taste, hm?" Yoongi laughs when you cover your face with your hands.

"Hyung, you're embarrassing her. Look how red she is." Taehyung coos as he walks back into the living room. He'd left momentarily to get what you assume is a wet rag. He starts cleaning up the mess you two made.

When you finally sit up, adjusting your now soiled panties and pulling up your jeans, you finally see how wrecked Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi are. They looked so disheveled compared to when you saw them a few minutes ago and you felt a pang of pride at that.

You did this to them.

Taehyung helped but still, you did this. Hopefully, this isn't the last time, you think to yourself.

When you look up at Tae, finally out of thought, he looks down at you, a smirk on his face.

"This definitely won't be the last time."

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[sokkascroptop]

More Than Friends (sokka x f!reader)

A/N: Here's a lovely little one-shot written for Nina's (@fromthewatertribe) 1K challenge!! This is technically a modern! AU with a female reader but if one was to think that this Y/N is the same Y/N from Traitor I wouldn't stop you ;)

Years ago… not literally since this blog is like 3 months old, but Like Way Back When I Started writing Traitor, someone mentioned a Modern AU… and I wrote like, a full outline for it… fully not expecting to do anything with it. Well, today is the day. Here you have it, Sokka x Y/N modern au, but like only just a stitch of it since I might want to go somewhere with this eventually. I am purposefully leaving out the explicit content that I wrote for ✨reasons✨

When you come home from work and you notice your front door is unlocked and you know for a fact that you locked it before leaving for work, a normal person’s first thought would be to call the police. Y/N was not a normal person.

She turned the doorknob to her and Katara’s apartment as quietly as she could. As she stepped inside she peered around the living room. No one. Without looking away she felt along the wall for the softball bat she kept propped just inside the door. 

“It’s for protection, Katara!” She would always say whenever Katara opened the door a bit too far and sent the bat sliding down the wall to clang against the hardwoods. Katara hated that bat. Y/N, in the moment, loved it. 

Y/N slowly started creeping towards the hallway that led to her bedroom and bathroom, but a sudden noise from the kitchen startled her. She backtracked and stood just outside the doorway, the bat hefted in the air, ready to roll heads in a moment’s notice. 

She jumped when she heard another noise, like metal scraping on metal, followed by someone singing quietly under their breath. What kind of robber does that?!

“Whoever is in there, I have a bat and I’m not afraid to use it!” Y/N yelled. 

She heard a laugh and then a head peeked around the corner. Sokka smiled at her defensive stance. “Still thinking about using it?”

Y/N let out a heavy sigh of relief and dropped her arms, letting the top of the bat hit the floor. She could feel the pounding of her heart slow. “Why do you do this to me?” 

Sokka frowned and held up a spatula. “I am literally making you food. Don’t be snotty.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she rushed forward. “What are you making me? I don’t smell anything.” She stood on her tiptoes to look over Sokka’s shoulder.

Sokka placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed her back down to flat-feet. “I just started. Patience. Go shower or something and I’ll be done when you get back.” He turned her around and gave her a gentle push out of the kitchen.

“What would I do without you?” Y/N asked over her shoulder. 

She was met with a very exasperated groan. “Well apparently, neither you or Katara would ever eat. There was nothing in your fridge!”

Y/N hid a giggle behind her hand as she walked to the bathroom. It was true, she and Katara lived on take-out most of the time.

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Y/N did what Sokka told her to and took her time in the shower, letting the warm water relax her tense muscles. Between classes and work, she barely had any time to do anything; cooking and showers longer than five minutes included. 

The food was even better than she had hoped; she tried to remember the last time she had a meal that wasn’t from a box or off a take-out menu. 

“It was alright,” Y/N shrugged as she licked the edge of her spoon and set her empty bowl on the center table. She leaned back on the couch and wrapped her blanket tighter around her shoulders. 

Sokka scoffed. “I can tell since you practically licked the bowl clean.”

Y/N leaned forward and grabbed the tv remote. “Shut it,” she murmured with a smile. “You could have eaten some too you know.”

“Nah, I put the leftovers in the fridge for you and Katara tomorrow. I can’t be here cooking every night.”

“Why not? I’d like that.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Of course you would, you’re obsessed with me.”

Y/N scoffed. “You were the one who let himself into my apartment to make me dinner. Sounds like you’re obsessed with me! Do I need to revoke your key?”

“That’s it. I’m taking the leftovers and leaving.” Sokka made to stand but Y/N wrapped her hands around his bicep. 

“Can you stay for a bit? I wanna watch something scary and I can’t do that by myself.” 

Sokka snuggled in next to her under the blanket. “Sure thing.” 

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It was about halfway through the movie when the exhaustion of the day hit her. Y/N slid down further on the couch and rested her cheek against Sokka’s shoulder.

“You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?” Sokka murmured, just louder than the tv. 

“I’m just preparing to hide my face is all.” 

At that, Sokka lifted his arm and she slid under it and pressed her cheek against his chest. She was warm and content and she definitely could have fallen asleep had the music of the movie not begun to change. It was something faster-paced and anxiety inducing. 

Much like she anticipated, the next scene made her gasp in fear and jump half-way into Sokka’s lap. 

Sokka chuckled. “Are you okay?” His hands settled on her hips, holding her close. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yeah, of course. I’m not even scared.”

“Do we need to get your bat? For protection from the clown on the television?” Sokka’s hands didn’t move from her, in fact Y/N was sure they tightened when she began to move away. So she stopped.

Y/N felt a little breathless. Probably just from the scary movie. 

“Maybe. You think it’ll help?” There was a stillness in the air between them and Y/N realized how close they had gotten in the moment. 

“Yeah, I think you can take him,” Sokka whispered. His words were meant to be banter but it didn’t feel like it anymore, not with the way Sokka was looking at her with eyes that were so dark they looked like the night sky. 

Y/N leaned in first. She was drawn towards him like a magnet. She had lost all self control and for the first time Y/N just wanted to know what he tasted like.

The second their lips connected, Y/N waited for Sokka to move away. To detach himself from her and push the blanket away and make some excuse about how he had to be up early and let himself out. So she was all the more pleased when he didn’t.

The kiss was slow and chaste and hesitant as if both of them were waiting for the other’s revulsion. But it never came. 

One second, Y/N was high in the clouds and the next she was standing and pacing in the middle of the living room, the movie in the background long forgotten.

“Oh my spirits, Sokka!”

“What? It wasn’t bad, was it?” The smirk on his face was clear. This was not a one-sided thing. 

Y/N’s thoughts swirled in her head. Was she missing something? Because unless she was hallucinating, Sokka definitely just kissed her back and then acted like it was normal for two best friends to do that.

It didn’t matter what she was thinking, her mouth answered for her. “Well, no but–” 

Sokka’s smile widened and Y/N blushed. 

He reached out and grabbed her hand. “That’s great, let’s do it again.”

“But you’re my best friend! And Katara!” Y/N’s head felt it was going to explode. “Katara is my best friend too!” 

She twisted her hand around, not pulling away but sliding their fingers to interlock them. She sat back down on the couch, trying to remember where she was before. Was she too close now? Too far away? She didn’t want to send the wrong message. What was the right message?

He smiled knowingly at her. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Of course I know that...”

Sokka was slowly pulling her closer to him with the grip on her hand and Y/N was completely letting him. 

This time when they kissed, she could feel him smiling against her lips. Not that Y/N wasn’t doing the same thing. Sokka! Her brain screamed. She was actually kissing Sokka and she liked it!

Y/N pulled away and let out a little giggle. She didn’t even have time to ask him what they were doing when Sokka pulled her back in for another kiss. 

“Stop moving away from me,” He murmured. His thumb traced her jawline and the other hand was on her thigh.Y/N’s heart raced as she began to wonder how far this was going to go.

All thoughts were quickly dashed as Y/N parted her lips and Sokka slipped his tongue inside. She grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands off of her. 

Sokka jerked away suddenly, his face a mask of horror, clearly concerned that somewhere he had crossed the line. However, Y/N was thinking the opposite. Maybe he hadn’t quite gone far enough. 

She climbed over his legs to straddle him and pressed his hands into the back of the couch. Sokka’s eyes widened and Y/N gave a little shrug before she kissed the corner of his mouth. She trailed down his jawline and neck, placing soft kisses along the way. She stopped at his collarbone, leaving a love bite that made Sokka groan. 

Y/N let go his hands to take out his ponytail because she just wanted to run her fingers through his hair like she knew he liked. Sokka took that opportunity to grab her waist and pull her closer, as if they weren’t already flush against each other.

They were kissing again, hard, as if this was the only thing left in the world. Sokka’s teeth clacked painfully against hers but it didn’t stop either of them. They just needed to be closer. Just them. Together. Sokka’s hands roamed over her body, never stopping in once place for too long, like he was trying to make up for lost time that he wasn’t able to touch her in this way.

Y/N broke away even though every muscle in her body told her not to and sat back on Sokka’s thighs. Sokka swiped a thumb over her bottom lip and Y/N grinned.

She shook her head in disbelief as she tried to wrap her mind around the last few minutes. Her fingers traced over his cheekbones and jaw as she tried to memorize this feeling of pleasure and excitement in one. She needed to remember the look in Sokka’s eyes in case this never happened again.

“How did we get here?” She asked softly. 

“I think it was a long time coming.” Sokka mirrored the smile on her face.

“Yeah?” 

“We’re more than friends and you know it. Always have been.”

“Well, I wish you would have said something sooner,” Y/N pouted. “We could have been doing this a long time ago.”

[giorno-plays-piano]

Impersonator

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, death of minor character.

Words: 1953.

Summary: Meeting a cosplayer in Berlin isn’t a big deal, really. You don’t actually know why you are drawn to this guy in his stunning horned helmet, standing on the train with a seidr in his hand.

P.S. I own the plot of this story to amazing @caffiend-queen​ and my determination to write it to lovely @kinathewolf​ <3 Although I changed the story a little (this post made us discuss the idea), I hope you will like it!

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Waking up when it was barely six, you kept yawning and rubbing your eyes while sitting on the train. You worked for one of the thousands of start-ups in Berlin, and your boss always liked to start pretty early. Well, despite waking up when it was still dark, you didn’t mind, really – the U-Bahn was much less busy now than thirty minutes later, and you didn’t have to stand the whole way to your station.

Today was a bit different, though. Not that there were too many people, but that one guy with his horned helmet looked so fantastic you simply couldn’t take your eyes off him. He had entered on the Bismarckstraße station, and since then you had been staring at him shamelessly. He was the spitting image of Loki, that god from Asgard, the one who had been released by Avengers not so long ago for his aid in protection of Earth from an invading alien force. Now Loki had his own fan club, and this guy was probably one of the squad. Seeing him in a full suit wasn’t surprising either – tomorrow was the first day of Comic Con, so he was probably going for a cosplay catwalk rehearsal before the event.

No one was really paying attention to him as he stood silently near the door with his seidr, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Come on, he was probably the most handsome guy you had seen in years, not even mentioning his gorgeous costume. Although you had never been Loki’s fan – for God’s sake, you still remembered that day in Stuttgart – this guy’s passion for cosplay was admirable.

When you reached Wittenbergplatz, a group of cheerful tourists entered the train, and the guy had to move further, taking a place close to yours. Of course, you still stared at him in awe, and he quickly noticed you. His piercing gaze finally made you realize it was unacceptable to gawk at someone like this, and you averted your eyes, feeling your cheeks growing hot. The cosplayer chuckled at your reaction.

“I’m so sorry!” You muttered, clenching the fabric of your jacket. “I just- ugh, I mean, your cosplay is stunning!” Now that you said it, you were just too humiliated to add anything. Why couldn’t you be like all other people who didn’t harass the poor guy with them staring? Of course, no one would be comfortable with some creepy girl watching over them.

But the guy didn’t look worried or embarrassed even the slightest bit. When you saw his face, you realized he was amused as he looked at you with a grin on his face. Now you even felt a little scared because there was something animalistic in his gaze.

“Thank you. I was spending day and night crafting this costume.” He was smiling, and you realized he was probably playing the role of Loki now.

Oh damn, of course. Being a cosplayer meant not only wearing a costume of your character but being this character, behaving like them, speaking like them, sometimes even moving like them. This guy was doing exactly this, and, to be honest, he was really good at acting since for a minute you believed he wasn’t just a mere human.

“I’m sure you will be the winner of the contest this year.” You smiled shyly at him, still embarrassed at your behaviour earlier, and the guy laughed at you a little. God, you felt so terribly awkward.

“Thank you. If my brother won’t show up, I’m sure I’ll have a chance.” For a second you thought there was something bittersweet in his eyes, but then it was gone, and the cosplay rose to his feet, shining in the electric light of the subway. “This is my stop. Have a good day, my lady.”

Of course, you barely nodded at him, felling like you’re gonna explode from the way he called you and how the guy bowed his head a bit at you as if you truly were some Asgardian goddess. Minutes later you would curse yourself for being so stupid to not even ask his cosplayer’s nickname – how on Earth were you going to find his profile on Facebook now? Since you were in the middle of a new marketing campaign, your boss would never let you leave tomorrow to visit Comic Con, and that was your only chance to ever see that amazing guy again.

Ugh, living with that useless brain of yours was quite a challenge.

You had already bid farewell to the cosplayer since you knew meeting him by chance again in a city as big as Berlin was impossible – especially if without his costume and wig and makeup the guy would be unrecognizable. The next evening you were sitting in the train just like all other evenings when you were coming late from work, a bag with a chicken sub in your hands along with an already cold cup of tea. You sighed, thinking of Comic Con and all the fun people were having there. Damn, next year you would definitely take a short vacation to finally visit the convention. Maybe you would have a chance to meet that mysterious guy again.

“It smells nice.”

You immediately raised your head, staring at the cold blue eyes of the guy you met yesterday’s morning. He was still wearing his horned helmet and shining golden armor, the Scepter in his hand. He sat close to you again, and you suddenly found the courage to smile at him widely. God, it was happening. He was really here, with you.

Was he coming back from Comic Con? You thought they finished way later, but maybe he was just tired to spend the whole day in this outfit – you could imagine how heavy it was – and left earlier. You couldn’t blame him, thinking of how many people probably wanted to take a photo of him during the day, too, and it was definitely tiresome as hell to pose in front of tons of people for hours.

“Would you like some?” You handed him your paper bag. “It’s a sub with chicken. I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Ah, it’s a very generous offer. It would be rude of me to decline it.” His smile sent chills down your spine, but you reminded yourself he was still playing his role. Anyway, what could he do? Follow you to your apartment in this outfit? Seriously? He would be stuck in the hallway with those horns of his.

You watched like the Loki-guy took a half of your sub and returned the other half to you, then taking a bite and chewing slowly. To your delight, he nodded, telling you he liked it without words, and you chuckled at him. Now he looked almost cute with his puffed cheeks as he kept biting more and more. Apparently, the sub wasn’t bad, and you dug in it enthusiastically, caring little for a few other passengers. No one was looking at you two, anyway.

Halfway through finishing his part, the guy stared questioningly at your paper cup of tea, and you smiled at him with confusion.

“You can have it, too, but it’s already cold, sorry.”

Now he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Did he think it was funny? Was it because he thought real Loki would find it funny? You were too confused but decided not to ask. You looked silly enough yesterday when you were gaping at him with wide eyes. No more of this today! You couldn’t blow it if you wanted to ever see the guy again.

“It’s quite alright. Let me help you.” He carefully lowered his seidr so it touched your cup, and in the next moment you saw a soft blue glowing surrounding it. It was coming directly from the Scepter, and you literally opened your mouth while staring at it wide-eyed. Wait, did this guy put something inside the seidr? Like, a light bulb or something? God, it was beyond your imagination!

But before you started throwing questions at him, you suddenly saw a wisp of steam coming from your tea and felt how the cup grew hot in your hand. Oh shoot, it definitely wasn’t just some light bulb! His Scepter was a real machine!

You probably looked like a little kid, your eyes shining and jaw dropped at the sight of something that looked like a miracle to you, and Loki-guy chuckled softly. He was seemingly content with your reaction as you even sniffed your tea a little bit to feel it really was hot again. But when you brought the cup to him, thinking he wanted to drink, he gently refused it.

“Thank you, but you have already given me enough.” His smile was much softer, and your cheeks grew hot again at his kindness, though it was you who shared your food with him. Strangely, it was like this stranger had some effect on you, and you smiled back at him, lowering your head to have a sip of tea.

However, the next moment the guy furrowed his brows, looking somewhere behind you, and you saw him lifting his seidr again, pointing at something behind your back. You missed his concerned gaze, but not noticing the blinding light coming from the Scepter was absolutely impossible – for a second you almost lost your eyesight, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching the paper cup in your hand. What was that?! But before you got truly scared, the light had disappeared, and all you saw was that Loki-guy sitting close to you with a piece of chicken sub wrapped in a napkin in his hand. His Scepter looked the same as before, no blue glowing coming from it. Wait, you didn’t imagine this blinding light, did you? It was here just a second ago!

As you tried to turn back to see what was happening, the stranger suddenly stopped you, his warm hand on your shoulder as he leaned closer to you, smiling, “Your tea is going to be cold again.”

“Yes, b-but-“ You gawked at him and then stared at his seidr, unsure what to say. “I-I mean, have you seen that light? Did it come from this thing?”

You heard someone behind you letting out a sudden scream and smelled metal and plastic melting. It was disturbing enough as it was, but then you realized you smelled the burning flesh searing from someone’s bones.

The Scepter. The guy’s resemblance to the Asgardian God of mischief. Shit.

Before you tried turning again to see what was left of the seats behind you, Loki’s grip on your shoulder became painfully strong. You watched him leaning even closer to you in slow motion, the world around you slowing down as the man whispered to you in a dangerously low voice, “Don’t look back. You don’t want to see what is left of that creepy man who was staring at you all the time, do you, dear?”

Frozen on the spot, you barely nodded, your eyes not leaving Loki’s pale face as he smiled, letting go of your shoulder and touching your arm surprisingly gently instead. You heard the sounds of crying and whining, people around you scattering to the different part of the car to be as far as possible from a man in the horned helmet. But you just couldn’t move from your place, glued to your seat, an Asgardian God looming over you.

“I am grateful for you sharing your meal with me. I’d like to thank you properly,” he said softly, and you swallowed your tongue instead of letting out a loud scream. “Let’s leave on the next station. I know a few nice places in Mitte.”

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The Revived - Chapter 2: Connected

This is chapter 2 of the Dream SMP multichapter fic @rainbowbutterfrosting​ and I wrote together! I hope you’ll enjoy!

Thank you to @ r0w3n-1n-d0ugh for beta-reading this chapter.

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Characters in this chapter: Wilbur, Ghostbur, Technoblade

Word count: 3268

Cw: arguments, yelling, insults, miscommunications, recklessness, mentioned suicidal behavior, cursing, mentions of crying, mentions of food, jokes about drugs

Fic summary: Wilbur was alive, and it was such a magnificent feeling, that made his mind spark with anticipation. It didn’t take long, however, for Wilbur to realize that this new breath of life, was not just his own. An echo-y voice hides in the back of his mind, and before he knows it, the transparent version of him he saw at the endless train station, is a lot more ingrained than he’d expected him to be.

And Wilbur really shouldn’t care. Because he’d be damned, if he spent the life he’d awaited for so long, babysitting a lost cause of a ghost, stuck in the very same limbo Wilbur spent so long in. It was an even exchange, and one Wilbur wasn’t going to mess with. Why exactly he ends up setting out to get the ghost out of his mind, in order to save the both of them, however, is beyond him. And perhaps Wilbur’s past isn’t as easy to leave behind, as he’d hoped it would be.

Wilbur had barely acknowledged his surroundings until they’d made it to the house, tucked in among the mountains and the snow. Once Phil opened the door, Wilbur groggily wandered inside, recognizing the smells, and the familiar furniture, that had changed quite a bit, but still held the same atmosphere somehow. Wilbur didn’t have a home, but this house with all the strained emotions and uncomfortable attachments related to it, was probably the closest he would get. For now, of course, because Wilbur had plans, even if he couldn’t think of them at that moment.

As they entered the home, Phil turned to Wilbur, with narrowed eyes, wrinkling his nose. “No offense, mate, but your eye bags are deeper than the hole of L'Manburg. When have you last slept?”

"Haha, good one," Wilbur said, absentmindedly taking his first steps up the stairs.

Phil had hesitated, his eyebrows furrowed. "Wil, please tell me you've had some kind of sleeping schedule since you've returned."

"And I wished I had a house when I returned back here, we don't always get what we want." Wilbur had responded with a shrug, because it didn’t matter, really. Wilbur was alive, and he didn’t have to count the days anymore. He stumbled, grabbing the nearest stationary object he could reach to prevent himself from falling on the stairs. Phil sent him a concerned look.

Before he knew it, Wilbur had found himself in a room with a little bed that he wished wasn’t as appealing as it was. The mattress was soft, accompanied by the sheets, and Wilbur was brutally reminded that he hadn’t truly seen a bed for thirteen and a half years. Soon, he was tucked underneath a duvet and felt himself drifting off into a dreamless slumber, which was far better than the nightmares he’d half-expected.

He woke up to a plate of food, sat up, and ate a few bites before he fell asleep again. He wasn’t certain how much time had passed whenever he dared open his eyes. He should get up! He should face the world he’d been denied for so long, but getting up meant so many things. He had so little time to finish his work, though the darkness called to him, like a friend he never wanted to leave.

And the voice was there too, unfortunately, whenever he woke up. The cries, the whines, and the words that became clearer and clearer. Wilbur held his eyes open for a long time, as if he was in a staring contest with the ceiling, as the cries refused to settle. “Ugh, would you shut up for one second.” he groaned.

When the cries immediately ceased, Wilbur tensed up.

“You can… You can hear me?” was all Wilbur heard now, and he stayed completely silent. “Please.” the voice added after a short while, “It’s so lonely here.”

Wilbur almost feared his heart had stopped once again before he whispered: “Ghostbur…” it wasn’t a question, nor a statement. He wasn’t certain what it was, but perhaps he shouldn’t have said it.

“Yes!” the voice said, giggling with more relief than Wilbur had ever heard from anyone else, “It’s me, Ghostbur! And you’re Alivebur, right?”

“Alivebur?” Wilbur chuckled to himself, “I’m certainly alive, but I typically go by Wilbur.” If Wilbur could hear someone smile, he would describe it as the sound of Ghostbur’s voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry! It’s been a while since I’ve talked with anyone… Gets quite lonely here. Hey, where are you?”

“Phil’s upstairs. Maybe you weren’t here often. He had to make a bit of room up here since he didn’t expect my arrival.”

Minutes went by without a response from Ghostbur. Just as Wilbur was about to ask if he was still there, he heard the friendly voice again, “But… I’m sorry but this doesn’t make much sense to me. I- I’ve been to Phil’s house, and this doesn’t look like a house of any kind.”

Wilbur made a confused noise. “I don’t know if ghosts are constantly on weed or some other shit, but it’s pretty live laugh and love in here. Spruce shelves with some nicknacks and those little windows halfway covered in snow. Hey- I just realized. The windows are made out of spruce fences because Dad can’t see glass! That’s sorta neat.” Wilbur felt proud of his realization, even if someone else probably realized it before him.

Ghostbur’s voice on the other hand held a slight amount of fear, “Nono, there’s… I’m not really sure what this whole place is. It’s this big cylinder tube. It’s… It’s gray and there’s some benches here, but there’s also this really long tunnel! I tried walking to the end, but I- I don’t think there is one.” Wilbur’s heart dropped when he heard that. “Ghostbur… brown benches with some shitty lights in the ceiling?”

“Yes!” Ghostbur let out a soft gasp, “Have you been here before? Are we on some long-distance phone line? I- I don’t see a phone here.”

Wilbur thought for a moment, “It’s… It’s more than a phone line.” He should’ve remembered already, but his head was groggy. The transparent version of him, tears streaming down his face, almost as if they were burning him. The one who took his place on the platform. Wilbur didn’t know how to break the news to his Ghost counterpart. “I think you’re in my limbo.”

Ghostbur giggled, “I love limbo! I’m not very good at it though, whenever I play the pole just goes through me.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes at Ghostbur’s train of thought, “Nono, it’s… a little more serious than that.” Wilbur’s words became more spaced out, trying his best to avoid the actual topic.

“Does the bar actually hit me now?”

Wilbur awkwardly laughed, “No, it’s-” he quietly groaned from frustration, he’d never been good at breaking bad news to someone. “There’s no limbo bar.”

“That’s silly. How are we going to play limbo, with no limbo bar?”

Wilbur sighed, Ghostbur deserved to know, “You’re-”

“I know,” Ghostbur’s words were covered in child-like excitement, “we can just pretend there’s a limbo bar! I’ll go under it first.” There was silence for a few moments. “I did it! Now it’s your turn.”

“Ghostbur, this isn’t some kind of game.”

“It is though! I can’t find a dictionary, but if you try lookin’ in one of those, you-” Ghostbur quietly gasped, “Do you not know how to play limbo? Oh, you poor thing.”

When Wilbur spoke, his voice was louder than he meant it, venom dripping off each syllable, “You’re in prison. You’re never getting out and you’re stuck there!”

The silence that extended between them was louder than Wilbur could ever yell. “Ghostbur, I’m-”

“Wilbur?”

Wilbur jumped from the sudden noise, looking over and seeing Technoblade at the other end of the room. He seemed confused, which Wilbur thought must’ve been from the thought of him being alive and well, but it didn’t take him long to realize it must’ve been from talking- and yelling- to himself. 

“Is Techno with you?! How is he?” Ghostbur excitedly squealed. Not now, Wilbur responded in his head, but Ghostbur must’ve not been able to hear it as he rambled off other questions. Through his babbling, he could hear mentions of Tubbo and Ranboo, but most of it was muddled together from Ghostbur’s cheerfulness. 

“Hi, Techno!” Wilbur said too loudly. “How are you? I uh- hope you’re- it’s all going well.”

Techno raised an eyebrow, “I, uh… I guess it is. You’re back and stuff.”

Wilbur nodded, “Yeah, yeah I am.” 

Ghostbur jumped in, “Techie, it’s been forever! What adventures have you been up to?”

A rough silence extended between the three, time feeling more present by the second.

Ghostbur chuckled and whispered, “I think Tech is ignoring me like you were.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes which only made Technoblade even more suspicious of the newly revived man in front of him. 

“You alright? Phil told me you nearly died from hypothermia. Probably not the best way to reunite with your father.” Techno snorted quietly.

Ghostbur’s voice turned sadder, “But, I- that didn’t happen. I saw it myself, Phil gave you an enchanted golden apple and you guys hugged. Nothin’ bad happened, you did look a little uncomfortable though.”

That caught Wilbur slightly off guard, though he couldn’t quite respond properly or ask for more information. He nodded bashfully, “Yeah… uncomfortable is a word to describe it.”

“Yeah… hey, Phil told me to show you to the portal and stuff. He doesn’t want you dying again.” Although Techno didn’t say ‘literally,’ Wilbur could hear it clearly.

“Oh, Don’t worry! I can show him where it is! I’ve followed Ranboo through those portals a few times. He’s really nice. He seemed a little worried last time I saw him though, but Tubbo was there and he was also worried. Maybe we could give him a visit. We can visit both of them!” Wilbur heard quick echo-y claps, presumably from Ghostbur’s enthusiasm.

“Mhm, sounds like a plan.”

“Great…” Techno said, and Wilbur started to notice that there was something hesitant in the other’s posture. Something awkward, and restricted, though Wilbur found it difficult to place why. “Let’s go,” he said, gesturing with his head towards the door, and that was when Wilbur had no choice but to leave the comforting darkness. Perhaps it wasn’t too appealing after all because Wilbur had been alone for so long, so maybe it was time he saw how much the world had changed without him. Wilbur stood up from the bed and followed Technoblade out the door.

“Oh! I guess Techno is taking us to the portal after all. That’s great! Aliv- I mean, Wilbur! Haven’t you missed this place too? Did you even see this place, while you were alive? Did they-”

“Shh,” Wilbur said quickly and harshly, closing his eyes.

“Heh?” Techno said questioningly.

Wilbur’s eyes widened. “Oh, nothing! I was just thinking about something.”

“Thinking about something hush-able?” Techno said with a hesitant smile, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hearing voices too.”

Wilbur chuckled awkwardly, though he didn’t say anything else on the matter.

He hardly had the time to consider what it was like to see Technoblade again because Ghostbur was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Wilbur had simply assumed that hearing the cries and the begging words had been a side-effect of the revival. One he would get rid of eventually.

Prime, he hoped he could still get rid of it. He wasn’t sure if he could handle all the questions in his own mind, let alone whatever it was Ghostbur was talking about. There had to be a way to break the connection because that was what Wilbur did best. It was getting rid of things once they were a lost cause, and Ghostbur’s situation was a lost cause, wasn’t it? Even if Ghostbur wasn’t quite bright enough to realize it himself.

Wilbur and Techno walked outside, the wind reaching Wilbur’s hair and face pleasantly, making him realize that it was before noon. He wondered for a moment, how long he had slept. Wilbur looked at the surroundings properly, now that he was no longer collapsing from exhaustion. “What’s that place over there?” he asked, pointing towards what looked like a solitary house, nearby Phil and Techno’s.

“Oh. That’s Ranboo’s place,” Techno said. He glanced at Wilbur. “You know Ranboo?”

“I met him briefly,” Wilbur simply said, remembering the moments after his revival. The way Tommy had stared at him with fear, Tubbo looking vaguely concerned, the new face that stood slightly behind all of them, and all the words that didn’t matter, because Wilbur was alive, and this was his sunrise. “What’s he like?”

“He’s good.” Techno said, “I don’t know how long he’s going to stay here though.” 

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked.

Techno breathed deeply. “He just spends less time here is all.” He shrugged, “It’s not my problem. Plus I don’t think I’m the best choice for filling you in.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s with Tubbo now! I- I’m not very sure though, I just know they make each other very happy.”

Ghostbur had mentioned those names together before. The two stood next to each other, at the sight of Wilbur’s revival. Yet it was still odd to hear this stranger mentioned next to the man Wilbur remembered so clearly. The president of the fallen nation. Wilbur would almost say it was a failed nation, but that wouldn’t be true at all. A failed nation would leave him marked as a nobody. No, L’Manburg made everybody know his name. He even got power for a long while. It was all he could ever ask for.

“Soot?”

Wilbur slightly jumped, from the sudden noise, “Yes?” Techno let out a small laugh, but his eyes were tinted with concern that made it feel like it was supposed to comfort the two of them instead of being a genuine expression. “I’m not the best at conversations but I’m pretty sure that isn’t a yes or no question.”

Wilbur nodded, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry, ’m just a bit tired. Sleep works a bit differently when you’re alive. Well- I suppose everything is a bit different. What were you asking?”

“Just if you were gonna stay at Phil’s or if you want a house for yourself. I was uh… offering to help if you needed it.” 

“Awww, Techno is trying to be your friend. He seems all big and scary, but we were pretty close! Well- we never really talked or hung out much, but sometimes I saw him searching through some chests and he seems nice. I tried to offer him some blue, but Tommy said not to. Not sure why though.” Despite the topics he was discussing, Ghostbur’s voice stayed passively happy as Wilbur assumed would be a new norm. Yet, he’d never heard of this “blue” before. Maybe Ghostbur was on drugs after all.

“Actually, that might be pretty nice. I’ll admit L’Manburg was a flop, but my house won’t be! What should we call it? I’ve been thinking about what to call it if I started a new nation., or country, tomato potato, and- I think BimBom sounds neat.” 

Techno glanced back at Wilbur, “BimBom was the best you could do? Look, man- I don’t respect government. Y’know, that’s my main thing. But I wouldn’t even respect a girl-scout cookie organization named that.”

Wilbur pouted, “Hey, you try spending thirteen and a half years alone and come up with good ideas.” His words became sharper near the end, becoming defensive as he subconsciously thought Techno would be on his side.

However, Techno only gave him a confused look, “It wasn’t-” he bit his lip, gave Wilbur a quick contemplative look, and turned away, “Nevermind.”

“Oh no, he’s in a bad mood now. You should apologize,” Ghostbur’s voice whined in his head.

“I-” Wilbur was going to claim that he wasn’t going to apologize, but he realized he couldn’t say that without Techno hearing him.

“Don’t worry, everyone gets a bit tongue-tied. I’ll help you!” If only Wilbur could communicate silently with the ghost. “The first word is ‘I’m’ and the second is ‘sorry.’ Words can be a bit hard sometimes, but I’m sure Tech will accept your apology even if you’re a bit bad at it.”

Wilbur frustratedly sighed. He didn’t know if Techno heard it and was pretending not to, or if he genuinely didn’t hear the exhale, but Wilbur was grateful to not be called out about it. Once enough seconds had passed with what he felt was an expectant look from Ghostbur he mumbled a quick “‘M sorry.” just to get the ghost off his back. He caught a nod of acknowledgment from Techno, and let out another breath.

Simultaneously, Wilbur heard what sounded like a relieved sigh in his head. “There we go.” Ghostbur said, “Good job! You’re getting the hang of it, I think. I don’t like it when people are mad. It’s hard to tell sometimes, but it’s good to try to keep them happy.” there was something strained in the last words, as if they held a hint of something less joyful, that someone attempted to shove out.

“We’re here.” Techno stopped walking, only a few steps away from the nether portal. Wilbur instinctively ran his hand along the border of obsidian, it was cool to the touch, and vibrated with a low hum. “We were planning to make a path, but we always had other priorities too.” Techno explained. 

Wilbur nodded and walked towards the portal, only for Techno to grab his arm and pull him back. “For the love of subscribers, are you an idiot?” He heard Ghostbur mumble something, but he didn’t bother to pay attention.

Wilbur pulled his arm out of Technoblade’s grip, “Have nether portals changed since I was last here?”

Techno snorted, “No, but that’s exactly why you shouldn’t be going yet. I’ve got some armor back at my base, even some golden apples I can spare. Unless you’re-” realization spread across his face, “Oh that makes sense.”

“What makes sense?”

“This-” Techno sighed, “This is just a suicide mission, isn’t it?”

Wilbur made a small step away from Technoblade. “What are you even talking about?”

Techno rubbed his head, he looked like he was trying to relieve a headache of some kind. “Look, I know that it’s supposed to be ‘twice is a coincidence and three is a pattern,’ but…” Techno groaned, “I’m not gonna sugar-coat with you. You were reckless before you died, you thought you could walk into a freezin’ cold biome without anything on you, and I don’t need a third time to realize what you could be doin’.”

Wilbur nodded despite not necessarily agreeing with his claims. Wilbur didn’t want to die anymore, and Wilbur wasn’t going to die. That couldn’t possibly be that hard to understand. “L’Manburg was ages ago and I’m a grown man, I can handle myself.” It wasn’t his strongest argument, but he knew he was right in the end.

“You’re the same grown man that thought he could run a nation with one of your dumb protocols bein’ that you don’t wear armor. You might be able to ‘handle’ yourself, but I feel like you’re gonna do a poor job at it.”

Wilbur’s eyes burned with fire, because while he didn’t care deeply, not really, that didn’t mean it was something that could be brushed off so easily. “It- It wasn’t dumb. L’Manburg was my nation-”

“Surely you aren’t blind. It’s in ruins!”

“It doesn’t fucking matter if it’s in ruins! I’ve done more than you will ever achieve in your whole pathetic life.” He shouted harshly, “All you go on about is how you hate governments and orphans, and it’s because you’re nothing more than that. It’s not my fault that I actually make an impact in this world while you’re up in your stupid house because no one can stand being around you.” Wilbur’s chest was heaving at this point, both of his hands curled up into fists.

Technoblade spat out at Wilbur, “Oh my fucking Blood God, Soot. Fine- I promised Phil that I wasn’t going to let you kill yourself, but if you’re so passionate about blindly throwing yourself at whatever comes your way, then go at it.”

Wilbur practically screamed, “Fine, I will!” and with that, he threw himself into the nether portal and felt the purple wisps surround him so loudly that he couldn’t even hear Ghostbur’s pleas. 

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A Bad Day

Jonny wakes up feeling sick, but instead of resting and sleeping it off he tries to pretend nothing is wrong in order not to be seen as vulnerable. When he finally collapses Ashes and Tim are there to take care of him.

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Ships: none

Warning: Jonny vomits. Tell me if I missed anything of if you want me to tag something! :)

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Jonny woke up with a headache and a sore throat. He groaned and rolled onto his side, slapping his nightstand in the dark until his hand had found his gun and he could shoot himself through the head, hoping he would come to feeling a bit better.

When he awoke again, nothing had changed, except for the headache, which had gotten worse.

Groaning again, Jonny allowed himself to mope in his bed for a few more seconds, before he forced himself into an upright position.

The world spun around him and he felt nauseous, but after a few moments of heavy blinking and clamping his mouth shut, he managed to get up and to the shower. On the way there he almost fell over a couple of times and the bright light felt like it stabbed him.

In the end he got through his morning ritual, choosing to take a sitting shower in the dark where he skipped over most the actual cleaning and opted for less belts than normal.

It was pretty unusual for a Mechanism to get a sickness that stuck after a death, but it did happen. Raphaella had once told him something about antibodies running out or something. Jonny didn’t really know, he hadn’t been paying attention.

He also didn’t really care, because that did not help him feel less terrible. He briefly considered climbing back into bed and just sleeping this whole thing off, but he knew someone would go check up on him and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to think of him as weak and, he reasoned with himself, he wasn’t feeling that bad anyway, so why waste a day?

Jonny already regretted his decision by the time he got to the kitchen. He was cold and shaky on his feet and the lights were making his head pulse with pain.

Stumbling around, he was glad no one was there to see him as he got himself some cereal, since his stomach was also still quite upset and he didn’t feel like vomiting. With his cereal in hand he slumped down at the counter and mechanically spooned the breakfast into his mouth.

Halfway through he wanted to give up. The cereal was sitting heavy in his stomach and he had to swallow twice after each bite to make sure it actually stayed down.

He was about to shove the bowl away when Raphaella entered with a big plate of steaming breakfast food in her hands and sat down next to Jonny. She began to chatter excitedly about some sort of experiment she was doing, something about the resistance of octokitten skin and ray guns.

Jonny wasn’t really paying attention.

Instead he was focusing on not vomiting, since he had returned to his cereal, trying to keep up the facade. But the smell and noise was not helping him at all.

Raphaella was still talking, not minding Jonnys silence at all. He had managed to finish his cereal and was glad that he now had an excuse to leave. He lied: “Very interesting, Raph, I’m sure. But I promised Marius I’d help him reorganize, so I have to go now.”

“Oh, of course. Can you take this with you for me?” Raphaella got a file out of her pocket and explained: “He wanted me to test all our medicine, so he really needs them today for his organization, since you’re already going you can give them to him.”

Internally Jonny cursed, he’d wanted to go and maybe lie down on a couch (doing nothing on purpose was different, so he could lie on the couch and feel miserable), but now Raphaella and Marius would find out something was up if he didn’t go bring him that stupid file.

Wordlessly he accepted the file and got up. His knees almost buckled, but he could catch himself on time on the table, going unnoticed by Raphaella.

He started walking.

It was the most painful thing he had ever done despite the fact that he had died in so many ways. Every step echoed around in his head and the lights pulsated above him making the world spin while the food churned in his stomach.

The med bay came in sight and he could almost cry with relief, since he would be able to sit and relax for just a moment.

With the last of his power he pushed open the door and threw himself into a waiting chair (he did not know why they had them, but he wasn’t going to argue with this gift) as he held out the file to a startled Marius.

When Marius gave him a questioning look he stated: “From Raph.”

“Ah.” Marius clapped his hands, making Jonny wince, and took the file: “She’s done, great. I’m reorganizing my cabinets by deadliness. Why are you bringing this anyway?”

“Nothing better to do.” Jonny shrugged, sagging further into the chair.

“Oh, great! You can help me then.” Marius smiled and hauled Jonny out of the chair, depositing him on the floor between bottles and handing him one of the papers from the file.

“What?” Jonny asked, disoriented by the sudden movement.

“You’re helping me.” Marius repeated himself, “You just said you had nothing better to do and I can use the extra hands or eyes. Just put the right bottles from each category with each other.”

And with that he turned away, leaving Jonny on the cold floor to struggle through this task. The letters were small and the concentration it took him to read them hurt. The lights were also bright in the med bay and the food was still rebelling in his stomach.

He wanted to leave, he should have stayed in bed and never come out, but it was too late now and if he left, Marius would get mad, maybe even yell and that would hurt too and he’d have to get up in order to leave. Getting up seemed like a lot of work right now.

So he sat and he struggled and he hurt.

With the additional hurdles that came with sickness, it took them until lunch to get all the filing done. The fact that Marius hadn’t noticed something was up with Jonny, only cemented the idea that the other wasn’t really a doctor in Jonnys mind.

By the time they were done, the coldness had seeped into Jonnys bones and he was shivering slightly while a man with a hammer was seemingly on a rampage inside his head, the only saving grace was that his stomach had decided that the food was okay to stay for now.

That wasn’t about to last, however.

Marius had decided he would make a nice lunch for Jonny as a thank you and had dragged the other with him to the kitchen.

The only thing good about that was that Marius literally dragged him along, so Jonny didn’t have to focus so hard on staying upright and he would be closer to the room with all the couches when this was all over.

Jonny picked at the food in front of him, it was toast with eggs and bacon, Jonnys favourite, but now the smell alone was enough to trigger his gag reflex, however with Marius beside him he just powered through, focusing on swallowing and making sure it stayed swallowed.

When Marius was done, he gave Jonny a look and asked: “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just enjoying.” Jonny grimaced while attempting a smile.

“Sure.” Marius didn’t look like he believed him, but he also didn’t have the time, so he went on, “Enjoy away, I say. I have to go, though, but thanks for the help, really.”

Jonny gave him a thumbs up and waited until the door was closed behind him, before spitting out the bite he had taken and shoving the plate away.

He cradled his head in his hands and tried to do breathing exercises to keep the rest of the food down. He hunched over and screwed his eyes shut, hoping to drown out the pain from the lights with little to no success.

Then he heard heavy footsteps and quickly sat up, trying to pretend nothing was up. Soon after Brian walked into the room and greeted Jonny: “Ah, just the person I was looking for.”

“How so?” Jonny asked, his voice a bit deeper and gravelly than normal.

“I’ve had this melody stuck in my head for days and I think it has potential, but I wanted to run it by someone, before throwing it into the group and you’re the most honest when it comes to this.” Brian told him, “So can I run it past you?”

Jonny wanted to whimper at the thought of listening to music, but instead he said: “Sure, Brian.”

He got up on shaky legs and tried to keep up with Brians long strides to the practice room. There Brian grabbed his banjo and started playing a few notes.

Every note rang through Jonnys skull and he flinched and winced at all of them as he tried to stay on two feet, leaning heavily against the cold wall. He tried to listen, tried to keep up the facade, but it wasn’t enough and after a while Brian asked: “That bad, eh?”

The sad note cut through the haze in Jonnys head and he shook it, which was a bad decision, since he glided to the ground, and said with raspy voice: “No, sorry, just headache.”

Brian could see that it was much more than a headache, with the flush high on his cheeks while he shivered and swallowed heavily. Brian sighed: “Oh, Jonny, you should have said so. Here let me get you to a couch so you can lie down for a moment.”

Jonny tried to wave him away, telling him that he was fine, so Brian played the ace up his sleeve: “Please, it’ll make me feel better after I forced you to listen to me with a headache.”

With his pride in tact through the excuse, Jonny agreed.

Brian did not miss how heavily he leaned on him on the short track to the couch room, as they creatively called the room with all the couches, nor did he miss the slight tremble that was visible in all of Jonnys limbs.

With Brian telling him sternly to stay on the couch, Jonny closed his eyes and sank into the pillows content to doze the rest of the day away in the hope he would feel better when he woke up.

No such peace was in the cards for Jonny, however. Since he was awoken by gunfire not even half an hour later. Each round fired felt like it had lodged itself inside his head, which he grabbed in despair as he curled into himself on the couch.

When the fighting got closer, he peered over the couch to see Ashes seething and shooting at a grinning Tim, who was running away from them while firing as much rounds as he could over his shoulder.

Jonny did not know what Tim had done to earn Ashes wrath, but he picked their side anyway, wishing that whatever Tim had done, he’d done it on literally any other day.

He groaned again and flopped back onto the couch, effectively catching Tims attention, who took one look at him and commented: “You look terrible.”

Immediately feeling the need to not seem vulnerable, Jonny shot up, ignoring the fact that he’d almost blacked out at the action and with a gruff voice he stated: “Do not.” before shooting Tim in the head, nearly dropping his gun with the recoil and the loud bang.

Ashes walked in, curious to see why the shooting had stopped. They gave Tim one look and said: “Ahw, man, I wanted to do that.”

“Serves you right for being annoying.” Jonny groused, not regretting solving the loud noise problem.

He did regret it a bit when Ashes shot him in the head for it, but it’s hard to feel sorry for yourself when you’re dead.

Waking up with an even worse headache, Jonny did feel sorry for himself as he tried not to cry or vomit from the pain of the lights and the loud arguing next to him.

He wanted to tell them to shut up, but in order to do that he had to use his throat and his throat hurt right now. He would also need to pretend to be functional again, instead of just lying there pretending to be dead and feeling miserable. So, he just laid there and listened.

“It wasn’t me, I swear.” Tim said.

“Who else could it be, Tim. It’s a gun, of course you stole it.” Ashes sounded annoyed.

“Yeah, a ray gun. I don’t like those, but Raphaella wanted one for her latest experiment, why don’t you suspect her?” Tim argued.

“Because she already borrowed one of my ray guns.” Ashes sounded smug, “And the one that went missing has been on your radar for millennia.”

It wasn’t stopping, their voiced just got louder with every sentence and Jonny wanted to scream, but at this point he wasn’t sure he could do that.

He coughed and, with his cover as dead person blown, he got up and looked at them, shutting down the argument for exactly three seconds while they looked at him.

“Having fun without me?” he asked, how he had managed to sound like a person, he did not know. He only knew that it had hurt.

Jonny could slap himself over that comment. He wanted to get out of this situation. Ashes and Tim were precisely the two people he did not want to find out he was feeling unwell, but now he was just further inserting himself into the situation.

“Yes, tell Ashes I didn’t steal their ray gun.” Tim demanded.

“Tell Tim he has to give it back.” Ashes returned loudly.

“Just give them the gun back, Tim. It’s not worth it.” he finally told him, neither noticing the rough state of his voice.

He could not see the smug grin Ashes gave Tim through the pulsing of the lights, but he could hear Tims indignant reply, very clearly and loudly: “Why are you taking Ashes’ side? I’m innocent, I don’t even want their stupid ray gun. You don’t get to accuse me like that!”

“We’re pirates, we steal things.” Jonny whispered, giving up on trying to sound normal in favor of hurting less, “If you’re really that innocent, let them search your room.”

Jonny didn’t know if it was the sudden change in volume or the fact that he was not further instigating violence that tipped them off, but both stopped arguing to really look at Jonny and their anger at each other turned into concern.

He was as white as a sheet, shivering and sweating with hooded glazed over eyes as he flinched away from the bright light and coughed slightly.

Carefully Ashes asked: “You okay, Jonny?”

The chuckle Jonny let out, soon turned into a full of coughing fit. While he was hacking up a lung, he was also fighting against his stomach, which wasn’t happy with all the food Jonny had forced into it to keep everyone happy and off his back.

So when he gasped for breath, his stomach took the opportunity to force the food out of his system and he vomited all over himself.

Looking down the whole day came crashing over him, from the miserable beginning to every little thing that had gone wrong, and he started crying, just heaving sobs of despair that hurt his head, but he couldn’t stop.

Ashes and Tim had both frozen in their place when Jonny had vomited and they did not know what to do about the crying.

After a few moments of hesitation, Tim knelt down next to Jonny and gently put a hand on his shoulder as he asked: “Hey, it’s alright. Is there anything we can do?”

Jonny sagged into the touch and continued crying, before he vomited again and whimpered: “Wanna be done, want this to be over. Not icky anymore.”

With everything that had happened, this sickness had finally taken down Jonnys last defenses and all he craved was comfort, warmth and to be clean, not caring who gave it to him or the fact that they did at all.

Luckily for him, both Ashes and Tim had a strong older sibling instinct. Ashes had developed theirs in the orphanage and Tim in the trenches with the younger soldiers, so when they came face to face with the vulnerable, crying and sick Jonny who was covered in vomit, their first reaction was to take care of him.

Ashes was the strongest of the two, so they swept him up into a bridal-carry and, minding their volume around Jonny, they told Tim: “Open the doors for me.”

Tim nodded and followed after Ashes. When it became clear Ashes wasn’t heading for Jonnys bedroom, he asked: “Where are we going?”

“I have a bath in my room and I am not holding him up in the shower. Besides if it’s gotten to this point, he must’ve woken up feeling terrible, so his bed will smell.” Ashes answered.

“Won’t it be weird to bathe him.” Tim asked, a bit on the fence about Ashes plan.

“Look at him, Tim.” Ashes said as they stopped allowing Tim to take a proper look at Jonny.

He looked miserable. The vomit that was covering him was soaking into his clothes and Ashes was sure he would’ve passed out if every jostle didn’t hurt enough to make him whimper and curl into their chest, shivering slightly.

All in all he was a mess.

“We didn’t notice how sick he was. We caused this. Wouldn’t you want anyone to help you when they found you like this?” Ashes asked him.

Tim looked a bit guilty and said: “You’re right, of course you are, I know that. It just feels weird, it isn’t right that Jonny is like this.”

He had a point. Every since the beginning, Jonny had been strong. He was the first one and he knew Carmilla best, so he was usually bait or taking the blame and after she was gone, he just kept on being their support pillar. So it was really disconcerting to see him as anything, but strong.

“Yeah…” Ashes trailed off and they stood there in silence for a moment, lost in memories.

Then Jonny coughed and Ashes quickly started walking again. They could feel all the tremors that wracked through his small frame and they wanted to get him warm as soon as possible.

Reaching their chambers, Ashes bee-lined for the bathroom where they set Jonny down on the toilet, ordering Tim to keep him upright as they drew him a bath.

Jonny swayed from side to side, never truly seeing Tim, who was holding both his shoulders and gently tried to make contact with him: “Hey, Jonny. Jonny, I need you to look at me. We’re going to need to undress you in order to get you into the bath. Jonny, hey, hey, look at me, look at me, Jonny. We need to undress you, is that okay? Jonny?”

Blinking and frowning, Jonny made a small noise.

Tim asked: “Jonny? Is that a yes? Come on, just a few seconds then you can go back into your head. Just work with me, Jonny.”

They knew Jonny would probably be okay with them getting him out of the clothes, but undressing him might trigger him and they didn’t want that. They had also worked too hard on helping Jonny set boundaries for himself to just ruin that.

So despite the fact that the bath was nearly full, Tim and Ashes, who had just joined him, kept talking to Jonny until he roughly whispered: “Yeah, no clothes, okay.”

With his consent they gently peeled the disgusting clothes off of him and threw them into the corner of the bathroom. It took the both of them to make sure he didn’t fall off the toilet, but soon Jonny was completely undressed and Ashes was able to lower him into the bath.

The bath was warm, not lukewarm, but not hot either. Jonny hadn’t been running a fever just yet, only feeling cold and clammy to the touch, so Ashes had deemed it safe enough and it wouldn't necessarily be the end of the world if Jonny died.

Jonny did make a small disgruntled noise, when he was picked up again and groaned at the sudden movement, but that changed into a soft sigh when his body met the warm water and he went nearly boneless in the heat.

Ashes let him soak for a few moments, making sure he didn’t accidentally drown himself.

The creases of discontent smoothed out a bit and the shivering stopped along with the clattering teeth.

However, he kept his eyes screwed shut and small coughs still escaped him.

They were sure the headache hadn’t disappeared and the steam wasn’t helping in keeping him hydrated to chase away the pain. So they turned to Tim and said: “Grab a towel and a sweater out of my closet. Then go make him some tea with honey if we have that and grab some of his boxers.”

Glad to have something to do, to be useful, Tim didn’t protest to being ordered around and started doing as he was told.

Ashes grabbed a washcloth and gently started to wipe Jonny down, careful to keep it above the waist as they tried to rid him as much as they could of the sticky sickly feeling. When they were done with that, they cupped the back of Jonny head as they lowered him further under, to wet his hair.

Jonny was pliant and still in their hands. He melted into their touch when they started to massage shampoo into the sweaty hair. He swayed, eyes now half open as he stared straight through reality with hazy eyes.

It really was weird to see him so vulnerable, Ashes thought, before lowering him again to rinse out the shampoo. They needed to fix this, get their Jonny back.

At that point Tim returned with his arms full of fabric and a teacup in his hand, which Ashes quickly took from him before he could drop it and put it down on the counter.

“How is he?” Tim asked.

“Less cold, but still.” Ashes replied, “I think he’s feeling better and he’s at least clean, but he still out of it. I don’t know what he caught, but it really hacked into him.”

“So, what’s our next move.” Tim put the clothes down and grabbed the towel.

“I take him out of the bath and put him on the toilet again. You need to wrap him up in the towel immediately, since we don’t want him to get cold. Pat him dry and get him dressed, before we force him to drink something.” Ashes said.

Tim nodded and they set to work. Jonny whined when he was lifted from the bath, but he did not have the strength to struggle.

While Tim was drying Jonny, Ashes looked at the sweater he’d taken. It was a black one with a skeleton design on it. It was a bit dumb, but they liked it because it was soft and warm, so it had been a good choice.

Getting Jonny dressed was another struggle. In the bath he had regained enough cognitive functions to be embarrassed about needing the help and he was trying to fight them off, voicelessly protesting that he could dress himself.

His arguments fell apart on the fact that he needed Tims help to even stay seated, so Ashes just forced him into the clothes while they grumbled: “Yeah, yeah, I know. Me and Tim are the assholes for trying to help you, we should’ve just left you sitting in your own vomit.”

It was not the right thing to say.

Jonny had enough mental capacity to be embarrassed, but not enough to be able to cope with the idea of the source of comfort, which he secretly craved and didn’t want to go away, to leave. And he also wasn’t able to put together that Ashes hadn’t meant that.

His lip wobbled and silent tears started to leak out of his eyes again. Tim quickly reassured him: “Don’t cry, Jonny, please don’t cry. Ashes didn’t mean it, I swear. You’re doing good.”

Tim did not know why he had tagged the last comment on there, but he saw the way Jonnys eyes lit up with hope at the praise, so he said: “Yeah, that’s it. So well, look at you all dressed. Can you be good and drink this tea for me?”

Jonny nodded eagerly, immediately wincing at the action, before allowing Tim to hold the cup to his mouth while he drank carefully.

When he was done, Tim said: “Good job, buddy. Ashes is going to lift you now okay?”

Blinking heavily, Jonny frowned at Tim, before nodding slowly and giving Tim a dazed smile, then Ashes moved to lift him again and the movement caused the frown to return. The swooping motion made his head spin and he made a noise to signal he was about to vomit again.

Luckily Ashes caught on to it and held him above the toilet while he retched and heaved miserably as the tears started back up again.

Once he was done Ashes cradled him close and whispered: “It’s alright, Jonny. It’s over now, you’re done, it’s alright. That must have sucked, I know, but it’s alright, shhh, don’t worry.” they turned to Tim and said: “Take the bin.”

Then they walked out to their bedroom which they’d kept dark to minimize the pain, still rocking Jonny gently, until they could put him down on the bed. They gently set him down and tucked him in under the covers, before taking the bin and setting it down next to the bed as they told Jonny to use it if he had to vomit again.

When they and Tim both started to walk out of the room, wanting to give Jonny privacy to be sick in peace, they were stopped by a whine.

Looking back they saw Jonny pout in distress and when they asked him what was wrong, he croaked: “Leave me?”

“Yes, we’re giving you your peace, don’t worry, Jonny.” Tim said.

“No, no leave me.” Jonny told him fearfully.

“You want us to stay?” Tim asked, giving Ashes a look.

Jonny nodded slightly and flushed as he said: “Please?”

Unable to deny Jonny anything when he looked so young and vulnerable the two agreed and sat down on the edge of the bed. But it seemed that was not what Jonny had wanted from them, because he frowned and wiggled, although he did not dare to say anything.

Ashes caught on to it, however, and asked: “Is there something else we can do for you, Jonny?”

Jonny bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth, before shyly asking: “Hug?”

Now it was Ashes giving Tim a look. Tim shrugged and said: “What is more pirate than ignoring duties and sleeping for a bit. Beside this way you can make sure he actually gets to the bin in time.”

Making a face that said: ‘that’s fair’. Ashes followed Tims example and started to crawl up the bed to give Jonny a hug.

In the end he got sandwiched between them. Ashes near the door and bin and Tim against the wall. Jonny had gone boneless in the hug and had fallen asleep with a content smile on his face as he burrowed into Ashes chest, while Tim spooned him from behind.

They later got found by Brian, who’d been send out to look for them when they hadn’t showed up for dinner. When they explained what had happened, he just took the vomit clothes from the bathroom and told them he would check up on them later and save them some food.

It took Jonny three days of being cuddled and loved before he returned to normal, which made it even more a pain in the ass to take care of him since he was still sick, but they managed and soon Jonny was back to his bastard self.

He did thank Tim and Ashes, though, but it was never brought up again. Not even when he crawled into their beds again after a nightmare, knowing he would be safe there.