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glimmerlofsea · 1 year ago

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

I DID IT

Warning : Lots of guilt, mention of scars, and lots of fluff! ;d and platonic relationship, I guess?

WC; 3,0k+

#TALKISSA; okay... before we start, I just want to say thank you for the opportunity you gave me to this Billy Hargrove fanfic that I made! No lie, this is the first time I've uploaded it on Tumblr, I've done it several times on Wattpad, but I want to try something new by writing it on Tumblr! If you don't mind, would you give it a chance by reading this story? I would really appreciate it! Thank you, and happy reading! For those of you who faithfully read my fanfic, I will give you the name 'issea', hihi (sorry I'm bad at giving nicknames). Happy reading, issea!

01:00 AM.

The clock ticking very loudly barged into your ears, people's shouts and shrill sounds almost made you unable to breathe properly.

Your legs couldn't stop shaking since you were waiting in front of the ICU room. You kept putting your thumbnail between your teeth because you were nervous.

You let out a heavy breath, as if you were holding back the tears from coming out, until finally they all came out and you couldn't stop crying in the hospital hallway. Your breath hitched, you were the one who should have stopped breathing forever— Your head should have been on your side, but no, they're convinced you to die.

This all starts with you being trapped between dimensions in Hawkins, just like the Zombie Boy they know but you are strategic enough to make yourself alive.

Of course it brought a lot of heavy trauma, but that incident actually made you enthusiastic about socializing again— even though in the end you were still stuck with Steve and Nancy. Not long after that you met the charming guy who came all the way from California, brought his flashy blue Camaro and made an attractive appearance in his tight jeans. This incident makes you want to enjoy your life even more, who knows you will die at the closest distance and at the wrong time, right?

Your thoughts make the new 'King of Hawkins' interested. If he doesn't make friends with girls, then it's with you that he makes them. Not only because you eliminate his lust, but he feels safe around you.

He is your Chicago. He was.

You were waiting in the hospital in blood-stained clothes, if you hadn't shouted at Joyce to immediately close the gate, maybe Billy would really have died. You felt guilty for yelling at that woman, you could feel Mrs. Byers, but you can't put your friends at risk.

Friends who feel safe around you, who feel like their life depends on your life. You didn't want to lose him, you couldn't.

You kept praying all the time that God would give him another chance, so that you and he could share the time together and the adventures he always wanted while in his hometown, California. You love him, but he doesn't feel worthy of being loved.

You were in your room, tidying up your things, you didn't want Billy to see you when he was fully awake. You were a nightmare for him, you were the one who caused him to have all these nightmares and you hated yourself for it. You did it, I did it, your mind always has images of those 3 sentences.

What would you do? You'll be far away from Hawkins and never come back here, you're too embarrassed and guilt enveloped you and hugged you tightly, not allowing you to let go.

Until Max finally realized what you were doing,

"So what? You're just gonna leave us?!" Max's voice was no less shaking when you first saw Billy's condition, her voice showed that she had been crying, "Y/N, please!"

Without looking at her, you just packed up your clothes to put them in a bag, "I don't want him to see me, Max."

"Exactly, why? Why don't you want him to see you, Y/N? If you leave you'll—"

"—I did it, Max." You said, cutting Max off, looking at Max who was just as puffy as you, "It was my fault."

You sat on the edge of your bed, followed by Max, Max let out a voice, "I don't want to think about it, but you make it sound like murder. Billy bet his life in the hospital, Y/N! You can't just leave like that , you-"

"Let me explain it."

Max was silent when you interrupted her conversation for the second time,

"I never wanted to bring Billy into this interdimensional, supernatural things or whatever you want to call it. And I didn't want him to see me as a crazy psychopath girl who had wandered into another world, Max." You said looking at Max, she watched your words carefully, "That was when I made a stupid condition, he wanted to date me but I said if he could beat any older girl in Hawkins then I would give him a chance. I know I'm fool, but guess what? It's not worth it at all Max, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Why are you sorry for, Y/N? I still don't understand."

"That night, he said he was going to date Mrs. Wheeler, that's when he fell into the Upside Down, Max. I know that because at that time I didn't see Mrs. Wheeler coming out of her house, and someone called me, it was Billy, but I didn't hear anything but heard..." You stopped for a moment and looked at Max deeply, "Demogorgon's voice?" She suggested.

You nodded, "But that time was different, it was too roaring and fierce. I wanted to tell Hopper but if it was true that Billy was the host I couldn't help but want to protect him, Max."

Max hugged you, you buried your chin in the little girl's shoulder, she stroked your back, "You're just trying to protect him, that's the point, okay? Don't leave him, Y/N, please. He needs you, we need you."

"You're not gonna change?" Max asked as you sat near Billy's body, which was still on the verge of death and life.

You sighed, "No. I want to contain this blood trail even if it makes me look like a murderer."

The door creaked, you stood up to see who it was, it turned out to be Susan and Neil. Susan with her expression of pity immediately hugged her daughter while Neil didn't even show any emotion at all, sometimes you think why did Billy have to go through this? Why didn't Neil, who fell, deserve more punishment?

"Damn it, I knew he would be very troublesome. Should have finished him off first."

Even though the sound he made was very small, your ears were sharp enough to catch it. You don't know why, but you felt really hurt, like someone was trying to split your heart into several parts.

You stepped towards Neil, "Your son is in a coma, and all you can say is 'he's a troublesome''? For fucks sake, why should God give you a heart to live if you can't use it well?"

You could feel Max holding your arm tightly by the collar, begging you to stop.

Neil chuckled, "Watch your damn mouth, young girl."

"No, watch your damn mouth, Neil. My friend here is trying desperately to survive and you? You're his father hoping he dies? Unbelievable. I can just—"

Neil slapped you, you could feel Max's grip getting tighter.

The door banging sounded very loud,

"Mr. Hargrove, you will be detained for investigation as a result of a domestic violence case, you have the right to speak if you have a lawyer."

Officer Powell forcefully handcuffed Neil's hands. Neil couldn't stop cursing your name but you were happy that Billy could finally live without violence.

You looked at Max, Max hugged you, "Thank you."

Billy hasn't opened his eyes for almost a week, you decide to clean yourself up, the kids visit Billy twice a week to accompany Max.

Sometimes Steve, Robin and Nancy also join in to visit Billy, and also make sure you're okay.

Max is at school, you keep convincing her to focus on school and you will take care of Billy. You were cleaning up some leftover food on the patient's table, tying your hair back and leaving some strands of hair on your right side because Billy loved it.

"I told you it's better on the right side, right?"

The familiar voice that dives into your eardrums makes you flinch, startled, remember a thousand languages and your feelings are mixed and you can't explain how.

You turned your head and saw Billy who was smiling, you quickly hugged Billy very tightly, "Be careful, there are holes in my body." His words made you chuckle in between your tears.

You broke away, "I'll call the doctor." But he held your hand and buried you against his body, for a moment you felt comfortable, but you were afraid of making him hurt, so you made a little distance from him, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It does. But you're my medicine, aren't you?"

You smiled, “I really missed your voice.”

He was the first to realize that you were crying, tears came out of your eyes, he wiped them with his fingers, while you were still looking at him with your sobs, "I fucking hate seeing you cry. Why are you crying?"

You choked on your sobs, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, if I hadn't told you to do the terms of that stupid sentence maybe you wouldn't..." You couldn't even finish your sentence.

Billy tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, while you took a deep breath, "What if you don't make it? If the monster does—"

Billy stroked your back, he was so calm, "Sshh.. It's okay, I'm fine, you're fine. That's what's important now, understand? Look at me, do I look like I didn't make it through that maniac incident?"

Your crying began to calm down, you sighed, holding the wound on his stomach carefully, "Yes, a little."

Billy chuckled, he kissed your hair, “I missed you.”

You shook your head, "No. I missed you, asshole."

There he is. The hug he gave seemed to say that you would be safe from whatever would happen to that cursed town, you really hoped that Billy was still Billy after this incident. Just hearing his heartbeat makes you calm, and you don't feel guilty anymore.

Author's Note : Thank you to all the issea who have read it to the end! I really appreciate it and sorry if this sucks because I can't get straight to the romantic story— but I'll try it! ♡

#Spotify #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #dacre montgomery #stranger things #x reader

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v4lky-ri3 · 7 months ago

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The Siblings

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Notes: This is dedicated to my brother. I love you to the ends of the Earth and will definitely protect you through the zombie apocalypse. I've had this idea in my head for months now, and thought it's about time I make it real. There will be a part 2 later down the road. As always, would love to hear your thoughts <3

CW: gore/graphic imagery, mentions of death and the undead, apocalyptic and dystopian setting

Word Count: 567 words

Soundtrack: The Promise by When In Rome 💿

No one knows how it started. One minute you’re in school and the next you’re running away from your best friend down the corridors. Chaos swallowed the world, entire governments crumble in a matter of days. Cities were abandoned, metal skeletons now decaying, and those who were left behind didn’t make it. Except me.

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Heavy footfalls echo across the halls, screeching following shortly behind. Flashes of colourful garment and glistening jewels are ignored as the glass crunches underneath my boots. I need to get away, I need to hide. I’ve made it this far, 2 years of surviving by the skin of my teeth. Glancing over my shoulder, the ghastly beast’s jaw hangs and gapes. Hollow eyes, bulging black veins, and a rotten corpse add to the walking nightmare. A shell of the person that once was. Now merely a husk, a host to the virus.

I turn the corner and crash into a store, shelves bare and covered in blankets of dust. The creature's shrieks rings in my ear, until a small whimper and pair of wide eyes peek over the counter. The cluttering and shuffling of objects, and low growls draw closer. Maneuvering around the counting and crouch beside the boy. I look to the side, where a young boy was trembling with fear. Placing a finger to my lips, while reaching out to grab an empty can and throw it across the store, as it lands with a clatter. A shrill screech rings out as the creature lunges toward the can. Without hesitation, I grab the boy’s wrist and pull him to his feet.Rushing out of the store, while the creature is distracted.

The scrapping of nails and pounding of shoes against the tiles bounce off the walls. Sunlight reflects off the broken glass underfoot, puddles as they splash. The creature hisses, its hand stretching towards us as we weave beams of sunlight. Its skin bubbling and burning under the light, howls of pain cut through the air as smoke rises from its flesh. Mere steps away from the door, the feeling of bony fingers curl around my ankle yanking me back. I kick the beast in the face. Blood splatters, staining my cheek, as its fingers slowly unfurl itself from around my ankle. Dragging the boy out of the building and into the desolate streets.

"Are you okay?" I ask, hunched over gasping for breath.

"I’m okay," he muttered, looking down at the ground, "Thank you for saving me." A moment of silence passes between us, an unspoken question hangs in the air.

"Alessia,” I sigh, “my name is Alessia." A blinding smile bursts from his face, as he wraps his small scratch-covered arms around me.

“My name is David,” He says, “Can I join you?” Looking up at me with eyes sparkling with hope. I can’t leave him here to fend for himself, it feels wrong. People changed, humanity became the worst version of itself after the Outbreak, becoming worse than the creature that chased us. He won’t survive on his own.

“Sure,” I said.“But we have to get moving. It’ll be dark soon.”

We walk down the streets hand in hand. Greeny sprouts from between the cracks in the concrete. Vines climb and sprawl upwards. As our shadows stretch along the pavement. Distant calls of growls and howls carry through the air, as the clouds glow a burning orange.

#sofia's stories #short story #short stories #ocs #original character #writing #creative writing #writer #writers on tumblr #female writers #writerblr #writer blog #artists on tumblr #zombie apocalypse #dystopia

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georgie3116 · 1 year ago

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RE// MCU - Black Widow: Nemesis

> Please enjoy an excerpt of my Wattpad FanFic. This excerpt comes from Chapter 3 when Jill Valentine finally meets the Black Widow. Find a link to the full (in progressed released story).

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Jill began to crawl away the smell of gasoline filled her nose and she's only free of the wreck just before the car explodes, more pain shot through her muscles as the explosion pushed her into the road.

Jill looked up in horror as the creature continued to walk through the flames of the inferno, the plastic wrap covering its face began to melt away and Jill swore it would be a sight that would remain with her for the rest of her life.

Its face was a living nightmare a contortion of inhuman flesh, a giant mouth, and oversized teeth

"Hey, fuckface" a female voice yelled distracting the creature from its original prey.

Suddenly a rocket was launched in its direction which the creature catches with its tentacle that protruded from its arm, annoyed it threw the explosive into a car with ease as it narrowed its gaze recognising the red-headed Avenger perched on the roof of a police car with a very big rocket launcher aimed at it

"AVENGER" the creature growled with anger, this B.O.W had been infected with a primary objective 'Kill S.T.A.R.S’ but also a complex threat assessment matrix and unfortunately for Natasha Romanoff it recognised her as a threat to its objective and its existence.

Before the B.O.W can react against her she fires another 'her last' rocket at the creature catching it right where the Black Widow had aimed it to go, the creature collapsed in a flaming heap keeping it down for good, at least that what Black Widow hoped.

Natasha ran to the woman laying in the street discarding the now useless rocket launcher, Jill stared up at her rescuer in awe, an Avenger here in Racoon City, the infamous Black Widow had saved her life

"You- you're an Avenger" Jill stuttered her words, she mentally kicked herself for being such a gibbering mess in front of her all time favourite hero,

Black Widow gave Jill a small smile, but Jill couldn't help but notice that the red heads smile never reflected in her eyes

"The names Natasha Romanoff and I'm saving you" Natasha placed Jill's arm around her shoulder so that the injured S.T.A.R.S officer could lean on her for support,

Jill had to admit the woman was a lot stronger than she looked "Come on let's get you some place safe" she painfully raised Jill to her feet, the two women quickly fled the scene although Natasha quickly looked back at the burning body of the B.O.W in the street 'And stay down' Natasha Romanoff thought to herself.

Chapter 4

LOCATION: The Streets of Racoon City

"Whe-, where are we going" Jill asked as the red-headed Avenger continued to carry her, Jill's proverbial knight in shining...Kevlar?

Natasha doesn't answer Jill's question instead she moved quickly with the S.T.A.R.S officer hanging over her shoulder for support and looking back occasionally to ensure that they hadn't been followed

"I think we're in the clear" Natasha let go of Jill allowing the woman to catch her breath "I hope so" Jill gasped clutching at her hurting ribs, a series of loud gun shots caught both of their attention, a loud explosion soon followed.

Black Widow suspected that it was the U.B.C.S officers she had sighted earlier, given the cops experience with Umbrella she decided that it might not be a good idea to tell her that unfortunately they were going to have to work with the Umbrella mercenaries.

"I saw some soldiers a few blocks down protecting civilians from the Zombies, hopefully they might have somewhere we can find sanctuary for a while" Jill nodded it was a good idea, she quickly became aware that she had been staring at the beautiful Avenger,

Jill felt mortified at herself for being so rude "Let me guess you want a picture" Black Widow smirked causing Jill to cringe

"Sorry, but I've always wanted to meet an Avenger"

Natasha's lips formed a thin line, she didn't like the 'almost celebrity' status that came with being an Avenger and certainly didn't feel like she deserved any admiration, Stark on the other hand lives for the attention, she however was no hero

"Hey, I'm a person just like you" Natasha insisted although it was a lie, she hadn't been a 'person' for a long time now.

"I don't think there's anyone like you Ms Romanoff and for what it's worth you're my favourite Avenger" Natasha smirked at Jill's attempt of flattering her, she didn't need to bother the officer with details of why no one in their right mind should idolise her.

Jill painfully straightens her aching spine stretching her sore arms "So... are there any other Avengers coming to the rescue?" Black Widows gaze dropped slightly

"No, I'm afraid not. The others are currently held up in Wakanda, news of the attack won't reach my teammates in time to come to our aid" Natasha Romanoff was different from her team, the Wild Card, the outcast, the mystery.

However, Natasha Romanoff had proved time and time again that she deserved her status as one of the founding members, since her method of ask questions first, punch later made her the ideal Avenger for S.H.I.E.L.D to pass this mission off onto

"That's a shame, I could sure do with a Thor or a Hulk right now" Natasha smirked again, her smirk was as sharp as glass

"Yeah, you and me both" Natasha supported Jill again as they made a beeline towards the sound of gunfire.

"Everyone, follow my men!" yelled a male voice most definitely a soldier Natasha thought as she made a quick assessment, he certainly had the build of a soldier, but his hair made her pause a complete fluffy mess on the soldier's head,

she wondered if the hair was an intentional fashion statement or just poor upkeep.

The soldier suddenly took notice of the two women

"Hey ladies its not safe on the streets!" he yelled and seeing that one of them was injured he approached to help, that was until he noticed that one of them was the Black Widow

"Oh wow, we had no idea an Avenger would be in the city" both Natasha and Jill simultaneously rolled their eyes.

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#natasha romanov #black widow #jill valentine #resident evil #black widow fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #fluff #zombies #natasha romanoff #resident evil fanfiction #wattpad #girl crush #badass women #fanfiction #marvel crossover #marvel cinematic universe #crossover

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immorker · 8 months ago

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First post on tumblr, if the tags are wrong please tell me about it Works for #horrortember 1. AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN WHAT I DESERVE, FOR MY TEETH TO JUST FALL OUT: body horror, parasite, gore Well it's more of a weird sensation when you get something stuck in your teeth. Greens, meat fibers.

The toothpick doesn't help you, so you go to the mirror, you're going to take care of the problem.

But in the reflection you see something strange, something...alive. upd: I can't stop thinking about dental nerves, ha.

2. BUT THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT’S REAL: pretending to be human, identical, visceral I guess we're done pretending to be a nightmare, huh? Everyone around you already knows who you are. Take your heart in your hands and think - who are you with?

3. WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF: vampires, zombies, werewolves

Simple here. The moment, the daze when you're already out of the dark, but you hear a growl behind you and your adrenal glands start going crazy, releasing a shocking dose of catecholamine into your bloodstream.

4. IT’S ALWAYS BEST WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF: music, silence, echoes

Visualization to the album Apocryphos - Atrementia.

disruption of the connection of identity and one's name

5. BURIED ABOVE THE GROUND: dust, overgrown, forgotten

A strange silent forest through which you must pass, for a feat no one wants to accomplish. And as you get closer, you begin to realize - it's not clods of dust, it's not tangles of grass, it's...it was once people.

#horrortember 2024 #horror #horrorart #digital art

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srarizard · 1 year ago

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Back on my Rayman bullshit.

I literally have nowhere to talk about Rayman but the Tumblr tag seems to be popping so here goes. I am probably the only person on planet Earth who cannot stop thinking about Reflux. I will always be critical of Rayman 3 for its very surface level characters and unfunny "humor", but it still has a lot of environmental storytelling if you look for it. For example, there is plenty of evidence to suggest that the Knaaren are bipedal toads.

Artistic liberties were taken, of course, but it's almost a perfect match. It also explains the dot on his forehead, as most toads have warts all over. The warts only become more prominent during the final boss battle, too.

Not to mention, the tunnel system they live in is directly outside of a ravine full of poisoned water. This implies that there might have been a time when they were semi-aquatic. They also have flat teeth, with no canines. I like to think it's because they are herbivores forced to feast on whatever they can find, because they have no plants within miles to feed on. It would explain why they prefer the brain, as it's squishy and easy to chew, as well as the zombie eggs that are the only notable, reliable food source seen in the desert.

Now, what about the way that they evolved? Most of this is speculation, but I can at least tie it together. Knaaren are invincible canonically. Reflux contradicts this in two ways; he has defeated other Knaaren to claim the title of champion, and he dies at the end of Rayman 3. It can only be concluded that he isn't a "normal" Knaaren, and the best way to explain this is to acknowledge the fact that the champion receives the power of the Leptys. Not only is Reflux the only Knaaren to use magic, his boss battle is, quite frankly, insane. I just replayed it yesterday, and it came extremely close. It's possible he used his power to exhaust the other Knaaren to the point where they can no longer fight in order to claim the title of champion using those powers.

In theory, it can also be said that the power of the Leptys creates a weakness. God powers must take a lot of energy to channel no matter what sort of creature you are. So, in theory, Reflux was burning the candle at both ends, pridefully striking down challengers and assuming that he would never be defeated with how much power he has come to earn. He becomes a monster in his thirst for revenge at the end of the game, which ultimately kills him. What this implies about the Leptys is vague, but it certainly has something to do with the deity.

Now, this is my favorite part. Reflux is actually the only character Rayman has ever done wrong. I'd say he's the only one Rayman ever killed, but uh, depends on your view of canon, so I'll be focusing on what is undeniable. Rayman blasts into the desert without warning, and granted it's to save his friend, but he ruins Reflux's life in doing so. He had no choice but to become the champion and shame his opponent. Reflux made his entire identity on being champion, and eagerly accepts when André promises the ability to claim revenge. Rayman was just supposed to be a fun exercise for him, and now Reflux finds himself outcast due to an outsider who doesn't even want to be champion. It's the fault of his pride, but it is still a way that Rayman has made someone's life worse.

It's also interesting to think of them as cultural opposites. Rayman comes from a lovely dream world, and Reflux comes from a hellish nightmare that he had to claw his way to the top. Rayman was born a hero, and Reflux had to earn it. Ubisoft really shot themselves in the foot by not expanding on that, I think. They could have really made something out of the contrast of dreams and nightmares.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED talk. If you read this far, please stan Reflux.

#rayman #rayman 3 #knaaren #blorbos #long post #hyperfocus moment

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irlkisukeurahara · 2 years ago

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Gonna rant about my Pokémon AU again

Rose's Darkest Day happened a little over three years ago. November will mark the fourth year since it occurred. Ever since that day, Leon has been suffering from a severe delusion. He thinks that Eternatus killed him. That he died protecting Hop and that everything he's done was in vain, and now he exists as nothing but a dead husk of a man, a zombie. He consistently believed this for a year and a half.

And Raihan believed it wholeheartedly at first. He was convinced that Leon was right, that he was dead and brought back to life at the mercy of God. He walked on eggshells around him, thinking that if he did something wrong Leon's life would be revoked again. He couldn't lose him again.

He had to force Leon to eat. Leon was convinced that there was no point in eating because he was a corpse, but Raihan occasionally managed to convince him to feed himself and stay alive. This was a constant for a year and a half, until Leon slowly started to realize he was alive. Then Raihan realized Leon was delusional.

But Leon wasn't clear of this delusion forever. Leon doesn't know yet, but he has Bipolar Disorder. When on an upswing, he believes he's alive and enjoys being alive. But, during a depression, he's back into believing he's a corpse. He falls back into nihilism and starving. Raihan doesn't know how to deal with Leon's issues. He asks anyone and everyone close to Leon for help. Sonia just said to not encourage his beliefs. Kazarah (OC) said to not mention it whenever he's not delusional. Hop ignored his messages entirely. Raihan tries his best, but he continues to struggle.

As it turns out, when Leon almost died against Eternatus, the blast mutated his body. His DNA was altered, making him part Eternatus. He becomes a Dynamax Energy hotspot, allowing anyone to Dynamax if they're within a stadium's distance of him, even in other regions. The more intense revelation of this, however, is Eternatus State.

Whenever Hop is threatened, his mind flashes back to the day he almost died. And as such, his body is overtaken with fear and rage. And Eternatus takes over. He becomes animalistic and violent to protect Hop, attacking with claws and tearing people's flesh with his teeth and cannibalizing it. He could also use Eternatus' moveset in this state, but it's rare for him to do so as he's mindless and running on adrenaline.

The start of a Bipolar Depression episode always starts with a nightmare of when he "died." And as he lays there helplessly in his dream world, the Eternatus State triggers in his sleep. He snarls and growls, scratching scars into the mattress. As one attempts to wake him up, he'll impulsively attack to defend himself. He then snaps back into himself, and sees the person there with a claw mark on their face or chest. And then he panics. Especially when it happened before he was aware of Eternatus State.

Leon is convinced he's a demon, a monster. Hop had already been considered monsters by their mother and grandparents because he inherited their father's psychic powers. Now Leon was a monster in a literal sense. He struggled to grapple with reality. What was he supposed to do?!

He's a helpless and dangerous walking corpse.

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lolipoptheclown · 1 year ago

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Ranting about my Spooky Month OCs cause I love them

(this will be very long)

Michelle

My first Spooky Month OC, she is kind of more of a self-insert than an OC though. She has blonde messy hair, I have blonde messy hair, she only ever wears sweaters, I only ever wear sweaters, she loves clowns, I love clowns, etc. She is also the only one who doesn't have a last name. I can't choose one that would fit her lmao. She has a reoccurring nightmare, but she always forgets it when she wakes up. She has the third most tragic backstory probably, and when the new episode comes out she's gonna be having a great time:333

Carolynn Parker

My second one. She actually is a replacement for my ex-bestfriends OC, which is why she doesn't have too much lore, causing her to not really have a very traumatic backstory. Her only actual issues is that she's insecure and she hates her job lmao. I had to create her so I could continue with Michelle's story, she is very much a side character. I love her though, she's so silly. Her and Michelle are kinda sibling coded lol.

Castor Hemlock

Third OC. Coming up with his name was probably the most difficult part. He is actually named after 2 plants. The Castor Oil Plant and the Water Hemlock, cause, you know, he lives in the woods. He's definitely my favorite, I love drawing him so much. He's my only OC that doesn't hate Bob Velseb, is actually friends with him. He is also kinda friends with Skid and Pump too. He doesn't know about Bob trying to kill them, if he did figure it out then he would've probably killed Bob himself tbh. Scares people for absolutely no reason other than to be annoying. He is always full of anxiety, under constant stress for like no reason. He has a reoccurring nightmare about Eyes. He can also transform his body to look more scary, growing fangs and claws, and his eyes turning black with white glowing pupils. Usually it's unintentional, because it usually happens when he's like way too stressed for his own good. He gets this thing where his teeth feel like they are itching, which usually causes that to happen. He's a bit too silly sometimes. He doesn't mean to cause any harm to anyone though, he tries his best to keep himself in check.

Helen Collins

(warning for mentions of how she died)

My newest one, I created her last night actually. I don't have much for her story yet, still working on it, but I have a few ideas. She is a zombie, but is not aggressive. She doesn't eat anything, and she barely ever blinks, which causes her to not see very well. She is usually extremely calm. She used to be the most aggressive and anger-driven person ever, but after not getting much social interaction for like years, her concept of emotions has kind of been destroyed. If she finds herself needing to escape a situation, she can turn herself into a ghost and run away. Nobody can see her when she does that, except if she chooses to let you. She was strangled to death. She also has autopsy scars, and she can't put herself under too much physical stress or else it will hurt her. She mostly just wanders aimlessly at night, and goes back to her grave at sunrise. Castor has tried to scare her once but he pulled away because of how fucking cold she is LMAO. If you live close to the graveyard she has most likely watched you sleep (she isn't trying to be creepy, she just has literally zero social skills).

That's all!!!

#i love my ocs so much #spooky month oc #two of my ocs are gonna correlate with eachother at some point try to take a guess on which ones:3 #(there are hints in the text)

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kevindaydayiseveryday · 1 year ago

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Being immortal does not mean ‘immunity.’ Since I was first locked in here, my symptoms of yellow fever have only gotten words, and according to the ghost of my grandmother, I will eventually die, it’s just going to be a lot longer. Likely, the starvation will take me out first.

My throat always itches these day, burning from the lack of water and swollen from my attempt to eat rotting flesh. It took what I can only assume to be years before I managed to successfully tear the stone away from grandfather’s casket. He hasn’t stopped chiding me since. I cut my hair using a knife i found in his pocket. It’s already dull. When did I find it?

I don’t think I’ll need to cut my hair soon. It’s been falling out in large clumps, which makes for a nice pillow at night. I can’t tell when it’s night or day anymore. Was there ever a time that I could? My stomach broils from heat, bugs and emptiness. My eyes burn worse each day from shitting and pissing nearby. My night dress is almost completely gone, it wasn’t made for stone, dirt and possible madness. I’m still debating that with my doctor, Dr. Spider. My last doctor, Dr. Worm, died in a case of tragic misstep. Dr. Spider will live longer, I hope.

When the door opens to the mausoleum, I must say I wasn’t expecting it. A young person stands in front of me— what separates people again? Age, perhaps. Unlike me, their back is straight, the bones perfectly unified together. I smile, and unto them, “Welcome into my home. Here, you, too, can live forever! I think it’s the air.” They stare blankly at me. “Ah! Gender. That’s what you are! A boy! Or are you a girl? I was a girl once. Yes, just like grandmother here. Say hello, grandma!” I gesture over to the woman, who sits in her special rocking chair, made just for her, sewing me a new dress. It was supposed to be done ages ago, but fashion is always worth the wait.

The person swallows, not moving away from the door to drink the tea I hold out to them. Their mouth moves repeatedly in what I think must be horror, and then they scream and stutter back. “You’ve frightened grandma! Don’t be making such noises. Grandma, don’t worry. I think he just woke from a nightmare.”

The creature’s mouth widens in a smile, revealing rotten gums without any teeth. It’s eyes are yellow and the skin around them peels away. It’s covered in blood, head to toe and I can feel my heart pounding, but I can’t run, my legs refuse shake at the thought, so I just keep moving slowly back, hands swinging behind me to try and balance my movement. The sounds the beast make are high pitched, a banshee made of shadows, broken bones and peeling skin. It holds water in what must’ve been hands at one point, and even the water is disgusting to look at. Brown with hints of yellow, likely pee or mold. It scratches at its neck, long fingernails tearing at the swollen, red lumps and blistering welts.

I lose my balance and throw up, vomit spewing all over the floor. The monster moves towards me, it’s voice almost cooing in low wails that almost sound like words.

I wish it had stayed in the mausoleum, so that I never would’ve had to have seen the worms, only noticeable in the moonlight. Hundreds of them dig in its skin, white and pink, long and squish.

It almost touches me, almost covers me in the same junk, but even crawling backwards I can move faster. I scream again, and this time, Judy hears me. She’s calling for me but I don’t have the words in my throat, just more screaming and shrieking.

Judy’s gun goes off, and for a moment, the creature is down, but it gets back up and continues to slowly creep towards me. I finally find my feet and start running, looping around the thing to get over to the safety of Judy— thank god for her gun, it’s the only time I’ll ever be grateful for the stupid thing— and hide behind her.

“Is that a fucking zombie? What the hell Jasper!”

“I don’t fucking know! It came out of the fucking family mausoleum over there. So yeah, probably a zombie. Holy shit we just discovered zombies what the actual fuck. We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die! We’re actually going to die right now.” Judy slaps my face, though it’s at an awkward angle so it’s not ver effective, while the other hand holds and points the pistol. Judy shoots again, and again the monster stumbles backwards, hitting the ground. It moans and sputters in various high and low pitches.

It’s hand digs into its side and digs out one of the bullets, as well as a ton of viscera coating the nails. It’s eyes lock onto mine and it clutches the bullet in its hand and begins to wails. I notice Judy’s hands shake. The zombie crosses its legs and looks up towards the sky and wails again. “Blow it’s brains out.” Judy doesn’t reply. “Come one already! Fucking shoot it! It’s already dead and you could save humanity from what I’ve released. Judy! Please!”

Judy lowers her gun and hands me the gun, slowly shaking her head. “I can’t. I don’t—I don’t know… it’s human, jasper. Or at least it was… you shoot it.”

“I’ve never shot a damn thing in my life, there’s no chance I’m hitting that things head from over here.”

“What do we do then?”

I breathe in slowly and pull out my phone. “Call the cops. Get the military involved.”

“We’ll get arrested for trespassing.”

“We have two options: get arrested, or start the zombie apocalypse. I’m choosing lying about why we’re here!” I call the cops.

The second time something knocks me back, I stay on the ground. My eyes well with tears and I begin to sob. All I wanted was another friend. Someone else to talk to! I lock eyes on the person— two persons?— and scream at them, begging to them, “Why? What did I do? I didn’t hurt you! I wasn’t going to—“ my voice hitches when I notice the stars. In all the years I spent with grandma and grandpa and the rest of my family, I had never seen the stars. I can feel the wounds on and in my throat reopening as I scream, and the blood tries to choke me. I keep screaming, drop the bullet and clutch at the grass. Dirt, not blocked by stone slips through my hand and I even pull away a flower. I don’t remember when I last saw a flower. Likely, it’s been since I was first locked up.

I feel the bones in my hands shatter as I dig deeper into the ground, but moving seems impossible under the sky and in fresh air. It’s cool out. There’s a breeze and dew on the grass. I never want to go inside again. I lay back and count the constellations.

The FBI comes, as well as military men. Judy and I are taken to a safe place for interrogation and decontamination. No charges are pressed for trespassing, but we do spend days in some base. We’re shown the person occasionally, asked about the behavior she showed before versus the behavior she shows now.

A human woman. Her clothes are likely to be from the 1760’s or so. Hundreds of years old. Despite two gun shots, extreme dysentery, yellow fever, dehydration, starvation, rotting and infected wounds/ skin, as well as a lot more they haven’t told us about— her somehow still beats, and her brain still scans to show she’s living. It’s functioning correctly in every way, though they can see on the scans she’s been through a lot of emotional and physical trauma in her life. You could also just tell that by looking at her.

The current assumption is she was kidnapped and locked in the mausoleum weeks ago, though it’s hard to get DNA properly off of her, and it fails to explain the yellow fever and clothing. Not to mention the fact that her physical trauma seems to be healing expeditiously faster with treatment than it should. Technically, she shouldn’t even be able to stand, but her body refuses to collapse, rest even for a moment. For obvious reasons, she gets upset inside or trapped in places, so the makeshift infirmary they’ve set her up in has a glass ceiling.

I know it’s not much of an ending, and maybe one day I’ll continue, but for now— enjoy!

when you were 16 years old, in the late 18th century, you contracted a severe case of yellow fever. When you got the fever, your family sealed you in their family mausoleum for centuries. Unfortunately, this was the moment you found out you were immortal…

#my writing #my art #writing prompts #story prompts #zombie #zombies

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ace-mob-boss · 2 years ago

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So I have these kind of like. Delusions idk, like, I see monsters both of my own making and fictional game shit and whenever I'm alone for the most part, but occasionally even if someone's in the room asleep with me I can see this shit so vividly but at the same time not at all

Like. I also know it's fake. I'm a very logical person at heart and I KNOW it's fake but it's so hard to just know it because it's not even regular zombie kinda shit. It's like recently its been banbans play house or wtv the fuck it is but I've mainly been seeing the white one peek up places, the bird basically behind my eyelids, the red one jump scares(using jump scares vaguely because its kimda just like, lying in wait for me without doing something but yheres an underlying dangerous intent) the intent to kill and the blue one crawls on the ceiling and tries to eat me, basically just like in game.

It's just been getting worse and worse, but my own monsters are semi worse even though when I have the banban shit I don't see them as often. And there's one that's conditional that only shows up when I'm at my aunts house that's like. This homeless man and I really can't with this shit. It makes my hair stand on end and I wanna shake my hands and scream and everytime I run to my room after turning all the lights off in the house, especially if my door was open, I have to scan all the corners of my room and bed to see if SOMETHING is there.

I really just don't know how to deal with it. Like, especially because some of them are just really tall and lanky and murky black masses with maybe just eyes or just teeth but some just hover behind me waiting and others crawl on the ceilings waiting. They show up most often when I'm washing the dishes alone and everyone else in the house is asleep. I just. It's so hard cus there's so many things that are just different about me nd I can't bro. I also feel like such a pick me whenever I try to bring it up cus It makes me feel like i made it all up but I DIDNT. And I really just don't know what to do.

If I think about it it's always been like this. When I was smaller I use to see them but they were more rule based and I ONLY saw them when I was trying to go to bed. I remember all of yjem and they sound silly to people but they truly scared me.

I have vivid nightmares surprisingly as well, they're not od the monsters I actually SEE though. They're still made up but they often involve people who are close to me in REAL LIFE and I always die. Since I was at least 6. I use to play plants VS zombies and I had to stop because I'd have such vivid dreams of them breaking into my house, killing my family and id either get caught alive and be eaten alive after being bum rushed or I'd starve to death under my bed. And there are some other ones from my dreams and they sound so STUPID.

IVe only had such bad dreams on scales like that like two or three times since the beginning of 2022 now but they're so vivid and undeniably scary. I ponder if it's schizophrenia but I just don't know and I don't want to sound crazy or be treated like a liar or a pick me. I just wanna be able to be in my house alone and relax yhe whole time without trying to keep my self occupied for as long as possible before the monsters show up or I start thinking that they're there. Can it even count as schizophrenia if I know the delusions are fake?

#schizophrenia #maybe #i really dont know #what im talking about #im just trying to explain as best as i can #and its so hard #i dont know what to tag this #or what to do #god dammit

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appri-dot · 3 years ago

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It's my art I get to make the hc design!

#tw teeth #inscryption #inscryption mycologist #mushroom parasite stuff always freaked me out #because of three very upsetting things in my past #one i was horribly afraid of zombies and bugs #2 i watched ants Canada alot n saw those freaky ant mushroom zombies in thumbnails from other clickbait videos #last of us was extremely popular in that time #recipe for nightmares #so yeah i get to make them dogboys!#tw body horror #?#ask 2 tag

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jjungkookislife · 4 years ago

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Turn to Stone

❄ pairing: gorgon!jimin x elemental!reader

❄ genre: established relationship, supernatural au, smut [18+]

❄ summary: Childhood best friend turned boyfriend has only wanted one thing in his life, to be able to look you in the eyes without the risk of turning you into stone. The last (and only) time it occurred, it was nearly fatal for you but with your anniversary coming up, he’s willing to give it another go.

❄ wc: 8.4k

❄ warnings: cursing, mention of (possible) death/dying due to jimin’s powers, mention of potions and (actual) potion drinking, mention of nightmares, jimin wears sunglasses for most some of the fic ‘cause his gaze is killer (literally), reader generates ice (yes, like elsa), making out, breast play, marking (scratching, hickeys, biting, brusing), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), ice play, hair pulling, handjob, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie

❄ date: October 13, 2021

Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock on the far wall struck the seconds away. Just a few more, and class would finally be dismissed. Your boyfriend sat beside you, eyeing the clock just as anxiously, needing to get across campus for his next one and if he wanted to get his preferred seat (near the back but in the middle), he had to book it before the ogres got on the sidewalk. Sometimes he wishes he was a vampire bat like his friend, San, but unfortunately for him, he was just a gorgon.

“Come on,” Jimin grits, sweat beading on his hairline. The snakes on his head hiss and he shushes them before Dr. Frankie Stein finally dismisses the class.

“Finally!” Jimin huffs as he shoves his belongings into his bookbag, his hand reaching out for yours. You take it, all your books already shoved in your bookbag as you rise to your feet.

“I thought class would never end,” you complain as Jimin leads you down the hallway, chatter filling the hall as classes are dismissed all around you.

“I almost got up and left. I’d rather get a dirty look from Stein than have the ogres step on me. The last time I stood in their vicinity, one sneezed and I got covered in snot. Do you know how hard it is to get ogre snot out of snakes?” Jimin shudders at the memory, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his side.

“No?” you respond, narrowly avoiding a groaning zombie.

“It’s a whole affair, babe. I had to call my mother for help,” Jimin sighs heavily, shaking his head. He freezes when his sunglasses slide down his nose a mere millimeter, but that’s enough to cause panic. He quickly pushes them up, scolding himself for being so careless.

“How’s your mother?” You ask as you look at your boyfriend briefly before moving out of the way as a fairy flies by.

“She’s doing well,” Jimin states, quickening his pace when he hears the first thunderous step of the ogres on the sidewalk. He can see his arts and humanities building up ahead, and he nearly throws you over his shoulder in his panic to get there fast. “She’s looking forward to seeing us the day after our anniversary.”

“Oh? Do you have a surprise planned?” you tease, and Jimin’s snakes, Milo, Evie, Raythe, Hyde, and Levi hiss in your direction while Jimin tries (and fails) to bite back a smile.

“No, just dinner,” he fibs, his snakes swaying on top of his head. Jimin shushes them with a roll of his eyes, wishing he’d enchanted them to stay still this morning, but he was running late as always and hadn’t had the time. He was definitely regretting it now.

“Just dinner?” you ask, stepping into your building, taking the first left down a hallway to arrive at your classroom. You linger beside the door, out of the way of any students, as you reach forward to pet Milo. Jimin’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink, avoiding your gaze.

“Sounds like he’s keeping a secret, huh, Milo?” You ask sweetly. Milo bobs his head up and down in response, tongue sticking out in a hiss.

“Milo!” Jimin grits his teeth as he reaches into his bookbag, searching for a few moments before he’s taking out a small white spray bottle with a picture of a sleeping snake. “Time for a nap.”

“Goodnight Milo,” you whisper as Jimin sprays his hair and snakes. They yawn before settling on his head and he brushes them into place. He sighs, “I’ll be here after class, babe. We’ll get lunch together, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, pressing a kiss to his lips before he’s rushing off to his classroom. You watch him run down the hall, wondering what the big surprise is for your anniversary tomorrow. It would be Halloween, and you had planned to hand out candy to all the boys and ghouls before heading out to dinner, but knowing you’d be seeing his family the following day also meant your family would be present as well. Your mother, father, or sister hadn’t mentioned anything the last time you had spoken to them, which had been a few nights ago, so you couldn't help but be curious.

Halloween was a major holiday, and every year your university went all out in preparation. However, classes would still resume the day before, but you usually had a few days off after the holiday. You wonder why your parents hadn’t said anything about this year’s celebrations?

It was rather odd considering they lived next door to Jimin’s family, which was how you met over fifteen years ago. The two of you grew up together, thick as thieves and your families couldn’t keep the two of you apart, which was hard when your elemental powers came in at the age of seven.

Ice generation.

That was your elemental power, and if one more asshole called you Elsa, you’d freeze them. Okay, you probably wouldn’t because it was against school rules, but you’d freeze their book bag if they so dared. You’d gotten very good at controlling your powers, even being awarded a few prizes for entering contests and pageants throughout your years, and now you were capable of holding Jimin’s hand without freezing it. Although your hands were never truly warm for long, somehow Jimin managed to warm them up, leaving a trace of that warmth long after he’d let go.

Jimin.

His name alone is enough to put a smile on your face and an extra pep in your step. He’d been your best friend growing up, always by your side through the toughest times and through the better times. The poor boy had been caught up in your icy misadventures time and time again while you learned how to control your powers but even then, he never complained. Sure, once or twice as teens your tongues froze together after a few heated kisses in his bedroom but those were minor accidents… accidents his parents had to, unfortunately, witness when you had to call for help.

The both of you were glued at the hip since you could walk. Hell, it had been Jimin who had learned first and then held your hand when his wobbly legs settled and he wanted you beside him. It had always been Jimin, and it would always be Jimin at your side. Nothing could ever change that, not even after the incident.

The Incident. That’s what your families called it and nobody held any malice towards each other. After all, with the two of you together, it was bound to happen one day or another, either you to Jimin or he to you. It just happened to be Jimin to do it first, and that one time was enough for him to exceed great caution when it came to you. Caution that he still kept up out of fear of hurting you again, or worse, killing you.

It had been a normal fall day like any other. The wind blowing dead leaves off the trees into your yard, littering it in orange, reds, and yellows. The crunch beneath your boots had a satisfied smile on your lips as you jumped from leaf pile to leaf pile with Jimin at your side. Your powers had just started manifesting, so your hands were covered in winter gloves, but Jimin didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he wore a matching pair with your initials and his embroidered in a heart on the palm of his gloves.

Laughing and squealing, the two of you chased each other around the yard while your mothers conversed on the porch, your little sister on your mother’s lap, tugging at her dress to get her attention. However, it only took a second for your bone-chilling scream to cut through the air.

It had been an accident, only an accident, but that alone was enough to prove nearly fatal. It wasn’t like Jimin knew his powers were going to go haywire that day. After all, his snakes had been very docile as of late just like they had always been. You’d both gone in the direction of the biggest leaf pile in the center of the yard, running toward it from opposite directions, but you were both too excited to take turns and bumped into each other. Your head hurt, but you didn’t cry. In fact, you’d been happy to have cushioned Jimin’s fall, smiling at him when you placed your hand on his cheek to assure him you were fine.

That’s when it happened. Without warning, his eyes met yours and for a split second, they turned bright, flashing a neon green before you felt your fingers starting to harden. It quickly spread through your arm and that’s when you screamed out of fear. Terror rattled your bones as your mothers rushed toward you, little sister in tow, as they ran as fast as they could.

Jimin will never tell you how your terrified scream will echo in his nightmares on nights when you aren’t asleep by his side despite you forgiving him for it years ago and him working on forgiving himself, he’ll always hear your screams on his worst nights.

Jimin’s mother, Luna, acted quickly, ensuring your mother that you’d be fine. She scooped you up in her arms, telling her to look away from Jimin in fear that she or your little sister would fall under his gaze and suffer the same fate as you. Your mother, worried but trusting her friend, does as she’s told, shielding your sister’s eyes with her hand for extra protection. Tears of worry fill her eyes but they remain unshed, needing to put on a strong front so as to not cause you more panic.

“Jimin, come with me,” Luna instructed her son as she carried you in the direction of their home as quickly as possible. “You can come in a few minutes.” The words were directed at your mother, who sniffled and nodded in response, worried for her child and petrified of what could happen if an antidote wasn’t given.

Jimin ran after his mother, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he went, clinging to the hem of her dress as they stomped into the home, bypassing the living room to head straight for the kitchen. You froze in fear, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as your arm crackled and the stone seemed to spread higher. You knew if it spread to your heart, it would be the end of you. You were lucky Jimin’s power hadn’t settled in completely, or you’d have died in an instant.

“Come here, baby,” Jimin’s mother called to her son, opening a drawer in the kitchen and handing him a pair of sunglasses. She got down to his height, wiping his tears. “You are not to take these off under any circumstances when you’re not at home. Always keep extra pairs on you at all times, okay? We can’t have this happening again.”

Jimin nodded in understanding, his breath shaky as he put the sunglasses on, his world now tinted in blue. He met your gaze and you smiled at him weakly. Luna turned to you, handing you a tissue before she opened a first aid kit she kept on the counter at all times. She rifled through it for a moment as your mother walked in with your sister in tow on her hip.

“She’s going to be just fine,” Luna assured her as she grabbed a small vial with a blue liquid. “Open up, Y/n.”

You did so, drinking from the vial. The liquid tasted like blueberries, overtly tart with a sickeningly sweet scent. You gagged, coughing, and spluttering before you felt your arm go numb as the stone quickly receded. It took a minute or so for your arm to go back to normal, flexing your fingers and wiggling your wrist to see if you had full function of it. You did, and your mother instantly relaxed, standing by your side and plastering wet kisses all over your face.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you assured her as you wiped your cheeks. Your mother smiled, plopping down on a kitchen chair to rest her panicked body. Your sister was handed off to Luna as your mother fanned herself. “I have some extra vials here I’ll send home with you three,” Luna’s mom said as she rocked your sister gently. “It’ll help if Y/n ever freezes Jimin or someone by accident. As long as it doesn’t hit their heart, they can recover.”

“Thank you,” your mother whispered, hugging you again before releasing you. You immediately ran to Jimin, who was still crying. You wrapped your arms around him to give him a big squeeze.

“I’m alright, Jimin. Please don’t cry,” you stepped back to look at him, his sunglasses impeding you from seeing his eyes. You pouted. Would you never be able to look at them again? Your heart sank in your chest.

“I-I hurt you,” he sobs, his little fists rubbing his eyes as he tried to breathe but he just hiccupped instead.

“But your mommy fixed it. See,” you showed him your hand, but Jimin still cried and you hugged him again, your glove-clad hands petting his snakes, who seemed to also be pouting with him.

You held him for a long while, assuring him you were fine until eventually, he stopped crying. His streaky cheeks felt stiff, but that didn’t stop you from pressing your lips to his skin. His face flushed with heat, your mother's stifling knowing smiles when they shared a gaze.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jimin’s face so red before.

Jimin had dressed to the nines for your anniversary tonight. He’d spent hours in his bathroom in your shared apartment getting ready and now that you were blessed with his presence, you found it hard to keep your mouth from watering.

Jimin smirks, loving your reaction as he fixes his glasses and pats his breast pocket to make sure his backups are nestled inside. Tonight, his hair is slicked back, snakes enchanted to sleep and transformed into plain hair. He’d even added some colorful streaks to his blonde hair. Needless to say, Jimin looked good enough to eat… and you planned to do just that at the end of the night.

“Ready, beautiful?” he asks as he turns to face you, jaw-dropping when he takes in your appearance. You’ve worn a black dress with slits on both sides that nearly reach your hip, your breasts threaten to spill out of the sweetheart neckline, and your neck is adorned in a pearl necklace he gifted you for your birthday last year. Your hair falls in waves at your shoulders, your lips painted a ruby red, and your makeup bold and dark to match your dress. Jimin’s in love with you, that much he knows, but when he fully takes you in, he wonders how you’re able to make him feel like a foolish love-stricken teenager all over again.

“Wow!” he exclaims, nearly breathless. Your beauty is outstanding, out of this world and the next and he realizes how blessed he truly is to be able to call you his. “Wow.”

“What?” you preen under his gaze, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. “Warlock got your tongue?”

“No,” Jimin chuckles, shaking his head. “You look amazing, baby. I’m half-tempted to cancel our evening and eat you instead.”

“Thank you, Minnie. You look hot as fuck,” you giggle, admiring his hair that’s still for once. “I’m gonna miss Milo and the gang for dinner though.”

“Sure, so you end up feeding them and I get crumbs in my hair?” Jimin teases, his hand on your lower back as he leads you toward the front door. His hand raises the bottom of your dress so you won’t trip or step on it with your heels. You grab your clutch off the back of the couch on your way, making sure you’ve got everything you need before stepping out of your apartment and into the night.

Celebrations are going on all around you. Fireworks light up the sky and the night is filled with chatter and laughter as you walk along the Riverwalk. Jimin has his arm wrapped around your waist, rubbing your back in slow circles as you go.

Dinner had been amazing. All your favorites were on the menu and you ate until you couldn’t stomach another bite. However, Jimin had plans for dessert and the two of you ended up at your favorite ice cream shop, sharing a sundae before ending your evening with a walk by the river.

The lively atmosphere made you grin, feeling glad to live in the City of Hallows, safe from any threats of the human world.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Jimin asks with a teasing smile as the two of you spot an empty bench. You head toward it, your hand clasped in Jimin’s, careful not to trip over your dress or accidentally flash anyone.

Jimin helps you onto the bench, holding your dress for you until you’re settled and have one leg crossed over the other. Your thigh makes an appearance and Jimin swallows thickly, placing his hand on your knee.

A small smile is on your lips, placing your hand over his and lacing your fingers together. “Tonight has been wonderful, baby. You’ve really made our anniversary so special.”

“There’s one more thing,” Jimin grins, excitement bubbling over his features. His smile is radiant as he takes his hands in his breast pocket.

“There’s more?” you ask, puzzled.

“Yes, love. Do you remember Jungkook?” Jimin asks as he takes a box out of his pocket and holds it in his hands; they tremble slightly.

“That vampire friend of yours?” you recall, brows furrowing. What did he have to do with your gift?

“Yes, he introduced me to a warlock that just moved here a few months ago with his wife. I taught Jungkook a lullaby and he introduced me to the warlock, Hoseok, in return. Hoseok and I have been working for months on your gift and we’ve tested it and it works. I also have an antidote in case of an emergency but I don’t think we’ll need it.” Jimin explains showing you a small glass vial with a cork lid that contains a deep purple liquid.

“What is it exactly?” befuddled, you quirk your head.

“It’s a potion. A potion that will let me look you in the eyes again… without my sunglasses.” Jimin bites his bottom lip nervously. He’d been thrilled with the possibility of meeting your gaze once again, of having the ability to look deep in your eyes whenever he wanted to, to make love to you and feel an even deeper connection as you fell apart beneath him, writhing and crying out for him. He wanted you to feel him, to see him, for him to see you without the threat of losing you forever looming over your heads.

It was unfortunate that gorgons could only look other gorgons and their family in the eyes without the need for sunglasses. His mother explained once you and he married, you’d be able to gaze into each other’s eyes without you turning into stone. Marriage was in your future; of that the both of you were sure, but Jimin wanted to see you now, the wait was too long, in his opinion. But maybe he was just a little more desperate since the possibility arose upon talking to Jungkook. Regardless, the potion was here and now. All he needed was your consent.

You’re speechless. Utterly speechless. The cogs in your brain are turning, and yet, you’re not capable of formulating a coherent response.

Seconds tick by, and Jimin is still holding his breath as he awaits your answer. The anticipation and excitement are starting to trickle into anxiety. Was this not something you wanted as well?

“Really?!” you grasp his wrist, careful not to disturb the vial in his hands. Jimin nods enthusiastically, his smile doubling in size.

“Really, love. It works. I can finally look you in the eyes again,” Jimin presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, noting the heat beneath his lips when he does so.

“How long?” you ask, tongue feeling thick with nervousness and excitement. You’re too eager to see his beautiful chocolate brown eyes once again. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to see them and although it’s nighttime now, you hope one day you’ll be able to see them in the sunlight when the sun hits them at the right angle and the warmness of his irises is the same shade as the hot chocolate the two of you used to share as children on Christmas mornings. As bright and beautiful as a new sunrise, and as warm as the noon sky on the hottest summer day.

The windows to the soul, that’s what you’ve heard eyes called and although you knew what his soul contained, his love for you so deep it ran into every last bit of him, consumed him in the best way possible. Still, you yearned confirmation, yearned to see for yourself that the love you held for him was equally returned. To be able to see it with your own eyes and he with yours.

“Twenty-four hours,” Jimin licks his lips nervously. “I have to go through a refractory period of a week in between, but we have exactly twenty-four hours and not a minute more.”

You still can’t believe what he’s telling you. After The Incident you never thought this would be possible. Your emotions whirled inside you like a violent storm, fear, excitement, nervousness, giddiness, it all rumbled and tumbled inside you as you gazed into his sunglasses.

“Let’s go home,” you finally state firmly.

Jimin’s heart sinks in his chest. “Do you not want to do it?”

You place your hand on his, taking the vial from him to place back in its box where it’ll sit safely. You then place the box in Jimin’s breast pocket, placing your hand gently over his heart. It beats erratically under your palm, and you offer Jimin a weak smile.

“I don’t want to do it here. I want the first time I see your pretty eyes to be just for me and nobody else. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you as much as I want. To gaze into your eyes in the privacy of our own home where I can devour you after.” Jimin gulps at your words, nodding as he rises from his seat, reaching his hand out for you to take as you rise.

The both of you hastily head home, ignoring the celebrations around you, too focused on trying out the potion to care about anything else. Nothing could be more important than finally gazing into your boyfriend’s eyes on All Hallows Eve.

Upon returning home, you’re pressed against the door, fumbling hands seeking the house key in your clutch as Jimin kisses your neck, distracting you. You moan, cursing his actions that lead to you dropping your clutch on the floor. You bend at the waist to grab it, opening it and shoving your key into the lock.

Jimin follows you into the apartment, kicking the door shut before he takes the box out of his suit jacket before draping it over the back of the couch. You kick your heels off, stumbling when your strap tangles around your ankle.

Jimin chuckles, his eyes in crescent moons as he does his best to cover his smile with his hand.

“Oh, bite me,” you scowl as you rip the heel off and toss it, grabbing his tie to pull him toward the bedroom. Jimin stumbles after you, arms flailing as you tug him into the bedroom before your lips are on his once again.

The kiss is slow and steady, his hand cupping your face as he gently caresses your cheek. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips, tongue meeting yours as the kiss deepens and arousal pools deep in his belly. A guttural growl escapes him, teeth nipping your bottom lip, tugging it, and earning a wanton moan from your kiss-swollen lips.

“Fuck,” Jimin grunts, his forehead resting on yours. His sunglasses are sitting on his nose, your heart fluttering knowing you’d be able to see his eyes in just a moment. You raise your hand slowly, fingertips grazing his cheek, thumb pressing gently onto the apple of his cheek.

“I love you, no matter what, Jimin.” Jimin nods, swallowing thickly as he moves your hand off his face, turning it to press a featherlight kiss to your wrist.

Heat flushed to your face, avoiding his gaze and biting back a smile. Jimin chuckles at your reaction, kissing your forehead before he takes a step back.

With shaky fingers, he uncaps the glass vial. A swirl of smoke released into the air before the pungent smell of lilac hit his nostrils. Anticipation bubbles in your stomach, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. Cold sweat beads on your hairline as Jimin raises the vial, pressing it to his plush lips before drinking the potion.

Thick silence fills the room, your fists clenched at your sides, nails digging into your palms. Adrenaline pumps through your body, inhaling and exhaling deeply to try and calm yourself. Jimin empties the contents of the vial, setting it on the nightstand after it’s been emptied.

“Jimin,” you whisper hesitantly as you step toward him. A dazzling smile illuminates his angelic face as he opens his arms to welcome you in.

His arms wrap around your waist as you stare at him, eyes squeezing shut as a precaution as your trembling hands reach for his sunglasses. Jimin holds his breath, his heart thundering in his chest, blood rushing in his ears. Slowly, so achingly slow, your shaky fingers remove his glasses. You fumble as you place them on the nightstand beside the empty vial.

Jimin releases a shuddered breath, a ringing in his ears that drowns out your heavy breaths. Your hands reach for him, lacing your fingers together and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you, Jimin,” you say softly, a smile on your lips. You’re not sure if the potion will work, and although Jimin has assured you it has and it will, the little voice in your head has doubts. You’ve survived turning to stone once but you’re not sure if you’d survive it again.

Jimin releases one of your hands, digging in his pants pocket to pull out another vial. He licks his lips, wetting them slightly but his mouth still runs dry. He clears his throat a few times. “I love you too, baby. So much. Open your eyes for me, princess.”

With a heart full of trust, you peer open your eyes and gasp.

The world stops.

Memories swirl in your mind, overwhelming you. Memories of Jimin’s honey eyes when the sunlight hits them just right in the summer after a long day running around in the fields near your homes. Frigid winter days where his eyes were as dark as the coffee your mothers brewed on Christmas morning, in which the both of you would walk into the kitchen holding hands to sit beside your mothers begging for just a sip of the delicious smelling liquid in their favorite mugs. Laughter as the both of you stayed up late during sleepovers, lying beside each other, Jimin’s eyes sparkling bright enough to rival the stars in the sky as you showed him how you had been able to form tiny snowflakes. The both of you huddled under your blankets with a flashlight, your hand sprouting snowflakes and little wisps of snow over the two of you, some landing on Jimin’s snakes, that would hiss and shiver atop his head until you gently pet them back to sleep. Muffled giggles escaping the both of you until your parents would come into your bedroom to tuck you both in again, your gloves placed back on your hands to protect you and Jimin.

“Jimin,” you breathe, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Jimin!” you crash into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

Jimin holds you close, his hand stroking your hair. “Shh, I’m right here, baby. I’m here.”

Sniffling, you laugh through your tears. Your eyes lock on his, your hands cupping his cheeks, his hands on your wrists to hold you in place as he looks adoringly into your eyes. “I’m dreaming.”

Jimin chuckles. “You’re not dreaming, baby.”

“It feels like I am. Jimin, they’re so pretty,” Jimin blushes, his eyes fluttering shut as you gently run your thumb over his eyelid. “So pretty.”

When he feels you move your hand, he opens his eyes once again. Seeing your twinkling eyes without the hindrance of his sunglasses is an entirely new experience. He swears he falls for you all over again.

Jimin doesn’t want to waste any more time, pulling you to him, lips slotting against yours, a perfect fit. The two of you kiss each other hungrily, hands exploring and undressing the other until you’re left in your underwear.

Jimin helps you onto the bed, where you lie on your back while he slots himself between your legs. His eyes take in every inch of you as if seeing you for the first time. He drinks you in, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip as he kisses you again, moaning when your fingers weave through his hair, tugging at the roots.

“Baby,” he groans, melting into you.

His name rolls off your tongue, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Jimin curses, growling before he’s pining your hands to the pillow beneath your head. His eyes are sharp, dark, and dangerous as he looks down at you. You clench around nothing, thighs trying to press together but end up squeezing Jimin’s hips instead.

Jimin smirks, “Who knew you’d be so needy for me just by seeing my eyes again?”

“Please, you had this planned. You had to have an inkling, baby,” you roll your eyes playfully, earning a scoff from your boyfriend.

Before you can say anything else, his lips are on yours again, his hands roaming every delectable inch of your body. A wanton moan escapes you when his hands cup your breasts, thumbs gently rubbing your sensitive nipples until they’re hard. A shaky breath leaves you, back arching into his as his lips suck one nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whimper at the sensation, needing to feel more of him, of his touch. You try to grind your hips on his but he moves out of reach as his fingers pinch and roll your other nipple, gently tugging until you’re moaning and writhing beneath him.

Lust burns in your veins, your pussy pulsating as you yearn to be stuffed with his cock. Jimin listens to your sweet cries, switching from one breast to the other as his hand slides between your bodies, resting over your panty-clad cunt.

“Soaked through these already, love?” He asks with a smug smile on his lips. You nod, thighs quivering as you try to pull him closer. “Perhaps we should get rid of them?” His fingers dance over the thin material, adding pressure to your clit. You whine, begging him to take them off you.

Jimin must be in a giving mood because he easily does as you ask, ripping your panties to shreds. He has the gall to look at you apologetically, “oops.”

“Oops,” you mock. “Jimin.”

“I’ll get you new ones,” he promises, distracted by your thighs parting further. Oh, he’s definitely been missing out on seeing you without his sunglasses. He’s seeing you in a new light, his mouth watering as he takes a thigh into each hand, peppering kisses on one before switching to the other.

Your head lolls back, hands gripping the sheets beneath you as he nips and sucks at the sensitive flesh before his fingers are running over your folds. You’re so wet. So fucking wet. Jimin licks his lips, his fingertips teasingly rubbing your clit lightly to see you writhe, to hear you beg him for more in that breathy tone that makes his cock throb.

When you beg, he gives in. He wants to pleasure you, to see every second of you moaning and coming for him, falling apart until you’re too exhausted to go on, and then beg for more anyway.

Jimin teases your entrance with one finger, pushing in slowly as your hands cup your breasts, stimulating your nipples as you ask him to add a second finger. He does so, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out slowly. His eyes are on your face, taking in every small detail as you allow pleasure to wash over your heated flesh.

You bite your lip in a poor effort to muffle your moans, hair splayed on the pillow, mussed from you writhing under his touch when his lips wrap around your clit. His tongue flicks it, circles around it, and sucks as his fingers fuck you in tandem. A sheen of sweat covers your body and you raise your hand, flicking your fingers to create a soft, barely-there snowfall to cool you off.

Snowflakes fall onto your body, surprising Jimin when they dust his hair. He chuckles, a brow raised as he looks you in the eyes. “Too hot to handle?”

“Extremely,” you admit, moaning when the snowflakes hit your skin and melt almost immediately. You allow the snow to fall for a minute longer before waving them away, thankful to be cooled down somewhat, mind clear enough to focus on your boyfriend and his tongue as it licks and swirls in your cunt. He eats you with reckless abandon, devouring you like a man starved, drawing the most obscene cries he’s ever heard and you’ve ever made. You know you’ll be embarrassed when you run into your neighbors tomorrow morning, but that’s a problem for you in the future.

Your hand reaches down, grabbing a handful of Jimin’s blonde and colorful locks, thankful he’s enchanted his snakes for the night. You loved being able to grab handfuls of his soft tresses, tugging and pulling without being hissed at or bitten. Not that they were ever present in these intimate moments, but sometimes kisses grew a little deeper, hands lingered a little longer until a nip from Milo and the gang ruined it.

Jimin looks up at you from between your thighs, lips, and chin glistening with your arousal. His eyes are dark, hooded as he spreads your lower lips with his fingers, maintaining eye contact while he licks a broad stripe along your folds. It’s erotic, sinful when he does it a second time before diving in, intent on making you come with just his tongue. And he does so with your thighs clamping his head, your hands tugging at his golden locks and your dulcet cries rising in octaves until you’re sobbing his name when your high hits you fast and hard. Jimin doesn’t stop until you’re a trembling mess, nails digging into his scalp almost painfully and thighs threatening to suffocate him. He lives for these moments, loves them immensely.

“Fuck, you nearly drowned me,” he chuckles, licking his lips as he savors your taste. His fingers gently spread your folds, his cock twitching when he sees the creaminess between. “I feel like I’ve been missing out on so much.”

“And now you don’t have to, Minnie. Come here,” you pat the spot beside you and Jimin obeys immediately, kissing your lips and slipping his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

A gasp leaves his lips when your hand wraps around his cock, palming him over his boxers. He groans, his forehead pressed to your shoulders as he watches your hand stroke him. You want to tease him, to have him begging and pleading for more but it’s a special night and you want to please him, to have him trembling like he’d made you just minutes before.

“Lie back,” you say as you scoot out of the way, allowing him to take your spot. He does so, not questioning you as he lays his head on the pillow. You climb over his thick thigh, mouth-watering at the sight of it flexing and you entertain the idea of riding it, but that’s for another day. Right now, his dick is calling for your attention, hard as a rock and still trapped in his boxers.

With quick hands, you’re tugging his boxers down his muscular thighs to discard on your bedroom floor. You nearly drool at the sight of his thick cock lying on his lower abdomen, pre-cum pooling just beneath his belly button.

Jimin wraps his hand around his cock, fisting it once before he’s smearing his pre-cum on the tip of his cock. You watch on with hungry eyes, too eager to get your mouth around him. You kneel between his legs, easily replacing his hand with yours.

“Just like that, baby,” Jimin encourages you with a fiery gaze that has your thighs pressing together. Familiarity guides you as you stroke him, adding the right pressure and going at the right speed. You take a moment to allow saliva to pool in your mouth before you’re spitting on his cock.

Jimin grunts, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue licks him from base to tip, spreading your spit to allow for an easier glide. You take your time licking and teasing his shaft, your warm mouth eventually enveloping him and giving him a gentle suckle. Jimin sits up, resting his weight on one elbow while his other hand grips your hair gently.

Without needing to be prompted, you take him in your mouth. His cock sits heavy on your tongue briefly before you swirl your tongue around the head. Mouth warm and wet as you bob up and down his length, listening to his moans and groans for guidance. Jimin sinks his teeth into his lip, cursing when he hits the back of your throat time and time again. You’re an expert when it comes to giving him head, allowing him to fuck your throat again and again until he’s shooting his load down your throat.

“Fuck, baby. Keep going,” he pleads in a sultry tone. You tongue at his slit, your hand rolling his balls in your palm. When you gag, Jimin groans, wanting to hear more but he resists the urge to fuck your throat, allowing you to go at your own pace. You know what he likes, you know how to get him to the edge, near tears and toes curling if you so wish, so he enjoys your ministrations and moans your name in a breathy tone. A tone so sweet, so pretty it rivals a siren’s.

One of your hands slips between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing it in slow teasing circles as you take the length of his cock down your throat. Jimin’s eyes meet yours, and when your nose meets his pelvis, he knows he’s gone.

Just looking at you on your knees, mouth stuffed with his cock, drool escaping your lips, and your hand between your thighs furiously rubbing your clit because you’re too aroused from sucking his cock to go without any pleasure, is too much for him. A few broken cries of your name escape his pretty lips, eyes squeezed shut as he whimpers a warning of his impending orgasm.

You’re only encouraged by his breathless warning, speeding up and hollowing out your cheeks as you bob up and down. You breathe through your nose, focusing on making your ethereal boyfriend cum and as his hips rise off the bed, hand fisting your hair, and a sob of your name escaping his pouty lips, he cums. Rope after thick rope coats your tongue, filling your mouth as you continue to suck him dry. Jimin whines and whimpers until you release his cock, oversensitivity setting in as you swallow.

With lust-filled eyes he watches you swallow every drop, even collecting the few that have escaped your mouth and coated your lips. Without a second thought, he’s kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue when he’s maneuvering you onto the bed with him on top.

The atmosphere shifts when he’s on top. Gone are the hurried kisses and the almost too harsh gropes. Welcomed are the slow sensual kisses that leave you breathless and the gentle hands that caress every beautiful inch of your body. Jimin’s careful with you, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you as if you’re made of glass. He touches you softly, leaves featherlight kisses on your skin and blooming marks to show where he’s been.

His hands clasp yours, lips moving in perfect sync as the two of you kiss, enjoying one another. There’s been plenty of nights spent like this, wrapped in each other, the world is long forgotten as you make love well into the morning when the sun's rays start to peek over the horizon and through the crack in the curtains in the otherwise dark bedroom. Sweet murmurs of ‘I love you's exchanged in between giggles and kisses, and promises of forever. Moments you’ll cherish for the rest of your life with Jimin, each wrapped up in a pretty bow and locked away in your heart for safekeeping.

Jimin kisses each of your fingertips on your left hand, taking your ring finger a second time to plant a kiss just below the second knuckle. A silent promise to you of his intent to marry you someday in the future. To build a life, a marriage, a family with you without the need for potions to just gaze lovingly in your eyes. The thought makes his heart somersault. Someday you’d be his bride, his wife, the mother of his children, and the thought warms his heart.

You’re both surprised when a tear lands on your cheek, worry reflected in your eyes as Jimin laughs breathlessly. He touches his cheek, feeling the wetness from another tear that’s rolled down his cheek.

“I didn’t realize I was feeling so sentimental,” he chuckles, sniffling as you wrap your arms around him to bring him close. He rests his head between your breasts as you hold him, fingers threading through his hair like you always have when he’s upset and in need of your touch. It soothes him. The action is enough to make him feel safe and comfortable in your hold, knowing you’d be at his side until he was okay once again.

A kiss to his temple has him looking up at you, a smile on his lips when your eyes meet. You poke the tip of his nose with your finger, drawing his attention as you create a circle in the air. A snowflake appears, followed by another and another. Three snowflakes. His initial, a heart, and your initial are all in the air until they flutter onto your skin and melt.

It brings a smile to his face, memories of long ago resurfacing once again as he raises his head and presses his lips to yours. There’s no rush in your kiss, enjoying the taste of the other as you hold each other close.

Long caresses, soft moans, and pleas for more are what lead the two of you to make love. His lips trail kisses from your lips to your neck, not surprised to see you waving your hand to produce a square ice cube in your hand. Jimin takes it, popping it into his mouth to speed up the melting process, slurping the excess water before he’s placing it in his hand.

Jimin’s lips are cold when he kisses you, tongue meeting yours and sucking it into his mouth as he swallows your moans. His fingers grip the melting ice, slowly putting it between your breasts. You gasp, arching into him as he runs the ice over one pert nipple and then the other.

His gaze never falters from yours too enamored with the way your lips part every time you moan, your light twitches, and your eyes rolling back as your head tilts back on the pillow. Your breathing grows heavy, your thighs quiver and another wave of arousal washed over you.

“Jimin,” you moan his name, trembling when the ice melts on your abdomen. The cool water trickles down your side and into the sheets but that doesn’t stop Jimin’s tongue from licking up the remains. You watch with a fiery gaze, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you spread your legs for him, inviting him in.

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice, moving between your supple thighs and you wrap them around him to keep him in place… not that he wants to be anywhere else.

His lips find yours, your hands twine with his as he rocks into you slowly. His soft grunts and your dulcet moan fill the space between you. His hair falls over his eyes, sweat beading on his skin and he makes a poor attempt to blow his hair out of his eyes.

Jimin’s brows furrow, an annoyed look crossing his features as his hair blocks his view of you and your pleasure.

It doesn’t last long, however, because you come to the rescue with your gentle hands, pushing his hair out of his eyes and gripping it as you bring him to your lips for a sweet kiss. Jimin knows he can always count on you, and a grin breaks across his lips as he kisses you and fucks you deeper, making sure you can feel every ridge and inch of his cock. It’s for you. It’s all for you and he’d fill you to the brim with his cock and cum every second of every day if you pleased. He’d do anything for you and he hopes you know that.

“I love you,” you murmur against his lips when your orgasm is near. You’re panting, rocking your hips against his, and trying your best to maintain eye contact. You want your boyfriend to see you come undone, to see every bit of pleasure that he makes you feel. You want Jimin to see every last detail of you coming unhindered by those cursed sunglasses he’s forced to wear to keep you from turning to stone forever.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers in response, you’re answering moan assuring him that you’ve heard him. He kisses you, encouraging you to find your release, to come wrapped around his cock as he grips your hip, moving your leg higher on his waist. He fucks you deeper from this angle, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust and sends you spiraling, spiraling, spiraling until you’re falling apart beneath with a cry of his name so loud there’s no way the entire building hasn’t heard it. But all that matters is that Jimin’s heard it, and pride swells in his chest as he continues to fuck you into oblivion, cursing as you continue to pulsate around him.

“I love you so much, princess. Love you now and love you forever,” he promises, his eyes locked on yours as his thrusts grow sloppy, groans growing guttural as he comes apart. A moan of your name leaves his lips, followed by a whimper as he cums inside you again and again.

“Oh, Jimin,” You kiss him, unable to hold back from the pretty cries he makes. You kiss him until he’s spent, ruefully pulling out of you to lay at your side. He pulls you to his chest, his arm encircling your waist as you place your head on his sweaty chest.

Jimin laces your hands together, squeezing them before bringing them to his lips, planting a kiss on yours.

“I don’t want this to end,” he says, tone full of sorrow. You sit up slightly to look at him. His eyes display his sadness.

“Hey, I’m happy with every second we get. You’ve given us a wonderful gift, Jimin. A beautiful gift,” you caress his cheek lovingly and he leans into your touch. His eyes are easy to read, love and adoration clear in them. Is this how he always looked at you? Is this what his glasses hide to keep you (and everyone else) safe?

“I’m grateful for this. To see you in all your glory and be able to look at you without the fear of you turning into stone. To see you radiant in front of me without my stupid sunglasses distorting your magnificent glow. It’s going to suck going back to wearing sunglasses when I've experienced your true beauty,” Jimin sighs heavily as you cuddle into his side.

“But you’ll be able to do it weekly,” you remind him. He nods, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“It’ll be worth it,” he responds, nuzzling his face into your hair. “We can spend that day at home if you’d like. Just the two of us.”

“I’d like that,” you say, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he rubs your shoulder. Happiness radiates off the both of you, sharing kisses and sweet nothings as you hold each other close.

You don’t want to sleep, not wanting to miss even a minute of your time gazing into his eyes but eventually, sleep overtakes you, sleepily murmuring for Jimin to set an alarm to wake you in the morning. He does so, assuring you he’ll be by your side all night and when you wake, his eyes will be the first thing you see.

Jimin watches you sleep, holding you in his arms through the night. His eyes roam to the vial on the nightstand containing the blue liquid he’s thankful he didn’t have to use. Hoseok was a real powerful warlock to achieve what he had tonight. Jimin would have never thought it was possible to look you in the eyes again and even though the potion is a temporary solution, deep in his heart he knows that once a week is not enough for him.

And as his thoughts consume him until he’s so drowsy he begins dozing off. One thing is clear though, you would be his wife by next Hallows Eve.

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the-hopeless-haze · 3 years ago

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dick has a nightmare and goes to reader and bruce, and just fluff in general

if the ask game is still going

A/N: I am so sorry this took me forever anon. please forgive me. I hope this is everything you wanted from it.

Warnings: none really just mentions of death bc um Dick and Bruce have dead parents so like. just hurt/comfort/fluff though. maybe you'll cry. lowkey a tearjerker but in a good way

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Sleep Pretty Darling, Do Not Cry

You wonder what goes on in that little head.

So much pain, so much loss, so much anxiety. To be fostered by a man that the whole city knew of but knew nothing about, to lose your parents, to watch them die.

Like Bruce.

Perhaps there was no one better in Gotham to take in this child, no one else who could understand his pain like Bruce did. But Bruce was never good at that sort of thing with adults, never mind children. It took a long time, months of you knowing him to get even a semblance of emotion concerning his parents and his past trauma out of him. But you weren’t sure Dick could wait that long.

While Dick understands death is permanent, you aren’t sure it hit him entirely yet. He’s exuberant and talkative, telling you about animals he learned about in science class and what he did at recess. A typical child. But you see him crying sometimes when Bruce lets him watch TV and the kids in the shows go to hug their parents. So much like Bruce, soldiering it all on and never talking about it, acting like it was his fault and his responsibility and his cross to bear at such a young age.

He always shrugs you off when you make a big deal out of it; he’ll let you hug him sometimes but he won’t let you smother him like you want to. On one occasion he was particularly moody and irritable and told you off, saying, “You’re not my mom. You’ll never be my mom. Go away.”

You were inconsolable for a good couple hours and Bruce had to talk you down and remind you of how many times he said some variation of that statement to Alfred and didn’t mean it. It was the worst thing you could possibly say to an adoptive parent, you thought, but maybe he was really saying it an attempt to pawn off the hurt he felt and he didn’t know how much it was hurting you.

It still didn’t feel great.

Tonight, though, you’d had a good night. All four of you had dinner together, three generations with no blood ties. You and Bruce helped Dick with his homework (Bruce with English, you with math) and you helped him get settled for bed, snug in dinosaur pajamas, and you read him some of the Magic Tree House until he fell asleep. Brushing your lips against his forehead, you swallow back tears.

You know this boy doesn’t mean to be rejecting you, and that he doesn’t know how much it hurts you that he’s not opening up. You know he just went through probably one of the most traumatic experiences you can go through at that age. And you know ultimately he’s thankful you and Bruce took him in.

You just wish he would show you that he needs you in a more tangible way, not in that he needs you to make sure he has food on the table and for supervision for his safety, but that he needs you to hug him when he’s sad and wipe away his tears and give him life advice. You want him to need the comfort you’re so willing to provide.

You close his door quietly, and walk down the stairs to meet Bruce in the living room. Sitting on his lap, you let him wrap his arms around you, and you kiss him gently.

“He’s asleep?” Bruce asks you.

“Mm,” you answer.

“I have to go, soon.”

“I know.”

“Please don’t stay up until I get home again. You haven’t been sleeping.”

“Between you and Dick… I’m just constantly worried,” you admit, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. “It’s okay. We both have been sleeping while he’s at school.”

“On the weekends you’ve been a zombie, recently.”

“I should’ve known an eight year old would wake us up at seven in the morning every day, I suppose.”

“What are you so worried about, anyway? If anything happens… I have you synced to my heart rate here. It’ll wake you up if there’s an issue,” Bruce says, wrapping his fingers around your wrist where the gadget bracelet was.

“Yeah. But if Dick needs me—“

Bruce laughs a little, his flickers of dimples twitching in his cheeks as his blue eyes gleam at you. “That boy would stop at nothing to wake you up if he needed you. You know that, right? You don’t have to worry about us.”

“I just… I don’t like that either. To feel like I’m just here, like I’m not needed,” you say, avoiding Bruce’s questioning gaze.

“What do you mean? Of course I need you here. You’re so good with him. And… I love you. He loves you,” he reassures you, rubbing your back softly.

“He doesn’t—“

“Shh. It’s been a month. I knew Alfred my entire life and I was… I was far from as pleasant as Dick is being now after my parents passed. You could’ve had much worse. I would’ve made you cry every day.”

You roll your eyes at him. “This is supposed to make me feel better?”

“It’s not working?” he asks and you shake your head. “I’m sorry, love. I’m not trying to be dismissive.”

“I know.”

“Help me get ready?”

You nod and laugh when he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, and you look at him when he sets you down on the bed, his blue eyes twinkling and his lips curving into a smile. Chiseled jawline, strong hands, broad shoulders, sometimes you couldn’t quite believe he’s yours. The man you were going to marry, the man you’re raising a child with, the man you love. You lean forward to kiss him, thread your fingers in his hair and pull him closer to you. “I love you, Bruce.”

“I love you, too. And you’re an amazing mom. I don’t want you to doubt yourself. Okay? I couldn’t have asked for a better woman to bring children up with.”

You don’t say anything because you feel the cloying thickness in your throat and you know you would cry if you tried to speak. Bruce is a man of few words. That is, until he lets you in. What people don’t know is he has a way with words, a way to make you feel valued and appreciated without coming off as insincere. He means every syllable and you can feel it from his mouth to your heart.

Your favorite part of getting Bruce ready has got to be the makeup. Sure, he’s a grown man and he’s perfectly capable of putting it on himself, but you love to paint him black. You could have introduced him to waterproof pomade, but you like the way it streaks from his eyes from the sweat of his nightly antics a little too much to grant him that. Just womanly ulterior motives.

“Keep still. Christ. You act like I’ve never done this before,” you giggle, holding his chin in place after he turned his head to the side.

“I thought I heard something.”

“Probably Alfred.”

“Maybe.”

But then you hear a knock on the bedroom door, one that sounds like it was made from a tiny hand, not Alfred’s.

“Fuck. I have to go change if it’s Dick,” Bruce mutters.

“You have one eye done and you’re still in your regular clothes. Relax,” you whisper. “Dick, honey, is that you?” you call out, walking to the door. “What’s the matter?”

You open it, and sure enough, it is Dick, holding his teddy bear and looking forlornly at the floor, his small cheeks tear-stained. Looking up at you, he sniffles. “I h-had a n-n-nightmare,” he stutters, his breathing staggered. “I d-don’t f-feel good.”

You kneel down and hug him, feel his little fingers on your back and his scrawny arms around your shoulders. “What happened, honey?”

“Y-you and B-Bruce d-d-died. L-like my… m-my p-p-parents. I w-w-watched it.”

Be careful what you wish for, that cliched phrase you never took to heart until now. You had wanted to know you had a place in this boy’s heart, but not like this.

“No, honey. That’s not real. See? I’m still right here. And Bruce is right here too. See, honey? Open your eyes.”

Bruce walks over to the doorway, kneeling down next to you, taking one of Dick’s hands that was clawing into your back into his, squeezing it gently. “I’m right here, too,” he says. “No one else is dying.”

“Y-you don’t know that. You c-could leave me t-t-too,” Dick says.

“Listen, honey,” you say gently. “As long as we have anything to say about it, we’re not going anywhere. We’re alive and we’re here right now and we love you very much.”

“But if my parents d-d-died, you can, too.”

“Your dream didn’t really happen, honey. It was just a dream. Okay?”

“But what if you die? And I’m all alone again? And n-no one loves me?”

“Oh, honey,” you mutter, squeezing him tighter and letting a tear fall down your face. “I’m not going to lie to you because you’re very smart and you’ll know I’m a liar right away, won’t you?“

“Y-yeah. I can always tell when adults lie.”

You smile a little at that. “You know Bruce and I could die. If I told you we couldn’t die you know that would be a lie and you’d be upset with me. But what I can tell you is that we are alive right now and we love you very much. You have a whole family, now, too. You have Alfred and you have my father. If something happened to Bruce and I, they would be able to take you in. You wouldn’t have to be alone again.”

“I don’t want something to happen to you and Bruce.”

“I know, honey.”

“Can’t you promise me?” he asks desperately.

“We can promise to do everything we can,” Bruce says. “But you'd be upset with us if we promised. We can't promise to stay alive. But we can try. That's all anyone can do."

"I don't like that."

"We don't either. But you wouldn't like us to lie to you even more. I was there, Dick. I've been where you are right now. It's not easy. It's going to scare you. It's going to make you not want to get close to anybody ever again. It's going to make you afraid to love. It hurts. I know it hurts. I tried to close myself off from it, pretend like... pretend like I didn't care if Alfred lived or died when really, I was terrified just like you that I'd lose him. We can't take the place of your parents. We can't live forever. But we can love you right now and for as long as we are able."

"I-I guess," Dick says, his voice small. He lets go of you and shuffles over to Bruce's open arms, and you feel cold at the loss of his small body against yours, but the warmth in your heart at seeing Bruce with him makes up for it. Bruce's dark locks fall against Dick's head as he holds him to his chest, and you smile. Finally. He figured out how to say it.

"Do you feel better now?" you ask.

"I think so," Dick says, pulling away from Bruce to look at his face. "Why do you have makeup on?"

"Boys can wear makeup, too," you say.

"Okay. But Bruce only has it on one eye."

"I didn't finish it yet," Bruce says.

"Can I put it on you? Can I wear it too?!"

"Yeah. We can put it on you tomorrow," you laugh. "Do you think we can try to go back to sleep?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "Can I have hot chocolate before I go back to bed?"

"Of course," you say, ignoring the look Bruce gives you.

"I'm scared the dream will come back," Dick says.

"I can stay with you tonight," you say. "Bruce has to... go to work. So I'll stay in your room with you tonight. Okay?"

"Okay," he says.

You head downstairs with Dick in tow and make a cup of hot chocolate with him on the stove. He's quiet, pensive, his eyes still puffy from crying. You hate that he has to grow up this fast, that you and Bruce couldn't sugarcoat anything. Any other kid comes to you telling you they had a dream their parents died and you'd send them off with some false reassurances. But maybe it was for the best, because for those kids who were told their parents couldn't die and then they did... that disillusionment after the fact must hurt even more than the truth would have.

"Can I have extra marshmallows?" he requests, looking at you with doe eyes.

"Of course," you tell him, unable to deny him anything at this moment.

You sit quietly in the dimly lit kitchen, and listen to Bruce leave; his motorcycle revving through the tunnel underneath you. You wish he was here. But you're not alone at night anymore, either.

"I love you," Dick says after he finishes the hot chocolate. "Maybe one day you will be my mom."

"Oh, honey," you breathe, your heart shattering into a million pieces and coming back together again all in the span of seconds. "I love you. So much. But I don't ever expect to take your mom's place."

"No. But I still need a mom."

"Of course, honey. I love you. Let's go brush your teeth again and go to bed, okay?"

"Okay." You hug him close to you again, feeling his little chest expand and contract as he breathes against you, so alive. Your heart feels so full you think it might burst.

He holds your hand as you walk up the stairs and he doesn't let go until he has to pick up his toothbrush.

No one ever said this would be easy. But it is definitely worth it.

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