#and it feels so impossibly out of reach right now

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

(Answer this after watching Chapter 4)

I NEED an X Reader where Reader comforts Doey after he's first frozen, or maybe one where Reader literally smacks some sense into Doey after the Safe Haven blows up(and we need the refugees to escape PLEASE-)

"Oh, it's you! Is the Doctor...?"

"No. Not yet. I'm working on it." You shook your head, looking apologetically at the doughy toy that had recently become one of your allies.

Even though you were just halfway through your trip through "No Man's Land", you're relieved that you didn't have to worry about Yarnaby following you around. You could have certainly used Doey's help beforehand, but he did save you from Pianosaurus at a critical moment where you thought it was truly the end for you.

Besides that, you were used to dealing with things on your own.

You sent Huggy into a pitfall, killed Mommy Long Legs, and set Catnap and Yarnaby ablaze without really anyone's assistance.

Killing the Doctor, on the other hand, was going to be a very different challenge. He wasn't some Bigger Body with flaws you could exploit--he was cruel, calculating, and wanted to prey on your fear and reasons for coming back to this factory.

Not to mention the Prototype, who was working with the mastermind behind the experiments for reasons still unclear to you. But the "why" wasn't important to you right now--letting this place burn down is what mattered most.

Doey was rather opposed to the idea of setting explosives in the foundation, although after everything you've seen (and knowing him and Poppy have probably seen things ten times worse), you were on board with the plan.

Because what was the alternative?

Letting all these toys starve and cannibalize each other? Waiting for some other poor soul like yourself to come here and die? Allowing the Prototype to have his way?

Absolutely not.

First things first..you had to find the omni hand for your grabpack, knowing it would give you greater access to the facility's systems. Apparently the Doctor had it under lock and key, meaning you had to take him out of commission before you could reach it.

At some point in your mission, you came across Doey again, who was inspecting a pipe. You felt a little bad for disappointing him when you said the Doctor wasn't dead yet, although he must have known it was going to take you some time.

But who could blame him? Him and the others have waited years and years for an opportunity like this. For someone like you to come along and save them.

He couldn't be at fault for being so eager.

"I figured as much." He sighed, smiling at you as he turned away from the pipe. "I've been here gathering parts for the generator."

"Really? Where's all the.....oh." You stopped yourself upon seeing him holding his stomach and giggling. "Right."

"Yup! LOTS of--ah!"

Without any warning, the pipe burst open with loud hiss and began spraying a cloud of cold gas directly onto him. Upon contact with his body, he became frozen solid.

You stood there in shock for a moment, before remembering that dough didn't mix well with the cold, and you panicked as you looked for a way to stop the flow of gas.

Then you looked up to see a switch, using one of your grabpack hands to turn the handle. Fortunately that seemed to do the trick, as the cloud dissipated almost instantly, allowing Doey to thaw out rather fast.

Despite your quick actions, he seemed thoroughly shaken, his eyes wide and his yellow arm stretched out, dragging it behind him as he quickly huddled into the nearest corner of the rooms.

"Hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, HURTS!!!" He cried out, his arm morphing back into its usual shape as he tries taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

You frowned slightly and approached him, ignoring the opening doors for the moment. "Doey, are you okay?"

"N-No. He's made it impossible for me to get around here!" He snapped at you. "Traps like this are everywhere!"

His voice sounded different--with a lot more aggression to it, and so you kept your distance, feeling yourself growing tense.

You had to remember that no matter how innocent or kind these toys appeared to be...they were traumatized and obviously not of sound mind. They could turn on you at the drop of a hat.

Either that, or they're simply animals with unpredictable behaviors.

But you knew Doey wasn't some animal. He was an ally, someone you had learned to trust.

Your gut says that you seriously shouldn't, considering how trusting Mommy almost got you eaten alive, and trusting Poppy led to her redirecting the train and dragging you further into this mess.

But once you saw things from her point of view, you've come to realize that this wasn't something you could just walk away from.

How could you go on with life knowing all of this was happening beneath your feet? Especially now that she believes you were the only person who could help everyone who's suffered here--or at least whoever's left.

She put a lot of faith in you, and you couldn't let her down.

Although she definitely wanted you to hurry, you had to at least take the time to make sure Doey was okay after that trap was set off.

"It's the cold that hurts....th-the big mean Doctor knows that.." He sniffled, now sounding on the verge of tears as he hugged himself.

"And that's why I'm gonna stop him." You promised. "I'm gonna find whatever's left of that prick and destroy him. Once and for all."

"...I-I know. You can go on ahead. I'll..I'll be okay...I'll be okay..."

Despite what he says, you knew he very much wasn't okay just yet.

Then you had an idea.

"I know you will be. But first..."

The clay creature looked at you, seeing you open your arms up, the grabpack's mechanisms down at your sides. "Can I get a hug for the road, big guy?"

Doey sniffled again, at first hesitant to respond, but seeing your sweet attitude and the hope written on your face brought a smile back to his own features.

He nodded and hugged you tightly, squishing you against him and lifting you off the ground a few feet.

The smells of clay and dough were overwhelming, but they're a lot better than the other...ghastly scents you've somehow grown desensitized to.

"Of course you can, buddy!" He laughed. "You'll need it!" After a few moments, he set you down and checked to make sure he didn't leave any residue on you or your grabpack. "Thank you. That...made me feel a lot better."

"I'm glad. I feel better, too." You chuckled, adjusting the straps before making your way further into No Man's Land, praying that you'd make it to the Doctor's hideout and back to the Safe Haven alive.

They were all counting on you.

You couldn't fail.

Not after everything you've been through.

[gf2bellamy]

lipgloss — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: you leave a lipgloss mark on spencer's cheek content warnings: nothing a/n: i malfunction when i see glasses spencer

You let out an exaggerated sigh, slumping forward as you rested your chin on your hand. Across from you, Spencer sat at his desk, completely engrossed in his work, the soft scratch of his pencil against paper filling the otherwise quiet bullpen. His brows furrowed in concentration as he made notes in the margins of his case files. 

“Spencer,” you whined, drawing out his name. “Do you think Hotch would say anything if I just went home?” 

Spencer glanced up at you, his honey-brown eyes softening the way they always did whenever he looked at you.

“I think he might,” he admitted, tilting his head slightly. “But you could always say you weren’t feeling well. Technically, boredom is a form of mental fatigue.” 

You let out another sigh, this one even more dramatic. “I’m just so bored,” you groaned, dragging out the last word. 

Spencer’s lips twitched in amusement before he returned to his notes. You stared at him for a moment, then perked up as an idea struck you. 

“I’m gonna make myself a coffee,” you announced, standing up and stretching. “Do you want one?” 

Spencer shook his head with a small smile. “No, that’s okay. But thanks.” 

He picked up his pen, going right back to his work. You lingered for a second before stepping closer to his desk, your lips curling into a small, mischievous smile. With no one else in the bullpen, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

Spencer froze. His pencil slipped from his fingers, rolling across the desk. His head snapped up, his face already turning an unmistakable shade of pink. 

Your smile widened. “What?” you teased, tilting your head. 

“You—” He blinked rapidly, his blush deepening. “We’re at work.” 

“And?” You arched a brow, feigning innocence. 

Spencer opened his mouth, then shut it, clearly searching for a response. Finally, he huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head before picking up his pencil again. 

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, but the small, fond smile on his lips gave him away. 

You grinned. Mission accomplished. 

You made your way to the break room, yawning as you prepared yourself a much-needed cup of coffee. The scent of freshly brewed caffeine filled the air, and just as you reached for a mug, you heard loud voices echoing from down the hall. 

Garcia and Derek. 

As you poured your coffee, you caught snippets of their conversation—mostly Derek chuckling about something Garcia had said, followed by her dramatic gasp. They had obviously just come back from their little break.

By “little break,” they meant sneaking off to grab food somewhere without telling anyone. Classic. 

Once your cup was full, you wrapped your hands around the warm ceramic, only to immediately flinch and mutter a curse under your breath. Too hot. You blew on it a few times before deciding to just endure the heat, making your way back to the bullpen. 

The second you stepped inside, you were met with two pairs of wide, mischievous eyes locked onto you. 

“Oh my god, it is hers,” Garcia said, practically vibrating with excitement. 

You froze mid-step, raising an eyebrow. “Uh… what?” 

Your gaze flickered between them and Spencer, who was now sitting at his desk, very clearly avoiding eye contact. His ears were turning a suspicious shade of pink. 

Slowly, you walked over to your desk, setting your coffee down as you eyed them warily. Garcia and Derek were standing on either side of Spencer’s desk, arms crossed, looking like they had just cracked some kind of case. 

“Okay,” you said cautiously, dragging the word out. “Why are you all looking at me like that?” 

Silence. 

Spencer, still blushing, pretended to be very, very interested in his paperwork. Garcia and Derek, on the other hand, exchanged a knowing glance before Derek let out a low chuckle. 

“You sneaky little thing,” he teased, shaking his head. 

“What are you talking about?” You sat down slowly, still staring at them like they’d lost their minds. 

Garcia gasped dramatically. “Don’t play innocent! We know what you did.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “What—?” 

Derek smirked, arms crossed over his chest like he’d just won the lottery. “Your lip gloss.” 

You blinked. “What about my lip gloss?” 

As if on cue, your lips instinctively pressed together, feeling the slight tackiness of the gloss you’d applied earlier. Garcia let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. 

“You left a mark,” she said dramatically. “A very clear mark, right on Dr. Reid’s cheek.” 

Panic surged through you. 

Your eyes darted to Spencer, then to Garcia and Derek, then back to Spencer again. He was already looking at you, and now it all made sense��the blushing, the way he had been avoiding your gaze, and the way Garcia and Derek were practically bouncing with glee. 

Oh. Oh god. 

You leaned in slightly, taking a closer look. And there it was. A faint but unmistakable pink smudge on his cheek. 

Spencer huffed, finally speaking up. “She’s not letting me wipe it off,” he accused, nodding toward Garcia. 

Garcia gasped, placing a hand over her heart in mock offense. “Excuse you, Doctor! It’s called preserving evidence.” 

Derek chuckled. “Yeah, man. We gotta document this. It’s not every day you get physical proof that you two are—” 

“Shh!” you hissed, eyes widening as you quickly glanced around the bullpen. 

Your relationship with Spencer was still a secret, and the last thing you needed was someone overhearing this conversation. You shot both Garcia and Derek a glare, but they were absolutely thriving off of your reaction. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” Derek teased. “It’s just us.” 

You turned back to Spencer, who was looking at you expectantly, silently pleading for help. With a sigh, you grabbed a napkin from your desk, stepping closer to him. His eyes flickered to yours as you hesitated for just a second before reaching out, gently swiping at the mark on his cheek. 

His skin was warm beneath your touch. 

You tried to focus, but you could feel Garcia and Derek’s eyes burning into you. 

“There,” you murmured, inspecting his face. The lip gloss was gone, but his blush? Very much still there. 

Garcia clapped her hands together. “Awww, that was adorable.” 

Derek grinned. “Man, if y’all think you’re still fooling anyone—” 

Spencer groaned, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Can we please move on?” 

Garcia waved him off. “Fine, fine. But just know—this isn’t over.” 

She and Derek finally turned away, giggling to themselves as they walked off, no doubt already plotting their next round of teasing. 

You sighed, rubbing your temples before glancing at Spencer. He still looked flustered, but there was a small, barely-there smile on his lips. 

“You okay, genius?” you asked softly. 

He nodded, exhaling as he glanced at you. “You know they’re never gonna let this go, right?” 

You sighed dramatically, shaking your head. “Yeah. We’re doomed.” 

Spencer chuckled, and despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile too. 

Even if Garcia and Derek were onto you, at least work wasn’t boring anymore. 

[blackdykegirlblogger]

thinking abt vi and abby taking turns with u while you can do nothing but take it ^_^

abby would be situated behind you, one beefy arm wrapped firmly around your midsection as her other hand plays with your nipples, twisting and rolling the sensitive buds around and around. that would be all well and good normally, but vi also happened to be right between the apex of your thighs, spitting on your clit as two of her fingers hit all the rights inside your drooling pussy.

it wasn't like you were planning on fucking both of your extremely hot roommates tonight, but that new strain you copped from that shady freshman plug in your chem class had you acting a complete and utter fool. weed never failed to make you horny, but it was like they could smell your arousal, the subtle rubbing of your thighs as you all watched netflix on the couch maybe not as subtle as you expected.

one thing led to another thing that led to another thing that led to you on the brink of cumming on vi's tongue for the third time in a row, feeling like you were floating outside your body as your eyes crossed. your half-smoked blunt lays forgotten on the side table, with you already being too dazed and confused to even finish it. you could've sworn you weren't usually this much of a lightweight.

"you should feel how loose she is. swear you could slide a whole bottle 'n her." the vibrations from vi's words fluttering against you felt unfortunately divine, and if you were actually lucid, you would've protested the vulgar comment, kicked her or demanded she stop touching you. but instead, your cunt greedily agreed with the notion, pulsing around her digits as another river of creamy arousal oozed out of you. ever the extrovert, chatting came like a second nature to vi, even during times like this.

you barely registered abby's hand leaving your chest as it made its way to your neck, and the tight squeeze forced out a moan you didn't know you were holding. "don't take too long down there, i want my turn eventually". she was torturing you now, pressing down on your windpipe just enough for tears to approach your waterline. you feebly began to squirm, the fear of actually fucking dying and the painful arousal making it impossible to stay put.

right as you felt your vision start to fade to black, abby released her militant grip, leaving you to sputter out a few much-needed gasps of air as your back arched. she reached for the same blunt that got you in such a state to begin with, swiftly lighting it before gripping your jaw and bringing it to your lips.

you tried to shake your head the best you could, tried to make it clear that you just couldn't take anymore. but your wordless plea fell on deaf ears as you found yourself taking a deep inhale. she said....something to you, but her voice sounded so far away and your head felt so empty.

"relax, pretty. ok? let us make you feel good."

[littlelamy]

req!! reader always have a hard time sleeping and is always sleepy and rafe’s trying all the methods in the books despite humself being sleepy as hell :3

lamy's note: hope you like it!

the bedside clock glared 3:47 a.m. in bold red digits, mocking you as you laid tangled in the sheets. your eyes burned from exhaustion, yet sleep clung just out of reach like a cruel tease. every time you closed your eyes, your mind whirled—memories, worries, stray thoughts—spinning in circles that left you breathless.

rafe stirred beside you, his usual heavy, even breaths now disrupted by your tossing and turning. despite the darkness, you could feel the concern radiating from him.

“still can’t sleep?” his voice was low, gravelly from fatigue, but soft, like he didn’t want to startle you.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “no. it’s like… my brain doesn’t know how to shut up.”

rafe shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. the moonlight filtering through the curtains caught the edges of his messy hair, casting shadows on his face. “what if i read to you? isn’t that supposed to help or something?”

“you hate reading,” you pointed out, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the exhaustion.

“yeah, well, i’ll do it for you,” he said, already reaching for the book on your nightstand—one of those random novels you’d been meaning to finish for months. he flipped it open, squinting at the tiny text. “fuck, why is the font so small? what is this, a book for ants?”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “maybe this isn’t the best idea.”

“no, no, i got this,” he insisted, clearing his throat dramatically before reading aloud. his voice was monotone, the kind of flat, over-enunciated reading that made it impossible to focus on the story. still, you appreciated the effort, the way he stumbled over words but kept going anyway.

it lasted about five minutes before he groaned, slamming the book shut. “all right, new plan.”

“what now?” you asked, rolling onto your side to face him.

“heard somewhere that, like, breathing exercises help,” he said, mimicking slow, exaggerated breaths like he was leading a yoga class. “you know, in through your nose, out through your mouth. all that zen shit.”

you raised an eyebrow. “are you seriously going to sit here and make me do breathing exercises?”

“hell yeah, i am,” he replied, determined. “come on, follow me. in…” he inhaled deeply, shoulders rising dramatically, “and out.”

you tried to mimic him, but halfway through, his exaggerated exhale turned into a ridiculous wheezing noise, and you both dissolved into laughter.

“okay, that’s definitely not working,” you said, clutching your stomach as the laughter subsided.

rafe flopped back onto the bed, running a hand down his face. “shit, you’re right. i’m running out of ideas here.”

“you don’t have to do this,” you said softly, guilt tugging at your chest. “you’re tired too.”

he turned his head to look at you, his expression serious. “yeah, but it kills me seeing you like this. i just… i want to help.”

the sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten. “i know. and it means a lot.”

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet of the room settling around you like a blanket. then rafe sat up suddenly, snapping his fingers. “got it. i’m making you tea.”

“tea?” you echoed, watching as he climbed out of bed, his movements sluggish but determined. “it’s the middle of the night.”

“yeah, and tea fixes everything. ask anyone.”

you chuckled, sitting up as he disappeared into the kitchen. a few minutes later, he returned, a steaming mug in hand. “hot tea, freshly made by yours truly. careful, it’s probably hot as hell.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you said, but you took the mug anyway, the warmth seeping into your fingers. “thank you.”

he sat back down beside you, watching as you sipped cautiously. “so? does it taste like sleep?”

you smiled. “not yet. but it’s nice.”

he nodded, leaning back against the headboard. “good. because if this doesn’t work, i’m out of ideas. unless you want me to, like, sing you a lullaby or something.”

the thought of rafe singing was enough to make you laugh again, the sound soft and unguarded. “i think i’ll pass on that.”

“your loss,” he teased, but his smile was gentle, his eyes warm as he watched you.

eventually, the tea and the quiet began to work their magic. your eyelids grew heavy, your body sinking into the mattress as sleep finally crept in. rafe stayed beside you, his hand brushing lightly against yours as he whispered, “just close your eyes. i’m here.”

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[syluslnd]

Big fan here!! I'd love to read where MC is secretly writing a fic about Sylus. she accidentally left her screen open when she stepped out for a moment just to come back filled with horror seeing Sylus reading the screen. He proceeds to ask if the story was about him despite the male character being unnamed. He teases her about certain scenarios she was imagining.

Happy writing and cant wait ^^

ʚɞ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ʚɞ

You walked back into the room, carrying a cup of tea, only to freeze in the doorway.

Sylus was sitting at your desk, his intense crimson eyes scanning the screen of your laptop. His posture was relaxed but there was an undeniable air of authority and curiosity in the way he held himself.

Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze flickered to the open document on the screen.

Your fanfic.

The one you’d been writing about him.

You hadn’t saved it properly and now it was sitting there in all its unpolished glory, an embarrassing reminder of the fantasies and scenarios you’d been daydreaming about and now, sylus—was reading it.

Oh no.

You tried to compose yourself but the horror in your eyes was probably impossible to hide. Sylus smirked, sensing your presence before even hearing you approach. Without looking away from the screen, he teased “Interesting read, sweetie.”

Your heart raced as you quickly walked over, trying to act casual, though your cheeks were already burning. “w-what are you doing?”

Sylus finally looked up, his eyes gleaming with a teasing light and you saw that smirk spread across his lips, dangerously amused.

“I didn’t realize you had such… vivid imagination” he purred, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. “I would have never guessed you fantasized about me like this.”

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even respond. The words you’d written about him, for him were too intimate. Too personal.

You cursed yourself.

“Don’t look so embarrassed sweetheart “ Sylus continued, his voice smooth and taunting. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You didn’t even have to mention my name for me to know the story was about me. The details give it away, darling.”

Your gaze snapped up to meet his and he was still smirking, clearly enjoying the fact that he had caught you in this vulnerable moment.

You took a step toward him, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up your neck. “I didn’t—”

He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath catch in your throat. “You didn’t think I’d notice? No, darling” he said, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Its almost like you wanted me to read this and now, I think we need to have a little chat about the fantasies you’ve written about me.”

You took a small step back, your pulse pounding. “What—what do you mean?”

Sylus didn’t answer at first. He just closed the distance between you and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the control he exuded in every step. You were completely aware of how much power he had in that moment.

“Let me remind you what you’ve written” he started, his voice low and steady, dripping with dominance. “Pinned down. Helpless. Trapped by my Evol, unable to move. Teased, edged with until you can’t even speak… sounds pretty familiar, doesn’t it?”

Your stomach dropped as he came closer, each word from his lips like a sensation moving through you. The way he said it was mockingly soft, as though he was enjoying the power he had over you at this very moment.

You tried to hold your ground but you couldn’t help the way your heart raced. His presence was suffocating, and there was nowhere to run. You were entirely at his mercy.

“You know, darling” Sylus continued, stepping closer still until he was right in front of you, his voice low and silky, “It’s interesting to think that you’ve imagined me using my Evol to pin you down like that. To tease you. To make you beg for more.”

His hand reached up, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek. The light touch sent a shiver through your body, and you could feel the heat in your face intensifying.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked again, his voice an almost dangerous whisper now. “Did you think I wouldn’t realize just how much you enjoy the idea of being controlled by me?”

Your breath caught in your throat as Sylus stepped even closer, leaning down slightly, his lips brushing just above your ear. “You wrote about me using my Evol, darling. You wrote about how I’d fuck you until you couldn’t even think straight,until you were nothing but my human toilet,well I’m not just going to stand here and talk about it.”

Your body froze, realizing what was about to happen.

With a soft click of his tongue, Sylus snapped his fingers and just like that, his Evol was in control your body shifted to the bed all four of your limbs spread across the bed frames ,your body was locked in place unable to move as if his very presence had anchored you to the floor.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” His voice was playful, but there was something darker lurking beneath the surface. “You wrote all of this. Now, I think it’s time you experienced it for yourself.”

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak and every part of you screamed at the sheer dominance in the air. Sylus wasn’t just reading your fanfic anymore he was turning it into reality.

and you have no choice but to take it.

“You think you can just write about it and escape the consequences?” Sylus chuckled darkly, as his Evol continued to keep you in place. “I do enjoy a good story but now it’s my turn to write the next chapter.”

Your eyes widened but Sylus only smirked, knowing exactly how to push your limits. “Let’s see how well you handle it.”

and just like that, you realized you were now his story to control.

[revelboo]

I'm in love with Metroplex because of you 🫵. This man, I just can't...Thank you for your work! It's all beautiful. It really made me happy in a difficult moment 💗

I’m glad my writing could help! Metroplex has been a fun storyline to write, though I was really intimidated by the request when I first got it. Had no idea how to make it work

I Can Feel You Pt 18

Metroplex x Reader

• “Little city speaker.” There’s a weight against you and you sleepily look up at the familiar pulse of his spark high above you. Imagining that it’s the same rhythm as your heartbeat as impossible as that is. One drone’s head is laying on your belly, the other two at your sides, arms draped across you like warm, living weighted blankets. And you have no idea which one he’s speaking through, unable to tear your eyes from his spark. From that mesmerizing light and warmth.

• “Is that an official title?” One of the Autobots had joking called you that once. And you’ve felt purposeless for so long among the Autobots. Too little to help anyone, only getting in the way. But you’d helped Metroplex. Want to continue to help him, to be his voice since he’s still reluctant to talk to anyone else even through his drones.

• “A Titan needs his city speaker,” he replies, reaching with Six Gun’s hand to cup your cheek. “His voice.” Doesn’t want anyone else to fill that role, only you. And it lets him keep you close. Keep you safe. Isn’t sure how much you know about Cybertronians. Has anyone explained about their sparks to you? About spark bonds? Doubts it, but isn’t sure how to broach the subject. How to ask even more of you than you’ve already given him. It seems so greedy, but he can’t stop thinking of it. Wondering if you’d accept all of him. “I need you.”

• Heart warming at words, you feel Scamper shift against you. Resting his chin on you and looking up your body. It’s a funny feeling knowing this is him. All three drones Metroplex. And that you’re inside him at the same time. Feeling the words you want to say right there on the tip of your tongue and your own uncertainty holding you back. Know that he cares for you, but also that he’s ancient. That your life is probably a blink to him and that fills you with an aching sorrow. Because that must be so lonely. Hound has once told you that Metroplex was the last surviving Titan. That’s what makes you want to say it. To make sure he knows. “I love you.”

• For a moment he loses the connection to his drones, so startled by your words. Because it’s what he’d wanted, but hadn’t dared hope for. Knows everything about him must be so strange and unsettling to you, but you’ve stayed by him all along. Kept reaching out and trying to help him again and again. And those words mean everything to him. Wrapping all three drones around you, holding you the only way he can. “I love you, too, little one.” Wants to bond you so badly, but doesn’t want to rush you. You have time now to get to know each other, though he already knows you so well.

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[leeeedith]

SEVENTEEN reaction to their S/O being embarrassed over a compliment

S.Coups 🍒

"You look really cute today." S.Coups watches you immediately blush and start fidgeting with your hands, clearly flustered. He smiles softly, enjoying the sight. "Aww, why are you getting shy? It's true!" He leans in, brushing your hair out of your face, and teasingly adds, "You're always cute, though."

Jeonghan 😇

When you get all bashful after his compliment, Jeonghan can't help but chuckle. "You're too cute when you're shy." He reaches over to gently ruffle your hair, then gives you a playful wink. "Don't hide your face. You know I think you're gorgeous, right?" He loves teasing you a little, but you can tell there's affection behind his words.

Joshua 🐰

Joshua is quick to notice you looking down after his compliment. e lightly nudges you and says, "You're so cute when you blush." His voice is soft, making you know he's sincere. He takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He gives you an encouraging smile, hoping to make you feel more comfortable.

Jun 🐱

Jun sees you flustered and instantly brusts into a playful laugh. "Are you seriously blushing? I can't believe I'm making you so shy!" He teases you, but it's all in good fun. "You should get used to compliments, you're going to hear a lot more from me!" He leans in close and embrace you into a hug.

Hoshi 🐯

Hoshi absolutely LOVES seeing you flustered. He can't stop smiling as he watches you turn a deep shade of red. "You're so adorable!" He jokes, "I think I need to compliment you more often just to see that face!" He then dramatically places his hand over his heart like he's in a movie. "But seriously, I can't stop telling you how beautiful you are!" He might even take a little victory dance after seeing you so embarrassed.

Wonwoo 🦊

Wonwoo notices immediately when you start blushing after his compliment, and he gives you this soft, knowing smile. He's not one to express his feelings loudly, but when he sees you shy away, he gets a little more affectionate. "You're cute when you get all flustered," he says, his voice low and calming. He reaches over to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin softly. "You know I mean it, right? You're always beautiful." He might not show it much, but he’s always sincere, and the way his eyes look at you when he says it makes your heart skip a beat.

Woozi 🍚

Woozi isn't the type to make a huge deal out of compliments, but seeing you blush is enough to make him smile a little more than usual. "Why are you getting all shy?" he asks, his tone soft but teasing. He pulls you closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "You know I mean it, right? You look great." He doesn't usually show it, but he's definitely a little proud of himself for making you flustered.

DK 🍕

DK just can't stop laughing when he sees you blush. He's so charming, his smile is contagious, and the more embarrassed you get, the more he wants to shower you with compliments. "I didn't know I had this effect on you!" He says with a wink. "But you’re beautiful. I’ll never stop saying it." You can’t help but laugh at how energetic he gets, and his genuine affection for you is impossible to deny.

Mingyu 🐶

Mingyu might act all smooth at first with his compliment, but when he sees you start blushing, he instantly gets more playful. "I can’t believe I made you shy like that. I thought you'd be used to it by now." He teases, nudging you in the side with his elbow. Then, he gets all serious, looking at you with soft eyes. "You're beautiful. Always." He leans in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, and his smile is more genuine than ever.

The8 🐸

Minghao notices the way you shy away from his compliment, and he immediately finds it adorable. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed," he says with a gentle laugh. He takes your hand, his thumb rubbing over your skin as he looks at you lovingly. "You deserve all the compliments in the world. Don’t hide from them." He adds, a soft smile on his face as he leans in for a quick kiss.

Seungkwan 🍊

Seungkwan is in full 'protective friend' mode as soon as he sees you getting embarrassed. "Why are you blushing? You should be used to these compliments by now!" He gently teases you. "I'm not just saying it because I’m nice, you really do look amazing." He adds, making sure you feel reassured. He even says, "Next time, just smile and say 'thank you,' okay?"

Vernon 🐢

Vernon tries to stay cool and casual with his compliments, but when he sees you turning red, he can't hold back a teasing grin. "You look adorable right now." He chuckles. "I thought I was the shy one, but look at you!" He leans in to whisper in your ear, "It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed. You're perfect."

Dino 🦖

Dino is all giggles when you start blushing. He's all sweet and innocent, not realizing how much he's affecting you with his compliments. "Why are you acting shy? I'm just telling the truth!" He laughs and nudges you, then gives you a big, cheesy grin. "You should hear it more often. You’re so pretty." And he's not even joking—he thinks you’re perfect, and he loves to make you smile.

[spvcekittie]

cw. descriptions of blood, smut, vampire feeding

pairing. vampire!jinx / reader

the languid draw of jinx’s hips draws a husky whine from you, back arching into her touch. the points of her teeth send a hot, piercing type of pain zipping through your body. it melts down into the very tips of your fingers, feeling on fire as they grasp and mold to her looming figure.

her own hands are greedy in their exploration, one finding your ass to feel how the flesh gives way, grasping between spindly fingers as her other guides your head down.

her other hand sits between your head and the ground, acting as an aid to the throb that persists in your skull. you can feel each pulse, each suckle as her lips press impossibly close to your skin.

she’s so close you swore if she got any closer you might merge and become one.

you want to become one with her, you want to suffocate and drown in her affection; the rock of her hips, the soft huffs and sighs rasped from her full mouth enough to spur you on, enough to encourage the curve of your spine, the parting of your lips.

when she finally pulls away her lips are coated in blood — your blood. it drips down her chin, soaking her once purified shirt a deep crimson. it feels like an act of possession, and she revels in feeling it soak wet through her shirt, onto her chest and below.

her lips are on yours before the thought is finished, and she’s curling her fingers inside you, searching for the spot that’ll have you crying out beneath her. you taste something wet and coppery — what you can only assume to be your blood — when she kisses you, tongue swiping over your own.

she’s uncharacteristically delicate with how she kisses you, like she’s savouring something sweet in her mouth, trying to make the most of it before it’s gone.

it makes you feel special, makes you raise your shaky arms to enclose her in your personal bubble.

your hips roll into her touch, and you hiss into her mouth. despite the blur of your vision, despite the way her face morphs into the blue hues of the moonlight, you find yourself feeling more alive than you’ve ever felt. you feel electric.

“please,” she rasps, scissoring her fingers in just the right way. she’s fucking herself on her own fingers now, growing desperate.

the collective, wet sounds from your sopping cunt drown out any other thought that clouded your mind prior, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a pang of embarrassment at how desperate you are.

by the time you’re coming, she’s reaching her peak too; hips bucking wildly over her fingers as her eyes blow shut, jaw gaping in ecstasy. her heavy breaths, the shaky rise and fall of her chest is all you can focus on — you feel hypnotised, drunk on her affection.

you exist for her.

finally, she falls, letting your head fall with her. your cheek meets the mud, and you smile through bloodied teeth at your saviour for giving you life.

A.N this is inspired off of @/the3am_’s vampire jinx au on twitter! something small while i work on bigger stuff^

( divider creds to @omi-resources )

[bambisnc]

          . . swimming through the cherry sky

° ˖ ➴ “forget whatever you think you knew. vampires exist.”

### . STARRING ⌢ n.rk ⋆ suggestive? + 1.3k // unedited + roommate trope + blood drinking ˖ ✧

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you've had your suspicions for a while now. the irregular, conspicuous late nights. the stains that eerily resemble dried blood and something else you can’t quite name but feel in your bones. an instinct that something was odd.

but bless your heart, you just can't bring yourself to actually accuse your roommate, nishimura riki, of anything.

besides, what would you have even said, anyway? 

"hey, roommate! what a wonderful day it is today, huh? the weather sure is … happening! by the way, if i may ask, is there any chance that you might be a bloodthirsty, monstrous creature? just curious haha!"

yeah. that wouldn't work. obviously.

not that you had the ability to even stay in the same room as him long enough to put together a few coherent words. but merely the air around him was enough to have shivers running down your spine. and yet, the worst part of it all? 

he’s never actually tried anything to cause harm to you. never once warranted your fears. which only makes you feel like you’re losing your damn mind.

so you do the only thing you can do. watch from a distance; observe. bide your time and keep trying to piece things together while ensuring to stay as far away as you possibly can. which, considering you live together, is pretty much next to impossible.

and then, after months of feeling like the tension would just about eat you alive, something finally happens. 

it had been a relatively slow day. your roommate had kept to himself as usual, doing nothing out of the ordinary. nothing you could consider hard proof, that is. 

having decided on an early night for yourself, you were in bed, adorned with comfortable night clothes. that was when you’d heard it. 

a dull thump! 

followed up, as if on cue, by a low, guttural groan. the pain in the raspy noise was clear enough to make your stomach twist. against your better judgement, curse you for being soft-hearted, you leave the comfort the safety of your room and towards the adjacent hallway. the door in front of you was slightly ajar, ink like shadows spilling out.

and then you see him.

hunched over, collapsed by the edge of his bed, barely able to hold himself up. riki looks too pale – ashen, almost, like all the warmth has been drained from his body. his breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps. he looks like he’s seconds from death’s door.

your entrance wasn’t as quiet as you’d meant for it to be however. he lifts his head, with a considerable amount of exertion, letting his gaze – dark, unreadable – meet yours. when he speaks, it’s hushed. completely unlike the usual confident drawl he uses otherwise. 

“it’s dangerous for you to be in here when i’m like this.”

“what-” you swallow down all the questions bubbling inside your throat. “... are you okay?..”

sure, this was probably the only opportunity you’d have with him this vulnerable but, you can’t bring yourself to take advantage of his weakened state. you venture a little closer to him, to properly be able to appraise his condition, despite your entire being begging you not to.

barely being able to hear his answer, you lean closer still to be able to pick up on the yet again hesitant, reluctant mumble, “i … haven’t fed in a while.”

your heart goes cold. you can all but feel the blood rushing into your ears as you struggle to process what riki just said. obviously, he doesn’t mean that in the literal sense. right?

but before you can even reach a conclusion, decide whether or not to let your flight instinct take control and rush out of here, call someone, anyone for help — with a fluid motion, you find your positions completely switched.

your back meets the hard edge of the bed with a jolt. he kneels in front of you now, towering. his frame eclipses yours, one arm braced on the bed, the other steadying himself on the floor. you can tell he isn’t even putting much effort, but he’s able to cage you in without even trying. no longer can you delude yourself into thinking you have any semblance of control over the situation. 

there’s no mistaking it. not with that look in his eyes, the pupils fast dilating – were they always tinged that slight shade of … red? there can be no more excuses, no more pretending that you’re just being paranoid. because this … 

… this is real.

“this isn’t happening. it can’t be.” you whisper, as if saying it out loud will manifest it into existence. as if it’ll wake you up from whatever bad fever dream this is.

he looks almost amused, for a second. lips twitching as if he finds your denial to be funny. 

and then he’s leaning in closer, closer until … something sharp grazes against your delicate neck. your breath hitches sharply at the sensation. 

“forget whatever you think you knew.” his voice is steadier than it was earlier. more certain, more sure of itself. “vampires exist.” ...

where riki’s lips ghost over your neck, his touch is featherlight but somehow still constricting. he tilts your head slightly, movements agonizingly slow exposing it even more to himself.

“can i?..” his voice is strained, as he grits out the words but you appreciate the warning. 

even if it might not be of any actual meaning, “do i have a choice?”

“not really, no. i’m sorry.” 

and then, a sharp, electric sting as his fangs pierce your skin.

the pain flashes for only a moment, though, before a haze-like dizziness takes its place. sinking into your bones, making your limbs go weaker than they felt before.

his free hand shifts from the floor – after he gains some semblance of his former strength, you assume – and he wraps an arm around your waist, fingers digging into the skin as if it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the living world. it’s a strange sensation, to say the least. the action is rhythmic, if nothing else. 

only when a soft, barely audible gasp escapes you does he pull away, fangs retracting. 

his tongue licks against the open wound in what you would only later discover was supposed to be a means to soothe. before you even realize it, you’re reaching for him, clutching onto his shirt, albeit rather weakly in some sort of attempt of grounding yourself.

you don’t know what to say about it. you don’t even know how to feel.

but what you do know is that he’s still looking at you. eyes dark, lips stained red with your blood, chest rising and falling like he’s just barely holding himself together. 

looking at him like this, it’s clear as day that he needs more. the struggle, the desperation, the way he seems to be at war with himself. 

so you do what any good roommate would do, the words leaving you before you can second guess your decision. you offer yourself to him. 

“take what you need.”

his expression flickers. hesitation, shock, relief, aching. “you don’t have to—” he sounds like he wants to refuse, like he knows he should refuse. 

but when you tilt your head back slightly, just enough for the previous mark to be visible, you practically hear his resolve crack.

riki presses in close again, with more an ease this time and as the alien sensation you’re growing more and more familiar to takes over, you exhale a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“you.. fuck.” his voice is muffled between slow, languid sucks – unhurried, this time. more deliberate. “you’re a terrible roommate.” 

you huff out as best as you can, in your (slightly lightheaded) condition “hah... why is that?”  a pause. his thumb swipes over the place his lips had been seconds earlier, as if reassuring himself of your pulse. “because this means i owe you.”

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[wroetominter]

Three Peaks - George Clarke

Warnings: none, some swearing

Thank you for the request! I have some serious writers block right now so bear with as the time between posts may be a little longer. I appreciate you!

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"I don't know how I got roped into this one" I adjusted the microphone I was securing to Chris' t-shirt. He chuckled, patting my shoulder as I finished.

"Well, there aren't many of you fit enough to actually climb three mountains so it was quite the easy choice." Chris said. I sighed, shaking my head. Mentally slapping myself for telling Chris casually that I enjoyed a good hike.

Chris had the thought for a video that honestly, I couldn't even make fun of. It was a really well thought out idea. A group of his friends and crew tackling the three peaks challenge. Which is essentially just climbing three mountains in 24 hours. Seems damn near impossible, especially considering the group he had.

I had been part of Chris' camera crew for almost a year now, and I felt like I had really found a good group of friends in this job. Outside of filming I had been hanging out with Chris and his core group frequently. Many nights spent out at different pubs, or simply hanging out at their flat.

"Let's get going shall we?" Chris began to lead the group. I stuck towards the middle, filming the boys who had taken the lead.

Reev, Chris, and George led the pack as we began the ascent to the top of our first mountain.

"I can already tell this is going to be fucking awful." I heard from behind me. I turned my head to see Arthur Hill beginning the days complaints.

"George you owe me a tenner!" Television shouted from beside him.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"I placed a bet that Hill would be the first to complain." Television explained. I threw my head back laughing, panning the camera to catch Hills reaction. He deadpanned and just stared at the camera.

"Don't worry Arthur, I'm not looking forward to this either."

Each boy had been given their own special challenge for the video, and I was really enjoying watching Reev attempt to put rocks in the boys shoes.

"What's your challenge?" I asked Chris as I caught up to him.

"I need to get someone to believe a fake fact about each mountain." He whispered to the camera.

"That feels alarmingly easy considering the group we're with." I said. He agreed and told me he was already scheming up his first lie to tell Arthur.

We had been climbing for close to two hours by this point, and we were nearing the peak.

"Enjoying yourself love?" George asked me as he took a seat on the rock next to me.

"It's not nearly as bad as I expected it to be, I'll be honest." I snacked on the apple slices I packed, offering one out to George.

We sat in a comfortable silence, watching the others as they bantered back and forth with each other.

I sat and admired George as he laughed, not being able to help myself from laughing along. He had an infectious laugh. Chris caught me staring at George and raised an eyebrow at me. He was the only one of the group who knew I had somewhat of a crush on George. I had unfortunately admitted it to him accidentally after one drink too many during a pub crawl.

We had all gotten up again to keep our pace going up the mountain. The terrain upwards wasn't too bad. The most annoying part by far was having to continue to film while simultaneously making sure I didn't fall down.

"I never thought this would end!" Arthur Hill screamed as we reached the peak.

"I'm sure you're used to hearing that in bed." Harry joked with him patting him on the back.

We all shared a laugh and took in the nice view. It wasn't long before we realized that 'huh, guess we just go down now' and begin to descend the mountain.

I trailed behind Chris and ArthurTV, catching some of their conversation as Chris tried to convince Arthur that some celebrity had been the first person to complete this challenge. I had to actively hold in a giggle as I knew Chris was having him on with his challenge.

During my distracted state, I felt myself slide to the side as my foot hit a loose rock that sent me falling down. Instinctively deciding to protect my camera, I took the full brunt of the fall to my hip and legs.

"Shit, are you alright?" George asked jogging to catch up to me.

Catching my breath after scaring myself with the fall, I nodded towards him. I turned my camera off and stuck it in its carrying bag beside me, examining my ankle.

It was fairly scraped up, and was slightly throbbing. Nothing that felt it would be too crazy but painful nonetheless.

A few of the others called out to see if I was okay. I gave them a thumbs up.

"I'll stay with her and help her down, you guys can go ahead we'll just be a few minutes." George called back to them.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me, grazing his fingertips over my ankle to assess.

"Not a ton, I think I was more shocked by the fall than anything. I'll be fine George, thank you for staying behind with me." I smiled at him, noting his features contorted with uncertainty at my words.

He stood up, holding his hands out for me to help me up. I happily grabbed them and put pressure on my ankle, feeling a tinge of pain but it was bearable.

I stood upright, George still holding onto my hands to make sure I was steady. He never took his eyes off of mine, scanning my face for any sign of pain.

"I'm good George, I promise." He smiled at me, squeezing my hands.

"I think it's time to reveal my challenge to you." His words took me by surprise as I had no idea where this topic had come from.

He let go of my hands, fishing around in his pocket and pulling out a cue card similar to the other boys. He unfolded it and turned it towards me.

In small, easily recognizable handwriting I read off 'tell Y/n you have feelings for her you dumb twat'. Chris. Of course Chris would write that.

I looked back up to him, his face flushed from either embarrassment or anxiety, I couldn't tell.

"I assume what's written there is true?" I asked George, looking to him for confirmation. He nodded, sliding the paper back into his pocket.

We both stood there a little awkwardly for a moment, neither of us being particularly good at the whole admitting feelings thing.

"Your feelings are mutual." I said, cutting the silence. His eyes widened at me, a smile breaking on his features.

He put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer for a hug.

"How about we talk more about this over dinner once we’re done with the next two mountains?” He propositioned.

I groaned, “I forgot we still have two fucking mountains to go.” He laughed as I pouted.

He slid his hand up to my cheek, bringing his face closer to mine and connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss.

“This should give you something to look forward to” he said as he pulled away. It was my turn for my cheeks to turn pink. Despite how tired and sweaty we already were, he still looked absolutely perfect.

“I suppose I can make it through as long as you promise not to let me fall again.” He laughed.

“I’ll do my best.”

We walked downwards, eventually catching up with the others who had stopped for a water break.

“Finally you two made it! Began to think you two were shacking up up there!” ArthurTV exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at him, laughing.

“Not quite shacking up, but my challenge is complete.” George bragged, Chris’ head shot towards us at these words.

“No way.” He said, looking to me for confirmation.

“Yes way” I replied, George put his arm over my shoulder once again and we watched as the mental cogs turned in the other boys heads.

“Oh my god he finally got the balls to tell her!” Arthur Hill screamed, jumping around like a fangirl.

I looked to George who just shook his head in embarrassment. “Did everyone know except me?” I asked only loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

I knew then that the next two mountains would likely be sex jokes and embarrassing stories, and I was weirdly looking forward to it.

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 37/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap, ANGST

Word Count: 5654

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts and anxieties, you didn’t even hear the sound of the key turning in the front door. The soft click of the lock opening barely registered as you stared blankly at the nearly untouched bowl of oats in front of you, your mind spinning with questions you weren’t ready to face.

It wasn’t until the sound of the door closing reached your ears that you snapped out of it. Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up just as Jensen stepped into the kitchen. The sight of him took your breath away—but not in the way it usually did.

He looked utterly drained, his shoulders slumped and his face shadowed with exhaustion. His hair was disheveled, and his green eyes, usually so full of warmth, were dull and tired. It wasn’t just physical exhaustion; you could see the emotional weight pressing down on him. This was a man who hadn’t been sleeping, who had been carrying the weight of the last few weeks as heavily as you had, if not more.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, his gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the tension in the room almost unbearable. His lips parted as if to say something, but then he hesitated, his eyes flicking over your face, as if trying to gauge your mood.

“Hey”, he said softly, his voice raspy, like he hadn’t used it in hours.

Your throat felt tight, and you struggled to find words, your emotions caught somewhere between anger, relief, and something else you couldn’t quite name. “You look…”, you started, but the words caught in your throat. You shook your head, finally settling on, “You look tired”.

Jensen let out a soft, humorless laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I am tired”, he admitted, his voice low. “But I’m here”.

He took a cautious step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m here to fix this. To fix us”.

You looked down at your hands resting on the table, your fingers twisting together nervously. Tears gathered in your eyes, blurring your vision as you fought to keep them from spilling over. Despite everything, seeing Jensen here, looking so broken and vulnerable, made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Jensen stepped closer, his boots softly scuffing against the floor as he stopped just in front of you. He didn’t speak right away, and you didn’t look up, the silence stretching between you. Finally, he let out a slow, shaky breath and crouched down beside you, his hand resting gently on your knee.

“Baby”, he whispered, his voice soft but edged with pain. “Talk to me”.

You shook your head, biting your lip as the first tear escaped and slid down your cheek. “I don’t even know what to say”, you admitted, your voice trembling. “I don’t know where to start”.

Jensen’s grip on your knee tightened slightly, a silent reassurance. “Start anywhere”, he said gently. “I’ll listen. Whatever it is, I’ll listen”.

You took a shaky breath, your fingers clenching in your lap as the weight of the past weeks pressed down on you. “I feel like everything’s falling apart”, you finally whispered, your voice barely audible. “I feel like… like I’m losing you, Jensen. And I don’t know how to stop it”.

His other hand came up to gently cup your cheek, tilting your face so you were forced to meet his eyes. They were glassy with emotion, and seeing him so raw only made the tears fall faster.

“You’re not losing me”, he said firmly, his voice breaking slightly. “You couldn’t lose me if you tried. I know I’ve been a mess, and I’ve let you down, but I swear to you, I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere until I fixed this".

The silence between you was heavy but not suffocating. Jensen stayed crouched beside you, his thumb brushing lightly over your knee in a rhythm that felt grounding. His eyes stayed locked on yours, full of quiet determination and a lingering sadness.

“I know that picture hurt you”, he began, his voice soft but steady. “And I need you to know… it’s not what it looked like. Not even close”.

You didn’t respond right away, your gaze flickering down to where his hand rested on your knee. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling as if he was bracing himself.

“It was… right before Christmas”, he explained, his voice tinged with guilt. “I was exhausted. The kids were finally asleep, and I just needed a minute to breathe. So, I went out to the hot tub. I was by myself, eyes closed, just… trying to decompress”.

Jensen paused, his jaw tightening as he looked away for a moment. “Then Danneel showed up. I didn’t know she was going to be there, and she—”. He hesitated, his voice growing rougher. “She got in. Naked”.

Your breath caught, but you didn’t pull away. His grip on your knee tightened slightly, like he was afraid you might.

“She said she wanted to talk, that she wanted to make amends”, Jensen continued, his green eyes locking back onto yours. “But before I could say anything, she moved closer. Got on my lap. I swear to you, baby, I pushed her off the second she did it. I told her it wasn’t okay, and I got out. I left. But she… she must’ve taken that picture before I even realized what was happening”.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. The pain in his voice was undeniable, the regret palpable.

“She planned it”, he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “I know she did. She wanted to ruin this, to mess with us, and I let it happen. I wasn’t careful enough. I should’ve known better, and now you’re paying for it”.

Your tears slipped silently down your cheeks as you processed his words. The anger and hurt still simmered inside you, but his honesty was breaking through the wall you’d built.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, you asked finally, your voice trembling. “Why didn’t you call me right after it happened?”.

Jensen’s heart ached as he looked up at you, his face etched with guilt and pain. Seeing the tears streaking down your cheeks, hearing the tremble in your voice—it cut deeper than anything he’d ever experienced. He gently tightened his grip on your knee, his thumb still moving in soft circles, as though trying to reassure you without words.

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you”, he said finally, his voice breaking slightly. “I didn’t know how to tell you something so… so stupid without it sounding worse than it was. I thought if I ignored it, if I didn’t bring it up, it would just go away. But that was selfish. I should’ve told you the second it happened”.

Your eyes locked onto his, searching for any sign of deception, but all you saw was raw, unfiltered remorse. His green eyes shimmered, and his jaw tightened as though he was struggling to keep himself together.

“You’ve been through enough because of me”, he continued, his voice low and steady. “And I hate that. I hate that I’ve made you feel like this. I never wanted to be the reason you doubted yourself—or us”.

You wiped at your tears with the back of your hand, your throat tightening as his words sank in. “Jensen”, you said softly, your voice trembling, “I just… I don’t know how to move past this. I don’t know how to feel okay when I see things like that”.

Jensen sighed heavily, standing up from his crouched position. He brushed a hand hard over his face, his fingers dragging down in frustration before one hand dropped to his hip. He turned away slightly, running his other hand through his hair as he paced a few steps. His shoulders were tense, his movements restless. When he finally turned back to you, his expression was one of sheer desperation.

“I don’t know what else to say to make this right”, he admitted, his voice rough and weary. “I’ve told you everything. I’ve been honest. I’ve owned up to how I handled this wrong, but I… I don’t know how to fix it if you won’t let me”.

His words hung in the air, raw and filled with a pain that mirrored your own. He took a shaky breath, his hand dropping to his side as he stepped closer again. “I know I’ve made mistakes, and I know I’ve given you reasons to doubt me. But I swear to you, I’ve never lied about loving you. Not once”.

You looked down at your hands, unable to meet his eyes as tears continued to slip down your cheeks. His words hit somewhere deep inside you, but the ache in your chest felt immovable, the weight of everything too much to sort through in the moment.

Jensen’s voice softened, his frustration ebbing as he knelt back down in front of you, bringing himself to your level again. “I know I’ve hurt you”, he said quietly, his hands resting gently on your thighs, not to trap you but to ground you. “And I know this isn’t something I can just fix overnight. But please—don’t shut me out. I can’t lose you. Not like this”.

You let out a shaky breath, your tears slipping faster now. His words broke through the anger and confusion, exposing the rawness you’d been trying to hide. “I don’t want to shut you out, Jensen”, you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I feel like I don’t even know where we stand anymore”.

His face twisted in pain, his fingers tightening slightly against your legs. “We stand together”, he said firmly, his voice resolute despite the break in it. “We’ve been through so much already, and I know this… this thing with Danneel—it’s a mess. But it’s not us. It doesn’t define us”.

You finally looked up at him, your red, tear-streaked eyes meeting his. His green eyes were glassy with emotion, his brows furrowed deeply as if he could will you to understand his sincerity.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen”, he whispered, his voice cracking. “And I know saying that doesn’t make it better. But I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. That’s the only thing I know for certain right now”.

His confession sent a fresh wave of emotion crashing over you, but instead of pulling away, you leaned forward slightly, your hands trembling as they hovered near his. “I want to believe you”, you whispered, your voice so soft it was almost lost in the quiet room. “I really do”.

Jensen didn’t hesitate. He brought your hands into his, his grip strong but tender as if he was holding on to his last lifeline.

Jensen's grip on your hands tightened slightly, his green eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Then just do it, (Y/N)”, he mumbled, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions. “Why the hell would I have bought this house for us if I didn’t want you by my side? Just you. No one else”.

His words came out in a rush, the desperation clear in his tone. He was baring everything, leaving no room for doubt in his feelings. “I didn’t buy this house for some temporary thing. I didn’t plan a life with you because I was unsure. I’m here because I want you—only you”.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, and you shook your head, overwhelmed by the raw honesty in his voice. “Jensen… I want to believe you. I do. But everything has just been so—so much”.

“I know”, he whispered, his voice softening but still carrying that edge of urgency. “I know it’s been a mess, and I know I’ve made it harder than it should be. But please, baby, don’t let that take this away from us. I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything”.

His thumbs brushed over your hands, grounding you as he continued. “If I didn’t want you, if I didn’t see you as my future, I would’ve walked away a long time ago. But I didn’t, and I won’t. I’ve fought for this—for us—because you mean everything to me. Don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on us”.

You closed your eyes, his words wrapping around you like a fragile safety net. “Jensen, I’m scared”, you admitted, your voice trembling. “I’m scared of trusting this, of trusting you, and getting hurt”.

His jaw tightened, and he leaned forward, his forehead pressing lightly against yours. “I get it”, he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “But if you’re willing to try, I swear I’ll do everything to prove to you that you’re safe with me. That this is real”.

Silence hung in the room, thick with unspoken emotions. Finally, you opened your eyes, meeting his once again. “Okay”, you whispered, your voice barely audible but carrying the weight of your decision. “I’ll try”.

A flicker of relief passed over Jensen’s face, his hands squeezing yours gently. “That’s all I need”, he said softly. “Just a chance”.

You nodded, the tears still slipping down your cheeks but the wall you’d built around your heart beginning to crack, just enough to let him in. For the first time in weeks, it felt like you could breathe again.

Jensen cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing away the lingering tears on your cheek as his other hand rested securely over yours. His touch was warm, grounding you in the moment as he leaned in closer. His green eyes softened, filled with a vulnerability you rarely saw but knew was always there, waiting for you.

“I love you”, he whispered, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of a promise. “Just you. Only you”.

You felt a lump rise in your throat at his words, his sincerity hitting you with a force that left you breathless. He pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours, his fingers lightly cradling the back of your neck.

“I swear to you”, Jensen continued, his voice barely above a whisper but resolute, “there’s no one else. There never could be. You’re it for me”.

The intensity of his gaze and the conviction in his words unraveled the last of the walls you’d put up. Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from pain or fear. They were from the overwhelming warmth of knowing that despite everything, despite the chaos and missteps, he was still here—fighting for you.

Your forehead fell against Jensen’s chest, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against your skin as his arms wrapped securely around you. You didn’t say a word—you couldn’t. The emotions coursing through you were too overwhelming, too tangled to put into coherent thoughts. Instead, you let yourself melt into him, his steady heartbeat beneath your ear grounding you in a way nothing else could.

Jensen held you tightly, his chin resting lightly on top of your head as he whispered, “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything right now. Just… let me hold you”.

His hands moved gently, one rubbing small circles on your back while the other stayed firm against your waist, anchoring you to him. The steady rhythm of his breath against your hair calmed the storm inside you, bit by bit.

Minutes passed in silence, the only sounds in the room the faint rustling of his shirt as you clung to him and the occasional hitch in your breath as you fought to steady yourself. He didn’t rush you, didn’t press for more. He simply stayed there, his presence warm and constant, giving you the space you needed.

Finally, you took a deep, shaky breath, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as if letting go wasn’t an option. “I don’t want to lose this”, you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. “I don’t want to lose us”.

Jensen tightened his hold, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You won’t”, he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination. “I promise you, you won’t. We’re going to figure this out. Together”.

You nodded against him, still unable to say more, but in that moment, his embrace and his words felt like enough to keep the pieces of your heart from breaking further.

The two of you remained quiet for what felt like an eternity, the stillness filled with the weight of everything left unsaid. You stayed tucked against Jensen’s chest, his arms holding you securely, but your mind raced with doubts and questions that refused to quiet down. Finally, unable to keep it in any longer, you broke the silence with a quiet, trembling voice.

“Did you cheat on Danneel?”, you asked, the words barely audible but heavy with the fear and uncertainty that had been gnawing at you. “When your marriage wasn’t already falling apart?”.

Jensen stiffened slightly, his arms around you loosening just enough to create space for him to pull back and look at you. His face was conflicted, his green eyes clouded with a mix of guilt and hesitation. He let out a deep sigh, running a hand down his face as if trying to gather his thoughts.

“It’s not… it’s not that simple”, he said finally, his voice low and rough. “Our marriage… it wasn’t easy. From the start, it wasn’t what it should’ve been”.

You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy but searching his face for the truth. “What do you mean?”, you pressed, needing him to explain.

Jensen hesitated, his jaw clenching as he grappled with the words. “I didn’t want to marry her”, he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. “I loved her, but not the way you’re supposed to love someone you want to spend your life with. It was… I don’t know. I was young, and everyone—my dad, my friends—they all thought it was the right thing to do. They pressured me, and I let them. I was drunk as hell on our wedding day because it was the only way I could get through it”.

The confession hit you like a blow, but Jensen wasn’t done. He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration with himself evident.

Jensen’s voice grew heavier as he continued, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the memories he was dragging into the light. “It wasn’t long after we got married that things started to go downhill. We were barely a few months in when the cracks started showing. She cheated first”, he admitted, his words quiet but bitter. “I found out about it, and instead of confronting her or trying to work through it, I…”. He paused, exhaling sharply as if the next words physically pained him. “I followed her lead”.

Your breath hitched, your chest tightening as his confession settled over you like a storm cloud. He looked at you, his green eyes pleading, but the shame in them was unmistakable.

“It was easier than dealing with what was really wrong between us”, he continued, his voice low and raw. “We both knew we weren’t happy, but we didn’t want to admit it. So we found distractions—little flings, short-term things that made us feel something. It wasn’t constant, but it was enough to make everything worse”.

“Little flings?”, you repeated, your voice trembling as the weight of his words sank in. “You mean… there were more than one?”.

Jensen nodded slowly, his jaw tightening. “Yeah”, he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And there were times it wasn’t so little. There was one… it went on for a while. We didn’t love each other, but it felt like an escape. And Danneel—she had her own things too. It was toxic, both of us running away from what was broken instead of facing it”.

You pulled away slightly, needing space to process what he was saying. Your hands trembled as you held onto the edge of the table, your heart aching with a mix of sadness, anger, and confusion.

“So you were both just… cheating the whole time?”, you asked, your voice breaking.

“Not the whole time”, Jensen said quickly, his voice desperate. “There were moments when we tried to make it work, when we really tried to be what we thought we were supposed to be. But it never lasted. We were just… wrong for each other, right from the start”.

You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks as you struggled to make sense of it all.

You stood abruptly from the chair, Jensen’s hands falling away from your knees as you stepped back. The space between you felt impossibly wide despite the small room. Your mind raced, and the ache in your chest deepened as you swiped at your tears with the back of your hand.

“I don’t…”, you began, but the words caught in your throat. You looked away, your gaze darting to the floor, the walls—anywhere but him. “I don’t even know what to say to that”.

Jensen remained crouched, his hands hanging limply between his knees. He looked up at you with a mixture of guilt and helplessness, his jaw clenching as he struggled to find the right words.

“You don’t have to say anything”, he said softly, his voice barely audible. “I just… I needed to be honest with you”.

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of his confession bearing down on you like a crushing tide. “Why tell me now?”, you asked, your voice trembling. “Why not… before? Why wait until everything is already falling apart?”.

He ran a hand through his hair, his shoulders sagging under the strain of his emotions. “Because you never asked”, he admitted, his voice raw. “And I was scared. Scared of what you’d think of me. Scared of losing you. I thought I could leave it all in the past, but then… that picture. Danneel. It all came back up”.

You nodded slowly, your mind a tangled mess of emotions. You wanted to be angry, to scream at him for the choices he’d made and the pain he’d caused. But you also saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the weight of his regret. It softened something in you, though it didn’t erase the hurt.

“I need some air”, you said finally, your voice strained. Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked toward the door, your steps hurried as if you could outrun the turmoil swirling inside you.

Jensen didn’t stop you, though you felt his eyes on your back as you left the room. As the door clicked shut behind you, you exhaled deeply, leaning against the wall in the hallway. The silence was deafening, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if you were about to scream or collapse into tears again.

All you knew was that you needed space—space to think, to breathe, and to figure out where to go from here.

You had been gone for hours, wandering aimlessly through the city, trying to make sense of everything Jensen had told you. The cold air nipped at your skin, but you barely noticed it, your thoughts too tangled to focus on anything else. By the time you finally returned home, the sun was beginning to set, casting the house in a soft golden glow.

The sound of the door opening drew Jensen’s attention from where he sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together tightly. He had showered since you left, his hair damp and slightly disheveled, his face drawn and tired. He stood as you stepped inside, his gaze searching yours for any sign of how you were feeling.

“Hey”, he said softly, his voice tentative as though he was afraid to push too hard.

You gave him a small nod, setting your bag down by the door but not moving closer. The air between you was thick with tension, the weight of everything that had been said and left unsaid pressing down on both of you.

Jensen gestured toward the couch, his expression earnest. “Will you sit with me?”, he asked, his voice gentle but filled with longing.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, walking slowly into the living room and lowering yourself onto the couch. Jensen sat beside you, careful to keep a bit of space between you as though afraid to crowd you.

Neither of you spoke for a long time, the silence stretching out until it felt almost unbearable.

The silence was heavy, pressing down on both of you like a weight neither could lift. Jensen's hands fidgeted in his lap, his fingers occasionally clenching as though fighting the urge to reach for you. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, almost hesitant.

“Do you believe me?”, he asked, his eyes fixed on the floor before shifting to meet yours. “About the picture. That it was staged, that it wasn’t what it looked like”.

You stayed quiet for a moment, your fingers intertwining in your lap as you tried to organize your thoughts. His words from earlier echoed in your mind, along with the raw emotion in his voice when he explained what had happened. You wanted to believe him—you really did—but the hurt and doubt still lingered like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

“I don’t know”, you said finally, your voice trembling. “I want to believe you, Jensen. But… it’s hard. Everything about this has been hard”.

Jensen’s shoulders slumped slightly, the pain in your words cutting through him like a knife. “I get it”, he murmured, his voice thick. “I know I’ve given you reasons to doubt me. But I swear to you, what I told you—it’s the truth. Danneel set that up to hurt us. To hurt you. I didn’t let her get to me, and I’m not going to let her come between us now”.

You looked at him then, really looked at him, and saw the exhaustion etched into his face. He looked older somehow, more worn down, like the weight of everything was finally catching up to him. His green eyes were earnest, pleading, and it was impossible to miss the sheer desperation in his expression.

You bit your lip, your eyes stinging with tears that you fought to hold back. “I… t’s not just the picture, Jensen”, you said, your voice breaking slightly. “It’s everything. The distance, the lack of communication, feeling like I’m the only one holding on while you’re out there…”.

Jensen reached for your hand, his grip firm but gentle as he looked into your eyes. “You’re not the only one holding on”, he said, his voice steady despite the emotion in it. “I’m holding on too. I just didn’t show it the way I should have. But I’m here now, and I’m not letting go”.

His words settled in the air between you, the silence returning but feeling slightly less suffocating. You didn’t pull your hand away, but you didn’t squeeze back either. The tension was still there, but so was the faint glimmer of something that might, just might, be hope.

Jensen broke the silence once more, his voice low and uncertain, almost like he was confessing something he wasn’t proud of. “I know I’m not good at reaching out when I’m on set”, he mumbled, his gaze dropping to your hands. “I get into this… bubble. I’m so focused on the work—making sure I do a good job, keeping everything together—it’s like nothing else exists for a while”.

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily as his shoulders slumped. “It’s how I’ve always been. With Danneel, it didn’t matter how often I came home or called or texted. She didn’t care. It was easier to just stay in my own world, you know? But with you…”.

Jensen trailed off, his voice catching for a moment before he looked back up at you, his green eyes filled with a quiet determination. “If you need me to do more, I will. I’ll call, I’ll text, I’ll—hell, I’ll FaceTime you during every break if that’s what it takes. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not a priority, because you are. You’re the priority”.

His words hung in the air, his vulnerability raw and unguarded. It was clear that admitting this wasn’t easy for him, and yet he was putting it all out there for you.

“I know I’ve let you down”, Jensen continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “But I’m telling you now—I’ll do better. You just have to tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. Whatever it takes to make you feel like you’re not in this alone”.

You stared at him, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. Part of you wanted to believe him, to lean into the comfort of his promises. But the lingering hurt and uncertainty kept you grounded, unable to fully let go of your doubts.

“I don’t want to have to tell you to care, Jensen”, you said softly, your voice trembling. “I just… I want to feel like you do, without me having to ask for it”.

His face fell slightly at your words, the guilt in his expression deepening. “I do care”, he said quietly, his voice breaking. “I’ve just been so used to… not having to show it. I didn’t realize how much it mattered to you, how much it mattered to me, until now”.

You didn’t pull away this time when his thumb brushed over your knuckles. His grip tightened slightly, as though trying to anchor you both in the moment.

“I’m not perfect”, Jensen admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I love you, and I’m going to prove that I’m worth holding on to”.

Jensen’s voice softened, barely more than a whisper, as he shifted closer to you. His hand never left yours, his thumb still brushing lightly over your knuckles as he spoke.

“You’re the reason I finally got free from Danneel”, he admitted, his words raw and unfiltered. “I wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you. I would’ve just kept going, pretending like it didn’t matter, like I wasn’t suffocating”.

He paused, swallowing hard as he searched your face for any flicker of understanding. “But then you came into my life, and suddenly… everything was different. You made me want more, made me see that I could have more. That I deserved more”.

Jensen let out a shaky breath, his green eyes shimmering with emotion as he continued. “I wouldn’t have moved back to Austin, wouldn’t have bought the house, wouldn’t have taken that leap if you weren’t my future. I’ve built all of this with you in mind, and I can’t imagine it without you”.

His hand moved to cup your cheek, his touch gentle but firm as he tilted your face toward his. “You’re it for me”, he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And I’ll spend every day proving it to you if that’s what it takes”.

Tears welled in your eyes again, the sincerity in his words wrapping around your heart and pulling you closer to the edge of forgiveness. Jensen leaned forward, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “Please don’t give up on us. I’ll do whatever it takes, but I need you with me”.

The quiet plea in his voice broke down the last of your defenses, leaving you trembling with the weight of his love and your own fears. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, letting the moment wrap around you like a fragile truce.

But even as his words soothed the ache in your chest, the lingering uncertainty about the future—and the secret you carried—remained.

You stared down at your trembling hands, your throat tightening as the weight of what you were about to say consumed you. The words felt heavy, almost too much to bear, but you knew they had to be spoken.

“I… I think… I think I’m pregnant”, you whispered, your voice barely audible, like saying it louder would make it more real.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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[woso-story]

Sick Day

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Mila

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the bedroom walls in warm hues. Mapi lay on her side, her head heavy with sleep and her body still exhausted. Beside her, Ingrid was curled up under the covers, her breathing soft but uneven. The house was unusually silent, as though holding its breath for what the day might bring.

Mapi stared at her wife, her chest tightening with a mix of tenderness and disbelief. Years ago, if someone had told her she’d be here—married, a mother, and sharing her life with someone as remarkable as Ingrid—she would have laughed. The idea seemed impossible back then, like a dream too far-fetched to even consider. She had been so focused on football, on carving out her place in the world, that she didn’t think she had room for this kind of love.

But now? Now she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a soft cough. She turned her attention to Ingrid, whose eyes fluttered open briefly as she brought a hand to her mouth. The cough rattled in her chest, and Mapi immediately reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, handing it to her.

“Gracias,” Ingrid murmured, her voice scratchy and faint. She took a few sips before sinking back into the pillows, her pale face marked by a faint flush.

Mapi frowned, leaning closer. Ingrid’s eyes were heavy-lidded, her skin slightly clammy. It didn’t take long for Mapi to realize that her wife wasn’t just tired—she was sick.

“Are you feeling okay?” Mapi asked softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Ingrid’s forehead.

Ingrid gave a weak smile. “Just a cold, I think. I’ll be fine.”

Before Mapi could press further, the door creaked open, and a tiny figure appeared in the doorway. Mila, their four-year-old daughter, stood there clutching her stuffed lion, her face flushed and her eyes glassy.

“Mami,” Mila said in a small voice, her lower lip trembling.

Mapi’s heart sank. “Oh, no, not you too,” she murmured, sliding out of bed to scoop Mila up into her arms. The little girl leaned into her, her small body radiating heat.

“What’s wrong, princesa?” Mapi asked, her voice full of concern.

Mila sniffled, burying her face in Mapi’s shoulder. “I don’t feel good,” she mumbled.

Mapi kissed the top of her daughter’s head, her mind already racing. Both her girls, sick at the same time—it was going to be a long day. She carried Mila over to the bed and gently settled her between herself and Ingrid.

Ingrid, despite her own fatigue, opened her arms, and Mila immediately curled into her. “Poor thing,” Ingrid murmured, kissing Mila’s forehead.

“Both of you stay here,” Mapi said, pulling the blankets up around them. “I’ll be right back.”

She left the room quietly, heading to the kitchen. The house felt eerily still without Mila’s usual chatter or the soft hum of Ingrid moving about. Bagheera padded into the kitchen, her green eyes watching Mapi expectantly.

“Morning, Bagheera,” Mapi said, bending down to fill the cat’s bowl. Bagheera rubbed against her leg before diving into her breakfast.

Mapi quickly gathered what she needed—a tray of fruit, some toast, medicine, and a fresh glass of water. She balanced everything carefully as she headed back to the bedroom. Bagheera followed, her tail swishing behind her.

When Mapi entered the room, she found Mila half-asleep in Ingrid’s arms, her tiny fingers clutching her lion tightly. Bagheera leapt onto the bed and settled beside Mila, curling up protectively.

“Breakfast,” Mapi announced softly, setting the tray on the bedside table.

Both Ingrid and Mila groaned at the sight of the medicine, but Mapi gave them a look that left no room for argument. “Medicine first,” she said firmly. “Then you can eat.”

Once the medicine was down, the girls nibbled on the fruit and toast before falling asleep again, their matching expressions of exhaustion tugging at Mapi’s heart. She tucked the blankets around them, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads before slipping out of the room.

The rest of the morning passed quietly. Mapi busied herself with small tasks around the house—folding laundry, washing dishes, and tidying up the living room. Every so often, she peeked into the bedroom to check on her girls, smiling softly at the sight of them curled up together with Bagheera nearby.

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By mid-afternoon, Mapi found herself on the couch with her sketchpad. She had been working on new tattoo ideas for weeks, but between training and family life, there was little time to focus. Today, though, the quiet house gave her the space she needed. She was deep in concentration when a small voice broke through her thoughts.

“Mami.”

Mapi looked up to see Mila standing in front of her, clutching her lion. The little girl’s cheeks were still pink, but her eyes were brighter, and her steps were steadier.

“Hey, princesa,” Mapi said, setting her sketchpad aside. “How are you feeling?”

Mila climbed onto Mapi’s lap without answering, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. “Better,” she murmured.

Mapi wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her close. “That’s good, cariño. Let’s not push it, though, okay?”

Mila nodded, her small fingers playing with the edge of Mapi’s shirt. They sat like that for a while, the quiet hum of the house wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

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As evening fell, Mapi carried Mila to her room, tucking her into bed with her lion and Bagheera for company. “If you need anything, you come to the big bed, okay?” Mapi said, brushing Mila’s hair back from her face.

“Okay, Mami,” Mila murmured, her eyelids already drooping.

Satisfied, Mapi returned to the bedroom, where Ingrid was awake, propped up on pillows. She looked better—her cheeks had more color, and her eyes were clearer.

“How are you feeling?” Mapi asked as she climbed into bed beside her.

“Much better,” Ingrid replied, her voice still soft but steadier. She reached over to take Mapi’s hand, her thumb brushing gently over her knuckles. “Thank you for today. You’ve been amazing.”

Mapi shrugged, though her cheeks flushed at the praise. “I just want my girls to be okay.”

Ingrid smiled, leaning over to kiss Mapi’s shoulder. “You take such good care of us. We’re lucky to have you.”

Mapi felt her chest tighten with emotion. She squeezed Ingrid’s hand, her voice soft as she replied, “I’m the lucky one.”

As they settled under the covers, the weight of the day began to fade. Mapi’s heart swelled with gratitude—for her family, for their love, and for the quiet moments like this that made everything worthwhile.

Tomorrow, the sun would rise on a new day, and her girls would feel even better. For now, she drifted off to sleep with Ingrid’s hand in hers, the sound of Mila’s soft breathing from the next room a comforting reminder of the life she had built and the love she cherished.

[thefeedingfarm]

The fattening of @thickerthanbl00d:

This case was an example of a story that everyone has heard before. A professional soccer player gets injured on the field and can’t play sports anymore, so they decide to give up on their body and gain a few pounds. This resulted in a fat, gluttonous food whore that was starving to take the next step.

This story is about what happens after that. After they become addicted to gaining. After they absolutely HAD to become a blob.

In dire need of this conclusion, this guest contacted us, requesting “everything we can shove down their throat and all the domestication and dumbification therapy at our disposal”

We happily accepted, seeing someone like this as a challenge that we have to conquer.

Arriving at our facility, we immediately began the process.

Upon reaching their very own seclusion chamber, they were met with a table stacked high with a banquet. Steaks, piles of French fries, a few tiered cakes, fried fish, lobsters with bowls of butter for dipping (or drinking), and of course rolls with even more butter.

We planned to introduce a looping audio throughout the enclosure, pushing her to eat more and ensuring her that she had to become fatter.

Before we could even start she began to dig in, avoiding any plates or utensils, and instead grabbing as much food with her hands as possible and shoveling it down her gullet. Ripping at the steak like a wild animal and drinking the butter like it was quenching her thirst.

Her belly grew and grew, pushing into, then up on top of the table, her stomach groaning and bubbling, crying for her to stop.

But she didn’t.

After just two hours, every crumb was gone, and she just sat there picking her teeth with the carcass of a tbone steak.

Knowing she had to be close to breaking, we pushed on.

Carrying a gallon of melted ice cream and a funnel over to her, she just smiled, leaned back, and opened her gaping maw. Of course we obliged her, inserting the funnel into her mouth and pouring. There was no pause, just a continuous stream of warm, thick paste filling every crevice left inside her until it was all gone. Finally removing the funnel, she let out a heavy sigh and her hands flew to her impossibly stuffed belly. She could barely breathe and had tears running down her face.

We had found her breaking point. She was the most natural feedee we had seen, and we had to take advantage.

As she fell into a food coma, we began with the subliminal messages. So quiet you could barely hear them, but when she closed her eyes it was all she could hear and think. As she slept, a tube was slipped down her nose and into her stomach. From this point on, weight gain shake would constantly pump into her.

Next came the medications. Dronabinal to prevent nausea and the feeling of being full, Dexamethasone to ensure faster weight gain, and Mirtazipine to keep her happy, dazed, and even more excited to gain.

Finally the hormones. HGH to keep her growing as fast as a beef cow, Grehlin to make her constantly hungry, cortisol to increase fat retention, and of course estrogen to give her some real curves.

Now all we had to do was feed her.

She awoke the next afternoon in a confused state, everything felt off and nothing was right, but as soon as she smelled her breakfast everything clicked into place.

She began to beg and cry like a toddler, wanting nothing but to be turned into an immobile object that we could just shovel food into. As a tester, we placed a stack of French toast in front of her. In less than a minute the plate was licked clean, and she didn’t even use her hands.

Volunteer after volunteer brought food to her on platters and in buckets, and for over 20 hours she just ate and ate at an inhuman pace. We could tell that it hurt, that her throat and stomach burned from all the fat, and that she was barely getting enough oxygen between bites. Her body was streaked with very fresh, wide stretch marks that honestly scared us a little bit.

But the entire time, she smiled.

Thanks to the HGH and estrogen, her fat udders began to leak milk down her belly and onto the floor. We saw this as a waste, so we put pumps on her nipples to gather the milk and funnel it back into her.

At this point, the subliminal messaging had reached so deep into her core that she was always mind shatteringly horny, sopping wet from her aching vagina down to her chubby knees. Unfortunately she was too busy stuffing herself to solve this, so a vibrator was taped to her clit and a 10 inch dildo on a piston installed to fuck her as she ate.

The volunteers began to get tired, so a conveyor belt was installed that just dumped food straight onto the floor Into a pile for her to slop through like a pig.

For days this continued until after only a few weeks, she had become the perfect porcine princess.

Her days were just hours and hours of eating and cumming, then 12 hour food comas over and over again. Her mobility was destroyed and she was past the point of no return. Her brain had been broken. She was basically just a very obedient, pampered pet, hence why there are no quotes from her in this retelling of events.

To this day, this specimen continues to be constantly stuffed full and fattened until one day her body just gives up. Currently, she sits around 800 pounds, but we truly don’t know because of how fast she’s gaining. She’s honestly never conscious for more than an hour, and just constantly slurps from a feeding tube down her throat.

So, If this experience sounds exciting to you (and considering you’ve read the whole thing, it definitely does) please contact us so we can begin the process of bringing out your inner piggy!

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Twenty Five)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Twenty Five: Y/N has been in the UK with Cillian for a few days as he continues the final leg of filming. She's supportive, but her symptoms persist and she's keen to find out why. When Cillian gives her an inch of an attitude, she offers him twice the impact back - and shakes him entirely. [Adult themes]

@meadowshelby @strangeions @lavender-haze-01 @watermeezer @cherry-cilly @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme

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Four days into your ’tour’ with Cillian in the UK, and you're miserable. Nausea and fatigue follow you daily, and when you do find respite from the constant feeling you might throw up, it is only because you do, in fact, throw up. You don't know what it is that Cillian has said to Steven and Tom Harper, but being invited to actually stay around the set on the first day in Wales feels like you've been allowed to step through the looking glass. While Cillian is almost constantly busy, alongside Packy, you do love that you've been allowed to park up a chair, with a heater, and can watch him from afar whilst listening to Tom and Steven - who flits in and out - as they film. The cool air is soothing enough that your nausea is kept at a minimum, but you've reached your limit in just accepting it. Having to be quiet but needing to occupy yourself, you tap into Google with a laundry list of complaints.

Nausea, vomiting, fatigue, light period, frequent peeing, migraines.

Your heart quickens when you're immediately greeted with multiple options all giving the same answer. Pregnancy. You smirk, then shake your head, then laugh quietly to yourself and swipe the page away. No way. Not a chance. No. Not even possible! Not a single condom has split, and you've not been without one for weeks and weeks. It's impossible - and your previous test had been very clearly negative. You tell yourself to stop stressing the impossible, but it stays firmly there in your mind. Surely it's just women's issues, you consider; fibroids, or PCOS, or perimenopausal symptoms, maybe. You know that can go on for years. But it sits there - in your head and as a pit in your stomach - and you try to work mentally forwards from the occasions around your birthday to figure if there has even been a single slip up in your safety. You hold your phone tightly between both hands and focus ahead, able to see Cillian in his full Tommy get-up, and wonder when they're going to call lunch. Then it dawns on your like a sickening wave - after the Dublin premiere, he'd finished on you and you hadn't exactly moved quickly to clean up. Okay, so he hadn't ejaculated into you, but you aren't so stupid that you don't know how sperm works. Fuck. …could it be? Could you be?!

Right at that moment, a break is called, and you rise from your seat as Cillian, looking very cold, begins walking towards you with Packy a couple of steps behind. You swallow it all down and smile as he grins at you, and you open your arms out as he approaches. When he openly hugs you tightly and gives you a soft kiss, you're actually surprised. He's Tommy right now, but he sees you and that makes you feel important. “Your face is freezing!” You laugh awkwardly as he pushes his cheek against yours whilst hugging you tightly again. “Stand here - Tom gave me a heater.” You pull him back towards the camp chair you'd been perched on. He does as he's told, not that you've stopped dragging him to allow him to protest, and he smiles as the low blower warms his ankles and calves.

“Will we get some lunch?” He says, nodding off into the distance. You can hear a slight edge go his accent, where Tommy still remains, and you both love it and loathe it entirely. You smile past Cillian as Packy comes up beside him and delights in the warmth of the heater.

“Hiya,” you welcome him. “Come on, it's a tad warmer here!” You laugh as he shakes off his cold body before the blower.

“Jeez, it's fucking Baltic.” Packy shakes his head. “Are y'alright, Y/N? Listening in there to Tom, are ya?” He laughs.

You smirk, “I wish! I don't understand half of what he's saying.”

“C'mon,” Cillian jerks his head, “Tea and food,” he insists with a spark of a mood on his face, and you feel bad when you realise he'd asked you a question just as Packy came over, and you'd unintentionally left him ignored.

“Sorry, love,” you apologise quickly, and place your hand onto his chest, over the thick material of his coat. “Yeah, okay.” You smile as you nod, “Coming?” You check with Packy.

“Ah, g'on ahead, I'll see you in a minute.” He says, before walking away from you both and over towards Tom.

“I'm sorry, Cill,” you apologise again, “I didn't mean to not answer. I didn't want to ignore Packy either.” He sort of rolls his eyes, raising his eyebrows at the same time, and he places his arm around your back as you both begin to walk. You're not sure if he's just full of Tommy, or if you've really dented him with your accidental ignorance. Whatever it is, you definitely don't feel like mentioning what Google seems to think is going on with you, nor that it might well be right thanks to his own actions that fatefully tipsy evening - he definitely wouldn't find it amusing right now. But your anxiety can't stick the not knowing with his mood, and your nerves are already shot. You bite, unfortunately. “Cill, don't be arsey with me, please.” You say as he sort of pushes you towards the catering truck.

“I'm not arsey,” he draws back his head and pulls a face at your comment, before glancing around as you both cross a paved section of pathway. “I'm just…it's work, Y/N, alright. I'm just focusing on work. Don't be taking things to fucking heart.” He's snappy and it makes your stomach sink a little, he sounds bothered by your presence even with his arm around you - even though he'd come over to you happily, smiling, and hugged and kissed you openly. He was pissed that you'd ignored him, but you can't work out if it's Cillian that's pissed at you - or fucking Tommy.

“Is there any need to be so sharp?” You challenge, and shrug yourself out of his arm. You come to a stop a couple of feet before the catering truck and the growling sigh he emits behind you makes you feel more annoyed by his reaction. You're edgy already and he's just making it worse. You're aware you're probably feeding this yourself, but it won't go away.

“Is there any fucking need for attitude?” He matches your piqued anger. “I'm fucking working,” he tries to whisper through gritted teeth. “I asked you a question and you didn't answer me, you apologised because it wasn't intentional. So what the fuck is all this about?” He holds his arms out at his sides. Tommy's twang is gone from his voice and replaced, instead, by a slowly thickening Cork accent. “Sure you're the one dragging this into something.”

“Because you're being an arsey prick, Cillian!” You raise your voice higher. It doesn't occur to you that everyone in the truck, through the open door, can hear every word and shift in your tones to one another. All you're focused on is how he's made you feel even worse. Somewhere in your mind you know you're probably making things worse for both of you, but your lid is off and it's not going back on.

“I'm working, Y/N!” He raises his voice so high you actually startle - you're not afraid of him, but you're surprised he's doing this so openly. “And if ye are going to make this fucking difficult, then you're as well going back to the fucking hotel!”

You fold your arms across your chest and stare back at him with your face set in a deep frown. “I apologised, Cillian. I didn't mean to not answer you. You're rolling your eyes and pulling faces like I didn't apologise or like I did it on purpose. I'm fucking sorry, okay? But you're the one being unreasonable here. Okay, I could have just shut up but why? Because Cillian almighty doesn't want me to speak?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He snaps loudly again, his accent thick and words singing. “This is my job, Y/N. I'm busy, I've to focus, be fucking professional… I have to focus. I'm sorry if that isn't something you can fucking deal with.” He kicks his foot into the gravel beneath his feet. “Fuck sake, what are we fucking doing this for? It's ridiculous.”

You drop your arms back down at your sides and push your hands into the pockets of your coat. “I'll go,” you say in a falsely calm voice. “Being here was a stupid idea.” You sniff. “And just so you know, I'm going to go and buy a pregnancy test.” you add, loudly. You turn your back and inside you're dying that then words have left your lips at all. Fuck! Fuck! He's going to be fucking fuming. Why did you do it? He's working, you stupid woman!

“Hey! Oi, Y/N what the fuck. Stop, for fucks sake..” You hear his feet on the gravel behind you, quick to catch your storming steps, and his hand grabs your elbow and whips you around to him. “What the fuck?” He doesn't remove his hand, but with his other hand he drags his cap from his head. “This isn't the fucking place,” he hisses.

“Get off,” you warn him.

He glances around quickly, aware you're not alone at all, and raises both eyebrows as he looks back at you. He sounds softer, calmer, maybe even worried when he speaks again. “Y/N…you don't…? How?” he sighs and shakes his head. “Are you being serious?”

You bite your bottom lip momentarily then nod your head as you let it go. “The feeling sick, I'm exhausted, I'm peeing every ten minutes…” you shrug.

“But…” he shakes his head again. He looks terrified.

“If I am,” you say and take a sharp breath, “I think it was after the Small Things premiere, when we got back home.” You shrug your shoulders. “You were three sheets to the wind, and you eat me out. Then you decorated my outers…” you say crudely. “If I am pregnant, then your little swimmers…swam. We didn't exactly rush to ensure they couldn't.”

You watch it dawn on him, slowly but surely, and his face goes pale while he shakes his head slowly. “Fuck!” He whispers. He lets go of your arms and paces on the spot for a moment. “Fuck.” He turns back to you.

“I'm sorry…” you mumble, like it's all your fault, like you did this alone.

“Stay.” He says quietly, and moves to stand directly before you. He cups his right hand against your cheek. “Stay here; we'll get a test on the way home later and…” he sighs. “Whatever happens, remember? I mean …fuck, but-but… Jesus Christ. Y/N, you're not doing it alone.”

You frown slightly, “It's just peeing on a stick, Cill.”

“I don't care.” He shakes his head. He moves his thumb across your cheek. “I'm sorry.” he sighs heavily again. “You really think…?”

Feeling a sudden wave of shock, your eyes begin to feel warm as tears swell. “Yeah, I do.” Your chin quivers. “I'm sorry, I know we…”

He shushes you softly, and his thumb pad swipes the tears that drift down towards his hand on your chin. “No, no,” he whispers. He removes his hand from your face but pulls you close to hold you against him. His arms wrap tightly around you and you burrow into the prop coat. “Don't say sorry.” He continues to whisper. He shushes softly again, his right hand moves up and down your back lovingly.

“Everyone must have heard,” you sniffle against him. You don't know what he thinks of that - you can't see his face - but he continues to whisper his gentle shushing sounds into your ear. There's a relief of some kind that is starting to come over you, but it doesn't outweigh the ever-present anxiety that grows bigger for what comes next. “I'm sorry, I don't know why I kept pecking at you,” you say and lift your head. He slowly loosens his arms and then stands before you, with his right hand resting on your bicep. “I know it matters to you, being a certain person on your jobs, I'm sorry if I've made you look bad.”

He shakes his head, “It's okay. It's fine.”

“None of this is fine, is it?” You scoff. “You don't want this.” you gesture towards your abdomen.

“Y/N, stop.” He cuts you off. “How many times do I have to say it? Whatever happens.”

“Yeah, love, I know. But you didn't mean a baby. I know you didn't. You know you didn't.” You shake your head.

“Stop,” he says firmly. “Please.” He looks like he might cry for a moment. “Y/N, we'll deal with what comes. Okay? I told you before, it isn't that I don't want a baby - it's that I don't want things becoming something else. But if that test is positive then… then we're having a fucking baby.”

“You look petrified.” You say, shaking your head.

“I fucking am!” He smirks, “Jesus Christ, I am fucking scared. But I told you I'd never see you go through what you went through before. Yeah, I'm scared of all the stuff that can change too. I'm so fucking scared.” He moves his hand from your arm to your waist, and slowly moves around to your stomach. “But if there's a wee you and me in there…” he blows a deep breath from puffed cheeks noisily. He shakes his head and you know he doesn't know what he's thinking, or feeling. “Please stay,” he says, dropping his hand. “Come with me now, we'll get a cup of tea and we'll probably have to bow our heads in shame for giving out in front of everyone.” He holds out his hand to you, waiting for you to hold tight and walk with him. You reach out and lace your fingers in his, and walk with him slowly. You know there's so much more to say, but he has to work. He has to focus, he has to do his job. Right now, sadly, you know that you're second in line. It won't be like that soon, but right now it is.

[minhosglasses]

I've got you - B.C

plot: after an argument with your mother ends in the worst situation for you, you now need to recover in rehabilitation. your new personal trainer chan doesn't only become your motivation to be able to walk again, but also a friend or maybe even lover for life.

pairing: bangchan x gn reader

genre: personal trainer x client, angst, fluff, comfort

warnings: car crash, injury scars, psychological abusive parents

word count: 4.9k

a/n: i got inspired by an old lee know imagine I read years ago on wattpad, if you're that person then let me know bc the inspo is obv to you♡

“Yeah mom I'm in my car right now” the car door flies open as you try to keep everything in your hands without dropping any of it. 

When finally seated in the car you throw your bag in the passenger seat and start driving before buckling up, there was no time for that. You were already late and your mother's faint but also loud voice on the other side of the phone was not helping this stress. Every time you hear your mother on the other line repeating that you should've left earlier and respect your family more, you could only feel the wish of not reaching the destination grow more and more. 

“Mom, I understand I will be there soon. I'm leaving my parking lot as we speak” you could barely hear what her answer was before you hear more chatter in the background get louder and louder. You knew you'd be the talk of it all once you got there. They'd keep on asking questions about how you don't have a better job yet, no partner that could help you, no partner that YOU can benefit from. For them it's just a good job to get money or a good partner that brings in even more money.

At this point you weren't even listening to your mother anymore. The closer you get to the gathering the more the anxiety grows inside of you. Why today of all days? They could've picked any other day but right now you're in the middle of finding a new job. If that information somehow comes out you'd never see the light of day. 

You keep on driving and at this point your mother is so lost in her own rumbling that she doesn’t realise you stopped listening way past 10 minutes ago. You wanted to hit that mute button so badly or just end the call but when the phone is laying on the passenger seat and you’re on the highway it was impossible to take your eyes off the road. 

“Are you even hearing me right now?!” you hear coming from your phone. 

“Yes mom I’m hearing you perfectly” you finally pull up by a red light and take this chance to take your phone and end the call. You look around and your surroundings seems to be fine and you reach over for the phone. Your mother is still screaming and you suddenly force yourself to interrupt her. “Well mom I’m gonna go now, you know I’m arriving in an hour”

You see the light go green and you panic since you still have your phone in your hand right now. You say goodbye loudly over the phone as your mother still has stuff to say, you just wish she could keep it until you get there or she hopefully forgets until then. “Mom I have to dri-” 

CRASH

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before you feel a force from behind of your car push you forward. Your phone is quickly nowhere out of sight and everything happens in a millisecond. That seatbelt that you so in panic did not put on suddenly felt like it was needed as the force sent you out of the window. Your ears are ringing and your vision blurry as you can’t quite understand what happened. All that you can feel is your adrenaline rushing through you, but it was also the only thing you could feel at all. 

A week later 

Your dry eyes open and a white light hits you in the face immediately making you sigh in frustration. The same white light that has been torturing your eyes for the past week. Your mind still can’t comprehend what has happened and neither can your body. Your right leg is covered in a cast and multiple bruises and so far you can not feel yourself being able to move it. You felt like you knew your fate from here. You were praying to yourself or whoever you felt might hear it that this was not the way it was supposed to go for you. That you’d walk again and that something out there would save you from this grave you felt like you were digging. 

Your phone was laying quiet on the bedside table. The screen was cracked but at least it was still working. But seeing the screen was even worse. Because you could see that your family had not sent a single message about it. The only messages were from that day and how they couldn’t believe you stood them up, how you’re so ungrateful and how you should be ashamed that you didn’t show up. It didn’t matter how may tries it took to tell her that your leg was beat up to the point where you’d probably have to be in crutches forever, she probably felt even more ashamed to have a child who couldn’t even walk properly anymore. Your shaky fingers reached for the camera icon, but you kept stopping in your tracks. Did you really wanna see it? You weren’t feeling anything but something might be there. 

You let your thumb press the icon and the view made you gasp. Across your cheek there was a huge white bandage with small bits of blood in it, possibly from the scar it was hiding underneath. The heaviness in your chest grew even more and the tears in your eyes were burning. You couldn’t cry, not here. Because the tears were not for you, they were for them, because of them. The way you knew they’d see you even worse now, and how they would rather yell at you and call you ungrateful than pay you one visit at the hospital where you’ve been for a week.

“Excuse me Y/N?” your tears were interrupted by a sudden voice, the voice belonging to your nurse. You quickly dried your tears with the back of your hand to meet her gaze, making her give you a reassuring smile. “I know this is difficult for you… Do you need me to leave?” you quickly shook her head, she probably had a reason for entering and you didn’t wanna stop her from doing her job. You feel yourself zone out, you could barely feel anything right now. You just wanted to go back to bed and never wake up again. “I also came to tell you that your doctor has seen some improvement. I understand that it’s difficult for you right now, but with the right training and rehab it’s looking good for you to be able to stand on your own again” it didn’t even make you smile. It was only possible if you pushed through, and right now you didn’t even wanna push yourself to let your feet hit the cold floor. 

There was a sudden knock on the door, making you quickly lay your eyes on a younger man. He was in a grey hoodie and his hair was being covered by a black cap that also covered half of his face. You looked at him worryingly, was this someone you knew? Someone who came to visit you that wasn’t your family? 

“Oh Chan! Come in” the nurse said by your side, making you even more confused. You met her eyes with a gaze that said “help”. “Oh Y/N! This is Chan, he works in the rehabilitation center in the other building across the street. He’s the best of the best and we thought you could need motivation by maybe seeing him for a while. We really believe that you can be on your feet again soon” your mind was having a million questions at the same time. You realised he was still standing in front of your bed and all you could do was give him a wave. 

“I’m sorry to just burst in, I understand you must have a lot to process right now. I just wanted to come and say hi and possibly talk with you about your pain to see what we could work with” his voice was calm but the undertone also had the sadness, like he was sad that you were in this situation to begin with. 

The room went cold as the nurse left you and Chan to talk. You didn’t know where to start. You were barely talking to the nurses at this point. You could see that he had dealt with this before. He did not seem stressed, nervous or awkward. He just sat there until you showed any sign that you were ready. Like he could sit there for days. 

“Uhm…” you slowly started just to get a word out. Your voice felt weird and your throat was dry. “Where do we begin?” your voice got shakier as you spoke, it was difficult to even accept that a personal trainer was sitting in your room. It would have been nicer to see one in a situation that wasn’t in the hospital because of an injury. 

“Why don’t you just start by telling me where it hurts, and how would you rate that one to ten? Your nurses have already gone through some with me, but I wanna hear it from you” 

You nodded, suddenly you went back to quiet again. It has all gone too fast, why were you here? Was it because you wished that you wouldn’t make it there? Was this your own fault? You let out a shaky breath as you realised you had to move on, and started pointing to where it hurt. Every time you point to somewhere you see him taking notes in his book. 

“It’s numb” you say with tears in your eyes. He stops writing immediately and closes his book to look at you. “I can’t barely feel it” you let the tears roll down your cheeks, feeling the scary situation take over you and swallow you whole. 

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s going to be scary I know” Chan started as he laid a hand on your trembling hand. It was like he could feel your fear through it. It was cold and shaking, he had seen many clients be worried for themselves but this really made his heart ache. You both seem to be close in age, he couldn’t imagine what he himself would feel like if he was in your position. “You got this, you’re so strong” his words were calming you down as you could finally breathe normally and see clearly again. 

Your cries went quiet as Chan’s questions went on. It was difficult to describe as you never felt like you could grasp the situation itself. Every time you thought back on the situation you felt that adrenaline rush again. How you just fell out of the car and how you could’ve saved yourself if you just had focused. But nothing could take you back now, it was only a matter of time before you had to look forward and make yourself you again. 

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Today was your first meeting with Chan. You had finally left the hospital bed and was currently using crutches or a wheelchair as support. Waiting outside of the rehabilitation gym you looked at yourself in the mirror outside. The scar had healed a bit more with small parts of scab left, but you could see on the more healed parts that this would never go unnoticable. There would be scars from your stitches across your cheek and you knew that no one would be able to see the rest of your face first. You sighed at the sight of yourself, your family would never wanna look at you now, barely you wanted to either. Who cares if the leg healed or not, it’s not the first thing they see. 

“Y/N?” you turned your head to your right, seeing Chan right there. You quickly studied him up and down, realising he was different from when you first saw him. He was now wearing a black oversized t-shirt and no cap, making him show his pretty brown hair which was laid on the side. 

He was very good looking there was no denying that. Which made you lay your hand on your own cheek. You knew it wasn’t weird to him, he often helped people that come out of situations like yours. But the self cautious feelings took over you in the moment, and while leaning on your crutch you tried to make the hood of your sweater cover your cheek. 

You couldn’t tell if he saw it or not, but that couldn’t matter for long enough either because the important part was to make yourself walk again. There weren’t many people in the gym, just a few people older than you with their own trainors. 

Chan walked you over to a more quiet area where it was mostly a floor covered in black foam carpet. 

“Let’s just start easy and foam roll the muscle, then we’ll try to keep your core strength since you can lose it if you have to walk less right now. Does that sound okay?” you could only nod. This whole situation made you nervous, you knew that the slightest fail could push your motivation even further back than it already is. 

Chan takes your hand carefully as he helps you sit down on the floor. He gently places the foam roller under your leg making you wince at the small pain the lift gave you. You start pushing your leg back and forth on the foam roller feeling fine the first few minutes. You felt some weight lift from your shoulders as you did a few more minutes. Maybe you were worried for nothing? 

The time goes by pretty slowly but you feel better than you thought you would. Maybe this could actually be something. Or that was until the dreaded question left Chan’s lips,

“Do you wanna try walking with support from these bars?” 

He was standing by two pairs of metal bars, and just seeing them made you feel uneasy. But was it worth giving up now? It wouldn’t hurt to try right? In return you nodded at him, making him run back to you to help you up. You had an arm over his shoulder and he tried lifting you from the floor a bit so that you wouldn’t have to limp over there. 

Chan carefully sets you down between the bars, letting you get a good grip on them before he finally lets go of your body. You feel your whole weight land evenly on both of your legs but as soon as it starts feeling great you feel your body fall to the side. 

Your leg can’t support it enough. 

Before your body can hit the floor you feel a pair of arms back around you. Chan was quick to catch you and through his embrace of you he could feel your panicked breath. 

“Hey… hey it’s okay just breathe. I’ve got you. I’m not letting you fall I promise” he said, patting your head as well. “I know that was scary, I should’ve held onto you a bit more over the floor. I didn’t mean to just let go I’m sorry” 

Tears pricked in your eyes once again. This felt hopeless once again. How was this ever going to be fixed? How can someone fix a broken part like this? Babies could walk better than you. 

“This is so useless…” you muttered. It hurt Chan’s heart that the first time since the hospital where you speak to him is you talking down on yourself. He kept patting your head and tried to not make himself lose his cool as he heard your small sobs in his arms. 

“Don’t say that we have many sessions ahead of us to improve. This is only the first time” he carried you down onto the carpet again, making sure your leg wasn’t touching the floor at all. Your cries had gone quiet but your face was really red. 

As Chan set you down he kept seeing you pull that hood in front of your face. He sat down in front of you trying to make you meet his eyes, but once you did you faced the other way. He knew exactly why, but it was not something he was going to pressure you about. He knew injuries in parts such as the face took a toll on people, and it seemed even tougher on you. 

“Please don’t look at me…” you put your head in your hands. “This scar is huge, it’s disgusting. It makes me look so…” 

“Sad?” Chan finished your sentence with. You tried looking back up without showing most of your face, and of course your eyes met his. They never left you. “You know what I think?” he started, making you shake your head. “I think it makes you look strong. It tells people that something happened to you, yet you’re still here standing. And to me that is an extremely admiring person to me” he continued with a small smile, only making you smile bigger in return. His heart fluttered at that smile, he knew he wanted to make this wonderful perso achieve their goals even more now. They were gonna reach the top and he would be by their side. 

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Some weeks turned into a month of seeing Chan. You couldn’t help but feel safe around him as he tried to motivate you to do even better every day. You knew it was his job, but something about just letting you lead it as well made you trust him even more. There was no family that was expecting you to do things their way, or your mother telling you to just get yourself together. He was there, but you were taking your time. And for the first time that was okay. 

“Okay so now you walk over to me” he said gesturing with his hands to slowly start walking. This was always the part of the session that you dreaded. Many falls had happened but no bruises added as Chan always caught you in time.

You keep your arms steady on the bars and try to lightly let go with each step. You felt the knee pushing against your will, but the muscles had to be trained again. The closer you got to Chan the more your smile started growing. With every session you felt like you were getting somewhere and this was the closest you’d ever gotten to walk without bars. With just a few meters left until you could take Chan’s hands for support you feel the strength in your leg giving out, making you fall forward this time. Your heart starts pounding faster the moment you feel your leg give out but you never meet the floor. 

Chan was almost laying underneath you as he had leaned down to prevent you from falling. He could see that the position got awkward for you so he slowly starts sitting down while helping you down onto the floor. But on the way down your leg still hasn’t gotten its full strength back and you end up falling forward onto Chan. Now having him lay under you. 

At first your face becomes red, this was not supposed to happen. But as your eyes meet his deep brown ones, something tells both of you that this okay. Making you both start laughing together. 

“I’m so sorry, are you okay? My leg totally gave out” you were still laughing with a slight hint of worry in your voice as you literally had just dropped your full weight onto him. 

“Nono I’m totally fine, I’m happy I caught you in time-” 

“What exactly is going on?” your laughs were interrupted by a very familiar voice belonging to a woman. A special woman being your mother herself. Looking her into the eyes you quickly scooch yourself off of Chan and he keeps his hands close to you incase something starts hurting. He’s just about to support your leg until your mother yells, “Do not touch my child!” Chan doesn’t seem to listen, since he in a way is doing his job during your session. 

“Mom? Why are you here?” you ask her, slightly embarrassed that she is scolding Chan right now for doing his job. “I thought you didn’t care about my rehabilitation” you didn’t see it as Chan stood behind you by now but his face fell and he realised he had never seen you with family or even heard you talk about them. 

“Why wouldn’t I care? I'm your mother!” she says harshly, studying you up and down. You were only in a pair of sweats and a hoodie since baggy clothes made it easier for you to move your leg, especially with a cast on. “But I see you’re doing other things than working on your walking or how to cover up that ugly scar” the scar was healed by now, but the stitches had now left the big scar more visible. Which with Chan you hadn’t really thought about anymore, you no longer felt the need to cover your face around him. 

Chan didn’t know what to say. He was watching you taking harsh comments from your own mother and he didn’t know when it was time for him to say something. Technically the situation you were in could be seen as wrong as you are his client. But at the same time he promised he’d never let you fall and he was holding onto that promise. 

He could see how your hands were shaking against the sides of your body. He slowly walked up behind you while your mother was talking to hold your hand. Your hand was shaking in his, but that didn’t matter. The comfort was exactly what you needed since your mother could not hold back to scold you even in your rehab hours. 

“Have you tried makeup? How is that scar gonna be covered and gone when I bring you home again? They will wonder how you can’t take care of yourself and I will be blamed for that” your mother went on, you really wondered how she had the energy to do this. 

“I’m sorry Ms L/N but I think it’s time you stop” you hear Chan say behind you making your breath hitch. 

“Excuse me how dare-” 

“You’re in my gym during my work hours when I’m here trying to help your child how to walk normally again. And if you had been here or checked their medical records that I fill in after every session you’d see that they are doing much better than when they were admitted to me.” you squeezed his hand tightly, not being able to speak up in front of your mother right now you felt your heart beating faster. And you knew it wasn’t because of the stress of your mother right now. “So either you leave right now, or I’m gonna have to call security because I have to keep helping them now” 

“And the scar?” she asks. 

“Ms L/N I’m not a doctor, I’m just a personal trainer. And even if I were, I probably wouldn’t be able to do more than they already have. You should be happy your oen kid is still standing here, that scar is showing how she fought for her life. They are the strongest person I’ve ever met as a trainer here and you should be proud of them because I sure am” he said confidently. “Now please leave” and as you watch your mother turn her back towards the both of you you feel Chan’s thumb caress the upper part of your hand. 

You didn’t know what to do at that moment. For the first time in forever someone had been on your side. Chan was just about to open his mouth to speak but before he could you turned around and hugged him. He was caught off guard by the action but as soon as he registered what’s happening his hands found their way to your hips. 

You stood there together for what felt like a solid minute. It felt special to finally have someone see you. And you didn’t care if that person wasn’t in your family, he was your motivation and you never wanted to let go of him. When you decide to let go all you can do is smile at him, which he happily returns to you. Your smile was his happiness, because it meant that even in your darkest days right now there was a smile underneath it somewhere. 

A few minutes later you’re sitting on the floor together, your session ended about 15 minutes ago. You were telling him about your injury that day, how no one came to the hospital and how he is the only one who you’ve been with since then. He sat there with your hands in his lap and every time you shed a tear he made sure to catch them for you. Sometimes thinking back on it you start panic crying and having hiccups, and every time you have them Chan makes sure to see you even more. Telling you it’s okay, to start again whenever you want, and if you want to stop talking then he doesn’t need to know more of it. 

“Hey look at me” Chan’s hand lay carefully on your cheek drying away your tears. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” you start laughing at his comment which only makes him giggle as well. “I’m serious! I’ve seen you go through it this whole month and you’re so strong for even doing this in the first place. Back at the hospital I saw how scared you were, and now I know you were lonely as well. But I am here. I’m sitting here with you now and you’ve grown into a much stronger version of yourself. And even if you fall, then I’ve got you. I’m there to catch you every time” 

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You open the doors from the rehabilitation building and step outside, taking in the good sunny weather together with the warm sunny breeze. The weather was good but today had also been your last session together with Chan. You couldn’t help but feel sad about it. There were days that discouraged you, yes, but he was always there to pick you up. And now you could walk again, which you back then never thought would be possible. 

“So, you’re leaving already?” you heard Chan ask behind you. 

Turning around you see him in that same grey hoodie he had during your first meeting at the hospital. Something about you two together felt so special to you, and you for sure wouldn’t forget it. You were already sad to part ways with him so being remembered about your days together made you a bit sentimental. 

“I guess, we’re not working together anymore. Who are you supposed to have fun with now?” you said, making him smile brightly.

“No one of course” he was laughing a lot with his big smile which just made your heart flutter even more. He really was the best at making you feel like a better version of yourself. “Hey, by the way” he started nervously fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. You gave him a small nod to show that you’re listening and after a quiet minute he went on. “Now that we’re not working together, do you think I could take you out?” 

You couldn’t believe your ears. Take you out? You looked at him in shock not realising he just asked what he asked. 

“Me…? Yeah absolutely” the relief you felt in your body hit you, you actually get to see him a bit more. 

“Maybe we could start now? There’s a beach down the road here. Just to hang out?”  you eagerly nodded and without a thought you were both heading for the beach. 

The seagulls were making loud noises and the sun was high in the sky. It was a bit windy which caused the salty water to sometimes hit your face. But this feeling was incredible. After months of rehab you had never felt so free and alive in yourself again. And with Chan by your side you felt like you were in paradise. 

With your shoes in one hand and Chan’s hand in the other you both walked along the shore with your feet half deep in the water. Feeling the sun hit your face felt refreshing. You never thought you’d end up walking along the shore with Chan, or walking here at all. But you pushed through and for once you felt proud of yourself for pushing through. 

Suddenly Chan stopped in his tracks and looked out towards the ocean. He starts walking deeper into the water, gesturing with his hands that you should follow him. With both of you in the water you both start realising it wasn’t the best choice since the winds are getting stronger, and before you both knew it you both fall backwards into the water. But of course someone caught you in time. Looking over at Chan he made sure to have you fall onto him first. In that moment it felt like all of these months leading up to this was made for the both you, and before you know it Chan closed the distance between the both of you. 

You felt fireworks going off inside of your stomach and trying to stay calm to not ruin it. Putting your body weight onto him he ends up with his whole back in the water and wet sand. But to him nothing mattered at all in this moment but you and him together. After pulling away he made sure to still hold you close, one hand on your cheek and the other keeping you with him. 

“I told you I’ve got you, I’ll catch you everytime” 

[spideyanakin]

summary - sirius black x malfoy + slytherin! reader, ever since regulus drowned, you keep dreaming about him, but what if your dreams weren't just dreams? aka: we are saving regulus

warnings - angsty, near death experience but ends well, dumbledore being an icon

part of all I think about now - masterlist

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"Let me offer you a cup of tea," Albus broke the silence.

Your breath was still held as you watched the pieces of the shattered locket, mixed with the shards of heavy wood from the desk bellow. With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore restored the desk that had shattered with your blow.

You watched, almost as if you were having an out of body experience as he was poured you the tea, and you sat on the homely couch by the fire place.

You found it impossible to have a sip of the warm liquid inside the flowery porcelain cup. Your hand was shaking.

Maybe what had happened was actually sinking. Your chest felt warm, heart beating loudly and pumping blood in places you did not know you could actually feel.

Would he know? Would the dark lord sense that a Horcrux had been destroyed? Would he know by whose hand the object had been shattered?

And suddenly, a look received from Dumbledore melted all the worries from you.

No. He couldn't know. You couldn't let doubt sink in. Not now, not when you were a step closer to ending this once and for all.

Dumbledore needed you, and if this meant continuing to put yourself in danger, to continue living a double life to save thousands; then you would.

So you breathed, smoothed down the rumbling of your bones, and smiled back at him the best way you could.

Something itched in the back of your throat though, and suddenly you found yourself speaking before you could stop it.

"Albus," You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, placing your steaming cup of tea back on the table in front of you. "Ever since my husband- ever since Regulus passed, I have been having these dreams, but they do not feel like dreams."

He nodded for you to continue.

"I thought it was Kreature's memories, from that night, but the more I think about it, the less it makes sense," you breathed, closing your eyes for a brief second as the memory flashed before you. "It is, as if I am seeing his memories. He is dragged into the depths, there is a flash from his wand, suddenly he is breathing, and then he is back to struggling, but the inferi could not reach him."

"How long have you had those dreams?"

"Since the night he passed."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Every night, he breathes, then suddenly struggles again, stops, he feels cold, but not quite dead, right until he takes a new breath, and every time he does, I wake."

Dumbledore quietly placed his cup back onto its saucer. He itched his thin white beard as he peered at his desk, and then to a painting of a wizard you did not know.

"Sir Watson," he adresses him, and the funny looking, very small wizard with a bright pink hat and matching robe with diamonds sewed to the sleeves looked at Albus.

"Yes?"

"How did your partner survive your last mission with him?"

The wizard jumped from his bright baby blue rococo chair, clapped his hands with a bright smile on his lips. Cheeks filling with his smile.

"I love this story! Brilliant wizard was he!" He nodded eagerly and you raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm. "The poor lad was stuck, attacked by rogue and vicious mermaids! He used a scutum charm, protecting him from their attacks. He was able to empty the water from this shielded bubble you see, the shield made it impossible to move but he was able to survive days underwater! Days! He even did a silencing charm so he could block out the mermaid's luring voices! Genius wizard, I tell you, brilliant man."

"How did he get out?"

"Sent me messages, through dreams. We were married you see, magic intertwined and all."

"Thank you, Sir Watson." Albus smiled, and the wizard happily nodded before sitting back on his chair and grabbing the book he always seemed to be holding.

Your mouth opened in shock, hands shaking as you brought your hands to your warm cheeks, already wet with tears.

"Tell me. Do you think there is a chance he might still be alive?"

~

You shivered. The wind was rustling harshly, and drops of salt water were picking at your eyes. Your thin coat and skirts of silks were already starting to feel heavy from the accumulated rain drops.

You held your arms close to yourself. This was the place of nightmares, of your nightmares. Your gut was twisting in itself and you felt like you were going to retch everything in you as you walked through the opening to the cavern.

You shivered again. The rain was replaced by the harsh voice of the wind, waves crashing against the rocks of the cliff and the screech you were so familiar with in your nightmares.

The icing screams of the inferi.

Albus Dumbledore muttered something, you assumed a spell, you did not recognise.

Suddenly the pitch black water turned crystal clear.

You could see them. The dead creatures slithering at the bottom of the lake, harshly tapping onto something.

Dumbledore threw something on the other side of the lake using his magic, and only when their attention caught on the pebble and they swam towards it did you see him.

Regulus. You could see his fine features, eyes closed in pain, hand clutched tightly against his wand. Suddenly he breathed again, and you watched as, just like in your dreams, bubbles rose from his lips before air was sucked into the shield he had created himself.

Indeed, Regulus was still alive, and barely hanging on to life.

"Quick, he will not be able to hold it for long."

"What do I do?" Your heart was racing, and your hands clammy as Dumbledore walked closer to the water where Regulus lay.

"Asciendio!" With a flick of his wand, you watched as Regulus was pulled out of the water, faster than the dead creatures could reach.

You dropped by his side, and before you knew it, Dumbledore’s hand was on your shoulder and the three of you aparated to location twelve.

"Regulus," you cradled his head, attempting to lift his upper body. He was coughing, trembling as he tried to hold on to your shoulders for support.

His eyes were bloodshot, his skin paler than his already pearl colour. His plum lips were blue, and the tip of his fingers a matching colour. You held onto him as he continued coughing water, severely shivering in your arms.

"Y/n," he croaked.

"Shh, you're safe my love." You pushed his hair away from his face. Suddenly you felt the weight of his body on you, head heavily resting against your shoulder. He was crying, hot tears streaming down his face. "It's over, my love, you're safe."

Albus wrapped a large blanket over the both of you, and you thanked him as a shiver tumbled down your own spine.

Your hand held tightly onto the back of his head, the other firmly pressed against the space in between his shoulder blades. You shivered with him, your own body shaking with relief and emotions you were yet to decipher.

"He is soaked to the bone Albus, I need to get him home." You spoke through a hoarse voice, tears blurring your vision

"Alright," the elder nodded. "Do you remember our agreement?"

"Yes," you roughly nodded, pressing your cheek against Regulus’s cold forehead, your heavy tears dripping into his hair.

Although his voice held gravity, it wasn’t a hard agreement to maintain. That you’d take care of Regulus, nurse him back to health. That you’d tell him all the things he needed to know, and that if he truly wished to change sides, he would meet with Dumbledore to discuss further agreements.

The rest was the plan for the news of his come back to the purebloods and death eaters.

The story that was bordering truth. That you had seen the signs, that he had sent you the signs and you saved him. But how you were to tell them the story would remain in the choices Regulus had to make upon his return to full consciousness.

Your face softened as you met Dumbledore’s eyes, "thank you, Albus. Thank you."