#and well i still haven’t slept lmao

[mieldelsol]

last night i bumped my toe on our kitchen table now my toe is like 2x the normal size and early this morning i got food poisoning idk who put a curse on me but 🖕🏼 you

[quietwingsinthesky]

That's like exactly what most proshippers want? "Let me write my kinky shit because I think it's hot and leave me alone." I call myself proship because I read dubcon and stuff like bdsm AUs, and while there might be antis who are ok with it, I don't want to interact with judgy people. And most of them won't be okay with it anyway.

I remember a time when fandom didn't have either antis or pros and shipping wars were about which character is hotter. I want to go back there.

Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying. The point of me declaring that in my bio wouldn’t actually tell anyone anything about what I write or what I read or anything at all. It is purely about choosing a faction. It’s like.

Okay, the whole point of this is that people keep following me who have, somewhere on their page, “proship dni”. Now, why the hell they’re following me, a samifer blog, is their own business. Where it becomes my business is that “proship dni” doesn’t actually tell me anything except “if you post something I deem Wrong, I am going to turn on you.” It doesn’t tell me what that person thinks is Wrong, only that if I cross a line that I don’t know is there, then… Well, this is the internet, people get stalked, harassed, doxxed, etc for stupid shit like shipping all the time. Rather it not be me in anyone’s sights.

So. Proship in the bio. So hopefully anyone who sees it and is filled with disgust at the very idea that people can write whatever they want will turn away from my blog and block me immediately, rather than following me, getting attached to a random internet blog they do not know, and then feeling betrayed the next time I post some noncon and justified in acting on that betrayed feeling however they deem necessary.

I am tired. This whole senseless debate is tiring. There is no actual definition of pro or anti, not consistent across every person using it. Any anti will excuse a morally incorrect thing if they personally like writing or reading about it. Any proship person can turn and start a witch-hunt about someone for having a ship they personally don’t like.

But. Chances are, in my experience, if someone’s got ‘proship dni’ in their bio, it ain’t someone I want around, for their enjoyment of fandom and mine. So. Idk. This isn’t a solution. But it’s duct tape. It works.

[myname-isnia]

I cannot believe I’m making an OC whose appearance is based on my mom’s blorbo. How did I end up here

[1roentgen]

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[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。underneath the stars (looking for a sign)

synopsis. al-haitham thinks waking up beside you feels like a dream—well, until it doesn’t

— word count. 4.1k (how did a drabble get here sobs)

— contents. pining al-haitham, honestly it’s mutual pining lol, gn! reader, implied one night stands, consumption of alcohol (both reader and al-haitham) reader is a matra, al-haitham is acting grand sage, it’s basically the “avoid my crush after i accidentally sleep with him until he corners me” trope lol, confessions, brief angst and then a happily ever after, sfw + fluff, not proof read—this was entirely written on tumblr drafts through mobile app. yeah. we raw dogged this bad boy lmao

— notes. if you knew. how many wips i have with him. you would be astounded :,) he’s all that matters anymore

al-haitham wakes up to a bed much softer than his, red flag number one. there’s also a weight on his chest, red flag number two. red flag number three, however, doesn’t make itself apparent until he opens his eyes and sees you.

oh. not good. you’re covered in the sheets, but you’re clearly…topless, and a quick glance at his own torso tells him he’s also not clothed. oh. double not good.

but there’s also a small voice in his head that’s cheering and patting himself on the shoulder—he’s managed to fall into the bed of the very person he’s been quietly pining over for months, what more can a guy possibly ask for?

but unfortunately, his mini celebration in his inner thoughts is disrupted when you open your eyes at the disturbance from his movement—and before he can get even one word in, you shriek. rather loudly, too—it makes him wince at the sound (he’s always had sensitive ears.)

“what are you doing here?” you gasp, “and why haven’t you got a shirt—wait. why haven’t i got a shirt on?”

“well, it seems—”

“you slept with me?” you gasp again, cutting him off as your face twists in disbelief, “while i was drunk?”

“i was drunk too,” he points out, frowning at the accusations. al-haitham is a respectable man, and more importantly, he cares about you too much to take advantage of your inebriated state like that. “it was a two way street.”

that seems to calm you for…approximately two seconds before your face twists in horror again.

“al-haitham,” you wail his name in despair, slumping onto your mattress in defeat, “this is the worst thing we could have done. do you realize that?”

oh. you regret this—the voice in his head suddenly stops cheering. it deflates, in fact.

worst thing. is this really the worst thing? al-haitham thinks you both have always gotten along rather well, and he’s always taken your slightly stuttered words and nervous chuckles as a testament to holding the same attraction he holds for you. but maybe he was too quick to assume you feel the same, and your words now feel like a boulder on his chest. they’re heavy. soul crushingly heavy, in fact—but he keeps the blank expression on his face ever so easily.

“yes, it seems a bit inappropriate for coworkers to have an entanglement,” he agrees after a moment, making you whine at his word choice.

“you don’t have to call it that,” you huff.

then, out of sheer curiosity (and absolutely nothing else), you take a quick peek from the corner of your eyes at his chest. in your defense, his shirt leaves practically little left to the imagination, and when else will you get the opportunity to see his (very impressive) chest? a peek won’t hurt.

you’re thoroughly impressed when your eyes catch his sculpted pecs. his eyes are thoroughly unimpressed when they catch your gaze.

“well, what would you like to do about our predicament?” he asks flatly.

acting uninterested is the hardest part, he realizes. here, you’re within reach for his arm to curl around you, and yet somehow, there still feels like there are miles of space between you in the sheets. it’s a bitter reality, he thinks, one that stings a bit more than he’s ever really imagined.

al-haitham has witnessed lots of rejections in his time. whether it’s at the akademiya where he is the unfortunate witness of a rejected confession, or in novels he reads of unrequited feelings. he however never thought he’d land himself in the same situation—even if he hasn’t technically confessed to you yet. but your reaction definitely feels like one, and he’s smart enough to deduce that if he did confess, you wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea.

sure, it’s a bit unprofessional for the acting grand sage to have a relationship with one of the akademiya’s top matra that he works with rather frequently, but al-haitham is only the temporary grand sage. technically, after this, he will be going back to being the scribe who makes himself scarce on a regular basis. and it’s not very unprofessional for the scribe and a matra to be romantically involved, he’d like to argue. most people meet their significant others through the akademiya in the first place—why should he be any different?

but one glance at your face tells him you’re rather unhappy with this situation. he thinks he can hear a crack where the boulder resides on his chest.

“i think you should leave,” you mumble, chewing nervously on your lip, “and don’t say anything about this to anyone. especially not cyno.”

“noted,” he says blandly. you turn away, letting him have the privacy to rise out of bed and dress—which he does as slowly as possible, just to drag out the feeling of being in your bedroom for just a while longer—before he says clears his throat. “i’ll be seeing you,” he says.

“sure,” you nod awkwardly, “see you at uh…see you at work.”

with that, he walks out of your bedroom, and sees himself out. as soon as you hear the front door shut, you turn and scream into your pillow—the same pillow that happened to be under al-haitham’s head for the entire night, the same pillow that smells like his shampoo.

you think for a moment how you can never wash this pillow case again—and then, when you realize just what you’ve thought, you scream again.

you might just be entirely screwed.

—————

“and where have you been?” kaveh is waiting in the kitchen as soon as al-haitham enters.

great.

kaveh has a talent for making himself available to chatter away into al-haitham’s ear on the most stressful of days. whether it’s to greet him with complaints about having no help with cleaning after a long day of work, or to bang on his office door and demand an explanation for rejected funds as he does paperwork, or to ask where he’s been after he’s been wounded rather harshly by the one person he’s ever felt romantically inclined for, kaveh is always there at the worst possible timing.

leave it to kaveh to sour his mood more.

“i don’t see how it’s any of your business,” al-haitham mutters, grabbing the glass of water on the table and chugging it to help with the slight hangover he nurses—it’s evidently not his best morning in more ways than one.

“hey, that’s my glass,” kaveh scolds, “get your own.”

“it’s actually my glass. from my grandmothers set,” al-haitham corrects his roommate, “and i pay the water bills. so it’s my water too.”

“you—” kaveh shakes with frustration. it would pull a bit of an amused grin on al-hairham’s face if he wasn’t in the worst mood possible. “nevermind,” kaveh huffs, crossing his arms, “where were you—wait, is that a hickey?”

“no,” al-haitham says instantly, pulling his cloak higher to cover his neck—but kaveh beats him to it, reaching over and inspecting his skin. he seems to light up as soon as he realizes it is, in fact, a hickey on al-haitham’s neck.

“it is a hickey,” he grins gleefully, gasping in sheer disbelief that al-haitham seems to have some sort of life outside of work and home, “this can’t be. did you pay someone to get into bed with you—”

“just because some of us can afford such services doesn’t mean we indulge in them,” al-haitham grumbles, which earns an offended gasp from the blonde, “and i’m not obligated to tell you where, or with who for that matter, i was—”

“was it that matra you’re always standing around with?” kaveh grins knowingly, cutting him off.

the mere mention of you must make his face fall—which is new, because al-haitham has always been good at hiding his emotions on his face. but kaveh seems to have realized he’s overstepped, because his smile fades just as quickly as it comes.

“it doesn’t matter,” al-haitham mutters, “it was a mistake.”

“a mistake? but you’ve been pathetically pining for months, anyone with eyes can see—”

“i’ll be going to work now,” al-haitham cuts kaveh off, “make sure you pay this months rent on time.”

with that, he turns, making his way to his room to shower and then be off to the akademiya—where he equal parts hopes he doesn’t see you, and equal parts hopes he runs into you just to catch a glimpse of you again.

—————

you haven’t seen al-haitham is six days—correction: you’ve avoided al-haitham for six days. admittedly, it’s becoming increasingly difficult seeing as he is the acting grand sage, and you do need him to approve of your reports from recent investigations—but then you remember how six days ago, in the darkly lit corner of the street on your way home, you both kissed.

(and yes, it was a drunken mistake—neither you nor al-haitham value public displays of inappropriate affection between coworkers, but that doesn’t erase what happened.)

perhaps it would be easy to laugh it off as an impulsive action the both of you took while being under the influence, but then you both stumbled into your house. and then your bed. and then a kiss turned into more…and then next thing you knew, you’ve been awakened to a very unclothed (but still very handsome) al-haitham next to you in the mattress.

you should be mature and face him—people can sleep with people and not let it mean anything, proper adults would simply brush over this and never look back. but al-haitham is a bit of a difficult scenario.

he’s handsome—painfully so, with those sculpted muscles and those soft strands of hair that fall perfectly over his face. but more than he is easy on the eyes, he’s a charming individual. at least to you—you think the majority of the akademiya would have to disagree.

but al-haitham is kind, he greets you properly, holds doors open for you, and he often notices when you’re tired just by looking at you before giving you extensions on reports. he’s caring, you can tell because he’s helped people more than once, and while he claims it’s for the sake of his own convenience so he can avoid extra trouble, you know that he doesn’t have the heart to turn away from those that need him. more importantly, al-haitham is disciplined—it’s something all matra such as yourself can appreciate.

he seeks out knowledge in the most moral of methods, he never crosses limits or abuses power even when he holds the ability to, and he never takes advantage of the authority he may hold over others.

he’s wonderful, you can’t help but think—and admittedly, his hands also have very attractive veins that make you sweat a little. but that’s not the important part, of course. the important part is how perfect his character is, if you take the moment to understand it. and you like to think you understand it—much more than most at the akademiya.

except romancing the akademiya’s grand sage isn’t the best look for a matra—especially if you want to climb up the ranks soon. you don’t want rumors spread to undermine your hard work…or worse, be accused by the general mahamatra of taking your position as the grand sage’s lover to your advantage for work gains.

cyno is a strict individual—you’d hate to get on his bad side. and just as you think about how awful it would be if he got the wrong impression, he walks right up to you.

with that serious look on his face—why does he always have that serious look on his face?

“grand sage al-haitham requests you in his office,” he says. you don’t detect any suspicion in his voice, and it seems like a perfectly normal statement, but that’s the thing about cyno. he’s too good at not letting his movements be read, too good at cornering caged animals before dragging them by the ankles out in the open, exposed and vulnerable.

you gulp. “did he say why?” you ask, “i’m a bit busy.”

“no,” cyno shakes his head—and then he looks at you oddly, “you don’t seem busy.”

“well….this report won’t write itself,” you chuckle nervously, which only makes his brows furrow in confusion.

“wasn’t that due two days ago?”

fuck.

“yes….but al-haitham gave me an extension.”

“he seems to give you a lot of those,” cyno points out, unimpressed.

well, that’s great, you think. surely, there is no other matra as good at losing composure and making things more obvious for themselves than you.

“i haven’t been feeling well,” you say quickly—which isn’t the worst excuse, seeing as you’ve hardly shown your face at the akademiya for the last few days.

cyno seems to buy it too, because he nods in understanding before giving you a concerned look. “you shouldn’t push yourself, you know,” he lectures, “being sick snot fun.” you blink, and he looks thoroughly amused with himself. “get it? because when you’re sick, you might have a runny nose? snot? and—”

“right,” you nod, “i’ll be seeing the grand sage now. i wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.”

at least you know cyno has not made any….inappropriate assumptions if he’s making jokes, as painful as they might be. you’re not sure if you’d rather face al-haitham or continue to listen to the general mahamatra’s interesting sense of humor, but the closer you get to the grand sage’s office, the more you want to turn back and find cyno again.

but you’re an adult, and adults do adult things sometimes, and sometimes they’re not the most ideal, but the only way to handle such situations is the adult way—to be mature and not let things get in the way of being professional. easy enough.

at least, you hope.

—————

“you called for me, grand sage?”

ouch. al-haitham has now been reduced to grand sage, not just al-haitham. he looks at you for a moment, and he tries—really, he does—to seem unbothered, but his brows crinkle before he can stop them.

“i did, yes,” he says, looking at you.

you look lovely—which, you always do, even when you’re nervous. he can tell you are because you have that habit of chewing on your lip when you’re nervous, and he hates that he makes you anxious enough to do that right now.

al-haitham has always hated the gap between him and everyone else—not because he enjoys being close to others, but because it’s burdensome to always seem like a pretentious asshole. being interpreted as one over the years has left him quite numb to what other people think….but that’s not the case with you, unfortunately. he wonders if you’ve ever thought he was an asshole, or if you’ve ever felt that he acts like he’s better than you are. he hopes you’ve never talked to him and thought he’s condescending like kaveh insists he is—he hopes you find value in his honesty and find him insightful.

he thinks you might have at one point, if the way carrying conversation with you is so easy is of any proof. it feels natural, talking to you. your voice is smooth, especially when it reads over mission reports to him in his office. your laugh is even smoother, though—it’s soft, and honeyed, it sounds like something he’s been missing his whole life.

everything about you feels like something he’s been missing his whole life, like he was born to be with you by his side, and he’s been empty without you all along.

you clear your throat, handing him papers as you pull him from his thoughts and say, “here is the report for that last investigation,” you say quietly, “i apologize for the untimeliness. it won’t happen again—”

“that’s not why i called you,” he cuts you off.

al-haitham is a straightforward man. he’s watched many confessions, and he’s read about many confessions, and he’s even thought about how his own confessions might go should he ever find someone he finds interest in.

but this isn’t interest. al-haitham is not interested in you—he needs you. to call this a confession might be incorrect, he thinks for a moment, because this almost feels like he’s about to plead for you to give him a chance.

“oh,” your voice is small.

you think you have an inkling of an idea of what he’ll bring up, and you contemplate running out of his office and begging cyno to tell you a few more of his jokes….or a few dozen….maybe a few hundred to be safe.

“we should talk about that night—”

“well, there’s not much to talk about,” you say simply, “you and i are consenting adults, and we happened to be heavily under the influence, which caused a lapse in judgement. it’s a bit unprofessional, sure, but as long as neither of us say anything, and as long as we manage to keep a professional atmosphere between the two of us, there shouldn’t be any—”

he cuts off your (rehearsed in the bathroom mirror many times) speech as he clears his throat. “i….” the words are caught in his throat.

for a lifetime of straightforward honesty and blunt words, it seems like now of all times he can’t seem to speak.

“you…?” you motion for him to continue.

“i enjoyed it.”

you sputter. his eyes widen as he stumbles over his words when he realizes what he’s really said.

“grand sage,” you gasp, “i think that’s hardly appropriate for—”

“n-no, i meant i enjoyed you,” he says quickly, making you furrow your brows.

“and what does that mean? because—”

“i enjoyed being with you,” he croaks. it’s a good thing kaveh isn’t here to witness this, because as a self proclaimed expert at love (which al-haitham would have to disagree), kaveh would have an absolute ball watching this. “i don’t….i would prefer if we didn’t pretend nothing happened,” he mumbles, “if you feel the same, that is.”

everything about al-haitham is hopeful. from the way his eyes watch your every movement as they stare at you, to the way he clutches the pen in his hand tightly in anticipation of your response, he’s hopeful. you can tell.

you can tell he’s hopeful you’ll say yes, that he’s hopeful you’ll say you feel the same way as him, that he’s hopeful he’ll see you again in a setting that’s not just for work and mission reports and investigation details.

he’s hopeful you’ll say yes to his pleading eyes and fill that empty spot beside him that’s been empty for far too long.

and it feels like swallowing lead when you sigh heavily and watch the hope crumble.

“al-haitham,” you mumble, “this wouldn’t be very wise, you know?”

“and why’s that?” the hurt in his face is almost tangible.

he’s not foreign to rejections, he’s witnessed them his whole life. he watched that haravatat scholar that declined the amurta one outside of class that one year. he read about that main character that found self respect and declined the toxic love interest in that novel he read last summer. he’s declined his own fair share of confessions by random scholars that stare a bit too long at his chest and arms for his liking.

but for some reason, he never imagined it to feel like this. like being with your for one second longer might just burn his skin, but being away from you might leave him cold and numb. al-haitham thinks that if you walked out that door, you might just take every bit of warmth he’s ever known from him—but sitting in front of you, in front of your sorrowed expression and sympathetic eyes….it might be too much heat for him to handle.

“well, you’re the grand sage, and i’m a matra—”

“acting grand sage,” he corrects, “it’s temporary. i’ll be back to being the akademiya’s scribe in a short bit.”

“but people talk,” you insist, “and i’ve worked hard to be a respectable matra, and i wouldn’t want anyone to think i’ve slept my way to the top. plus, the general mahamatra is technically my boss, and he’s very strict—”

“the general mahamatra and i drink at taverns together quite often,” he says pointedly, “he’s well aware of how i feel.”

“you told cyno?” you gasp, shooting him a sharp look, “i asked you specifically not to—”

“he’s known of my feelings before that night,” he assures, “evidently i’m not very subtle.”

“well,” you hum, biting back a smile, “no, you aren’t.”

he raises a brow, tilting his head in confusion. “you’ve known?”

“al-haitham,” you chuckle, eyeing him fondly. something about the way your smile is so bright makes him clutch his pen tighter. “you aren’t the most social, you know. but you always have something to say to me.”

“that doesn’t always mean anything,” he mumbles, blush rising to the tips of his ears.

he’s endearing this way, you decide—when he’s flustered and almost pouting and flushed a bright shade of pink. you think for a second that maybe, if you kiss him for a bit in the comforts of his office, no one will ever have to know.

“but it does, doesn’t it?” you tease.

“and if you’ve indulged it all this time, am i safe to assume it means something to you too?” he asks, raising a brow.

you should say no. sleeping with the grand sage and kissing him in his office and maybe even going on dates and possibly holding hands is hardly a good look—but the scribe….well, maybe the scribe is a different story.

“ask me again when you’re the akademiya’s scribe,” you say, biting back a smile, “perhaps my answer will be different then.”

“i see,” he nods, biting back a smile of his own, “i suppose the grand sage isn’t everyone’s type, huh?”

“no,” you chuckle, “i suppose not. but the scribe….well, he’s rather charming.” you walk up to him, lean down and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth as you mumble, “i don’t mind waiting for the scribe.”

“well, lucky for you, you won’t have to wait too long,” he hums.

he watches you leave his office—and then he decides that when he clocks out at five pm sharp later, he’ll go straight home, tell kaveh that he is, in fact capable in the field of romance, and demand this month’s rent.

—————

“haitham, we’re out of eggs,” you pout, poking your head out of the fridge, “will you bring some on the way home today?”

“we would have eggs if kaveh didn’t use all of mine,” al-haitham grumbles, glaring at the blonde who gasps in offense. 

“and you help yourself to my beer, don’t you? i deserve a few eggs,” kaveh huffs. 

“well, make sure you pay this month’s rent on time. we’re going to buy some more furniture for our room.”

this time, kaveh turns to you in disbelief—you find it amusing how he seems to still find it improbable that anyone would like to spend longer than five minutes with al-haitham, let alone share a bedroom.

“are you really sure you want to do this? what could you possibly see in him? he’s the most aggravating individual i’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to,” kaveh eyes you in concern as you walk over and press a soft kiss to al-haitham’s forehead, earning himself an unimpressed glare from the scribe and making you giggle. 

“he is a bit aggravating,” you agree with a teasing glint, pinching al-haitham’s cheek as he scoffs, “but i think he’s just nice to me because i sleep with him.”

“that’s gross,” kaveh wrinkles his nose, “you had better not be doing anything i can hear from my room—that would be traumatic. although, it must be more traumatic for you,” he says with sympathy.

“if you don’t like it, you can simply move out,” al-haitham, shrugs, wrapping an arm around your waist. as much as you love your boyfriend—and you love him quite a bit, you can’t help but mourn the fact that constant bickering will now become a staple in your daily routine. 

“are you threatening me?” kaveh gasps before he turns to you with his finger pointing to al-haitham, “do you see? this is your future, i hope you know that. he’s much more unpleasant to live with, i’m warning you in advance—don’t say i didn’t try.”

“well, i’m sure he’ll be on his best behavior for me,” you grin, eyeing al-haitham playfully as your fingers weave into his hair, “otherwise, i’ll have to come sleep in your room when i’m mad at him.”

you think, for the first time ever, kaveh and al-haitham seem to agree on something as they both share a look of dread at your words.

pov: you write 3.8k words of build up for a plot just so you can write the last scene 😭

no bc literally i meant to write this as a drabble just so i could write that last scene bc i thought of it and giggled but then the plot just kept going and now we’re at 4.1k words like w h a t

[writinandcrying]

TMNT HEADCANONS - Taking naps with the turtles / having a sleepy S/O

As someone who has accidentally slept for 23 hours straight and literally has a nickname as “snooze” I’m obligated to do this (I tried to look for a cute / aesthetic gift but that pup is my spirit animal fr)

I’ve been digging how @oozedninjas does their Headcanons (as long with their writing, I seriously eat it up everytime yum yum yum)

as much as I love looooong Headcanons, sometimes I only have some blurbs going on in my mind, I also think this keeps things so dynamic, every interaction can be seen and everyone is happy yipee (I hope you don’t mind me using your writing style? Headcanon Set-up? Layout? as reference! Pls let me know if so, I’ll def take it out or reference you on new ones!)

English is not my first language and I didn’t proof read this, if there is any gramatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

• Isn’t the one for naps, lowkey thinks it’s a waste of time, he rather do activities with you! Time is precious! That being your hobbies or his, talking, playing games or reading, he has his mind set on it… until you flutter your lashes at him, giving him puppy eyes, and suddenly at the warm of your embrace, the way you hum over his plastron, how cute and serene you look… he starts questions himself, why haven’t you two done this sooner?

2003, 2012, Rottmnt Donnie

2003, MM Raph

2003, MM Mikey

All Leo’s (minus MM and rise) lmao

• Has been waiting for it. Since you two have been officially a thing, he has been patiently waiting for it. wants to do nap dates, casual napping after Sunday lunches, accidentally napping from watching a boring film, coming home late and you are tired? Lay on top of him babe, let him will take care of you 🫶🏼 adores the innocence of holding you close, caressing your skin as you caress him back, finally admiring your features while you sleep, he longs for it, absolutely eats it up

MM AND ROTTMNT LEO !!

2007, 2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse Mikey (keeping bayverse and 2012 still would be A Task (but anyways BOTH WANTS IT) 2007 is probably tired all the time bc of his gigs lol)

Bayverse, ROTTMNT RAPH !!!!

2007 and 2003 Donnie

• How come you are always this sleepy? This doesn’t make sense, something has to be wrong with your vitamins levels, have you been sleeping at night? Are you having nightmares? What kind of meds are you taking? Your sleep schedule and how you can just simply fall asleep everywhere is astonishingly worrisome, he will look into it

Take a wild guess (all versions)

Doctor feelings

• HE is the who Needs a nap. Drag him to his bed. Hold him close, put ambient music, kiss him softly and don’t let go.

2007 Leo, Future!Rottmnt Leo

2003, 2007, Future!Rottmnt DONNIE !

Future!rottmnt and Last Ronin Mikey

Future!Rottmnt, bayverse, 2007 Raph

Everyone in IDW-TMNT

Not a turtle, but Rottmnt Casey Jones

• can’t take naps (light sleeper or doesn’t want to mess their sleeping schedule) but enjoys you being by his side anyways, will give a dirty look to whoever makes loud noises next to you, tries to always save the most comfortable spots for you on movie nights, he knows you are bound to fall asleep. will takes embarrassing pics of you tho

Take another wild guess (all versions)

And another one (all versions as well)

Mm Donnie

[m1ckeyb3rry]

i’m so excited for your request event eek!! :DDD if you ever get the time, maybe micheal kaiser, but like post marriage? :O

── AIRPORT VISIT

Synopsis: You pick up your husband from the airport, finally reuniting with him after his long trip abroad.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Kaiser x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: married couple, lots of banter, talks about insurance??, kaiser hates blue lock but he has to secure the bag i fear 😔, probably ooc because this is an established relationship so he’s kind of sweet…consider it off screen development LMAO

A/N: hello my dear i’m so sorry this took me a sec to respond to!! kaiser is such a funky guy hehe i tried my best writing him in this type of scenario…i hope you like it 💖

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own. now closed!

The airport was colder than you had expected, and you wrapped the sweater you had stolen from Michael’s closet tighter around your shoulders, hiding the lower half of your face in it as you stared at the customs area. Your eyelids were heavy and threatened to droop shut entirely, but you had promised that you would come pick him up, and you didn’t want his first sight of you after almost a month to be you dozing off on your feet.

Shuffling over to a bench and suppressing a yawn when you realized it might still be a bit of time before he came out, you tucked your legs up next to you and leaned your head against the cool white wall beside you. Given the late hour, the airport was all but deserted, or at least as close to deserted as a place so constantly active could be. The steady drone of the air conditioning — which you wished they would turn down! — was mind-numbing, and despite yourself, you thought that it wouldn’t be so bad if you just closed your eyes for a moment. You wouldn’t sleep, you would only rest them so that you appeared cheery and bright when Michael finally arrived…

The next thing you knew, there was a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently awake. You shot to your feet, panic shooting through you at the thought that you were being attacked or something, but when you realized your ‘assailant’ was none other than your dear husband, who you had spent hours waiting for, you relaxed.

“You should’ve just stayed home,” he said, clicking his tongue at you, reaching out to ruffle your hair. His bags sat by his feet, and yawning, you picked one up. “Hey, is that my sweater?”

“Mhm,” you said as you traipsed towards where you had parked your car. “I like this one. I can’t believe I haven’t taken it before.”

He made a face at you. “Stop stealing my clothes.”

“There’s nothing stopping you from taking my things, if you’re bristling at the unfairness,” you said, unlocking the car and opening the trunk, helping him heft his things into the back to hasten the process.

“No thanks. Your clothes are ugly; that’s why you always have to take mine, right?” he said, pressing the button so that the trunk would shut. You yawned again, blinking your eyes open and shut a few times to clear your vision, shaking your head as you did so.

“You’re the one who buys half of them, so what does that say about your taste?” you said. “Yours are just more comfortable.”

“I can start buying you men’s clothes instead, since you insist on wearing them all of the time,” he said, snatching the keys from out of your pocket and sliding into the driver’s side before you could protest.

“Well, but it’s not the same,” you said. “Also, what are you doing? The whole point of me coming to pick you up was so that you didn’t have to drive and all. Aren’t you tired?”

“I just slept for an entire plane ride,” he said. “I’m as energetic as Ness when he gets his hands on espresso. You, on the other hand, will probably crash this car if you’re allowed to drive it, and then we’d have to deal with insurance, so I’d really prefer it if you just get in the passenger seat and leave this to me, because our agent is a bitch.”

“She’s not that bad,” you said. 

“Every day that I don’t have to call her is a good day,” he said. “Now, are you coming, or should I just leave you here?”

You scoffed even as you ducked into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt. “You should’ve left me behind. I could’ve caught a ride with Ness. I’m sure he’d be less mean about it.”

“Ha, ha,” Michael said. “That was so funny. Did you recently update my will to make yourself my sole benefactor? Because if so, you’re in luck. I just died. Died of laughter. I’m dead now, which means you’re a rich woman, Mrs. Kaiser.”

“Shut up, you overdramatic oaf,” you said.

“You’re so rude to the man who just made you wealthy,” he said, taking your hand and holding it to his lips as he pulled out of the airport parking lot. “I’m worth more than Ness. Don’t even joke about going with him again. He won’t give you anything when he dies. You’ll be left broke and unhappy.”

“Right, because your net worth is why I agreed to marry you,” you said. “No other reason.”

“That combined with my good looks and my amazing talent, I’m sure,” he said.

“Your humility was only a bonus,” you said. He dropped your hand and shot you a mock glare.

“Just remember who’s in control of this car! What if I crash it? Then you’ll regret everything!” he said.

“You’ll regret it more,” you said. “I’ll make you call the insurance agent.”

“What if I’m on my deathbed?” he said. “What if I’m bleeding out at the scene of the crash? What would you do then, huh?”

“I’d use your phone to call an ambulance, and I’d use mine to call the agent so that you could talk to her while we waited for help to come,” you said.

“Wow,” he muttered. “Cold. We haven’t seen each other in a month and this is how you’re treating me.”

“I did miss you,” you said, resting your temple against the cool glass of the window. “I wish you didn’t have to go all of the way to Japan every year to help out with that program.”

He sighed. “Believe me, if they paid even a dollar less, I wouldn’t. I hate those stupid Blue Lock bastards, and every time I have to interact with them, I lose ten years off of my lifespan. ”

“Oh, no,” you said. “Remind me when you’re about to run out completely. I’ll update your will, just in case.”

“Hilarious,” he deadpanned.

“Really, though, is there anyone you don’t complain about talking to?” you said. “At this rate, you’re not going to have very many years left at all. Will you leave me a widow so soon?”

He gave you a charming grin. “I like talking to you. That’s why I married you.

“Did those Blue Lock boys teach you about this kind of thing alongside soccer?” you said. “I don’t remember you being quite so smooth when you left. Was it Yoichi Isagi? You mentioned him a lot in your texts.”

“Y/N,” Michael said gravely. “I would strip naked, swim in a vat of acid, and then sleep with Don Lorenzo on a bed of nails before I would ever take advice from Isagi.”

“Poor Lorenzo,” you said, laughing at the mental image of what he was describing. “Why’d you throw him under the bus like that?”

“We took the same plane back from Japan,” he explained. “He had a layover here, so you could say he’s just a victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Jeez,” you said. “Alright, I get it. You just thought about me so frequently and fondly that you came up with these lines all on your own.”

“Exactly,” he said smugly. “I don’t need stupid Isagi to tell me how to impress you. Only I know how to do that, anyways, so why would I ask someone else for help?”

“Sorry for the suggestion,” you said as he pulled into the garage of our home. “And thank you for driving. If only your flight had been a little bit earlier! I really would have driven you back.”

“Next time,” he said, patting your head as he helped you out of the car. “Or I can call a taxi and you can just stay home from now on, so that neither of us are inconvenienced.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you,” you said with a pout, helping him bring his things inside. He smiled slightly, kissing your forehead with the utmost of delicacy.

“Just you being here is nice enough for me,” he said. “Don’t put yourself through so much trouble, okay? The knowledge that you’re waiting at home for me makes me happier than anything else ever could.”

“Okay,” you said reluctantly. “If you say so.”

“I do,” he said. “Let’s get you to bed now, alright?”

“You, too,” you said.

“I will, but on one condition,” he said.

“What?” you said.

“You take my sweater off,” he said. “It’s mine, seriously!”

“Looks like you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight, then,” you said.

“Y/N,” he whined, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You have me now. Aren’t I much warmer and better than a sweater?”

“Hm,” you said. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You guess so?” he said. “Fine. I guess I’ll just see myself back to Japan, then.”

“Don’t do that,” you said. “It’s too cold without you here, and lonely, too. I’ll even take the sweater off if you’ll stay.”

“You’re so unfair,” he said. “How am I supposed to say no to you? You can keep the stupid sweater.”

“And you?” you said. He pinched your cheek affectionately.

“I suppose you can keep me, too.”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

The idea of Lucifer time tracking back to Eden times. He meets Adam and falls in love, seeing and understanding how lonely and abounded Adam felt. He finally understands how much his actions hurt Adam and while he couldn’t intervene due to the possibility of losing Charlie, he tries to make up for it with himself.

Lucifer is able to travel back and forth between Eden and the ‘old hell’ where he begins to rebuild it.

Basically Lucifer becomes Adams friend while his other self is still sneaking around with Lilith.

Adam: you look like lucifer ?

Lucifer: ah, well that’s…I mean, I’m not ‘lucifer’ I’m somebody else.

Adam: why do you look like him then?

Lucifer: all angels are made to have some resemblance between them. For example Michael looks like Lucifer too, does he not?

Adam: yes he does…but lucifer said that’s because their twins and were born from the same star???

Lucifer: that’s right. I’m their elder brother! Yes! I was born before them, that’s why THEY look like me

Adam: oh okay. Then why haven’t Lucifer ever talked about you?

Lucifer: you see Adam…I did something bad

Adam: bad?

Lucifer: hmm. I did something father disapproved off and I was punished for it

Adam: punished?! Are you okay?

Lucifer: oh I’m fine now! Don’t worry about that!

Adam: that’s good. But where were you all this time?

Lucifer: part of my punishment was to be sent somewhere

Adam: where?

Lucifer: a…a place called hell. It is a dangerous place with very bad people.

Adam: and you were to watch over them?

Lucifer: um yes? I am the king of hell

Adam: so what is your name?

Lucifer: you can call me the devil

Adam eagerly tells Lilith and lucifer all about his new friend. At first Lilith is excited about this new Angel while lucifer is bewildered. Eventually they came to the conclusion Adam made ‘the devil’ up and begin to disregard him again. Even the other archangels don’t believe Adam when he talks about devil lucifer . Until one day when Lilith and lucifer are caught by heaven and Lilith is punished for refusing to be the mother of humanity (before eve was supposed to created) Devil Lucifer makes his presence known.

Lucifer: Adam does not need a new wife.

Sera: who…who are you?

Lucifer: why, I’m sure Adam told you y all about me

Michael: I suppose you’re the devil he speaks then?

Lucifer: I suppose so

Michael: leave this place! You are not welcome in Eden!

Lucifer: I am the King of Hell. You are no match for me, Michael.

Sera: what are you intentions with the first man?

Lucifer: he will be my queen.

Afterward the archangels return to heaven, leaving Adam, devil lucifer, archangel lucifer and Lilith still in Eden.

Adam is confused and hurt by everything. He is hurt by Lilith and archangel lucifer, and confused by devil lucifer. He runs away when devil lucifer tries to convince him to leave Eden and come to hell with him. This allows the two lucifers to meet.

Archangel lucifer is jealous and miffed.

Devil lucifer uses this opportunity to insult his old naive and stupid self lol

A rivery sparks between the two while Lilith is extremely confused over everything. Especially when she realises devil lucifer wants Adam, not her.

lol

Now we have a confused and scared Adam

A possessive yandera devil king lucifer

A jealous and second guessing his choices archangel lucifer

A pissed and jealous Lilith

Maybe Adam gets the best of both worlds or maybe he avoids both lucifers and lives his life peacefully in Eden.

Don’t know if eve would be made now. A new man would definitely have to be made due to devil lucifers involvement so eve could be made from the new man or Lilith eventually gets with the new man?

Wow the amount of drama!! I love it!

See, if Lilith and Angel Lucifer slept together already Charlie could still exist.

I think Eve would still be made and another man.

I just want Devil Lucifer and Angel Luicfer to fight over Adam LMAO. Devil Lucifer would feel more entitled to be with Adam I think? Both would be jealous for sure.

Maybe Adam would suggest being with both of them but THEY don't want to share HIM.

[myhaikyuuacademia]

Hi, I know it’s super cliche but I was wondering if I could get a one bed friends to lovers story with Jaime Reyes?

This request made me so happy lmao. I wrote so much for it. Sorry it's late!

How could I not? | Jaime Reyes x reader (Blue Beetle 2023)

Summary: we love one bed. We love a sprinkle of accidental confession. Warning: tired Jaime is clingy. Canon. A/N: I LOVE this lmao tysm

You and Jaime hadn’t been friends for very long when all of the Kord stuff happened, but you didn’t hesitate to offer letting him and his family stay at your apartment while their house was getting fixed. They didn’t end up taking you up on that, since Jenny also offered them their own apartment and they’d rather take that then inconvenience you, but it was a little cramped in that apartment (not that it wouldn’t have been at yours). Jaime complained about it all the time. Especially about how Milagro had been relentlessly teasing and annoying him about stuff. He didn’t specify what. Anyway, that’s how you found yourself on a Sunday evening opening the door to a kinda disheveled looking Jaime. “Oh. Jaime. What’s up?” You moved to the side, letting him enter your apartment. “Ugh.” He groaned. “I haven’t slept properly in ages. Between renovations, hero stuff and my family seemingly being more overbearing than usual, especially in a space so small I can’t escape them, it just. I can’t fucking sleep.” He ranted and then ran a hand over his face and hair. You just chuckled as you closed the door and walked further into your apartment. “So you came here to escape?” You sat down on the couch and looked up at him, standing before you, hesitating for a second whether to sit down or what to do before deciding to do so. “Yeah” He breathed out. “I guess.” You hummed, understandingly. “Well, my doors are always open for you.” Turning towards the tv, you grabbed the remote from your coffee table. “Wanna watch spiderman with me?” Jaime sighed and then grinned, “sure.”

He didn’t last 5 minutes.

You glanced over at him and noticed his closed eyes and deep relaxed breaths. Hesitant, you gave him a nudge, trying to wake him up. The couch, and the way he was sitting right now especially, would give him a sore back and neck if he continued sleeping like this. “Jaime.” You whisper-shouted. Another nudge, “Jaime!”. Groggily he murmured and tried to move out of the way so he could continue his sleep in peace. “Come on Jaime, go to bed.” You tried pulling on his arm to get him to stand up, but he barely moved. Instead he pulled you down, so you landed half on top of him and he buried his head in your neck, while his arms closed around your waist holding you close. You froze and your brain simultaneously short-circuited and erupted into chaos. His breath was warm and even on your skin and his hands so soft on the little bit of exposed skin between your top and pants. He didn’t seem bothered by the position you two found yourselves in, hell, he probably didn’t even notice. You were pretty sure he was immediately and fully asleep again. Meanwhile your heart was still beating as if to escape your chest.

“Jaime.” You tried again after you’ve had a while to compose yourself. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, it’ll be more comfortable.” No success. “Khaji-Da?” Last resort. You heard groaning, and felt Jaime moving ever so slightly. “Come on now, let’s get you to bed. I promise you can continue sleeping in just a second.” Carefully, you tried slipping out of his arms, standing up and holding your hands out in front of you to help him up. With a pout on his lips he looked at you through half-lidded eyes before taking your hands with an overly dramatic movement and you pulled him up rolling your eyes, laughing. You didn’t notice the way he smiled at that. One of his hands still in yours, you led him to your bedroom. “Go. Sleep.” You lightly patted him on his back in a shoving way to get him to go to your bed. Standing in the doorway with your arms crossed you were observing if he was doing what you’re telling him to. He was well on his way when he stopped, as if a sudden thought occurred. “What about you?” He turned around. His voice was raspy, still half-asleep. Your heart was racing again, and your face felt very hot suddenly. “W…” you cleared your throat. “What about me?” “Aren’t you going to sleep?” “Oh. I’ll just sleep on the couch it’s fine. Plus, we didn’t really get that far with the movie, so I can just finish it.” He didn’t seem to like that answer, by the way his brows furrowed and his pout came back. “I’m not stealing your bed and leaving you to sleep on your couch. Especially in your own apartment.” “You need sleep more than I do. It’s fine. Really.” You tried convincing him. A feeling of an old western stare down crept up on you. Like whoever blinked first, lost. “Come on Jaime, just go back to sleep.” You plead, head slightly tilted and puppy-dog-eyes. His eyes narrowed. He was going to strike a deal. Or a compromise. “I’ll only go to sleep if you go. And I’ll only sleep in your bed if you do. Wait that came out wrong.”

“Pffff.” You burst out laughing. Ignoring how flustered his proposal made you. This man was gonna be the death of you some day. “You sure?” you asked jokingly. “Fine, go to bed. I’ll turn off the tv.” You sighed playfully defeated and turned around. Your heart was doing the racy thing again at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Jaime. You groaned annoyed as you turned off the tv and lights and went back to the bedroom. For a second, you had considered staying in the living room and hoping he’d fallen back asleep, but he was stubborn and you knew that. There was no escape. And as predicted, he was sitting in your bed waiting, watching the door for you to come back. You noticed he was only wearing a t-shirt now, his sweater and pants on the floor next to him and it reminded you that you still had to change into your pajamas. Being around Jaime really saved you a lot of money on blush. You could tell he was watching you as you made your way over to your closet. If you wanted to, you could just go to the living room to change, or the bathroom. The question is, did you want to? Not really. You felt comfortable around Jaime, and you trusted him. And it’s not like you were about to get completely naked. And honestly, he probably might just look away anyway. So you took of your pants first, to put on some shorts, and then your top, to put on a flowy shirt. All the while your back was turned to your bed. You might have heard a “shut up Khaj” from behind you but you weren’t sure. Okay, maybe in hindsight it did make you feel a bit embarrassed and flustered to change in front of him. When you turned around, Jaime was staring at the wall in front of him very intently, and with a very red face.  Pressing your lips together to contain your facial expression you made your way over to the other side of the bed. “Happy now?” You asked as you sat down next to him, pulling the blanket on top of you. “uhuh.. hmm. Yeah” He was still looking straight ahead and avoiding your eyes. “Jaime.” You called out softly. This made his head turn. “Go to sleep.” You grinned. He only rolled his eyes in response and shook his head in mock-exasperation. But for some reason you couldn’t move your eyes, or stop your lips from smiling, and you kept looking at him. At his pretty, pretty face, with his soft, soft hair. His lips, that had been breathing into your neck just minutes earlier. His beautiful brown eyes that you found staring back at yours. In just a second, a tension had built up and the energy in the room completely changed. You licked your lips nervously.  What now? Neither of you dared to move. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing at this point. You felt the urge to say something, but you didn’t know what. Your mind was wiped completely empty. Jaime’s eyes were the first to flicker down to your lips.

And then his phone made a sound. You almost jumped apart, and he dizzily looked you up and down before turning around to grab his phone. His attention elsewhere and his eyes no longer on you, you remembered to breathe. Turning to face away from him, instead facing the wall he had been looking at so meticulously earlier you glid down so you were no longer sitting and let your covers almost swallow you whole. As if they could protect you from the fire you felt inside. You heard him setting his phone down again, and the rustling of the duvet when he laid down as well. You felt him looking at you. Did you dare look at him?

No.

“Good night, y/n.”

Only then you glanced over at him. “Good night Jaime.” You whispered, before looking back up at the ceiling.

By the sound of his breathing, he fell asleep soon after. Something you were, so very far away from at this moment. Your whole body was tense and your mind was going a mile a minute. You were acutely aware of his presence, his face just a couple inches to your side. There was no way you could calm down enough to fall asleep with him in your bed, next to you. You turned to face away from him, hoping it’d give you some sense of distance between you two. After some brainstorming you figured your best bet was to sneak out on to the couch once you were sure it wouldn’t wake him up. Well, that’s what you would’ve done, if you weren’t suddenly wrapped in Jaime’s arms literal seconds before you would have tried sneaking out. “Stay.” He murmured sleepily, face buried in your back. “Wh..” slipped out of your mouth as you tensed up, caught off-guard. “Khaj.” He answered your unspoken question, his hands around your waist. You had two choices. Give in, or not. You gave in.

Surprising how fast you can fall asleep when you’re in the arms of someone you l- When you’re in the arms of someone. Period.

You woke up still in his arms, and it made you feel all warm inside. Though, face-to-face now, with your face buried in his neck for a change. “Morning.” His voice was hoarse, though it sounded liked he had been for a while already. You didn’t feel like talking yet, so you just wrapped your arms around him tighter and buried your face in his shoulders more. Suddenly shy. One of his hands moved from your back to stroke your hair. This, you thought, is a moment you wished you could stay in forever. “You want some breakfast?” Jaime asked. “mmhm” you declined. “I only want to stay in bed with you.” He chuckled at that and started playing with your hair, wrapping strands around his fingers. “And to think just a few hours ago you tried to sneak out.” He teased. Your face scrunched up. “hmmh” you mumbled, “well, I changed my mind. Now you have to come over every night so I can fall asleep.” You weren’t completely serious when you said it, but Jaime just replied with a “Deal.” There was a content silence after this. He continued playing with your hair and you continued holding him. “Do you think trees get sad when their leaves fall off?” This came completely unprompted and so sudden it made you laugh. “Jaime what the fuck.” You pulled away to look at him, amused. He looked at you so full of love your brain stuttered. “I…” You trailed off. “No. If they’re capable of enough thought to be sad about it, I think they know the leaves will come back.” “But they won’t be the same leaves.” His fingers that were weaving through your hair before now began tracing invisible patterns on your skin. “Do you get sad when you get a haircut? I imagine it’s the same way.” You replied sincerely. He seemed to think about it before his face scrunched up. “I’d be sad if I got a buzzcut yeah.” You burst out laughing. After you calmed down you started running one of your hands through his hair. “I’d be sad if you got a buzzcut, too.” But I’d still love you.

“But I’d still love you.”

You didn’t even notice you said it out loud, the thought itself stunned you and made your hand stop playing with his hair for a second before you managed to get it moving again. You completely forgot about your face, so the shock was still seared into it. Eyes wide, looking at your hand in his hair, focusing on it, as if combing through his hair was the most difficult thing to do, just so you didn’t have to look into his eyes.

“You love me?”

Your hands halted and your eyes met his. “What?”

“You… love me?” he repeated in the same soft and unbelieving voice, barely above a whisper.

“What?” you felt like a broken record.

“You said you would still love me.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

In a way this situation was like the one yesterday, before his phone went off. Both of you staring at each other, not saying a word. But the energy was so different. He was waiting for you to say something, it seemed, to confirm or deny, but you didn’t know what to say. There are two wolves inside of you. So you stayed completely frozen instead. There was no phone ‘ding’ to save you this time. It was getting uncomfortable, neither of you saying anything. Your fight or flight instinct was begging for you to run. Instead, almost out of your control, your mouth opened, as if to say something. But then you remembered you had no idea what to say. “yes.” Oh. I guess we’re going with that. This seemed to break you out of your spell, you turned around, out of his arms, out of the bed, you got up. “Sorry.” “What? Why are you apologizing?” Jaime asked. Your back turned towards him you heard him move. Flight was kicking in, and you were well on your way out the bedroom when he managed to grab your arm and keep you from moving further away. “I love you!”

You stood still. Then you turned around. “I love you too.” Jaime said again, this time adding the ‘too’. “So you don’t have to apologize.” It was a little funny, if you were honest. The way he was half kneeling on your bed half standing on the floor, holding your wrist and telling you he loved you in just his shirt and underwear. “You do?” “Yeah. Of course. Of course I do, how could I not?” He said it so earnestly, it made you want to laugh because he was still in that weird position. “You do.” No longer a question. You stepped closer with a smile. “You love me.” Grinning now. “You love me.” He just repeated. Spiderman pointing meme. You nod. And then you kiss him.

[lovelyiida]

hii!! i just found ur blog (rlly cute theme btw) and I wanted to submit a fluff or smut (or both idk) letter w bakugo please

hope u have a good day or night and remember to rest ☺️

@esloao requests: could you do both letters involving bakugo when he miss reader while they're separated?

YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVE THIS BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE THIS but this is the first smut that I’ve ever written LMAO.

INCLUDES: PRO-HERO BAKUGO X fem CIVILIAN READER

WARNINGS: vulgar language, implied fem reader, smut, fluff

FLUFF! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED it feels as if all odds are against you. The days pass, each one longer than the other. You felt as if another part of you was missing from your soul, and the rest of you was functioning on autopilot— no one told you how hard it is to date a pro-hero…

Let alone that pro-hero being the #2 ranked hero in the country.

Depending on the urgency of the mission, Bakugo would regularly call you. Around two-three times a day. One in the morning, one at work, and one at night.

Your co-workers would see how you beamed at your phone when the call log showed your boyfriend's name. A light squeal would slip from your mouth as your scurry away from your post to answer the phone call.

Most of the phone conversations would consist of your boyfriend asking you if you slept/ate well. And if you haven’t done any of those things he’ll cuss you out immediately.

Or when you’d tell him how your day was, telling him how stressful work was. He’d tell you you get some rest…knowing you won’t but it’s the thought that counts.

Sometimes, most of the phone calls are of you just being nosy— you regularly ask your boyfriend what he’s doing for his mission, regardless of how “top secret” the mission was supposed to be.

“What? So you go to the area to find no hostages and it was all a false call?” You say, confused and irritated at the news your partner tells you.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe the top agency, left my girl all alone at home for a week! Just for this bullshit,” your boyfriend snarled. You become warm at his sweet undertone of words.

“I mean- this is a high school level scenario, I swear we must be getting punked–“

“Does this mean you’re coming home early?” You coo. This makes Bakugo chuckle on the other line.

“Yes baby, hold your horses I’ll be there later.”

SMUT! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED things can get carried away when you finally see each other again.

You sit on the couch, waiting impatiently, staring— burning holes into the front door of your shared home. You missed him so much, you needed him so bad.

Not to get sentimental, but every day you spend with him feels like your last. Dating a pro-hero takes mental strength. Knowing that the person you wake up next to might not make it to kiss you goodnight is heartbreaking to think about.

It was a harsh ideology to accept, and you still haven’t accepted it.

So every time you hear those keys jingle, and every time you watch that door open to see your loving boyfriends' amber eyes shoot around the room to be met with yours. You immediately jump at him, holding onto him like if you looked away for one mere second he’d disappear.

And every. single. time. your boyfriend comes home, this leads to the best sex you’ve ever had.

Legs hitched behind your head as your loving boyfriend pounds into you, each thrust burning so lustfully.

Sweat dripping from his forehead and onto yours, your loud breathy moans, and his heavy grunts filled the room like a thick fog.

There was no time for words, only action.

His eyes looked into yours, staring into your tear-glazed eyes and through to your soul. His hands clawed onto the back of your thighs, deep moans with each thrust.

Your arms shakily wrapped around his neck, nails digging deep into his scalp as you loudly moan, sloppily thrusting your hips forward for more pleasure.

“Y’missed me, baby?” He growled the loud slaps of your skin against his acting as beats of silence, which only makes you shiver.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, licking your dry lips you try your best you look at him, but your eyes roll back and shut as you let out another wanton moan.

“You missed taking my dick didn’t ya?” Bakugo leans down, applying more pressure to your legs. Now his hard thrusts slow into his pelvis slowly rolling into your wetness.

Your eyes shoot open, you squeal as your boyfriend hits those bundles of nerves he knew he needed to hit. Letting out a gasp, your arms shoot from his neck and start to crawl at his back.

“Mhm!” You shake your head rapidly, as all you hear is the heavy breathing between the two of you.

“Mm thought so” Bakugo growls in your ear. Your boyfriend continues to roll his hips, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Y-y’know, every fuckin time I leave here…all I think about is you and my pussy” He says.

My?

The simple word that left his mouth makes you clench so hard— it makes the both of you breathless, you hear your boyfriend let out a loud moan.

“Shit, you like that? You like your pussy only belonging to me, honey?” He moans, you couldn’t even speak anymore.

“You like knowing that this is my pussy and only mines? You love how I make my pussy feel s’good?” He growls in your ear, he stops his grinding only to reposition himself. Growling, he slowly pulls out—soon slamming his length back in.

This makes you scream out.

“Katsuki!” Tears stream down your face, the makeup you put on today melting off with ease.

Now, every thrust was rough with no intention of stopping.

“Fuck, Y/n!” He whimpers, head touching yours as he sloppily peppers kisses all over your face.

“Katsuki I’m gonna f’kin…cum,” eyes rolling back as your head slams onto the soft pillow.

“Yeah? Your gonna cum using your dick?” He whispers, eyes rolling back as he nears his end as well.

“Yes, I’m gonna cum using my dick” you moan out. Bakugo lets out a half-chuckle, reaching down to caress your face with his warm hands. He places a warm, soft kiss on your lips.

Looking at his face, you notice that he was teary-eyed as well. The eyeliner he used for his hero work smears as tears trickle down his cheeks.

“I love y-you,” Bakugo breathes out. This makes your breath hitch.

Bakugo is the type to rarely say those three words. He doesn’t take these words lightly. So you knew that when he meant it, he meant it.

“I love you too, Katsuki” you whimper giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Soon taking a hand from his back to caress his face.

You knew that you saying his first name was his weak spot. As you could tell by the way his hips stuttered and his eyes slowly roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m cummin, fuck!”

Bakugo soon thrusts at a lethal pace, the only sound in the room was the slapping of your skin. As the both of you reach climax, orgasming hard and silent.

Time goes by as Bakugo collapses on top of you, bodies rising and falling as the only sounds are the pace of your slow breaths. You hold on tight to Bakugo, tears still streaming down your face as you revel in the moment.

You missed Katsuki, and he missed you too.

RRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! FIRST SMUT EVER LETS GO

I hope you liked this, I’m sorry if it’s cringey but I thought I did good, please let me know how I did or this will loom over my existence for the rest of my life :)

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

[eddiemunching]

I need some enemies to lovers type but it happens during hate sex, loosely based off of a friends with benefits relationship.

It’s very heavily just Eddie and reader speaking angrily towards each other with sex happening in the background lmao. NOT PROOFREAD IM SORRY

Warnings: 18+ !!!! swearing, slut shaming, degrading, hate sex, Eddie is kind of mean sorry but he makes up for it, unprotected sex!

The Start Of Something - Eddie x Reader

Eddie made sure to give you hell. Reminding you that no one else could do this for you like he could. Punctuating the fact that, despite you coming to him to make yourself feel better, he could use you back. Mumbling many curses and praises while still pounding roughly into you.

“I wonder who taught you how to take dick so well.” Eddie chuckled softly. “I’d love to pat him on the back”

All you could do is respond with pants and muffled whimpers, attempting to push back against Eddie with shaking legs. “I’m so glad I found a way to shut you up, it’s a nice break from listening to your snarky comments.” Eddie hovered above your ear.

“You’re talking too much.” You mustered out in between deep breaths.

“I can tell you’re enjoying this.” He grunted into your skin. “I feel you tighten up every time a word leaves my lips, you slut.”

“I’m-m not a slut.” You spat out. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “How do you explain the threesome we had with Steve. You took two dicks and still wanted more.”

“I just like to keep busy.” You replied, pushing your ass back against Eddie to match his pace.

“Is that what you tell Steve every time you sneak back to me?”

“It’s not like he’s my boyfriend — or you.” You stop. “I can do what I want.”

“So you’re just gonna find someone to fuck every time you get heartbroken.”

“You’re lucky you were available when I needed it.” Smacking sounds are the only background to the heated conversation, echoing loudly behind your harsh words. “I talk to plenty of guys.”

“No one’s doing it like me, sweetheart.” Eddie barks back. “There’s a reason you still come here while you’re dating one of those guys you talk to.”

“Do you want me to regret coming here, the only pussy you can get?” You pretended to move out of the position you were currently in, chest pressed to the bed and your hips held in place by Eddie’s rough hands. “I’m sure Steve, or maybe even Billy, would come pick me up if I asked.”

Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened at the mention of the other men he knew you were very familiar with. “You better hope, for your sakes, your future husband is okay with whoring you out like this. I know you’d die without all the extra attention fucking multiple men gives you.”

“I know I’m your dream girl, Munson.” You string out his name with a teasing tone. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Enlighten me.”

“You’re the only one I’ve been with in the past six months.” You lifted your head up. “I never even slept with Billy, it was a stupid rumor. Steve is cute but he’s too nice and gentle.”

“We both know gentle isn’t your scene.” He makes sure to pull you flush against his skin, in the deepest position possible. “It’s a shame you’re just a toy to me.”

You knew he was winding you up, getting you flustered enough to admit even more revealing secrets that he would use against you next time. “If that’s the case, why haven’t you dated anyone?”

He stopped his movements altogether, still inside you. “What?”

“You can’t seem to find a girlfriend.” You said, turning your head to meet Eddie’s eyes with your own. “Why is that?”

“You think I have time when you’re constantly on my ass begging to be fucked all the time?”

“I don’t think that’s the real reason.” You pull yourself off of Eddie slowly, maintaining eye contact. Pushing him on his back, you climb on his thighs to straddle him before letting him sink in again. “You like me, right?”

“How can I like a slut like you?” He seethed through his teeth. “You’re not exactly girlfriend material.”

“Are you saying guys won’t like me because I’m used?” You said, still riding him at a slow pace.

“Exactly, what do you think slut means.” He grinned at you.

“If I recall correctly.” You paused. “You did this to me.”

“Yeah?” He continued to smile. “I ruined you?”

His hands fell to your waist, moving you faster and putting himself back in control. “You fuck me too good, can’t go to anyone else.”

Satisfied with your answer, Eddie moved his hands to your face, gently moving hair out of your eyes and forehead. “I’m glad only I get to see tears running down your pretty face.” He said, finishing deep inside of you with no warning.

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked curiously as Eddie cleaned you up with a soft towel, patting your sweat up and mess up.

“You’re the prettiest.” He said fixing your hair. “Always have been.”

[joshusten]

love me in spite (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy and Honey get into an argument early into their relationship.

(angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff)

3k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: swearing, arguing, insecurities, overthinking, breakdowns, descriptive?? crying?? I think??, idk they’re both having a bad time. probably a lot of grammatical errors lmao. also honey is implied to be empowered!!]

Honey doesn't remember the last time they felt like this, but they’ve always known their personality would bite them in the ass someday.

“Aww, is my beloved mad again? Oh, pray tell, which heinous crime did I commit this time, officer? Robbery? Public indecency?” Guy stroked his chin, pretending to rack up his mind on any possible offense he could have made. “Hm…jaywalking?"

“Guy.”

“Oh! Or maybe—just maybe—it was wanting my ever-so-affectionate lover to stop their pretty head from fussing over me?”

"Guy, can’t you take this seriously for once?” 

“But I am! It’s just not that big of a deal, baby! Look, a manuscript can’t just write itself, y’know? Especially one with a little flair from yours truly!”

“You haven’t slept properly for days now, you work overnight most of the time, and on your days off you pull all-nighters writing!” 

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

“Well, this one’s more serious! I haven’t even seen you eat a proper meal and anything I offer you gets left out cold!”

They continued to have a back-and-forth confrontation, voices raising and words getting crueler as time goes on, with both parties not intending to back down anytime soon. Honey thought it was the first time they ever heard Guy let out an actual annoyed scoff and they noticed the slightest change in his demeanor. 

“Jesus, Honey. Of all the times you can finally act like you care for me, why now? Hm?” There was a playful smile on his face. It almost made them believe he was still joking around but his words were laced with an unmistakable annoyance.

But something inside Honey snapped. Their chest tightened at the thought of their partner thinking they didn’t care. They felt themselves flinch from the comment and Guy seemed to notice that too as his smile drops. “Shit. Honey, I didn’t–”

“I’m–,” They scrambled to get their bag, keys, wallet, anything they would need because they just want to be anywhere but here.“I’m going out. Let’s finish this later. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

They didn’t mean that. Didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. Then again, they don’t mean to sound so harsh most of the time but end up doing so either way. Grumpy. Mean. Intimidating. A common descriptor from most people. But Guy wasn’t like most people. ‘Unless,’ they think, ‘That was just a lie you told yourself to believe in.’

Honey shuts the door behind them, leaving the building and the warmth of their partner.

The pain in their chest almost distracts them from the exhaustion currently catching up to their body after a long day. They can feel the telltale signs of a migraine coming as they rub their temples gingerly with one hand, the other guiding the steering wheel. ‘Damn, it started to rain too. What a great way to lighten the mood,’ they think bitterly. Their mind eventually goes back to the fight earlier.

“Of all the times you finally can act like you care for me, why now? Hm?”

They do care. They care for him so much it scares them . He knows that, right? Even if they groan at his flirtatious quips and innuendos or if they grumble at his (very creative) attempts to give them as many hugs and kisses as they would allow, he knows that that’s just how they are, right? 

Maybe that wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe that never was enough to begin with. Maybe Guy finally realized he deserves better than an ill-tempered partner who doesn’t even know how to properly show any affection to their own fucking boyfriend.

A sharp car horn snaps them out of their thoughts. Shit, it’s a green light. They continue to drive until they see the familiar soft glow of a nearby 7-Eleven sign despite the persistent rain. 

Honey's entrance was signaled with the chime of the bell above the glass door. It’s relatively empty save for what they recognize to be a few D.A.M.N. students buying some late-night study snacks. Walking through the aisles while the pop song they heard their partner hum before softly plays in the background, slowly but surely calming them down. Muscle memory makes Honey reach for Guy’s favorite snack and they wonder how he’s doing. 

---

Guy doesn't remember the last time he felt like this, but he’s always known his personality would bite him in the ass someday.

Sure, he and Honey had their disagreements, but they were all accompanied by playful slaps and teasing laughter. Never had it gotten to the point of an actual argument that caused them to spit such venom toward each other like the one they just had. 

“I’m going out. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

The door closes and Honey leaves, bringing the warmth of their shared apartment with them. Guy lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to get to work. He wordlessly distracts himself by cleaning the living room—picking up stray plastic chip bags, vacuuming crumbs that settled on the cheap shag carpet, and fixing up the pillows on the couch that he’s been nesting on for the past few days while he works on the final draft of the project he was writing. 

Piles of paper littered their second-hand coffee table. Every inch is covered in Post-it notes and wrinkled pieces of paper filled with ideas that he had haphazardly scribbled in an attempt to record them before it leaves his mind. Most of them, he recalls, are just random doodles of spirals and honeybees that he absentmindedly drew as he was typing away on his laptop. The spaces left exposed on the table were adorned with faded mug rings on the old dark oak wood.

He tries to compile them into a neater collection, pausing as he notices a doodle he made of his Honey. It was far from a masterpiece, but the cute cartoony style paired with heavily exaggerated furrowed brows in order to replicate their partner’s usual expression pulls a smile from his lips. There was even a jumbled-up line inside a small text bubble next to it to symbolize the adorable grumbles they always make. 

Fuck, he misses them so fucking much.

A sudden wave of exhaustion almost makes him drop the stack of papers he’s holding and it dawns on him how much he really has been neglecting his own health for this project. The stress of trying to find a job where he can utilize his degree and finally get out of that godforsaken pizza place has been taking a toll on him. All Honey was trying to do was for him to take a break that he so desperately ( and, he embarrassingly admits, unknowingly ) needed. And he just treated it like some silly joke. Granted, it really was because he wasn’t used to being coddled after, but, it definitely wasn’t an excuse to dismiss their worries like that. 

The guilt builds up in Guy’s throat like bile. He feels worse now, especially considering how much they struggle with expressing themselves like that to him in general, even if they don’t say it aloud.

He finishes cleaning up but the restlessness doesn’t leave him as time passes by with no word from his partner. Maybe this is it? Maybe he fucked it all up like always? Maybe they finally came to their senses and got fed up with him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to think he was a bit too much. Too chaotic, too irritating, too overwhelming. He ever minded those comments in the first place, but the thought of Honey possibly thinking like that too makes him sick. 

It’s getting late and he can hear the rain outside get louder. The anxiety that has been settling in their stomach flares up. He reaches for his phone to message them before concluding they might not want to be bothered right now. Shit, he’s feeling a little sluggish. 

Guy begrudgingly trudges to the wardrobe of their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. He glances over as he pulls a familiar-looking hoodie from the hanger. Their double bed, adorned with a pizza plushie that Honey had given to him as a joke gift, was more inviting than usual. Maybe he should just take a rest and go to sleep. 

No, no, no, they might want some space from that too. Guy wants to talk this out with them instead of sleeping it out. If this persists, he isn't sure how his poor heart could take it. He ultimately decides to go back to the couch, stay up, and (at the very least) greet them when they come back. 

If they come back. God, please come back.

What if they don’t?

The thought felt like a mere whisper in his head but it left him numb. Guy's aware of his tendency to overthink but before he knew it, he was lying down on his side, hand clamped to his mouth as he forced his eyes shut. He lets out a quiet sniff. His breath hitches. Then he hears himself choke out a small sob. 

Then another.

And another. 

And another.

The dam breaks, his eyes water and he heaves as much air as he can into his lungs. It suddenly became a struggle to breathe and it definitely became a struggle to calm the ugly thoughts that plague his mind. Shaky, broken sobs fill the room, he cringes at how pathetic it sounds.  He hates this. He hates this feeling. Just come back, I’m sorry.

After what felt like hours, his sniffles slowly died down. With heavy eyes and a heavier heart, he finds himself drowsy from all the crying. The hot tears streaming down his face had begun to dry, but, the warmth on his cheeks reminds him of his Honey and the thought of them finally lulls him to sleep.

---

Honey returns, a little haggard but with a calmer mind. The drive around Dahlia and their quick run to the local convenience store definitely helped lighten their mood but the guilt still followed them around like a shadow. Shaky hands find their way to the lock of their shared apartment and Honey opens to a dim living room, with the forgotten hanging bulbs from the kitchen barely providing a sense of light. They noticed the place was tidier than they remembered.

It was eerily quiet, as well. The wrinkling sound of the paper bag that they were holding filled the room.

"Guy?" Fuck, they can hear their voice getting wobbly. 

"I'm home. You there?" A shift from the room was all they heard accompanied by a sniffle. Honey suddenly becomes hyper-aware of the soft snores matching the rise and fall of a figure on the couch.

They couldn't really explain why their heart started to pound with their pulsating headache. Why they made a beeline inside their apartment. Why they started to get down on their knees in the living room despite the protests of their tired body. Why their chest sank deeper as they saw their partner all bundled up on their battered couch. 

They don't miss the frown on his face and his tear-stained cheeks.

Fuck. Tears? Guy was crying? 

Honey quietly (urgently) sets down the paper bag from their grasp and slowly places a hand on his shoulder, patting it ever so gently.

"H-hey? Guy, what are you doing over here?" They noticed how cold they felt to the touch and remembered their thermostat wasn't working that well. "It's freezing. You're freezing. "

After a few gentle pats and caresses (and reminders of how it's cold here, the bed is warm. Take it, please. ) Guy manages to blearily open his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness and the few tears that managed to slip.

Cute. His eyes are so cute. Honey would have thought if their mind wasn't filled with thoughts and questions. Why was he sleeping on the couch? Was he waiting for me? He didn't need to do that. Why was he crying? Did he cry himself to sleep? Was it because of me?

Did I do this?

"Honey?" Guy's voice croaked and Honey's heart aches after hearing how hoarse it was. It aches a little more to see him smile at them despite the argument they had earlier.

"You're back…" he mumbles, slightly adjusting his body to prop himself up with his arm. He was wearing their hoodie again.

"Guy, why are you sleeping here? It's cold," they repeated, the worry in their tone becoming more and more evident. 

This had Guy fully sitting up, giving his full attention to their Honey with a slight grin that was preparing to give out a smug reply before dropping his smile and deciding otherwise. If he noticed that their eyes were starting to get just as glassy as his, he didn't mention it. “I-I mean, you’re…mad, right? I thought you’d want some more space from me or something…” 

“N-no! I mean, yeah, thank you for that but that doesn't—” Honey cuts themselves off with a groan. Why can’t I just say what I want to say? What do I even want to say? Guy immediately notices their partner’s frustration and sits down beside them.

“Hey, hey, it's okay. You’re okay, Honey,” he says with a reassuring smile and slowly raises his hand near their cheek, “Can I touch?” 

Honey immediately nods, almost melting at Guy’s warm hands. The familiar calluses from working countless graveyard shifts and delivery jobs all over Dahlia for Max’s kept them grounded. They notice a newly formed bump on the ring finger of his dominant hand from the number of handwritten notes he’s been doing recently.

After a few moments of soft breaths and the sound of Guy's rough thumb gently gliding across their cheek, Honey let out a weak laugh but the words that followed were by no means a joke to them. “You’re so good for me.” Too good. I don’t deserve you. 

It was Guy’s turn to let out a confused chuckle. He felt anything but good to them at the moment.

“What do you mean by that, hon?” He caresses their cheek and he forgets how much his chest hurts when his Honey leans into his touch. “Hey, c’mon. Do you…do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Honey nods once more. "I'm…I'm sorry," they choke out as if the words got caught up in their throat. Everything was overwhelming again. The sound of the remains of the rain, the ticks of the wall clock, and most of all, Guy's unwavering attention to them. They avoid his gaze. 

"I know that…I'm…I dont have the most…pleasant attitude," The nervousness in their tone was obvious but the quick squeeze of their hand from their partner was enough for them to go on. "And I know that you didn’t mean that. About me…not caring,” They felt him give another squeeze, a bit tighter than the last. “Fuck, god knows you’ve put up with me long enough for me to know you wouldn’t mean that.” 

Honey manages to finally look him in his eyes again, they think it's their favorite color. “I…I just don’t know why I act like this. Why can't I just…care for you in a normal way.”

“Oh, Honey…” 

“I’m just so fucking sorry. I really, really care for you, please know that,” they sob out. Guy thinks he’s never seen them this vulnerable. His arms slowly circle and stop around their body as if he was waiting for their permission but Honey beats them to the embrace, burying their head on his chest. He knows they can hear his heart speed up.

“Hey, I know, I know,” The hands that were once on his partner's cheeks find their way to their back, rubbing circles and tracing shapes. “I’m really sorry for what I said too. The stress from work and writing these past few days is catching up but please don’t let that ever be an excuse for me to talk like that, especially to you and especially if it makes you think of all these lies.”

“And all this talk about…caring for me in the ‘normal’ way. Don’t say that.” Guy slowly pulls away to tilt his partner's chin up for their eyes to meet again. The way his Honey looked so distressed was a sight he decided he never wants to see again. “What matters is that I know you care and I want you to know that the way you show it is… fuck, I’ve never felt so cared for like this until you, Honey. Okay?”

“I’ll work…on not neglecting my health too. If it weren’t for you, I might’ve actually collapsed from exhaustion,” he adds, lips upturned into a sheepish smile. “So, thank you.”

Guy isn’t prepared for the way their Honey finally graced him with a soft smile. He’s had them laugh and grin at his…eccentric behavior before, but this smile held so much fondness and sincerity (directed towards him of all people! ) that made this moment all the more intimate. 

I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack. He doesn't recall having butterflies for lunch but he definitely feels them flutter up and about in his ribcage. He wants to treasure this moment. He wants to treasure them.

Honey looks down, uncharacteristically flustered and Guy’s heart soars again. “Thank you,” they whispered. “For that.”

“Of course, Honey. Though, I must say,” he grins. “Although your methods of conveying your love for me are a bit… unconventional , you could say I’m on the more bizarre side, too. I guess we make a perfect match after all then, don't we?”

Honey snorts, a reaction that's endearingly familiar to him and he smirks even wider. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“Well, for the record, if anybody here is fucking stupid, it would be you!” Guy shoots back, “Hi, hello, I’m stupid, by the way, ehh– Ow, ow, ow!”

The pair continues to laugh and banter at each other like before, but, as they comfortably settle down to cuddle on the couch, they both don’t miss the way the grip on their entangled hands tightened for the slightest bit.

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hope you enjoyed!! please let me know if i had any mistakes or just some feedback in general!! i kinda wanna continue doing these kinda stuff :DD

[webslingingslasher]

I'm craving angst right now. like I want my heart to hurt. probably sounding insane right now lmao. brb I'm gonna read your fics to feel the hurt. hope you're doing well <3

does this work? i almost teared up reading this, my brother is going through a really tough break up so this hits different (taylors version.)

You know what part of a break up they never talk about? 

They prepare you for the heartache, and it goes beyond what anyone could try to prepare you for. It’s a pain you’ve never felt before, it was weird experiencing such intense emotional pain it caused physical pain. Everything hurt, your knees were wobbly but your feet felt like lead. Your head was dizzy and painful, your chest was tight and burning, your stomach was in knots. 

It was the worst six weeks of your life. You’d never wish it on anyone, not even your worst enemy, no human should ever experience something that agonizing, ever. 

But the real kicker, the real true gut wrenching, awful, excruciating thing about a break up? 

Is watching them move on. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the gut punch you felt when you saw Peter holding hands with another girl, the air left your lungs entirely. You clawed at your throat gasping for air, you felt like you were about to pass out. 

Because it hit, reality hit. 

Peter wasn’t yours. 

He wasn’t yours anymore and you can’t pretend he would come back, he may have broken up with you but there was always that silent prayer that he’d come back, begging for a second chance, pleading that he didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t mean it. 

That would never happen, he has someone else now. 

Someone who’s going to touch him like you did, someone who’s going to feel like arms tracing down your body like he did, someones who’s going to laugh at him like you did, someone who’s going to hold his hand and kiss his face and give him hugs and play with his hair and wear his clothes and go on dates and feel his skin. 

Someone’s who's going to love him like you do. 

It wasn’t right, you felt betrayed, how could he do this? 

Doesn’t he know he’s not supposed to move on until both people fall out of love? 

Doesn’t he know you’re never going to fall out of love? 

You feel like you’re about to have a panic attack, how did he do it? How did he just leave it all behind? How can he act like it didn’t affect him too, like the meteor strike didn’t hit? 

You need to go home, you need to go home and crawl into bed and not leave until you can mentally prepare yourself enough to see him, see him with another girl. 

See him happy. 

Didn’t he know you were supposed to be the one that made him happy? 

He was the one that made you happy, you haven’t smiled in months. 

Peter left and took your joy with him, he’s given it to someone else now. 

You feel your legs move but you’re not in control, flight is taking control and you’re backpedaling out of the school doors, you take yourself all the way home and curl under the blankets, nothing feels right or normal or fine. 

And no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop watching them hold hands, can’t stop seeing Peter’s thumb swipe across the back of her hand like he did yours, six weeks ago. Even the tears seeping out couldn’t blur the vision. 

You wanted to text him. 

You’d imagine what you’d say. 

How did you move on so quickly? 

Do you ever miss us? 

Why did it happen like that? 

What happened to us? 

Did the love affair maim you too? 

I haven’t slept since that Tuesday you ended it. 

No, they wouldn’t bring closure, and you needed that, didn’t you? 

You pick up your phone, his contact still has a heart by it.

 The day you erase it is the day you die.

You give in, maybe if he knows how much you’re willing to change it’ll work. 

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy anymore, but I tried.’ 

‘I know you did.’ 

You didn’t need to say anything else, he already did. 

It wasn’t enough. 

[fluorenaliy]

Levi ackermen x scared!reader

Words count: 880

Tags: Levi ackermen x fem!reader, sfw, boyfriend levi.

S/T : I wrote this when I couldn't sleep at night when I watched a scary video about screaming ghosts LMAO

It was late at night and the Survey Corps building was filled with sleepy silence, but Captain Levi did not taste this peace. He was still working on the pile of papers on his desk while drinking a cup of tea to help him concentrate, but his concentration was broken by a knock on the door of his room.

Levi raised an eyebrow, who would come to his private room at this late hour?. Well come to think of it there is only one person who does this...it's you.

"come in"

Levi leaned on his office chair, watching intently for the knocker, and when the door opened, as he expected, it was you

"Another nightmare?"

A soft look was directed at you from Levi as you hugged your pillow.

"Busy?"

You hung your feet at the door, hesitating to enter his room. His answer was to answer your hesitation, but always his answer to you would be…

"No I'm not busy"

Levi looked at the stack of papers in his hands and began shuffling them to put them aside to focus all his attention on you

"I thought you were asleep"

Your soft voice asked Levi after you closed the door, then you headed towards him until you stood next to him and threw the soft pillow on the floor and sat in your lover’s lap, which was softer than that pillow.

“You know it's not good to stay up at this late hour.”

Your calm voice made Levi's heart beat with longing. Then he sighed, looked into your eyes with love, and his hands wrapped around your small, soft waist.

"Then why are you still awake? Hmm?"

A small laugh left Levi's mouth as he tilted you left and right in his lap

"Like you said, I had a nightmare."

Shyly, you hid your face in his shoulder while your hands found their way over his muscled chest, allowing the warmth of his heartbeat to reach your fingers.

“I don’t understand, why your nightmares are about ghosts you haven’t met and not about titans that you know how terrifying they are.”

You can notice his teasing tone between the gentleness of his tone that no one can hear except you, while his fingers run through your soft hair to pat your head.

"Leviii!! We've talked about this a lot! It's just that I'm not afraid of titans because I know their weak point, but ghosts are a completely different matter!"

You pulled your head from his shoulder and looked at him, and what met your mad face was a slight smile with a gentle look at you.

"Have you met any of them before?"

His question made you unable to respond, and he had no choice but to laugh and pull you down from his lap.

"as I expected"

He shook his head with a chuckle, then stood up from his chair and gently pushed you forward towards his bed

"Stop teasing me about this."

You blushed shyly and folded your arms across your chest as you watched your boyfriend, who took off the top of his clothes and then sat on the bed with a sigh.

“Okay, okay, just come so I can sing you a lullaby or something.”

He didn't stop teasing you, but opened his arms to take you into his warm embrace, and you couldn't resist diving into the warmth of your love.

Levi blew on the candle that was lighting his room, and all that remained was the faint moonlight entering through the window of his room. Then he lay down next to you, with your back against the wall and in front of you, Levi's naked chest that covered your entire body with its warmth.

You couldn't help but smile and bury your face in Levi's chest, as he wrapped his left arm around your waist and the other became a pillow for both of your heads.

"If it weren't for you, I would never have slept."

Levi whispered, looking at your soft head buried in his warm chest

"You should thank me then."

You raised your head and his warm eyes met yours under the soft moonlight, then Levi smiled and placed kisses on your forehead while playing with your hair strands with his right hand.

"Thank you"

Levi whispered, then you smiled shyly and hid your face in his chest, which made you hear the sound of his heartbeat increasing, and because of your adorable action, Levi laughed lightly and began to rub your back with the palm of his left hand.

"I love you dear"

Your voice, buried in his chest, came out to his ears, which turned red with embarrassment

"Shh, go to sleep"

Levi squeezed you in his embrace and closed his eyes, then whispered to you

"Me too.."

After that, the room became quiet, and all you could hear was the sound of your boyfriend’s heartbeat and his calm breathing, which served as a soothing tone that helped you dive into a deep sleep.

Next time you sleep in Levi's room, you don't have to bring your pillow, which will be left thrown in the middle of his room, because his arms were dedicated to becoming a pillow for its owner's favorite head. Which was yours..

[metallicaislife]

The Unintentional Heartbreaker

A/N: I think this was funnier in my head lmao and I suck at endings 🥲

Genre: Comedy, fluff

Word Count: 559

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no smut, swearing

I sat on my couch flipping through the latest edition of Kerrang!. I finally found an article that interests me and started to read. 

“What’s up motherfucker?” The voice of my friend, Slash, said breaking my concentration on reading. I looked up and watched as he strode into my living room and plopped down on the loveseat. 

“What’s up, yourself?” I asked closing my magazine.

“Every time I show up you’re curled up on the couch with a magazine or a book, do you ever go out or do anything?” He asked. 

“Yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.” I answered. 

“Other than concerts.” He countered. 

“No…” I replied. He chuckled. 

“I bet you’ve never gotten laid. Can’t do that if you’re holed up in your house and only go out to concerts with your resting bitch face, don’t talk to me aura.” He teased me. 

“I’ve had sex. In fact I was sleeping with the same guy for a year and half.” I said. 

“Yeah right.” He rolled his eyes with a laugh. 

“No, for real. He’s my friend, and we were both virgins. We decided we didn’t want to be virgins so we started sleeping together to learn. It was just supposed to be a few times to get the gist of it, but then it just kept going.” I explained. Slash gazed at me curiously. 

“Why’d you stop?” He asked. 

“One night he called me, and he told me he had the opportunity to sleep with someone.” I answered. 

“Well, what did you say?” He moved forward leaning his elbows on his knees. 

“The whole point of him and I sleeping together was to get decent at it so when the opportunity came we weren’t bad at sex or learning with a stranger. So I told him to go for it. We haven’t slept together or talked about it since.” I said leaning back against the couch. 

“You still see him though?” He asked.

“Yeah, he’s one of my best friends.” I replied.

“He was totally in love with you.” He said. 

“No he wasn’t.” I said my face contorting in confusion, “why would you think that?” 

“I bet he called you to see if you would hesitate or give any indication you felt the same way.” He said decisively. 

“No way!” I said folding my arms. 

“Look, Y/N, I don’t care how close we are. If we’re having a ‘no strings attached’ arrangement, I’m not going to call and tell you that I have the opportunity to sleep with someone.” Slash said matter-of-factly. 

My eyes widened as the realization hit. Slash began laughing loudly. 

“Oh my god I’m such an idiot!” I said putting my face in my hands, beginning to feel guilty. Slash continued to laugh. After a bit he calmed down a little, wiping some tears from his eyes. 

“Did you feel the same way about him?” He asked. 

“No… I love him, and care about him, and he’s special to me. But I’m not in love with him…”

“I’m so curious to know how many hearts you’ve unintentionally broken.” Slash started laughing again.

That’s how I got the nickname heartbreaker, at least the only one who calls me that is Slash. He always gets a question or two afterwards, he never answers though, he just laughs and sends me a wink.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Loups]

• Loups (French, wolves)

Warnings: i'm kicking my feet at the beginning, it's so cute!, we love a found family that communicates, werewolves!, they are so cool, Yoongi being so fucking hot whilst working, i fucking need him, OC gets lost at the end lmao lil idiot

Wordcount: 12.3k

a/n: this is one of my fave chapters. i fucking love the werewolves & their backstory

Someone opens the blinds. You grumble quietly, burying your face in the pillow to shield you from the light.

“Five more minutes”, Taehyung mumbles into your hair, tugging you closer.

“You already slept long enough, wake up you two”, Yoongi says.

“Why?” you whine.

“Tae has stuff to do today”, he says.

“It can wait”, Taehyung mumbles.

“No, it can’t. We have a busy schedule.”

Taehyung lifts his head from your hair, sending Yoongi a sleepy yet annoyed look.

“Why are you stressing us on this beautiful day?”

“We have a tight schedule”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, “come down in five and put on some clothes”, he says and with that, leaves your room.

Taehyung groans, dropping back on the sheets. Like this, he isn’t spooning you anymore. He runs his fingers through his hair, staring at the paintings of shadow and light the sun casts on the ceiling.

You roll to your side, placing your hand on his tummy.

“I’m so upset”, you mumble, “I wanted this to last eternally.”

Taehyung caresses your hand.

“Me too, my darling”, he says, rolling his head to the side. He studies your features and smiles, running the back of his hand over your cheek, “you are beautiful.”

“I look sleepy.”

“It doesn’t matter. You are so beautiful”, he says, tracing your lips, “you are the living proof that what Fringella said was a lie.”

You fluster, reaching out to nudge his tummy.

“Sweet talker”, you mumble.

Taehyung smiles cutely and props himself up on his elbows, leaning down to peck your cheek.

“I’m going to use the powder room to freshen up. Pick out some clothes if you want to”, he tells you and rolls out of bed.

You stay in bed in the time it takes him to freshen up. You change between being awake and slumbering peacefully, enjoying the tranquillity of the morning to its fullest. Last night was amazing. Taehyung was so wonderful and he treated you with such tenderness. You really missed this side of him.

“You still haven’t gotten ready?”

You lift your head. Taehyung is in form fitted pants and a flowy blouse.

“The bed’s so cozy, don’t blame me”, you murmur, dropping back into the pillow.

Taehyung closes the distance between you and him. He takes your hands and pins them above your head, using the leverage he has on you to lean down and steal a kiss from you. It robs you of air and sanity. He tastes like minty toothpaste and your sweet downfall.

He breaks away, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Thank you for last night”, he whispers and slips from your hold to leave the room in a confident strut.

“Damn”, you get out, touching your own chest right where your heart is beating like crazy. You won’t recover from this very soon. This just messed with your head.

The vampires gathered in the kitchen when you finally find the strength to come downstairs. They were talking before, but shift their gazes to you.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

“Good morning, ___”, Jungkook greets you with a sweet smile.

Hoseok runs his eyes up and down your bared legs then the slightly sheer top you chose to wrap yourself in. He looks away.

“Good morning”, he greets you, “you look well-rested.”

“If you’re going to make a dirty remark, I’m drop kicking you”, you warn.

Hoseok laughs, lifting his hands in defence.

“You insinuated it, not I”, he says, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes and shift your gaze to Yoongi. He joined your side, currently leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“Tea and croissant?” he asks.

“You don’t have to make food for me.”

“Okay. Tea and croissant”, he says, making you smile fondly.

“Fine, tea and croissant. Thank you, my prince”, you give in.

While Yoongi is busy preparing your breakfast, you join the others by the table. The seat next to Taehyung is still empty and so you take it, pulling one leg on the chair to get more comfortable. There is a big map sprawled on the table.

“Are we marking out where to go next?” you ask, studying the map. There are red crosses all over the map and judging by the opened marker by Yoongi’s seat, he placed them on the paper.

“We are marking where Namjoon’s followers were sighted according to Fredrick”, Jungkook explains.

“Those are a lot of marks.”

“Yeah, there are lot of his followers here in Paris.”

“I didn’t expect this.”

“I told you Paris is a rancid city”, Yoongi says, carrying your breakfast to the table. He sets it down in front of you and you thank him, “I fucking hate coming here. Paris is full of fucked up perverts. It’s always been like that and will always stay this way.”

“I can’t understand why that is. I imagine with the wolves so strongly represented here, vampires would avoid the city”, Taehyung says.

“Honestly, I think they get off on the fighting.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about”, you confess.

Yoongi and Taehyung shift their gazes to you. They look grim, as if the situation was terrible to think about.

“Two hundred years ago, the city looked different”, Yoongi begins, “wolves disappeared only to show up again a few days later, maimed and drained of all blood. Vampires disappeared never to be seen again, because some revenge driven wolves hunted them down and killed them. Humans got caught in the crossfire and the witches tried to keep the peace as best as possible.”

“It was terrible. You really didn’t want to bear witness to those times”, Taehyung says.

“It got better with time, but the wolves are rooted deeply with the Parisian culture. They built this city and while the vampires say otherwise, it’s true.”

“That’s so cool, wow”, you say, “do humans know of the supernatural?”

“No. They don’t know that one group wants to kill them while the other fights to keep them safe. It’s best that they don’t know. It makes sleeping easier.”

“Woah damn, that comes as a surprise, I really thought that with how historical this city is for you guys, the humans would know.”

“There was a time where they did, but the knowledge faded more and more into fables over the centuries”, Taehyung explains.

“Mhm, it makes sense. I guess it was a little easier to believe in the supernatural back in the day”, you say.

Yoongi chuckles and looks back into the map. He points at a cross in one of the northern neighbourhoods.

“I will meet up with an important Alpha there”, he says.

“Alpha? Like in your pretend-fraternity?”

“No. A leader of a wolf pack.”

“I see. That makes more sense. Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“Don’t apologise, my princess”, Yoongi assures you with a warm smile. One which makes your heart flutter. You lower your eyes to the map shyly, taking a sip of the delicious tea he prepared.

“And I will go there and see if I can gather some intel on Oz’ blood clubs”, Taehyung explains.

“Who is Oz?” you ask.

“One of Namjoon’s closest contacts. I interacted with him a few times and hated every second of it. You don’t want to meet him. He gets off on taking out eyes and fucking the socket.”

“What the fuck is wrong with Namjoon and his people, like genuinely?” you gasp and shudder in disgust, “this is fucking disgust. Who in their right mind would even think of something like that?”

“Trust me, he is very far from being right in the head.”

“Yeah clearly.”

“He runs the underground blood clubs in Paris and if we can figure out just where exactly they are, we could eliminate the greatest thread on the Parisians.”

“Yeah and hit Namjoon right where it hurts”, Yoongi says, lowering his eyes darkly, “he’s so fucking proud of his little business. I’ve been dreaming of the day where I finally eradicate this stupid network. I’ve never been that close to achieving it.”

“Yeah especially with the stone the witches gave me”, Hoseok says.

Your eyes shift to the small inconspicuous looking stone next to Yoongi’s palm. So that explains why this is on the table. You were wondering what it meant.

“A stone?” you ask.

“It’s a present from a witch coven a little outside of Paris”, Hoseok says, “I met with them this morning and tried to convince them to fight with us, but sadly, I wasn’t able to. They are too scared to die”, Hoseok says.

“Really? That’s a pity.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “but it’s probably best they stayed away. Namjoon’s creations are unpredictable. I want to avoid people dying for this course as much as possible.”

“I agree with you”, Taehyung say and the rest of you nod your heads as well.

“And what does this stone mean?”

“I got this from the witches”, Hoseok says.

“But it’s just a stone.”

“It’s not just a stone. They said that it can be used in some sort of device? I don’t really know.”

You lift the stone into the light and inspect it with one eyes closed. You twist and turn it a few times.

“A device? It looks so normal to me.”

“It’s not. Please give it to me, it’s really rare”, Yoongi says and opens his palm for you to place the stone into.

“Oh shoot, of course. Here.”

“Thanks, princess”, he says and lets it slip into the pocket of his flannel afterwards, “if we get the rest of the ingredients, we can create a powerful weapon. Not even Namjoon will be immune to its effects.”

“Will it be deadly to him?”

“No, but paralyzing.”

“Woah I didn’t know that. That’s powerful stuff then”, Hoseok gasps, “and here I was thinking that they were messing with me.”

“No, they weren’t. Tell them thanks.”

“I will right away”, Hoseok says and pulls out his phone to type a cutely written message to the witches. He furrows his brows, “mhm”, he lets out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Seokjin just told me to call him. Give me a minute, I’ll be right back”, he says and gets up to leave the room.

You watch him until he disappears, exchanging a look.

“Do you guys think that he is okay?” you ask.

“I really hope so”, Jungkook says nervously.

“I am sure that he is”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm, let’s hope for the best and focus on the mission ahead”, Yoongi says to which the rest of you agree.

“Your plans sound awesome. I would love to see Namjoon’s stupid face once he realises what you did with the blood clubs.”

“You will. Once I catch him, you will.”

You study the map.

“And what can the rest of us do in the meantime?”

“I’ll go with Taehyung”, Jungkook says, “it’s too dangerous to go alone.”

“That sounds like a plan. What can I do?”

Yoongi scoffs, making you look at him in question. He looks amused, but in an almost mocking way.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re staying here. I don’t know why you’re even asking. It’s way too dangerous for you.”

You pout, “rude.”

“Hey”, he softens his voice, “I’m sorry, but you know that we can’t take you. You could get hurt.”

“Yeah I know”, you say, giving up with a defeated sigh, “oh, what I wouldn’t give to also be cool and strong like you guys.”

“You’re even cooler than us”, Jungkook says.

“You think so?”

He nods his head vigorously, “of course I do. You’re making sure the apartment stays safe. That’s the coolest job”, he says and grins cutely.

You snort, “thanks, I love your optimism.”

The guys leave to get ready once you finished breakfast while you stayed back to wash the dishes. You are really sad that you have to stay back. You really wanted to meet wolves. You obviously understood why you couldn’t go with Taehyung and Jungkook, but didn’t understand why you couldn’t at least come with Yoongi. He must have his reasons for it however. He wouldn’t leave you back if he didn’t have to.

You startle when two strong arms snake around your body. You tense up and let out a little squeak. 

“It’s me”, Yoongi assures you.

“Boongie”, you relax instantly, falling against his chest, “you startled me.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “at least that didn’t change.”

“You’re a meanie”, you murmur and run your hands up and down his lower arms until you land at his hands. You trace his wrist bones, resting your head against his shoulder. You sneak a glance at him as best as possible.

“I missed you”, you confess.

“You missed me?”

“Mhm, you were gone for so long.”

He snorts, “I was upstairs for twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, that’s too long.”

Yoongi stubs you with his nose and pecks your cheek.

“You’re so dramatic”, he whispers, kissing your neck gently, “go back to cleaning, I’m right here.”

“Don’t wanna”, you say, turning in his hold. You hook your arms behind his head, playing with his hair, “wanna look at you.”

Yoongi chuckles, kissing the shell of your ear. His voice tickles you nicely as he speaks in a soft whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. Once I’m back, you can look at me all night, princess.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm, promise”, he purrs, “except for when I make your eyes roll back just for me.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, pushing at his chest harshly, “what’s wrong with you? Don’t say that so casually!”

Yoongi smirks lazily and shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re on about”, he says nonchalantly, stepping back to prepare himself a glass of water.

“So mean”, you murmur, feeling hot all over. You turn back to the stove and scrub it with a slight pout on your lips.

Yoongi stays with you, drinking the water as he watches you work.

“What will you do today?” he asks you.

“Be bored as fuck? Can’t I come with you? Please?”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were safe here.”

“But what if I stay with you and really, really listen to what you say?”

Yoongi purses his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t give you an answer, as before he can, Taehyung and Jungkook join you. They both wear sturdy clothes.

Taehyung hurries to you and sweeps you off your feet just so he can twirl you. You squeak and giggle, holding onto his shoulders.

“Look at you”, he beams up at you, “I missed you violently upstairs.”

“You did?” you giggle.

“I did. Every second without you felt like hell.”

You fluster immensely, feeling your cheeks heat up. You giggle, lowering your head shyly.

Taehyung sets you down and cups your cheeks to tilt your head up.

“Please allow this starved man one kiss.”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Tae”, you mumble, closing your eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

Taehyung kisses you deeply. So deeply in fact that your knees buckle a little and Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Can you guys not do that here?”

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a loud “mwuah”, sending Yoongi a playful grin.

“Are you telling me that I should deny myself of this earthly blessing?”

Yoongi lifts a finger in warning.

“Please don’t pull me into this, wannabe Shakespeare.”

Taehyung laughs and you snicker.

“You are hilarious, hyung”, he says and takes a step back.

“Come here”, Yoongi tells Jungkook and Jungkook follows.

Yoongi grips Jungkook by the back of his head, running his eyes over his body carefully.

“Did you put on the thick jacket, kiddo?” he asks.

Jungkook nods his head, “yes, hyung. And the stab proof vest so stakes can’t pierce me.”

“That’s good”, Yoongi says and ruffles Jungkook’s hair, “that’s good, kiddo.”

Jungkook smiles fondly, “thank you, hyung”, he says.

Hoseok enters the room. All eyes are on him instantly. He looks upset.

“And?” Jungkook stresses, shimmying from side to side nervously.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “he wants me to pick him up at the train station”

“Already?” you gasp, “but it’s barely been three days.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And? What did he say? Did he find Emma? Are they together again? What happened?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t say, but he didn’t sound happy”, Hoseok says and touches the side of his neck, “I don’t think that they’re a thing again.”

“Noo, this can’t be happening”, Jungkook says and tears up slightly, “please not Jinnie hyung.”

“No Seokjin, no”, you sag your shoulders sadly, “this is the worst day ever. I’m so sad for him. What the hell?”

“Yeah, right? I was so excited for him, but I guess it’s been too long since they saw each other. I bet they were way too different or maybe he didn’t even find her.”

“This sucks, what the hell. I’m so sad right now.”

“Me too”, Hoseok says and then looks at Yoongi, “I hope you don’t mind that I won’t come with you. I wanna be there for Jinnie when he comes back.”

“Go to him. He needs you more than I do.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Be there for our friend. He needs support”, Yoongi says.

“Thanks. I’ll try to be his best support ever”, Hoseok says and tries to diffuse the situation by cracking a stupid joke, “number one supporter Jung Hoseok”, he says and tries to laugh.

You all chuckle even if it felt a little forced.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Hoseok asks, “I’m going to the train station, but what are you gonna do?”

“I’ll come with you for now, I can meet up with the wolves later.”

“I’ll come with you too”, you say, “I want to be there for Jin when he comes back. Please Yoongi?”

“Of course, you don’t have to ask.”

“Can I come with you too?” Jungkook asks, looking at Taehyung, “I know I’m basically putting all the danger on your shoulders, but this is really important to me.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, my angel”, Taehyung assures him, “hyung, may I borrow some of your Paris students for today? I can’t change the meet up time as my source is only free today.”

“Of course. Take as many as you need, Tae”, Yoongi assures him.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll get dressed right away”, you say and leave the room.

You meet Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok by the door. Yoongi is in the middle of putting on a beanie on Jungkook’s head, murmuring about him needing to stay warm while Jungkook looks at him with sparkly eyes.

“Where’s Tae?”  you ask them.

“He already left. He told us to tell you that he loves you and he hopes that you have a lovely day”, Hoseok explains.

“No, I wanted to give him a kiss before he leaves, but thank you Hobi.”

“Of course”, Hoseok says and grins cutely.

Yoongi steps closer to you then and wraps a scarf around you.

“You should stay warm, princess”, he says.

“You’re so cute”, you say, feeling your heart flutter.

Yoongi finishes with a quiet hum and a nod of his head, stepping back after caressing your cheek with his hand. He is truly the most precious person.

You leave the house together.

“Do you guys wanna get some coffee for our journey?” Hoseok offers.

Yoongi looks at you, “what do you say, princess? Do you want some tea?”

You nod your head.

“Funky. Let’s go together then.”

“Yeah okay”, you say and let Hoseok guide you down the stairs by your elbow.

“We should put some caffeine into our system”, he says, holding Jungkook’s hand by his other side, “should we stop for croissants? I bet they’re really yummy in Paris.”

You shake your head, “I already ate, I’m really good, unless you want to go.”

“I do. Your breakfast looked so good, now I’m craving croissants too.”

“Then we can go, of course.”

Yoongi joins your side, “why didn’t you guys wait for me?” he asks.

“Oh? Sorry hyung, we thought that you were already following us.”

“I was locking the place”, with a little twirl he walks in front of you, having his back turned to the road ahead, “Hoseok’s right. We should get food and drinks. They’re on me. What do you guys want?” he says, touching both your and Jungkook’s upper arm.

“I don’t know yet”, you both say.

“Hoba, what do you want?” Yoongi asks.

“Croissants. ___’s breakfast looked delicious.”

“Good. Croissants it is. Kookie, do you want to look up a good place for it?”

“Yes, I could do that”, Jungkook says, pulling out his phone. He starts typing with a concentrated pout as looses himself in his task of finding the best place close by.

Yoongi changes spots, returning to your side.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asks.

You intertwine your fingers instantly, thumb caressing his skin softly. He swings your arms back and forth, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You look at him and the little grin he sends you. You can’t help but smile. He is so cute.

Now victorious in his task of making you smile, Yoongi walks easier, holding your hand while Jungkook keeps reporting about the different croissant places. There is one just down the block which sells crispy croissants but which is way too expensive. Then another two metro stops north which is cheaper but which doesn’t have the best reviews. And another which sounded nice at first until Jungkook said that the owner had the reputation of being a rude Parisian. You decide on taking the metro a few stops closer to the train station and then visiting a café which was on the way. Jungkook says that the reviews were all good and the prices even better.

You board the train and walk to an empty seat. The others let you sit while they position themselves in front of you. Yoongi claims the spot right in front of you, reaching up to twist one of the handles to hold on. Not that something like a moving train can affect vampires, so you realise as both Jungkook and Hoseok stand perfectly still when the train starts moving rather sudden, while the humans around them sway and stumble in search for balance. Yoongi only sways because a random passenger accidentally stumbled back and pushed their backbag into him.

They apologise by sending Yoongi a judgmental look over their shoulder. Yoongi sends it right back, then turns to look at you. Your eyes are fixated outside, but lock with Yoongi in the reflection of the window. He gives you a little grin, one that only really lifts the corners of his lips. You turn your head, now actually looking at him. Yoongi switches his gaze to you as well, smile growing when you slip your hand between his legs just so you can hold onto his thigh as the train makes you sway. You rest your head against his thigh, turning it to leave one little kiss on him and then it is already back to resting against him. Yoongi places his hand on the top of your head, caressing you with his thumb as gently as possible. 

You leave the metro station after five stops. A slight wind picked up. The café is just down the street according to the map on Jungkook’s phone screen.

“Do you guys already know what you’ll be getting?” Hoseok says.

“Of course I do. I checked the menu online and they have five different types of croissants. I want to get the walnut cinnamon one and the regular one”, Jungkook says.

“Ooh JK, you did your research like always”, Hoseok coos, patting his upper back.

“Yeah”, Jungkook says shyly.

“That’s our Kookie. You can trust that he’ll do the best job”, Yoongi says, making Jungkook smile bashfully. 

Yoongi holds the door open for the rest of you. A stranger slips inside as well, thanking Yoongi with a dismissive nod of his head. He hurries straight to the counter, cutting you in line.

“Rude”, Hoseok murmurs, sticking his tongue out at him when he isn’t looking.

“They’re all entitled cunts here”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yeah? Have you been to Paris before?”

“Mhm. Too many times. I always hated it.”

“It’s because he only spent his time in hotel rooms”, you say, sending him a teasing look.

Yoongi scoffs, “you don’t know that.”

“You said so yourself.”

Yoongi studies your face. He smiles softly and gives you a gentle nudge.

“Just order your food, princess”, he says fondly, “it’s your turn.”

You go for one regular and one with extra butter. While Hoseok takes one with chocolate and a big cup off iced coffee. Yoongi orders coffee as well while you order a hot chocolate. Jungkook doesn’t order a drink, but will regret it later and buy a can of coke from a street vending machine.

You don’t stay at the café. Instead you wander to the metro station slowly. Yoongi is holding your hand and carries the regular croissant in his jacket pocket so once you finished the butter one, you can finish this one too. He keeps it in a paper bag. You really like the croissant. Jungkook and Hoseok like it too and Yoongi says that the coffee is a little too sweet but that the milk saves it. He already finished the coffee once you board the train again and you are on your second croissant, chewing on it happily.

This time around, there are four spots empty. You all sit down. The train starts a few moments later.

“And this one will take us straight to the train station, right?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, according to the plan it will”, Jungkook says, looking it up on his phone.

“You have net down here?” you ask, checking your phone, “how? My phone says only emergency calls are allowed.”

“I took a screenshot of the plan. I’m a genius like that.”

“Our Jungkookie like always”, Hoseok coos, placing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. He relaxes with a sigh, stretching out his legs.

You wiggle your hand between Yoongi’s arm and his body, intertwining your fingers with him seconds later. He sneaks a glance at you.

“I like holding your hand”, you say, painting fondness on his face.

“Me too”, Yoongi murmurs then sneaks a shy glance at Hoseok and Jungkook. 

They seem more interested in what is happening outside than you holding hands. 

“Are you guys going somewhere after we meet Jin? Are you still meeting with the Alpha?” Hoseok asks, finally changing his gaze to you and Yoongi. He sees your locked hands but doesn’t say anything. Why should he? You two were dating and that means mandatory hand holding whilst sitting . He is a little surprised however at Yoongi’s willingness to be publicly affectionate. Now bear in mind, Hoseok always knew that the Creator had a hidden soft side. After all, he knows you and he knows that you wouldn’t fall so goddamn deep for someone who wasn’t gentle or soft. So Hoseok always knew that Yoongi was a secret softie, but seeing him so openly affectionate with you still feels peculiar to him. Peculiar but also really nice. You and Yoongi seem so happy with each other. Hoseok likes that.

“Yes. Maël from the wolf tribes”, Yoongi says.

“Oh. Oh. Oh?”

“What?”

“The Alpha you’re meeting is Maël? The Maël?”

“Yeah…why?” Yoongi cocks up his right brow.

“Because he is a legend. Hello?”

“He is a legend? Why is he a legend?” Jungkook asks what you were wondering as well.

“He is the biggest deal as far as underground raves are concerned. I heard that the wolves of this city run the best raves ever. I never got into one because they’re so exclusive”, Hoseok explains, “did you hear that too, hyung?”

Yoongi nods his head, “Maël’s a little too old for that these days. It’s mostly his grandson who’s passionate for that type of crap.”

“It’s not crap. Have you ever been on one of the wolves’ raves?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“You were?” Hoseok gasps.

“Yes. It sucked.”

“Why? It’s the wolves’ rave”, Hoseok widens his eyes.

“So? It was loud and they started wrestling one hour in. Have you ever been in the middle of wolves wrestling it out?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“It’s not fun. I got bitten twice. It took me three days to heal from that shit.”

“Woah okay that’s so cool. You can actually heal from their bite?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, sadly.”

“Hey”, you nudge his thigh harshly, “don’t say that.”

“Sorry”, he mumbles guiltily.

“No, but you don’t get how cool that is, ___”, Hoseok says, “I knew a vampire, who knew a vampire whose cousin, who was also a vampire, died after a werewolf bit him. Did you guys know that our magic does not go well with their magic? His whole body turned into one giant blister before he literally exploded. This is so nasty. Imagine that happening to you.”

You pull a grimace of disgust, “that does sound awful.”

“It was awful. Thankfully I didn’t have to see it”, Hoseok says and laughs, “and you healed from it, hyung?”

“Yes.”

“Fascinating. Did you also turn into a giant blister?”

“No, but my arm was twice its size and hurt like hell.”

“Amazing”, Hoseok whispers, “you can seriously heal from everything, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Is there anything that can actually kill you?”

“Why would I tell you that in public where everyone can hear us?”

“You’ve got a point”, Hoseok says, looking around with squinted eyes, “there could be spies everywhere.” Hoseok settles back in his seat, “I still can’t believe that you called their rave crap.”

“It was crap.”

“You have no taste in great parties. Tzt, I’m so jealous I want to go to one too.”

“Come with us and I’ll ask Maël to let us in. I’m not saving your ass when you get bit though.”

Hoseok chuckles, “no, I’m alright. I don’t want to mess with wolves.”

“Yeah, it’s probably safer for you to stay away from them. I don’t want you to get bit”, Yoongi says, turning his head to look outside. Not that there is lots to see outside. Just darkness and the occasional flash of an emergency light when the train passes by one.

The drive to the train station takes around twenty minutes and by the time the metro rolls into its stop, the cabin is stuffed with people. Most of them are accompanied by their suitcases or travel bags while some seemed to be squished between them with their work attire on. Yoongi leads the way, fighting his way through the crowd whilst holding your hand tightly. Hoseok holds your other hand in order not to get lost and Jungkook is left with apologising duty to the poor people Yoongi pushes out of the way.

You gather in a little circle once you found a calmer spot on the metro platform.

“So what now?” Yoongi asks, looking at Hoseok.

“His train should be on platform four. He said that it’ll be here by two”, Hoseok says, checking the huge clock on the station wall, “that’s in five minutes. We gotta hurry.”

“I saw the sign for platform four back there”, you say, pointing over Jungkook’s head.

They look at where you are pointing.

“Awesome perception, ___. Let’s go”, Hoseok says, stomping off with confidence.

You follow him, matching his tempo as best as possible.

Jungkook walks between you and Hoseok.

“Do you guys think that he will be alright?” he asks.

“I can’t say”, you say, “did he say if he found Emma?”

“No, he just said that he’ll come to Paris today”, Hoseok says.

“We just have to wait with lots of hugs”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “we have to be there for him, you guys.”

“Of course, I’m so ready to snuggle him”, you say.

“Totally, my arms are ready to engulf him”, Hoseok says, giving his own chest a little tap.

“Maybe he found her”, Yoongi says, “you never know.”

“Totally, let’s hope for the best”, you agree to which Jungkook and Hoseok nod their heads.

You reach the platform by walking up two flights of stairs and a long tunnel where advertisements greet you in flashing lights and colourful posters. Although there is more space, the crowds don’t become any less dense. Chatter in different languages surrounds you, barely audible announcements cut through it every now and then and sometimes the ringing of a bell whenever a train leaves its platform can be heard.

You pass by a donut booth, eyeing the sweet treats. Yoongi offers to buy you one if you want to, to which you deny him with a fond smile. He then proceeds to blush and squeeze your hand gently.

Platform four is surprisingly less busy than you imagined it to be. There were still many people waiting for the train, but the almost suffocating busyness of the rest of the station ceased to exist.

You arrive just in time for the bell to ring and for the announcer to welcome the train.

“He’s here”, Jungkook gasps, bouncing on the spot, “guys, I’m so nervous.”

“Same”, Hoseok says, intertwining his fingers with Jungkook. The latter gives him a soft squeeze and then continues rocking back and forth on his heels and toes.

The train stops with a loud squeak. The door opens just moments later. Crowds and crowds of people leave it, all seeming so busy with their lives.

“Can you guys see him?” you asks, getting on your tiptoes just to see better.

“Not yet”, Jungkook says with squinted eyes.

“Should we get closer?” Hoseok suggests.

“Maybe.”

“I see him”, Yoongi says, lifting his arm to point down at the platform.

“Where?”

“There.”

“I see him too”, Jungkook says and then gasps, “oh my god there is a woman next to him!”

She is smiling while he is talking. Her steps are filled with a happy skip, making her yellow dress dance. The colour suits the dark colour of her afro so very well, practically making her glow in the sunlight. They are holding hands.

“Is that Emma?” you gasp.

“I guess. Holy shit, that’s so fucking awesome”, Hoseok says and lifts his arm to wave, “Seokjin! Emma!” he calls out loudly.

Seokjin and Emma turn upon hearing his call. Their eyes light up.

Seokjin lifts his arm and waves back. Emma does the same seconds later, showing off her teeth in a bright smile.

You begin to run, Seokjin and Emma begin to run. You all meet in the middle. Hoseok and Jungkook fall around Seokjin’s neck instantly, hugging their friend as if they haven’t seen him in hundreds of years.

“You found her, hyung!” Jungkook squeals, crying the happiest tears.

“I can’t believe you actually did it”, Hoseok laughs.

Seokjin smiles, hugging them tightly, “I did. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too, hyungie”, the two vampires say in unison and seconds later the three begin jumping in a circle whilst singing a nonsense song about being reunited again. It is beyond adorable to watch.

You and Yoongi welcome Emma.

“You must be Emma. Hello”, you say, offering her your hand to shake.

“And you must be ___, hello”, she says in a sweet voice, shaking your hand, “Seokjin told me all about you guys”, she says and looks at Yoongi, “we know each other already. Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I do”, Yoongi shakes her hand, “it’s good to see that you are doing well.”

“I am. Now even better”, she says, turning to Seokjin who just this moment leaves the group hug. He looks at you and Yoongi and smiles. Yoongi retorts it with a nod of his head.

“I’m so happy for you, Jinnie”, you say, opening your arms for a hug.

One that Seokjin retorts happily, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“I’m so happy too”, he says, “how are you doing?”

“I’m good. Now even better”, you break away so you can smile at him, “I bet you guys are so happy to be reunited again.”

“We are”, Seokjin intertwines his fingers with Emma, “please look at her. She is the most beautiful woman on earth”, he says and laughs squeakily, wiggling on the spot.

“You’re flustering me”, Emma says, lowering her gaze shyly.

“Waah you two are so cute”, Hoseok coos and nudges Seokjin’s side, “you have to tell us everything. Was it difficult to find each other? Did you know who you were instantly?” he asks as your reunited group begins strutting down the platform to the exit.

“Of course we did. I saw him and knew exactly who he was”, Emma says. 

“Yes? God, that sounds so romantic. Did you guys talk a lot?” Jungkook asks.

“We did more crying than talking didn’t we?” Emma asks in a sweet giggle.

Seokjin chuckles, nodding his head. 

“I was such a mess, you guys. I saw her through her shop window and instantly bawled my eyes out. She had to be the one to discover me and come outside to get me. It was so embarrassing.”

“No, don’t say that my tulip”, Emma says, nudging his arm gently, “I was as much of a mess as he was. I thought that I would never see him again and then there he was right in front of my shop. I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“This sounds so romantic, all of it”, Jungkook gushes, “like a real life fairytale.”

Emma and Seokjin exchange a loving gaze. They both look whipped for each other. 

“But I gotta scold you for a moment, hyung”, Hoseok says. 

“Why?” Seokjin asks.

“Why did you make it sound as if you were unsuccessful? Seriously, we were already imagining the worst things.”

“It was Emma’s idea”, Seokjin confesses and the two lovebirds snicker mischievously, “we wanted to mess with you guys.”

“What?” Hoseok gasps dramatically, “you big meanies! We were so worried for you”, he whines loudly.

Emma and Seokjin laugh.

“I’m sorry, bro”, Seokjin nudges Hoseok’s arm, “the opportunity was too big not to grasp it.”

“I hope you aren’t upset”, Emma says.

“I guess I’m not, wah so mean”, Hoseok pouts, “well, I’m happy that you guys both arrived safely. You have to tell us everything. And I mean everything.”

And so Seokjin and Emma give you every little detail. Emma tells you about Seokjin bringing tulips and Seokjin confesses that he almost passed out in nervousness when handling them to her. They snicker when they tell you that they both cried miserably whilst making dinner later that night because we they were so happy to be reunited again. They hold each other closer when they come to the part of the story where they tell about how they talked all night and cuddled and you all melted in fondness as their love could be felt by everyone. Hoseok tries to ask if they had sex too, which earned him a gentle slap to the back by Seokjin and a teasing remark by Yoongi. Seokjin then spent a good minute trying to explain to Emma that Hoseok sometimes is way too nosy for his own good and Emma snickered.

You boarded the metro together and chatted the entire way, not caring about whether or not the other passengers were annoyed by your talking. You just wanted to catch up and get to know each other. Emma tells you about her flower fields which she needs for her perfumes and you tell her about your love for gardening. You also talk a lot about flowers and your shared interest in them. You liked Emma even more afterwards and she did the same. Yoongi also asks her if she managed to learn control to which she tells the very thrilling story of how she met her best friend and business partner Genevieve, another Glutton, and that she taught her all about control. Yoongi tells her that he was happy that she did and then he apologises for not being able to help her in the past to which Emma assures him that there was nothing to forgive with a lovely smile.

The busy crowd of the metro station breaks up once you are out on the streets again. The wind of before stopped, now bright sunlight shines down on you, forcing the vampires to take out their sunglasses and put them on.

“What do you guys say to food?” Jungkook asks, “should we go somewhere? Preferably somewhere with less sunlight.”

“Oh that sounds lovely, I would love to go”, Emma says, nodding her head.

“You guys should go without me”, Yoongi says.

“Are you leaving already?” Hoseok asks, “no hyung, stay”, he whines.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I can’t. I’ll meet you guys later. Maël is waiting for me.”

“Ah yeah, I get that. Totally. It’s sad, we would have loved to have you with us.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck. He doesn’t know how to show it, but Hoseok’s words make him feel really happy.

“Who is Maël?” Seokjin asks.

“A really important werewolf, who'll help us with Namjoon.”

“Werewolves?” Emma gasps, “I thought that we shouldn’t get close to them because of their bite.”

“Yes. That’s why I’ll go alone.”

“Why? Isn’t it dangerous for you?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“But if they bite you, you’ll die.”

“He can’t die. He's a Creator”, Hoseok explains.

“A Creator? Wow okay”, Emma exhales loudly, “that…wow.”

Yoongi gives her a shy smile.

“Now where do you guys wanna go? I’m in the mood for steak, what do you think?” Hoseok asks, taking out his phone to look for a good place.

“Steak sounds amazing”, Jungkook gasps, “Emma, do you like steak?”

“Yes, I do. I think it’s best when it’s rare.”

The vampires chuckle.

“I think so too”, Jungkook says and grins cutely.

Emma retorts it happily.

You inch closer to Yoongi, calling his attention by tugging at the sleeve of his jacket.

“Can I come with you?”

“Do you not want to go with the others?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I’ll meet them later with you. I…” you lower your eyes shyly, “I want to meet werewolves”, you confess.

“You do?”

“Yes. Please can I come with you? Please Boongie?”

Yoongi studies you from head to toe and clicks his tongue.

“Fine. Why not? It shouldn’t be dangerous”, he says, nodding his head.

You smile, “thank you. I promise that I’ll listen.”

Yoongi chuckles, pinching your cheek gently, “I know. Fine, let’s go. Maël hates waiting.”

“Wait. Are you leaving too?” Hoseok gasps.

You nod your head, “I really want to meet werewolves.”

“Wah you guys are both leaving. Our group won’t feel the same without you”, Hoseok whines and steps closer to pat your and Yoongi’s arms, “please be careful, you guys.”

“You too. Call me if you need anything”, Yoongi says.

“You too”, Hoseok says, “should we meet up at a bar once you’re done?”

You exchange a look with Yoongi. He nods his head, saying what you were thinking as well. 

“We could do that.”

“Funky. I'll text you guys the deets once we know more.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you say, “you guys eat lots and yummy. Yeah?”

“We will. You guys try not to get killed by wolves.”

You and Yoongi chuckle. 

“We will”, Yoongi says, taking your hand, “come now, princess. We should leave.”

And after one last round of goodbyes, you finally turn to go your separate ways. They strut down the streets while you and Yoongi take the metro again. The cart is filled with people and you end up having to stand by the doors. Yoongi stands completely still despite various movements of the train, while you find your support by holding onto his waist. You don’t talk a lot because the stuff you could talk about most definitely would sound worrisome to the common person. Werewolves, vampires and witches. It’s too dangerous to talk about that kind of stuff next to normal humans. Especially because between those humans, enemies of all sorts could linger.

Your journey ends just a little outside of Paris. The neighbourhood was still dense with buildings and bustling with life, but one could feel the easiness of suburban life. The almost suffocating maximalism of the inner city has ceased to exist.

“It’s so pretty here”, you say, looking around the streets.

“You think so? It looks normal to me”, Yoongi says, holding your hands.

“I think it’s pretty”, you give him a sweet smile, “it’s almost feels like the Paris date you promised me.”

Yoongi smiles and scoffs, “you’re such a liar sometimes. I never promised you anything.”

You snicker.

“So are those wolves dangerous?” you ask him.

“Not to humans. To vampires very much.”

“What? But that means you’re in danger.”

“I can handle it, don’t worry. Maël knows that I’m coming.”

“I see. So we won’t be attacked?”

“I can’t guarantee that, so stay close. Yeah?”

“Yes, okay.”

Yoongi and you cross a bridge. A small canal – around ten meters of width – digs its way into the environment under your feet. There are a few people relaxing by the river bed, catching the warm rays of sunlight.

“We just entered their territory”, Yoongi tells you.

“Really? Was the bridge the border?”

“Yeah. The canal’s where their territory ends.”

“What happens to vampires that cross this border?”

“Depends. Most vampires know the wolves’ territory and stay away. The ones who cross mostly have bad intentions and get eliminated by the wolves and the ones who don’t, get around five seconds of fucking off again.”

“I see. So do vampires and wolves not get along in general or is it just in Paris?”

“There has always been a certain distaste between our races, but the rivalry is stronger in Paris. The vampires say that they were first here, while the wolves say the same thing. There was a time once where the wolves owned everything north of the Seine while the vampires owned the southern neighbourhoods, but it’s gotten better over the centuries. These days, it’s only a few neighbourhoods which are owned by vampires or wolves and the clans tend to stay away from each other.”

“I see. So why do you guys dislike each other?”

“Vampires hate the wolves because their bite can kill and more often than not, it’s the wolves who break up blood parties to save innocent lives. Wolves hate vampires because they kill humans and more often than not, they like to crash their raves for easy prey. Honestly, I agree with the wolves. Most vampires are bastards”, Yoongi says and clicks his tongue in distaste.

“I see. But you’re not a bastard”, you say.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, “thanks, I guess.”

“Mhm”, you say, giving his arm a little hug, “thank you for telling me all of this and for taking me with you. I still think that it’s so fascinating that magic and supernatural races are real, so thank you for educating me. I really like learning about you and the other races.”

“No worries. You should learn”, Yoongi says, nodding his head in contentment. He shows you one of his cute smiles, the kind which puffs out his cheeks and which only really tugs up the corners of his lips. He tugs you closer. “Don’t startle”, he says.

“What do you- ah!” you scream up and stumble back as someone lands right in front of you. On all fours. They lift their head, revealing a human man’s face to your eyes. His lower face is covered in a thick, long beard and his eyes glow golden.

“What’s a bloodsucker and a human doing in our territory?” he growls, sniffing your legs loudly.

You sneak a panicky glance at Yoongi then at the man sniffing your legs.

“What are you doing here?” the man asks, moving his head closer to your middle. Not in a sexual way, but it still makes you feel weird.

“Back off, please”, you say, inching closer to Yoongi to escape that weirdo’s nose.

The man stands up, towering over you and Yoongi significantly. His muscles are stretching the material of his shirt, his lower arms are revealed enough to show off the thick hair on them. His nails are long and sharp. Is this one of the wolves?

“You have five seconds to explain yourselves and then I’ll get violent”, he warns.

“And you have four seconds to be a good fucking doggy and take us to Maël”, Yoongi says dryly.

“I’ll kill you”, the man spits, exposing his wolf fangs in a loud growl.

You flinch back, while Yoongi stays calm.

“Beau, stop that”, a man’s deep voice cuts through the air.

The werewolf looks over his shoulder. An elderly man is walking to you. A walking stick keeps him supported. Heavy golden rings glisten on his hairy fingers and buried deep in his exposed chest hair, golden chains glimmer. He looks wealthy and important.

“That’s no way to greet our guests”, he speaks.

“Oh?” Beau looks at you then Yoongi, “forgive me, I thought you were trespassers.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “one of yours?” he asks the elderly wolf.

“It’s nice to see you too, old friend”, the man says, finally reaching your side. He bows at Yoongi, getting helped back up by Beau afterwards.

“It’s good to see you too, Maël. You got old as fuck”, Yoongi says.

Maël laughs.

“I can’t deny that I have. That’s what two whole centuries do to you”, he says, “now come. We prepared drinks. Do you still enjoy whiskey?”

“Yes, it’s good.”

“Perfect. Beau is brewing it himself”, Maël says, “he is Mary’s son and my favourite grandchild.”

“Don’t say that, pépé. The others are going to believe it again and bite me”, Beau complains. He is walking between Yoongi and Maël to keep a distance between the vampire and his grandfather. Just in case. Yoongi is the first vampire he doesn’t kill within seconds of meeting him. Normally, he is always leading his pack into fights with perverted bloodsuckers and their disgusting blood parties. He thinks the little vampire to be both fascinating and highly suspicious. How can someone that tiny feel so powerful? And why is a human by his side willingly? Beau wonders as he listens to his grandfather talk.

Maël laughs, “I’m only joking. I love all my grandchildren equally.”

You reach a big three story building. The doors are open. The inside smells old, but well loved. There are people in every room. Old and young, man and woman and all of them with golden eyes and thick hair covering various parts of their bodies. There was conversation before, but it stops when you enter. Loud sniffing and low growling fills the rooms. Golden eyes follow Yoongi suspiciously and study you curiously. You clutch Yoongi’s hand as tightly as possible, trying not to make eye contact just in case one of them sees it as provocation.

“Let’s go upstairs to my office. The pack’s not used to visitors. Especially not a vampire”, Maël says, stepping into the opened elevator at the end of the hallway.

“Sir”, another wolf greets him, placing himself by Maël’s left side while Beau takes the right.

“Marcel”, Maël greets him, “he is Lucille’s son.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi says and gives the wolf a nod of his head.

The latter returns it with suspicion in his golden eyes.

Beau presses the button. The elevator closes and begins to move, filling the air with its mechanical hum.

“A vampire and a human. I must say, I am surprised that you surround yourself with humans, Min Yoongi”, Maël studies you, “may I ask for your name, mademoiselle?”

“___. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. How come that you find yourself in the company of a vampire, especially that of Min Yoongi, mademoiselle?”

“Uhm”, you hesitate, glancing at Yoongi. Can you expose your relationship status or will this mean your harm?

Yoongi nods his head.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Maël lifts his brows in surprise. The elevator stops. The doors open.

“Who would have thought”, he murmurs and leaves the small space. His grandsons follow him, keeping their hands folded on their back nonchalantly.

The hallway to Maël’s office is long and with red carpet cushioning your steps. Dark wooden wainscoting covers the walls.

Two more wolves join in the hallway, claiming their spots behind you to tail you. You sneak a glance at them and draw closer to Yoongi.

“Was this the right thing to say?” you ask him in a whisper so hopefully only he can hear you.

“Yes.”

“Okay”, you say, seeking him when yet another pair of wolves begins tailing you.

Yoongi places his arm around your waist.

“One thing you need to know about me is that I would never take you with me if there is potential for danger”, he says calmly.

You understand what he means by that. The wolves may look scary, but this is safe and will stay safe. It should have been obvious already once Yoongi allowed you to expose your relationship status.

You relax in an exhale.

“Come in. Sit”, Maël says, revealing his office to you. Modern paintings against dark wainscoting and wooden furniture with metal decorations. It looks expensive. The scent of whiskey and unlit tobacco hangs in the air. There are three more wolves in the office. All of them women of remarkable stature. They played cards before, but stop to watch you and Yoongi with curious eyes. Their noses move as they take in your scents.

“Why is there a vampire in our territory, pépé?” one of them asks.

“He is our guest, dear Michelle”, Maël explains, “for now at least.”

“I see. Good day”, Michelle says and gives Yoongi a nod of her head.

Yoongi retorts it. The three wolves look back into their games of cards.

“My granddaughters. They are remarkable fighter”, Maël explains.

“I see that your family’s thriving”, Yoongi says.

“Oh yes. The Seville Pack is not going to die out soon”, Maël says and sits down on the chair behind his desk while his two grandsons take the space behind the chair, golden eyes glued to Yoongi. You and Yoongi sit down opposite of Maël. The other wolves stay by the door while one places himself right behind Yoongi just in case.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at him then at Maël.

“I see that you’ve also tightened security”, he says.

“Call it elderly paranoia, but I plan to be taken by age”, Maël says.

“Mhm, judging by how you look, it won’t be long.”

Maël laughs, Yoongi lets out what sounds like a laugh. The wolf waves Beau to him with a flick of his wrist.

“Yes, pépé?”

“Prepare our guests a glass.”

“Yes.”

“You do drink mademoiselle, don’t you?”

“Yes, uh, not too much though.”

“You heard her, son.”

“Yes.”

“Good”, Maël says, turning his attention back to Yoongi, “so you have finally found your mate.”

“Yes.”

Maël chuckles, “it was about time.”

“Mhm. How is Lili?” Yoongi asks.

“Splendid. Thank you for asking. She sends her greetings.”

“Thanks. The honour’s all mine.”

Beau returns with the whiskey. He gives you the first one. Yoongi gets the second and Maël gets the last.

“Let’s get started”, he says, lifting his glass, “to another good business with you.”

Yoongi lifts his glass, “to good business.”

They clink glasses. Maël offers it to you next.

“Oh yeah, uh. To good business”, you stutter, clinking glasses with him clumsily.

They drink on it. You do the same, swallowing down the gag threatening to come out. This is so strong, burning your throat as it runs down to your stomach. You can feel it sit in your belly. Hot like fire. You really don’t like it.

Yoongi and Maël seem unaffected, setting their glasses down simultaneously.

“How many?” Maël asks. His voice carries stern seriousness.

“A hundred and ten”, Yoongi answers him with just as much professionalism in his voice.

Their deal must have started. You listen with bated breath.

“How sure are you?”

“Very.”

“Source?”

“Fredrick. Confirmed by my people in Paris.”

“Mhm.”

You have a rough understanding of what they are talking about, listening intently. You find it fascinating to watch Yoongi work.

“What do you need?”

“Fighter.”

“How many?”

“How many can you spare?”

Maël taps his long nails on the desk while Yoongi taps his fingers on the glass. Maël takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Twenty”, he says.

“Good. I take it.”

“Not so fast. What do I get in return?”

“Salvation.”

“Salvation?” Maël laughs.

“Blood clubs are getting popular. Humans keep disappearing. You hate that shit, I do too.”

They drink in agreement.

“Bad for business and it fucks with your morals. We both know, it’s Namjoon’s doing. I want him gone and in return I’ll help you with getting rid of his vermin.”

“And I bring the fighter?”

“Yes.”

Maël scoffs, “how many do you bring?” he asks.

“Seven.”

“Continue.”

“My Paris sources.”

“Ages? Kinds?”

“Ripper, both of them. A thousand and five hundred.”

“And the rest?”

“Two Normals. Eight hundred and two hundred.”

“Continue.”

“A Glutton. Close to a hundred.”

“Good.”

“One Youngster.”

“Mhm”, Maël grimaces in distaste.

“And a training Ripper.”

Maël stops in his task of lifting the glass, eyes locked on Yoongi’s face. He seems impressed.

"Can he lose control if he wants to?"

"Yes. I won’t let him though. He's strong enough."

"Mhm. Do you trust them?”

“Yes.”

“With your life?”

“Yes.”

“With your mate’s life?”

Yoongi looks at you. He clenches his jaw.

“Five of them, yes.”

“Five you say.”

“They’re good fighter. Trained by me.”

“Mhm.”

Yoongi drinks, staring at Maël with an unfaltering, confident look. Maël drinks, setting his glass down. He taps his nails on the wood twice.

“Then it seems that we have a deal”, Maël says and finally lift his glass to his lips.

Yoongi drinks. He finishes his drink, setting it down loudly.

“When do you need them?” Maël asks.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Good. They’ll be ready.”

“Good.”

Maël gets up from his chair. He turns his back to you and struts to the window to look at the city, “you know the way.”

Yoongi gets up, fixing his leather jacket.

“It’s been an honour making business with you, Maël”, he says, glancing at you. He signals you to get up with a nod of his head.

“Oh? We’re leaving?” you stumble to your feet.

Yoongi reaches for your untouched glass and downs it in one go. He stares into your eyes as he does, making you gulp. He sets it back down, glancing at Maël.

“Don’t die”, he says dryly.

Maël chuckles, “don’t kill your mate.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “let’s go, princess.”

“It, uh, it was nice meeting you all”, you say, allowing Yoongi to guide you to the door.

“The honour was all mine, mademoiselle”, Maël says, turning just so he can bow at you. You can see him just long enough to watch him lift his head and flash you his long canines in a mischievous grin and then the door falls closed.

“Come. We should leave”, Yoongi says, quickening his steps.

“Are we in danger?”

“No. They still don’t like me being here. It's best we leave quickly”, he says.

You step inside the elevator.

He presses the button. You hold his arm instantly. Yoongi studies your face. 

“They wouldn’t hurt you. Wolves cherish human life and protect the humans living in their territory as if they were part of the pack. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What about you?”

“As long as I behave according to their rules, I’ll be fine.”

“What are their rules?”

“No bloodshed, no show of strength and get the fuck out of wolf territory as quickly as possible.”

“But they know that you came for a deal with Maël, don’t they?”

“Yes. Deal’s been made though. My purpose here’s been fulfilled. I’m not under his protection anymore.”

The elevator arrives, the doors open.

“So what does that mean?”

“Means we gotta leave. Come, it’s not far”, Yoongi says, taking your hand to hurry out of the mansion in big steps. You don’t miss the deathly glares the wolves send his way. They hold back for now, still carrying enough respect in the deal to allow Yoongi to leave in peace. 

The doors to the mansion close behind you once you are outside. Yoongi hurries down the street, carrying seriousness on his face. 

“Do you really think that we are safe?”

“Yes. Don’t slow down.”

Someone howls behind you. 

“What was that?” 

“Trouble.” 

“Trouble?”

“Hold on tight.”

“What are you- ah!” you yelp as Yoongi picks you up and then runs. The world is blurry instantly, you clutch him tightly. The howling grows in volume. You could have sworn that you saw a greyish shadow follow you, but the surrounding world is too blurry to recognize anything. Another loud howl. The grey shadow appears again. Wait a second. There is someone following you. One of the wolves.

“Yoongi, there is someone following us”, you gasp. 

“I know”, Yoongi says and jumps, making you screech because you expected everything but not for him to leap over the canal. 

He stops and turns, setting you down carefully. 

The grey shadow stops, becoming clear to your eyes. Beau. He is smiling at you from the other side, but carries enough murder in his golden eyes to let you know that he was not playing.

Yoongi lifts his hand to wave at him. Beau waves back.

“See you tomorrow, Min Yoongi”, he says. 

“See you, Beau. Your whiskey’s good.”

“Thanks, ami”, Beau grins, “you’re slower than I thought you were.”

“Cut me some slack, I had my woman in my arms.”

Beau laughs, “see you, man”, he says and salutes at him, “mademoiselle”, he addresses you, bowing deeply.

“Uh yeah”, you say, giving him a hesitant wave. 

He turns and disappears as quickly as he appeared. Just the very distant howling can be heard once and then it’s just the two of you. 

You look at Yoongi. 

“Was he trying to kill you right now?”

“Yes”, Yoongi says.

“Okay? Uhm. Not creepy at all.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “come. We’re safe for now.”

“Do you not think that this was creepy?”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi says, pulling you in to drape his arm over your shoulder. 

“I think that it was scary. I’m all shaken up now.”

“Don’t be. We’re safe now”, he says, kissing your temple, “you did really well with the holding on, my princess. You’re okay, yeah?”

“I'm okay, just a little shaken up.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you, but I had to act fast.”

“It's okay, I’m not mad at you”, you gaze at him, “it's actually really hot that you can carry me.”

Yoongi sends you a fond look, pinching your cheek gently.

“You're so cute”, he whispers, tracing your lips, “keep that shit up and I’ll show you what this gets you.”

“What does it get me, mhm?”

Yoongi stops and cups your cheek, tilting your head so he can lean closer and kiss your lips. Except that he doesn’t. He lets you think that he will, but he ends up leaving you hanging, aching for a kiss. 

“Keep it up and you'll find out”, he rasps, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

Truly, for a second you consider opening your mouth just to take in his thumb. He’s got you so whipped. 

Tragically for you, Yoongi steps back, leaving you with a needy ache in your tummy. 

“Now let’s get back to the others”, he says, continuing his walk, “did Hobi text you the details already?”

“Let me check”, you say, pulling out your phone, “he did. Peony. That’s the name of the bar. Look, the address.”

Yoongi reads it, “I think that’s on the north side. Can you look it up?”

“Yes. I will.”

“Mhm, good”, Yoongi says, pulling out his phone, “huh?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” you sneak a glance at his display.

“Sophia called me. I have to call her back.”

“Yeah sure.”

Yoongi dials her number and by the second ring she picks up. You listen to him talk, following him as he leads you back to the station. You can’t hear her, but she seems to tell him something serious as Yoongi’s face falls more and more.

“You’re fucking kidding”, Yoongi gasps, “wait here”, he tells you and breaks away to take a few steps to the side in order to talk to her in peace. You wait by a shop window in the meantime, studying the prettily done scenery. It was a scene of two rabbits running around a field of flowers. It advertises perfume. You look at Yoongi. He is still talking, prancing up and down with his hand rubbing the side of his neck in soothing. You wonder if he was okay. He seems distressed.

You decide to text Hoseok that you were on your way while you wait for Yoongi. He receives it and is online instantly. As always with Hoseok. You can always count on him being up to date with your lives the second you are online. He types for a moment and then the message already arrives.

-          Hobi: got it 👍 looking forward to you guys :D we had so much steak :P

You smile, sending him a few smileys back before locking your phone again because you just realised that it almost has no battery left and you want to save it. Yoongi ends his calls, hurrying back to you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Change of plans. I have to meet with Sophia.”

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Some of Namjoon’s men attacked her guys. We have to sort out the mess”, he explains, “did you find out where the bar is?”

“Yes. Belleville.”

“Ah shit, that’s too far.”

“Why?”

“I can't take you there. I'll be too late if I do.”

“It's okay, I’ll just go on my own.”

Yoongi studies you, gnawing on his lower lip.

“I don't know. I hate having to leave you alone”, he says.

“I can manage. I have my phone and the address and if something happens, I’ll call you right away.”

Yoongi furrows his brows.

“I don't know”, he murmurs, “can't one of the guys pick you up?”

“Can you trust me a little more, please my prince?” you say softly, touching his waist, “nothing will happened to me. I promise.”

Yoongi studies your features, eyes softening in fondness. He truly can’t say no to you. you just have to give him a cute look and he’s melting. He exhales in defeat.

“Fine”, he gives in, “but you have to text me once you’re there. And take some of my money. Go straight to the others, yeah?”

“Yes Yoongi Boongie, that sounds doable. Will you meet us later?” you ask him, accepting the hundred euros he places into your hand.

“Don’t know yet. You’ll see me at the apartment otherwise.”

“Yes, okay”, you say.

“Come. I’ll at least take you to the station.”

You intertwine your hand with him.

“You worry too much, my prince”, you tease him lovingly.

“No, I don’t worry enough”, he corrects you, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay”, you snicker, hugging his arm, “you are so adorable, my Boongie.”

Yoongi smiles shyly, feeling giddy in his chest. He likes being your Boongie.

Yoongi leaves after making sure that you boarded the right train. He waves at you until you leave the station.

You fall back into your seat, taking out your phone. Ten percent of battery left.

“Crap”, you murmur. Hopefully it will still be enough until you meet the others.

You hope that Yoongi will be alright. He seemed so stressed. He didn’t talk to you at all on your way to the station. You have learned that he stays silent whenever he is upset about something. You plan on giving him lots of cheek kisses once he is back. And maybe you can massage him as well. You are sure that this will relax him. 

You leave the metro station once you are in the inner city again. According to your phone, you need to take a bus next. The batter is only at five percent. You hurry to the station, clutching your phone tightly. Please don’t die before I haven’t met the others, you think.

You just have to get to the right neighbourhood and then everything will be alright. Quick! The bus is already at its station. You manage to get on it seconds before the doors close. Now you have to stay on it for five stations and then you’ll have to walk the rest of the way. You sit down on an empty seat, turning your attention to the city outside. The sun is already setting, soaking everything in its golden light.

Today was such an eventful day. You found a powerful stone which will help in the defeat of Namjoon and Taehyung finally found a source for all those awful blood clubs. Seokjin and Emma are back together and are helping in your hunt for Namjoon. You are so happy for Seokjin and look forward to getting to know Emma better. Knowing Seokjin, she must be a very lovely person. Seokjin wouldn’t fall for any other person than someone who is just as lovely and sweet as he is.

And you met your first werewolves. They were a little scary, but also highly impressive. You hope that Maël keeps his promise and provides Yoongi with fighters. You are positive that he will. The two seem to carry a deep mutual respect for each other. Beau on the other hand seemed to find more enjoyment in his hunt than respecting the deal. Yoongi seemed unaffected by it however, so maybe it was just Beau’s way of joking around and you don’t possess enough knowledge about the relationship between vampires and werewolves to judge the situation correctly. Either way, you are glad that Yoongi left their territory unharmed and you are happy that you finally know how werewolves present themselves. They are hairier than you thought they would be and a lot bigger. Even the women were big and carried thick hair on their bodies. You like how they looked. It fits the very obvious strength they all possess. They will really help Yoongi and the others, you are sure of it.

The bus halts at its fifth stop. You almost missed it, hadn’t it stopped oh so abruptly. You stumble off your seat and hurry outside before it can drive off.

One check up on your phone. It’s dead.

“Great. That’s amazing. How should I get to the bar now?” you mumble, trying to turn on the phone but to no avail. It stays dark. “Okay I got this. Think. I think it was just down that road.”

You start your journey with unsure steps, looking left and right in case you spot the bar’s logo. Your unease grows as you come closer and closer to the road’s end without ever spotting the bar. This is not good. The bar should have been here already.

You turn. Maybe it was into the other direction?

You soon find out that it wasn’t into the other direction either. All you spot is a sports bar, an Irish pub and one café, which is already closed for the day. You twist and turn. You are surrounded by unfamiliarity. Nervousness is bubbling in your stomach. And you can’t even call Yoongi for help.

You hurry to the edge of the sidewalk, waving over a cab. One passes you, the second one doesn’t even acknowledge you, the third one slows down only to look you up and down and then drive off with a shake of his head.

“What the hell?” you gasp, “asshole!” you scream after him, flipping him off with all the anger in the world. This is the worst possible outcome ever. You hurry back to the bus station, checking the little map on there. French you can’t understand and no signs of a bar.

“Well fuck”, you say, exhaling in defeat. What should you do? Maybe you should check another street. Maybe it was the street right next to the bus route? You hurry to it, trying your phone one last time. Nothing. No battery and no clue of where you are.

You try not to, but still begin breathing quicker. This is the worst thing ever. You never got lost before. Let alone in a city you have never been in before and with your phone dead.

You turn to run back to the bus stop. You have to go back to where you came from and then somehow figure out how to get back to the hotel. This journey seems even more impossible. You have no idea how your hotel’s street is called, let alone what stations you need to go to get to it.

You try your phone one last time just in case something changed. Nothing. You curse, burying it back in your jacket pocket. Your eyes are glued to the street under your feet. This is the worst thing that ever happened. You are so scared.

You are so preoccupied with staring at the wet asphalt to miss the person coming closer to you. They are too busy looking into their phone to notice you.

Your impact is harsh, making both of you stumble back.   

“Crap. I’m sorry”, you gasp, lifting your head, “what the fuck?” you exclaim.