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maineventbts · 2 years ago

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OMG!

pairing: idol!jhope x idol!reader

genre: pwp , fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: unprotected sex , oral m!receiving, deep throating, dirty talk , crying (minors do NOT engage).

summary: loved by everyone but ignored by the person you want the most. you’re determined to get hoseok’s attention.

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this ! pls ignore any mistakes and feel free to leave any comments/feedback in my inbox (anons are on) 🫶🏾

As an idol, you didn't have much time for romance. No dates or situationships, just you and your music. Though you were lacking in that area, you were very successful. Everyone believed that you were the sweetest angel, so kind and poised. With large audiences all over the world, you were loved for your many talents and visuals. Brand deals with Fenty, working with Dior, producing for artists like SZA. You were adored by everyone, except for Jung Hoseok.

You were infatuated with Hoseok. The way he walked, and talked, you were instantly hooked. You first realized you had feelings for him after meeting him at an awards ceremony. Of course, you loved his music and thought he was super talented, but seeing him in person changed the game. Unfortunately, he wouldn't even look your way. For the past few months, you've been trying to get Hoseok's attention. Batting your lashes at him, talking softly and sweetly. Parading around in your risqué performance outfits, whenever you get the chance.

The majority of your conversations consisted of compliments, admiring each other's music, and plans to work together soon. In all of your interactions, you've only seen him look once. But! He did stare for a long time. In fact, you received looks from all sorts of people, admiring your beauty. You were getting sick of getting attention from everyone but him. This week, you'll have the chance to talk to him again. There were rehearsals for the AMA's and you would both be there. This time, you were determined to reel him in.

You just walked off the stage with your group members. Rehearsals were out of the way, and you could focus on what you truly came here for. Stalking through the halls, peering around different corners, you waited to catch a glimpse of him. Your fellow members watched you from a distance, cackling at your devious antics. They knew all about your crush and encouraged you to indulge in some form of romance.

Finally, he was walking down the hallway you were in. It was nearly impossible to pry your eyes away from him. Admiring his casual yet stunning Louis Vuitton outfit. You whip your head around quickly, praying he didn't catch your wandering eyes.

You hear your name called, and you pick your head up, looking at the man of your dreams. "Hey, Hobi!" You both lean in for a small side hug and you're hit in the face with his alluring cologne. This man smelled and looked absolutely amazing, you were ready to drop dead.

"It's nice to see you again," you leaned up against the wall, gazing into his eyes. His hands are in his pockets as he faces you, dawning a sincere smile, "it's great to see you too! I saw you up on the stage, you guys were amazing." That one compliment has your knees buckling—he watched your performance?! You didn't show it but, on the inside, you were jumping up and down.

You thank him calmly while screeching on the inside. "It's a shame I didn't get to see you guys rehearse, I'm sure you did amazing though." The small talk between you two continues, with you throwing compliments and praise back and forth. The conversation further confirmed that you were indeed crushing on him. Hoseok was charming, just a few words from him and you were mesmerized. You've never been this infatuated with another person before, it was odd.

"Can I just say how great you look," you decided that it was time to make a move, you could only put up with the small talk for so long. Your bold statement caught him off guard, cheeks blushing a bright fuchsia. "Well thanks, you look amazing yourself," his words came out quickly, slightly stammered. His nervousness was apparent, and quite frankly, you were loving every minute of it.

Hoseok's face is blazing hot, while he struggles to look you in the eyes. He's trying hard to hold himself together, but everything you're saying to him sounds heavenly. You're one of the most attractive people he's ever met and you're giving him the time of day; he didn't know how to act.

"I mean it, anybody would be lucky to have you," you tilt your head to the side, refusing to break eye contact, "you're a total catch, kinda surprised no one's snatched you up yet." Fidgeting with the embroidery on his pants, Hoseok chuckled, looking down at his shoes. "I'm really busy, not much time for that," his response was quick yet calm, he was struggling to keep his cool. He hadn't been approached by someone as bold as you, he was caught off guard.

"Poor Hobi, all work and no play. Don't you want to have fun," you question, crossing your arms, "You like fun, don't you?" At this point, you were just messing with him, but hoping that he'd take the bait. Watching him be frazzled by your words was the highlight of your year. He brought his hand up, rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't stay still if his life depended on it. "I like fun, I'm just stressed these days," his response was the perfect set up for you to pull him in.

"Why don't you let me help you relax."

A few hours later, you find yourself in his hotel room. Hoseok's sitting at a desk while you stand behind him, hands massaging his shoulders. You can't believe that you were really doing this, you've never been this bold before. "That feels so good," he groans, visibly settling into his seat. Your hands slowly move from his collarbone to the buttons on his shirt, carefully undoing the top one. Before you know it, his shirt is open, and your palms are caressing his abs.

Hoseok was enjoying every second of this. The prettiest girl he's ever met rubbing him all over, willing to do anything to make him feel better; he was in heaven. Then reality hit him, "We really shouldn't." He instantly stood up, looking concerned. Your hands rested on the chair, fingers tracing the edges. "We really should," you responded softly yet swiftly. He rubbed his eyes, looking disheveled, and said, "I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." He was so sweet and concerned for your well-being. You didn't give a fuck. Hoseok could do anything to you, and you'd let him.

Your hand gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down to your level, "but I want you." He stared down at you, looking a little nervous, and what you said next didn’t help. "Don't you want me too?"

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Without any hesitation, he smashed his lips up against yours. Parting your lips, you allowed his tongue to sliver through, battling with your own. Moving away from the desk, you move your make-out session toward the edge of the bed. He pulls away, gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Your skirt and panties follow behind, dropping to the floor, piling up with his discarded shirt.

Taking initiative, you push him onto the bed, forcing him to sit. Standing before him, you press a light kiss onto his lips. The tingly feeling lingers as you pull away from him. "Been looking forward to this for a long time," your admission comes out slowly, extending your words. You carefully lower yourself to your knees, brushing your hair away from your shoulders.

You sit prettily in front of an excited Hoseok, eager to get his hands on you. His eyes are lazy, and he's sporting the cockiest smirk you've ever seen, waiting to see how well you can handle his cock. Unbuttoning his bottoms, you slowly pull them down, wanting to take your time. Pulling him out of his boxers, you let out a small gasp. You didn't know what to expect, but you were thoroughly impressed. You couldn't wait to sink your claws into him and swallow him whole (literally).

You wrap your mouth around the tip, precum giving your lips a shimmering coat. Letting your tongue carefully flick over his slit. Slowly, your mouth slides down his cock, almost stuffed. Hoseok looks down at you, taking in the angelic sight. "You look so pretty like this," he compliments, hands coming up to caress your face. He wonders how someone with such an innocent image is on her knees for him. He lets out a low groan, overwhelmed by the warmth from your mouth.

He admires your dedication, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as you try to fit all of him into your mouth. The sounds of you gagging and slobbering on his cock are divine. Each time his tip hits the back of your throat, he's gripping the bedding under him, trying to fight the urge to explode in your mouth.

You pull his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva following your lips. Instantly, his hands are cupping your face, and he's giving you a harsh kiss. As you stand up, you're lightly pushed from behind, falling over onto the bed. Hoseok is quick to discard the rest of his clothes, tossing them along with yours. He follows you, his hand smacking against your ass, enticed by the recoil.

Hoseok is behind you, hands rubbing over the entirety of your ass, "So fuckin' perfect," he mutters under his breath. Lining his cock up with your soaked hole, he slowly slides in. You moan in unison, overwhelmed by the pleasurable feeling. His hands come up to your hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to thrust into you. His pace started slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. "So big," you whimper, leaning your head against the bed.The stretch was refreshing, and you drooled at the thought of being filled with his cock.

Picking up the pace, your hips smacking against each other, echoing through the hotel room. Your arousal dripped from your pussy, making a mess on the bedspread. Each thrust is harder than the last, leaving you breathless. His cock easily slides in and out of your pussy with ease. You were soaking wet since you had your hands all over him. You find yourself trying to move away from him, only to be snatched back against his hips in a powerful thrust. "You wanted my attention so badly; don't run now," Hoseok chuckles, you're practically in tears as your nails dig into the bed. He found your behavior amusing; not too long ago, he was putty in your hands. Now, he has you lost for words, too cock drunk to speak.

Lifting your head, you turn to face the man behind you. "Feels so good," you whine while he continues to wreck your drenched hole. "Yeah? "You take me so well," he says, his words followed by low groans. "Been wanting this for a long time," he shamelessly admits, "thinking about how pretty you'd look on my cock." His words rush to your core. Everything he was saying was music to your ears; he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Your mind felt hazy, clouded by euphoric feelings and Hoseok. For the last few months, you've wanted nothing more than to be stuffed with his cock, and now you don't want it to end. "Oh, my god," you exclaim as you turn your head to face Hoseok, who is staring at you and biting his lower lip. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen. Smacks and moans can be heard throughout the room, you pray no one has come looking for him.

Too fucked out to form a coherent sentence, all you can do is let out an airy moan. You're hit with a powerful wave of pleasure, letting out a string of curse words as you fall apart on his cock. This doesn't stop Hoseok, he's still ramming into you from behind, hitting all of the right spots. "Look at you, doing so well," the compliment hits you right in your core, and you whimper in response.

Hoseok's thrusts begin to falter, his hands still tightly gripping your hips. "Cum in me, please," you're begging, which makes him lose all of his composure, paired with how tight you're squeezing him. Before you know it, he's letting out a series of grunts and groans. With one last thrust, he's spilling into you. He pulls out slowly, and you both sigh deeply, trying to catch your breath. Sitting back, you both watch his cum drip from your pussy. "So fucking beautiful," He says, staring in awe at the sight, ecstatic to see how messy he made you.

Pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, Hoseok runs his hand down your back as you struggle to pull yourself together. "You did so well for me," he reassures you, before grabbing a towel to clean you up. For someone you didn’t have much of a relationship with, you were surprised that he took such great care of you.

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After you've both cleansed yourselves, you're sitting across from each other on the bed. "Oh, my god! You liked me this whole time," you exclaim, sounding slightly frustrated. You've been showing off for months, thinking he wasn't interested, only to discover he's just as interested in you. Giggles come from the man in front of you as you explain all of your elaborate plans to get his attention. "You were just so intimidating, I didn't know how to approach you." His admission made you feel much better, you knew you weren't delusional!

"So, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

#bts #bts fic #bts x reader #bts smut #jung hoseok #bts drabble #jhope smut #jhope fanfic #jhope x reader #jhope oneshot #bts oneshots #hobi x reader

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mochegato · 3 years ago

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The Night of the Consequences

Continuation of Well, Well, Well, If It Isn’t the Consequences of My Actions

“Ladybug!”

Ladybug’s eyes widened, recognizing the voice booming through the Watchtower halls without even having to turn around. She eyed Chloe nervously. Why did these things keep happening around the nosy blondes in her life? She turned around with an overly wide smile. “Oh… hi… um… M.… Wing,” she stuttered out.

Son of a bitch! She really should have prepared for this. She knew it was coming. Granted, she didn’t know it was coming today, but it had to be coming soon, they couldn’t afford to let just anyone go around knowing their identities. If the family was really worried, they couldn’t afford to wait to talk to her about… well… her.

Bee side eyed her with an incredulous stare. “What the actual fu…” she started quietly.

“Is there something we can help you with?” Ladybug asked loudly, cutting off whatever rant Chloe was going to go on.

“Um well, first off,” he gave her an overly wide, supposedly charming grin, “you can call me Nightwing. M. Wing is my… father.” He cringed as he the last word came out.

Bee raised an eyebrow. “I thought your father was M. Bat.”

Nightwing puckered his lips. “Yeah… that’s… true.” He shuffled awkwardly.

“If you’re going to use that line, you’re supposed to say we can call you Night, which I’m not going to do, by the way,” Bee said flippantly and starting to study where her nails would be if she didn’t have gloves on. “Otherwise it really doesn’t work.”

“Bee!” Ladybug lightly chastised. She turned to Night… Wing… Nightwing! She wasn’t calling him Night either. “Sorry about her. I’d say she’s just tired, but that would be a lie.” She ignored Bee’s scoff and continued. “You said ‘first’, so I assume there’s a second?” she prompted.

“Right, right,” he nodded, finally seeming to settle a bit, his face becoming a bit more determined and the ‘charming’ smile returning. “I wanted to ask you about someone. She gave your name as a reference and I just wanted to see if it was someone we could trust.”

Bee leaned over to Ladybug’s ear. “Why does he keep smiling like that?” she asked in a normal volume. She shivered dramatically. “Creepy.”

Ladybug pursed her lips to stop the noise that wanted to escape, some kind of a combination of frustrated whimper and raucous laugh. “Okay,” Ladybug smiled tightly, focusing entirely on Nightwing. “Who was it?”

“Yeah, a name would be useful here, Smile Boy” Bee added in. “Or we could just give our opinion on everyone we know, along with a fashion critique. We can start with your costume history.”

“Bee, didn’t you have something else to do? Right now?” Ladybug’s voice was sharper than an obsidian edge. This was her boyfriend’s… future boyfriend’s?... love interest’s? Yes, love interest’s brother. She did not need to piss him off while he was asking her as a ‘reliable source’ about her.

“Nope,” Bee smirked back.

Ladybug groaned and turned to Nightwing. She nodded off to the side. “Should we…”

Nightwing nodded and followed her over. “Ugh, whatever. I didn’t want to hear anyway,” Bee grumbled and walked to get coffee.

“So, the woman I’m asking about is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You may have come across her in Paris?” Nightwing prompted.

Ladybug nodded. “I have yeah. She’s actually…” She bit her lip. She really should have planned this better. How much should she tell him? Clearly she wasn’t going to say it was her, but maybe she could say she was a part time hero? Or maybe she could just say they trusted her. The point was whether she could be trusted with their identities so maybe exposing her identity, one of them anyway, wasn’t the best idea. Maybe just that she knew their identities and had never told anyone? That should work, right? She just had to…

“It’s just,” Nightwing spoke up misinterpreting her silence, “my brother has kind of fallen for her.” He watched her face carefully when he said it to see if there was any indication of what she thought of the idea.

Ladybug’s eyes bugged out. That was not the approach she had been expecting. She thought he’d focus more on the identity aspect more than the personal aspect. Not to mention ‘fallen’? That was… they’d only just met. She knew he liked her but fallen was pretty strong. Did Jason really feel that way toward her or was Dick… Nightwing just exaggerating? And she didn’t even think Jason had told him they were seeing each other, let alone how he felt about her! She looked up and met his expectant eyes. Oh right, he was waiting on her to respond. But how did she respond to that? “Oh?” Very eloquent. Her eloquence was clearly not improving around the bats.

His face scrunched as he studied her reaction. It was definitely odd. “Yeah. It’s kind of bizarre really. Not to say anything bad about Marinette,” he rushed to assure her. “I don’t know her well enough to judge her, obviously. That’s why I’m here asking you about her. But he’s really taken with her really quickly. I’ve never seen him like this.” He suddenly stopped and his eyes blew wide. “Oh God! Don’t tell her that. Jason’ll kill me if he finds out.”

“Oh… um…” she looked away suddenly trying to hide her sudden blush and searched for a way to answer.

“Oh my god, y… Dupain-Cheng bagged another hero?” Bee exclaimed slapping Ladybug on the shoulder with her elbow and handing her one of the cups in her hands.

“Bee!” Ladybug exclaimed. “I thought you didn’t care! What are you doing here?”

“This is the thanks I get after bringing you tea?” she scoffed in pretend offence.

Ladybug rolled her eyes and let out a long suffering sigh. “This is just water.” She brought the cup to her lips. “Not even hot water! You brought me a cup of tepid water.”

“Oh my God, can’t you just be grateful I thought about bringing you tea?” Bee exclaimed, exasperation clear in her tone.

Ladybug gave her a deadpan expression. “Did you though?”

“No, not really,” she shrugged. “Let’s get back to Dupain-Cheng somehow managing to entice yet another hero though,” she continued, malicious glee sparkling in her eyes.

Ladybug’s mouth dropped in offense. “She does not date a lot of heroes,” she rushed to assure Nightwing. “Only the one, really…” She paused and looked at who she was talking to and her eyes widened in realization. “… not that there’s anything wrong with dating a lot of superheroes… if that’s… um… what you want to do,” she finished weakly.

Bee snickered at the flustered cover-up. “Yeah, she’s not like some heroes that date everyone they shake hands with.”

Nightwing gave an offended scoff. “I have not dated that many people… or heroes.”

Bee scoffed. “Maybe not that are officially sanctioned by the JL.”

“We didn’t say that you did,” Ladybug promised, “did we Bee?” she hissed at Bee through gritted teeth. “And even if you had, there’s nothing wrong with that. Right, Bee? Because there’s nothing wrong with dating around. Is there?”

“No,” Bee groused. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted for a moment before the pout became a vicious grin. “Yeah, sure, we can stop talking about his dating history. So, anyway, back to Dupain-Cheng…”

“Oh fu… I can’t believe I walked right into that,” Ladybug grumbled into her hands.

“It may be just the one she actually dated. The rest just have wet dreams about her.” She smirked at her.

“Bee!” Ladybug exclaimed her cheeks rapidly turning a dark scarlet.

“Relax, I know you and Dupain-Cheng have a… unique relationship, but that doesn’t change facts. And pretending like she isn’t getting lusty looks from other people doesn’t change it either.” Bee rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. The cup wasn’t nearly big enough to hide her widening smirk. “You’re just going to have to suck it up.”

Nightwing perked up at that comment. Well, that was an interesting tidbit. “So you must know Marinette very well considering you know her dating history so well.”

Ladybug nodded while still glaring at Bee. “Yes. You could say that. We know each other rather well.”

“Extremely well,” Bee agreed, her grin getting even sharper. “I’ve known her since we were children but Ladybug still knows her much more intimately than I do. Why don’t you tell him about her?”

“And I would trust her,” Ladybug continued over Bee. “I have trusted her with a lot, both in and out of the suit.”

Bee cackled at the answer “Yeah LB do tell. Go on about her amazing attributes. Tell us all about her.”

“Bee,” Ladybug whined, her cheeks heating up. Nightwing observed the interaction with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on, he’s going to think you don’t like Dupain-Cheng,” Bee teased.

“What! No!” Ladybug straightened quickly, her eyes going wide. “I do! I like Dup… Marinette,” she glared quickly at Bee before she whipped back to face Nightwing with wide eyes. “She’s great! She’s ama… She’s…” she faltered. This was so awkward. If she and Jason ended up getting serious, Nightwing was eventually going to know who she was and remember what she said here and if she overplayed it, he’d think she was pompous and hate her. Then his whole family would hate her and Jason would break up with her because his family would convince him she was a terrible influence.

But! But if she wasn’t complimentary enough he’d think she didn’t like… herself and that she wasn’t trustworthy. Then he would convince Jason that it was a mistake to be with her and he’d break up with her because he’d trust his family’s word over hers and think she wasn’t a good person and deserved to be miserable. She looked back up at Nightwing with a sigh. “She’s a good person. She deserves to be happy.”

Nightwing stared into her eyes for a few moments as if trying to read a part of her soul. Finally, his eyes softened to a more sympathetic glint. “I was worried about her knowing our identities but I’m mostly worried about him. He’s been through a lot and he can be pretty hot and cold because of it and I just…”

Ladybug’s eyes softened too. She looked down for a moment trying to figure out how to word her response. “She’s… Marinette’s pretty understanding. She’s had to deal with that before and it didn’t work then but… I don’t think that was on her…” She pursed her lips and looked down while the memories washed over her. When she looked back up there was a bittersweet look in her eyes. “She fights for the people she loves. She puts effort in. If you’re asking if I would trust her with an identity, I have before and she’s never let me down. If you’re asking me if I would trust her with your brother’s heart, I would. Whether it works out with him or not, she’ll still be there for him. She’ll do everything in her power to protect it. If you trust me, you can trust her.”

Nightwing reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “Thank you. This has been very helpful. I’m sorry if I brought up any bad memories.”

Ladybug shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I hope I made you feel less worried about her.”

Nightwing nodded. “You did. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome,” Bee interjected loudly. “Even though you didn’t ask me my opinion.”

“Sorry. I hadn’t been given your name as a reference,” Nightwing said with only the tiniest touch of condescension.

“I grew up with her,” Bee scoffed. “And even though you didn’t ask, I’ll tell you my opinion anyway.”

“Bee…” Ladybug started, but her voice was tired.

“I don’t know who your brother is, but whoever he is…” Ladybug sighed deeply and dropped her head. “…he isn’t good enough for her.” Ladybug’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped.

“Are you… are you admitting you like m… Marinette?” Ladybug gaped.

“Relax, I’m not like hitting on her or anything. I’m just... Shut up.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away with a pout. After a few seconds she looked back at Ladybug from the corner of her eye and rolled her eyes. “Close your mouth, LB. There probably aren’t flies here to fly in, but Beast Boy could always be transformed as a fly for whatever ridiculous reason and if you swallow him we can’t go on our date.”

“You’re dating Beast Boy? When did that happen?” Ladybug exclaimed.

Bee grabbed Ladybug’s arm and tugged her back in the direction they had been heading originally. “I was trying to tell you before we were so rudely interrupted.”

Nightwing watched them walk away with a smile and a small wave. That was a lot to take in, but at least now he knew she was trustworthy.

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Marinette had just gotten home and immediately collapsed into her bed after an extremely long and wearing day when he heard an incessant pounding at the door that wouldn't stop. “What the hell,” she groaned. She pushed herself off the bed with a great deal of effort and shuffled to the front door. “Somebody better be about to die,” she grumbled to herself, “or someone’s going to be.” She looked through the peep hole to see a frantic looking Jason.

She whipped open the door for him. “Jason! Are you okay?” She reached to check him over to assure herself he was okay.

Jason stared at her for just a second. “Dick just… He said… You slept with Ladybug! She’s the one you dated?” he yelled.

Marinette blinked at him a few times trying to take in what he just said. “What!?”

Continued in Truth so Cold

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milliumizoomi · 4 years ago

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Pspsps Bestie can I have some hcs with Sero, Mirio, and Tamaki + massaging your scalp until you fall asleep. Thank you hun! Make sure you drink water and eat food

Scalp Messages

Parings: Sero x POC! GN Reader, Mirio x POC! GN Reader, Tamaki x POC! GN Reader

Warnings: Major Fluff, slight cursing

A/n: ok but this,,,, I love u for this😀💕. It’s giving me life so ty and yes bestie I’m making sure I’m eating and drinking water u better be doing it to👀.

He takes such good care of you please

He always makes sure that your comfortable

And that you feel good too

I feel like he would be one of the best people to give scalp massages cuz he’s so gentle and loving bye

Like it feels like this man had been doing head messages all his life

𝐘𝐎𝐔 had been on lying on the bed for the last half an hour because of a head. It felt like your head was splitting open. And what make it worse was that you were alone in your dorm so you couldn’t do much about it. You lied there, sprawled out and groaning. Then a knock came to the door. “My fuckin savior.. COME IN PLEASEEE!” You yelled, knowing exactly who it is. Sero came strolling in with all your favorite stuff like sour gummy worms and your favorite hair oil and stuff if that nature. “I got your text my love,, want a head message?” Sero asked as he placed the stuff down. “Yes yes PLEASE I’m begging you,, my head hurting like a bitch” you say. He laughs at you and climbs on your bed. “Want me to use the oil?” He asked. You nod your head and hum in response. He grabbed the hair oil off the desk and placed your head in his lap. He opened the oil and put some on his hands and got to work. He was so gentle and it really calmed you and your headache down. Soon enough,, you fell asleep without even realizing it. Sero kissed u your forehead then laid next to you.

He’s also one that makes sure you’re as comfortable as you can be

He will come running if your in any type of pain and discomfort

And he will do everything in his power to help you

Always making sure his ministrations are ok and gentle,,

Call him your protector and your comforter

Everybody needs one of him in their lives

“𝐔𝐆𝐇” you said as you kneeled down rubbing your head in the girls locker room. You had taken a really nasty blow to the head. The teachers asked if you wanted to go to recovery girl for her to check you out to see if anything was wrong but you declined. You now regret that decision. You managed to get your uniform on and stumbled out of the locker room. “Damn I didn’t think it was that bad..” you groaned out as your head started pounding even more and the room started spinning. As you were holding onto the wall for support,, you bumped into someone. You looked up to see Nejire talking to another student. When she noticed you and the state you were in, she was quick to leave. You knew that she was going to find Mirio to tell him so you just stayed there with the student. She came back with Mirio and your homeroom teacher. “Babe! Are you ok..?” Mirio asks as he held you gently. You nodded slightly. “Take them to recovery girl and then take them to their dorm room and stay there with them.” You teacher said. Mirio nodded and then thanked Nejire for her help. He picked you up and carried you to recovery girl’s office and then carried you to your dorm when she was finished with you. He opened your door with the key and walked in and placed you on the bed. He then walked back to the door to close it then laud next to you on the bed. Your eyes were already closed so he just reached up to you head to give you head messages so help soothe you headache. You slowly began to feel heavier and heavier until you finally feel asleep. Mirio smiled at you and then pulled you on top of him and fell asleep as well.

The absolute best and nobody’s telling me otherwise

He is so scared of hurting you

He treats you like the most valuable thing ever

Always makes sure that your comfortable

And sometimes he so scared to touch you cuz he thinks he’s gonna make it worse so you have reassure him

But he tries his best to do all the right things for you

Oh and he also loves playing with your hair when you tell him he can

But sometimes he slips up and forgets to ask but you were ok with it because he’s the only one allowed to touch your hair anyways

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊�� we’re in his dorm watching a movie. You were cuddled up into him and you guys had a blanket over yourselves. You leaned your head back on his shoulder and he flinched slightly at the sudden action. “I-is something wrong babe?” He asked while looking down at you. You nod your head no while smiling slightly at him. “No bub I’m fine,, your just really comfortable” you tell him as you cuddle closer to him. He blushes at lot at your words. You lifted you head back up and then rested it on his chest. He smiled a little then reached up to your head absentmindedly and started rubbing it. You relaxed more into his hold. The more he massaged your head, the sleepier you got. “Ama..?” You called out sleepingly. “Ya babe..” he answered, still twirling your a piece of hair from your afro around his finger. “M tired,, can I sleep on you” you asked. He nodded quickly then gently pulled you on top of him. He reached over next to him and found a hair tie on the bed and gently put your hair in a ponytail. After that he kept watching the movie and rubbing your head,, just to make sure you were asleep.

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xlovelybeanx · 4 years ago

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✭ Here’s a little short fic I came up with at 1:30 at night, because... why not? (Upon finishing this story it’s now 2:27 - I ate food and I finished this “short” story. It actually turned out pretty long. Sorry.. hehe.)

✭Art belongs to @.patpaige as you can see in their logo. This artwork is amazing (<3).

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Title: “Tamaki vs. ...Eri and Mirio?”

Ship: Miritama ft. Eri

Summary: Amajiki is no good with kids, Eri finds out what tickling is and Mirio is somehow a great teacher. ... could be worse.

Warning: Tickle fic. I think that’s all you need to be warned about. <3

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“Ama-chan?” Eri’s soft voice echoed throughout the room as she laid down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling with eyes filled with boredom. Her white hair sat on the floor nicely, being held up with two bright red sparkly bows that matched her red overalls quite nicely.

The elder looked over to the girl on the floor, an anxious look spread across his face - of course, that was his normal face but the fact that Mirio - his boyfriend - had left him in charge of taking care of the kids. ...it made his stomach upset with every thought. “..y-yes, Eri-chan?”

“...will you play with me?” she asked, now sitting up in a criss-cross position, the twinkle in her eyes shining as she looked at him. The blue haired hero’s eyes widened with fear as he shook his head. “...you know, M-Mirio is a lot better at these things...than I am. You should just wait for him,” he said, waving dismissively as he continued to ‘supervise’ her.

Eri pouted softly, standing up - she wasn’t all that tall, but it still amazed him how much she had grown since... that day. “Please..?” she begged, clasping her hands together.

Amajiki only shook his head. “...honey, y-you know I’m...bad at this. You’ll have more fun with Togata, anyways.”

“But I wanna play with you..!” Eri sat down right in front of him, grasping on to the hoodie of his hero costume. Her grip wasn’t strong but it wasn’t letting go any time soon. He might as well just let her be, he thought as he closed his eyes and tried to think of a way to please her.

All of that was cut off when little fingers missed his hoodie and accidentally danced over the nape of his neck. A gasp escaped his lips, almost knocking her over as he went to protect himself from the ... weird sensations.

“A-Ama-chan? D-Did I hurt you?” Eri’s pout had turned to a slight frown, her eyes wide with fear. Amajiki shook his head frantically, a blush creeping up on his face. Petting the top of her head softly, he replied, “no. Y-You didn’t hurt me. Could I call m-myself a hero... if you out of all people hurt me? ..I may not be as strong as Mirio, but I’m... still worth being a hero. It just... er..” the rest of the sentence was lost in a mumble.

“Ama-chan! You have to speak louder, or else I can’t hear you!”

“...y-you just tic...” there he was, incoherently mumbling the rest of the sentence to himself- he almost looked a lot like Deku at the moment but Eri couldn’t bring that up. A bright red blush was on his face, and it was starting to creep toward his ears.

“I think what he’s trying to say is that he’s ticklish, Eri-chan.”

Speak of the devil, the childish blonde had come back with the snacks already - and he had heard everything that they did. Amajiki couldn’t really function after hearing that word - it was like his whole body stopped working with him.

“...what’s ‘ticklish’?” Eri asked, fiddling with her hands.

“...you see, Eri-chan, our dear Ama-chan is very ticklish..”

Mirio went over to the side of the shy boy, watching him curl up in a ball - his heart melted at the sight of his lover. A bright red blushy face, small whimpers coming out of his mouth, hiding himself so that he couldn’t get to his most ticklish spots - what a cute boyfriend he was.

“...and ticklish.. is a feeling you get when someone tickles you. ...it makes them laugh.”

“..laugh? Does it make them happy?”

“Oh, yes,” Mirio teased. “Very happy.”

Eri’s eyes widened in surprise before getting a mischievous glint in them. “..h-how do I tickle..?” she asked, looking down at her hands and feet - the more she tried to find the answer, the more Mirio felt sad and relieved for her. She was finally getting childhood experiences. ...maybe one that’ll stick for a while..

“This is how you tickle, Eri,” the blonde said as he wiggled his fingers in place, watching Tamaki already start to squirm in place. The teasing was starting to get unbearable - the more and more they said that word, the more he got butterflies in his stomach. Eri copied his movements, seemingly still puzzled at what she was doing.

“That’s it! Good job. Now you just have to do it on him.” Mirio applauded her, immediately grabbing his foot and holding it in place. The anxious hero’s eyes widened as he struggled in place - Eri looked almost hesitant to do it.

“He’s... struggling,” Eri commented, worry filling her face.

“That’s what people do. See, tickling causes fight or flight responses - which means they either run away from it or take it like a man. In which case, he tends to run away from it. I’m not hurting him, I promise. And if I do, I’ll apologize straight away. Sound good?” He held out his pinky and she took it with a nod and a grin.

“Now, wiggle your fingers on his foot. Test it out,” he said, holding him very still with both of his arms. The white haired girl seemed very shy about it at first, not really sure if she was doing it right, but when she glided her fingers on the sole of his foot, the reaction they got was instantaneous.

“...h-hold.. o-on! Aaaah-! Ahahaha... w-wait, s-stop! P-please..!” Eri almost seemed shocked at the giggles that he was producing - then again, no one had really heard him laugh. A smile was all they got, and even that was rare for them. “See? They laugh.”

“M-Mihihiro.. p-please! Dohohon’t do thihihis..!” The soft giggles were still pouring out of his mouth, as he hid his face within his hands, clearly embarrassed out of his mind.

“S-So... Ama-Chan’s happy?” Eri asked, never letting up her soft but vicious attack of his foot.

“Mhmm, very happy.” Mirio commented, releasing one of his arms to wiggle his fingers at him. “But watch. I can make him happier. I’m gonna need to let go of him, so watch out, okay?” The little girl nodded as she backed up, watching her hero release his grip and sit on his waist instead. She tilted her head softly, still really new to this.

“Tickle tickle, Amajiki~,” Mirio whispered into his ear, delicately attacking his ribs one by one. His laughter seemed to increase by a little - it was full blown laughing and not just small little giggles. Eri gasped, a smile on her face. “...show the little girl you’re happy, baby,” he said, grabbing his arms and holding them above one hand.

Amajiki was just too pure for this world, Mirio concluded. Hair starting to get all messy from the squirming, a bright red face the color of a tomato, eyes pricked with tears due to him not being able to take so much. ...it was just all too much for him. It made his little heart flutter with joy.

“...so, if I tickle here,” she pointed to her own ribs and then proceeded to poke the side of Tamaki’s, “..I make him more happy?”

“That’s correct. He can’t take very much of this, however, so we need to switch. I know, here!” Mirio pointed to his sides, smirking softly.

“... t-tickle tickle, Ama-chan!” Eri cried out as both of her hands found their way to his sides, making him jolt in ticklish agony.

“Y-You.. guhuhuhys are sohohoho mehehean!!” Tamaki shook his head back and forth as he tried to free himself from his loving boyfriend’s tight grip. “..p-please stohohohop..!” By this point, the poor boy’s laughter had turned a little bit wheezy, in which was a sign to stop.

“Eri-chan, let’s give him a break, yeah? We can’t keep tickling him - but we can after he recovers.” Mirio stopped his attack, and Eri somehow surprisingly stopped hers too.

“...t-thank.. you,” Amajiki wheezed, covering his face with his arms.

“C’mere, baby,” Mirio said as he gave a small kiss on his forehead, leaning against him softly. Eri sat down on the blonde boy’s lap, gaining a hug from him. The blushy hero “reluctantly” leaned back into his boyfriend, closing his eyes softly.

A guy could get used to this..

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ghostly-cabbage · 4 years ago

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Frigid (Chapter 4)

Genre: Horror, Angst, Enemies to Friends

Chapter Rating: M (Language, Mild Violence)

Word Count: 7,699

AO3 FFN

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Shit, shit, shit. Of course this would happen; a ghost attack two days in a row. Danny's luck was continually getting worse. Maybe someone cursed him. He should ask Sam about that.

She'd probably know.

The soft soles of his sneakers smacked against the linoleum floor as he ran. The halls were deserted, thank God. The likelihood of the alarm being pulled was reduced by at least a little bit.

First thing's first: he had to get the thermos from his locker. He transformed as he ran, the cold passing over him. He felt lighter, leaning forward into flight and zipping through the halls. He put on the brakes as he reached his locker, pushing an intangible hand through the metal to retrieve the thermos.

Energy buzzed through him, filling his ears with its dull roar. It was like adrenaline, pulsing through him, ectoplasm bursting to life to supply his core with power.

It was a familiar feeling—a sensation that used to leave him shaky and weak in the knees but now, he felt it sharpen his mind—power roiling underneath his skin, begging to be released.

Which ghost was crashing the party this time?

"I am the Box Ghost!" Echoed down the hall from around the corner.

Danny's shoulders slumped, and his head lolled back. Seriously? The Box Ghost? He heaved a sigh. Whatever; at least it'd be over quick.

Hopefully.

He flew down the hall and rounded the corner, coming face to face with the self proclaimed "Ruler of Boxes" and "all Square Shaped Containers".

"Why not make this easier on both of us and just surrender for once?"

"I will not do that! Never will the might of the Box Ghost quiver before a simple teenager!" He shook his fist like he was in some cheesy play.

Danny had to focus on not crushing the thermos in his hand like an empty soda can. At this point he had to wonder if the Box Ghost just did this because he was board. Ha, get it? Like cardboard? Bored?

...Nah, that needed more work. He was running out of puns for Boxy at this point. It'd been two years for fuck's sakes.

"Fine. The hard way then. Let's at least move to a more appropriate arena." Danny sprang to action. He flipped forward, bringing his heel down on top of Boxy's head. The force of the kick slammed the ghost straight down through the floor with a cry of surprise. Luckily he'd gone intangible so there wasn't a gaping hole in the floor of the hallway.

Danny wasn't some weak fourteen year old anymore, and if the Box Ghost thought he was going to hold back, he was grossly mistaken. He was having a shitty day, and ghost fights were always the perfect way to blow off steam.

Danny went intangible and followed Boxy down through the floor and into the basement of the school.

The Box Ghost was lying dazed in a small crater of broken concrete as Danny bared down on him. He somersaulted, aiming to slam feet first in the center of his foe. The Box Ghost yelped and went intangible just in time to avoid getting smashed further into the cement foundation. It shook the ground and sent cracks spider webbing several feet from the point of impact.

Boxy rolled away, and Danny had to dislodge his foot from the ground, floating above the rubble. He clipped the thermos to his waist, and pushed energy into the palm of his hand. An ecto-blast hissed and illuminated the dark underbelly of the school in green. The ecto-blast felt like a caged animal in his hand, a nocked arrow quivering against its string in anticipation of being shot.

The Box Ghost scrambled into a floating position himself, and flung an arm in front of him.

"Fear the wrath of… A—Ama… The Amazon?" Following his gesture, a wave of glowing Amazon boxes flew towards Danny. He kept a firm hold on the wild energy, focusing it to a single point and letting it go as a laser rather than a single blast. The beam sliced through the boxes like butter. Danny went intangible as the remnants of the boxes and their contents scattered past and through him, carried on by the inertia.

Whoever took care of the school supply budget probably wouldn't be too happy about that. Whoops.

The Box Ghost grunted with effort and sent more levitating boxes hurling at Danny.

Danny lifted his hand, palm flat. Instead of forcing the energy outward like a projectile he guided it to take shape in the air. A shield spread out in front of him, a wide, flat disk of swirling caustic green. The boxes slammed up against it with no hope of weakening its integrity. Danny rolled his eyes.

He was getting detention for this?

Boxy moved again, trying to come in from the right side with more boxes.

Danny abandoned the shield, dropping to the ground and ducking. The side swipe of cardboard whipped above his head but left him untouched. He shot into the air, rocketing towards his most annoying enemy.

Boxy tried to reel back, get out of range, but Danny was too fast. He caught the side of the other ghost's face in a right hook. The power behind it sent the ghost sailing to the left and into a giant fuse box on the wall. It had already been dim in the basement, but the damage to the electrical box plunged them into total darkness. And with it probably the whole school.

Dammit.

The only light came from the cold glow of their bodies. Danny watched the Box Ghost peel himself off the wall. He glared at Danny with fire in his eyes and with a scream he flung himself back into the fight.

It was like fighting a human. Seriously; Dash hit harder. And Valerie harder than that. Then again, with her suit Danny didn't think it really counted, calling her power equal to a human's.

Danny dodged blow after blow, slipping past the ghosts wide swings and clumsy blasts. He was hardly breaking a sweat. He'd fought the Box Ghost since he was fourteen, at this point he could do it in his sleep.

Boxy let out a frustrated cry and tackled Danny, gloved hands gripping him by the shoulders with a vice like grip. The two of them tumbled backwards, flipping end over end in the air a few times. Anger flared in the pit of Danny's stomach.

"Get the hell off me!" Danny tensed his lower body, coiling up and then snapping like a taut rubber band. He kicked the Box Ghost with a force that would have shattered ribs if ghosts had any. He followed it up with a blast that caught Boxy in the shoulder and sent him spinning away.

"I will not be defeated again by you, Phantom. I'll have your respect and then all of Amity Park's." Boxy sent box after box hurdling at Danny.

It felt like some sort of mini-game, blasting the glowing boxes out of the dark air one after the other. They exploded in flashes of green, cardboard pieces littering the ground, smouldering with red embers.

"Why don't you pick fights with someone more on your level." Boxy was floating closer to the ground, unsteady, and Danny could tell he was spent. He floated down towards him, clenching his hand into a fist and extinguished the burning ecto-energy.

"I'm not in the mood for this anymore. You're pissing me off." The temperature of the air plunged, and his words fogged from his mouth. "Go back to the Ghost Zone, Box. Before I make you." His words were rigid with the threat. He loomed over the Box Ghost, the blue glow of ice building in his hand.

The other ghost held his gaze at first, before it faltered and flashed with fear. Boxy knew he was no match for him, he could see it in the Box Ghost's eyes. As delusional as he was, or pretended to be, he knew.

The Box Ghost turned and fled, holding his wounded shoulder as he shot through the ceiling.

The threat was gone. The space fell silent, but Danny remained rigid, his arms stiff at his sides. His breath clouded the air in front of him in short shallow puffs. The blackness of the room vibrated like white noise around him.

He still felt like a coiled spring, a trap ready to slam shut. He had to go back, he knew he did. Face the screeching music that was his fucked up life.

Was this really it for him? To get detention, to fail classes, to always be in danger? To be pushed around, called a loser by people who barely even fucking knew him? Risking his life for people who didn't give a shit? People that spit in his face the next day? Was he destined to be alone? To never be enough? To be something he couldn't change? Something his parents would never fucking love?

Emotion swelled in his throat, constricting his breathing. He was shaking but not from the cold. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He screamed and fired a blast of ice with everything he had at the nearest wall.

The impact rattled the room and felt like it shattered the air itself. There was the harsh sound of creaking metal at different points all across the room.

He dropped to the ground, his hands coming up to fist in his hair, chest heaving. He stared at nothing, listened to nothing. If time stopped he wouldn't have known it. All he knew was that his chest ached and his head was pounding.

He still had energy. So much sometimes he felt like there was an ocean inside him, sloshing and raging. When he first got his powers, he had gotten worn out in ghost form so easily.

But the numbers and his parents' ghost equipment didn't lie. The more he fought, the more he grew, the stronger he got.

He hated it. What if one day he woke up to find he'd destroyed everyone and everything he ever cared about? Even after everything he'd done, everything Clockwork had done, was Dan still his future?

The sound of the basement door creaking open made Danny freeze. Reality snapped back into place as the rays of a flashlight caught him in its beam. He must have looked like a deer in the headlights, wide eyes snapping up to the person coming down the stairs.

"P—Phantom? That you?" Danny knew that voice. It was Rob, Casper's custodian. He was probably here to check the breaker box. He was a sweet old guy who sang to his dead wife when he thought no one was in the halls. She followed him around, a meek and quiet spirit, hardly visible and with no obsession other than standing next to the love of her life.

Danny winced, glancing around at the sorry state of the place. This wasn't the first disaster he'd left for the poor guy to try and clean up and it wouldn't be the last. He never seemed to hold a grudge though. Especially after the time Danny stopped Bertrand from eating him alive.

Danny held a hand up to shield his eyes from the flashlight. "Yeah. Sorry," he croaked. He floated back up into the air a few feet.

"What— what the devil happened in here, sonny?" He moved the flashlight from the huge crater in the floor, to the cardboard strewn ground, and the huge pile of ice on the opposite wall. But it didn't stop there; Danny watched as Rob's flashlight illuminated pipes all over the room covered in a thick layer of frost, some of which looked like they'd burst at the seams, the water that gushed out having frozen. They looked like some sort of cave feature or icicles formed in freezing rain.

"Ghost," was all Danny could muster.

Rob frowned and wrapped his arms around himself, shivering. "An' why's everything frozen? Feels damn near twenty below in here."

Danny smiled weakly at that. It probably was.

He didn't answer, just drifted up through the ceiling, his tail following after him in a gentle streak.

The halls were dark, but not empty. He turned invisible as he emerged and glanced at a clock. It was around the time sixth period let out. He'd been down there longer than he thought.

He sighed, making a girl start and look around.

He bobbed towards the chem room, hoping to snag his stuff without Mrs. Merriweather seeing one Danny Fenton, who was probably in a heap of trouble. He poked his head into the classroom. It was mostly cleared out, a few stragglers still cleaning up their lab equipment. The class wasn't as dark as the halls were, the huge windows letting in daylight.

Mrs. Merriweather was sitting at her desk, organizing papers with a pinched look on her face. He stuck close to the wall as he slunk towards his seat, third table from the front. His stuff was still exactly the way he'd left it.

He reached for his book, turning it invisible as soon as his fingers brushed its surface. Danny tucked it into the corner of his arm, and went for his binder next. He lifted it, strangling back a swear as it sent his pencil rolling off the table. He lunged for it, but missed. It clattered and bounced against the hard floor. He cringed as everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to look.

Nice one. He'd been like this for how long now and he couldn't even manage to pick up three things unnoticed? Idiot.

Mrs. Merriweather stood up from her desk and walked over, brows furrowed behind her coke-bottle glasses. He made himself intangible, floating backwards and holding his breath. Merriweather stooped down to pick up the pencil, examining it, and then looking down at the now empty table. He pleaded silently that she would just shrug and think nothing of it like a shitty video game character AI.

The other students had already gone back to their own business, eager to get out of class. Merriweather lingered, a hand going out to touch the place his stuff had been piled.

Shit.

She looked up and around the room, her eyes sliding harmlessly over his invisible form, none the wiser. She glanced towards the door and then back to the pencil in her hand. She snorted, clenching the pencil in her fist and went back to her desk, her heels clicking on the floor.

He let out the breath he'd been holding, wiping away cold sweat from his forehead. That was way too close. He really needed to get his shit together.

Danny glided towards the white board, sinking through the wall into the next classroom. He kept going straight, headed for the nearest bathroom. At this point he knew exactly where every bathroom and supply closet was in the school from any direction and through any wall. He probably knew more about the inner workings of the place than the people who'd built it.

The restroom was pitch black, no outside windows or skylight to let light seep in. He floated near the ceiling, listening for any sign that someone else was still in there. There was only the distant clamour from outside.

Satisfied the coast was clear, he touched down softly in a stall, and let the warmth of his human side surge inside him. He closed his eyes against the blinding light of his transformation. Slowly the sensations of being human came back to him, the heaviness of gravity pulling on his limbs. The general ache of having a physical form.

He swayed on his feet, slumping against the stall wall for support as tiredness hit him like a train. It was all catching up to him: the exhaustion, the hunger, the sharp pain pushing at the back of his eyes. He should have eaten more at lunch

His ghost half didn't suffer much from lack of sleep or food. He had his core and the surplus of ectoplasm and didn't have to feel how heavy and shaky his body was. How fragile. How weak.

Danny stayed like that for a few seconds, mentally preparing himself to leave, for people to see him.

When he'd built up the nerve, he walked out. Like always, he went to his locker. Sam and Tuck were waiting there for him.

"Box Ghost?" Sam asked, amusement coloring her voice. But when she looked at him closer, her face fell. Worry was a familiar look on her. "Are you okay, Danny? What happened?"

"Yeah, you look like shit dude."

"Gee, thanks." Danny stood in front of his locker and dropped his forehead against its cool metal surface with a thunk. He hadn't been ready to come out after all. Weirdly, he wished he was back down in the basement, where it was cold and quiet and he wasn't under anyone's scrutiny.

"It was just the Box Ghost though, right? He's all the scanner picked up. Well, other than you, obviously," Tucker said.

Danny didn't answer right away. Instead he closed his eyes, focusing only on the place where his head pressed against his locker. He took a deep breath. Tried to get his mind to stop whirling. He just had to push through it like he always did.

A hand on his shoulder, rubbing up and down slowly, reassuringly. He turned his head and opened an eye to see Sam looking at him. Her eyes were troubled and a frown tugged at the corners of her bold purple lips.

"Did the power outage have anything to do with the fight?" Sam asked.

"It's fine guys. Promise. Just Boxy. We played the game, I kicked his ass, he went home with his tail tucked between his legs." He shrugged and leaned away from his locker. He started spinning the padlock. Sam removed her hand.

Danny put the thermos on his shelf and forced a laugh. "Yeah, uh… Kinda punched Boxy into the breaker box. Like, really really hard. The thing is probably so fucked."

"Dude, nice! Hopefully they'll release us early because of—"

"There you are, Fenton."

It wasn't Dash, but Danny still stiffened. He turned to see Wesley Weston storming up to them. Even in the dim emergency lights, he'd know that stupid redhead anywhere.

"What the fuck, dude? Where the hell were you?"

Danny grimaced. Great, just what he needed. Another person on his case. "Uh, the bathroom?" Playing dumb was the easiest, most effective option. Sam and Tucker turned towards Wesley, a barrier of sorts between them.

"For like twenty minutes? Yeah, right, like I'd believe that." He glanced at Sam and Tuck, before his gaze landed back on Danny, eyes like flint. "I'm onto you," Wesley spat. For a second those words made his heart skip. "You ditched class just so you didn't have to do the stupid lab, didn't you?"

Oh thank God.

Danny said nothing, looking off to the side before looking back at Wesley. He was going for nervous, sheepish even, as if he'd been caught. It seemed to work. Wesley growled in frustration.

"Unbelievable. What's even the fucking point of skipping? Not like you can use the shit anyway, I'm the one that has to do everything." Wesley adjusted his grip on his books to rub his temples. "Listen, okay? I'm not thrilled to be stuck as your lab partner either. But unlike you, I'm not an asshole and I wouldn't just fuck off and leave you high and dry. So don't do it to me, got it? Great." Before any of them could say anything, Wesley Weston turned and walked off.

They all stared after him.

"Holy shit, what the hell's his problem?" Sam asked.

"No clue, but that dude's definitely got some major issues, man," Tucker said.

Danny shook his head. He didn't have the energy to deal with this. "Come on, let's get to class. I wanna go home."

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They ended up getting released forty minutes early. The breaker box was beyond simple repair, which meant the whole building was without power until tomorrow at least. There was also the burst pipes. Danny told himself he shouldn't feel guilty, but he did anyway.

He got home and made his way up to his room, dropping his bag to the floor by his desk with a thud. He stood in the middle of the room, staring at his bag. His head was static. Without thinking, he pulled out his desk chair and rifled in his bag, pulling out whatever the fuck homework he grabbed first.

Ugh.

Algebra.

Whatever.

All he needed to do was put the pencil to the page. Just that. The first thing. Write his goddamn name. He knew that one, right? His eyes skipped down the page to the first question. The black text stood out boldly from the bleach white computer paper it was printed on. The numbers and letters swam in front of his eyes as he tried to make heads or tails of what the hell it wanted him to do. The longer he looked the harder it was to keep his mind on homework.

He wondered if the Box Ghost had listened and gone home. He hoped so, he had enough to worry about with the new ghost he'd failed to track down yesterday. With any luck she'd gone back too. It reminded him that he still had to empty that big cat ghost from the thermos back into the Ghost Zone. It wasn't anywhere near full capacity, but it was risky to carry around a ghost or keep one in his locker for extended periods. His eyes fell to the gleaming metal cylinder poking out from his bag. He would do it now, but his parents were down in the lab, probably working on their newest paper on the ghost threat level. He really didn't want to have to face the fifth degree for where, how and why he'd caught a ghost.

He stared back down at his homework. The same question stared back, taunting him. He scribbled down the equation, hoping it'd click if it was in his own handwriting. He gazed at the mix of rigid and heavy left-slanted variables of the expression in his writing. He still had no clue what to do next. That was fucking pointless.

He groaned in frustration, resting his elbows on his desk and holding his head in his hands.

Why did math have to be so fucking hard?

Ugh, fuck it. He'd just cheat off Sam's homework tomorrow.

Like always.

He leaned back in his chair, hanging his head back to look up at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers stuck to his ceiling. A smile worked it's way to his face as he looked at them. The memory of the first stars to decorate his ceiling came to mind.

He was six and his Dad helped put them up. His parents knew how much he loved space, and even if it wasn't ghosts, they wanted to nurture his love for science. His Dad had hoisted him up on his shoulders, giant hands around Danny's ankles to keep him steady as he slapped the stars up with reckless abandon. He remembered bouncing around on his bed in anticipation of turning the lights off to see them glow.

He fell asleep under the stars for the first time that night.

These weren't the same stars. The original ones lost their glow after the years, pale green outlines that stopped sticking and fell down one by one in the middle of the night.

For his fourteenth birthday, Jazz bought him another pack. He hadn't put them up right away, lost under a pile of gifts, and forgotten in the bustle of summer fun and then starting high school a few months later.

Then he had his accident. Everything was different then. If he didn't have time to put them up before, he definitely didn't after he took on the role of Protector of Amity Park.

It wasn't until Danny was laid up in bed after defeating Pariah Dark, and Jazz took it upon herself to tidy up his room that she found them stuffed into one of his desk drawers. She hid them from him and excused herself to do some studying.

A few days later she returned, excited as could be with a gift in her hands. She dropped it onto his lap, and dismissed him when he tried to object to deserving a gift. He tore the wrapping paper off an clearly recycled shoe box. Upon lifting the lid he saw the bright glowing green stars. The light wasn't that of cheap glow in the dark plastic. It was radiant and bright, it almost looked like… He looked up at her, confused and delighted.

Jazz jumped at the chance to explain. She told him how she'd recruited the help of Sam and Tucker and a bit of their parents' technology to fabricate new glow-in-the-dark stars. Special ones, made especially to activate in the presence of ecto-energy. She excitedly reported that because they were powered by the nearest source of ectoplasmic energy, aka him, they would always glow, never fade.

Jazz would totally lie when asked and claim that he had started to cry, but what did she know? He was just squinting because they were bright. Crying? Not him.

Danny had been going crazy with nothing to do. He grinned, and tried to push himself up, wincing from the pain and dizzy from the effort. Jazz had put a hand on his shoulder and told him to tell her where to put them, and she would do it.

A few minutes later Jazz was standing on his desk chair, holding a star between her fingers, moving a few inches left to where he pointed.

He had his constellation map unfolded on his lap. She was placing the final star of Leo. With the help of his sister and under his direction, his ceiling and walls became a map of the stars. They only had room for his favorites though, Virgo was by his closet, Orion above his bed, Ursa Major by his door and Aries next to Leo adjacent to his desk. Jazz snagged three from the box and said it was about time Sam, Tucker and her had a fool-proof way to tell if he was sneaking into their rooms. Bed-ridden as he was at the time, there was little he could do but let it go. It would be harder to prank his friends sure, but it made him feel better. His friends had a "ghost sense" of their own in the form of a little star stuck to the wall in their rooms.

The memory felt warm in his chest as he stared up at the faintly glowing stars. He spun his chair in circles, stopping only when he felt dizzy. The stars glowed far brighter when he was Phantom or he used his powers, but all it took was a little practice and he learned how to brighten and dim them however much he wanted.

The buzzing of his phone inside his pocket pulled him from his thoughts. At first, he thought it was just a message in the groupchat—Tucker sharing a meme or something. But it kept going; a call, then. Danny reached into his pocket and pulled it out. The screen was lit up with an in-coming call from "Know-it-All". Danny smiled. Think of the Devil and she shall appear. He accepted the call, putting it up to his ear.

"Sup, Harvard."

"Danny!" Her voice was warm and full of life. She sounded happy. "I wanted to call and see how my baby brother was doing."

Danny snorted. "Oh you know, same ol', same ol'." He got up and closed his bedroom door. The line was quiet for a second.

"You sound tired, Danny. Have you been sleeping? Before I left, we had a talk specifically about the detriments to health caused by a lack of sleep."

Danny plopped back into his desk chair and gave it a spin. "Jeez, Jazz. Chill out, I know."

"Knowing and doing are two different things, Danny."

He couldn't fault her for caring. It was nice. In an annoying sister way. Still, discomfort prickled over his skin whenever people worried about him. He was fine.

"What about you? All settled into the big college life?"

Her voice went up an octave, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Oh, God, Danny. It's everything I hoped for and more! The library is huge and there's so much information and so many clubs! Believe it or not, there's actually a ghost and paranormal science club."

"Did you join it?"

"You kidding? You're talking to the new vice president, mister."

Danny chuckled. "Coulda guessed. How's your roommate? She hasn't tried to kill you yet, has she?" Danny pushed on the floor to continue the chair's turning.

"Why, pray tell, dear brother, would she want to kill me?"

"I don't know, prolly 'cause you're like the most annoying person ever." Over the past two years Jazz and him had really "grown and moved past the hurt feelings". That's how she phrased it, anyway.

"Meeean! Come on, I'm not that bad."

"Okay, agree to disagree. Have you psychoanalyzed her yet?"

"Danny!" She chided. "I can't believe you!" She was silent for a second. "Of course I have. Abandonment issues and most likely an anxiety disorder."

Danny's laugh came easy this time. Same old Jazz. He hoped she never changed.

"Damn, sounds serious, have you recommended that she get help yet?"

Jazz giggled. "I do have some tact, you know. I'm going to wait until we've known each other at least a month for that."

"Totally, don't wanna scare her off too soon."

"Exactly!"

The line dipped down into a staticky silence. Jazz cleared her throat.

"What about you? Any new friends added to your trio to take my place?"

"Psh, now you really do sound crazy."

"Danny, I mean it! Having a support network is really important, and don't get me wrong Sam and Tucker are great, but they can only do so much."

"Like anyone in that place would ever be seen with me in broad daylight unless they have to."

Jazz sighed. It was her "disappointed"/"you have to grow up someday" sigh.

Danny pushed a hand through his hair. "Listen, if it makes you feel any better I have made a new mortal enemy. So I'm feeling pretty good about that, a lot of potential there."

"Danny, why on earth would that make me feel better?"

"I dunno, because I'm gaining life experience? Well, half-life experience. Heh."

"I just don't know what to do with you." Danny could hear the smile in her voice. "So, how'd you make this new enemy?"

Danny groaned. He dropped his leg and caught the ground with his foot, the residual momentum of the chair tugging at him in protest. He stood and took the two steps to his bed. Danny let himself fall onto the mattress. His sheets smelled like fabric softener, and a mix of warm smells that he could only describe as "sleep".

"We're lab partners in chemistry. He's some jock B-lister guy and he hates me."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh, I don't know, could be the fact that he marched up and called me an asshole right to my face today, or that from day one he saw how everyone else treated me and decided to jump on the bandwagon."

Jazz made a small sympathetic sound. "Oh, Danny, I'm sorry."

Danny pressed his face into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. The last thing he wanted was pity. Especially from Jazz. He was fine. Really, this was no different to any other year.

"It's fine," he mumbled, lifting his head from his pillow. "It's not like I suddenly care what people think. Guy's just a dick."

Before Jazz answered, the sound of someone talking to her filtered through. Danny couldn't quite make out what was being said.

"No, it's fine. I'll walk with you," Jazz said, her voice muffled. Her voice returned: "My roommate just got back, I've gotta go, but we're not done talking about this, alright?"

They absolutely were.

"Yeah, Jazz. Have fun going wherever you're going."

"We're walking down to get dinner. Which, speaking of! Make sure to eat dinner, okay? I love you."

"Ew."

"Danny."

"Uuuughhh. Okay, fine, I… I love you too."

She laughed, the line beeped, and then she was gone. It left an empty space in the room, in the house. Danny was no stranger to cold, it was part of him. But the past month had been a different kind of numbing ice. The sight of her door left sitting ajar at the end of the hall, knowing there was nothing but a dark lifeless room concealed within. It was an echo, a ghost in it's own right. An unyielding wall and even he had no way through. He thought he'd be glad to get her out of his hair. He didn't expect the jagged and torn space she'd left behind.

Danny wasn't used to missing anyone but himself.

He pushed out a breath, and rubbed the heels of his palms into his eyelids. He didn't want to think about it.

Danny left his phone on his bed, and went down to see what Mom was making for dinner.

***

Danny stared up at the ceiling. The ecto-stars, as Sam called them, shed a constant soft green from their places in a sea of black above him. Ghosts loved three AM, for whatever reason it was always the time they liked to attack. Then again, there wasn't really a sense of time in the Ghost Zone, so it made sense that attacks happened at any time.

But tonight was quiet. There had been no chill up his spine, no ghost sense to pull him from the emptiness of sleep. So he was just staring, trying his best to not think about what happened at school. If Sam and Tucker would have been around maybe he wouldn't have lost it like that... Or maybe he would have and he'd have had to deal with the worry saturating their expressions, the fear on the edges of their words. Fear that they couldn't help him, couldn't save him. They would have made him come home, called Jazz and told her about what happened.

His sister doubling as his therapist was a conflict of interest, but he didn't dare tell her he felt that way. She was just trying to help, to be useful. They all were.

Tossing and turning, fighting his covers, flipping his pillow around to the cool side—nothing helped. He checked the time. 3:29.

Great.

Frustration ate away at him as the minutes pressed on, unforgiving and slow. It was torture, listening to his own sluggish heart beat. He was sweating, the back of his pajama shirt stuck to his damp skin. His room didn't feel as cold as it normally did.

He laid there until he felt like punching something. That's when he flung his covers aside with a growl. He forced himself up and trudged over to his door, leaving his room. He closed his door behind him, figuring he'd just phase back in whenever he'd decided to give sleeping another shot.

He meandered to the bathroom, rubbing a hand over his face. The door creaked gently as he pushed it open. He didn't flip on the light. The ambient brightness from the night light down the hall was more than enough. Another perk to being half-ghost: extraordinary night vision.

The water hissed as he turned it on and he cupped his hands underneath the cold stream. He splashed the water into his face, the sensation jarring him from his frustration and demanding his full attention. The water overflowed from his hands and ran in trails down the backs of his hands, following the downward slope of his forearms and dripping off his elbows.

He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. Rivulets of water dripped off his eyebrows and ran down over his flushed cheeks like tears. His hair stuck out at odd angles—a mess from not bothering to dry it before he went to bed. He raked his fingers through it, trying to get it to sit normally and not hang in his eyes. His bangs stuck to his forehead and against his temples, whether it was slick with water or sweat at this point he didn't know.

He leaned forward against the sink, examining the dark bags underneath his eyes. He looked about how he felt.

Shitty. Real shitty.

He yanked a fluffy hand towel down from the hook and pressed it to his face, dabbing off the water. He dried his hands next, then started to wipe his forearms. He dragged the towel over the skin of his right arm and moved to do the same to his left before he froze mid-way. His eyes were fixed to the usually covered skin of his forearm.

He could see them, he realized belatedly.

The wandering forked scars that snaked up his arm.

He set the towel down slowly and reached over to run his fingertips over them, entranced. The raised, ugly skin detailed the exact path the electricity had taken as it tore through his body. A single second in time tattooed permanently on his skin. The scars were lighter— a bit less visible in his human form as opposed to when he was Phantom. But still there nonetheless.

His breath stuck in his throat. The air was sticky. His stomach clenched and a wave of dizziness crashed through him. The room spun at the edges of his peripheral vision and he felt like he was being shoved through the Fenton Ghost Catcher. Like he was overshadowing himself, and as he pulled away he was forgetting what it was to occupy a body.

A pervasive numbness took up the space he'd previously been a part of. There was a soft pillowy comfort in the disconnect. He blinked down owlishly at his arm, like it wasn't his and he didn't recognize it. His hand moved and he traced the scar, up and down, faintly aware of the memories banging at the back of his consciousness like someone trapped under ice. It was muffled and distorted, the sound of someone screaming and a dryness in his throat.

Seeing them— the scars— It… It…

A deafening crack filled his head and his vision with white. The pain seared through him, consuming every nerve in its path. His heart seized in his chest, held hostage to the electricity overriding the signals of his brain. It was tearing him apart—It was hurting him—killing him, killing him, killing him.

Danny stumbled back, his back slamming into the wall and snapping him back into the present moment. His chest was heaving, his throat tight. His hands trembled and his eyes darted down. He half expected to see the cold steel of the lab's floor underneath his feet and feel Sam's hands slip through his vaporous form.

His heart beat so hard it hurt. With every pound it felt like needles were being pushed through his skin from the inside out. It ached, raw and unable to ignore. Zings of faint electricity zipped up his arm and across his chest.

Danny's knees shook and he slid down the wall. He choked back something that felt like a sob and he kicked the bathroom door closed before pulling his knees up to his chest.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Why the fuck did he do that? He knew better than to look, to linger on anything that—

Fuck.

He felt hot, like he was burning up on the inside. Shaking, he tried to reach for his core, to offer a path for the energy to flow. He wanted it to be cold, it had to be cold. The cold felt nice, the cold was safe. Cold didn't burn or thrash, it was slow and steady and everything the electricity wasn't.

He tried to coax the cold forward, convince the space around him to change with nothing more than his own will. It hurt, it felt like dragging himself through broken glass trying to get the phantom pains to fade into cool relief.

He huddled against the wall, twisting his fingers into the fabric of his sweatpants. His eyes stung and the breath in his throat stuttered painfully on every inhale.

The worst part of it was he had no one to blame but himself.

People at school assumed his switch to hoodies and long sleeve shirts was because Sam had finally gotten to him and turned him goth. The truth was: he hid his scars the way any other kid did.

He waited until the pain felt dull and distant and the air felt sharp. He tipped his head back, tired eyes roaming across the bathroom before landing on the frosted over mirror.

Two breakdowns in one day, huh? Not his personal record by any means, but it had been several months since he'd had one... So. That had to count for something, right?

Slowly, carefully, he started to reign back the cold in the room. When he stopped shaking, he pulled himself to his feet, a hand against the wall for support in case his knees buckled. He didn't wanna be in the bathroom anymore, it felt too small and confined. Danny had figured out one too many times in the Fenton thermos had a tendency to cause claustrophobia.

He opened the door and shuffled out into the hall, the cuffs of his sweatpants whispering across the carpet. His thoughts carried him past his room. Maybe a snack would help, or going for a quick flight around town.

He was debating it, when another idea murmured from the back of his mind. He started down the stairs, floating over a few of the steps that he knew creaked. The house was silent, his parents asleep. He walked through the dark living room, then the kitchen, bare feet padding over the cold tile.

He found himself at the top of the stairs, staring down into the dark basement. It was funny, basements were supposed to be scary. It was like his parents heard that and had to one up everyone else. "Oh, you have a basement where the light flickers and rusty nails poke up from the floorboards? Creepy! We have a portal to the literal dimension of the dead and ghosts crawl out about every twelve hours!" Hollywood would have a field day with their family if they heard about Amity Park.

Danny walked down the stairs, the metal cool and familiar. The lab was dark, the control terminal against the wall the only light.

The portal was closed.

He stood in the center of the lab, looking at the imposing octagonal outline in the dark. Even after so long, it still inspired wonder in some deep part of him. It made him feel like a kid.

He walked up to the control terminal, pressing his thumb into the biometric security pad. With a whirr the security system accepted his input and with a heavy mechanical sound the portal doors slid open.

Green light flooded into the lab, bathing every surface in its shifting toxicity. Danny took a few steps back, taking in the portal and its marbled surface. He looked at it like he was indulging, doing something he shouldn't.

The spike of ecto-energy in the room was almost palpable. He could feel it buzzing against his skin, floating in the air like static electricity.

Carefully, Danny lowered himself to the floor and sat down. He sat and basked in the light of the portal, the hum, the lurching and swirling.

Visiting a gravesite was a sacred thing, it was someone's place of eternal rest.

But ghosts proved that not everyone was at rest. Danny certainly wasn't, but that was pretty evident, he was still technically living after all.

Whenever he felt… disconnected like earlier, he liked to come down and visit the portal. It helped remind him exactly who he was. What he was.

It was like a tether, a point of reference. It was grounding for Danny; as much a reminder he was alive as he was dead.

The portal killed him... but it also brought him back.

The Phantom part of him saved his life. He wondered if that's why his obsession was what it was; saving others because he wouldn't wish the experience of death on anyone. It was both his obsession and his responsibility. He was the reason the portal worked, and he'd be damned if anyone else paid with their life for his mistake.

Sam still blamed herself. How could she not? He could see it in her eyes when she looked at him, the guilt squirming in their depths.

But he didn't blame her, and he figured as long as it stayed that way, eventually Sam would forgive herself.

If anything, he blamed himself for being curious, for being the son of the Fentons, for every time someone got hurt on his watch.

Danny watched the mirage of the portal, finding shapes in the swirls like a child looking at clouds.

He did it until his eyelids grew heavy, and he felt the tension in his shoulders slowly bleeding away.

Too lazy to walk, he floated up through the ceiling and into his bedroom. The stars brightened at his proximity, before dimming again when he stopped using his powers. He crawled back into bed and shut his eyes. Sleep came to him gently, pulling him down, and down and down...

#danny phantom fanfiction #Danny phantom #wesley weston #Sam Manson #tucker foley #phanfic #frigid chapter 4 #my writing #frigid #Danny fenton

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thedreammweaver · 4 years ago

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By the Light of the Silvery Moon (Nygmobblepot au, werewolf!Oswald)

Warnings: emetophobia tw, large amounts of blood, murder, panic attack, relationship strain, weight insecurities mention

“That’s it, I’m taking you to the hospital..”

“Ed, no...no, I feel fine now.” Oswald’s breath was still trembling as he held onto Ed’s coat sleeve. “Fine??” Ed crouched back down by the bathtub “You’re bleeding everywhere, whatever attacked you could’ve had rabies or...who am I kidding, this is Gotham. Rabies is probably the least dangerous thing-”

“Ed, I feel fine, really. No need for my enemies to think I’m wounded if we can avoid it.” Oswald insisted. Ed thought for a minute but relented “Alright..alright, fine. But if you take a turn we’re going to the hospital.” Ed cupped one of Oswald’s cheeks. “Don’t worry, my love. I’m alright.” Oswald managed to coo.

“That’s impossible..” Ed muttered as he was running a sponge over his boyfriend’s wounds. “What is?” Oswald sat up a bit from where he’d sunk down in the bath. “It’s only been thirty minutes...you’re almost completely healed..”

Oswald sunk back down, his brow furrowing. “M-Maybe the scratches weren’t that big and they just look better now that you’ve cleaned it up.”

“Ozzie, I used to look at wounds for a living..I think you can trust me when I say this isn’t normal.”

Oswald fiddled with his fingers nervously “I-I was thinking...maybe it was like an escaped experiment from a doctor or something trying to- I don’t know..grow something that makes people heal faster...that makes sense doesn’t it?” Oswald sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Ed shook his head “That’s a lot of maybes..but I guess so.”

“At least it’s not rabies.” Oswald joked, anxiously trying to relieve the tension in the room. Ed sighed and went back to cleaning Oswald up.

“You said they hurt?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well...I don’t see anything wrong...do you want me to schedule a dentist’s appointment anyways?” Ed asked turning the flashlight off and ceasing his inspection of Oswald’s canines. “No..I’ll just take something for the pain and hope it goes away I guess.” Oswald sighed. “Alright...” Ed stroked the shorter man’s hair “I’m going to the store for a bit do you need anything?” Ed’s question was met with a head shake from Ozzie.

After Ed left, Feeling the want for a bath again, Ozzie headed upstairs. He’d been enjoying the warm water especially with how it eased the pain in his leg until... the new pain in his mouth came back strong though he’d taken pain medication a while before. Once the intense wave of pain was over he reached up instinctively to feel at his teeth only to find them alarmingly sharp. Before he could begin to process he was startled by Ed entering the bathroom, back sooner than expected. Oswald quickly yanked the shower curtain closed which earned a scoff from Ed “Oswald, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” The irony almost made Oswald laugh despite things but he forced a stern tone “Get out.”

“What’s wrong?” The concern in Ed’s voice and the sound of his footsteps approaching the bath made Oswald feel the need to quickly lie “I feel fat alright...can you just leave.” Ed didn’t have any reason to doubt the shorter man as things like this had happened before. Oswald’s weight fluctuated often, not enough for anyone else to really notice but enough to make him not want to be seen undressed by Ed. The excuse just made Ed more concerned, now for different reasons. “Ozzie...you’re not-”

“GET OUT!!” Oswald yelled, panicking as he could see Ed had been reaching for the curtain, he felt bad about it but he’d feel worse if Ed saw him. Ed didn’t say anything as he walked out, Oswald sighed with relief as he heard the door close. He wanted to relax for a minute more before coming to terms with the weirdness going on with his mouth. He leaned back onto the bathtub and looked out the window. It didn’t take long for his eyes to focus on the moon, it was the only thing to look at up there after all, but something felt different this time. The light felt like it was shot through him burning his skull and then burning every bone in his body..then there was nothing.

“You don’t know??”

“That’s what I told you!”

“You’re gone all night, you worry me sick, and you don’t even know where you were??” Ed sounded furious and worried while looking the very disheveled Oswald over, the news droning on the tv in the background, neither men paying attention. “Ed, I told you, all I remember is I was in the bath and then I was in the woods behind the house with my clothes all fucked.” Oswald was currently in only dress pants and a white dress shirt both wrinkled to hell and covered in mud. Ed’s anger was beginning to turn into concern “You really don’t remember? Maybe we should see a neurologist or something...” while Ed thought Oswald was distracted by the tv, Ed followed his gaze. There was something about a weird animal attack, the news throwing up a picture of the victim pre-mauling of course. Ed noted the man’s tacky looking necklace. The announcer looked flustered as they said they’d just received footage of the animal that’d apparently terrorized Gotham streets the night before. “Jesus..” Ed muttered, holding Oswald close as the footage came on screen “You could’ve been killed last night, baby.” Ed’s words fell on deaf ears as Oswald was transfixed by the thing’s appearance. On the screen was a huge wolf with a strange sort of build to it, that wasn’t what caught Oswald’s eye though it was more the raven fur that covered the thing and it’s piercing green eyes glowing in the street lights. A inexplicable chill ran down Oswald’s spine as he noticed the wolf ran with a limp in it’s right hind leg. He suddenly felt incredibly nauseous and ran to the kitchen sink where he spilled his guts. He only got more frazzled as he saw he’d puked up not only blood but the tacky necklace the ‘animal attack’ victim in the news had been wearing. He was just beginning to question his sanity when Ed came up behind him. Ed had been concerned when he heard Oswald hyperventilating but his concern turned into curiosity as he looked into the sink. Oswald had crumpled to the floor at this point, trembling and hugging himself. “Fascinating..” Ed muttered.

“What??”

“The now apparent existence of lycanthropy..it’s fascinating.” Ed was still focused on the sink. Only the sudden sound of Oswald sobbing ripped Ed’s attention away “I-I-I’m- I-...” Oswald’s tone suddenly turned angry “I’m in distress and you’re acting like this is a science project!!”

“Oh dear..” Ed felt guilty for his lapse in consideration and got on the floor next to his boyfriend “Ozzie, I’m sorry.. this is just..amazing.”

“Ama- are. you. out. OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!? I’m fucked!!!” Oswald snapped.

“Should I...take you to the hospital or..?”

“Oh, I think we’re past that.” Oswald’s snark was cutting through his panic. Not knowing what else to do Ed dared to hug the other man “It’s gonna be okay, Ozzie.”

A new worry entered Oswald’s overwhelmed mind “What if I hurt you? Y-You’re not afraid of me?”

“Of course not, I think you might love me too much to hurt me..in any form.” Oswald felt that was probably true, he cuddled into Ed more actually starting to feel like things would be okay with his boyfriend by his side.

#oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #nygmobblepot #gotham

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post-itpenny · 4 years ago

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I thought I'd seen a ghost

Some long awaited Slasher AU

Mother, Mother

“Now just why on earth would such a little thing be out here alone?”

Maeve quietly hummed in amusement as she stalked the child down the trail. Always a good distance behind so she could hide, but never so far that she lost sight of the little one. She recognized her, the child from the diner that one time.

A little girl in a jacket with a bunny tail and ears. It was rather adorable, but there was something feral about her. The way she had acted in her small movements.

And then there was that thing in the forest.

Maeve hadn’t been able to get a good look at it, but it was big- bigger than her artist.

Speaking of.

Maeve grinned, but it was more of a nervous one. They were close to her territory. Maeve had come with another offering of bread, and finding the child had been an accident. But something… something felt off… felt...

...So lonely, yet Maeve had never felt so watched...

Maeve blinked and looked around. The child was gone.

Her grin grew wider as she crouched down, scanning the undergrowth.

A twig snapped behind her.

She sprung up, spinning around and pulling a kitchen knife from her satchel all in one swift movement.

A man stumbled back in surprise, “take it easy! Didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Maeve gripped the knife tighter. She was never this jumpy, not once had she slipped like this. She would have to-

Something rushed past her, the child now clinging to the man’s leg and hissing at her. “Stranger!”

Maeve wasn’t smiling now. She needed a plan, needed… needed.

Something.

The man gave a small wave, “are you ok miss? I’ll be honest I thought I saw a ghost, walking around the corner and spotting you.”

Maeve gave her head a small shake, she had to pull herself together and focus for five seconds. What was her plan?

Did she need one?

The man watched the knife in her hand but didn’t seem too frightened. Rather he was concerned.

Maeve blinked, well then.

She smiled and stashed the knife away. “I’m not a stranger dearie, we met once at the diner yes?”

The girl hissed and her hair puffed up. But she didn’t say no.

Maeve smoothed her skirt and took one step forward. The man staying still and the child gripping his pant’s leg tighter.

Maeve took another step forward, “Forgive the startle dears I”m just looking for a friend.” Maeve watched the child, remembering the thing in the woods waiting for her.

Perhaps….

“Well I’m afraid my granddaughter and I are the only one’s out here miss.” The man explained. “Maybe-“

“A bird,” Maeve explained, “I’m looking for a great bird.”

At this the man fell quiet, eyeing the woman intently. The child poked her head around her grandfather’s leg. More interested then scared now.

Maeve grinned, “her name is Maggie.”

……………..

The next day, Cecilio held Ama’s hand as they walked up to the woman’s front door.

She said her name was Maeve Blackwood. Ama did recognize her but the meeting had been brief. Cecilio cleared his throat as he knocked on the front door. Not sure what to expect of the strange woman. She seemed very proper, or at least she tried to be. Her old fashioned dress and sickly sweet mannerisms felt both genuine and an act. Like a possessed china doll.

Maeve opened the door at the first knock. She was, surprisingly, in jeans and a sweater, her white hair down in loose curls.

As they walked inside Ama froze, grabbing her grandfather’s hand as she sniffed the air. Cecilio leaned down for her to whisper something in his ear.

Cecilio sniffed the air as well for a moment but said nothing, standing up to find Maeve watching them intently despite the bright smile on her face. There was a “ding!” from inside as Maeve’s head whipped around. Demeanor shifting as she practically skipped down the hall humming to herself. He thought back to how distracted she seemed yesterday, was she always this flighty?

Maeve was found in a kitchen pulling something from the oven.

Fresh baked bread

Amaranthus gasped at the smell causing Maeve to turn with a grin.

“I wondered if you would recognize it, I’ve left loaves for our friend in the past.”

Cecilio sat down at a small kitchen table where tea was already laid out. “You’ve left her baked goods?”

Maeve nodded with a small hum as she carefully sliced the loaf and set it on the table with a small plate of butter. “Best way to anyone’s heart is their stomach, yes? I wanted to try and slowly build an acquaintanceship with her but she’s so weary of strangers I worried I wouldn’t succeed. But… well, here the two of you are.”

Cecelio took a sip of tea, “why are you so interested? No offence ma’am, but you don’t seem the type to enjoy long hikes in the woods with a monster.

Maeve took a sip of her tea with a small smile. “No, she’s not a monster. An artist yes, but not a monster. She is a person of interest to me however. Would you be so kind my dear in sharing what you can about our friend?”

Cecilio arched an eyebrow at the “artist” comment but did not say anything on it. “Well ladies first, I have a feeling you know something I don’t if I’m being honest.”

Maeve gave a warm smile with the tilt of her head. Humming quietly as she pulled something from her pocket and set it on the table.

A police badge.

Maeve gave a wicked grin, “lets try this again hmm? Tell me what you know.”

Cecelio stared down at the badge in disbelief. It was a good minute before he could muster up a dry chuckle. “Well son of a b-”

“Language!” Maeve snapped.

Both Cecilio and Ama jumped in their seats, startled by the first real sign of aggression Maeve had given them, a deep frown on her face. For just a moment Cecilio thought back to what Ama had whispered to him.

Cecilio cleared his throat, “my apologies miss. You just threw me for a loop there. Let’s make a deal huh? I’m here because I’m worried about Maggie, and you clearly know something I don’t. So let's all be honest to each other.”

Maeve tilted her head, “have I lied? I mean, in this room?”

“Well you weren’t forthcoming about being a cop.”

“Our dear one here met my brother and I at a diner,” Maeve replied with a nod to Ama, “we showed her our badges.”

Ama wasn’t paying attention, she hadn’t touched the bread or tea either, she was still sniffing the air. “Why does your garage smell like blood? I could smell it from outside.”

Maeve and Cecilio both froze. When Ama had whispered this piece of information to him, Cecelio was concerned but driven in the want to help Maggie. But now here was Maeve with a blank expression on her face. Watching him as she slowly leaned to one side.

“She’s got a weapon under the table”, Cecilio realized.

“Hey now if we’re all being honest I can honestly say that's not an issue.” Cecilio said with a casual wave of his hand. “Ama sweetheart, I think you can take your hoodie off.”

“But-”

“Eh, she's ummm…. Our new friend here is kinda like your dad. “

Ama watched Maeve in uncertainty before slowly pulling her hood off to reveal a tiny set of horns.

Maeve gasped in surprise, but there was no fear. She grinned like a kid at Christmas.

“They’re so darling!” She cheered as she clasped her hands together in delight. “I wondered if there were more than just our artist. This is splendid!”

Ama stared at the older woman dumbfounded. “Your not gonna-”

“Oh no don’t worry sweetheart I won’t say a word to anyone.” Maeve promised before turning to Cecilio, “As long as we’re all honest with each other, there is no need to be a tattle tail.”

The badge went away and all three of them calmed down after that. At one point a small dachshund entered the kitchen much to Ama’s delight and Cecilio’s relief since she didn’t see Maeve pick up the butcher knife from under the table and casually deposit it in the sink.

Cecilio shook his head, remembering the knife from yesterday. Guess she had an M.O.

Ama pulled the dog into her lap as Maeve returned with a plate of cookies and several manila folders. “Trouble can’t be at the table when there’s food my dear,” she instructed as Ama set the dog down with a sigh.

“Now then,” Maeve began. “I am technically a part of an investigation regarding several ritualistic murders in that part of the forest. When I couldn’t copy the M.O. myself I realised the killer couldn’t possibly be human.”

Cecilio nodded as he bit into a cookie, “but I think she is- or at least was.”

“You’re correct.” Maeve agreed as she flipped open a folder. Inside Cecilio was shocked to see photos of two older women. One with frighteningly familiar red hair.”

“Are they?”

“Her oldest sisters yes.’ Maeve confirmed, “did you know Maggie is in her fifties? She wouldn’t look it would she?”

“She doesn’t age?”

“I don’t think she could if she tried. But picture this, nearly fifty years ago twelve children were found on the side of the highway. Oldest was fifteen and the youngest was six. You won’t believe the leg work I had to do to track down these two.”

Cecilio nodded, “I’ve been teaching Maggie to read. We became friends after Ama wandered into her territory by accident.”

Maeve nodded, “she won’t kill children.”

“Yeah, I got a free pass as well I guess. But in her cabin there’s a photo of all these kids plus a number thirteen.”

“Maggie.”

“Yes. Where did they come from?”

“About three miles from where most of the killings occurred there are the remains of a compound. From what the sisters told me their community worshiped whatever it is Maggie is bound to serve. Think of her as an unwilling high priestess. The honor was supposed to go to the eldest sibling.”

“So they were runaways? Why leave Maggie behind?”

“It wasn’t their intention. But we are talking about two teenagers organizing a mass breakout. Their mother was the old Huntress and the community had no choice but to use Maggie.”

“So she's been like this since she was a kid? What happened to the compound?”

“Abandoned.”

Cecilio leaned forward, the writer in him sensing a plot twist, “what do you think happened?”

Maeve gave a grim smile, “No child would be able to perform such a complicated kill. It takes too much strength and dexterity. I suspect until Maggie was capable, the entity turned to the only food source available.”

“It ate them?”

“I suppose.”

“Maggie said she feeds it so whatever that thing is would get out of control and eat everyone else. How much do you want to bet she’s protecting a village she doesn’t even realize is empty?”

“Maggie’s job is to share visions and directions she is given to her people in exchange for her work.” Maeve explained. “I guarantee you she knows and is trapped in her contract. But I have a suspicion this thing isn’t nearly that powerful if it needs a host.”

“Wait,” Cecilio choked as he hastily swallowed the cookie he was eating. “Host?”

Maeve nodded, “it needs someone to kill for it. It’s shaped our girl into the thing that she is but according to the sisters Maggie is just a glorified puppet.”

“She’s not the monster-”

“She’s it’s first victim. At least in my investigation. The sisters gave me the impression this has been going on for several generations.”

Cecilio nodded, processing all this new information. “Maggie is out there alone, she stays quiet and follows that thing’s orders.”

“Not very well if she’s letting the three of us live whenever we visit,” Maeve commented with a sip of her tea. “From my understanding this thing is rather glutinous.”

“What will it do if it gets angry with Maggie?”

“Maggie is apparently not allowed to live for herself but she's not allowed to die either. Not until a suitable successor is given.” Maeve explained, “her sisters told me that the last time a hunter was belligerent their free will was stripped away entirely.”

“Maggie hasn’t been allowing Ama or I to visit in months,” Cecilio stated. “We’ve been trying but she won’t have it. And yesterday-”

“Didn’t it feel like something was wrong out there?” Maeve asked.

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camillemontespan · 5 years ago

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midnight confessional [M!Raleigh x MC one shot]

Prompt by @omgjasminesimone ‘Wow. You’ve made quite the glow up.’

The prompt will appear in bold.

Warnings: NSFWish.

@emichelle @simplymissjulia @loveellamae @moonlightgem7 @pug-bitch @ibldw-main @katedrakeohd @msjpuddleduck @mskaneko

No idea who else likes Raleigh!

The lyric from Raleigh’s song is actually Addicted by Enrique Iglesias.

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The girls were studying the guy who was standing at the bar drinking a glass of scotch. He had that look about him that screamed ‘look but don’t touch’ ; a battered leather jacket, ripped jeans, worn boots. His dark hair curled around his neck and his wrists were decorated with woven braided bracelets and leather cuffs. His arms were inked with tattoos.

‘It’s definitely him,’ the girl whispered to her friend. ‘Go say hi to him.’

‘No, you say hi to him!’ the other shot back. ‘He’ll laugh in my face!’

The first girl sighed and tossed back her prosecco. Throwing her shoulders back, she strutted across the floor towards him. Her stilettos echoed across the wooden floor and she swayed on her feet slightly, trying her best not to trip. She managed to make it over to the guy, grabbing hold of the bar edge before she could fall.

‘Hi!’ she said breathlessly, swiping her hair over her shoulder.

The guy slowly turned to look down at her. She swallowed. He was, without a doubt, the singer Raleigh Carrera.

‘Hey,’ he muttered.

‘I can’t believe it’s you,’ the girl said. ‘I’m a huge fan! Oh my God, I have all your albums, your mixtapes.. Midnight Confessional is my favourite record of yours, so soulful..’

She continued to ramble on while Raleigh studied her through bored eyes. Because he was bored. Anytime a girl came up to him, it was to gush about how amazing he was, how much his music had defined her life, how hot he looked.. He was bored of it.

Give me something real. Give me the honest truth.

‘I watched your performance on the AMAs, you were incredible!’ she was saying. ‘Really sexy.’

Someone behind her caught Raleigh’s eye. As the girl went on and on, Raleigh looked over her head and found himself staring at someone who was familiar yet wasn’t.

Marina Cortez.

Somehow, she had sneaked into this bar undetected, which to Raleigh was ridiculous because everything about her was showstopping. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her but she certainly looked different.

Six months had gone by and the innocent girl who wore glasses and pretty floral sundresses was gone. In her place stood a woman who looked as if she had been forged by fire.

Her dark hair was loose and curled down her back. She was wearing a chainmail crop top, leather pants and black Doc Martin boots. Her eyes were lined with kohl and dark eyeshadow; silver rings decorated her slender fingers.

Raleigh wanted her all to himself.

He watched as she ordered a whiskey sour. Raleigh swallowed. He needed to talk to her. He needed to be beside her, drinking whiskey sours with her. He didn’t even like whiskey sours but damn it, he was gonna order one and drink it with her.

‘Um, sorry, are you listening?’ the girl asked.

Raleigh blinked and cleared his throat. ‘Good to meetcha..’ he murmured, gently moving past her so he could join Marina at the bar. His eyes remained fixed on Marina as she sipped her drink.

‘Wow. You’ve made quite the glow up,’ Raleigh said, keeping his voice confident and steady, completely at odds with the nervous beat of his heart. He leaned casually against the bar, but a bit too casually as he slid on his foot and nearly slipped. He grabbed the bar edge and tried his best to act like nothing had happened.

Marina smirked. ‘Hey Raleigh.’

Raleigh gestured to the bartender and asked for a whiskey sour. He then turned back to Marina, trying to appear cool as cucumber.

‘You don’t normally come to places like this,’ he said, taking his whiskey sour from the bartender.

‘Places like this?’ Marina asked. ‘What does that mean?’

Raleigh shrugged. ‘Well… it’s a bar for one thing. Last I saw you, you preferred staying at home watching The Great British Bake Off.’

Marina shrugged and sipped her drink. ‘People change,’ she said. She looked up at him with her brown eyes. ‘Besides, what’s wrong with The Great British Bake Off?’

Raleigh laughed, surprised, and shook his head. ‘N-Nothing-’

‘Good, glad we agree,’ Marina interrupted. She smiled and nudged his arm with hers to show she was only joking. They sipped their drinks in silence until Raleigh broke it. He hated silences. He always had to have the conversation flowing. He needed energy and vibrancy; he needed to fill the void.

‘You look good, M,’ he said. ‘Really good.’

Marina blushed. ‘Thanks, Raleigh,’ she whispered. ‘You do too.’

Their eyes locked. In that moment, Raleigh remembered their times together. Singing together, brainstorming lyrics, laughing at inane jokes. Drinking wine at 3am. Sending each other goofy videos. Kissing, lots of kissing. Midnight drives. Midnight confessionals.

‘Wanna get outta here?’ Raleigh croaked.

Marina tossed back her drink and slammed it down on the bar. ‘Let’s go.’

Raleigh placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her through the bar. They passed the two girls who had been gawping at him without giving them a glance.

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They had ended up in Raleigh’s bed. In the dark, Raleigh kissed her and touched her. He swallowed down her cries and inhaled the scent of her perfume. His fingers left imprints on her hips where he had held her tight. The bedsheets tangled around their sweaty bodies; Marina held onto them for dear life.

Afterwards, they needed air. Raleigh opened the door out to the balcony and Marina padded outside, wearing only his checked shirt as a layer. Her hair was dishevelled and her eyeliner streaked but as the moonlight shone down on her, Raleigh couldn’t help but feel that she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Raleigh moved to stand behind her and placed his arms on either side of her body so he was holding onto the railing. He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, his eyes on the skyline of Los Angeles. It had just gone midnight; the streets were still pulsing with people and the lights of the City of Angels glimmered before them.

‘How was your tour?’ Marina asked. ‘It has been six months since we saw each other, tell me about what you’ve been doing.’

Raleigh chuckled. ‘Nah,’ he said. ‘I don’t wanna talk shop. I just wanna soak this up, right here, right now.’

He nuzzled into her hair. Marina smiled and reached out to take his hand.

‘I missed you,’ she whispered.

‘I missed you too,’ he whispered back. ‘You know you’re my girl, right?’

Marina laughed dryly. ‘Am I? You seemed pretty preoccupied talking to that airhead at the bar earlier.’

‘I wasn’t listening to a word she was saying,’ he told her, his breath tickling her throat. ‘My eyes were on you the whole time.’

Marina felt her cheeks burn.

‘Is it because I dress different now?’ she asked. ‘I dress more sexy?’

Raleigh kissed her neck, making her groan softly. His hands roamed up her legs and along her stomach.

‘I like you wearing my shirt,’ he murmured. ‘That’s the look I like. Or naked in my bed.’

‘You’re such a guy-’

‘Because you’re bare to me, stripped back,’ Raleigh interrupted. ‘Sure, I love your new look. It’s fucking hot. But right now? Here? You look beautiful.’

Marina turned to face him. Raleigh smiled and cupped her face in his hands. ‘My Marina,’ he whispered.

She reached out to stroke his chest. ‘Is it true your record was about me?’ she murmured. ‘That’s what all those fan sites are saying. The press are lapping it up, trying to make stories. Gossip sites are having a field day. I guess I just wondered if it was all true..’

Raleigh’s hands ran through her curls, knotting her hair in his hands. His lips brushed against her cheekbones before burning a trail like wildfire to her lips. When they parted, Marina’s eyes had darkened.

‘I meant every single word,’ Raleigh whispered.

Marina smiled and leaned up to kiss him again. The kiss turned more urgent, making her breathless. In her head, she could hear Raleigh’s soft voice as he sang about her. Marina had listened to the record on repeat; his songs had been stripped back, vulnerable, almost uncomfortably honest. But Marina had adored it.

I'm not afraid of dying

But I am afraid of losing you

Only Marina knew the real Raleigh, just like only Raleigh knew the real Marina. The world could believe all they wanted about them but in reality, only the two of them really understood the other. Theirs was a complicated relationship based on a publicity stunt that soon grew to be something more. Marina remembered everything, every single thing that nobody else knew.

Singing together, brainstorming lyrics, laughing at inane jokes. Drinking wine at 3am. Sending each other goofy videos. Kissing, lots of kissing. Midnight drives. Midnight confessionals.

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angelicspaceprince · 5 years ago

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If The Punishment Fits

Author: Ama

Title: If The Punishment Fits

Pairing: Scarabee/Reader

Character/s: Scarabee

Word Count: 2, 896 words

Warnings: A/B/O, BDSM themes, smut (18+ only), boot riding, overstim, multiple orgasms, boot kink

Tags: N/A

Prompt: Close to your heat, you decide to get a little bratty. Scarabee isn’t going to tolerate it.

Notes: Again, @sapphic-florals was being a shit so I wrote this as a punishment. Enjoy my lovelies.

Buy Me a Coffee

If The Punishment Fits

It was dark. The silk, black, blindfold made sure you couldn’t see and the binds made of matching material limited your movement to just rocking your hips against the solid mass that's currently pressed against your heat. Your hips stuttered to a halt when you gasp, pressing down a little too hard on your clit. You can hear your alpha’s discontent rumbling.

“Did I say you could stop mon cher?” You whimper at his warning, hips moving again, making sure not to graze your clit so hard against the unyielding leather of his boot.

It was your own fault, really. You were being bratty, and had been for weeks. Bee had been busy with work, and he had tried to make time to spend with you but. In his line of work? It wasn’t always easy, let alone possible. That still didn’t excuse you from pushing his buttons, however.

What tipped him over the edge was you telling him that you’d find another alpha if he was too busy to pay attention to you. You both knew you didn’t mean it, but the threat was there and that wasn’t something you could get away with, which you knew the moment his eyes snapped up to you, head twisting so he had a full view of you as he growled out “Quoi? Qu'est-ce que tu viens de me dire, Y/N?” You could feel the challenge, but you stuck out your jaw and simply informed him that he very much heard you. “Over my knee, omega.”

You scoff. “As if that’d work on me. I’m sure I can find an alpha who is more able to dom me than a simple command to come straddle his knee. It’s been so long, I doubt you could even handle me anymore.” The smile on his face is deadly as you start to dig yourself into your grave.

“C'est à moi que tu parles? Oh, petite fille, tu devrais savoir maintenant me parler avec plus de respect que ça.” He pats at his knee. “Here. Now.”

“I think I’d rather just leave and go find one of the other boys.” You’re about to remark how they would probably have time for you is cut off by a dark chuckle.

“Chiche!” You move to leave, ignoring him patting his knee taking him up on his dare. “Si vous quittez cette pièce, ma petite pute, vous le regretterez.” You don’t need to speak French to know that that is very much a threat.

And this was your punishment. Three days before your heat was due to hit, you were tied down and told to rock against him until you came. Which you did, expecting to be told to stop and clean up.

But then he told you to keep going.

And going.

12 orgasms later and you’re exhausted. Small praises helped you carry on but even then, your muscles are sore, cramped and covered in sweat. You are sure you are wet to your knees with your slick as you press your head against his thigh, nuzzling in when his hand moves to hold onto your hair lightly.

“That’s it, mon petite amour, let me hear those pretty little sounds you make. Let me hear your brain melt for me.” You whimper loudly.

“Alpha, please, I don’t think I can do another.” You beg.

“Chut.” You press your head down harder against his thigh as your hips continue to rock. It felt like every cell in your body was on fire, and the cause was the constant rubbing on your clit, crying out when he lifts his foot to the pressure builds, bringing you closer to number 13. “Écoutez mon petit oiseau chanteur chanter. Quels jolis sons elle chante pour moi.” He cooes as you shudder over him, head now moving for you to mouth at the fabric of his pants in an attempt to convince him to let you have a break. “Qu'est-ce que c'est ça? Ma petite salope veut-elle quelque chose? Continuez à monter ma botte, petit. Make Daddy proud, darlin’.” You whine as he starts to pet at your hair as you cry out against him, your 14th orgasm taking over you as you shudder and cry out, mouth feeling like it's full of cotton wool, just like your brain as you drool against the leg of his pants.

“Oh, sweet thing, has your brain finally melted for me?” You hear him snicker but you’re too tired to bite back as his hands carefully remove the blindfold from your face. You blink, the light of the room an assault on your eyes after so long in the dark. “You did so well for me, ma charmante femme.” His hands move to brush back sweaty hair with a smile as you slowly gain the strength back to sit upright. “You know what you have to do now?” You look at him, confusion evident on your face. “You made a mess, mon cherie, you have to clean it up.” You moan when your brain, although slowed from the fog, finally pieces together what he wants. To his credit, he does help you dismount and wiggle back, even if he didn’t untie you and he pushed down on your back so you landed on your face next to his shoe. It's only then you discover just how worked up he got you.

His shoe is soaked and the floor is saturated in your slick. To be fair, you are pretty impressed you managed to produce so much without being in heat. Above you, you hear the alpha clearing his throat. “Allez-y alors, chouette, allez travailler.”

You start with his shoe, tongue gliding against the soft leather as the earthy taste mixes with your own. You can’t help but groan as you methodically slide over every inch, stopping occasionally to press your lips firmly against the tip of the boot, causing Bee to laugh at your insistence of kissing his feet. You can pick up his voice speaking softly above you, words washing over you as you concentrate on just the feel and taste of leather on your tongue. “Oh, ma douce, tu m'écoutes et tu m'obéis si bien. Une si bonne petite fille, parfaite pour moi. Tu es si belle à genoux pour moi, mon ange. Je devrais peut-être vous garder là-bas, ça vous plairait? Oh. Je pense que oui.” You whine loudly as you move from his shoe to the floor, making sure to chase every drop you can against the hardwood floor. It's hard, you have to shuffle around, your knees are aching from kneeling for so long and your arms and wrists are sore from being tied in an awkward position for so long. But, you obey your alpha and make sure that the floor and his shoe is shiny with your spit. He chuckles when he catches you eyeing his other shoe but pulls you into his lap before you even have a chance to clean it.

“How do you feel, ma belle?” He asks as he calmly unties your hands, bringing them in front of you as he massages the redness away from your wrists.

“M tired.” You say softly as you melt under his administration, leaning in to find his scenting spot on his neck and purring happily once you find it, nuzzling in close as you start to relax into the smell of honey, liquor and something that you couldn’t ever place, but was just so quintessentially Bee that it always felt like walking home. “Sore. Hot.” You list off. He hums as he traces lightly over your back.

“You did so well for me, darlin’. Si fier de toi, douceur. Vraiment, je suis impressionné.” He purrs out. “Such a good little omega for me.” You feel him move to ghost his mouth along your neck until he finds his mating mark and mouths over it gently, causing you to keen at the heat against such a sensitive spot. “You going to behave from now on, cher?” You snort.

“No. When do I ever?” He chuckles, your statement very true.

“C'est vrai, mon amour. Une des nombreuses choses que j'aime et admire chez vous.” He states softly against your skin.

The two of you just sit together, you in silence as he murmurs faint praises in a mix of English and French. The stiffness and soreness goes away, but the heat does not. Instead, it seems to build. You shift in his hold a few times before your brain snaps to attention.

Oh.

“Uh. Bee?”

“Mm?”

“I uh. I think we may have-”

“May have what, little omega.”

“Ithinkwemayhaveprematurelysetofmyheat.”

“.....ah.”

“So.”

“Bedroom?”

“Probably for the best.”

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thedukedudeinadress · 5 years ago

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Because I Love You

One shot, originally from my Wattpad

Roman's POV

Something had been bothering me for a while, Virgil and I had been dating for almost a year now but never said 'I love you' to each other. I would do it if it wasn't for him wanting to take everything slow, which was obviously fine but still.

I know I shouldn't be so upset over this, seeing that I had signed up for this, it's just... I really, really love him! And I want to tell him but what if I just ruin everything? What if-

My thoughts were cut off as I heard sobs from anxiety's room. I quickly got up and hurried to his room, right next to mine.

I knocked gently on his door "Virgil, darling, can I come in?" I asked.

After a moment without response I opened the door, stepped inside, closed behind me and rushed over to where he sat on the bed, hugging his knees, hyperventilating.

Virgil's POV

"Hey, hey, breathe, kitten" Roman said comfortingly as he gently wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into him as he asked me to try to copy his breathing.

I tried my best and after a little while my breathing was back to normal and I just softly cried into the crook of his neck.

"It's okay, sweetheart" he said and rubbed my back.

I shook my head a little. "W-why a-are y-you t-together w-with s-someone l-like m-m-me?" I managed. He gently grabbed my face with both hands, tilting my head to look up at him. He put a soft kiss on my lips before answering.

"Because I love you" he said softly as he stroke my cheek with his thumb. I froze for a second before more tears welled to my eyes. A second later I started sobbing again.

"Oh, nonono, it's fine, lo siento-" I grabbed his shirt and pressed my lips to his passionately, he gasped a little but kissed back only a second later.

"I l-love you too, you d-dork" I said, sniffling a little.

"Te amo tanto, nunca lo sabrías" he said breathlessly. I chuckled and shook my head as I wiped away the tears remaining on my cheeks.

"Babe, you're speaking Spanish again"

"Aunque amas cuando hablo español" he said, clearly teasing me.

"I still don't know what you're saying" I said as if I didn't care even though I knew I was blushing.

"Eres hermoso, asombroso y perfecto, mi amore" he said, leaning in close.

I blushed as he gave me another sweet kiss.

A/N: Well this was bad!

Anyway.. translations for what Roman said!

1. ‘I’m sorry’

2. 'I love you so much, you could never know'

3. 'Although you love it when I speak Spanish'

4. 'You are beautiful, amazing and perfect, my love'

Once again, sorry if this is wrong! Like... I don't speak Spanish! This is just a headcanon I have where Roman just start speaking Spanish sometimes when he feel strong emotions (especially when he's nervous, surprised, shocked or scared) so yeah... I use google translate, of course it's not perfect lol.

#sanders sides #sanderssides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #prinxiety one shot #roman x virgil #sanders sides one shots #one shot #thomas sanders #thomassanders

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afictionaladventure16 · 6 years ago

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Meet the Familia (Chris Evans x Latina!Reader)

Word Count: 1,641

Warnings: None that I can think of other than a cute Chris Evans.

Credit to all gif owners!

E/B/N = Eldest Brothers Name

L/B/N = Little Brothers Name

Y/M/N = Your Mothers Name

Y/D/N = Your Dads Name

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

“Gusto en Conocerlo,” I slowly said as I watched Chris, my boyfriend, focus on every word that came out of my mouth. You had been in a serious relationship with Chris for a year now and you both decided it was time to meet the family. Your family. Your crazy Latino family.

It’s Thanksgiving and so when you mentioned the idea to your parents they insisted you bring him over for Thanksgiving because what better way to know a Latino family than by having them over for a huge dinner with all the family, right?

“One more time,” he said as he mouthed the words that I had just said.

you chuckled, “gusto,” you watched as he softly said it, “en conocerlo.”

“en conocerlo,” he sighed, “am I saying it right?”

you nod, “you can tell you don’t know shit of Spanish but you’re doing great,” you smiled as he let out a small groan and laid back down on the couch.

“your family is going to hate me.”

you leaned down and kissed Chris on the forehead, “no, they’re not, babe. They're going to love you, especially my grandmother.” you went over to the coat rack and grabbed my cardigan. “Now, come on, we’re going to be late.”

He sighed and got up from the couch, walking over to where you were. You handed him his light jacket, knowing full well that the weather outside didn’t call for much, just something to block the small breeze.

“How do you know?” He asked you knew his anxiety was getting to him. It was a tell-tell sign, him asking all kinds of questions, you knew this because it was what you did.

“I just do,” you placed a hand on his cheek, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, “trust me, Chris, they’re going to love you no matter what. They just want to see me happy and you make me so fucking happy.”

He smiled, “language,” he said with a smirk.

You smiled and gave him a small peck on the lips, “plus, you can understand some Spanish so you should be good for the night.”

“Only a little bit! I understand only a little bit! And when they speak it slowly, when they speak it fast, it just goes over my head.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you opened the door.

“Take care of the house, dodger!” You called out the pup that was laying on his bed. Chris mumbled the same thing, he was too nervous to do his usual routine. “Look, I’ll be your translator for the night, but you are thinking way too much about this, babe,” you grabbed his hand as he finished locking the door. You gently placed a small kiss on his hand, “I know it’s hard not to think way into it, but you have to trust me on this.”

He sighed and kissed your forehead, “I do.”

You walked towards the door, hand in hand with Chris, you stopped before entering your childhood home. Looking over at Chris who was staring at the door in fear, “hey,” you whispered, he quickly looked over at you as you gave him a warming smile, “te amo.”

He smiled, “I love you too.”

You gave his hand a quick squeeze before entering the house, “Ayyee!! Que Onda!!” You yelled out over the music of Vicente Fernandez, as you entered the home, quickly earning some head turns.

“Y/N, is home!!” Your younger brother yelled out as he ran over to you, giving you a huge hug.

“Missed you too, buddy,” you said with a smile as you returned the hug.

“Was beginning to think you forgot about us,” Your eldest brother said as he approached you.

“And you are?” You questioned jokingly as he playfully punched your arm, that was the way you guys greeted each other. “I’m kidding, it’s good to see you,” you gave your eldest brother a hug. You quickly let go of the hug, “I want you to meet someone,” you reached for Chris’s hand, “this is Chris.”

“Ah, the Chris we hear so much about but never have seen, I was starting to think you were made up,” your brother smirked, “you know as in a way to get mom to shut up about you getting married and having kids.”

You slapped your brother's chest, “shut up.”

“I’m E/B/N, it’s nice to finally meet you, Chris. And to know that you are real.”

Chris chuckled, “nice to meet you too.” So far so good, Chris thought.

“And this is my little brother, L/B/N,” You placed an arm around your little brother, “this is Chris, L/B/N.”

“What are your intentions with my sister?” Chris couldn’t help but let out a belted laugh.

“And you’re walking away,” you said as you pushed your little brother away, causing Chris to laugh even more. “Sorry about him, he’s a bit protective for a thirteen-year-old.” You looked over to your eldest brother, “Where’s mom and dad?”

“Outside with the rest of the family.”

You looked around, groaning at the thought of greeting every single family member, but it was out of respect. Some of these family members didn’t even like you. “Alright,” you sighed and grabbed Chris’s hand once more, “I’m going to introduce Chris to the family.”

You led Chris to the living room, introducing him to some uncles and aunts along with a couple of cousins, all who spoke English. Once it was time to walk outside you stopped by the back door, “how are you feeling so far?”

“Still nervous, the actual people that make this count are right out that door.” The most nerve-wracking part for Chris was meeting your father, knowing how much your father adored you and how much Chris wanted to impress your mother but you had convinced him that your mother was impressed from the beginning of the relationship.

“Okay, one more time, gusto en conocerlo.”

He chuckled, “gusto en conocerlo,”

You beamed, “perfect!” you sighed, “just be yourself, babe.”

You led Chris to the backyard, “no! I’m telling you, necesita cocinar un poco más” You heard your dad yell. It was tradition to cook the turkey in a hole, with a small fire burning under it.

“Papi,” You said as you let go of Chris’s hand and walked over to your dad.

“Aye, mi corazon!” Your dad pulled you into an embrace, “Y/M/N, Mira! quién vino!” Your mom quickly ran over to you and hugged you.

“Y tu novio?” of course that was the first thing she’d asked.

You looked over to Chris who was awkwardly standing there, you motioned for him to come over, “Mom, dad, this is Chris.” You grabbed Chris’s hand, “Chris these are my parents, Y/M/N and Y/D/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N.”

Your dad smiled, “please call me Y/D/N,” your dad said as he shook Chris’ hand.

“It’s just so nice to finally meet you,” Your mother said as she hugged Chris. “I’ve been praying for this day.”

You groaned, “Ama.”

“What? I have! You’re the only one of our eldest children who is not in a relationship. heck, even your little brother has a girlfriend.”

You groan, “Anyway, the food should be done soon, you guys should go find some seats before you’re stuck at the kid's table. Don’t want a repeat of last year now, right, Y/N?” Your dad asked as he gave you a small nudge.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed Chris’s arm, dragging him inside, “what happened last year?” Chris asked with a smirk. It was obvious what happened but Chris wanted to tease you.

You gave him a small glare as you both found a seat next to each other at the table.

The table soon was filled with family members, all sharing stories about their work, and laughing at silly jokes. Chris easily joined them, he loved how tight-knit your family was. He loved the way your mother spoke, it showed him where you got it from. He watched and listened to your family with amazement, seeing all the traits you carried in them.

“So, Chris, what is it you do again?” One of your uncles asked.

“He’s Captain America!” Your little cousin yelled out from the kid's table.

You rolled your eyes but Chris just smiled, “I’m an actor.”

“An actor?” Your abuelita commented, “do you like your job?”

He nods, “yes, I enjoy it very much, although, I’d like to be more behind the scenes.”

“And why don’t you?” Your abuelita asks.

“I’m working my way to get there,” he smiles at you, “but right now my focus is on something way more important.”

Your abuelita smiled and looked over at you. As Chris began a conversation with one of your cousins your abuelita waved you over, “Y/N, Él es bueno para ti, puedo ver el amor que él tiene por ti en sus ojos. Diferente de los otros tipos que llevaría a casa.” He's good for you, I can see the love he has for you in his eyes. Different from the other guys you would bring home.

You smiled, it’s all you ever wanted to hear from your grandmother, after years of her disapproving of the guys you’d bring home. Always having something negative to say, this was the confirmation you needed, “Lo se.” I know

You made your way over back to the seat next to Chris, you couldn’t help but stare at him, just everything about him. He is your world. Chris felt you staring, he looked over at you and smiled as he placed his arm around your shoulder, “everything okay?” you nod and gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Everything’s perfect.”

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jussdoinme · 4 years ago

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Chapter 7

Happy Birthday Kookie Part 3

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Jungkook's P.O.V

I woke up and right away felt my baby's arm around my waist and I felt his body right up against my back. The warmth and love that I feel just laying here in his arms makes me so happy. I can't believe I get to marry him and call him, my husband! I love him sooo much. I turn in his arms to face him and I look at his beautiful face. He is so beautiful that my breath hitches when I look at him. I cuddle right up to him and buried my face in his neck. Breathing in his scent and getting lost in it. Then I feel a kiss on my head. I tilt my head back and look up into the most gorgeous eyes looking back at me. I swear I see my whole world in those eyes. I could just stare into his eyes forever.

Tae: "Good morning, Gorgeous! How long have you been awake?

Kookie: "Not long, I just turned around so I could cuddle with you more. I was just breathing you in. I can't get enough of you and I absolutely love waking up in your arms. Do you know what makes me so happy?"

Tae: "What baby? What makes you happy?"

Kookie: "I get to wake up in your arms everyday for the rest of my life."

Tae: "This makes me happy too. Waking up in your arms and your gorgeous face being the first thing I see everyday."

Tae leans down to kiss me but I back away and get up out of the bed. I know my breath is bad in the morning and I can't kiss my baby with this nasty mouth. So I go in the bathroom and close the door. I pee real quick and then I wash my hands and start brushing my teeth. Then I hear Tae knock on the door and he says baby. I don't answer because I have my toothbrush in my mouth then I hear Tae is still talking instead of just coming in...

Tae: "Baby, did I do or say something wrong? I'm so sorry if I did, honey please open up I want to know what I did so I can fix it and make it better." - his voice cracks.

I hear his voice crack and I quickly open the door. I see Tae's eyes are red and full of tears threatening to pour down his cheeks.

Kookie: "Baby what is it? I couldn't answer you because I had a toothbrush in my mouth. Baby don't cry. You didn't do anything wrong I just didn't want to kiss you with my nasty morning breath. So I came to brush real quick and then I was going to bring you your toothbrush too. Then I was gonna get my kiss!"

I wrap my arms around Tae and pull him to my chest and give him a big hug while rubbing his back. My Tae hugs me back holding on to me strongly.

Kookie: "Please don't cry baby. I'm sorry if I made you feel like you did something wrong. The bathroom door was unlocked baby so why didn't you just open the door and come in. You know you can do that, right?"

Tae: "I'm sorry too. I overreacted and jumped to conclusions. I just thought I had hurt you in some way and I don't ever want to do that again. Last time that happened my heart broke knowing that I was the cause of your heartache and tears. I can't ever let that happen again. I am here to protect you always. To love you and keep you safe. Because you are my number one priority. My world! I didn't just come into the bathroom because I didn't want to come in and invade your privacy."

Kookie: "That was a long time ago baby. That time I was the one that overreacted. I know you would never hurt me on purpose. We are here to protect, love, and keep each other safe. Our love is very strong and we are very strong together. I am totally in love with you and totally yours. I can't wait to get married and make it official."

Tae: "I can't wait either baby. I'm gonna go brush my teeth so I can get my kiss."

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Taehyung's P.O.V

I wake up to the feeling of my baby cuddling into my chest. My gorgeous fiancé, I can't wait to be his husband. I love him so much. He is my entire world. I lean forward and kiss the top of his head. He looks up at me with his beautiful brown eyes. I tell him Good Morning and ask him how long he has been awake. He told me not long and that he had turned around to cuddle me more. He said he loves waking up in my arms and that he can't get enough of me. I know exactly how he feels. I feel like I never want to leave his arms. Then I leaned down to kiss the love of my life, but he pulled away and went into the bathroom and closed the door. What did I do? Did I do or say something wrong?

I sat up and then I went to the bathroom door, and I knock on the door and said baby. He didn't answer, oh God, I messed up some how. What did I do?

I talked through the door to Kookie saying, "Baby, did I do or say something wrong? I'm so sorry if if I did, honey please open the door. I want to know what I did so I can fix it and make it better. I start to cry as I am talking. The bathroom door opens and my Kookie is looking at me with a worried expression on his face. Then he asks me baby what it it. Then he says he couldn't answer me right away because I had my toothbrush in my mouth. He tells me to please don't cry. He tells me that he had to get rid of his nasty morning breath. I was gonna bring you your toothbrush too. Then I was gonna get my kisses!

Kookie wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest. He rubs my back and I grab a hold of him like my life depends on it and squeeze him tightly. Then Kookie told me not to cry and that he was sorry that he made feel like I had done something wrong. He said the bathroom door was unlocked and asked why I didn't just come in. He said you know you can do that right? I told him I didn't want to invade his privacy. I told him that I was sorry too. I had jumped to conclusions. I told him that I thought I had hurt him in some way and that I didn't ever want to do that again. Last time that happened my heart broke knowing that I was the cause of your heartbreak and tears. I can't ever let that happen again. I am here to love and protect you to keep you safe. Tae you are my first priority and you are my world. Kookie tells me that was a long time ago baby, and that he had overreacted that time and he knows that I would never hurt him on purpose. Kookie told me we are here to love, protect and keep each other safe. We are strong together. Our love is strong! He tells me he is totally in love with me and that he can't wait to make it official and become my husband. I give him another squeeze and tell him I can't wait to be his husband either. I tell him that I am gonna go brush my teeth now so I can get my kiss. Then I let go and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

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Jungkook's P.O.V

Tae goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and I go and make up the bed. As I am putting the last pillow on the bed and putting the decorative blanket back on I feel two arms wrap around my waist and he whispers in my ear, "Can I have my kiss now," as he said this he sends a shiver down my spine. So I turn around in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck and attack his lips with a deep, hungry kiss.

Tae: "Mmm baby, that was some kiss. Is my baby a bit needy this morning. Are you wanting more loving from your fiancé." - while smirking.

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Kookie: "Yes please! Baby I want to feel you inside of me again."

With that we both strip and then we lay down on our bed and start kissing passionately and with each moment the kiss gets deeper as we intertwine our legs and our bodies are as close as we can get. We are running our hands up and down each other's bodies. I start moving down to his neck. Kissing, sucking, and leaving my mark all over his neck, and collarbone. I was sucking a place behind his ear and it made Tae arch his back and he let out a loud moan. I made sure to mark that spot and I made a mental note of that spot because it drives my baby crazy. I give one last kiss to that spot and then move on down to his chest. I kiss across his chest and then I take one of his nipples in my mouth and flick it with my tongue. I pinch his other nipple while slightly biting the other one. Tae's moans are so deep and music to my ears. Then Tae tells me to turn around and face away from him so we can try a new position. So I turn around and put my back and ass right up against Tae's chest and his hard dick was poking me right in my ass. Tae snuggled right up against my back and started kissing the nape of my neck and all around my ear. I put my hand above my head and Tae grabbed it and held it tightly. And then with his other hand he reached down and started putting his fingers in my ass to prepare me. It was feeling so good, so I kept grinding back against his fingers. After a little while Tae asks me if I was ready and of course I am.

Kookie: "Yes, Yes Baby! Give it to m-me!

Honey please give me your huge dick and make me cum."

Tae: "Mmmm, my baby is talking dirty, huh? You know how much I like that, Huh? So push your ass towards me baby."

I pushed my ass back and Tae put his leg over mine and lined up his dick with my hole and slowly pushed in. It felt amazing! I pushed back even more to make sure I could feel all of him inside me. Tae was still holding my hand tightly and he wrapped his other arm around me and started pumping my dick in unison with his movements in and out of my hole. Nice and slow movements all while he is kissing and sucking all over the nape of my neck and around my ear. We were both moaning and then Tae started moving faster and It feels so good and I feel so loved. I tell Tae that I am close and he says he is too. He speeds up his movements and they got sloppier and I screamed out "I love you!" as I came all over Tae's hand and the bed. Tae sped up his thrusting and just a few more thrusts and he came inside of me as he let out a loud moan. I feel the warmth and Tae collapses leaning on my back. Tae pulls out slowly and then gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm rag and cleans me up and wipes off the bed.

Kookie: "Tae baby, please come here and lay back down with me."

Tae: "Okay baby, I'm coming."

So Tae comes and lays down next to me and we face each other.

Kookie: "Baby, I love you so much! That was so amazing. I felt so close to you and so loved. You truly made love to me. It was just so..... I can't even describe in words the way I feel right now."

Tae: "I love you so much baby! All I wanted to do was hold you as close to me as I could possibly get you and then love on you and make you feel really good."

He wraps his arms around me and pulled me close to him. So I wrapped my arms around him as well. I leaned in and kissed him passionately and then pulled back to look at his beautiful face.

Kookie: "Well you succeeded, it felt amazing and like I said I felt so loved. We could definitely do that position any time you want."

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Tae: "You got it baby. Now are you ready to know what your first surprise is for today? There is one more part of the house that I haven't showed you."

Kookie: "What are you talking about? You showed me every room."

Tae: "I didn't show you our closet yet. It's empty because we haven't moved our stuff in yet. But I hid something in there for you."

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Taehyung's P.O.V

I came out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth and I see Kookie is making the bed. So I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I whisper in his ear saying can I have my kiss now baby. He shivered and turned in my arms to face me. Wraps his arms arms around my neck and starts kissing me so hungrily. When we pulled away I told him that was some kiss! Then I asked him if he was needy and wanting some more loving from his fiancé. He said, "Yes please baby, I want to feel you inside me again!"

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With that we both strip and get on our bed and start making out and it is so intense. Kookie is kissing me all on my neck leaving marks and we were all intertwined with each other, rubbing each other. We are both moaning and then Kookie kisses and starts sucking a place on my neck right by my earlobe and when he nibbles it a bit, my back arches and a really loud moan comes out. He leaves a mark there, I'm guessing for further reference. Then he moves down my chest and attacks my nipples. He had me feeling so good and I was moaning so loud. I wanted to make him feel good too, and I wanted to try a new position so I asked Kookie to roll over facing away from me. Then I pull him towards me as he is backing his back right up against my chest and his ass up against my dick. Kookie put his hand out above his head so I grabbed a hold of his hand and I started kissing on the nape of his neck. With my other hand used my fingers to prepare my baby for me to enter him. He started pushing his ass back onto my fingers and grinding. So I asked if he was ready for me and he told me, yes please! Then he said give me your huge dick honey and make me cum! He automatically made me even harder because Kookie talking dirty to me is one of my kinks. "You're talking dirty to me because you know I like it, huh? Push your ass back to me baby." So I put my leg over his leg and pushed myself forward. Lining myself up with his hole and started pushing myself in. It felt so good I couldn't help but push all the way in. Apparently Kookie was feeling the same way because he kept pushing his ass back. I start thrusting in and out of him and I reach around him and start pumping his dick in unison with my thrusting while I am kissing, sucking, and biting on the nape of his neck and around his ear. We were both moaning and his moans sounded so amazing to my ears it was making me more aroused and making me move faster. Then he says he is close which I am too. I speed up a bit more and Kookie cums all over my hand and the bed while screaming I Love You! I keep thrusting just a few more times and cum inside my Kookie while moaning loudly. I lay against my baby's back until I catch my breath and then I get up and go to the bathroom and clean up. Then I bring a warm washcloth out and clean up my baby and the bed. Then Kookie asked me to lay down next to him so I did. He told me how much he loves me and how amazing our sex just was. Kookie said I truly made love to him and that he can't put into words how good it made feel.

I told him I love him so much and that all I wanted to do is hold him as close to me as I could possibly get him. Then I just wanted to love on him and make him feel good. Then I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me and Kookie wraps his arms around me. Then he leans in and kisses me passionately and then he looks at me and tells me I succeeded and that he felt very loved and we can do that position any time I want to. So I told him he's got it.

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Then I asked him if he wanted to see his first surprise for the day. That there was one more part of the house that I hadn't shown him yet. He said I had showed him but I said no baby, I haven't shown you our closet yet. It's mostly empty because we haven't moved our stuff in yet but I hid something in there for you.

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Jungkook's P.O.V

I lean in and kiss Tae and say "okay baby let's check out our closet."

Then Tae tells me there are some presents on the table in there.

Kookie: "Baby come on, you have already got me way to much. I don't need you to buy me a bunch of stuff. I just want you baby! Do you see me as someone that you have to buy stuff for all the time to keep me around?"

Tae: "No, absolutely not! You know better than that at least I hope you do!" - He yelled.

Then he was just sitting there looking at me.

Taehyung: "Baby, I buy you stuff because I want to spoil you, because I love you so much that you make it hard for me to breathe. I buy you stuff because you deserve it because you are amazing and you have worked very hard to achieve your goals."

Kookie: "I'm so sorry baby. I never should have said that. I love you so much too. That was a very stupid thing to say. I know how much you love me and I know that you know how much I love you too."

Come on baby let's go see our closet and find my presents. I lean down and kiss Tae with so much love and then he follows me to our closet.

Kookie: "Wow, this closet is huge baby! I guess we will have plenty of room for our stuff."

Taehyung: "Baby, look over there on the left side. You see those presents! Those are yours baby. Pick them up and bring them out to the bed. I'll help you carry them all. I want you to open them and see what you got."

So we carry all my presents out onto the bed and I start opening them. I am so happy, as I open each one I get even more excited.

Everything I would ever need for photography or for filming a video or movie. I was in Aww of all my new toys.

Kookie: "Thank you so much baby! This is amazing, this is everything that I could ever need or want. I love it baby, but this was very expensive baby."

Tae: "I'm glad you love it baby. I wanted to make sure you had the best of everything you would need for your classes and any project you want to do. So now your next surprise for today is we Are gonna pack up a picnic and go to the park. So pack up whatever equipment you want to bring with you. You know how beautiful the trees, flowers, and the lake is at the park. So you can take lots of pictures and even videos if you want. Does that sound good baby?"

I grab Tae's neck and pull him to me and start kissing him passionately. Then I look into his eyes and tell him that sounds absolutely amazing as long as I can take lots of pictures and videos of my gorgeous fiance while we are there. He kisses me back and smirks at me. He told me as long as some of them are of us together. I easily agreed so I started packing up the equipment I wanted to take while Tae went and showered. Then I went and showered and got dressed. I went to find Tae and he was in the kitchen packing up our picnic so I went up behind him and wrap my arms around him and kiss the nape of his neck. Then he turned around in my arms and kissed me. Then I asked him if he needed help finishing up packing up the picnic. He said yes so I helped him get everything packed up. Then I grabbed my equipment and Tae grabbed our picnic and we headed out to the park.

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Taehyung's P.O.V

Kookie leans in and kisses me and says okay let's go check out our closet. So I tell him that there are presents in there for him. He then told me that I have already gotten him to much and all he wants is me. Then he asks me something that surprises the hell out of me. He asked me if I thought of him as someone that needs stuff bought for him all the time to keep him around. I got a little angry and I yelled absolutely not and told he should know better. Then I had to take a minute to breathe in and out and I'm looking at him just thinking for a moment. Then I tell him that I want to spoil him because I love him so much that I can't breathe sometimes and that I buy him stuff because you are amazing and you have worked so hard to achieve your goals. Kookie tells me he is sorry and that he shouldn't had said that. He said he loves me so much and that was a stupid thing so say. He say he knows I love him and then he kisses me with so much love. Just slow and sweet and then he says let's go see our closet and get my presents. When we open the closet door Kookie was amazed with the size. Then we carry his presents to the bed and he starts opening them. I am sitting there watching him and I can't help but smile. He looks like a kid on Christmas, so happy and I loved every minute of watching him. He told me thank you and that he loved all his new toys. He was worried that it was a bit expensive. I told him that I wanted to make sure he had the best of everything he would ever need or want for any of his projects.

Then I tell him what his next surprise is, how we are going to the park for a picnic. I tell him to pack up some of his new equipment so he can take lots of pictures and maybe videos of all the pretty trees, flowers, and the lake. He grabs my neck and pulls me to him and kisses me passionately, then he looks in my eyes and says it sounds amazing as long as he can take lots of pictures of me. He totally melted my heart. So I tell him as long as some of the pictures and videos are of us together. So of course he agreed right away. So he started packing up the equipment he wanted to take while I went and took a shower. When I came out Kookie went to take his shower while I got dressed. Then I went on into the kitchen to put our picnic together. While I was still packing up the picnic I feel arms wrap around me and a kiss on the nape of my neck. I turn in his arms and kiss him. Then he asked me if I could use some help finishing up and I said yes. So we worked together getting everything together. Then I grab the picnic stuff and Kookie grabs his equipment and we head out to the park.

A/N: I am sorry it took so long to get this next part out and now I have decided that there will be a fourth part to finish off the "Birthday Weekend" hope y’all like it!

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magicrobins · 7 years ago

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From Twitter! Here's a prompt for m!Ryder x Jaal: A lazy day in bed. Ryder makes Jaal breakfast with that gross food paste Angara make. Ryder doesn't make it right but Jaal really appreciates it and Ryder feels really good and it's followed by a cute little kiss from Jaal on Ryder's nose.

Darling, We’re History In The Making

Julian Ryder x Jaal Ama Darav. Mass Effect Dual AU. 1,559 words. Mentions @bxtgrl‘s Gabby Ryder. More under the cut. AO3. Trigger Warnings: Brief mention of scars/cuts, however no description of self-harming/cutting.

Thank you for the prompt! It was so cute, and I had so much fun writing this!

This fic is dedicated to #MakeJaalBi and everyone involved with it.

Julian wasn’t used to taking a day off. He liked to have some semblance of a schedule, a routine. He didn’t like when he had to change that. It made him uncomfortable. Perhaps he was growing used to it – or numb – after becoming a Pathfinder, his life had become rather unpredictable. Or perhaps it was the fact that he was with a loved one that kept him from fidgeting, kept him feeling comfortable.

They were in his quarters. Jaal’s clothes were still on the floor, a thin blanket the only thing covering the angaran from the waist down. Julian’s face turned red and hot when he thought about what they’d done the previous night. He still wasn’t used to… this, even if it happened often enough to be considered “normal.” He wasn’t used to people being interested in him. For years, any man he’d thought was attractive, rather than looking at him, looked to one of his siblings. He wasn’t used to someone wanting a relationship with him, to someone falling in love with him.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he and Jaal were both aliens to each other. Jaal wasn’t the first non-human he’d been attracted too – he happened to think quarians were cute. It was waking up to a smiling face, eyes gazing back at him with love. It was having someone to lean against that wasn’t a friend – someone that was more. It was all of this and more that made him feel like he wasn’t awake, but in a dream.

Only in a dream could he look at someone and know how they felt about him. Only in a dream could he know that was love in Jaal’s eyes. Only in a dream could someone fall for him.

But this wasn’t a dream. Jaal was here, and he was real, and they were both in love.

Julian hadn’t known about the angara, about how they felt toward relationships between different races – between a human and an angaran. He hadn’t known if Jaal would reciprocate his feelings. He hadn’t known if Jaal wouldn’t mind that he wanted an open committed relationships. He hadn’t known if Jaal wouldn’t mind that he couldn’t help falling for two other people as well as him. He hadn’t known if Jaal would break his heart.

And if there was one thing Julian didn’t like, it was not knowing things. The unknown was dangerous, nerve-wracking. The unknown could hurt. But Jaal had been an unknown that he was glad to have discovered.

Julian had slipped on a pair of pants – in a tired, post-waking up, haze, he had almost put Jaal’s pants on before he had realized his mistake and grabbed the right pants – and slippers. He’d told Jaal to wait in bed for him and gotten a hum – purr? – as a response from his boyfriend. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt, looking at the time and figuring majority of the crew wasn’t awake yet, and if they were, they hadn’t been awake long enough to be at the kitchen.

He’d made his way to the kitchen, feeling a chill on his usually covered bare chest and arms. The lack of a shirt left a mixture of tattoos, scars, and cuts standing out like paint on a canvas. Despite the fact that he hadn’t ran into anyone else yet, and he was feeling rather comfortable in his own skin, he still held his arms in the right position and angle to make it harder for people to see his waist and the underside of his arms.

When he got to the kitchen, he stared at the recipe Jaal’s True Mother had sent him for several minutes. He had already memorized it after she had first sent it to him, but now he stared at it, trying to figure out how those ingredients could be combined to make anything appetizing.

Admittedly while gifted, Julian wasn’t gifted when it came to cooking. Scott was the chef of the family, often cooking for him and their sisters when their mother hadn’t been available or able to. He was certain if he had asked, Scott would have taught him. He could cook basic stuff. He thought if he could memorize the recipe – which he could – then actually cooking it shouldn’t be that hard.

However it turned out that cooking food he couldn’t actually taste test wasn’t as easy as he’d thought it would be. Somehow the kitchen had gone from spotless to covered in angaran baking ingredients and pieces of this paste that they apparently liked to eat. Julian felt bad for whoever’s job it was to clean the kitchen before he realized that because he created the mess, it was most likely his job to clean it up.

He heard footsteps and an impressed whistle and found himself standing rather embarrassedly in the middle of a giant mess and poorly baked food, and Liam looking at him with both eyebrows raised.

“What happened here?” he asked, sounding both intrigued and concerned. “Did you get in a food fight and forget to invite me?”

Julian blinked, not registering that he was joking. “I was baking,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Liam chuckled. “I can see that.”

Julian stood there awkwardly. “Why aren’t you with Gabby?”

Liam gestured in the direction of the bathrooms. “I had to use the loo.” He stepped into the kitchen, treading carefully so not to step on any food that had found its way to the floor. “What were you baking?”

Julian shrugged, looking to the pasty food he didn’t think he’d prepared correctly. It reminded him of that time when Scott used to eat paste. “I thought… I thought I’d make Jaal breakfast and surprise him with it.” He looked to Liam, not meeting his eyes, but rather focusing just under them. “That’s what couples do, right?”

Liam grinned as if he was as delighted to see his best friend in love as Julian was to be in love. “He’ll love it.”

“He will?”

“Absolutely!” he walked over, placing a hand on the Pathfinder’s shoulder. “Go surprise Jaal, I’ll clean up this mess.”

Julian hesitated, taking a moment to be certain that Liam was serious. Before he would have asked why Liam would offer to do that – he hadn’t made the mess, after all – but he’d gotten to know Liam and he knew he offered because it was what friends did for each other. He made a mental note to figure out later how to repay Liam.

For now, he smiled at his best friend and said, “Thank you!”

He put the food on a plate and hurried off back to his quarters. When he returned, he found Jaal still in bed, curiously flipping through a book he’d left by the bed. Jaal looked up from the old, worn pages of the book to his boyfriend, who stood awkwardly with the door closed behind him. Julian felt his own face heat up, though he couldn’t tell if Jaal was blushing or not. Jaal watched him curiously as he approached the bed, sitting down on the edge and offering up the plate.

“I uh – I made you breakfast,” Julian said as Jaal took the plate, setting it on his lap and grasping the spoon. “Your mother – ah, True Mother – sent it to me, and I wanted to surprise you because, well, I think that’s something people do when they’re in love and you know I love you…”

As he was talking, Jaal took a bite of the food. It was obvious he tried to hide it, but the face he couldn’t help making told the other man that the food’s taste was lacking, at best.

“Do you not like it?” Julian asked before Jaal had a chance to speak, “You don’t have to eat it. I can try making it again, I think there’s enough ingredients left –” He cut himself off when he heard Jaal laugh affectionately.

Jaal reached up, cupping a hand against Julian’s cheek and smiling softly at the human. “It’s perfect because you made it, thinking of me. And I love you too, my Darling One.” To his credit, he tried to finish the food before he set the plate aside and gently pulled Julian closer.

The young Pathfinder followed his lead, crawling more onto the bed until he was straddling the angaran’s lap. Jaal’s arms curled around his waist, his hands resting against Julian’s lower back. One of his fingers absent-mindedly traced part of the floral tattoo the Pathfinder had there. Julian had his own hands resting against Jaal’s chest. The relationship was still new to both of them. Neither knew how to be in a relationship with an alien. But it was something they were discovering together.

Julian brought his hands up, resting them on Jaal’s shoulders. They leaned forward together, catching each other’s lips. The kisses were soft, tender. When they parted, Julian found himself staring into Jaal’s eyes, despite the fact that eye contact made him uncomfortable.

“We’re the first human and angaran to be together,” he said, wonder lacing his words. “Like together together.” He smiled when he asked, “Does that mean we’re making history?”

Jaal laughed, one of Julian’s favorite sounds, and placed a soft kiss, dripping with affection, on the tip of Julian’s nose. “I believe it does.”

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