#but it amused me at 3am to continue where it was going

[badmuni]

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 BLUE SOULS (in a rainy night)

★ credits to anon's idea/request.

₍⁠₍ pairing— lee heeseung x reader. genre— fluff, established relationship. words— 800 ₎⁠₎

Heeseung wasn't feeling well, which is why he was distant. He believed that only when he was in the best mood could he truly make you happy. He avoided you for hours and just responded to your messages after arriving the dorm at night.

You persisted that you would still see him, even though he said he was feeling bad and wouldn't be able to make you have fun. You even found it amusing that he had that mindset, as if his company was only good if he was at his best and all.

Of course it wasn't like that.

When you left your house and your feet hit the road, you felt a drop of water fall on the tip of your nose, and when you looked up at the sky, you could see that a storm was coming. Fortunately, the path to where Heeseung lived wasn't far, it was actually rather close, so you hurried to get there as fast as you could. And as expected, the rain began to fall as soon as you reached the entryway.

You knocked on the door only once, for a tall, hurried boy to open it.

“Oh... You came so fast, love” Heeseung said, making room for you to enter.

You smiled, happy to finally see him in a while. “You opened the door so fast too...”

“No lie, I was standing here because I knew it was going to rain and that you could end up getting wet.” He confessed.

Lucky for Heeseung the rain couldn't reach you.

He came to give you a hug when you walked into his room. His body grew limp in your arms, which was a sign of tiredness. You two continued to hug each other for a long time before he came to give you a soft kiss.

“You should tell me when something is bothering you. If your mind is too full of thoughts, bringing them out will relax you, baby...” You said, when you held his face in your hands.

Heeseung was still stubborn and only wanted you to feel comfortable around him, so he didn't truly express how he felt, even though he felt better after hearing your words.

Then, out of shyness, he gave you another hug while burying his face in your neck to cover off his red cheeks—Heeseung can be easily made to feel shy with little effort.

He took you to his bed making you lay there before putting forward a compelling proposal.

“I will be the happiest person in the world right now if you play with me on my switch,” He stated, immediately grabbing up the switch and placing it in your hands.

You just accepted your fate.

When he realized that you were actually willing to adopt his idea, his huge smile broke out.

You two started playing it, and it was fine at first, but after a short while things became competitive. Heeseung lost a few rounds only for you to win, to make you satisfied, but then he decided to take it back for himself—and you couldn't stop playing anymore.

The minutes turned into hours and it was almost 3am. Your eyes were heavy, Heeseung's not so much. He could remain awake for a long time on end, and he really didn't like to go to sleep before you did. Your head was lying pleasantly on one of his arms, and his body warmed you, while the sounds of the rain falling outside rang in your ears—working almost like a sleeping pill. You couldn't take it anymore and ended up falling asleep while your fingers were still trying to press the switch's buttons. Heeseung didn't stop you from sleeping; in fact, seeing you in this state made him feel warm inside—he was undoubtedly the happiest at that moment.

He passed his palm in front of your eyes to test whether you would still wake up, and grinned to see that you were actually dozing off. He then calmly and slowly grabbed the switch from your hands and came closer to you. Your body unconsciously shifted to his side, forcing you to withdraw into a warm embrace that felt good on both of you.

Heeseung felt like falling asleep now, while practically glued to you.

It was sufficient for him that he felt you were safe in his arms.

“I love you, Yn... On my bad days, you are the best thing I could possibly have.” He murmured as he drowsed gradually.

You were sleeping so deeply that you wouldn't even be able to hear him, therefore his statements would only be heard by your subconscious mind.

Yet Heeseung would undoubtedly say those kind words to you again in another moment.

# masterlist

[ ★ ] notes — do not hesitate tell me if you find mistakes, please! i'll be so glad ♡

© badmuni | 2023

[izvmimi]

a/n: part of cursed!reader series of drabbles. sfw.

"y'know, it'd be nice to be loved like that," you muse as you follow nanami into the subway station. it's almost 3am, and both of you have sobered up a bit, knowing that satoru and his partner are probably stumbling into one of their apartments' drunk in their own right. you think for a moment that perhaps you should have actually explicitly made sure they made their own way safe, but you're pretty sure even piss drunk gojo can protect him and your friend.

nanami looks tired as usual, but he has a content smile on his face. you wonder if he heard you speak as you sit by him.

"oi, are you even listening to me?"

nanami turns his attention to you, a gentle flush of red on his sharp cheekbones letting you know that he probably is a little more drunk than you expected. it must be nice - you're often careful because you're a chatty drunk, and waking up after blacking out with multiple senses stolen from you is probably not ideal.

"always," he says. you raise an eyebrow. the train doors close and you start moving.

it's a strange answer from him but you allow it.

you sigh, stretching your legs out in front of you. there's just a singular man in the front part of your subway car, and he looks nonthreatening so you lose interest quickly. not much is there to look at, and when you look back at your friend, kento is peering at you through his glasses.

"what part of it do you like?" he asks. he chuckles, and you feel like you're being teased.

"i didn't say i liked it."

"you literally just said 'it would be nice.'"

heat rushes to your cheeks, but then you bite your lip and decide to own it.

"you know what, yes! i'm tired of being single. why would i want to be going halfsies on a tiny apartment with a sourpuss like you when a man should be appreciating my charm and treating me like a queen?"

it's nanami's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"do you think you deserve better?" he asks. you make a show of gasping in shock.

"why i never-"

nanami laughs louder this time and crosses his arms over his chest leaning back into the plastic covered seat. any time he laughs this much you're filled with an odd feeling, dread because he's probably making fun of you, or confusion... perhaps jealousy? you don't think you're that funny, but he doesn't seem to find anyone else as amusing. you hate that.

his hand rests on the top of your head suddenly and you kick him gently in the ankle.

"i deserve it," you remind him. you try to keep your eye contact fierce, making sure he doesn't patronize you; he lets his hand drop back to his side but continues to give you a pretend bemused look.

"perhaps."

breathing out through your nose, you decide you'll get him where it hurts.

"are you gonna pretend you're not bitter that your love life sucks?" you ask. he peers again at you sideways, then grins.

"i try not to think about it too much," he replies, promptly.

his ankles cross, and you consider kicking him again but the second time might actually hurt and you don't actually intend to hurt him. you purse your lips to the side and avert your attention instead. the shadows in the subway station start to hypnotize you the longer you focus on them, then you realize you are kind of sleepy. one of you has to stay awake to make it home safely, so you decide to return to antagonism.

"are you still pining over women who are inaccessible?"

nanami's eyes have closed shut by now but they open again.

"whatever do you mean?" he hasn't turned to look at you yet, and you're looking for the tick in his jaw that suggests annoyance but there's nothing yet.

"i told you to stop falling for lesbians, remember?" you tease him.

nanami gives you a look that lasts a bit too long, and for a moment you wonder if you've actually wounded him. you breathe in sharply and you're preparing to say the words, "sorry" but then he interrupts you quickly with the following,

"are you a lesbian?"

the question catches you off guard in the slight inebriation of hours after karaoke, where trot and enka play on loop and the taste of overpriced sushi swallowed not on your dime still ghosts on your tongue.

you would ask, "what's that supposed to mean?" but it's clear. kento's leaned into you and the train is slowing to a stop. you think your heart might slow to a stop too. he must be joking with you.

"i think you're too drunk, you're not making any sense." you finally say through your teeth, but the fact that you're suddenly flustered is apparent in the waver in your voice. kento snorts but it's soft and accommodating, not petulant.

the overhead PA tells you to unboard and kento moves first, getting to his feet but looks back at you and catches you as you stumble on heels too high for just karaoke and meeting with your closest friends.

your hand is in his and he lets go once you're steady.

you thank him but he can't steady your heart too.

[eepyslut]

A 3am delirious draft i wrote last night before falling asleep that i don't know how to continue. If its bad remember i wrote this at 3am

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Lord knows jey adores rhea, but it was the third time she asked if everything was okay with them this week. Every time things seemed to ease and fall into quiet peace Rhea would turn an anxious mess. They aren't together. He's more like a friend right now. He's giving her space, and he's helping to glue the scattered remains of her heart.

It's a direct response to dominik's betrayal. He knows, the sense of calm dominik lulled rhea before stabbing her in the back, had rattled her. To hear him tell the world the relationship she carefully watered for two years felt like his personal hell is destroying her. She doesn't feel secure in her actions, afraid of missing again the part where she fucks up so royally she will be a victim of that treatment again.

And he curses Dominik every single time Rhea looks at him with uncertain, worried eyes asking if everything is okay, if he's mad at her. He can't imagine how it feels, to be spat in the face with all the things you did out of love. He can see how it cuts deep into rhea's flesh when another article comes out and that bitch of a man throws another blow at their past together. 

It reaches a boiling point after bash, the press articles come out and he doesn't hear of her for days, he chooses to give her space, that one was a lower than hell blow. Something she would probably prefer to cry alone before she looked for support. But she doesn't show up to their flight, and it gets concerning when damian can't get ahold of her.

After a few calls, Damian pulls out of the show, arguing he won't show up until he makes sure Rhea is okay, and if it wasn't for priest insistence, he would have stayed too.

By the time he finally got into the airplane, wifi damian had texted him.

Priest:

Hospital

Found her drunk out of her mind, the apartment was a mess

I think she fell off the stairs.

Her knee is fucked up and she has a few minor cuts fromt the fall.

I couldn't find her phone, im taking her home with me when they discharge her.

I dont think she can stay alone.

Rage starts to boil in his veins. He knows dominik does it on purpose, to hurt her, and relishes in her reactions, like her pain amuses him. He wonders if he will laugh at this, and how will he keep himself in check if he does.

Damian was the only thing keeping him from bashing mysterio's skull in, and back then, it was rhea's sad demeanor fueling his anger. This shit was serious now. On sight.

Damian kept texting him updates. Rhea has to stay home for a few weeks. She will be on crutches. She won't get discharged until she sees a psychiatrist. Doctors are worried. They're considering it could have been on purpose. He will be staying with her.

Was it that bad? Would she do it on purpose? She hadn't been okay as of lately. She barely slept, barely ate, and spent too much time working out to exhaustion. He's aware of her sleeping something because she naps with them whenever she can, but nightmares dont let her test at night.

Hunter called them all to a meeting, informing rhea to be out for 3 weeks and how things were going to go during that time. It was all good until the end, dominik had managed to stay fairly quiet, but he asked, in a mocking tone, "What? the crybaby needed a vacation?"

[thekinkyleopard]

Late Night Tickle 2

A non-canon Snz Fic Remi x Levi Sequel

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Messyish SnzFet, Smut, Drunk Sex

Author’s Notes: Mmmkay so by popular demand you guys said to allow Geez to pick a prompt and she chose the sequel to Late Night Tickle! Which was originally inspired off a prompt! So here we are hope you all enjoy! 😊 as always @aller-geez owns Remi, and did the cover art.

Description: Based loosely off this prompt with a smutty twist~

“HAHA!! No cause that’s so fucking true!!” Levi could be heard laughing loudly outside the door with a pair of muffled voices. Stumbling into the early morning of 3am was the small cat and his best friend Draeko, and his sister in law, Meeko.

“I know it is!!!” Draeko lazily slid against the other male as they shared their laughter, Meeko giggling along side them but starting to look more at her phone as the leopard struggled with the keys on his snow leopard printed lanyard.

“I had so much fun you guys, we have to do this more often…” Meeko smiled gently at the both of them before she continued “but I def gotta get back home to my partners…” the ginger haired woman winked before bumping Levi with her shoulder. “Have a good night you two!” Waving them off before she turned to walk toward her house on the large property they shared with Levi and Remi.

“Dijuwanna come in and watsh sum tv or you’re free to crash in the guess roomb, Drae,” Levi slurred extensively as he managed to push his front door open after seemingly struggling with the lock. The problem was he never had locked it. So he went to unlock it, but locked it, then had to unlock it. He was drunk. This took about 8 minutes while Drae hummed before shaking his head.

“Nah, Imma have Al come get me, cause Imma convince him to convince Nai into a 3 some tonight…” winking suggestively in the direction of his equally drunken friend, the two of them sharing a look of amusement before tossing into giggles.

“Hmmmm speaking of…yeah just make yourself comfy while you wait for Al, I’m, going to go do just that as well…minus the third party,” they both shared yet another good chuckle as their scuffling feet carried them through the threshold, and the mutt found his way to the couch.

“Word, good luck in there, night Lee!” Draeko threw up a peace symbol with his index and second finger before making himself comfortable, and scrolling through his phone.

“You too, D!” “….Now….wheres that big bad wolf at….” He snickered lustfully under his breath, his feet making light as they tip toed through the home, up the stairs and into the bedroom he shared with his lover, Remi. He eerily started to creak the door open steadily. His thin body slipping through the crack. Once inside he noted, long before entering, it was dark, but also, that Remi was fast asleep in bed, with his breathing at an incredibly audible decibel. Levi knew that sound. He was mouth breathing. Which could only mean one other thing, his lover was feeling a tad bit under the weather, or maybe allergy season, either way he could hear the subtle wheeze behind his exhales.

“Oh my poor lover….” The freckled, drunken man clicked his tongue sadly. ‘I leave for a few hours and suddenly…his immune system crashes…,’ he shakes his head, talking to himself inside the safety of his own head. Least Remi wake up to him having a conversation to himself. Slowly the smaller of the two, began to strip himself of his night time attire, the blazer, the tshirt, the tie…left with just his snow leopard print boxer briefs. He slowly slipped into bed, and instinctively the wolf opened up his limbs and then gracefully trapped his mate inside. Grunting weakly as he did so.

Levi bit his lower lip and tenderly closed his eyes, although, finding it to be a struggle while his head spun a million miles an hour. However, his hands searching and discovering Remi's and threading their fingers lovingly together he couldn't help but feel immediately comforted. His spins subsiding enough to allow him to peacefully close his lids once again. Yet, just when the cat was blissfully slipping away into dream land, he heard a soft, gentle, snuffle coming from behind him. Remi's hot, opened breath ghosting over the sensitive surface of his neck, his body shuddered.

The wolf was still clearly asleep and he was grasping tighter to the leopard while his body suddenly began to twitch, and spasm. His nose tickling, Levi could feel the wolf twisting and stretching his nose to avoid it taking over. He could also hear the shallowness in his breath, and each exhale sent goosebumps down his arms. "R-Rem?" he whispered behind his nerves as he tempted to see if the other was stirring in consciousness.

He wasn't, he didn't answer and the sound of his breathing only got more labored as time passed. "H--...Hih'...." Levi heard from behind him. Could it be? He held his own breath, his cerulean eyes staring into the darkened distance with anticipation. "hh'….!" Remi was fighting against them, pushing his leaking face against Levi’s shoulder, forcibly stretching his nose against the other’s moistening flesh as each second passed. It helped, but it didn’t cure. He snuffled, and continued to keep himself restrained. Until he felt it fighting back against him.

Remi, still not fully conscious or aware of his surroundings, felt as if the leopard next to him in the bed was asleep, and he was struggling to make sure he didn’t disturb the cat. Little to his knowledge that the male was just simply unable to rest in the first place. “H’GXNT!!” Remi shoveled his face into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, muffling the sound, but putting himself completely on blast. There was no hiding it.

So when the feeling came back with its vengeance, the wolf had to blow the top of his lid completely off. “Huh'GDTS'ue!!” the dark haired man sneezed directly into the crook of the other's neck once more, slickening it with mess and sick. Though half expecting it, half thinking it was a waste of time to wait up for....Levi was startled by the sudden sound echoing in the canals of his hearing organs. Yet, unlike usual, his eyes rolled back and the feeling of the saliva raided areas cooling with each passing second, only brought him closer to sin.

"Bless you baby..." he whispered languidly, before rolling his hips back in a flirtatiously slick fashion. This caused the larger to stir and grunt, his hips instinctively moving to match Levi's motions. His opened maw only produced more hot air that was sending the cat into an almost frozen state of horny paralysis. He couldnt help it with the other at his neck like that.

"—hd'ISCHhh! Hh'iSHH!" Certainly this time the wolf would be awake from the insistent flood of onslaughting sneezes. Levi’s shoulder wet, decorated in the man’s spit and other misc ick he was sure. Typically something like this would make the smaller cringe and immediately wake the wolf from his slumber. Yet, another powerful wave of pleasure rolled through his spine.

“Rem…” he sighed outwardly, now finally turning around to actually face the other whose eyes gently peeped open at the movement of his partner.

“Hn?” He grunted once, looking lazily at his boyfriend in front of him now.

“You sick baby?” Levi asked gently within the darkness of their room.

“Juss…aller…g—hdt’ishhhh!” Now directly into the leopard’s face, leaving the wolf to blush profusely and bringing a corner of the blanket up to wipe off the mess he made. “I’m so sorry…” he winced, almost like he was expecting the other to get mad, but he didn’t. Levi simply giggled and pressed his forehead to the other’s and looked at his lover with hooded eyes.

“S’ok baby…bless you,” kissing the tip of Remi’s leaking nose, before dusting a few strands of hair from in front of his tired emerald eyes. Oh , it was starting to make sense why the other wasn’t cringing and trying to clean himself up immediately.

“You drunk?” Remi asked, smelling the extensively strong scent of alcohol between them.

“Mm’spossible,” he returned with yet another crinkle of his nose and a short snort before wrapping his arms around the other’s strong neck. “I missed you….” Nuzzling the tips of their noses together. Remi couldn’t help but melt under his adorable partner. How is he so extra cute when he’s drunk? The wolf wasted no time, wrapping his arms tightly around the other’s thin waist and pulling him tightly to his chest.

“I love when you’re drunk…sndf,” he snuffled lightly into the side of his mate’s neck again. Levi inhaled sharply, his lips pulling into a careless toothy smile, licking his lips as he felt the other’s chest up against his own.

“I love you!” He giggled kissing the side of Remi’s unsuspecting face, who could only laugh in response, but quickly he found himself under attack. Like a bursting flame through a pipe, he felt the sensation trickle down the base of his nose.

“I love you mo— Hah'ISSchuu!!” At the very least able to crook his head sharply to the left into the direction of the pillow, the sound still loudly audible.

“Bless you, Handsome~” Levi purred leaning over to nip, and lick at the other’s jawline. He pulled himself back enough to bring his thumb up to wipe below the other’s nostrils, swiping away the slickened mess there. Bringing the hand back down to wipe it across their sheets. He could wash those later.

Afterwards, playfully, his hands came up to entangle and thread through the other’s strands of raven hair. Remi shuddered, sniffling loudly afterwards to rid himself of the possible onslaught of slickened ick that was still inside him, despite the other’s help.

“Kitten….you’re playing with fire again…” he warned the small male that he was getting to his limit. Between his partner being half nude pressed up against him, being so sweet and specifically horny for his vulnerable state of being, he was finding it harder to return to his last state of relaxation. He needed Levi and he was getting closer to just taking it.

“I wanna get burned,” the leopard whispered with a huskier undertone than he had previously speaking. The wolf growled low in his chest, his hands around the other’s waist now trickled down to grip aggressively at each of Levi’s rear cheeks.

“Yeah?” Remi questioned the other teasingly, pushing him closer yet again, more or less just bumping their bodies together.

“Yeah,” the white haired male responded with an innocent sparkle behind his diamond eyes while his gaze switched between Remi’s still open breathing maw, and his glossy emerald eyes.

“Aren’t you just— tch’ISSH! iit’shHIEW! Fuck…” trying to remain an air of Dominance, but only being completely and utterly derailed by the explosions of irritant. Truthfully, it wasn’t anything within the usual, it was their first year out in Alaska, and this time of year a particular weed grew on the property. Levi hadn’t realized he made it worse coming home.

“Fuck…” Levi whimpered as he witnessed his suffering partner blast another short series of messy sneezes across their pillows. He bit his lower lip, his eyes lidded and Remi couldnt help but smirk seeing the display of arousal.

“Yeah? You like that?” Bringing a hand up and pushing it under the leopard’s neck, slipping his hand behind the other’s head and taking a gentle fistful of hair, tilting Levi’s skull upward.

“I do..” his thin pierced lips parted with anticipation as he watched Remi’s darkened expression deepen into his own.

“So fuckin naughty…” his nose twitched, Remi swiftly pushed and was suddenly atop the gapping cat, his fist still gripping his hair. “Ready?” His mouth pulled tightly closed as he encouraged his nostrils in a circular motion using centripetal force. Trying to trigger the unwanted pollen inside to slip through the ticklish sensors.

“Ready..?” Slightly confused by the question before he started to eventually realize what he was in for and his eyes widened.

“Open your mouth…H’hih…,” Remi demanded of his smaller partner, struggling against letting it out too soon, his malicious glowing greens making it practically impossible for the cat to deny.

“Re-,” it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try though, was he truly ready to expose himself to be such a slut ? He hesitated, almost sobering up, but the drunken devil inside his head picking at the insistent itch within.

“Open your fucking mouth,” there was no denying the man his request, that was being made extremely clear as the hand in his hair tightened substantially. Remi’s voice threatening and cold.

“Yes sir,” Levi dare not disobey his lover, so, obediently, the leopard opens his mouth and waits patiently as his eyes gaze over to see Remi, indulging while he tickled and tempted his nostrils by stretching and swiveling across his own face.

“H—hH…-h’dtTISHh!!” There it went, a mistral spray of ick and wet came flying at Levi’s open lips. It landed gently onto his flesh what one could assume TV static felt like in small doses. Levi whimpered and his whole body flinched upon impact but, the buldge in his boxers flexed and pushed up against Remi’s. “S’right, eat it, slut,” Remi hissed behind his gritted teeth while he bared down his hips and pushed their clothed lengths together roughly.

Levi shuddered with his entire being, his glossy cerulean eyes rolling in the back of his head as he licked his lips clean of Remi’s mess. “I love watching you lick up my sneezes off your own face,” he smirked shoveling his legs in between Levi’s, who instinctively wrapped them around the eager, still sniffling wolf. His nose and throat vibrating as they tickled deep within his sinuses. Trying his best to overpower the sensations as well as his mate.

Remi sat up a moment enough to bring his hands at the leopard’s boxers, making quick work of them and himself, spitting in the palm of his hand. “Tell me you like being my tissue,” he glared down at the wiggling and whining cat who looked at him with hooded eyes.

“I love it….” The sound was strained and it wasn’t done with enough passion for the wolf’s liking.

“Hm? I can’t hear you…And to whom are you addressing, Kitten? Don’t forget your manners,” Remi clicked his tongue in a condescending manner, tsking the smaller male with slight disappointment, which made Levi whimper in response. The wolf violently ripping their boxers clear off their bodies, taking his hands now and spreading his boyfriend’s ass apart to see his wanting hole puckering at him.

“I love being your tissue, Mister Connors….” It almost came out as a whine, the way it sounded. It went straight into Remi’s cock, hardening the inpatient organ.

“That’s what Daddy likes to hear,” spitting directly now across Levi’s spread open hole, legs pushed up to his delicate sternum. “Keep your mouth open, and your eyes on me—…Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!!” Sliding his thick rod inside of the other, Levi’s dangling against his body, crying out, but meeting his lover’s demands before a waterfall of misted saliva fell down upon his face. “Just like that….HI’DTSCHIEW! -h’dtTISHh!!” As the larger wasted no time burying himself deep inside his lover’s hole, he spread and exposed his allergen attack sneezes across the smaller once more. He cared not where it landed, how it landed, the density….Levi let out a pleased hum, trying not to sound too desperate but his body continued to meld and match with each rough thrust inside himself as he was slickened by his mate.

“Re-Remi….” He gasped with a weakened mewl, reaching his hand down, he waited patiently, open palm in between the two waiting desperately for more of the wolf’s allergen triggered explosions.

“That’s my good—..Hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih!! ih’TTSSHH!! Boy…” his praise interrupted by another shot of spattering saliva that came cascading across Levi’s bare stomach, but also the hand that was out stretched waiting. Once it was slickened the smaller made quick use, and brought it to his already leaking length. “Yeah baby? Am I making you that horny? SnDfF…” as the male hovered the other, he sniffled obnoxiously, trying to keep himself from dripping snot into his lover’s unsuspecting face. Luckily he could keep it down.

“Yes, Baby…I can’t stand it, you’re gonna make me…fucking cum….” Levi panted between each heavy, and aggressive thrust. It was almost enough to send the wolf into a bloody rage but he swallowed the pools that collected under his tongue. Knowing he’d get stuck with the cleanup. Instead, he drilled his cock into Levi’s tightening hole, all the while he could feel the younger getting closer to his limit.

“I can feel you….kitten…you’re getting so close aren’t you? —‘izTSHH!!” That one sneaking up from behind him as it took him by complete surprise, and Levi as well. The sneeze splashed the leopard across his unsuspecting features, and between the rough strokes, relentless usage, and assault of his prostate the cat was just unsuited for holding out any longer. He came hard over his stomach while the wolf shoved his hands down onto each side of Levi’s head, hooking himself forward and in as he rushed to his own orgasm, trying to follow closely behind the leopard.

“Fuuuuuckking shit….Remi…” He whined under a clenched jaw, his claws ripping the sheets underneath his grasp, and his other hand milking his spraying length. “Please.. baby…please I want to feel you fill me….” He sounded anguished as his hips continued their motions of meeting each hardened thrust.

“Shit that’s gonna do it….” Remi releases a hot steaming load inside the other’s ass, filling him with his seed. “Riiiiiight there….” He hissed. Shortly after he spent himself inside the cat, they both went limp and Remi collapsed ontop of his sweet boy. Levi wrapping his arms around the man’s strong, sweating shoulders. “I feel so much better…” he whispered breathlessly into Levi’s equally sticky and clammy flesh.

“Good…” Levi couldn’t help but notice he felt a hell of a lot more sober than he had before, and slightly grateful for it because it meant sleep would be much easier to obtain. “Me too….” They both gasped with labored breaths, their hands clasping around forearms, shoulders or necks just to feel grounded in someway. So nobody would float away.

“Sorry to mess you all up right when you get home…” Remi chuckles loosely as he looks up to hopefully meet eye contact with his boyfriend. Levi stretched his neck enough to look down at his mate, smiling back before shrugging without hesitation, he responded quickly.

“It was a benefit to us both, darling, like always,” running his thin fingers through the wolf’s blackened strands.

“I love you,” Remi let out a gentle sigh, exhaling through his mouth, as his nose was still blocked up from his previous fits in the night.

“I love you, more,” Levi giggled from under him, Remi’s head snapped up to look in his mate’s direction and dead in his eyes with the world’s most serious expression.

“Don’t,” he said shortly, followed slowly by a sarcastic toothy grin.

They both laughed together, the sound like wind chimes blowing in the wind, before silence fell amongst them and they wound up crashing in this strange position of the much taller male sleeping half on top of the other’s small body. Content, they still clasped each other’s arms as if forever reaching for one another.

The End 

Author’s Notes: I know it’s kind of shorter than I usually write? But I hope you guys enjoyed it 😭 I know y’all are on a hell boys kick so I hope this isn’t a Remi x Levi P.2 that goes unloved. LOL Expect the AlxKoxNai series next!!!

[bella-goths-wife]

Risky company

Lost boys daughter au

The landline in the apartment rang loudly as you covered your ears in attempt to block its annoying rings. You turn to look at the clock and you notice the time, 3AM on the dot.

You turn over to reach for Michael but you feel a lack of body heat from him before you open your eyes and realise that he wasn’t there.

You wondered momentarily where he was before you remembered that he had warned you that he would be visiting his mother back in Santa Carla for a few days, leaving the apartment with no company other than your own.

You groan as the landline continues to ring loudly before you finally gather the energy to leave the comfort of your warm bed and make the agonising walk to the small kitchen where your landline incessantly commanded your attention.

“Hello?” You speak into the phone with an irritated tone “Michael if this is you, like I told you the last seven times you called me, I’m alive and fine”

“Hello little bird” an amused voice greets through the phone and your blood froze at the familiar nickname

“How did you get this number?” You question with a newfound serious tone

“I’m a vampire darling, it’s not difficult” Dimitri chuckles “you should know that, considering who your fathers were”

Your blood ran cold at the mention of your abusers.

“How do you know that” you whisper with fear bleeding into your tone “who did you talk to?”

“Open the door, little bird” was all he said before the dial tone rang and you realised he hung up

You take a deep breath as you approach the door with caution in your movements. You grab the handle while your other hand wraps around the wooden stake you had picked up from the kitchen, Michael had made it after the two of you left Santa Carla. You peek through the peephole as you hand tightens on the handle.

You see no one standing on the other side of the door so your hand slowly turns the handle and bring the door towards you. You see no movement as you get a clear view of the empty doorway.

Your about to let out a sigh of relief and step out to check but a realisation hits you as you see the wall next to you disorient at the edges.

“I know your there” you say as you take a step back from the doorway with the stake gripped tighter in your hand “your hallucination skills aren’t as effective when you can’t see me, so show yourself”

There is a moment of silence and you wondered if you had gone crazy with the lack of sleep and not having Michael to soothe you.

“Boo” Dimitri says as he appears in front of you in the doorway while his hallucination fades and you can see him clearly “did I scare you?”

“What do you want?” You ask with narrowed eyes and the stake gripped in your hand

“Not going to invite me in?” He asks with a raised brow and a teasing smile “do you not trust me darling?”

“Absolutely not” you state deadpan with narrowed eyes

“I’m hurt, little bird” he says with a mockingly dramatic frown and a hand on his chest

“What do you want?” You ask with an annoyed tone

“Your family truly aren’t a welcoming group of people huh?” Dimitri says with a smirk “always chasing people away before they have a chance to explain themselves”

“You don’t know anything about my family” you state as you glare at him

“I know more than enough, little bird” he says with a chuckle “I know that your a runaway from a very powerful clan, and I know that the boy isn’t a familiar and that you have no intention of turning”

“Who did you talk to” you seethe with a glare

“Your grandfather” Dimitri answers with a smug look “such a charming man, especially when I told him how I was this close to draining his little granddaughter”

“What do you want Dimitri?” You ask with an irritated tone

“Why don’t you invite me in, little bird” Dimitri suggests with an expecting look “I promise to keep my teeth to myself”

“Why would I do that?” You scoff with a glare as you feel like laughing at the ridiculous suggestion

“I could always pay a visit to your dear fathers next” Dimitri states smugly as he looks you in your eyes “I’m sure they’d love to know where their dear daughter is hiding away”

The threat is clear and hangs in the air for a moment of silence before you sigh in defeat.

“Come in” you say cautiously as you step away from the doorway

“With pleasure” he says with a smirk and the invisible shield that had protected you was suddenly lifted as he steps through the door and past you into the hallway.

“What a shit hole” he says with his back turned to you as he inspected the apartment “I’m surprised a girl of your pedigree could stand to live like this, being max’s granddaughter after all”

He looks into the bedroom curiously and you notice his attention isn’t on you. You don’t even process his words as you grip the stake in your hand and you quickly run at him to try and run the wooden stake into his back.

He spins around and with his enhanced speed he grips your wrist and pushes you against the now closed front door.

He pins you by your wrists and his touch makes you unintentionally drop the stake as his eyes seem to pierce your soul and lay your very being bare for him to see.

“Don’t be an amateur little bird” he chuckles into your hair as you remain still in fear “we both know that it doesn’t go that way, we know who holds the power here”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying” you say as you attempt to twist your hands free from his grip

He chuckles softly as he brings his face closer to your neck and his nose nuzzles against your pulse point before taking a deep inhale. An action that caused your breath to hitch and blush to rise to your face.

“You have no idea how delicious you smell” he states as he sighs in what seems like ecstasy “how hard it if for me to not devour you whole and savour every part of you”

“Why haven’t you?” You ask curiously with a tilt of your head, he could have killed you the moment you allowed him access to your home, so why hadn’t he?

“Oh little bird” he says with a soft chuckle as he moves to hold your wrists above your head with one hand while the other gently caresses your cheekbone before going to your chin to lift it up so your looking into his eyes “how wasteful of me to ruin you so quickly, you have so many other uses that would please me instead”

You breath hitches once again as you look at his features and the clear desire on his face that causes something deep inside you to stir, something needy and desperate to be touched.

Dimitri chuckles before realising you and walking into the living room. You stand in shock for a few moments before following him and seeing him making himself comfortable on the small couch.

“Your grandfather was worried about you” Dimitri states as he looks at you with a grin “he wanted to know if you were happy”

“And what did you tell him?” You ask with a raised brow as you stand in front of him with crossed arms

“I told him that you seemed happy and that you were safe” Dimitri says with a grin “he was right to be worried about you little bird, wondering into shady bars, getting so close with a strange man, a vampire no less”

“What do you want” you snap at him with a glare, tired of his teasing and his smirk on the lips that had been so close to your neck mere moments ago

“I have a proposition” he states as he leans back on the couch and spreads his legs almost invitingly while looking at you through hooded eyes “one that would benefit us both”

“And that proposition would be?” You ask with a raised brow as you look at him with suspicion, hoping that he wasn’t about to offer you something inappropriate, that that the two of you had acted appropriately since meeting each other

“You come and work for me, at my bar” he offers with an amused grin “I’m guessing you remember it”

“Why would I do that?” You ask with an unimpressed look “I almost died last time i was there”

“Would the pleasure of my company not be enough of a sell?” Dimitri asks with a grin

“No” you state deadpan “it would not”

“How you wound me darling” he says, chuckling at your unamused expression “id pay you well”

“How well?” You ask with a cocked brow

“Twelve dollars an hour plus tips, and free food and drinks” he offers “even accommodations if you wanted that”

“How do I know I won’t just be killed the second I step through the door?” You ask suspiciously as you move closer to him

“You would have my protection darling, my clan wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you if I stated that you weren’t to be touched” he explains with a chuckle as his hand lays on his thigh, itching to reach out and bring you closer by the hip “my protection would extend outside of work hours too, if you were wondering”

“This seems like a lot of effort for you” you state suspiciously “what’s in this for you?”

“Other than your company every night?” He says with a seductive smile but chuckles when he sees your unimpressed look “having a human around would increase business because of the scent of fresh blood, and you have previous experiences with vampires so that means you’d be less afraid and less likely to be killed”

“Why should I trust you?” You ask with narrowed eyes and your arms folded

Dimitri analyses you for a moment before rising from the couch and dropping to his knees in front of you and gently holding your hand in front of his face, his face coming up to your stomach while he was on his knees.

“I promised your grandfather that I would keep an eye on you to make sure you were safe” he explains before his expression turns serious “I take my promises seriously”

“Do you promise that I won’t be killed?” You ask hesitantly

“I swear on my undead life that I will protect you from any and all harm that comes your way” he states as he presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles and looking into your eyes, actions that cause heat to rise to your face “you have my word”

You nod, unable to form words as he rises from his knees and stands at his full height as you crank your neck back to look him in the eyes.

“Okay” you agree hesitantly, slightly in awe of the actions of the man in front of you “I’ll work at your bar, I’ll work for you”

Dimitri smirks at your answer as he looks down at you with curiosity and wonder in his eyes.

“You start Friday at 9pm” he states as he presses a quick kiss to your temple and he begins to walk away “don’t be late, little bird”

And with that, he disappears and leaves you with blush coating your cheeks and a desperation building up inside you as desire runs through your veins and awakens a needy feeling inside you once again.

“What just happened?” You wondered aloud as you look at your blown out pupils and red cheeks in the mirror, your body already calling out for his touch again already…..

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

4am

Spencer isnt surprised when the first sound he hears upon waking up is the fire alarm installed in the kitchen of his apartment, and discovers that the place next to him where you had been sleeping is now empty.

“Fuck, shit balls!”

He hears you mutter in frustration, noticing that you try to keep your voice down to prevent waking him, despite the fire alarm still beeping at an obnoxiously loud volume. Spencer chuckles to himself and shakes his head at the image of you in the kitchen that he’s already picturing as he gets out of bed and pulls a shirt on, knowing the sad pout he’s going to see on your face when you notice he isnt half naked anymore. Now standing, Spencer takes a moment to acknowledge his closet door, which has been left open. He checks the contents of it from afar, and comes to an unsurprising conclusion: all of his sweaters are missing. Strolling out of his bedroom, he leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms, watching in amusement as you jump around the kitchen, desperately fanning at the alarm on the ceiling until it stops beeping and you release a relieved sigh. It’s then, Spencer notices you have earphones in, and he rolls his eyes at your constant habit of forgetting just how distracted you get by music. His point is proven as you continue to dance around the kitchen to music Spencer cant hear, as if you hadnt almost burnt down his apartment moments prior. You werent forgetful enough to leave the food you were preparing though, thankfully; while you danced, you retrieved the tray from within the oven, and Spencer could have guessed exactly what you’d decided to cook at 4am: cookies. Of course, you are just a little careless, and you end up just grazing the burning hot oven tray with the side of your hand, the rest of which had been responsibly shielded by a towel you were holding, which promptly falls to the floor.

“Mother fucker!” You hiss, turning quickly to wash the burn under the cold tap at the kitchen sink, coincidentally meaning you are finally facing the direction of Spencer’s bedroon.

Naturally, upon seeing you burn yourself, your lover bounds over to you, startling you slightly because even though you were facing his direction, you hadnt looked up from the burn on your hand, so you still hadnt seen him. He helps to wash your hand, and with your burn-free one, you remove your earphones.

“Caught the clutz red handed, literally.” You chuckle, and Spencer joins you.

“Again. And Im sure it wont be the last time!” He teases, and you smile up at him.

“Did you sleep well?” You ask with genuine curiosity, causing Spencer to laugh harder as you immediately disregard the fact you just burnt yourself.

“Until the fire alarm woke me, along with a ‘fuck’ and a ‘shit balls’, I was sleeping rather well, yes.” He muses, and you sigh, both of you pulling away from the sink as Spencer fetches an ice pack from the freezer to continue to help your burn.

“Im sorry I woke you, but you cant say I didnt get my penance!” You reason, raising your hand in the air as proof.

Spencer shakes his head at you and holds the ice pack to your hand, pulling it back down from the place you were holding it above your head “Are you really suggesting that the karma for waking me is burning yourself?”

You shrug “Sounds about right.”

He laughs at this “Speaking of things that can only be explained by the existence of you, where are my sweaters?”

Your eyes light up “Oh yeah! Well, I woke up about an hour ago and I needed a method of diverting my attention from baking cookies because I was trying to tell myself that 3am was not the right time to be doing that, so I decided on a solo sweater-themed fashion show that involved a super-secret-super-sneaky mission back into your bedroom to steal all your sweaters, which I then took out here and tried on repeatedly-”

Spencer interjects, “Let me guess, until the urge to bake cookies became too much for your precious soul to resist?”

You beam up at him. “You got it in one!”

Your eyes travel down Spener’s body, and for the first time since seeing him a few minutes ago, you acknowledge that he’s wearing a shirt. And then comes the exact disappointed pout that Spencer had predicted.

“You owe me a kiss!”

Spencer raises an eyebrow “Im always happy to give you a kiss for whatever reason, but what is the particular ridiculous excuse you’re using this time?”

You nod your head in the direction of his chest “That! Hiding your beautiful body from my desperate eyes! It is a crime!”

Spencer wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, holding the ice pack to your hand by holding it between his chest and yours.

“Punishable by death?” He asks, and your eyes widen.

“Absolutely not!” You exclaim, shaking your head dramatically.

“I wouldnt consider a kiss as a punishment though, love.” Spencer argues cheekily.

Your eyebrows furrow as you consider this “You’re right, realistically…I should be taking your kiss privileges away!”

Breaking away from his arms, you try to run away from him, but Spencer knows you too well, and he quickly wraps you back up again, pulling you to his chest once more.

“I take it back! Kisses are definitely a justifiable punishment!” He retracts his previous statement, both of you laughing.

Turning around in Spencer’s arms to face him, you smile up at him, running your fingers through his bed hair with your burn-free hand.

“Good.” Is all you say, before you stand up on your tiptoes to pull him into a kiss.

And as your lips meet his, Spencer cant help but think, there’s nobody else he ever wants to spend 4am with.

[obito76]

ok so it like 3am where I live and I can’t help but think of dick with a short s/o so could you maybe do like a short fic (no pun intended)

have a nice night/day🧡

[Right here]

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Amid the warm, intimate glow of the softly lit bedroom, filled with whispers, gasps and sweet moans, Dick Grayson, the charismatic boyfriend, slowed down his thrusting because he couldn’t resist indulging in some playful teasing his girlfriend. He looked down at Raven, his tall and lean frame casting a playful shadow over her, and a mischievous grin played on his lips.

“You know, Raven,” he began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’ve heard that great things come in small packages.”

Raven, her petite yet alluring figure reclining on the bed, shot him a deadpan look. “Seriously now, Dick? And you’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer,” she retorted, her voice laced with equal parts annoyance and amusement.

But Dick wasn’t one to back down easily. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he continued, “I mean, seriously, how’s the weather down there?”

Raven rolled her eyes, her irritation growing. “You’re impossible Dick, I was about to..” she muttered, her fingers twitching with the urge to smack some sense into him.

As Dick’s teasing persisted, Raven’s patience wore thin. In a bold move, she reached out and gave his balls a playful tight squeeze, “Now, you better stop talking and start fucking,” her touch sending a jolt of surprise through him. “or, you are sleeping without emptying them inside me tonight,”

Dick’s eyes widened, and he let out an unexpected yelp. “Okay, okay, you win!” he exclaimed, his teasing demeanor temporarily subdued. “I promise, no more height jokes.”

Raven couldn’t help but smirk, her fingers slowly releasing their grip. “Good,” she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of triumph and amusement as she kissed him lovingly. “Now, where were we?”

With a twinkle in his eye, Dick leaned in closer and whispered,

“Right here..”

First of all thank you for the ask 🔥

I absolutely loved your idea, it was so much fun to write 😄

I was going to post this yesterday, but something came up so..

Anyway tell me how was it 😊

[kaepop-trash]

Johnny+ "On Friday" for your now event please

Very late but can we just give me a free pass? I love you all.

This reminded me of one of my favourite movies, "His Girl Friday" so it is kind of inspired by that. Re-watched it thanks to this ask and I can see where the roots of my dialogue style lie.

Edit: About a week into writing this, I realised that this was probably a mean girl reference Sorry it's too late now. For what it's worth, I think Johnny would be the ideal candidate for high school mean girl.

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Exes to Lovers Trope, Politics au

Summary: There were many things you let go of during a low point in your life. To live with that loss, you have pretty much convinced yourself that it was never meant to be. But when two of those show up in a package, you have to consider if one of those is worth the risk of the other. Alternatively, Johnny tests the limits of his convincing personality.

WC: 2.6

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"Where are you going?" Paul pulled the phone receiver away from his ear, giving Johnny an incredulous look. "We have to prepare for the morning show tomorrow." He pointed at a pile of papers that probably meant something to him.

"We can do it later. I have an important meeting." Johnny spoke as he donned his outerwear.

"With who?" He asked.

"Whom." Johnny wrapped his scarf around his neck.

"Senator." Paul was exasperated, tired of the burden of his position. And because he was up since 3am trying to book a slot on local tv.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Johnny slid his coat on.

For a moment, Paul said nothing. There was a deceptive silence that settled between them before a crackle sounded. Whoever was on the phone asked Paul if he was still there. He answered a brisk no before hanging up and walking towards Johnny.

"Your ex, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Paul questioned like there was anybody else.

"One and the same." Johnny finally slipped on his gloves, giving Paul a pursed smile, already uncomfortable.

"John." Paul tried to reason but Johnny shot him an impatient look.

"This wasn't supposed to be a negotiation. I'm going to be late." His words were curt, making his campaign manager take a step back.

"Just let me know when you'll be back." Paul sighed, dragging himself back to the phones.

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Johnny walked into his old favourite diner, breathing out a sigh of relief once the warm heated air inside hit him. He squinted and browsed the joint, empty enough that he spotted (Y/N) easily. She was busy typing something into her phone while a cup of coffee steamed in front of her.

Johnny removed the hands in his coat and the growing smile on his face, stopping in front of her booth while he unwrapped his scarf.

“Ordered anything yet?” He questioned.

“I want chicken and waffles.” She answered while continuing to draft what he could now see was an email.

“Alright.” Johnny nodded, turning to spot the waiter and beckon him. After catching the boy’s eye, Johnny slid into the booth and seated himself. Only after that did (Y/N) look at him.

“How’s the campaign going?” She asked, lips pursed with impersonal neutrality.

“Fine.” Johnny answered absent-mindedly.

“Fine?” She winced, “Is that why you flew me down here?” She scoffed with a kind of haughty arrogance that would have amused him had she not been right.

“In a manner of speaking.” Johnny avoided her gaze, turning to the approaching waiter.

“Long time no see.” The boy smiled at (Y/N) before turning to Johnny. “The usual?” He questioned. 

“Yes,” Johnny smiled back, “For both of us.” The boy wrote down the order and made his way towards the kitchen.

There was a momentary pause when Johnny sneaked a look at her. Brows gathered, she was grinding her teeth— deep in thought.

“You know what your problem areas are?” She finally spoke after breaking out from her thoughts. Johnny couldn’t stop his emerging smile, feeling hopeful for the first time in months.

He put his hands under his chin, smile lingering on his face as he asked, “Why don’t you tell me.”

“Your campaign manager is an idiot with no people skills. Smart on paper, but he doesn't understand the reality of campaigning to people." She waved the coffee stirrer in her hand like she was conducting a symphony.

"I thought smart on paper would balance me out." Johnny shrugged. "Worked well with you, didn't it?" He rested his cheek in his palm, "A little too well." His eyes gleamed, spreading over his tired features when her cheeks burner red.

"You still need someone to meet you halfway." She clicked her tongue, looking away from him to keep her reins in.

Johnny crossed his arms, sitting back and humming.

"You should have started your campaign in the rural areas since the city was already in the bag." She added like she was recalling the things off the top of her head. "You’ve always been good with improvised speeches so I don’t know why you waste time giving stiffly delivered soundbites on cable shows nobody watches anymore."

Johnny couldn't help his growing smile. She was clearly angry. There was the matter that his early run at catching eyes before the campaign cycle began was disastrous enough to warrant that anger. But Johnny didn't care when it was about to give him what he really wanted when he kept saying yes to morning shows.

You need to fire your campaign manager and hire somebody else immediately.” She finished just in time for their food to arrive.

Johnny didn’t say anything for long enough that she frowned, giving him an impatient look.

“Why are you smiling?” She asked.

“You made a list.” He bit his inner cheek this time.

She looked at him incredulously, “I’m telling you that you’ll lose and that’s what you say?”

Johnny nodded, “I’m not going to lose.” There was utter confidence in his tone. Before she could ask, Johnny spoke up again, “Not when you prepared a pitch to be his replacement.” He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. The twitch of his lips was impossible to hide, something warm and familiar blooming in his chest.

Her forehead creased more than before, confusion mixing with flushed embarrassment.

“No.” She scoffed. "That's not what this is."

"Is it not?" His voice raised, looking relaxed.

"No. I just can't watch you in those awkward interviews where they ask you if you'll get a dog first or a wife." Her forehead creased with so much disgust that Johnny couldn't help but laugh.

"This isn't a fucking joke." She snapped before composing herself.

"I think the dog needs to come first." He kept it up.

"Or you could just get a little lap bitch and call her your wife." She mumbled.

The statement leeched the light hearted mood Johnny had tried to play up. His eyes lost it's glimmering smile, lips curling down, looking on the edge of anger. She sat back, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to feign ignorance.

"Of course I can't be your campaign manager. The optics would ruin you if people caught on." She looked away from him, suddenly detached. Yet she changed the topic swiftly.

"Caught on to what?" He questioned, almost amused at how she was avoiding the elephant in the room.

"Johnny." She sighed, sounding ready to reason.

"How's it going with being a press correspondence? I couldn't believe my ears when I heard that you work for the news.

She couldn't help her ensuing smile, acknowledging the irony of it. "It's nice actually. Something therapeutic about condemning politics without being at the center of it."

"Don't you miss it?"

"No." She spoke to soon.

Johnny smiled with a shake of his head. "Liar."

From late nights of exhausting crying to quick texts in the middle of the workday mocking their respective senators. Johnny had been the wall that had made it bearable to be backed into the corner by her career all those years ago.

"My job was thankless and tiring, and my boss was an absolute tyrant." She reminded him of it like he wasn't the person who knew that better than everyone.

"Do you miss it?" He asked again, unwavering in his belief.

She ground her teeth together, a habit Johnny hated above all else.

"Yes," She answered after giving in to the truth.

"Come back." His voice turned taut and he had to clear his throat to avoid the infiltration of sentiment.

"It's a terrible idea, Johnny." She sighed, a lot more regrettable this time. "You deserve to win and signing me on will just give the press the narrative they were looking for." She looked down at her plate to avoid his unfettered attention.

"Fuck them." He dismissed.

She looked up prepared to give more excuses.

"You said it yourself, didn't you? My image is too clean to hit the national cycle." He pursed his lips, eyes suddenly gleaming with some thought. "If they'll talk, we'll use it. Let's make headlines together, baby."

(Y/N) felt like someone punched her lungs from inside her stomach. While she tried her best to remain looking unaffected, she distantly wondered if it was worth the trouble when the man in front of her knew her too well— much to her horror.

"It won't be enough if that's what you're hoping for. It will be like petty gossip for the reporters in D.C. who knows us. They will try to involve the country in that gossip for a few news cycles. We will be mocked, then the country will get bored. All before the election." She urged him to understand her explanation.

"That's exactly what I figured. That's why I've started off a little early. We give them enough time and once they move on, the real campaigning can begin.

(Y/N) was speechless. A rare condition for anybody in her line of expertise.

Timidly, she found the words she needed to explain, "Look. It's not worth it. I have my strengths, but you can find a handful of people who can do a better job," She sighed, looking over to the window. The sun fell on her face, showing the unmistakable signs of woes.

"People without the looming threat of the baggage we have. I know someone who could really shake your campaign up. He was Senator Do–" She rummaged through her bag to look for something.

"Listen to me." Johnny cut her off. She looked up at him, visibly nervous now. "Your speeches got a man elected president."

"It wasn't just my speeches." She scoffed, still digging through her purse.

"Look at me." He demanded. To that tone, her body would listen without protest. "Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't know that you single-handedly got that man elected." He dared her.

She had no answer. Partially because he looked like he believed himself. And partially because she could clearly remember the last time they looked into each other's eyes this way.

"That's what you are, the kind of skill you possess. And you want to waste it writing puff pieces on bipartisanship and making podcasts?" He sounded, at the same time, confused and offended. "You are a force to be reckoned with and every single person who will cover my campaign will be compelled to see that."

Johnny felt a little winded after letting out his carefully worded statement. He had been waiting for this for months.

"I have the voice for podcasts I think." She tried to joke despite the deep red now coloring her cheeks.

"Take the job, (Y/N). You always told me that you wanted to make decisions."

"I don't want to decide on what tie is the best for an Illinois morning show." She matched the impatient frown on his face, "I've campaigned once, it's all promises before the election hands you bureaucracy."

"When I win," Johnny began.

"If you win," She interrupted.

"When I win," he repeated with a heavy exhale. "You can run my office."

She sat up and leaned closer, speechless and not knowing if it was in her to refuse that offer. In his eyes, she could see clearly that he knew that too. Bastard.

"Chief of staff?" She asked, not wanting to be sure till she heard him say the words.

"Is that enough to get you out of retirement?" He leaned closer. For a moment he was close enough to feel his breath.

Her eyes struggled to stay on his brows but it didn't matter when he dropped his gaze to her lips. Something sharp crawled down her spine and she sat back with a jolt.

"What's in it for you?" She asked while adjusting her pants, trying to hide her hot cheeks.

"You."

Her cheeks only turned hotter, fingers freezing on her thigh.

"I want to get elected and I know only you can do it." He added before the word lingered for too long.

"I know nothing about this state." She reminded him.

"You know how to play people's strengths. That's what I care about." He shrugged, still so certain that it was excruciating.

She hummed, not sure how to respond.

Johnny finally sat back, running his fingers over the lapel of his jacket. "And I want you back." He spoke like he was asking for something routine. Like a pair of keys before leaving the house.

"Excuse me?" She choked on her words, heart pounding loud enough to deafen her to all sounds but his voice.

"I want you back, (Y/N)." He repeated himself, unfazed by the weight of his confession.

She reached for her coffee, the room temperature drink unpleasant. With her throat coated, she felt okay to speak. "What are you talking about? Why?"

"What do you mean why?" He squinted at her, "Because I still love you." Johnny looked like she should have known that already, like it was apparent.

Her hand frooze with her cup against her lip, her fingers gripping the rim. The words had, it seemed, robbed (Y/N) of normal functions. She choked on her coffee, sitting back while hacking up a fit. After a second of indulging in laughter, Johnny got up to rub her back.

"That's not funny." She spoke after drinking down her entire glass of water, voice hoarse.

"There has never been a time when I said those words to you and didn't mean them. I don't plan on starting now." He nudged her in, sitting down beside her.

She watched him sit down, "Now that you've said that, what makes you think I'll say yes?" Her voice was heavy with caution.

Johnny smiled, "Because I know you, (Y/N). Like the back of my hand. The only thing you crave more than a challenge is to win." His brow raised, as if daring her to deny it.

His hand moved and she thought he would reach for her. Instead he stretched across the table to grab his own coffee. Distracted by his presence now, she couldn't process his bid.

"I'll think about it." She offered after trying for another stretch. Johnny rolled his eyes and sat back, making her frown.

“Just tell me now. Whether you want to take it or not, you already know what you'll do.” He sat back, clearly trying to hide how her dismissal provoked him.

He was right. But she wanted time because she currently wanted to say yes. And that to her felt like a hasty decision.

She missed her old life more than she expected. She missed the urgency of every task, how people spoke about her, to her. While it was minimal, (Y/N) knew a time when she had power in the Capital.

But perhaps most importantly, she missed him. Sitting here in front of him in his favourite diner, the one he'd bought her too plenty of times. She missed the way he was the only person who would look directly at her while she spoke. She still couldn't tell if he was just not one of the people unnerved by her, or if he knew how to hide it.

She missed him so much that she could not be certain that it wasn't clouding her current judgment.

"Just let me think about it for a moment." She tried again. When it looked like he would insist she snapped, "Away from you." She specified.

Johnny's face fell. Clear as day, disappointment coated his pupils just as he averted his gaze. He looked like a puppy.

(Y/N) tried to swallow the guilt that stuck in her throat, shuffling in her seat and crossing her arms. "Why do you want to work with me anyway? It's historically been a terrible idea."

Johnny's lips twitched, fingers flexing to reach for his glass. "We make a good team despite our differences, (Y/N). I respect your ability to cut through bullshit and I know you have a soft spot for my convictions." His face softened, finally halting his wandering eyes to meet her gaze.

Johnny reached over the table, placing his hand just short of over hers. Despite not looking, her focus remained stuck in the gap between their fingers. "Look." He sighed, "This is a re-election, and I know you don't think it's challenging because I will win. But this isn't about this election. It's about getting my corner ready."

Her gaze narrowed, confused by his cryptic words. "What are we doing in the corner?" 

Johnny's lips twitched again, a devious glint lighting his eyes, "Anything before the others show up." He licked his lips.

She rolled her eyes at the implication, hoping it would conceal the way she felt breathless and flustered at the words.

"What are you planning?" She questioned.

"A dream team. Much like the one you were in all those years ago. I need all the help I can get if I want to run one day."

She sat up, suddenly very serious. "Run for?" She asked carefully.

"You know." He played it off, yet keeping his gaze fixed on hers.

(Y/N) sighed, sitting back with defeat. "Fine, I'll do it." She picked up her coffee looking rather angry at herself. But they both knew that Johnny had just given her a challenge she could not refuse. Johnny smiled.

[angel-inked]

When they listen to music

Where words fail, music speaks 🎶

*This took longer to write than I expected 😅, but enjoy*

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @inkwolvesandcoffee @potter-solomons @liliac-dreamer

3AM.

There's something therapeutic about the wee hours of the morning. It's like listening to music in a dark room at midnight. Feeling like you're the only person awake in the world, like everything is at a standstill. Tommy has been roaming the streets of Pittsburgh since 3AM, with his army green massager bag slung over his shoulder. The insomnia didn't help.

He figured the cause of it to probably be paranoia, whether it came from his time in Iraq or from Paddy's alcohol fueled mood swings was hard to say. That's how he got that split his eyebrow. Shortly after he turned sixteen, he was minding his own business when Paddy whipped around and punched him. He remembers waking up in a hospital bed to the sound of his mother's crying. That was the first and last time one of Paddy's beatings sent somebody to the emergency room. Tommy fled with his mom soon thereafter.

His dad's wedding ring was what cut into him, he figured, stitchs cause the bleeding wouldn't stop. He scratched at the scar, hell, just thinking about it, made it itch. Pressing the volume rocker on his phone to turn the music in his headphones up a notch, a vague attempt to take his mind off of his father. He had a vice of keeping his headphones in, even if he was being spoken to. Heh, mom always told him off for that...

It relaxed him.. to a degree. Sitting on a bench, staring out at the water of the Allegheny River, no one around, music in his ears. The sun was just barely on the horizon. People would be flooding the streets soon, and thus, his serenity would be ruined, but for now, he was peaceful.

Let's dance!!!

"So, what culinary delights will tickle the pickle tonight?" Eddie Brock asked into what looked like an empty apartment, and got no answer, except a dark snicker in the back of his head, in a voice that wasn't his own. "Not like that, you perverted para-" Venom forced Eddie's mouth shut, producing inky black tendrils from Eddie's back to help rifle through the kitchen cupboards.

Eddie sighed, realizing he'd have to go grocery shopping soon. "What is this?" The symbiote asked, holding a box in front of their host. "Mac and cheese," Eddie answered, "that'll do." He added, reaching over to turn on the radio before he began searching for a pot to boil water in. Not the end of the world by Katy Perry came on, and Eddie started to sing along to it.

"It's not the end of the world, no, not the end of the world. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope"

Venom materialized their head, floating just behind Eddie, turning on the stove top with helpful tentacles.

"A fortune teller told me the power's in your mind. You might see a cliff, but I see a way to fly. Flipping off the flop, now I just enjoy the ride, just enjoy the world. Yeah, I just enjoy the ride"

Eddie continued his singing as he hauled himself up on the edge of the counter to wait for the water, swinging his legs back and forth to amuse himself. Venom bobbed their head to the beat and swayed their tentacles to the rhythm.

"You can make a wish even on a satellite, on a plastic lash or anything you like! You can tame a dragon if you're not afraid to fight, not afraid to fight, no, not afraid"

Eddie smiled, hopping off the counter and into a full body spin as he joined Venom's spur of the moment dance.

"It's no funeral we're attending, actually, just the beginning. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope!"

As the song faded out, Eddie and Venom shared a laugh. Suddenly, the pair of unlikely partners heard a hissing sound, "Oh shit!" Eddie exclaimed, rushing over to the stove as the water boiled over. Immediately regretting his decision to grab the pot lid without a potholder. "Ow!" He yelped, thankful Vemon was in a good mood today as the burning sensation dissipated quickly. Vemon adjusted the lid before looking down at Eddie's crumpled position on the floor, leaning back against the floor level cupboards, "idiot." Vemon's voice rumbled.

Eddie scoffed, "Yeah, you could say that again!".

Opera debacle

"Yeah, but opera's not fuckin' singin' is it!" Alfie exclaimed. Your husband has been rattling on for.. You're not actually sure, a couple hours at least, and Tommy Shelby looks about done with him. Then again, when is he not?

"It's not singing. It is the sound that people make before words." Alfie sounds like he's arguing with someone, but he's the only one speaking. Lizzie Shelby looked at you from her chair, confusion etched into her features. You were surprised when Tommy showed up with his wife on his arm, him claiming that she wished to meet you in person, not that you had any qualms about her. It just wasn't often Tommy was accompanied by anyone other than his brothers.

Lizzie hadn't met Alfie until now, probably for good reason, if you asked Tommy. Judging by that look she was giving you over her cuppa, this was not what she expected. You leaned toward her, "Let him go," you whispered, "he'll run out of puff or get to whatever Tommy came for sooner or later." You smiled quietly. Tommy, on the other hand, quietly smoked his cigarette on the couch as he waited for Alfie to get to the actual point of the meeting.

"I always knew opera was just a bunch of fat people fucking shouting!" Alfie exclaimed, pulling the needle off the record and effectively silencing the gramophone. He moved to one side of the room, glaring at the floor. Finally, he went back to his seat.

Groaning as he sat down, resting his chin on a closed fist for a moment, "Bah!" He griped, waving off nobody. "Are you done, dear?" You asked, beginning to think maybe you should have let your spouse wake up naturally instead of waking him up yourself, considering how grumpy he's been since then. Alfie stared at you, scrunching up his face with a soft grumble.

"Am I done? Done with fuckin' what?" He questioned, throwing his hands up in confusion.

Songbird.

Garden trowel in hand, you covered the last of the seeds you had in hand with earth. You crossed your ankles for support as you straightened and popped your back, sighing with satisfaction at the feeling as tiredness set in. You and your fiancé had been planting all day, "you alright love?" Farrier asked, kissing the top of your head before kneeling next to you.

"Just tired," you smiled, "lot of work this, but it's worth it.". "Aye," Farrier agreed, finishing off his cigarette. A smirk appeared on his face, "I know how to make this more fun." He explained. "How?" You asked, slightly concerned about what he had in mind. "singing," he suggested. "Sing what?" You giggled. "Dunno." He smiled back at you.

Farrier stood, making his way over to the water tap, connecting the hose. You heard him start singing lowly to himself, something in french that you couldn't understand. "Is that a war song?" You questioned with a smile on your face. "In a way, more for ceremonies and the like." He explained. Farrier continued his song, like a songbird sat on the windowsill early in the morning, soaking in the golden rays of the sun and singing its juaty toon given way to dawn. You were more than content to lose yourself in the sound of the voice of your loved one.

Rock n' Roll

Forrest had always been the odd man out when it came to music taste. Howard and Jack just about always had bluegrass or country on the radio, Howard even listened to swing when the urge struck him. Sure, Forrest is not really a jazz man, and he liked bluegrass and country well enough. It's what he was raised on after all, but rock ballads are more his speed and occasionally some classical.

Slow and rhythmic, in a word, relaxing. Forrest didn't often give the old record player in his office the time of day, but when he did, like right now, it's probably best off you leave him alone. As this usually meant it had been a hard day, and he had no interest in being bothered, as Howard and Jack found out the hard way, as usual.

That was probably why Howard was currently standing in front of you in the small, dimly lit hallway. Giving you a very puzzled look with his somewhat brushy eyebrows looking like they were desperate to touch each other. "Where are you goin'?" He asked, eyeing the pair of iced glasses, bottle of bourbon, and the book you were holding. "Forrest' office." You replied simply, trying to sidestep past the eldest brother. Howard stepped in front of you, his tall 6'1" figure looming over you.

He glanced over his shoulder at the door his previously mentioned younger brother was behind, "I'm not so sure that's the best place to be headed right now." He explained, scratching the back of his neck. "He's expecting me, now move out of the way!" You grumbled, slightly annoyed with him. You were tired and It's been a long day for everyone, but luckily for Howard, you have a bit more patience than Forrest does.

Howard finally allowed you to pass and disappeared into the barroom. You pushed open the door, Forrest looked up at you as you shut the door behind you. You sat one of the icey glasses down in front of him, pouring the bourbon you knew to be a favorite of his. "Thank you." Forrest mumbled, turning back to his ledger. "You're welcome." You smiled, filling your own glass before sitting down across from Forrest and opening your book.

The slow rock and roll pumping out of the record player was the only source of sound in the room as Forrest continued his work, and you enjoyed your book and drink. The both of you quietly enjoying each other's company after a hard day's work, with some lovely music in the background that you both enjoy.

[drowninginblox]

Divine Rights

This is part one of an MCYT fanfic that I came up with at 3am. There's gonna be a lot of different people gracing these pages from many different points in the community's history so fair warning (look to the tags y'all). I hope you enjoy it!

“Once upon a time," The children's mumbles hush as the traveler spoke. "there was a king. He was dark, darker than anything else you’ve ever seen. Even the void pails, compared to the vibrant evil that burns in his heart. You all know of him by name, I don’t need to remind you. But did anyone ever tell you that he had children?” The man asked the pod of children. He arrived in town earlier that day, playing the lute, the flute, and a thing he called "the keys", playing melodies that mesmerized the town enough to let him stay for the day. They were gracious. In the last town, Oli was in, an old man threw his cane at him while he was halfway through a bit. He still had the lump on his head to prove it.

A long pause rushes over the children as the bard bit back a smile. not even a yard away and he could see the whimsy in each child's eyes. He loved his job, truly even though he didn't have a warm meal every night. “The first was cocky, callous even at times, but he was born with the gift of optimism." with a sleight of hand, he reached into one of his bags to retrieve a prop that suited this tall tale. "Even on the darkest of days, this young man could see a bright, ember lighting the way. His name was Skyloft. Given for his birthplace. But," He whisks a shiny chain, adorned with an amethyst amulet as big as his palm. "We just call him Sky.” He mumbles words even he doesn't know and motions vicariously to the necklace, flicking a switch in his movement, making the thing glow at the mention of this prolific man. The children "awe" and "ooo" at the act. From the greater crowd of onlooking parents, he could see an eye roll and a few amused smiles. But that's okay, he knew who his audience was.

“The second, his name is lost to time." He starts, carefully placing the prop back into his bag all the while feeling for the next. "But we do know the gift that he was born with! He was born with loyalty!" With that, he pulls a ring. Worn and wooden, with a small sapphire embedded into it with cuts littered around it. "Devout to anyone, and everyone who he felt was worth fighting for to the bitter end! Whether it be his life or those he trusted.. well, that's up to fate.” He smirks as the children grow uncertain about the brother, but Oli has no time to dwell on that. He put the ring on his ring finger and continued in his tale.

“The third was named Eric. He was born with joy. He could smile so brightly that it could blind someone.“ An idea sparked in the bard's head. "That's what happened to my pappy, Oli senior. He'd always tell me," He coughed slightly to give way to what could be an older voice. But it was still Oli. " 'Oh my boy, everyone may say that I looked at the sun for too long, but I knew what I saw- I saw the smile of a god like no other. He could've snuffed out the sun with his smile if he wanted to. It's because of him that our crops grow as so, as bountiful every year!'" some of the children leaned into his story while others chuckled about where this bit was going. Oli in turn grabbed his lute and began to strum. "And to this, I told him, 'Oh papa, you need to take your medicine, because it isn't some random man's smile that makes our crops grow, why- rather its the rains!" With that, the bard begins a melody about prolific rain that hails from a place called Africa. Whatever that may be. By part of the way through the song, he had the whole crowd, even the onlookers singing along with varying looks of amusement. All the while, in the pit of his soul, Oli was fulfilled for yet another lifetime.

The children started to scatter when the sun began to set. To this, Oli bid farewell to all of them, meanwhile motioning for the parents for a generous donation for babysitting. Some obliged, others didn't, but by the end of the day he was happy to find that he could get a warm meal, and maybe even a room for the night. He smiled at the possibilities of what could fill his stomach. Anything over that cheap ramen stash he's cultivated. Maybe a steak? Perhaps a pork chop? "Hey, bard guy!" Oli turned away from his earnings but made sure to fold the hat it was in so tight that not a coin could slip out. When he turned, he saw a man unlike any other he'd encountered. Granted, he seemed unremarkable. One of the common villagers he'd seen in every common town. But there was an air about this guy that Oli couldn't place. Almost like he deserved attention even though the streets were now empty. A bittersweet taste graced Oli's tongue, making him stand a little straighter for the stranger. "What can I do ya for, stranger?" The man rolls his shoulders slightly, giving Oli a chance to eye him up. He was wearing armor. Not leather, but he couldn't get past that since the sun was down and the street lamps weren't lit. Under his armor was black, even his boots. The sheath for his blade was hidden slightly by the stranger's stance, but the amethyst that made up the pommel gave it away. It was glowing on its own.

"Can you tell me where you got that necklace from? The one you were showing off in your story." The stranger clarified while resting his hand on the grip of his blade. Oli sighed as he weighed his options, what little he had anyway. "There was a woman who was selling wares on the side of the road somewhere. She said it was... well, the last trace she had of her husband." The man visibly tensed. He started to open his mouth but Oli continued. "She said he died and she wanted to get rid of everything he held dear, 'let me part with it for a pretty penny, but she was happy and so was I." The man remained in his silence. Oli indulged him for another moment before turning back to his setup. It wasn't until he got everything put down and packed away into a bag of holding that the stranger spoke once more.

"How much for it?" The bard turned back. The streetlights were lit now. The tears streaming down the knight's face reflected the light beautifully, they looked almost golden. If only he could see his eyes.

Oli would be lying if he didn't feel bad for the guy. But considering the shine of his armor and the most likely magical blade he was wielding, the chance of saying the wrong thing could cost him his life. Emotions are fickle things after all. That's why people like Oli exist, to bring out the best if not for a while. "A hundred." He replies, leaning into the tree he was situated by for most of the day. "And that's at a bargain, the woman sold it for twice that." With that, the stranger held out his hand. For a moment, lilac mist of various shades and luminosity fountained from his palm. Until they solidified into a bag, holding something weighty in the man's hands. "Done. Get it out and it's all yours." Oli's eyes go wide. He fumbles a hand into the bag of holding and urges for the amulet. When it does he shows it to the man, slightly awe-stuck at the current circumstance. "Tose it." Oli does so. The man catches his prize and toses the coin at Oli's feet, leaving him to pick up the pieces.

[arcane-artisan]

Higher Definition

Pinching the highly energized arcane crystal between her index finger and her thumb, Kiersa’s always-gentle touch rested the tiny battery into place. Standing to her feet, a deliberate (and accurate) kick slammed the panel shut. Immediately the arcane hologram flickered on. Various creatures appeared and disappeared until the hologram settled on an Observer, the back end of it directly in front of Kiersa’s face. Ew.

She quickly turned away from horrid sight, pushing her goggles off of her face and around her neck. Ruffling any remaining hair to free it from the strap, her eyes settled onto the Ethereal behind her. A’zhaan was preoccupied with his own artificing issue. In front of another emitter, he waved a panel of colorful metal embedded with crystals. He then observed to see it anything happened. Nothing did. A petty backhand toss threw the device to the side; if it had enough momentum it would have hit Kiersa instead of landing a meter in front of her. Staring at the object resting at her feet, she noticed it was a remote of sorts. She picked it up .   A’zhaan continued his rambling and his frustration moved onto the arcane emitter itself. “How in the gaping nether did Yxexil sync them?” He placed his hands on the side of the device. Had he the strength, he would have thrown it too.

“My assumption,” Kiersa said in as equally calm of a tone, “Is that, despite the similar energy of the crystals, the issue could be time. How old is this remote versus the emitter?” She showcased the remote to A’zhaan.

A’zhaan paused. “Several millennia, perhaps three, if we’re measuring purely on the consistency of Azerothian time. I put that at the bottom of the list of potential issues.” 

“I wouldn’t. Yxexil might pride himself in the complexity of his work, but the lack of adaptability makes it borderline worthless. Time is still a factor.” Kiersa shook her head in mocking sorrow. “What a tragedy.”

“Even if we were to get the convenience of a remote working...” A’zhaan glided towards Kiersa’s emitter, not even bothering to take actual steps. He leaned in towards the image and gestured at it with a knifehand. “The detail of his holograms are noticeably of higher quality than ours, too. Look how on this one, you can barely see the pores on the skin of this creature. The eyelash details. Blurs. Even more! On the back side, it’s plain. Observe down to the edges on the sphinc--”

Nope. None of that. Kiersa focused her hearing towards the birds in the trees. Out of politeness, she did not outright cover her ears. Only until A’zhaan stopped speaking and motioning at the rear of the creature did she allow her mind to process words again.

“We will work on it! It’s a simple fix!” She exclaimed. The perfect chance to change the conversation topic back to artificing. “Finding crystals that can sync is easy! But for the image: a crystal with as much flawlessness needed to project that high of quality-- good luck finding that on Azeroth.” A’zhaan stood up straight into a more dignified posture. “You should give your world more credit. There are reasons why it’s becoming among my favorites-- many of those reasons we can find in Northrend.”

[anxqel]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨.

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- pairing; muzan k. x reader

- summary; a oneshot/whatever the fuck this is(a 3am brainrot) about how muzan would turn his precious darling human into a demon.

- notes; if grammarly tries to correct 'muzan' to 'susan' onE MORE TIME I WILL GO APE SHI- anyways i'm a hoe for fluffy muzan, can you tell?

- warnings; fem reader, mentions of eating(eating other people), very soft(very ooc) muzan, a bit suggestive.

How you'd gotten here, you truly didn't know. You'd met the raven-haired man one warm autumn night, the moon shone brightly in the sky and the stars twinkled, much like how his eyes sparkled in amusement at yourself, you never feared him, even after you'd found out his true identity, honestly, you didn't believe him at first and laughed it off, but after seeing his inhuman eyes and sharp claws you'd accepted your fate, trapped within the maws of a blood-hungry beast, yet you didn't struggle, instead embraced it, his cold skin pressed against yours was intoxicating and you'd vowed to always be his, and his alone.

His hands traveled up your thigh, and though your breaths were shallow and quick, skin prickling at his dangerous touch, your mind was elsewhere, stuck on a thought that had crept up on you and refused to leave your mind.

This didn't go unnoticed by your partner, hands coming to a halt, digging into your flesh in a deliciously painful way. You whined, turning your head to look at him, his lips were turned down slightly, nearly pouting, along with his eyebrows stitching together. "What is it, darling." He hummed, now massaging the reddening crescent shapes his nails left on your skin.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, eyes glancing anywhere but his face, your cheeks were already flushed from the previous activities but you felt them heating up even more. You didn't know how to bring this up with him, any time you had his undivided attention was spent in the bedroom or quietly enjoying his presence before he'd have to leave again for god knows how long.

With your lack of response, Muzan's hand slipped from your yukata, the hand gently grasping at your chin, tilting your head to look at him. The warmth that you felt from his fingertips, you knew was not his but from your skin that he had found himself caressing, but it was still comforting nonetheless. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his eyes, glowing faintly as the pale moonlight cast shadows on his face. Your lips curved upwards softly, you could almost see the concern that lay deep in those pools of blood red, concern you knew he'd deny.

Sucking in a breath, you gathered your thoughts.

"I... want you to turn me into a demon," Your eyes failed to meet his once again, falling to his chest, where his tie was loose and a few of the buttons on his shirt were undone, a tease to what the night could have had in store for you.

Not even a moment passed before he answered. "No." Short, simple, and less than sweet, you found yourself ready to protest, and explain why you wanted to, but your lips were sealed as Muzan continued, leaning towards your neck and placing a few chaste kisses on your artery, relishing in the quickened thrumming of your heartbeat.

"If I were to turn you, my beautiful girl," -A kiss for each word, traveling up your neck and along your jaw- "It would be in a nice and more tasteful location, when the moon is full and high, with plenty of food so you can eat your fill, and I'd be there by your side for as long as you needed."

You were now trapped, caged between your lover's arms and the bedding underneath you, lips parted gently as you processed his words. "Do not mistake my hesitance, darling, I simply only want the best for my queen, the lady that will be by my side for the rest of my life."

There was a dark tone to his voice, but your mind didn't seem to care, your heart gushed, a smile tugging at your lips, Muzan was taken aback, though you'd smiled at him many times, this one, in particular, felt... different. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a long, honey-sweet kiss.

"Okay," You said softly, surely your pupils had become the shape of love hearts by now, you were drowning, drowning in your never-ending love for him, and he was just as enamored with you as you were him.

If you'd have to wait just a little longer to ensure the rest of your life could be spent by his side, then so be it.

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30/9/22.

- anxgel

masterlist.

[adoringhaikyuu]

you have a nightmare that they cheated on you

characters: akaashi + iwaizumi + oikawa + (gn!reader)

request: hi! can I request a headcanon where akaashi, iwaizumi, and oikawa wake up to you having a nightmare that they cheated on you? something fluffy please 🙏🏼🥺 • by @vitamingummies

warnings: mentions of cheating ig but it doesn’t actually happen obvi– + a lil bit of angst

notes: hope u enjoy <3 i tried to make them all a bit different! (i don’t think i’ll do anymore of these tho cause i feel like i’ve run out of possibilities for it to go)

akaashi:

akaashi stirred awake slightly when he felt you moving around on your side of the bed

he was half asleep, drifting in and out

and he felt the bed dip as you got up, which he assumed meant that you were going to the bathroom

but once he realized it’d been a while since you left, he checked the time, 3am 

he got up to go look for you, wiping his eyes sleepily

he went to the bathroom and frowned when the lights were off and you were nowhere to be found

he slugged off to the kitchen, then the living room and was shocked to see you sitting there in the dark, wrapped up in a blanket

“baby?” his voice was deep and groggy as he padded over to you, yawning before continuing. “what are you doing out here?” 

you noticed him, but didn’t look up, trying to hide your face from him, which, even in his drowsy state, he knew was a bad sign. 

he bent down in front of you and felt the fatigue jump out of his body when he realized you had tears falling down your cheeks. “what’s wrong? what happened?” he brought his hands to your cheeks and tried to wipe the tears, but more kept falling seemingly at a faster rate once he touched you. 

he tried to catch your eye, but you wouldn’t let him. “come on baby, please talk to me? i’m not going anywhere until i figure out what’s wrong.” 

he sat down next to you and pulled you into his lap, making sure the blanket was secure before holding you tight and running his hand up and down your side soothingly. 

when your cries had reduced to sniffles and you calmed down a bit, you spoke up, playing with the collar of akaashi’s shirt to distract yourself. “i just...it’s stupid––”

he interrupted immediately, “of course it’s not stupid, if it made you this upset then we should talk about it. i wanna make sure you’re alright, okay?”

you nodded and swallowed, psyching yourself up to reveal everything to him. “well i––i had a dream, no, a nightmare really,” you laughed humorlessly. “where you um...you left me? well that was after you cheated on me but...” you felt him take a deep breath, “it just felt so real, you know? it hurt like a lot and then i woke up because it was so painful and i guess...the emotions carried through even after i left the dream.” you sighed, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to worry you, i just...i don’t know, i needed to clear my head, i guess.” 

a few seconds passed before you felt a gentle hand under your chin, raising your head. you finally looked into akaashi’s eyes and he spoke up. “baby, i’m sorry that you experienced that, even if it was just a dream. just hearing about it hurts me too.” he swiped his thumb over your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch. “but know that i would never ever do that to you, i could never hurt you like that and i won’t, okay?” he waited for you to nod in agreement before nodding as well and pulling you into a hug. “i’m here to love and protect you, remember that.” he kissed your cheek but didn’t let you out of the hug. 

“are you better now?” again, he waited for you to nod. “let’s go back to bed, yeah?” he hugged you tight. “i’m not letting you go tonight.” 

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi grunted, confused when he felt you moving around more than usual behind him, 

no longer wrapped around him with one leg over his waist like how you had fallen asleep

when he heard you mumble a few things under your breath, he thought maybe you were just dreaming 

but when he heard a whimper of his name, followed by “please no––”

he turned around immediately, and turned on his bedside lamp, concerned and alert

he noticed that your face looked like it was in pain, like you were hurt

he put a hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb

“wake up sweetheart.”

you shook your head from side to side, seemingly wrestling with what you were seeing in your nightmare

he kissed your forehead, “come on, come back to me. open your eyes for me baby.”

he shook your side a few times and you finally opened your eyes, but he frowned when he noticed the pain still hadn’t left your face

his eyes widened when you suddenly threw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you blinked the tears away. he wrapped his arms around you immediately, “hey it’s okay, i’m here. you’re safe.” 

he rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly and whispered reassuring things in your ear, kissing your temple every now and then. 

after a few minutes of holding you, he spoke up. “do you wanna tell me what happened in your nightmare? i’m right here, nothing bad’s gonna happen i promise.” 

your hand came up to hold the side of his jaw and neck and you sat up slightly, but he made sure to keep you secure and not let you run off, not that you were going to. “um...well i was coming over to your house cause we had a date night planned...” you trailed off slightly and felt his hand rub your thigh reassuringly. you sighed, “the door was unlocked so i came in, and i noticed another girl’s shoes in by the door?” you felt him stiffen under you but you went on. “so i went to find you, to ask you about it...but when i got to your room, you were...on top of her, and you can...fill in the blanks i’m guessing...” 

he opened his mouth to say something but you spoke before he could. “and you don’t have to apologize or anything, i know it wasn’t you and you wouldn’t do that...it just felt real and that really hurt me. but i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” you tried to smile but it felt like a grimace more than anything and iwaizumi sighed. you mistook it for annoyance and your eyes widen, “oh i’m sorry, you’re probably tired, i’ll just––”

you tried to get off his lap but he stopped you, confused. “no, darling i don’t care what time it is, this is important. i only sighed because i don’t like how you’re pretending to be okay when you’re not.” he put a hand under your chin, “it’s okay if you’re not okay. but i’m here for you, to help you feel better, yeah?” he kissed your nose lightly. “you have nothing to apologize for, and i know you said i don’t either, but i’m sorry that i hurt you, even if it was in a dream.”

you smiled for real this time and kissed his cheek, making him blush lightly. “you’re too sweet to me, you know that?”

his brows furrowed, “not possible.” he gave you a quick peck on the lips and lied you back down on the bed with a small smile before turning off the light. he slid back in with you and put his arm around your waist to pull you close. “you ready to sleep?” 

you nodded, “do you mind cuddling me until i fall asleep?”

“of course not, but you’re funny if you think i’m letting you go at all, even in my sleep.” 

oikawa:

oikawa was sleeping peacefully, rolling over to wrap his arm around you and pull you close and his brows furrowed when you swung his arm back to his side, but he stayed asleep

he kept sleeping even after you repeated this three more times 

but when you did it one more time, this time with more force, he whined and blinked his eyes open slowly

“y/n-chaaan, let me hold you~”

you simply huffed and kept staring in front of you, into the darkness of your room, your arms and legs crossed as you sat up against the headboard

you don’t even know how long you’d been awake, it was 4am, but you couldn’t be bothered to care

as soon as you saw oikawa with his tongue down another girl’s throat, while she sat in his lap, you were so mad you couldn’t think

...this was in a dream of course, and you know that––

but it still pissed you off

“wha––” oikawa leaned up on one arm to get a better look at you and make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “what are you doing up?” he turned his head to look at the clock on the nightstand, “wh––four a.m??” he turned back to you dramatically, and while normally you would’ve found it amusing, today was a different day. 

you felt oikawa drag himself to a sitting position as he stared at you frantically and utterly confused. “what is going on here??” when you didn’t respond, his shoulders drooped down and he placed a hand on your thigh which you quickly slapped off. he squawked, “baby??–”

“you don’t get to call me that.” 

his head bobbed back, offended. “what do you mean?! what happened in the hours that i was asleep?” 

again, you stayed silent and of course, he kept talking. “y/n-chan you can’t just not tell me what’s wrong, this is outrageous!” 

you sat there, brewing in your annoyance for a few moments before cutting off his rant, voice completely monotone. “you cheated on me.” 

there was a brief silence, a moment of processing before he exploded. “i’m sorry, what?! i most certainly did not! what are you talking about ?! i am loyal!”

you shrugged, only fueling the fire and his eyes widened. “what do you mean?” he imitated your shrug mockingly, “where did you get this insane theory from?!” 

he was talking far too loud for 4am, and you did not want a visit from the neighbors. “tooru––”

“tooru?! who is that?! i’m baby! love! your loyal boyfriend! soon to be husband when we’re ready!––”

you finally turned to him, “you’re being too loud! it’s four am––”

he glared but lowered his voice, maybe a fraction. “y/n-chan you are not gliding over your preposterous accusation like this––why on earth do you think i cheated?!”

you blinked, unfazed. “i saw it.” 

“that’s impossible because it never happened!”

“yes it did! i saw your tongue go down her fucking throat and your hands were all over her and she was in your lap, tooru. that’s why i woke up because i saw it and i got mad. how dare you do that––” 

“i’m telling you that never happened! i don’t know who you saw but it wasn’t––wait.” he blinked a few times and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. “did you say you saw it and you woke up? are you talking about a dream??” 

you clenched your jaw, “more like nightmare but that’s irrelevant, the point is you cheated–”

“y/n-chaaan––” he threw himself on you and wrapped his arms around you, ignoring your protests. he placed his head on your lap and looked up at you, with a pout. “you scared me! i thought you were really mad at––”

“i am mad at you.” 

“what?! but it wasn’t even real!”

“dream tooru and real tooru are basically the same.” 

“when are you going to stop calling me that?” he frowned, giving you puppy dog eyes and you groaned, slapping a hand over his face (gently), but he still yelped anyways.

“don’t look at me like that.”

he took your hand off and kissed your palm softly. “why, is it working?” 

you sighed and looked away. “...i know it wasn’t real but it still hurt seeing you like that, you know? that’s why i was so annoyed––it wasn’t even real but it still affected me so much.” 

he sat up against the headboard and pulled you into his lap, pleased to see you weren’t complaining. you placed your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes down, focused on his chest. he squeezed your waist and ducked his head down to peck your lips, smiling victoriously when it made you smile. 

“i would never be as dumb as dream me and throw our precious relationship away, i love you way too much and value having you in my life far too much to do something like that.” he kissed your cheek, “you’re it for me, got it?”

you nodded, looking up into his eyes to see how serious he was. you could see the love he had for you. “okay...i love you baby.”

he smiled, “i love you too. so much.” he kissed you on the lips gently. “now can we please cuddle? we both need our beauty sleep.” 

[bbyboybucket]

We still hate each other, right?

Bucky Barnes x F!avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky and Reader are the farthest thing from friends, which is why she’s confused when she sees him at her door in the middle of the night. // Reader comforts Bucky after a nightmare.

A/N - (this was one of my first fic’s for Bucky so it might be a little bit rough) I wrote this in like 30 minutes so there might be mistakes, and don’t judge the quality lmao, it might be horrible. I have to put the statement of my time setting as always so here it is: This is set in my happy lil dream land where the avengers didn’t break up after civil war and iw didn’t happen, so everyone’s livin together :)

Warnings: Kinda enemies to lovers?, PTSD, nightmares, mentions of torture and killing (nothing graphic), crying, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending tho

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It was no secret that you and Bucky Barnes didn’t get along. The two of you were very vocal about your disdain for one another. You always made sure you’re feelings were on display and were very clear. Nobody knew what had started this, matter of fact, you and Bucky yourselves didn’t even know how this feud came to be. All you knew was that you couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as Bucky. Anytime he was within a 10ft radius of you, your mood suddenly dampened, and vice versa.

At first, your relationship was fine, completely normal. You had a good first meeting, full of friendliness and general respect for one another. Somewhere though, things suddenly went down hill. Things got to the point were it was annoying to everyone else in the tower. Of course at first it was amusing to watch the bickering, funny to hear the battles of insults. However, it got old once neither of you could be professional towards each other. The tension was always like a tsunami, completely flooding the room. You’d go at each other’s throats over incredibly childish things, like when you sat too close to him on the coach or when he used your speaker that you left in the gym. Worst of all, you’d get into to fist fights that they’d have to break up, which always ended with Tony or Steve yelling at you like they’re your parents.

It didn’t take long for team members to pick up on the fact that you provoked each other on purpose. It didn’t slip anyone’s gaze when you’d smirk to yourself before doing something to piss Bucky off. Sam made everyone aware that Bucky’s actions were typically premeditated and he’d tell Sam in detail how he planned to bother you for the day.

Everyone eventually realized that this so called “hatred” was more like an obsession, a chaotic scheme to constantly get each other’s attention. However, anytime someone suggested that you liked each other, it’d always invoke a disgusted, stubborn rebuttal.

In short, you saw Bucky Barnes as the farthest thing from your friend. Which is why it surprised you to see him standing in your door way at 3am.

He was nervous, to say the least. Coming to his rival’s room to tell her he’s having nightmares was, well, embarrassing. He usually wouldn’t have come and would’ve just pushed through it alone, but tonight was particularly bad for him. He was on the verge of panicking and he needed someone. He couldn’t turn to Steve nor Sam because they were both on a mission. He hardly interacted with anyone else in the tower except for you, and this was a moment of desperation.

You were dead asleep when you were awoken by a pounding at your door. You groggily picked up your phone to check the time and you grumbled. The knocking continued once again and you yelled, “Give me a second!” as you slipped on a silk robe over top of your bra and underwear that you’d previously been sleeping in. You flipped your light switch on while walking to the door. Your irritated facial expression quickly twisted into a puzzled look when you swung open the door.

“Barnes?” You nearly shouted in your state of utter confusion.

“Uh, hey.” He said so softly that you barely heard him. His hands were fidgeting with each other and he didn’t make eye contact.

Still puzzled at what was going on, you asked, “um, w-what are you doing? It’s like 3:00 in the morning…”

You saw him swallow nervously. You’d never seen him like this before, despite his large stature, he was standing in your door way looking small and helpless. He reminded you of a child coming to tell his parents he feels sick. You were starting to get worried.

“Are you okay?” You spoke more gently than you had been.

“I’m…uh…I’m having a bad night.” He mumbled. “Can I…would you care if I stayed in here…with you?”

Your heart sank, you found it odd that you were feeling so much sympathy for him in this moment but you couldn’t help it. It was painful to see him like this.

“Of course you can stay with me, come in.” You spoke softly and then held the door so he could enter the room. He gave you an awkward smile before passing by. You shut the door behind you and made your way over to where he was awkwardly standing. You sat down on the foot of your bed and patted on the spot your right.

When he sat, you scooted closer to him. You weren’t sure if he wanted you to touch him or not, but you weren’t exactly sure how else to comfort him. You hesitantly and very softly placed your hand on his back. He initially flinched a little bit but settled into your touch when you gently massaged him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head. “No. Not right now.”

You sighed sadly as you continued to rub his back in a circular motion. You wished you understood what was happening in his head right now. He was thankful that you couldn’t.

“Do you want some hot chocolate? I can make you some.” You offered sweetly.

Bucky simply just nodded his head yes as a response. You watched him as you made him a cup. He looked tense, he was shaking very slightly. He looked almost scared. You always thought Bucky had rather sad eyes but right now, it was taken to a whole new level.

He wasn’t looking at you. He stared at the floor consumed by his own thoughts. He didn’t feel worthy of your kindness, he knew deep down that it was stupid to think like that. He does deserve good things even if his mind tells him he doesn’t, his therapist told him that quite often. Then again, he never really felt like his therapist was helpful.

You brought him the cup with a smile and sat next to him once again.

“Thanks.” He whispered before taking a sip, using his metal hand. He liked the sweet taste and the way he could feel the warmth of it in his stomach. It was comforting, it reminded him of his childhood that he missed the simplicity of so much.

You reached for his free hand that was resting on his thigh and caressed it, softly running your thumb across his skin. You could hear how heavy and quick his breathing was, despite him seeming to be a bit calmer than before.

“Hey, take deep breathes with me okay? In and out.” You exaggeratedly took large, slow breathes to lead him and he mimicked. He was visibly getting calmer by the second. “Good, you’re doing so good. Here, come lay down with me.” You went to your own side of the bed and placed yourself under the covers. He followed shortly after.

He felt weird laying in a bed, it was too soft, the pillows were too fluffy. This was the first time he had in months. He usually preferred to sleep and even sit on the floor but he didn’t want to seem stranger than he already did at the moment. At the same time though, he felt safe with you in his company, he felt protected even. He was appreciative more than you knew, it was one of the roughest nights he’d had in a while. He didn’t realize he was zoned out until you spoke.

“You good, bud?” You asked, turned on your side, facing him directly.

“Just thinking.” He mumbled, still staring at the ceiling.

“About?”

Bucky sighed deeply, not knowing if he should explain or not. But the words started tumbling out of his mouth before he even truly thought about it. “This one was different…um, I-I usually have nightmares about me…hurting, killing other people…or just actual flashbacks of me killing them. I’ve gotten more used to having those, I’m learning how to deal with them but…um…tonight I was dreaming about the torture, being beaten, the goddamn chair, being punished. Just all the shit they did to me. I-I don’t want to go into detail but um, that’s why I’m so fucked up right now.”

The man laying beside of you had tears streaming down his face, his wet eyes glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. The sound of his small sniffles ripped your heart in half.

“Oh my god…Bucky…” You whispered. “God, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

You moved over and laid your head in the crook of his neck as your arm wrapped tightly around his waist. He broke down even more at your touch. He turned on his side and his natural arm held you closely, since he didn’t want to touch you with the metal one. He rested his face on your shoulder and sobbed. You could feel the heaving of his chest against your own and his wet teardrops hitting your skin.

“Shhh…” you hushed comfortingly. “It’s okay, you’re safe now, everything is okay. I’ve got you.”

Your voice was soothing, filled with care, it sounded peaceful to him even though on the inside, you were hurting from the mere sight of seeing how hurt he was.

“They’re not going to hurt you ever again. Nobody will hurt you like that again, because if they do I’ll kill them.” You cooed even though there was a threat in your statement. He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.

“Most of the time you want to kill me.” He practically giggled.

“Yeah, you’re right, I do some days…but not right now.” You joked along with a smile that he couldn’t see. You repositioned yourselves to cuddle more comfortably, his tears had stopped and he was relaxed in your arms. You heard him yawn and you hummed quietly at how cute it was.

“We still hate each other, right?” He whispered in your ear.

“Of course.” You played along as you snuggled against his warm body, with a huge grin on your face. “We can go back to fighting tomorrow.”

“Good.” He said as he ran his hand through your hair.

You leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. “Night, Bucky.” Then you cozied back up on him before letting out a tiny yawn of your own.

“Good night, doll.”

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Three years later, that was the night that changed both of your lives. The two of you definitely did not keep fighting like you had before, it was more so light and enjoyable teasing. Bucky started coming to you for comfort often and you eventually found him as a shoulder to cry on too. It wasn’t long before you started to spend all of your time together, forming a friendship that rivaled the closeness of Bucky and Steve’s.

And then it became more. It had always been there, those romantic feelings, it just took a while to come out. 6 months to be exact, and Natasha won $200 in a bet to see who could guess when you two would officially get together.

Now it’s been three years, the three best years of your life and now, today, the best day of your life. You were standing in a stunning white gown with his hand holding yours as you cut the the giant, gorgeous cake in front of you. The wedding venue was stunning, and so was the reception, thanks to Tony. You had originally defied him from paying for it, multiple times actually, but he insisted. Damn he knew exactly how to make it perfect.

You couldn’t have been happier than you were at this moment, spending the day with love of your life, making the commitment to spend the rest of your lives together whilst surrounded by all of your friends and family. You had to say your favorite toast of the night was Sam’s, who drunkenly gave a story about how you and Bucky used to fist fight until you nearly killed each other and now you’re Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.

As you had your first dance with your husband, he smiled down at you fully with those ocean blue eyes sparkling. “We still hate each other, right?” He asked.

“Oh, yes. Undoubtedly.” You responded before bringing your lips together for a passionate kiss. Yeah, this was the best day of your life. And yeah, it was all because he chose to come to your room one night.

[tteokggukk]

waiting game → jjk | ✏️ eighteen: back to square one

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It’s been over a year since you last visited his place.

The last time you were here, Jungkook was just minutes away from turning of age. Both of you were equally nervous at the time—him being tense about the hint for the soulmate mark that was supposed to appear, and you feeling frantic over finally confessing your feelings for him. By the end of the night though, neither ended well: Jungkook found no mark and you were later on rejected by him, and since that incident you swore you’d never come back to this place, that you wanted nothing to do with him, and that you’d stop all contact and cut him out of your life.

And yet here you were, back at Jungkook’s apartment.

It’s funny, you thought for sure being back here would bring back that miserable and embarrassing night, but instead you were hit with a wave of nostalgia and a certain warmth in your chest that you haven’t felt in a while. Before anything else, this place has always been your safe space, and the stronger memories of you being happy here definitely outweighed that one horrible night.

Looking around, you found yourself amused with how little has changed— the collection of speakers he had were still kept on the same shelves, his collection of blank canvases that were stacked up on one side of the room, and the old frames of your pictures together were still hung up on his wall. A smile crept up on your lips as you walked slowly, staring at each frame carefully and recalling each event preserved in those shots.

Somehow, although he was only footsteps away in his kitchen cooking up ramen for you two to share, you missed him.

Even though you and Jungkook were slowly patching things up and going back to the way things used to be, it still doesn’t change the fact that a long time has passed since you two had been left alone together in close quarters. Sure, you two were talking a lot more now and you both have gone out together, but conversations held through texts and hangouts held in public were far more different than spending time indoors with just the two of you.

Minutes later, Jungkook came back holding a tray with two bowls and a potful of ramen. As he sets the tray down in front of you for you two to share, you felt your phone buzzing endlessly in your pocket. Not even seconds later, Jungkook’s own phone starts buzzing continuously.

For the vast majority of the time, you both spent the hours talking about your plans for the showcase with only minor attempts at small talk and jokes. As expected, your conversations were filled with nervous laughter and a few awkward silences, but at least you two had more progress with your plans. You tried practicing a few songs together, but eventually you both agreed that none of the songs you had done so far made enough impact. When you ran out of ideas, Jungkook proceeded to make more lists of song suggestions for your performance, and when he ran out of ideas, you went ahead and made your own lists.

Two hours later, you had about twenty lists—all of which were made to avoid more small talk.

Jungkook stared at the lists scattered all over his coffee table without blinking. You were sprawled out on his couch while he was slumping on the floor, his back against the couch. You were both clearly burnt out with twenty lists but still zero choices. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, catching your attention.

“Are you hungry?” Jungkook shifts his gaze from the papers to you, his bright, doe-eyes meeting your tired ones.

“Kind of,” You sat up straight and hugged your knees, “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook stands up from the floor, dusting off the back of his pants as he got up, a joking smile on his face, “Do you wanna eat some ramen?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. You just had ramen with him two hours ago, and he had six cups of ramen while he stayed up with you last night. How much ramen could this boy actually eat? “I’m sorry, Hoseok told me to say no when a guy asks me that,” You joked, faking a sad expression on your face.

Jungkook raises a brow and flops himself on the couch to sit across from you, crossing his arms, “You didn’t say no to me last night.”

“Well now I am.”

“That’s not fair,” Jungkook’s let’s out a laugh, causing his body to lean forward as before turning himself to face you, “Ramen’s all I have.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You shook your head, your eyes crinkling as you laughed. You couldn’t see it, but the sight of your laughter brought out Jungkook’s adoring stare. Feeling proud of himself, it felt like a big achievement getting you to laugh like that for the first time tonight, as if he had just broken an invisible barrier between you two. He missed all of it—he missed the sound of your laugh, being able to get close to you, hanging out with you like this. Just like the old times.

Jungkook smiles and looks away, afraid you’d catch him staring at you before getting off the couch, “I’m kidding. Of course I’ve got other food.”

“You do?” You asked tauntingly.

“Of course I do, I’m friends with Jin. Come on, let’s go have dinner.”

Without a moment’s thought, Jungkook holds his hand out to take yours. The moment your hands meet, a heavy beat begins drumming in your ears, taking you a second to realize that it was the sound of your own heart that you could hear as it did several leaps in your chest. While Jungkook led you to his kitchen where you two decided to cook something up together, you tried your best not to seem at all fazed as you kept a neutral face. When he eventually had to let go of your hand, a part of you wanted to hold onto that warmth, but you tried to push the thought away.

Although you initially came over to talk about what your plans were for the showcase, it now seems as if you two had no further plans to discuss anything. It was already eleven at night, but neither of you appeared to be aware of it as you were cuddled up underneath the sheets while watching old reruns of a TV show you and Jungkook both loved. You had no idea how you ended up lying this close next to him—there must’ve been something in the food he had cooked up that somehow made you two lose any form of awkwardness between each other. Jungkook had to thank Jin later for the recipe.

“Look, it’s the part where they’re trying to pivot the couch,” Jungkook laughs as he points to the screen, his hand squeezing on your shoulder to get your attention while your head rested on his arm.

You didn’t bother to look. It was a scene you’d already watched countless times to cheer you up months ago. Instead, you looked up to see Jungkook, his face illuminated by the light coming from the television and a table lamp. You could feel his chest vibrating while he laughed, your temple resting on him made it easy for his deep chuckle to send vibrations through you. From where you were, his lashes looked much longer. His eyes were all crinkled from laughing and his mouth was curled up, showcasing the mole underneath his lips. The proximity between you two was so close, the scent of his freshly laundered clothes was enough to embrace you.

He’s so pretty.

He was all you wanted to stare at, but your eyes were beginning to betray you as you felt your own lids getting heavier and heavier. Staying up last night was a terrible idea after all, and though you wanted to stay up longer to be here with him, your body couldn’t help but melt into the soft mattress. Jungkook’s arm around you wasn’t helping you to fight the urge to stay up, either.

It took a while for Jungkook to hear it, but later on he began to notice the sound of soft snores next to him, only for him to find you all dozed off on his arm. Nervously, he debated whether or not he should get his arm off and wake you up to bring you home. But, as he mentally went back and forth trying to decide on what he should do, he instead found himself studying your features and smiling to himself at the sight of how peaceful you looked.

It would be a crime to disrupt your sleep, he thought.

Tucking strands of your hair behind your ear, he let himself have a few moments to cherish the little details on your face before turning the television off and slowly covering you two with a blanket.

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You were having such a good night’s rest, until you tried shifting your position as you slept—on your waist was a slight weight that held you close and left you unable to move.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, all you could see was Jungkook sleeping soundly in front of you. Trying to ignore the dangerously erratic beating in your chest, you attempted to level your breathing so as to not wake him up. All the tiredness you had felt earlier were all gone now, you were fully aware of Jungkook’s face just being several inches from yours while his arms kept you close in front of him.

You couldn’t lie, there was a small urge to caress his cheek until you heard the sound of your phone buzzing from behind you. Carefully, you reached out for your phone which thankfully was only inches away from your head.

Was it actually 3am?

“Who is it?”

The sound of Jungkook’s sleep-filled voice causes you to freeze, making you drop your phone on your face.

“Oh shoot, sorry,” He apologizes, bringing his palm to your cheek in an attempt to soothe the minor pain caused by the drop of your phone screen, “Didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“I’m okay, did I wake you?” You asked softly, noticing how his eyes were still squinted as he tried to open them fully.

“No, don’t worry,” Jungkook grins sleepily, “What time is it?”

“It’s 3am,” You told him.

“Oh.”

Reality began sinking in as you realized you were still here and it was this late. You knew he was too nice to wake you up, which is probably why you were still at his place. You began to mentally prepare yourself saying goodbye to him at this hour. Expecting Jungkook to get up, he moves the arm resting on top of you, setting you free from his being held into his arms. You tried to shift to the other side of the bed to get off, but Jungkook reaches for the lamp instead of getting up.

“Want me to turn this lamp off?” He asks, “I didn’t turn it off earlier in case you woke up and needed it.”

“What?” Your eyes narrow as you look back at him over your shoulder.

“What are you doing? Come back,” He almost pouts. His voice was too raspy for your own good, you knew you would do about anything he asked you to right now. He could even ask you to clean his bathroom at this hour and you’d probably do it.

Jungkook, probably half-awake, places his hand on your waist. This prompts you to move closer to him and back to your old position where you were facing him. He hums to himself when he’s got his arms wrapped around you again, but you tried to knock some sense into him.

“Jungkook, it’s late,” You whispered.

“I know,” he hums, his eyes almost shut.

“I should leave.”

Now his eyes were wide open. He lets out a small sigh as he finally meets your gaze, “Do you actually think I’m going to let you leave at this hour?”

“I don’t wanna inconvenience you or anything—“

“You never do. what would inconvenience me is you losing sleep when you could be resting right now,” He tells you softly as he closes his eyes. You don’t say anything, only staring at him as you were at a loss for words. When he doesn’t hear anything from you or feel your body relax so you could go back to rest, he extends his arms towards you to bring you closer to him.

“Just go to sleep. I’ll drive you home first thing in the morning if you really wanna go home,” he says, finally shutting his eyes. It takes you a second before you finally give in and bring your arms around him. Smiling to yourself, you snuggle your face into his chest and silently pray he doesn’t feel the heat building up on your cheeks. Once he was sure you’ve relaxed, Jungkook turns off the lamp and brings his hand to gently stroke your hair, only going back to sleep once he hears your soft and peaceful snores again.

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– fic type: social media au, soulmates au

– pairing: jungkook x reader

– genre: ex-friends to lovers, humor, crack, fluff, angst, slow burn

– warnings: explicit language

SYNOPSIS: in a world where everyone finds a unique connection to their soulmate once they turn of age, y/n can’t seem to figure out her clue. after desperately staying up all night to find one, y/n decides to rest and write down her list of groceries on her arm, ultimately giving up on finding a clue along with the whole idea of soulmates. that is, until jungkook wakes up to a whole list of poorly written ingredients scribbled all over his own arm.

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[levixreader]

Dad!Levi x Mum!Reader - It's Just a Hobby

Charlotte: French name meaning freedom Summary: You woke up alarmed at the metallic shriek echoing in your room. Your angry husband sat a the far end of the room... sharpening his blades?... at three in the morning? Oh God, what did Charlotte do this time.

Warning: Pure fluffiness, Levi deserves happiness ;v;

Inspired by @cakeswashere prompt:

Y/N: are you angry? or...

Levi: no.

Y/N: so sharpening your blades at 3am is just a hobby then?

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It's Just a Hobby

Sheeeeeeek

It was a sharp, almost metallic in nature shriek. You tossed in your sleep, your brain still half unconscious.

Had you imagined it?

It sounded familiar. Where you having another dream of your time at the Corps?

All this talk about Charlotte joining the military was definitely not doing you any favours. It was scratching at the back of your head the obscure memories you kept hidden away. Ever since you had pushed Levi into taking her to work, every night, without fail, the deformed hands of your demons came to grab you at night.

Yesterday Levi had shaken you awake. You were sweating in your sleep, haunted by the last expression of your friends, of your family. Some nights, your dreams were so vivid that you were convinced that the life you had now was… imagined.

How had Charlotte convinced you that it was a good idea to join? Ah, yes, her unwavering spirit. Stubborn and passionate to the core, just like her father. Erwin had earned Levi and his constant devotion to the cause had earned Charlotte.

Truly, she had worn you down. She would talk as if she had been in the military for as long as she was alive. She had convinced every single one of her friends to join. Of course, she had worn you down. Children, you had discovered, had a way to make you feel like you could endure anything as long as it made them happy. Even if that meant spinning directly into a titan’s jaws. You shivered. Tonight, marked the beginning of winter and with it the fast approach of harsh months.

How could you selfishly stand in her way? She was the carbon copy of your husband, down to his unhuman like traits. She was fast and strong, but that didn’t make her cocky, it made her aware of just how far she could go. So when she had implored you to let her join the military… You caved because you knew your daughter, nothing you could say, not even the hellish nightmares you conjured now, would deter her from joining.

Levi could though. You didn’t have the heart or the will power to stand against her, she was, after all, a force of nature like Levi. So, it made sense that he could and did stand against her. So firmly opposed that he would rather sacrifice his relationship with her than watch her wear forest green.

I would never want to feel responsible if something were to happen to you.

His words had rung deep within you. Levi was strong, the strongest in fact. He had carried with his best friend’s death, carried the guilt of every death, carried the title of strongest, but, he could never carry the responsibility of the death of his only child.

Your heart ached. For months now, you had tried to convince yourself that you already waited with your heart of your throat every time Levi sat you down at the kitchen table to tell you there would be a new excursion. You could do the same with Charlotte. Right?

It was different. You knew it was different. You were all too aware of it. So, you settled. Settled to be thankful that where you lack the willpower, Levi could. Maybe, you had thought, that having her shadow Levi for a couple of days would show her a glimpse into a world she could never have thought of. You hadn’t. Not even Levi, who lived in the underground, had.

Sheeeeeek

You shot up. Straight up.

That had been the sound of a knife getting sharpened.

In a panic, your eyes scanned the room, your hand already reaching for your bedside table, inching into the drawer on the hidden weapon inside. You could feel your heart lodged in your trachea. All you could think was of your daughter and how to get to her as quick as possible. But, then, your eyes landed at the corner at the far back. It was Levi, seated in the leather chair he liked so much.

Relief, ice-cold relief washed over your stiffened body. Instantly, you relaxed at the sight of the familiar presence. Your heart unable to dislodge from your throat, the exhaustion weighing down at your body once again.

What the hell was he doing?

Shreeeeeeek

You felt a new wave of alertness wash over you. Something glimmered, you squinted, your tiered eyes fell to his lap.

There was a blade.

Shreeeeeeek

He was sharpening his blades.

He was sharpening his blades.

He was sharpening his blades at three in the morning.

Oh, God.

Shreeeeeeek

Cried the sound of metal. He was hunched in the chair, hadn’t bothered taking off his uniform, or boots for that matter. His right leg on top of his left thigh. One of his blades rested across his lap. You sat there watching as he expertly manoeuvred the blade making it glimmer even in the darkest of nights.

Something was bothering him.

You sighed, the adrenalin leaving your body. It had been a minute since you last felt it course through your body like earlier. You had genuinely thought that there had been an intruder in the house. You were a light sleeper, years retired from the military could never kill that habit. It had saved you more than once.

You wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until you untangled whatever Levi’s brain was scrambling. It was Charlotte, you were sure of it. After the little incident at the beginning of the week, she had somehow squeezed a promise to not react like he did that day. How she did it you would never know. It took years -years- to get him to not impulsively confront any man that would even slightly look at you the wrong way. You were certain that something must have happened again and the frustration of being powerless had him sitting, sharpening his disposable blades at such an ungodly hour.

This was it. The time had come to have “The Talk” with Levi. You had been preparing for this ever since Charlotte turned sixteen. You had already noticed the attention she garnered whenever she accompanied you to the market. How some of her oldest male friends would stare a second too long. It was bound to happen eventually. You had prepared for it, Levi… not so much.

“Morning”, you said the bedsheets still pooled at your waist. Even with the window closed, you could feel the cold air prickling your skin, like small needles. He frowned, not really expecting you to wake up. He had already spent an hour on his other blades, this was his last one. “How was work today?”, you insisted. He grunted. He at least acknowledged you. He wasn’t feeling all that talkative at the moment.

Shreeeeeek

The sound of the metal echoing across the room. This man was impossible. Like father, like daughter, two stubborn mules unwilling to bend or move in their convictions. You were convinced that when God created stubbornness, Levi was first in line, closely followed by Charlotte.

“Somethings never change”, you thought shaking you head slightly. Unceremoniously, you yanked the sheets from your lower body. You shivered, the cold air now attacking your legs. Levi’s face remained turned down, his eyes, however, sneaked a peek at you. He had heard you move. You were, to his dismay, heading towards his direction. He noticed the hair of your forearms standing to attention. You were cold. He clicked his tongue; he wasn’t ready to go to bed, anger still bubbling at his feet. He frowned, returning his attention at the weapon in his hand.

Shreeeeeeek

“Are are you angry?”, he heard you ask softly. No answer. You grouched in front of his legs so that your face was in his direct eyesight. He gripped the handle of the blade, his eyes moving to observe the end of it. He was avoiding you. “no.”, he curtly answered. He looked stoic. “Stubborn, stubborn man”, you thought. You placed a numbed hand on his twisted knee. His eyebrows knitted together refusing to look at you, opting to look at your hand. You looked paler than usual.

Did she have another nightmare?

You smiled amused, “So sharpening your blades at three in the morning is just a hobby then?”, you asked sarcastically. His frown deepened, he didn’t answer. “Tell me what’s bothering you”, you pushed, the tips of your fingers going a bit numb. He sighed knowing you weren’t going to let this go and if needed would freeze half to death until he talked. “And you think Charlotte is stubborn because of me”, he thought. Charlotte, he frowned again the anger bubbling up again.

“Is it Charlotte?”, you asked, even softer than before. You gripped his knee in reassurance. He sighed again, of course, you would know exactly what was bothering him. He couldn’t hide anymore. “I can’t believe she is sixteen”, you said truthfully.

Sixteen years went by like nothing, one day she was too small to even reach the kitchen counter and the next she had a queue of boys lined up. “Fucking hormonal teenagers”, he thought to himself glaring down at the polished blade. He wanted to break the thing in two.

“Our brat is an adult now”, you said giggling pulling him again out of his thoughts. His eyes lifted slightly to look at you, clearly disagreeing with your opinion. Charlotte wasn’t an adult; she was just a brattier brat. “Did one of the cadets flirt with her again?”, you asked smiling sympathetically. His eyes widened and immediately narrowed to the point you thought he had closed his eyes. His jaw clenched, his grip on the weapon made his knuckles turn white.

“A boy”, he corrected. You smiled sadly at his words. “You know she is at that age”, you said earning you a glare. “You know I’m right”, you insisted. He clicked his tongue. You were right. That doesn’t mean he had to voice it. “I know this is very hard for you”, you continued, he looked pained. It had taken everything in him today to not march and punch the titan shifter straight in the face. He knew the look he was giving Charlotte; it was the same look he had given you. He felt his chest burn.

His eyes looked pained, the cold controlled captain melting away. You wanted to hug him, console him and tell him that his baby was still just that: a baby. That Charlotte would not grow up and that she would always call him ‘Daddy’. But this would only hurt him more and would do Charlotte a disservice as her mother.

“Here”, you said standing up offering a hand for him to take. He looked at your hand, eyebrow cocked upwards with curiosity. You rolled your eyes, “Well, take it”, you insisted shaking your hand. Cautiously, he placed his free hand on yours. His eyes narrowing when he felt how cold your fingers felt. In a quick movement, he rested the sharpened blade against the nearest wall and grabbed with both his hands the hand you had offered. “You’re cold”, he commented, making you roll your eyes again at him. “Well hurry up then”, you answered pulling him up. He pouted, finally complying with your request.

You pulled him out of the room towards the hallway in front of Charlotte’s room. His frown returned, “What are we doing here”, he asked, not appreciating the surprise. “Shh”, you said tightening your hold on his hand. As carefully as you could you opened the door to your daughter’s room. She looked tranquil, completely at ease. “Look”, you whispered moving out of the way. Reluctantly, he peaked into Charlotte’s room. His eyes softened and his chest, previously burning with anger, filled with warmth. She looked like a child hugging her favourite stuffed animal. “She isn’t quite an adult yet”, you whispered, “not because some boy is flirting with her means she stopped growing”.

He sighed closing the door just as carefully as you had opened it.

“Let’s have another one”, he said turning to look at you straight to your eyes. “What?”, you said in complete shock. “Let’s have another one”, he repeated closing the gap between the both of you. “What?”, you repeated louder, his hands grabbing your hips. “I said”, he whispered pulling you towards him, “Let’s”, you heard him next to your ear, “have”, you felt his breath on your neck, his nose caressing the base of your neck, “another one”. His teeth dug into your soft skin.