#bearly answers

[cloverthemonke]

May I request squishy silly billy

[this-doesnt-endd]

Went to the gunslingers museum the other day and i was kinda suprised at the amount of photography they had on like each individual person for like the 1880s and most of them are photos of them like dead with bullet holes or at their wakes but then the others are just completely normal sit down portaits

[nightingale-prompts]

Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt

Warning: Blood and gore

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

****

"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

[2kiran]

Hii so i just discovered ur blog and im obsessed.

Could you pls write m!reader x mace bc I bearly see any mace fic😞

Can it be like mace draging reader in a left out room before a mission and like yk..👀

-🌊

❛ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 ❜ ➖ osh.

pairing: mace x reader content: explicit, dom male reader, dry humping

One fact about MACE? He will take you whenever he wants. It doesn’t matter how busy or angry you might be; you’re coming with him. It’s a regular occurrence at this point—suddenly getting yanked by the wrist and ushered to some secluded area.

It isn’t any different now.

“Well, what are you waitin’ for? Take it off.”

There it is. That impatience you think you’ve grown fond of.

“Relax.” Before you’re able to grasp your belt, MACE crowds you against the wall. Impatience emerged as a huff, caught within his mask before he tugged it off of his head. Carefully, he leans in and seals his lips against yours. He breathes slowly, a hand slithering to the front of your pants.

Cupping your growing bulge, he gives a gentle squeeze in approval. “Mmmph...” He moans into your mouth, his hot tongue teasing your lips before pushing past. It’s passionate, dare you say longing, but it’s still bruising. Teeth clanking, wet muscle flicking, and he lets out a muffled whimper when he feels you harden beneath his gloved palm.

Distracting you with his wandering lips, his hands trace every inch of your body over your gear. Rough, calloused hands reach up to your shoulders, and he breaks the kiss as he shoves you to the ground. One of his gloved palms cradles the back of your head, considerate enough to not let you bang against bricks.

“The hell?”

You grunt from the impact, a boot kicking beneath your knees before he straddles your hips. “You could’ve asked me instead.” Your hands find his waist. “No fun in that.” He huffs out a chuckle, flashing a grin. Ducking his head, MACE begins to travel lower from your cheek.

“Gonna be,” a kiss to your jaw, “gone for,” the pink muscle darts out between his lips, “a few weeks.” He drags it across a patch of skin. Angling his hips forward, he grinds down on your clothed cock while sinking his teeth into your neck. It could’ve distracted you if he hadn’t bit hard enough to nearly draw blood.

“Fuck--” You inhale sharply, fingers digging into his sides. “And you’re only telling me this now?”

MACE snorts, pressing his pelvis against yours before pushing himself back. “I need my luck.” His tongue swipes around the mark, sloppily lapping and sucking on it, his drool trickling down your skin.

You quirk a brow, guiding his movements, and it takes everything in him not to restlessly grind on your dick. “How are you getting it like this?” You can feel him smile on the side of your neck, hooking a finger underneath your collar to offer a lingering kiss to your collarbone. “Still haven’t figured it out?”

His thighs suddenly lock around you before bucking against your hard-on as though he were attempting to ride you through the barriers of clothing. “You’re my lucky charm,” he pants, a whine bubbling low within his chest as he humps you like a dog, “and this damn cock. Hngh, shit, I might miss it.”

He grounds down, shifting in little circles, softly whimpering. “Just it?” You wrap an arm around him, his breath hitching. You’re able to feel how he uncontrollably throbs, his legs trembling from how he’s practically bouncing on your lap.

His pants were sticking to him uncomfortably, hard length straining against the material. “No,” He huffs, cheeks hot from embarrassment and arousal, “you know what the answer is.”

The cotton of his underwear was stained, friction numbing his brain and making him leak. MACE felt like an animal in heat, thrusting his ass back onto the outline of your cock. His brows pinched in frustration; it wasn’t enough—the emptiness has him aching.

He knows he has time to waste.

And MACE always gets what he wants.

[pinkyqil]

R is very very shy and a little awkward, a couple of years younger than Ingrid and not famous, they've been seeing each other for a couple of months and she's been to a couple of games supporting Ingrid. The fans and the media all try to know who she is, crossing her privacy ecc and start to say very mean things to her so she start to pull away cause she's sad and think that Ingrid can have someone much better but Ingrid confort her cause she only wants her

I want you and you only // Ingrid engen

You and Ingrid had been dating for a couple of months now despite the three year age gap you both had going on. She loved you loved her that all that matters.

Ingrid always wanted to come wacht a few of the games oblivious and to support her. but due to timid and shy personality she understands and didn't push your buttons about it anymore.

You being you not wanting to feel like you disappoint her started going to the machetes even though sometimes you felt overwhelmed.

A few fans started noticing you're interaction digging in to recorde any sweet moments they could catch and post it on various platforms. The media trying to see if you had any celebrity status.

Ingrid had noticed the sudden attraction you both got from the public and told you to keep it on the for your own behalf but you took that too heart thinking that she was pushing you away and didn't want people to know about you.

You continued visiting Ingrid and supporting the team which lead to more media abuse.like fans finding out your private account and send you hateful messages saying Ingrid deserves better than you targeting your looks weight and everything they could critique about you.

You stopped coming to the games and kept rescheduling dates with her where you bearly showed up.

Slowly you started wondering if you were good enough for her.you already got the memo from people you weren't good for her or anyone.

tonight you planned on breaking up with her she had invited you over and you couldn't ignore your girlfriend soon to be ex.

Ingrid on the other hand had been very worried about you. Especially when she saw how the past few days you had declined her she was very worried after seeing things being said about you.

Arriving at Ingrid places you felt really nervous you were about to break up with the woman you loved the most.

Taking a deep breath before knocking on her door.

The door had opened with a worried looking Ingrid.she had immediately pulled you into a hug and kisses all over you face.

Oh lord how we're you supposed to break up with her you thought.

"Baby I was worried you stopped answering my text the last few days-". She tried to finish but got cut of by you.

"Let break". You told her with a cold stone face.

"What why did I do anything wrong".

"No you did nothing wrong it me I'm the problem you deserve better than me". You told her.

"What do you mean you're amazing please tell me your aren't listening to what people say".

"It not only that Ingrid you pushed me away when I tried to be there for you".

"Baby no I didn't mean it that why I just said it so you don't feel pressured I love you please don't leave me. She told you with tears flowing from her face.

You couldn't believe yourself for believing all that you had an amazing woman in front of you why would you try to ruin it.

"I'm sorry baby I just don't understand why everyone just seems to have something to say about me". you told her now crying.

"I love you and you'll always be enough to me". she told you

"Love to too".you said before grabbing her face and kiss her.

Ingrid_engen&Yourusername

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[ninuwrites]

Everything and more|LH

summery: you and logan were sent on a mission which had a few good outcomes

warnings: fluff

a/n: soo here it is:33 PLEASE write me if you want a smut chapter thank you my loves💋 and english is not mu first language so please report any mistakes thank you🩷enjoy

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you were bearly holding on. your energy was draining more and more every second and your whole body was in pain.

let’s just say you and logan were sent on a mission and it wasn’t going well.

you were supposed to rescue some kids from a lab but nobody prepared you for the number of guards and security in there.

the positive thing was that you were able to get every kid from there. well… except from one.

in the meantime logan was able to inform everyone that you are in the need of reinforcement to which charles replied that they’re almost there.

you were still trying to get through to the child but apparently they were keeping him in a special room which was a nightmare to get in.

“Y/N THEY’RE HERE LET’S GO!” logan screamed behind you.

“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT THE KID!” you screamed back.

logan knew you wouldn’t give up. you went through a lot of losses just like he did. that was one of many other reasons you understood each other.

“go get him logan please.” you felt like you’ll give out any moment. you’re knees buckled but you could not stop fighting. not yet.

“y/n you’re…” he at least tried to stop you but you wouldn’t give him a chance.

“JUST GO.” you screamed and he knew better than not listen to you.

as he ran off you could barely stand and for a second you thought about dying.

but you couldn’t just yet. both until you knew that everyone was safe.

after what felt like forever logan suddenly appeared with a boy in his arms. you smiled softly and finally let go.

you were prepared for falling on to the hard ground but the fall never came. logan was fast enough to grab you. “hold on bub please, just a little more.” he whispered and kissed your forhead softly.

he held you and the boy and ran through the building entrance where a plane was waiting for you.

“is everyone safe?” he asked peter “take care of him for a sec will ya?” he gave him the boy and put you on a seat.

you had no energy to even open your eyes. you felt how logan took your hand and squeezed it.

“i’ve got you bub. always.” he said as you gave out.

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you woke up to the sound of machine beeping over you. as you slowly opened your eyes, you saw hank and charles talking together and of course logan, standing beside the door, his eyes never leaving you.

you sat up and as yours eyes were getting used to the light logan was already walking to you.

both men stopped talking and looked at tour direction. “look who’s up.” charles smiled while hank came up to you and put off tubes that were on your body.

“i’ll talk to you about everything tomorrow y/n, rest for now.” charles simply said and went away, hank closely behind him.

you knew what you did wasn’t the best or the safest option and you were definitely get a lecture tomorrow from charles but you weren’t sorry for anything you did. everyone was safe and nobody died. win win situation.

you brought your attention back to logan who was looking at you the whole time. “you scared me bub, don’t do that again.” he caressed your cheek and helped you to stand up.

“how long have i been out?” you asked and slowly started to move forward, logans hand never leaving your back.

“three days princess.” you looked at him a bit shocked just because that never happened before.

“oh shit.” you replied

logan guided to his room. you just looked up at him with confusion all over your face.

“i’m not leaving you alone bub.” he answered while opening the door. after you entered he went to get you a shirt to wear.

“take a shower, if you need anything just shout i am here okay?” he said while he was handing you the shirt to which you just nodded.

you must admit, you loved soft logan. he doesn’t show often it but he cares so much. not just about you (well especially you) but about everyone as well. you adored this side of him.

you couldn’t really explain the relationship between you and logan. of course you could sense the attraction. everyone could but it was more than that. when he opened up to you about his feelings and about his past you knew that you definitely meant something to him.

you were scared to do a first move because you didn’t want to ruin the relationship you’ve built over the past year.

you stayed in the shower a bit longer than you usuallydo, let’s be honest, after three days and a miserable mission you just needed it.

when you got out, and put logans shirt on, that’s when you realised how big he is. the man is massive.

you opened the door and went over to the bed while logan was getting a drink. he DEFINITELY checked you out and finished his drink.

“everything alright bub?” he asked as he grabbed a pair of shorts and for the bathroom. you again just nodded as logan entered the bathroom.

this was something new for you. you couldn’t get enough of his reassuring questions and his gentle looks.

as you were thinking about how logan is treating you recently and if you would work as a couple you didn’t see logan enter the bedroom.

“watcha thinking about princess?” he disturbed you from your thoughts and you finally met his gaze. and maan were you speechless.

there he was standing, just in his shorts, his torso still covered in water and the veins on his hands standing out.

you were strike.

“cat got your tongue?” he asked with a smirked on his face. “just get here howlett.” you giggled, your cheeks red.

he just smiled back and joined you under the covers. as he was laying down he immediately grabbed you and cuddled his face into your neck.

“i thought that i was going to lose you.” he admitted quietly, “never do that again, understand?” he took your head into his hands and looked deeply into your eyes.

you didn’t know what to say, so you closed your eyes and kissed him. he eased to the kiss after a moment and your hands traveled to his hair.

he broke the kiss just to look at you again. he caressed you cheek and kissed you again, this time more passionate.

“wait.” he whispered. you looked at him, scared of what he was about to say.

“do you… do you really want this? want me?” he asked.

“logan, you’re everything and more.” you answered with a soft smile on your face.

logan didn’t need anything else and kissed you once again.

[lonelydiary]

13. L-Corp

"Alex, what happened? I'm kinda busy right now" Kara has grumbled, fighting a particularly rough alien.

"I know, I know, Supergirl" Alex has said apologetically "But turns out this attack was a set up trap. Their main target was elsewhere. Kara, it was L-Corp. And Lena is in it. I need you..."

But Kara wasn't listening anymore. All she had in her mind was: "Lena is in danger. I need to save her. I need to protect her. I need to make sure she is ok".

She couldn't get there fast enough, though. And when she did get there, all was in chaos. The building had traces of bullets and broken concrete, the people were running out and in the building and Lena's office was a complete wreck.

"Lena! Lena!! Please, answer me! Oh, Rao..." Kara was in total despair.

And...there, she has heard her heartbeat. In a small cabinet, where was a bathroom and a toilet.

Kara would recognize this particular heartbeat anywhere.

She practically knocked out the door and threw herself at her best friend.

"Oh, Rao, thank you! You are ok, you are ok" she repeated this like a mantra. "Please, don't scare me like that ever again, I was so worried"

"Darling, I'm alright, look at me" Lena had pried Kara's hands from her face and gently made her look into her eyes. "I'm ok, you're ok, we are both safe"

"I was so worried" Kara started to cry "When I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I thought my heart had stopped right this moment. I thought that you were gone...You were gone, and I could even tell you, that I love you"

"Kara..."

"No, Lena, you need to know. You need to know, that I've loved you from the moment I saw your beautiful eyes and enigmatic smile. I've loved you for so long, I can bearly say, where I end and you begin. You are everything to me, Lena and I'm tired to pretend otherwise. It's ok, if you don't feel that way, being friends is more than..."

She didn't get to finish, because of a pair of warm soft lips on her. Rao, is that what heaven feels like?

"I love you too, you, silly goose. How could I not? You're the most kind, sunny and beautiful person I've seen in my life, Kara Zor-El. And you're my everything too"

"And you are my home"

They knew, that this was just the beginning, but they were ready to risk it all, as long as they are together.

[crows-in-the-house]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉

Dazai got shot so obviously you are the one that's going to patch him up. Feeling insue. (this is a part of my own writting inktober, if you want to see more check out this post!)

Prompt : gunshot/ veins / sun

pairing : Dazai Osamu x reader

tw : bleeding, wound, implied failed suicide

Dazai Osamu who comes to your house, with a wound in his side, bleeding out. You look at the clock - it's so late thatyou could even say it's early. He fails into your embrace as you start to panic.

Dazai Osamu who doesn't listen to your worried rambling, as you help him get on the cauch. He can't even bother answering your questions at first, he feels so tired and your worried face looks as one of an angel! He feel he could just bash in your light for the rest of his life!

Dazai Osamu who opens his eyes when you leave the room. No, don't go, please come back, you're the only one he has left! He's on the verge of tears, his mind is looking for a mask he could wear now. Should he act like a drunk? Or a madman? Maybe he should say all of it was just stupid joke, but would you belive his lies? Would you make him go away?Where have you gone??

Dazai Osamu who's quiet when you come back with a first aid kit. Unaware of his thoughts, you order him to undress. Ah, right. He came here cuz he shot himself.

Dazai Osamu who notices you are silent.Your hands are trembling when you pour alcohol on the wound. He hisses, cracking a joke of how you're stinging his heart, but you only bite your lip. Your eyes are red. How selfish of him to make you cry. And how awful of him to feel hopeful when you worry.

Dazai Osamu who calls your name. Your fury appears as you tightly wrapp him in a bandage. He tries to put on a smile, to laugh and change a subject, but you take his cheeks in your hands making him unable to speak. He grinds his teeth. His breath is shaky, as he desperately holds on to the jester persona. Despite your bitterness and anger, he melts beneath you, wanting, no, needing more.

Dazai Osamu who for a second thinks he should try drinking that alkohol you brought. Maybe he would forget how sad he makes you feel. You ask him why did he do it. He sightes. Isn't he pathetic?

Dazai Osamu who whispers he wanted to see the sun. He says it was dark, and he couldn't wait anymore.

Dazai who admits he knows he's greedy, and apologses for taking your time. He tries to get up, but you push him back on the cauch.

Dazai who holds your trembling body, while you're scolding him and crying. You burst out, scolding and yelling at him. His answers don't make sense. Neither his actions. You hug him as if he would disappear if you moved away, and he basks in your warmth and care. You make him feel so mushy and nice, yet so calm, as if all his worries went away. As if you really needed him.

Dazai Osamu who cries with you. He knows you noticed but is gratefull you don't show it.

Dazai Osamu who wishes all his veins bleeded out, so he could see your smile as the last thing he sees. Do you forgive him for taking your time? You wipe off your shinning tears while looking at him. He bearly listens when you say you're happy you stopped the bleeding in time. He doesn't hear his voice when you make him swear he won't do that again. He stares into your luminous lively eyes.

Dazai Osamu who knows he is greedy. Who knows you deserve more - someone with bright intentions, pure feelings and no dark past in their youth. But he still craves you, and like a moth to the light, he can't get enough of you.

Dazai who basks in your warmth and kindness. When you ask him if he wants to watch the sunrise together he smiles an nods

Dazai who doesn't explain, that you are his sun.

[charlemagne-the-devourer]

Headcanons

How they act when you run into someone who has hurt you in the past.

Pairing: Manjiro sano x reader

Note : heavily self-inserted, found it drafted a year ago, not proofread

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Sadly wasn't there when you ran into the person.

You were waiting for him to pick you up after some gang issues he had to deal with

So you were alone in a cafe

They walked up to your table despite your protest

When Manjiro walked in through the door and saw his s/o clearly uncomfortable with a stranger

Alarms rang in his head and he sees red

who did they think they were and what are they doing to what is his

Slams his hands on the table and shield you from their vision while still wearing his signature grin

if they person gets the message and leave, there is peace

if not

well let's just say they didn't leave unscathed

Violence may not be the right answer to everything, but the most effective.

A bearly 7/10

[6sixx6sexual6]

Can u do nikki x fem reader angst please im dying for some angst rn PLEASE

SORRY IVE BEEN SLACKING ON REQUESTS AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANGST REALLY AND I WAS ALSO HIGH SO IT PROBABLY SUCKS.

word count: 1,301

warnings: drugs, alcohol, thats kinda it, mentions of sex once.

Nikki was starting to realize he was an addict. He didn't wanna spend 5,000 dollars a day on drugs. He didn't wanna shoot up every 30 minutes and nod off. he even missed his grandmas funeral because he chose to get high. A while back he and his girlfriend of well over a couple of years (not counting the numerous breakups) argued, she doesn't come around to their house as much, and Nikki hadn't talked to Vince, Tommy, or Mick in weeks and Nikki felt like he had nobody. he had another “girlfriend” who was just his drug buddy and used the excuse of being together just to shoot up. they didn't even have sex at all.

Nikki and the chick were on the couch. Nikki was either passed out or bearly awake. there were needles and spoons around them, Nikki still had the blue band around his arm as he was laid out on the couch.

you stumbled in the house for the first time in maybe 2 weeks. the house was still a mess from all the parties thrown but that was weeks ago. you went to find him and saw him in the living room with that girl and they both looked awful, you almost didn't know it was Nikki. you leaned against the archway with a bottle of liquor in your hand. "I'm going to Vegas." you told him. why? because you felt like going

Nikki could vaguely hear a familiar voice through the fog in his brain. He attempted to sit up against the arm of the couch, his eyes slowly opening as much as they could.

“What..?” he mumbled, his eyes glancing over at you as he slowly registered your presence. he couldn’t remember the last time he saw you.

"I'm going to Vegas." you repeated. Nikki looked awful. if you had seen him like this a couple of years ago you would've taken care of him making sure he was good as new. but you've done that for years and Nikki took it for granted. you got tired of taking care of him so you stopped when he needed it most.

Nikki watched you, his eyes barely open. he tried to gather his thoughts to say something to you, but his brain wasn’t working fast enough. a couple of years ago, if you had said the same thing he would’ve jumped up and asked why, worried that something was wrong. this time he just stayed where he was on the couch, watching you and slurring his words. “For how long..?” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"I dunno." you answered. "til I feel like coming back." you said and took a swing from your bottle. not your first bottle of the night.

He tried to process what you said, but his mind felt muddled. He couldn’t remember the last time you had been around months ago. The last time he had seen you, you guys had ended up in a big fight.

“Don’t..you…” he trailed off, not even knowing what he was about to say. he ran a hand along his face again, trying to brush away the fog. “You’re ditching me…” he muttered.

"I'll be back." you mumbled and closed your eyes as you messed with your hair "You'll be fine.. m' not your mommy." you mumbled again little just from being drunk.

That made him scoff quietly, and he opened his eyes a little wider at that. He would’ve argued with you if his mind was clear. he would’ve said things like “I never said you were.” or “I don’t need you to be.” he would’ve said those things and fought with you like usual. But not right now. he was too out of it. “What if I want you to be..?” he mumbled into his hand.

you opened your eyes and looked at him for a few seconds. "then you're a few months too late." you said quietly. not softly, but quieter. it wasn't like him to ask something like that and it wasn't like you to answer like that, but we're changing and drifting apart. the whole band was. Tommy was married to Heather, no one spoke to Vince in prison, so he didn't speak to them, and no one ever knew where Mick was.

He frowned at your words and slowly sat up all the way, his eyes looking over at you. He hated hearing that from you, but he couldn’t bring himself to argue right now. not when he really wanted to. “A couple months too late..” he thought to himself. Had things really gotten this bad?

he looked down at his arms, the needle marks and old track marks were on full display. he then glanced back up at you. “I miss you..” he muttered.

you hum and looked at the ground while you were against the archway. you missed him too. a lot. but you've tried and tried for years taking care of him, loving him through everything, and he didn't do anything. you got sick of the one-way treatment. "yeah." you answered quietly.

He sighed and shut his eyes again, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him like it did every time he thought of you. he knew he hadn’t treated you like you deserved. not always. how many times had he gotten so high and said hurtful things that he didn’t mean? how many times had he gotten drunk and ignored you in favor of a party? He couldn’t even count on two hands the amount of times he caused you to cry. “I’m sorry..” he mumbled.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest but you didn't say anything. you looked down at the bottle of liquor in your hand. what were you supposed to say? he knows you've forgiven him each time so what's this time gonna mean? "I have to pack." you told him.

Nikki stared at you, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him. he couldn’t blame you for leaving and had a feeling that you weren’t gonna come back. he had pushed you away so many times that he couldn’t expect you to come back.

he was silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say. a part of him wanted to ask you not to go, to beg you to stay and not leave him. but he didn’t say anything. he wasn’t in the right state of mind to.

when he didn't say anything you started walking to the stairs, your heeled boots clicked against the tile but were muted to a thud when you walked on the carpet stairs as his eyes followed you. He watched you disappear and head upstairs to your shared room, feeling an empty sort of pain in his chest. he stared down at his hands before he looked over at the girl sitting next to him. She just sat there in a daze, completely lost in a high. He wanted to get up and go up and stop you, to beg you to stay. his mouth opened like he was going to speak, but he didn’t say anything.

you went to your room that he was sharing with his drug buddy, the room was littered with needles and all kinds of things. it was a mess. you went into the closet, got a suitcase and threw whatever you had left in the closet in the suitcase and what his girlfriend hadn't taken. you took the suitcase downstairs.

you walked with the suitcase trailing behind you. and you looked back at the living room to tell Nikki goodbye, but when you looked at him he was already passed out with a needle in his arm. you looked at him for a couple more seconds before walking to the front door and leaving.

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

I don't know if this is something you'll be able to answer, but it's something I've been wondering for decades and I think you have the knowledge necessary for it.

So I used to ride horses for around 10 years, and when I first started to ride when I was around 8, when a horse was being super stuborn and didn't want to move. The riding instructor said it was okay to kick the horses as hard as I could (while I was sitting in the saddle) to get them moving, that they would bearly feel it cause they were so big, and their skin was thicker than ours.

And as a kid I trusted the adult instructor, but as I got older, and the more I interacted with horses and learnt how sensitive they could be to touch, I started to wonder if that was really okay, or if the only reason the horses seemed chill about it was cause they were used to it or something?

oh I just remembered a second thing I was wondering about, that same ranch also had a super old horse, I think he was in his 30s when I stopped going, was allowed to just wander around the ranch once he was retired, which I always sorta wondered if that was okay you know? he never seemed interested in leaving the ranch even tho there was nothing stopping him, and the part where cars could go was extremely small and they never went that fast anyways so I don't see why it'd be a bad thing, but I just couldn't shake the feeling it wasn't okay you know?

(I know these questions aren't about marine animals or even zoo animals, but I hope its okay for me to ask anyways, feel free to ignore if you want obvs)

Hi there! I don't mind horse questions - I used to work with them a lot and used to have my own horse!

I understand that feeling so well - there were so many times where I felt pressured to use excessive force with horses. Even with my own horse, because I was at the mercy of people who I thought knew best.

That's why I left the horse industry to work in the zoo and marine mammal field - so I could learn how to correctly, effectively and ethically apply positive reinforcement based training methods.

The last time I had a riding lesson was about a year ago. I wanted to give it a try again because I missed horses and it had been going fine. But the last time I was there, I left in tears because they put me on a horse that seriously needed to be retrained from the ground - and not be a lesson horse because he clearly hated it. I was not about to bully the horse into submission for the sake of getting my money's worth. I refused to "ride through" this horse's learned behaviour of stopping at arena corners and running my leg into the side of the arena. He wasn't listening to leg aids or rein aids. People had been riding him so inconsistently that he didn't even know what those signals meant anymore.

That's when people often will get out the whips and spurs to escalate those "aids". Because if all you're using is negative reinforcement/positive punishment and the aversive isn't working, you have to make that aversive even more uncomfortable/painful and "make them do it!". That's where things start to get really nasty, that's when conflict behaviours come up like rearing, bucking, bolting.

This animal was stressed, I was frustrated. He wasn't in a state to learn, he needed a break. He needed a chance to relearn those skills and be taught how to enjoy being ridden again. I refused to get into a fight with this horse. That isn't how I train and it won't be how I ride, either.

But horse riding is so heavily aversive based that escalation of aversives is just standard practise in riding schools.

When you were asked to kick harder, you were being asked to escalate the pressure for a horse that probably had become desensitised to softer leg aids. Lesson horses put up with so much incosistency, it makes sense that they get so "dull" to the aids.

There's also the issue of learned helplessness. When animals (and people) are put in a situation that they can't escape from, they give up trying to do so. They just sort of... tune everything out and become dull to any sort of learning process. It's sad because a lot of horses that people say are "bombproof" are just in a state of learned helplessness.

Horses absolutely do feel those kicks and they do not actually have "thick skin". They have thinner skin and even more nerve endings in their skin than we do!

The escalating use of force for "stubborn" horses is a symptom of an outdated industry that's still stuck in eltist tradition and would rather put a piece of twisted wire into a horse's mouth and spurs on rider's boots than re-teach skills from the ground or use positive reinforcement (treats are so taboo with horse people - they way they react, you'd think you'd brought a weapon into the yard and not a bag of carrots lol)

As for the wandering around? It's not ideal, sure. There's a certain amount of complacency in just expecting a free roaming animal not to leave the area. I guess as long as they're not standing in traffic/being a hazard/getting hurt it's okay but definitely not how I would be keeping my animals.

Anyway that was kind of long winded but I hope that helped!

[lost-spoons]

So I'm on Zoom, with the nurse to get checked in, and they said, "I can't hear you," so I sent a message in chat, "I can't talk"

"Why?"

"VCD"

And then we go on with the usual questions in the Zoom chat box. During this, the nurse turns their screen to the side a bit and asks, while bearly moving their mouth, "What is this?"

"VCD? Vocal cord disorder" the other nurse who isn't in screen answer

The two nurses then have a vocal conversation. The one in screen bearly moving their mouth, while I'm there answers texts in chat as if I couldn't hear them.

Once again, if I can't talk, I obviously can't hear :D

Anyways- Did you know that changing your clothes is good for sensory input? If you stay in the same clothes for too long then your nervous system will think it's just not focusing on the sensory input and will focus more so it can feel the change in input- which can cause an increase in pain

[samsimisauser]

The Question

There was a certain energy to Chat that none of the other people she had been with had ever managed to match.

Whether it was touching him, kissing him, holding him, talking to him, or just existing with him, there were other people and then there was Chat. At this moment she was engaged in a different contemplation however. There was a question she needed an answer to.

She pulled away from his lips for a second and spun him around, pressing his back to the wall and looking up into his sparkling eyes. She grabbed is face and asked in a hushed voice "Chat, would you die for me?" He gulped and nodded, whispering "you know I would". She pressed her lips to his again, tongues dancing a familiar dance.

She let herself be spun around, her back to the wall this time.Before he could start the flirting back up she stopped him cold with a finger to his lips. Piercing him with an intense look she asked "Would you kill for me?"

In a chocked voice he answered, half in awe, half in fear

"You know I have, my lady"

She let herself be spun around again, let herself be drawn into another kiss.

Pulling away his lips again, she grasped his cheeks. His smirk fell from his face and the teasing question about where exactly she was going with those questions died on his face. Her fingernails turned to claws against his skin, if he was an ordinary human she surely would have pierced his skin.

Through narrowed eyes she hissed "But would you live for me? " He startled, she took a step toward him, still clutching his face. "It's not a complex question Mon Chaton, if I was stuck and couldn't get out and I told you to run would you" she leaned her full weight onto him, laying her head on his neck.

One, two three butterfly kisses on his neck.

Bearly making a sound she whispered into his skin "if you were holding my hand at the end and I told you to find someone new, would you?"

She shook, desperately clutching him. "Please Chat! Will you live if I'm gone? " Uncountable Emotions were swimming in his gorgeous eyes

"Tell me!"

She demanded.

"I don't know. " He whispered "i hope it never comes to that." Gently he removed her hands from his face, placing a gentle kiss on each. He closed her into his arms and she heard his heart beat, erratic and fast.

They stood like that for a few moments. Perhaps minutes, perhaps hours. She felt sorry for ruining the mood but she needed to know.

He sniffed and she felt droplets hit her hair.

He was

He was crying.

Her dearest partner was crying.

She had genuinely distressed him.

She needed his answers, no matter how much pressing him like this hurt.

"I think I would try. " He said wobbly. "I don't know if I would succeed but I would try."

A shuddering breath. "Loosing someone you love hurts in a way that you don't really ever heal from. You're never quite the same after." She looked up into swimming green eyes. He smiled a watery smile at her"but I promise " Chat said reverently"I promise to still be. To live if you're gone before me. " He sighed"I don't know if I could but I will try"

That was all she could ask for.

That was all she would ask for.

She knew he would try his best.

For her.

In her Memory.

If.

She kissed him.

[yourmamakira]

Reader who's a cat!Spider and gets shot during a duo mission.

"Catastrophic damage"

Miles x Spider!Cat-hybrid || "Small Angst post no one asked for, but you're getting it." || TW : death, Blood, angst, fluff if you squint,

pronouns — their/they/you/your/you're

Reader, who jumped in front of a bullet that was aimed at miles in the last split second. Who didn't even think about themselves, only Miles.

Miles, who didn't realize they got shot until they found somewhere they could relax from the villains for a second.

Miles, who turns around to find reader holding their side with blood spilling from their suit.

Miles, who runs over to catch them when they fall and nearly pass out from blood loss. Who holds them in his arms as they struggle to breathe.

Reader, who takes off their face suit and grabs Mile's face to look at Them in the eye, not wanting the image of their bloody hands around their incurable wound.

Miles, who breaks down. Not being able to shake the feeling that if he was just paying attention they wouldn't have had to jump in front of the gun for him.

"Wh-what- no- you- you can't leave me here! Please- we can fix you up, and- and-"

Reader who puts their hand on Mile's Face and weekly smiles. Not wanting a frown to be the last image of the their lover sees.

"Miles. It's okay." Reader who can bearly speak, the blood is slowly rising, filling their lungs.

Miles who shakes his head, and racks his brain over and over for the exact moment that he could have prevented this, Of every possible way to bring you back, Every possible way that this could be fake, not real. That hopefully he was just dreaming.

"No it's not okay! I can't do this without you- I can't-I can't-" Miles whom Grabs your hands, your hands which are slowly losing warmth. He grips them tighter, trying to preserve the heat for ass long as he can.

Reader, who shakes thier head and keeps that same smile on their face. Never letting it father, no matter how much it hurts.

"Miles, h-honey, you have you-" "no. no- no- no!" "miles- miles please! you have to, please... please."

Miles who grips them tighter, till they can't feel thier hands anymore, but somehow is the only thing they can feel anymore.

"Miles it's okay, I'm a cat remember...? I got nine lives.." they chuckled at their own joke. It wasn't funny, but very bitter.

"And how many lives do you have left...?" He asked, but didn't want to know the real answer.

They smiled bitterly as for the first time, their smile fathered, but just a bit. "One."

Mile's tears feel onto Your face, mixing with yours as you both prolonged the inevitable moment of your last breath.

The truth hurt, you were going to die. And there was nothing either of you could do about it.

Reader, who grabbed miles face once again, to make eye contact. Who was never really good at it.

"Miles, listen to me. Okay? No. Just listen" you spoke in such a serous manner, Miles had no choice but to listen, he had never heard you speak with such tone. He took in every word, for he knew that they were going to be your last.

"For as long as I could remember, it was me and you. When you began a spider, I was right behind you. When your uncle died, I was with you, when we traveled the Multiverse, it was me and you. I love you, so much. So, so so so, much you will never know."

Now it was Their turn to cry, the tears poured heavy like rain fall, they couldn't be stopped. They would never talk to miles again. And it was their worst nightmare.

Miles, who put his hand on top of readers hand, and felt the warmth slowly fade away.

Miles nodes his head along with your words. Taking in every syllable, every pause, every heave, every breath.

Miles who holds you close to his chest, and reader who listens to his quicken heartbeat for comfort.

"Miles, you have to promise me Somthing, okay?" They spoke, with the last breaths they could muster up, as blood began to pool from their mouth.

Miles who nodded his head rapidly, "yes, anything, anything for you."

"Live. Live on. Live on for me. Never stop being, then amazing Spider-Man, everyone knows you are. Change yourself for nobody. And please-" the dark liquid, clogged their throat. But it had to be said.

"What? What-what?" Reader who squeezed Miles hand as tight as they could.

"Remember...you-you can't save everybody."

And as their eyes fluttered, and body shook, they took their last breath. And their body laid unmoving.

Miles. Who stayed there for hours past his mission time and cried, while holding your lifeless body in his arms.

Then miles, who snapped and killed every Villain in sight without remorse, then carried your corpse back to the HQ. Then to your funeral. Where you were finally laid to rest.

It wasn't a dream, and if it was it would be a nightmare. But he would have still settled for that Instead of this. This cold harsh reality.

The cold harsh reality that you were gone. That you were really gone. And he would have to face the multiverse without his partner in crime. Again.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

A BREATH OF FIRE ox Min Yoongi

[Hybrid Gods AU]

PART THREE

A taste of honey and dreams

Side characters: Park Jimin/White fox hybrid, Kim teahyung/Human King.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, violence, sharp objects, suggestive words, smut, alcohol, killing.

Genre: Fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, R +18.

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The sun rays bathed my skin as i sat beside the river, my feet getting wet as sank them in the water warmed by the hot summer sun.

Fragments of images blurrier my vision, happening so fast. At first I was walking beside the river with the sun shining bright and the birds singing while the trees danced with the wind. Then the night fell, i laid in bed while a lady was beside me, blood all around me and I felt cold. So cold. The lady cried while holding my hand. I couldn’t move, no words came from my lips all a saw before everything changed was a shadow of a man dressed in black behind the lady.

The images changed fast, a man was in front of me. Goosebumps run all over my skin as he walked towards me but i didn’t felt frightened, I felt happy. Relived. I run to him. Arms closing around his waist tightly.

- teahyung…

My voice was a whisper under water, but my heart burned with feelings I didn’t understand. Who was this men? What where my feelings for him?

- my dear yn…. - his deep voice made me look up at him, he was beautiful but looked so sad - i missed you so much I thought i was going to die.

- Don’t said that. I’m right here my king…

Anguished i felt, so suddenly the images change but i couldn’t make out what it was. I saw fire and people running around, then a stabbing pain on my stomach. An arrow.

You know that feeling of when you swim deep in the water and come back to the surface. That was what i felt when I finally woke up from that dream.

Relief flowing through every part of my body as i took in my surroundings. The ceiling of Yoongis room, the smell of wood and cinnamon and in the background of everything else thundering.

Heavy rain fell outside, the sound of it helped in calming my fast beating heart. It felt real.

A warm weight laying over me and i knew i was safe, once my eyes fell on his face to the sight of his massy hair all over his face, one arm over my waist holding me tight. I moved his hair out of his face smiling as I look at his soft features while he sleep. Although the scar gives him a different demeanor, he just looked endearing to me.

I run my hands through his hair, softly touching the base of his long black ears that laid flat against his head, hiding on his hair you could bearly tell he had them.

A soft moan left his lips, his brows furrowed as he stoped my hand from moving. Holding it softly in his, eyes still closed he left a small kiss on the palm of my hand. For a moment i thought I had crossed the line he draw, but his reaction told me otherwise. Was he still sleeping?

My question was soon answered as golden eyes stared tiredly at me, he had a lazy look on his face and he smelled like flowers and honey. Such a different contrast as to what he usually smelled like, but still heavenly.

- are you okay? - he asked, voice raspy and deep.

- Yes… why?

- I heard your heartbeat… was it a bad dream? - his thumb moved slowly against my hand, massaging the palm as he looked at me.

- Kind of… but it was just a dream - I assured him.

He gave me a “okay” while putting my arm around his neck laying completely over me, his head over my chest. I went back at caressing his head, running my fingers against his hair.

The sound of rain and thunder in the background was so calming and peaceful i was almost drifting back to sleep again, but my mind woke up quickly at the reminder of Jimins arrival with sweet bread for breakfast, he would be delivering the bread at any time. I had to get things ready for breakfast.

- I need to get up - i said, hands sliding to his shoulders trying to move him off of me.

- No… - he only murmured. Not moving an inch.

- Yoongi… I have to make breakfast and Jimin - i tried to convince him.

- Jimin won’t be coming today… - he interrupted me.

- He won’t? - i asked, he always did - why not?

- He don’t like rain and getting wet - he said lifting his head from my chest to look at me.

- Oh… but still - i said, his golden eyes staring into mine. - if you want to stay in bed is okay, I can work by myself i just…

He didn’t let me end my sentence and was already getting up in a second.

Fixing his clothes before making his way to the door he gave me one last look.

- let’s make breakfast - he said before leaving.

I sat there stil not understanding anything. What has gotten into him?

This moody fox.

…

We eat breakfast quietly enjoying the sounds of the rainy falling outside, it had lessen from now. No thundering sounds anymore just a quite rain. It felt so peaceful as some birds where singing, happy for the rain after so many days of hot sun.

The sweet smell of coffee and honey bread brought a comfort to me, Yoongi sat in front of me this time eyes on his coffee as he drank and a book on his other hand.

I watched him as he read. His eyebrows would furrow here and there when he read something intriguing. He would lick his lips after taking a sip of his coffee then would go back his full attention towards the book in his hand.

I watched as he turned the pages, fingers sliding over the page every time he read one and went for the next one, his golden eyes looked darker this time.

I felt my cheeks getting warmer as i stared at his neck, his Adam apple moving down once he took a sip of his coffee. His colar bones showing as the hanbook was slightly opened and still messy, half of his chest exposed moving up and down slowly as he breathed, his soft skin seemed to shine over the grey light coming from the window.

I was lost in every inch of him, not even realizing he noticed me staring at him. Cup of coffee still on my hands in front my lips, to busy looking at the fox that sat in front of me to drink my coffee.

- you’re staring - he said, not looking at me. Eyes looked on the book in his hand.

- You look good… - I confess, almost inaudible checks hot and red.

He didn’t say anything but I noticed the small smile he had on his lips.

After we have breakfast i went outside, watching the rain fall in the garden. Some people don’t like the rain because it makes them sad. But i always loved the rain, it brought me serenity and calmness.

The roses seemed to bloom even more in the rain their perfume was everywhere, the garden was so beautiful it looked like a painting.

I hugged myself as a cold wind flowed through, the leaves on the floor danced around as the wind moved them.

I couldn’t help but let the flashbacks from my dream run through my mind, my heart felt heavy at the thought of the man. Just who was him?

Up until the point I touched him the dream felt like… a dream. Then it was as if i was right there. Every bit of feelings i had at that time hit me with so much pain, I loved him. And it pained me. Why?

- what’s going on the head of yours? - Yoongi said behind me. I turned to him noticing he changed his clothes. Now wearing a black hanbook.

- Nothing. - i said, for some reason telling him about another man didn’t felt right to me.

- Don’t lie to me… - he walked in my direction, out of instinct I walked back making him stop then he walked towards me with absurd speed, holding me against the wall. Golden eyes burning into mine.

- Yoongi…

- You promised me… - he said, as if not believing in it - you promised you wouldn’t… - before he could finished I stoped him, I knew what he was thinking. I knew he thought that mark on my hand was still reason to make me uncomfortable.

- And I’m keeping my promise, it’s not that… - i assured him, the worry in his eyes subsiding - the dream… i think I saw my past life.

I finally take it out of my chest what has been ghosting around my mind, a sight of relief coming from his lips worry slowly leaving his features, his glare on me wasn’t angry anymore but gentle and understanding.

I knew he just worries about me, somewhere in his heart he cares for me and just want to protect me. It felt hard on me keeping things from him knowing that. But at the same time, those were things I wasn’t even sure of yet.

- sorry… - i said, guilt weighting on me for making him worried about me - i should’ve told before.

I know I could tell him about everything but it still confused me, i didn’t know anything i saw in that dream.

- No… it’s okay - he told me, pausing for a moment.

He looked to the side before looking back me, his hand leaving my sides as one he held my chin slowly caressing it, the other rested on my waist. He pressed his forehead against mine as he closed his eyes taking a deep breath before looking back into mine.

- what did you saw? - he was more gentle now, still caressing my chin.

- I can’t really tell… - I tried hard to picture the images I saw in my dream - i only saw fragments of images…

I wondered what i could tell him about the dream and from some reason telling him about the men i supposed I was in love with seemed to bother me, it felt wrong as I was in his arms.

- there was a man his name was Taehyung, i think he was the king…i called him that… - I tell him.

- Just that? - he asked. Curiosity shining in his golden eyes. He was giving me all of his attention.

- I saw how I died… - I could still feel the way the arrow went into me, a chill running down my spine as i remember it - the rest was only in fragments nothing clear…

He sighted, hand falling on my waist as he pulled me closer for a hug. Burying his face on my neck as he moved his hands up and down my sides in a gentle caress, i closed my arms around his neck embracing him back. His delicious smell of wood and cinnamon surrounding me.

He began to slowly leave small kisses on my skin, starting from the back of my ear down my neck and colar bone. Stopping to look me in the eyes again, our foreheads touching and the tip of his nose slightly brushing against mine.

He moved us forward, pushing me completely against the wall, a gasp of surprise falling from my lips. His hands holding me tightly against him, body fully against mine as his golden eyes burned with so much fire over every inch of me. I felt like melting as one of his hands held my chin up, his face nearly inches away from mine lips brushing over mine. I closed my eyes waiting for him.

- am i interrupting something?

Yoongi pulled out from me so fast at the source of voice I almost lost my balance. It was Jimin. He wore a baby pink hanbook that shined on the silver light of the sky, it gave him a look at cuteness and innocence.

- don’t you hate rain? - Yoongi said, i notice the slight impatience on his tone. Angry from being interrupted.

- Yes - Jimin walked to us then pointed to the sky - but it stopped… - he looked at us both up and down eyes stopping at Yoongis hand still on my waist.

I quickly brushed Yoongis hand off and made my way towards Jimin, taking his hand in mine quickly running away from there with him. Yoongi looked like he could punch him at any moment. I didn’t want that to happen.

- so good to see you made it today - i said, rushing inside the house - did you brought that delicious bread?

- You bet! - he answered excited.

Once inside he went straight towards the small table in the middle of the kitchen, putting the basket with all the bread and sweets on it. I was immediately hit by the delicious smell of it. He opened the basket and my mouth watered at the sight of so many different kinds of sweet. Straight out of the oven, I could tell from the small mist coming from them. There was a small bread full of sugar and strawberry jam, a bread bathed on honey, small and round shining with honey all over it.

- oh my, Jimin! - I exclaimed eyeing the sweets - they look so good!

- Try this - he gave me the strawberry one, i took it from his hand and it was impossible not to get sugar all over my fingers. And the taste? Simply delicious and so juice. The strawberry jam was sweet and perfect.

- It’s so good oh! - I complement him. Mouth full and lips covered on sugar.

He smiled shyly a bit of red on his checks, he turned to take the breads out of the basket putting them over the table.

- Is it that good? - Yoongi suddenly said coming towards me and Jimin, I watched as he slowly made his way towards me.

He had that look on his face. The one he had on the bath last night, golden and fierce. Long ears standing proud on his head as he walked towards me as if i was his pray, before I could try to escape he was right there in front of me.

- let me try it - he said once he stood in front of me. Golden eyes never leaving mine.

I swallow hard, not once did it crossed my mind he would hold my hand with the bread and bring it towards his mouth taking a bite of the bread so slowly. Torturing me with his golden eyes staring straight into mine as he licked the sugar off his lips. Same lips that were on my skin not long ago. It was turture.

His hand slided down my arm slowly, he made sure to touch every centimeter of it after he’s done.

- delicious indeed - he said, never once did those golden eyes left mine - oh… you got some sugar here.

He moved his hand to my face, thumb sliding over my lips taking all the sugar from it. Golden eyes fallowing his touch over my lower lip, looking up into mine only to lick off the sugar from lips on his thumb, so damn slowly.

My mind was going places. Racing with thoughts and my body burned everywhere he touched.

- Should I… should i make some tea to drink with the bread? - I try to run away from that awkwardness. Jimin only looked at us confused before saying a small yes, he didn’t understand what was happening and it showed in his eyes.

To be honest neither did i. Yoongi has been acting different towards me ever since he came covered in blood, more touchy and protective over me. It made me nervous. So nervous at how much i desired him. Did he felt that too?

As i make the tea Jimin tells me he’d get the table ready and i decide to make a Chamomile and peach tea, I fill the kettle with water and turn the stove on. Watching as the fire starts to heat up the kettle and i put the tea inside the teapot. Since i had my back towards them the whole time i didn’t notice Yoongi coming behind me until he corners me against the sink, both his hands on each sides of my body. His soft breath hitting the back of my neck sending chills down my spine.

- did i made you uncomfortable? - he asked, worry in his voice.

- No… - i whisper, wondering if this was about the strawberry bread or the incident outside before. - not uncomfortable, just…

- Nervous? - he didn’t let me finish not single drop of worry in his voice this time, his lips slightly brushing on my neck. I could only nod. - good.

Good.

A ghost of a whisper as he then left to sit in front of Jimin on the table. I swallowed hard, checks burning red.

What does that mean? Does he know how he makes me feel? Does he know i want him… is he doing it on purpose?

I didn’t thought much of it as the kettle was starting to make an annoying sound, i pored the hot water in the teapot breathing the smell of peaches and chamomile.

We can deal with it later.

….

Jimin and Yoongi were talking a lot more today, and i quietly watched them as they proceeded to make a comfortable conversation. Yoongi seemed to be in a better mood today, they talked about different topics and things i didn’t understand about their world. Jimin would explain to me excited at my curiosity and Yoongi would listen and watch us, a found smile on his face.

Time passed so fast i didn’t realized we’ve been talking for hours till Jimin says he has to go now, Yoongi fallows him outside turning back to me only to say he has some fox duties today.

I only nodd and smile to him, assuring him it’s fine. He gives me one last smile before going for real.

Once it was just me in the house i took my time to clean up the table and put the food in their place. After that i decided to read something till Yoongi comes back, so i went to our room stopping in front of his bookshelf. I picked a book of poetry which had a red cover with the name written in gold.

Sitting on the bed i got comfortable before i began to read, line after line the book getting me completely into it. The soft sounds of rain falling outside was music to my ears as i continued to read, looking outside of the window from time to time admiring the rain.

One thing added to the other, the smell of honey and the sounds of rain falling down. My mind was being serenaded by the words in the book and everything seemed to be so peaceful and comfortable.

Eyes staring to get heavy and slowly i fell asleep, face over the book but still so comfortable. How?

I didn’t worry about that in the moment, my only thought being how comfy I felt in that moment. Falling into a deep sleep.

More and more deep.

Yn.

The sound of rain further away from my mind.

Yn.

Deeper into the darkness of my dreams.

- yn… - a deep calm voice whisper in my ear. - my darling please wake up for me?

Hands moved up on my back, it didn’t scared me far from it. His touch felt nice. So deliciously nice.

- humm… Teahyung? - still sleepy I said.

- yes my darling…

My eyes opened slowly and I took in his face. He was over me, his hands caressing my face so delicately. A found smile on his lips.

- I’ve missed you my queen… - he said, before lowering down to kiss me and I closed my eyes waiting.

Everything changed in a second after that, I opened my eyes at the sudden feeling of cold only to see the full moon shined bright in the sky as i looked at it. It didn’t bring me comfort as it usually did, no.

This time I felt pain. The more I looked at it the more it pained me.

- yn…?

I turned to him immediately as I hear his voice asking for me, a hopeless sight escaping my lips at the sight of him. Covered in blood again, the sword on his right hand.

- no, Yoongi… - my voice was bearly a whisper.

- yn?… - the sound of his voice cracking as he walked towards me, eyes shining but this time it was from tears.

I walked towards him as he came to me, tears falling over his face. He looked so terribly sad and lost, I just wanted to hold him in my arms.

But he walked right through me.

I stoped in my tracks. It took me a second to realized. I didn’t wanted to turn around, deep down I kinda knew what was waiting for me. Even so I turned back, only to see the the flames growing more and more on the house, his house was on fire. Falling apart.

Yoongi fell down on his knees in front of what i now realized was… my dead body, he held me against him crying out loud. His cries where a punch to my stomach. Each time another painful cry left his lips was a painful stab into my heart. Tears falling on my face and i kept screaming to him. “I’m here” “I’m alive” “please… look at me”.

But he never did.

That felling of almost drowning but then coming back to the surface, waking up from that dream felt like dying and then being forced to come back. My chest was hurting painfully, my body still recovering from the dream, that pain felt so real and heavy on my chest.

If I closed my eyes again i could still hear his cries, wiping a single tear off my face as i remember it. How was that so clear? It felt so real i couldn’t make it up.

The sound of rain was heavy now, i looked up the window to see the sky has darkened. I must’ve been asleep for a long time, taking a deep breath i made my way out of the bed. Wondering if Yoongi had come back already or if he’ll come back only tomorrow morning like usual.

A sudden need to see him filling my chest, i just wanted to make sure he was okay. I didn’t think i would be able to wait until the morning to see him, not after that nightmare. In such short period of time he became so dear to me.

I didn’t spear any seconds as i quickly got out of the room, not seeing any sign of him in the house i make my outside.

That weight of worry melted out off of me as soon as my eyes landed on his figure, he was sitting on the porch a serene look on his features as he watched the heavy rain falling. For a moment i just watched him, taking in his presence. I felt like crying for some reason but held back.

He noticed my presence as he looked over at me and a small smile made its way to his lips, i felt so relieved walking towards him. Yoongi seemed to notice something wasn’t right as he took me by the waist as soon as i was in front of him. My arms closing around his neck as i hugged him tight.

- is something wrong? - he whispered in my ear.

- i thought you wouldn’t come back today - i reply, burying my face in his neck.

- sorry.

It wasn’t just any apology, he understood exactly what I meant and i know deep down he meant it for last time and for now. When he wouldn’t come back from his duties, and when he came covered… i just held him tighter as the image of him like that crossed my mind. We held each other for so long the sky began to clear, I looked up to find the moon shining over us.

For the first time i didn’t want to look at it, it made me nauseous. Something about it didn’t felt right with me, a sudden need to challenge it.

Sliding my arms over Yoongis i looked over his face, beautiful golden eyes staring into mine. We were so close yet i needed more.

- we should go inside… - he murmured - it’s getting colder.

I simply nodded letting him guide me back inside the house, his hand in mine the whole time.

Once in his room he turned to me, one hand gently caressing my face. The other one on my waist as he walked making me walk backwards slowly till the back of my knees touch the bed, I sat down looking up at him as he continues to caress my chin.

- you look tense… - his voice dark and velvet - allow me to… help you relax? - I feel a chill on my skin as he leans down, his face mere centimeters close to mine.

I swallow hard as he then draws his finger down from my chin to my neck and along my colar bone. Leaving a ghost of a kiss on my check he stands upwards walking to my right he sit beside me before sliding to sit behind me, both his thighs on each side of my body. I could still feel the tip of his finger dancing along my skin.

I almost lost my breath as he moves my hair gently to the side fingertips brushing slightly against my skin, just a simple movement but the way he does it makes into so much more. One arm circling around my waist as he than opened the not i made on the clothe i wore. He pushed slightly down making me hold it against my chest, turning to look at him from the side.

- don’t worry… - he murmured against the back of my hair - I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.

He began to push it down again just enough to expose my colar bones and shoulders . His hands sliding up my arms so slowly it felt like torture, he always loved to tease me I knew that. But this time it felt so nice I simply closed my eyes allowing him to do as he pleases, enjoying every second of it.

His warm fingers finally coming in touch with my shoulders as he slowly added some pressure with the tip of his fingers, massaging my neck in slow movements of up and down.

I had to bite my lips to hold a moan as he focused on my neck, aplaying pressure with his thumb in the back of my neck and slowly sliding down his fingers on my colar bones.

A long sight escaped me as i leaned my head back against his touch, feeling his breath hit the back of my neck as he came closer to me. He held me against him making sure i lean on him, completely rested over his body. He left small kisses along my neck, my hands resting on his thighs as he began to use his teeth on my skin. So slightly i could bearly feel yet enough to make his canines known.

- is this okay? - he suddenly asked.

- yes… - i could bearly say anything, completely lost on his touch.

I felt his smile over my skin, he was enjoying the effects he had on me. Yoongi continued the assault on my neck, this time leaving long wet kisses over it taking long licks on my skin from my shoulder up to my ear leaving a long kiss behind it. Sucking on it more harshly, his teeth clearly scratching my skin this time he was leaving marks all over it i could feel it.

His hands holding my waist tighter and tighter each time, i could feel his breathing turning faster as he held me against him. One final kiss over the curve of my neck, his hands sliding up almost too close to my chest but never trespassing it. He groaned against my skin slightly moving his hips up.

- Yoongi… - i moaned, grabbing his thighs sticking my nails on him.

Turning my face towards him i searched for what i needed the most now, his lips. One hand grabbing the back of his neck towards me to finally kiss him. We both moaned at the touch, wet lips finally meeting each other.

I wish I could say it was a romantic kiss but, it wasn’t. It was sexual and full of desire, tongues fighting for space savoring each other’s taste. We been teasing each other for so long, waiting for one to finally give in. Not leaving space for curtesy, he bit into my bottom lip just to lick over again.

One arm around my waist he held me tight before turning me over as he stayed above me, golden eyes shining under the dim light of his room. Lips red and plump from the kiss, his pointy fangs showing a bit as he smirked coming down to leave a small kiss on my lips.

Then my neck leaving a tray of kisses all over my chest and between my boobs, opened the hanbook completely now my body on display for him as he kept leaving kisses over my skin down towards my bellybutton. Hands over my hips as he slides them up over my ribs then down using the tips of his finger nails carving my skin, goosebumps flowing up my body at his touch making my arch my back.

Eyes closed as I felt him leave more kisses all over my hips, fingers sliding under the sides of my underwear over my hips to push them down. Taking them off completely from me, he stayed there on his knees just looking at me, cold wind coming from the window hitting my body making my nipples harden immediately.

He brought his hands over my knees, brushing his thumb over them slightly before opening my legs for him. His eyes savory every centimeter of my body, once he was satisfied he began to lower down towards my belly.

Leaving mouthed kisses and bites over my skin making a tray down where I needed him the most, his hands held my thighs in place as he gave my pussy a long lick.

I couldn’t stop my body from reacting to his touch, my back arching immediately seeking more of him. Hips rocking against his face.

- Yoongi… - i moan. His name falling from my lips like sugar, I feel him crave his nails deeper into my flash.

He started with long licks over my clit, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he began to suck on it moaning against my pussy. The wet sounds from his mouth on me driving me completely insane, every movement of his tongue against me sending a burning desire over my body, I couldn’t stop my body from moving against him.

It made him hold my thighs harder as he stared to move his tongue faster against me, one of my hands grabbing his hair as he sucked on my clit harder. He moaned against me, the vibrations of his voice making me go more and more wilder.

I was getting closer, he could fell it as he continued to move his tongue faster not stop in even fora second.

- Yoongi… - i moaned out his name, grabbing his hair harder as he groaned against my pussy.

I was so close I could feel my heart beating faster against my chest, blood burning through my veins. My hips moving against his face uncontrollably as I held his hair between my fingers, his nails leaving red marks over my thighs.

He continued to suck on my clit his voice vibrating against me, I could feel the heavy burning sensation of my high coming. I was head in the clouds so close to it. But then he stopped. I groaned inpatient. He lifted his head up from my pussy, smirk on his wet lips as he stared into my eyes with his golden ones.

His right hand sliding down my thigh.

- you taste so good… - he said over his lashes, I looked at him still coming from my high. - i taste you all night….

I could say anything. He didn’t gave me much time, pushing my hips against his face again. His tongue inside me as he used his finger to touch my swollen clit. My whole body was burning with his touches. Moving his tongue in and out of me so slowly in the most delicious way.

Hand instinctively gabbing his hair again as I rocked my hips up and down against his face, fallowing his peace. I felt my high coming again, so close but he never stopped his peace. I felt like a could met every time he moved his tongue inside me. Legs shaking around him, I couldn’t control my body anymore.

Begging him for more.

My feet sliding down over his back stopping at his bottom, he groaned against me. Sucking on my clit he inserted his finger inside my pussy, finally giving me what I wanted.

Meet sounds coming from his fingers fucking me as he continued to lick and suck on my clit, I was a complete mess. Legs shaking beside his head getting closer and closer to my orgasm, he kept going faster groaning against me.

- Yoongi… so close… - i moaned his name, grabbing his hair harder.

A wave of relief filled me, my heart was racing and my whole body felt so light. Everything felt so deliciously good I couldn’t explain. Looking down between my legs Yoongi now moved slower as I came into his fingers, he rode out my orgasm with his tongue, licking all traces of it from my pussy.

I caressed his hair as he began to trace the skin of my thigh with his finger, licking his wet lips he stared at me. Golden eyes shining brighter than I have ever seen, the sweet smell of cinnamon in the air coming from him more noticeable than ever.

His finger slides down, stoping at my hip and than sliding over my pussy so slowly a ghost of a touch, he moved his finger deeper against my clit deliciously finally sliding inside me again.

- Yoongi, no… - i manege to whisper to him. He chuckled not stoping his movements. - no I can’t again…

- Yes you can… - he murmured, low voice full of desire dripping from his mouth.

With that he slides another finger inside me making me arch my back, my hands closing into fists as I grabbed the sheets. He lowered his head down on me again, this time sucking over my clit as he moved his fingers in and out of me painfully slow.

- no… - i moaned again, but he didn’t stop. At this point I didn’t wanted him to.

- Come for me again y/n… - he growled over me, coming back for my mouth as he kissed me harshly.

I moaned against his mouth as he began to move his fingers faster, using his thumb to move over my clit as he went faster. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside me sinfully, his groans against my lips all driving me towards the edge again. Tasting myself on his lips, he slides his tongue against mine making me moan in his mouth.

My hands holding his shoulders tighter the closer I got, scratching his skin deeper his moans driving me completely insane.

- more, Yoongi…

- that’s my girl… - he said over my ear, leaving a kiss over it - com for me again…

- Yoongi…

I held on into him harder the closer I got, his finger moving in and out of me faster. He continued his assault on my neck as I held into his shoulders, nails marking his skin hiding my face on the curve of his neck.

I could feel that wave filling me up again, painfully slow and so good. My hips moving against his finger as he drove me to my second orgasm, I moaned out his name sinking my teeth over his neck.

I felt his voice vibrate through his skin as he groaned in pleasure, my nails sliding down his back leaving marks. He moved his finger slower driving the last bit of my orgasm.

My head was in the clouds again, my whole body felt so heavy and tired.

I moaned once he took his finger out of me, leaving a kiss over my check he stared into my eyes.

- that’s my girl… - he said, caressing my bottom lip with his wet thumb - taste yourself for me hum?

Slowly I opened my mouth for him, taking in his two fingers that were inside my pussy. Tasting my own juice as he looked at me with such pleasure, bitting into his own lips as I suck on his fingers. Feeling the soft tips slide against my tongue, wet with my cum. Holding his wrist as i suck on them, eyes locked with his golden ones.

- fuck.. - he cursed, closing his eyes - you’re driving me crazy y/n…

He slides them off my mouth licking them before coming back for a kiss, lips moving slightly against mine. Leaving one last kiss over my check, he caressed my face golden eyes staring into mine with adoration.

- you should rest now - he whispered against my neck.

- but you… - i moved my hands up his shoulders which he takes them into his to put them by my sides on the bed.

- i can wait for you tomorrow… - he pressed a kiss over my ear - I’ll need you full rested.

- oh… - i simple said, realization hitting me. He chuckled.

One hand he bald my thigh over his hip the other around my neck as he pushed me up to lay over him, my head resting against his chest as he still held my leg over his hips.

His hand caressed my head softly as the sound of his heart beat slowly draw me to sleep, my eyes feeling heavier each time.

The rain outside still falling heavy, thunder lightning above in the sky. The smell of rain misture with his heavenly perfume of wood and cinnamon, I held him tighter as i finally embraced my sleep.

That night I had no dreams of my past life.

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Taking care

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 390 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Plant

James is sitting in the living room. On the table in front of him is a plant that used to be green and had beautiful flowers. Now it’s brown, bearly holding up with no trace of those purple petals. He can’t even look at it anymore. He really tried to keep it alive this time. But sometimes he forgets to water it because he gets too busy and then he couldn’t remember when he watered it the last time. He tried to correct it and probably overdid it. So maybe the sun would help, or was it too much sun? It didn’t matter in the end. Because going by the colour of the plant it was way past saving now.

The thing is, he always loved flowers so much. He wanted to have the whole flat full of them, green everywhere. But he couldn’t keep alive not even a single one.

He can hear the door open, and he doesn’t need to look up to know it’s Regulus coming to pick up Sirius to go for a coffee as they always do on Wednesdays. He just continues to sit there trying desperately to find any sign of life in the plant, still hoping that maybe he can somehow save it.

“Killing plants, Potter?” Regulus snorts. “What did you do to the poor one? Tortured it?” Regulus expects James to look up with a grin on his face and a sarcastic answer on his lips. Instead, James abruptly stands up and picks up the flowerpot with his head down.

“Obviously.” He mutters and disappears to his room without another word. He puts the plant in the corner of the room, so he doesn’t have to look at it.

~.~.~.~.~

It’s the next day after James comes back from school lectures when he finds three new plants on the table in his room. Next to them is a simple note:

I’m sorry. - R.A.B. Ps.: I can come over from time to time to check on them if you want to.

James picks up the plants and puts them in different parts of the room so he can always see at least one no matter what he’s doing. He takes his phone out and searches for Regulus’ name. He types a short message with a smile on his lips: Thank you. I would like that. Maybe this time, it will be different.