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[not-with-you-but-of-you]

If there was one more dance I'd want to go to in my whole life, it would be the Stars Hollow High prom. I'm getting tickets this week.

[ashlovesfood]

Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

Tags: Sex ban! First one to lose is bruce, teasing, stuck in the dryer, pussy eating, slick, marking, kissing, hickies, Bruce is feral for you! full nelson, creampie, sweet nothings, sex

Have you ever tried this one?(∩˃o˂∩)♡

A sex ban, made from you. What even started this? Well, let’s talk about it.

Bruce is constantly bending you over or making full on love to you, but he can be rough at times. There was one time where the headboard of your shared bed cracked right down the middle, his palm gripped so hard on the wood it broke. Or when Bruce fucked you in the shower, almost knocking everything down in the process from how carried away he got.

“You are on a sex ban. Nothing less, nothing more.” Bruce stood there astonished from your words, sex ban? “Wait doll- how come? C’mon, you know how much you love it when I get to bend you over.” He shot back arrogantly, his pride swelling like a balloon from his own words. “Bruce, you break so much stuff in the process the only place where it’s safe is on the floor. Remember the headboard? Shower?” You pointed out the times when Bruce was reckless, fucking you so good be broke stuff in the process.

“Ehh- okay, fine. I’ll go on the ban, but if you break first angel ‘m gonna pound you so hard..” He whispered against your ear lobe leaving you all flustered, a stupid smirk wiped on his face as he walked away.

Day 1. It was easy, light brushes and touches did nothing to you and Bruce, maybe. You were washing your dish when he came behind you, leaning against the plush of your ass, supposedly ‘grabbing something’ from the cabinet. You almost would have  punched him from the stupid sneaky move. As the two of you laid in bed that night, you cuddled up against his front, accidentally touching his chest just a little too much.

Day 2. There he was, shirtless and in a pair of dirt washed jeans in the garage. Bruce was fixing one of his cars that he owned, the dirt and grime coating his body making you clench. “That’s not fair..” You whispered, thinking of any way to get back at him. Maybe it was fair when you walked in the garage with a pitcher of ice cold lemonade in nothing but his oversized shirt, the fabric swallowing your torso. Bruce had to hold everything back when he saw you, your cute frame being covered from his very own shirt made him hard in his jeans.

“Thank you angel.” Bruce leaned into your neck, leaving a small kiss on your pulse point, watching as you flushed with pink. Oh, two can play at that game.

Day 3. You woke up to Bruce falling off the bed with a loud thud. “Bruce! Are you okay?” You leaned over on his side, finding him face first on the floor. He laid on the floor and shot his hand up, his hand giving a thumbs up. You dismissed it and went back to sleep.

Little did you remember, you took off your pajamas due to the heat and fell asleep in your underwear, leaving Bruce with a great image burned into his retinas and a semi boner. When he heard the soft noises of your snores, Bruce thought he was in the clear but you were sprawled all out on the bed without the blanket. “Son of a..” He mumbled. The rest of the day, Bruce had to hold back from pouncing on you and pounding you senseless for hours to make up.

Day 4. Bruce snapped. You were doing laundry, grabbing the dry clothes out of the machine when there was just an old sock wedged into the metal. You leaned inside to grab it when you felt something warm on your ass.

“Bunny. I’ve been holding back so fucking much, but this? You believe I can last longer when you're bent over like this? Fuck..” Bruce’s warm breath brushed against the curvature of your ass, his hands groping the flesh as he heard your soft moans inside. “B-Bruce! Not here..!” He slid down your pajama shorts, introduced with the pretty sight of your puffy folds throbbing with slick. The breeze of air against your folds made you twitch, lightly arching your back as Bruce spread you open.

He sucked on the inner part of your thighs, biting and squeezing the tender flesh with his teeth, his hands spanking your ass. You moaned from the stimulation, the red marks against your ass spurring Bruce on even more. His lips leeched onto your pussy, the taste of sugary sweetness blessing his taste buds after such a long time. “Fuh- taste so sweet f’me love, needed this..!” Bruce spit against your folds, the warm fluid hitting spot on your tight hole as it dripped down. “Bruucee!” You were tense with need and pleasure, his teasing getting you worked up. Forget the sock, his mouth worked wonders on your wet little cunt.

You shook from your first orgasm, the slick smeared all over his mouth. Bruce slurped loudly, his eyes closed shut from your sweet fluids as he ate you out. “M gonna make up for all the time, better take it all bun.”

Bruce pulled you out, a smile growing at his lips as he saw your face all flushed with need and embarrassment. You were so hazy from the orgasm that you didn’t notice he was carrying you to the bedroom, his footsteps moving faster as he approached the door. Bruce laid you down onto the sheets, the soft silk against your body was relaxing.

“Gonna make me break the bed again yea? My dumb little baby needs to be bred with my cum?” Bruce shifted onto the bed, your body in between his meaty thighs as he looked down at you. Your shirt was riding up towards your breasts, the underside being left out just enough to not reveal your nipples. You yanked off your shirt, throwing it to the side as you looked at Bruce.

He leaned down and kissed you, his arms tightening around your waist as he sat you up. You clawed at his back, angry red scratch marks littering his skin from your nail. “More- please..!” You moaned in between, breaking the kiss to lift your neck. Bruce latched onto your unmarked skin, his canines digging into your skin leaving a large bite mark. He sucked on a sensitive point, leaving you all twitchy and shaky.

There were hickies and red spots all over your skin, as Bruce sat back to admire his work.

“World's best pussy for me..” Bruce sat on the bed as he flipped you around, the small of your back against his front. His cock was out, the tip leaking pre as it ran down his length. He lifted your legs, your feet dangling in the air as his shaft rubbed against your folds. The softness of your boobs and the plush of your tummy was so damn sexy to Bruce, his cock slowly entering your small tight hole. Your wet gummy walls clamped around his inches like a vice, the way you clenched around him was dizzying.

Bruce had you in a full nelson, the position making it easier for him to reach deeply inside your sweet pussy. “Ngh, too! much..!” His hips snapped up against your ass, his balls slapping against the skin of your flesh definitely leaving a mark. Bruce was merciless with his thrusts, his cock making you squirt all over the bed with a wet mess. The sheets were stained with your fluids, as he continued to fuck you over and over.

“Gonna cum inside and you’ll take it all for me, yea?” Bruce was pussy drunk, the way your tits jiggled and your ass rippling from his hips made his mouth water. He buried himself deep into your pussy, biting down on your shoulder as he came inside, the hot flood of cum inside your womb making you shiver. Bruce let you down onto the sheets as he pulled you into his body, basking in the aftermath of your orgasms. “Guess that really was a sex ban.”

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A/N Started a new story for fun and kinda getting really into it.. also had no desire to cum but now i have a high libido ◔_◔

[dickgraysonsbitch]

shopping with the batboys ( + bruce )

to my pineapple pizza haters: know you are valid

warnings: none | divider by @cafekitsune | requests open!

With DICK GRAYSON, the most mundane of shopping trips turns into an expedition—leaving your heart rushing and blood pounding. He shoots you a flirty wink before steadying the grip on his shopping cart. “Ready, sweetheart? Because I don’t think you are. I’ve got the bread isle memorized like the back of my—”

“Go!” You exclaim, snorting when you see the shocked expression on his face, like he wasn’t expecting you to cheat to try to beat him. Hey, he was a super-fit vigilante, how else were you going to get a head start against Nightwing? Pushing off of a rack of magazines, you let out a shout of victory as you grab the milk from the fridge. One down, two to go. You quickly place the eggs into your cart, but not before you make eye contact with your menace of a boyfriend, who smirks at you before grabbing the last bag of whole wheat bread. Damn, he really did have the bread isle memorized like the back of his hand, didn’t he?

He bats his eyelashes at you innocently, but not before flashing you a crooked grin. “I think that’s three, sweetheart. 3-2, if you know what I mean, so…” he smiles, but there’s a glint of mirth in his eyes that absolutely melts your heart.

“I’m still calling a foul. It’s your walk-in pantry, and there’s no way that you didn’t have an advantage over me.” You huff, crossing your arms, trying to replicate the cute-but-hurt puppy dog eyes that Dick seemed to have mastered.

He shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Sorry, but a deal’s a deal. I mean, I guess you could go back on it, but…” he looks up at you, with those eyes that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and probably a physical ice statue as well.

“Fine,” you grumble. “We can have pineapple on your stupid pizza. Do you want cereal for dessert?” The last question is supposed to be sarcastic, but the light in his eyes shifts from mischievous to downright carnal.

“Actually, I was thinking of having something else for dessert.”

Oh, boy.

You always knew that JASON TODD was going to spoil you rotten, and that was before you found out that he could cook. It wasn’t fair, actually, that he was probably the most gorgeous, intelligent, and caring person that you knew, all while being kick-ass and super talented at… basically everything. To some, God gave in abundance. Sighing dramatically, you propped yourself on his shoulder and leaned against him with your elbows.

His eyes twinkled at your new position. “What’s wrong, princess? Tacos not your scene anymore?” He was lying, obviously, because you demolished tacos like they were your last meal and you were on death row, but you still huffed and buried your face in his bicep.

“Jus’ thinking ‘bout how fuckin’ perfect you are, Jay,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the muscle that somehow managed to stay defined under a leather jacket. “You’re really awesome, you know that? I’ve never met someone as amazing as you. They should put a picture of you up at the Met—‘cause you’re a work of art, baby.”

It’s obvious that he’s holding back laughter, from the way that his broad shoulders are shaking, but something inspires him to keep entertaining this though. Probably your endless supply of charm. “Yeah, babe? I knew you wanted me just for my pretty face.” It’s interesting, honestly, how his relationship with you made him more comfortable with… all parts of himself.

You slap his chest, (not that it does anything), a s pout, your brows furrowed. “You’re not funny.” He send you a soft smile, something that should be uncharacteristic for a man of his size, but it works on you, like it usually does.

He presses his lips together before hoisting you up onto an empty display, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and out of your face. “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m pretty.” Within a minute of staring at your unamused face, he’s howling in laughter, snickering to himself like he’s the comedian of the year.

And without a moment of warning, you’re sealing his lips with a kiss, sending a tingle all the way to the tips of your fingers, and he’s parting his lips to deepen it even further. His hands palm just above your ass, and you gaze at him with half-lidded eyes, softly running your thumb over his rough cheek, and it feels like paradise until—

“Hey! I thought this was a roommates only grocery trip?”

You and Jason both roll your eyes at the voice, and with varying levels of intensity, reply in unison.

“Shut up, Roy!”

Nothing made you shiver like the husky, low voice of BRUCE WAYNE whispering in your ear from behind you. It was an action that sent your poor heart into overdrive, but here, in this shop that was clearly out of your tax bracket (they had mannequins for diamond embellished puppy collars, for God’s sake) it was as if he was doing it just to show that you were at his mercy.

Not a bad place to be, if you thought about it.

“Try on the dress,” his voice is baritone, and he isn’t using his usual, suave business tone. No, this is the voice he uses when he wants something, and when he’s sure that he’s going to get it. It was like a spell was cast on you, and all you wanted to do was exactly what he said. You weren’t sure you really needed a spell for that anyway.

But still, you hesitated. The dress in question was an Oscar de la Renta mermaid cut gown, in pitch black, no doubt matching Bruce’s own personal aesthetic. The only hesitation? The price. You balked instantly when you glanced at the bill for the first time. Shit, you knew that a custom made dress that didn’t even have a tag on it would be more than your yearly rent. “It’s… 15,000 dollars! Bruce, I can’t accept this.”

He frowned, making you notice the soft wrinkles starting to appear on his face. God, that man took way too much stress for his own good. You’d tried warning against it, but when did he ever listen to anyone but himself (and Alfred)?

“Pocket change, darling. And it’s your first gala, I don’t want you to be wearing something you’ve worn before.” He lightly rubs his fingers against your waist, a promise of something else to come once you accept.

“It’s…” you look down. “It’s a lot. Are you sure?”

“Never been surer. Now, why don’t you look at matching jewelry?”

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

we’ll be alright

“fine line” by harry styles

benny cross x fem!reader / 1.2k words

idea: you get hurt, but benny is an absolute wreck

tw: assault, fighting, gore, angst, crying, happy ending

notes: ya’ll when i tell you my thumbs, hands, and arms are burning cause i’ve been COOKING!! i was craving some angst (i love to suffer) so way not make this beautiful man suffer!! that final seen on the door steps had me weeping so i needed to write something similar to that SO HERE IT IS :))) (p.s i kinda need some kathy ideas)

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the baby blue ice pack created a weird sensation against your left eye and the side of your face. numb was what it was, but you couldn’t really think straight at that point.

sitting on the edge of the bed with kathy beside you, rubbing her hand up and down your back, it almost lulled you to sleep. but the medicine you took and the exhaustion you felt might have also played a part in your sleepiness.

that fight was never meant to happen. those young kids should’ve never been let into the bar. johnny kicked himself for not literally kicking them out the moment they walked in. the kid with the buzzed head should’ve never gotten so close to benny with you behind him, and benny should’ve known you were behind him and not with your girlfriends before he dodged his swing, so you’d never be served that harsh punch to your sweet face.

in the split moment the whole bar went quiet, your faint slow breaths filled the air. you were in shock, touching your face to see blood on your hand. that kid stacked his punching rings on that night. when you looked up from your hands to the kid in front of you, your eyes watered and threatened to spill, that’s when chaos broke loose. but thank god you can’t remember any of that right now. you cried so hard on kathy’s shoulder the entire ride home, thanks to danny for driving you back in his car, that you think you can’t cry anymore.

you jerked awake due to the loud knocking at your apartment door, kathy settling you down first before standing up “i’m gonna go grab that sweetheart and i’ll be right back. stay right here for me babe” she left your bedroom calmly, hearing her boot cladded footsteps taking a left turn and and marching down the hallway

you heard muffled voices through the walls, then moments later you heard a second pair of footsteps stomping down to your door. or was it 3 pairs?

“got some energy left in you babe? you got some company” you looked up at kathy, but you couldn't see the people with her. so you took the ice pack off your face, a vivid mix of purples, red, and blues plastering the left half of your face, and looked up. benny had finally come home and johnny was stopping by!

“who is it kat- oh my gosh! you guys are alive!” it’s like a flip switched in your brain as you got up from the bed and stumbled a bit to get to them. “lord i can’t imagine what it was like in there! are you guys alri-” that’s when benny grabbed onto you and pulled you into his chest. tight. “hi honey! i’m so happy you’re here! did everything clear up? are you okay?” you asked sweetly. you were quite lethargic in your state, so you couldn’t pick up on how thick the air was due to how worried everyone was about you. not until you listened to benny’s breath stutter and tiny whimpers leaving his mouth.

he’s crying.

you tried to pull away from him to look up at him, but he wouldn’t let you go. he wasn’t gonna let you go, not after tonight’s events. you didn’t know what to do, why was he crying? you could only hold him, rubbing your right hand in circles on his back. sooner or later, your left arm extended and reached out abruptly. kathy was confused at first, but was quickly diminished when realizing that this was your way of saying hello to johnny. johnny softly held your hand, afraid that you were aching all over, as he was caressing your hand with his thumb. “hello to you too sweetheart” he said in his deep voice.

you don’t know what was said as you were squashed into benny’s chest, but kathy and johnny left the room quietly, johnny muttering to benny that they were going for a “chat and smoke” and they’d be outside in the living room.

after the door closed, benny pulled back from you. you could finally see his face, but your heart sank down to your stomach so fast. benny’s face was rosy and puffy, while his eyes and cheeks were wet from crying. you brought your hand up to his right cheek, a small cut touching the bottom of your thumb. “..oh honey” you said sadly. you expected him to say that he was okay, or telling you he was going out with johnny, or god forbid say that he was gonna leave. what you didn’t expect was your words to unleash the floodgates of benny’s emotions.

benny started to cry hard, his breaths becoming frantic as tears continued to fall down his face. his hands were shaking, bruises and cuts all over his body, clothes torn, and blood all over. god you hope it wasn’t his own.

benny moved his hands to hold both sides of your neck, worried he would hurt you even more by touching your face. then he started to speak, but his voice watery and shaky, like a little boy “m’so..so s-orry baby, m’so sorry, m.. so sorry,” his stutters and hiccups were hysterical, you’re worried he’ll pass out from not breathing enough. “m’coward. a fucking coward. i should’ve known you were behind m-me… i failed to keep you sa-afe, you got hurt because of me.. and m’so sorry.. pl-ease don’t leave me.. please don’t-” those were the words that woke you up. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. leave him? and you refused to hear more of it.

you walked backwards to sit on the bed, benny hands slid to hold your lower back before sliding even lower to hold the thick of your thighs. to ground himself. you held his face to make him look at you. to see you.

“honey.. none of this was your fault” his sniffles and gasps were making it harder for you to speak. “i don’t blame you or anyone else for what happened, but especially not you. i’m alright” your right hand moved up to his frazzled hair, brushing the strands of hair away from his face. you prayed it would help him calm down. “and m’gonna be alright, look,” you grabbed his tattered hands from your hips and placed one on your heart, and the other on your swollen cheek. you can see his shoulders fall slowly as he focuses on your heartbeat. “my heart is still pulsing, my chest is still rising and falling, and my soul is still beaming” you scooched closer to him, your left leg placed on top of his right.

“look at me honey,” your syrupy voice rang in his ears as he looked into your eyes again. his eyelashes were dewy from how much he cried that you almost lost all the words in your mouth, but you told him one more thing. “i will never leave you. no matter how crazy our lives get, or how crazy things change, i will never run. i will never let you go. this isn’t where we end” benny inhales and exhales deeply before responding to your words of reassurance, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “i’ll never leave you b-aby..i’m never gonna go, never. i promise baby i-i promise” “c’mere” with that you brought your boy over to you, his head fitting into the crook of your neck.

you let him cry, but also let yourself get teary eyed. “you and me sweet boy. s’gonna be okay” you were stroking the hair on the back of his head as his arms held you closer than ever. you in your pink pajamas and him in his colors. that is what’s meant to be. and always will be.

“we’ll be alright”

[mashtatosworld]

eyes on me (1)

summary: the beginning of your story with bigbang as a producer for the MADE documentary. but timing is everything in life. and it can split a person in two.

a/n: this will be a jiyong x reader x daesung series <3

The room was stifling.

You sat rigid, fingers clenched around your pen, silently willing yourself not to meet the eyes that had been burning into you for the last hour.

Unrelenting.

Dark.

Distrustful.

He hated you.

And he barely even knew your name.

Yang Hyunsuk continued talking, your boss nodding along beside you as you took notes diligently, pretending not to notice the weight of that gaze.

GDragon - Kwon Jiyong - made sharp, pointed comments between long stretches of silence. Each one caused your grip on the pen to falter.

“This is bullshit.”

“I refuse to cooperate.”

“I’d sooner jump off stage than film this documentary.”

This meeting was supposed to be exciting.

Your first real assignment beyond editing drafts or scrolling through fashion blogs - a role as a producer for Big Bang’s MADE tour documentary. But the band’s reactions were… mixed.

Understandable, of course.

They were intensely private.

And you?

You were the outsider, the threat. The girl with the pen and the camera and too many questions.

Especially to him.

Jiyong.

He didn’t trust you.

“I can assure you all that y/n is very good at her job,” your boss said, attempting to smooth things over. “She’ll ask questions only if you feel comfortable answering.”

“I won’t be answering anything,” Jiyong said flatly.

Hyunsuk sighed, clearly tired of this.

But then Daesung leaned forward, folding his hands on the glass table. “I think… this could be exciting.”

You met his kind eyes and gave a small, grateful smile. “A lot of artists look back on their tour footage fondly. We’re simply capturing the memories while they’re happening.”

“And sharing them with the world,” Jiyong muttered, not even looking at you.

You quickly looked down again.

“I’m in,” Youngbae offered with a shrug, glancing around. “I mean, how much harm could it do?”

“A lot,” Seunghyun muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But… art is art. This is just another expression of it.”

Eventually, one by one, the others began to agree - mostly reluctantly, but the decision was made. The documentary was happening.

And you could finally breathe again.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You slipped out of the boardroom the moment the papers were signed and made a direct path to the water dispenser. Your hands trembled slightly as you filled the paper cup.

You’re okay. It’s fine. You’ve got this.

"I'm looking forward to it."

You jumped at the voice, nearly spilling your drink. Turning around, you found Daesung standing behind you, hands tucked in his pockets, smiling gently.

“Oh - sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

He tilted his head. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say… I think this’ll be a good thing.”

You smiled, nerves easing. “Thank you. I’ve always wanted to travel, so it’s already a dream job.”

He grinned. “Ah, well… tour life isn't always that dreamy. We live off instant noodles, energy drinks and alcohol. Mostly Seunghyun and Jiyong’s fault, honestly.”

You laughed, surprising yourself. “Good to know. I enjoy a glass of wine myself."

“So you'll fit right in.” He chuckled, then hesitated. “You’ll be okay, y/n.”

You met his gaze. “I hope so.”

And just like that, the sharp edges of your day began to soften.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It didn’t take long to learn that while the boys were a tight-knit group, each of them were wildly different in energy and temperament. Youngbae was warm and helpful. Seunghyun was mischievous but kind in his own way. Daesung was steady - your soft landing.

And Jiyong?

Jiyong was still a wall you couldn't climb.

He hadn’t said a word to you since that meeting. Hadn’t acknowledged your presence, even when the camera passed over him in rehearsals or during casual crew meals.

But he watched.

You felt it.

And it was only a matter of time before that fire did something more than just burn.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Touring with Big Bang was like being stuck inside a fever dream.

The days blurred into long stretches of rehearsal, cramped travel, last-minute tech issues, and night after night of performances that left you breathless - even from behind the camera.

And through all of it, you were alone.

Floating on the edges of the crew, invisible in the shadows, with your headphones on and your clipboard clutched like armour.

You were good at your job. Everyone said so.

But being surrounded by a group as close as BigBang- brothers in every sense of the word - made your isolation feel ten times heavier.

The hardest part?

Jiyong still hadn’t said a word to you.

He’d laugh with Youngbae, joke with Seunghyun, hang off Daesung’s shoulder like the most charming man on earth - but with you, it was silence.

Except his eyes.

He looked at you.

Always.

Sharp glances across the dressing room. Lingering stares during soundcheck. You’d turn a corner and find him already watching.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to run or ask him why.

But then, during a show in Osaka, something cracked.

You were standing in the wings, eyes following Jiyong as he strutted off-stage after Zutter - sweat-soaked and breathless, his mic swinging from his hand.

He was dazzling.

Magnetic.

You didn’t expect him to look your way.

And you definitely didn’t expect him to collapse.

It was like a string had been cut - his body dropping suddenly, gracelessly, onto the floor.

The crew screamed.

Chaos erupted.

You didn’t think.

You just ran.

Dropping your gear, you were the first at his side, kneeling beside him as he fought to stay conscious.

His skin was blazing hot, clothes soaked through.

Heatstroke.

You’d seen it before.

And you knew it could be life-threatening.

You grabbed a cold bottle of water from the nearest outstretched hand, pressing it to his neck, fanning his face with your hand.

Other frantic hands joined yours, but they focused on tugging at his clothes, unzipping the jacket only to force a new one in its place.

"What are you doing?" you snapped at them but they didn't listen to you, only focused on dressing him for his next song.

The idol gasped for breath, squeezing his eyes shut as his vision blurred.

“Jiyong - hey, just breathe,” you urged, voice soft but firm. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”

He blinked, dazed, unfocused. You could see the fear behind his eyes. The confusion.

“We need a medic - ” His manager was yelling behind you, but Jiyong’s fingers clutched yours suddenly.

Desperate.

Shaky.

Scared.

You didn’t pull away. You squeezed back.

It was the first time he’d touched you.

Minutes passed.

"I need to go back on," he murmured, trying to lift his head from the floor. "I need - " his head hit the ground again, unable to hold himself up.

He was still due to go back on stage for Bae Bae, the opening chords awakening him from his daze.

"You need to rest," you denied but a flurry of hands soon swept him up and somehow, he remained standing. Stumbling under the lights, finishing the song with sheer willpower and muscle memory.

But the moment he was offstage again, he collapsed straight into your arms.

You caught him.

Knees hitting the ground as he sagged against you. You carefully guided him to the ground, your hand became trapped beneath his head but you let it stay there, offering him what comfort you could.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t open his eyes. Just gripped your hand like a lifeline.

And for that moment… there was no tense silence between you.

Just two people in the quiet chaos of something real.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You hadn't seen him since that night.

A week passed by and the band were finally ready to perform again. And they did. It had been nerve-wracking, watching from the sidelines, your eyes pinned to Jiyong the whole time - wondering if he was ok.

But he had put on a show stopping performance and you breathed out in relief when it was over.

“Hey,” Daesung appeared beside you just as you were packing up camera batteries in the empty dressing room. “Would you maybe, um... did you want to grab some drinks later?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Really? Me?”

"Daesung!" Seunghyun called from across the room, half-way out of the door. "Are you inviting her out tonight?"

"Yeah but - "

"Perfect. Meet us at the club! We've booked a booth." He was gone again and you turned your eyes back to Daesung whose shoulders slumped forward with a sigh.

"So it's a group outing?"

“Yeah.” He murmured. “I guess it is."

You hesitated, then nodded. “Okay... I'll see you there then."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The club was already dark and hazy by the time you arrived.

You found the others crammed into a private lounge area in the back, sharing drinks and laughing together.

You weren’t exactly dressed to impress - light jacket, hair pinned back, your usual practical self - but Daesung smiled when he saw you.

He sat beside you for a while, keeping you company as Seunghyun and Youngbae got into a heated debate over setlists, but the music was so loud that it made casual conversation nearly impossible.

Eventually, Daesung leaned in.

“This isn't really my kind of scene,” he said, with a frown. “I think I’m gonna head back.”

“Oh… okay.” You tried not to sound disappointed.

“Did you - well, are you staying here?"

You blinked, then looked down at the drink in your hand. Was that an invitation to leave with him or was the alcohol making you read into things that weren't there?

“I guess?" You looked back at him, hopeful, waiting for his response.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "Ok. Stay safe, y/n. Don't do anything I wouldn't."

He gave your shoulder a warm squeeze and slipped out, leaving you sandwiched between a couple of backup dancers and your untouched drink.

A wave of disappointment and rejection rolled over you.

You needed air.

You saw the sign for the outdoor smoking area and hurried towards it. But the moment the door shut behind you, the music muffled, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Jiyong was already out there. Alone.

Leaning against the far railing, cigarette between his fingers, drink in the other. The city lights scattered behind him like a crown, and even from this distance, you felt him watching you.

You froze.

He didn’t move. Just tilted his head slightly, lifting his glass in greeting.

You gave him a quick nod and crossed to the far end of the terrace, dragging in a breath as you leaned against the cool rail. You weren’t trying to bother him.

But then… you weren’t trying to avoid him either.

Minutes passed. You could hear the flick of his lighter, the exhale of smoke. Feel the weight of his gaze.

Then - footsteps.

Slow. Measured.

He stopped beside you, far too close for comfort, and yet you didn’t shift away.

“You don’t smoke,” he murmured, glancing down at your hands.

“Just needed air.”

He hummed low in his throat. “Me too," And then he took a long, pointed drag of his cigarette, looking down at you with an amused smirk.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "Very refreshing."

Jiyong nodded, raising a brow. "Ah, you see it's not just about the air out here. The view helps. I'm a very visual person."

His gaze travelled from the city lights back to you.

You didn’t answer.

His cologne was heady, his voice low and lazy with drink, and the heat of his body at your side was… distracting.

"I'm sorry I've been giving you such a hard time," he added after a beat. "I've been under a lot of pressure. And I don't always deal with my feelings very well. Especially if I'm nervous... You make me nervous - if that wasn't clear."

"Oh." You tightened your grip on the rail. "Is that... because of the documentary? Because of the questions?"

"What questions?" he teased. "You haven't asked me any yet."

You gave him a sidewards glance. "Is that such a surprise?"

He shook his head, casting his smile back to the city lights. "Ask me one now. I promise I'll answer."

"Ok..." You tilted your head in thought, wracking your brain for the right thing to say. All of the questions on your list back at the hotel seemed to slip your mind. "Are you having fun tonight?"

Jiyong hadn't been expecting that and laughed loudly, prompting you to smile. His radiance was infectious.

"No," he shook his head still smiling. "I wasn't, but now I think that's changing."

"Oh, it must be the fresh air," you inclined your head towards his burning cigarette with a playful smirk.

"Something like that," he murmured, taking a drag as he held your gaze. “Can I ask you a question now?”

“I'd prefer to remain a mystery,” you said smoothly.

“Shame.”

You met his intense gaze suddenly.

His lips were curved - not into a smile, not quite - and his eyes were hooded, flicking briefly to your mouth before meeting your stare again.

He set his glass down and dropped his cigarette into the remains of gold liquid.

Your breath caught.

Your heart was a drum in your chest, pounding louder than the bass of the club. His watchful gaze held you still - not demanding, but full of that unmistakable pull, the kind that made it hard to think.

You felt his hand skim the edge of your hip, then flatten against your lower back. The contact sent a shock straight through you.

“This is a bad idea,” you breathed.

“Definitely,” he said, before closing the distance.

His mouth caught yours in a kiss that was all fire and frustration, months of tension crashing together in one dizzying, hungry second.

He tasted like rum and smoke and trouble.

One hand tangled into your hair, the other still firm against your back as he drew you in.

You melted into his heated touch before you could stop yourself.

The kiss wasn’t slow or sweet - it was sharp-edged, breathless, the kind that left no room for questions.

Your back hit the railing and he pressed in closer, deepening it, tongue brushing yours as your hands gripped his jacket.

He pulled back just barely, lips grazing yours, breathing heavy. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him again - harder this time - fingers slipping into his hair, tugging, losing yourself in the heat of it all. The city lights behind your closed eyes blurred into nothing, the bass inside became background noise, and all you could feel was him.

When he finally pulled back for air, you were flushed, dazed, and trembling slightly.

His thumb dragged lightly over your bottom lip, and his eyes locked on yours with something unreadable.

“Come with me,” he said. It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be.

You let him take your hand.

The walk back to the hotel was a blur - the quiet hush of empty hallways, the weight of silence thick with anticipation.

His hotel door clicked shut behind you.

And the rest - the way he touched you like he’d been waiting all tour to have you, the soft gasp of your name in the dark, your hands fisted in his dark hair - it all unfolded like a secret you weren’t supposed to discover.

But you did.

You remembered it. Every second.

And so did he.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It hadn't stopped there.

You had thought it would be over when you slipped out of Jiyong’s hotel room the morning after.

One night.

A simple mistake.

A mix of exhaustion, too much alcohol, and loneliness wrapped in heat and urgency. That’s all it was.

But then it happened again.

And you stopped counting eventually. Somewhere along the line, it stopped feeling like a mistake.

It wasn't just the sex - though God, that was something.

It was the way he looked at you in the dark, after everything.

Quiet.

Raw.

Human.

Not G-Dragon. Not the legend or the headline.

Just Jiyong.

Maybe it started as a way to blow off steam.

You were constantly chasing light, capturing emotion, stitching together a documentary that didn’t step too far into their privacy but still said something.

Meanwhile, he was burning at both ends - switching between stages and press rooms, trying to keep his head on straight when the weight of his persona grew too heavy.

And yet… when it was just the two of you - hidden behind locked doors and drawn curtains - it was like exhaling after holding your breath for days.

You saw him soften.

You saw him shed.

He became talkative during interviews, more present, more grounded. And you started smiling more too, laughing off the stress, knowing you'd have somewhere - someone - to fall into at the end of the night.

It wasn’t love.

But it was something.

And neither of you wanted to name it just yet.

So it stayed hidden.

Although you soon learned that privacy was rare in the life of an idol.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It was meant to be a prank.

They’d done it to Jiyong before: wait till he was mid-shower, break into his hotel room with the spare key, film him briefly, and vanish before he could snatch the phone.

Classic chaos. Group tradition.

So that night, while Jiyong was in his suite - supposedly alone - the others crept in, snickering like children, phones already rolling to film his inevitable scream when he saw them.

But when they burst into the bathroom, throwing open the door with a loud “YAH, GDRAGON, NICE ASS - ”

They froze.

So did you.

You and Jiyong were both behind the steamy glass of the shower, pressed up against each other, your hands caught somewhere they shouldn’t be.

For a second, no one moved.

Then you shrieked.

Loudly.

Jiyong’s arm shot out to pull you behind him. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Youngbae gasped and dropped his phone, covering his eyes. “Oh my god - ”

“Well that explains everything!” Seunghyun barked, already cackling as Daesung quickly backed out of the room. “I knew you were smiling more lately.”

“Hyung - shut the damn door!” Jiyong shouted.

Youngbae scrambled, eyes covered as he bashed into the door with a thud before blindly feeling for the handle and yanking it closed.

You leaned your forehead against Jiyong’s chest, mortified. “Oh my god.”

He sighed dramatically, rubbing your back. “Well, that’s one way to make it official.”

You smacked his shoulder. “This is so bad - ”

He grinned, brushing wet hair from your face. “Or maybe it's getting good.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

am i starting another series? yes. don't yell at me.

but don't worry, i've already got the next three chapters mostly finished...

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[spellbound-rosehearts]

FEVER DREAMS : CHAPTER 7

yuu gets sick, leona stays.

pairings: leona kingscholar x yuu

warnings: sickness and food mentions, mild language

notes: this is the longest chapter yet, but also one of my favorites i’ve ever written! i wanted to get this chapter out asap so if there’s any mistakes i apologize in advance!

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

it’s a typical afternoon for leona, doing the bare minimum required of him as dorm leader, telling ruggie to handle the rest in exchange for a few thaumarks, and slipping away the second he could. he wandered across campus to ramshackle, a lion returning to his second den.

the breeze was mild as he approached, sunlight warming his back. he pushed open the front door like he lived there, which, at this point, he practically did. most days, he’d find yuu studying or cleaning, and grim demanding attention like a yowling kitten. but today, something was… off.

as he stepped into the creaky old house and slipped his shoes off at the door, he was immediately hit by the unmistakable smell of something burning.

his nose twitched.

“oi,” he called lazily. “you tryna burn the place down?”

from the kitchen came a frantic yelp, followed by the clatter of something metal hitting the floor.

grim’s head popped out from behind the counter, soot on his whiskers, ears down and eyes wide. “leona! thank the sevens, you’re here!”

leona raised a brow. “didn’t expect that kind of welcome.”

grim ignored him and scampered back into the kitchen, leona following curiously. “i don’t know what i’m doing! she drinks this tea stuff when she’s sick but i can’t remember which kind! and i definitely can’t remember how i’m supposed to make it!” grim shouts up at him.

leona blinked, processing everything that was just said to him. “back up. ‘when she’s sick’?”

grim nodded frantically. “yeah! she’s got the flu or something. woke up all pale and sweaty and told me to stay back ‘cause it might be contagious. but i’m not heartless!”

leona’s easy posture tensed, just slightly. “she’s got a fever?”

“yeah, and she’s talking all quiet, which is creepy for her, she hasn’t even yelled at me all day!” grim shoved the tea kettle into leona’s hands. “you gotta help! i don’t know how to take care of a sick human! i can’t just leave her here to die!”

leona stared at him flatly, placing the kettle back on the counter. “she’s not gonna die from the flu, furball.”

grim sniffled dramatically. “you don’t know that.”

leona sighed, already walking toward the stairs. “she in her room?”

grim nodded, and then trotted after him. “i tried to make her soup too but it turned into this… jelly blob and started smoking.”

“i don’t even wanna know.” he reached the landing and glanced toward her bedroom door, slightly ajar. he stepped forward, pushing it open with a quiet knock of his knuckles.

she was lying in bed, blankets tangled around her like she’d kicked them off during a fever dream. her face was pale, lips dry and cracked, and her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat. her breaths were short and uneven, and the bucket by the bed was enough to tell him how bad she was feeling. his chest tightened.

yuu stirred at the sound of the door creaking. “grim…?”

“not quite,” leona said, leaning against the doorframe.

she cracked her eyes open, glassy and disoriented. “leona…?” she whispered.

“yeah, it’s me.” he said, stepping a little awkwardly into the room. “what the hell’s goin’ on with you?”

“just caught a little bug,” she rasped. “but i’ll be fine…”

grim peeked in from behind leona. “she says that but she’s burning up! and she keeps saying she’s cold, but she’s sweaty—is that normal?! should i get a fan? a blanket? a healer?!”

leona pinched the bridge of his nose. “go downstairs. i’ll handle it.”

grim hesitated, looking between yuu and leona. “whaaa? you sure?”

“unless you suddenly have a degree in human medicine, you’re not much help here. go chase your tail or something. leave the real work to someone with opposable thumbs,” he replied in a snarky tone.

grim’s cheeks puffed out as if he was getting ready to rebuttal but leona shot him a glare that told him to save it. “…right. i’ll, uh, stay out of the way.”

as the little monster retreated, leona approached yuu slowly. she watched him with dazed curiosity, half-drunk on fever.

“you look awful,” he muttered, crouching down a little next to her bed. he hesitantly brushed her hair back from her face, his hand stilling when he felt the heat emitting from her forehead. “…damn it, herbivore. you been like this all day?”

she gave a tiny nod and squeezed her eyes shut. “didn’t want to bother anyone. didn’t wanna be seen like… this,” she replied as she pulled the blankets over her face, embarrassed.

leona watched her. he didn’t have the words for the feeling curling in his gut—anger, maybe. not at her. at the idea that she’d suffer in silence just to avoid ‘inconveniencing’ others.

“…idiot,” he murmured.

she peeked over the covers and her eyes fluttered, blinking up at him. “you don’t… have to stay.”

he clenched his jaw and straightened up. “yeah, well, i ain’t leavin’ you like this.”

—

leona found a rag in the bathroom and soaked it with cool water. the sink squeaked when he turned the faucet off. every sound felt loud in the quiet house.

he came back to the bedroom and gently pressed the cloth to her forehead. her breath hitched at the touch. she blinked up at him. “you don’t have to—”

“shut up,” he said, no real bite to his words. “let me take care of it.”

leona admittedly wasn’t good at this. he wasn’t exactly the caretaker type. but his body moved before his brain had even caught up, grabbing a second pillow and easing her head into it, shifting the blanket to lie better across her body, gently brushing hair out of her eyes. it surprised him how natural it all came.

yuu looked up at him when he sat down on the chair next to her bed, eyes bleary and soft. “you’re really sweet when you want to be…” she mumbled.

he narrowed his eyes. “keep sayin’ that and i’ll leave.” but he didn’t move. he watched as the hint of a smile tugged at her pale lips. however, it turned into a wince and she reached up to touch her forehead like she was in pain.

“my head’s killing me,” she slurred, rubbing her temple.

“you been drinkin’ anything today?” he asked, voice low.

she shook her head and cringed at the motion of it. “didn’t wanna throw up again,” she murmured, sounding pitiful.

“right,” he said, rising to his feet. “‘cause dehydration’s clearly the smarter option.”

leona returned a few minutes later with a cup of water. as she tried to sit up, he slipped his hand under her elbow and helped her ease into a better position. then, he handed her the glass. “drink, slowly.”

she tried, but her hands trembled too much. the water sloshed slightly over the rim. leona huffed and helped steady the glass just enough. “you’re hopeless,” he muttered, as he held the cup up to her lips patiently until she swallowed a few small sips.

she smiled faintly. “thank you leona. you’re… really a nice guy.”

“don’t push it,” he said, but it came out gentle. when she lay back down, he placed the rag over her forehead again and sat beside her bed, arms crossed, eyes watchful as she dozed off.

—

yuu tossed and turned, drifting in and out of restless sleep, sometimes mumbling words that made no sense.

leona didn’t leave her side once. he told himself it was just until the fever broke. just until she stabilized.

but every time her breath hitched or her face twisted in discomfort, he found himself leaning forward, brushing her hair back again, adjusting the cold rag when it got too warm, murmuring quiet things like, “easy. you’re fine.” things he never imagined himself saying.

the hours crawled. grim had left long ago to stay at heartslabyul and the ghosts of ramshackle kept far away tonight, either out of respect or because even they could feel the quiet intensity coming off leona as he stayed close by her bed. he drifted off a few times sitting up in the chair next to her, but he was there when she needed him to be. when her fever spiked in the middle of the night, she curled into herself and gave a weak whimper. leona was there tucking another blanket over her. when she woke up nauseous, leona was there with the bucket just in time. he held it for her, steady and wordless, even when she shook with the effort and tears started to sting the corners of her eyes. he didn’t say anything. just rubbed slow, calming circles into her back, jaw clenched with concern.

“sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse after another round of vomiting passed. “i’m gross. i’m so sorry.”

“don’t be stupid,” leona muttered, almost under his breath. “you’re sick. that’s all. no one’s mad. least of all me.”

yuu turned her head slightly toward him, her eyes bleary and red from fever and exhaustion.

“you should go… you don’t need to-“ she started, but he cut her off.

“i said i’m not leaving,” he growled softly, but there was no heat in his voice. “how many times you want me to say it?”

there was silence. then, shakily, “can you just stay until i fall asleep?” she whispered. he paused, then nodded once.

“i’ll be here.”

—

by morning, she was a little less feverish. still pale, still tired, but her skin had stopped burning under his touch, and she blinked up at him with a little more clarity.

“you’re still here,” she rasped.

“tch. don’t sound so surprised.”

yuu smiled a little. “thought you weren’t the babysitting type.”

leona clicked his tongue and leaned forward, grabbing the cup of water and holding it up for her again as she sipped slowly. “yeah, well. i make exceptions.”

she sank back into the pillows, cheeks slightly pink from his comment despite her pale completion.

“you should eat something,” he said, leaning back into the chair.

she made a face. “not hungry…”

“doesn’t matter. you need something in your system. i’ll make toast.”

yuu looked up at him, a little shocked. “you can make toast?”

he shot her a deadpan look. “i’m not that helpless.” he stood and turned to leave, then paused at the doorway.

“i’ll be right back. don’t move unless you want me to haul your ass back into bed myself.”

yuu gave the faintest of laughs. “yes, sir…”

he smirked.

“brat.”

—

leona stood in the tiny kitchen with a furrowed brow, glaring at the toaster as if it were his greatest adversary. it wasn’t supposed to be that difficult, but for some reason, the thing refused to cooperate. the lever jammed, the dial wouldn’t settle where he wanted it, and it clicked ominously every time he touched it.

“stupid piece of junk…” he muttered, slamming the lever down again with more force than necessary.

upstairs, yuu stirred faintly at the noise. even half-asleep, she could hear the clatter and leona’s grumbling echoing through the old walls. she smiled a little to herself.

he returned a few minutes later with a plate in hand. “you sounded mad at the toaster,” she teased, voice still weak.

leona paused mid-step and gave her a flat look. “i wasn’t mad. i was just… showin’ it who’s boss.”

she snorted softly. “mhm. i’m sure it learned its lesson.”

he rolled his eyes, setting the plate down on the bedside table. “keep talkin’ and you’ll be eatin’ burnt crumbs.”

leona watched with careful eyes as yuu propped herself up on one elbow, and took a small bite of the toast. her fever had dropped further, but she still looked a little too pale, and the exhaustion clung to her like a heavy fog. even so, her eyes had more life in them this morning than they had last night.

“you did good,” she said after a moment of chewing. “toast’s perfect. best thing i’ve eaten all week.”

“yeah well, don’t get used to it, herbivore. this is a one time thing,” he grumbled, glancing away from her. still, the compliment tugged at that something in his chest.

she spoke again, quiet and sincere. “thank you… for staying. i know this probably isn’t your thing.”

leona gave a half-shrug like it was nothing. “don’t go makin’ a big deal of it. i got a reputation to uphold y’know.”

“of course, i wouldn’t dream of ruining your image.” she smiled faintly before taking another bite of toast.

as sunlight crept through the windows and warmed the small bedroom, leona sank back in the chair with a quiet exhale, already resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t going anywhere—not today, not as long as she needed him. and surprisingly, he was perfectly content with that.

[drowning-in-paragraphs]

hii!!

can i request a kinda angsty fix where the reader and jude got into a stupidish fight and jude knows he’s in the wrong and tries to apologize but the reader just wants some fresh air and when she goes out a man is like following her and being creepy and she has to call jude to come get her.

i think it’d be cute to end kinda fluffy with apologies and kisses to make up.

p.s luv your work<3

a/n: thank you so much for your request, I loved writing this. I hope you like it!

MIDNIGHT APOLOGIES

jude bellingham x gf!reader

warnings: none, just that English is not my first language and the lack of originality in the title.

summary: After a petty fight with Jude, you step outside for some fresh air, despite his insistence that you don´t. Alone at night, you feel a stranger following you and you call your boyfriend in fear. When he arrives, your emotions run high, leading to heartfelt apologies and sweet moments together.

It was one of those nights that felt off from the very beginning. Jude had come home late from training, and you were already on edge after a rough day at work. The tension had been simmering for a while, and it didn’t take much for it to boil over. It started with something small—something so ridiculous, neither of you would even remember the cause by the next day. Maybe it was about him leaving his stuff everywhere or you being short with him. Either way, it turned into something bigger than it needed to be.

“Jude, it is not that difficult to pick up your stuff,” you’d said, your voice tight with frustration. “It’s like you’re always leaving it there for me to pick up.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. He was also tired after training and your bad mood didn’t help. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he muttered. “I’ll get to it later.”

“Yeah, of course,” you snapped, throwing your hands up. “You always say you’ll ‘get to it,’ but you never do, Jude. I feel like I’m doing everything, and you’re just… I don’t know...”

He huffed, clearly frustrated but trying to keep his cool. “I’m tired, you know? Training is intense right now, and I just need some time to relax when I get home. Not your naggings.”

“And what about me? I’m tired too. I’ve had a horrible day, and you are not helping.” You hated how emotional your voice sounded, like you were right on the verge of tears. The last thing you wanted was for this to turn into something serious, but you were exhausted—exhausted of feeling unheard.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "I know you're upset, but I’m doing my best—”

“No, Jude. You’re not,” you cut him off, the words sharper than you meant. “You’re not even trying.”

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the unspoken tension between you. Jude’s jaw tightened, and you could tell he was trying to bite back whatever he wanted to say. He knew he was in the wrong—knew he had been neglecting your needs, but his pride wouldn’t let him admit it. At least, not yet.

After a few more moments of the suffocating quiet, you sighed, running a hand through your hair in frustration. "I need some air," you muttered, grabbing your jacket from the chair and heading toward the door.

Jude straightened up from his position alarmed, his eyes following you. "This late? Babe, it's not safe out there right now."

You paused, your hand on the doorknob, turning to look at him. "I just need to cool off for a few minutes, Jude. If I stay here I’ll probably end up saying something I’ll regret."

His concern flickered across his face, but he held his tongue. Normally, he would’ve insisted you stay—that you work it out right then and there. But he knew this situation was his fault and that you would take his advice as a rude order. He didn’t want to escalate the situation any further. So, with a tight nod, he let you go, though the tension in his body was evident.

“Fine,” he muttered quietly, biting his tongue. “Just… be careful, alright?”

You didn’t respond, pushing the door open and stepping into the cool night air. As soon as you were outside, the weight on your chest lightened slightly. The cool breeze was a relief against your heated skin, and you walked with no particular direction in mind, just wanting to clear your head.

But as you wandered further away from your apartment, that feeling of relief slowly ebbed away, replaced by something else—a prickling sensation at the back of your neck. You glanced over your shoulder, your heart speeding up when you noticed a man a few steps behind you. His pace matched yours, and even though he wasn’t doing anything overtly threatening, there was something unsettling about his presence. You quickened your steps, trying to shake him off, but he did the same, closing the distance slightly.

You turned right onto a street, expecting the man to continue straight ahead. However, your heart began to race in your chest when the man not only imitated you, but also quickened his pace.

Your breath hitched, and your hand instinctively moved to your phone in your pocket. You fumbled with it for a second before dialing Jude’s number from memory, your fingers shaking.

He picked up after the first ring, his voice immediately concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Jude," you whispered quietly, your voice trembling. "There's… there's a guy. I think he's following me."

There was a pause on the other end, and you could hear Jude moving, probably grabbing his jacket and keys. "Tell me where are you." His voice was sharp now, all traces of your earlier fight gone. You quickly rattled off the nearest street signs, your heart pounding in your chest as you continued walking rapidly.

"Stay on the phone with me," he said firmly. "I'm coming to get you. Don't look back—just keep walking towards the main road. I'll be there in five minutes."

You did as he said, your feet moving faster as you tried to reach a more populated area, but it was difficult due to these hours. Your heart was racing, but hearing Jude’s voice kept you grounded. You kept walking, glancing around nervously, but soon enough, you spotted him, his face set in a mixture of anger and concern. The man behind you seemed to realize what was happening and quickly disappeared into the shadows, leaving you alone.

Jude reached you in moments, pulling you into his arms without a word. You could feel how tense he was, his hand gently running up and down your back as he held you close and tight.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, his lips brushing the top of your head.

You nodded, your face buried in his chest as you answered him. "Yeah… I just got scared."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning your face. "I'm sorry," he murmured, cupping your cheek. "I shouldn’t have let you go out by yourself. I knew it wasn’t safe, but I didn’t want to argue more. That was on me."

You shook your head, feeling a little overwhelmed by everything. "No, no. It’s not your fault. I just needed some space, but I shouldn’t have gone out so late."

His thumb brushed over your cheek, and his eyes softened, guilt etched into every line of his face. "Still, I should’ve been more understanding earlier. I’ve been so caught up in everything, and I haven’t been thinking about how much I’ve been taking your actions for granted. I’m really sorry."

You sighed, the frustration melting away at the sincerity in his voice. "I just… I just want you to be here with me, Jude. I don’t need you to be careful about everything, just… a bit more understanding."

He nodded, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "I will. I promise. I’m so sorry, baby."

His kisses came quicker after that, small and tender — one on your nose, another on your cheek, then the corner of your lips. You couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you, especially when he placed another light peck on your forehead.

"Jude," you muttered, but you were smiling now.

"What?" he grinned, pressing one more kiss to your lips. "I’m making it up to you."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable as you wrapped your arms around him tighter. "I think you're forgiven," you teased.

His smile widened as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one deeper, lingering just long enough to make your heart race. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m never letting you go out at night alone again. Now I’m your bodyguard.”

Of course, you didn’t protest.

[daycourtofficial]

Uncle Catastrophe

Summary: based on this request - your day out on the town is interrupted by a shadow who brings you to a very rattled Azriel taking care of Nyx

Author’s note: this is cute and fun I might do something similar with an older Nyx bc why not

The revered shadowsinger.

A male who is battle hardened, whose scars sing legends of a cruel male who lacks sympathy.

The revered shadowsinger. Brought down by a babe.

Cauldron boil him, he thinks, sorting through the massive stack of parenting books Feyre and Rhysand had bought to prepare for Nyx.

Now his scarred hands comb through the books, searching for what’s wrong with the princeling. He carries Nyx around in his arms, his tiny hiccuping body making Azriel’s thoughts spiral further with each violent hiccup.

The morning was fine - Nyx was an easy babe, he hasn’t displayed any powers yet, and he loved his family so much. Especially his uncles who shared the wings fixed to his tiny back.

Nyx’s gaze and hands always found their ways to Cassian and Azriel’s wings. The former would shoot his wings out to show his nephew just how large they were, the latter wraps his wings around Nyx, enveloping the two of them in a soft darkness.

Nyx had even fallen asleep on Azriel’s chest. He had laid down on the sofa next to Nyx’s crib in the living room, but the princeling kept babbling, waving his arms around frantically, fluttering his tiny wings. Eventually Azriel gathered he just wanted company, so he laid down on the plush sofa, Nyx curled up on his chest.

The babe lasted maybe 3 minutes before falling asleep. Azriel stayed completely still, long legs stretched out, feet dangling off the end. His shadows provided a comforting weight to the both of them, causing the shadowsinger’s eyes to grow heavier, until eventually he was fast asleep.

He woke up to a violent stirring on his chest, the babe in his arms hiccuping more violently than he thought possible. He didn’t let worry consume him until after 15 minutes of nonstop hiccuping, when he dispatched his shadows to search for books on babes.

-

You were shopping in Velaris, a new stack of books tucked into your arm when a tiny shadow wizzes up to you, circling around your body, its cool touch sending shivers up your skin.

It twirls around your body, as if inspecting you, before wrapping around your wrist and pulling you forward.

You chuckle, allowing the shadow to drag you wherever it sees fit.

It brings you to the townhouse and opens the door for you. You thank the shadow, and it gently caresses your cheek in a kiss before darting through the entryway.

You step inside, calling out, “hello?” Your voice carries through the house, until you see a head of onyx curls peak out over the threshold.

Looking as beautiful as ever, tortoiseshell glasses perched on his nose, Azriel looks at you, puzzled, before he looks at his group of shadows that follow him everywhere.

You walk towards him and he seems to be scolding one of them, his voice dropping as you got closer.

“I got ambushed by one of your shadows in the street. Do they do that to all the girls or just the pretty ones?” You ask, a light tease in your voice.

Azriel rolls his eyes at you, but continues on with whatever he’s doing.

You know something’s wrong because he doesn’t give your cheek a kiss as you walk past, so you look around trying to discern what could be wrong.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

You turn to look at him, noticing his hair is in disarray. His hair always had a perfect level of messy to it - looking slightly mused, but as if every curl was meticulously placed. Now it looks like a mess of onyx on his head.

He sighs, looking at you. “I’ve been trying to figure out what’s wrong with Nyx.”

You notice that there are books strewn about the room, all on fae babes, all open to their indexes to search for key words.

“He won’t stop hiccuping.”

You try not to laugh, especially not with how seriously Azriel looked at you.

“Is he in his nursery?” You ask, moving towards the stairs.

“Yes,” he says, following behind you.

“Hi, Nyxy,” you coo, and the young babe just smiles at your attention, a tiny hiccup jolting his entire body. You get close to him, his arms extending to you as you pick him up.

He nuzzles into you, his wings lightly twitching at your attention. You rub his back, looking at Azriel as you do so.

“You know this is normal, right?” You ask, pacing the room with the young princeling in your arms.

“There’s no way it’s normal!”

You roll your eyes, “I’m a healer, babe, you could have asked me.” Your eyes move to Nyx’s, violet eyes peering back at you.

“It’s my job to know all about babes,” you say, fingers rubbing against Nyx’s chubby tummy. He giggles in response, and Azriel sits in the rocking chair in the corner, hands going over his face.

He sighs, clearly frustrated, and you can’t help but feel like his frustration isn’t just about Nyx.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, taking your eyes off of Nyx’s violet eyes to meet hazel ones.

Azriel sighs, coming over to you, burying his head into your neck as he wraps his arms, and wings, around you and Nyx. Inside of the little cocoon, Azriel mutters, “I wanted to prove to you that I could do this.”

You had a hard time hearing him as he was mumbling into your shoulder, so you ask, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Azriel’s hands tightened slightly on your waist, repeating himself, and you ask, “that you could do what?”

His breath tickles your neck, “that I could do the whole “having a babe” thing.”

Your brows furrow, confused where this sudden insecurity cropped up from.

“Are you pregnant?”

He sighs, ignoring you, “I just wanted to prove that I could care for Nyx without your help for a bit. I know you’re a healer, but I don’t want you to find me incompetent.”

His shoulders slump a bit, “I know we’ve never really talked about it, but I guess I wanted to prove to you and to myself that.. that I could. That I could be soft and loving.”

You reach an arm around his waist, pressing Nyx between the two of you. The young prince hiccups, startling both of you.

“Oh, Azzy. I would never find you incompetent.”

He huffs, “and yet you came bursting through the door to help.”

“Because one of your shadows got me. Listen, babes are hard. And yeah there’s a lot to learn about taking care of them, but I fully believe you could do it.”

He lifts his head up, searching your eyes for some deception.

Nyx coos in your arms, and Azriel lifts one of the hands from your waist to cradle his head. The babe leans into Azriel’s touch, soaking in the attention from his uncle.

You smile at the two of them, “No one is born knowing exactly what to do or how to take care of someone else.”

His eyes return to you, his hand still fixed on Nyx’s head.

“But we can learn together, okay?”

You look up at him and a soft smile grazes his lips. “This isn’t fair - you have a head start on the material. Your job is literally taking care of others.”

You giggle, causing Nyx to shriek in delight.

“Guess you’ll just have to pick up more babysitting hours.”

[sweetfcwn]

Hiya! I love your work/writing so much!!<3 I’ve got some ideas/request in regards to George Clarke writings

- Reader Struggling with online hate & George comforts reader.

- Reader feeling sick/unwell and doesn’t wanna burden George cause he’s overwhelm with work and she’s too stubborn to admit.

<3

through the noise - george clarke

thank you for requesting!! i'm working on the second one now - hope you enjoy!

you were sitting on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly through the comments and messages. the noise was starting to build up, and even though you weren’t letting it show, you could feel it weighing on you. every word on the screen felt like a punch, and even though you weren’t reading any of them out loud, it felt like they were echoing in your mind.

you tried to ignore it, to push through and convince yourself it didn’t matter, but it was hard. the self-doubt crept in, and soon the silence in the room felt suffocating.

george walked into the room and paused when he noticed how still you were. you didn’t look up, not yet ready to face him, even though you knew he’d ask about it eventually. he sat down beside you, the space between you two just a little too wide, but he didn’t rush you to fill it. instead, he just waited.

"you alright?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes soft with concern. his gaze didn’t push you, didn’t demand an answer. he could tell something was off, even if you hadn’t said a word.

you shrugged, trying to make it seem like you were fine, but it didn’t come out quite right. your fingers gripped the phone tighter, an unconscious attempt to hold onto something that felt real.

"just tired," you murmured, eyes still fixed on the screen. you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact. not now. not when everything felt like it was spinning.

george didn’t press you, though. instead, he leaned back, his hand resting next to yours, and let the silence sit between you two. it was a familiar silence, the kind that felt comfortable when you were with someone who didn’t need constant words to know what was happening. you could feel him there, steady, giving you space without ever making you feel alone.

after a moment, george gently nudged your hand, pulling your phone down just enough to catch your eye. his thumb brushed across your wrist, like a reminder that he was there. "you don’t have to pretend with me," he said, his voice a little softer, as if trying to reach past the walls you’d built.

you looked at him, your stomach twisting with something between guilt and relief. you weren’t sure how to say it, not in the way you wanted to—no one wanted to sound like they were complaining or weak. but with him looking at you, waiting without judgment, it felt like you might be able to say it.

"it’s… it’s just hard, y’know?" your voice cracked slightly, and you quickly wiped at your face, hoping it wouldn’t show. "i feel like… i don’t know. there’s so much pressure. so many opinions from people who don’t even know me. and it’s not even about what they say, it’s just… i can’t shake it. everything feels louder than usual."

george’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he gave you a small, reassuring squeeze. "you don’t have to go through this by yourself," he said, his words grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. "you’ve got me, always. and if you need time to process, that’s okay too. just… don’t think you have to handle all of this alone."

the weight on your chest lightened just a little, his words sinking in slowly. you weren’t sure if you’d be able to move past it all at once, but the feeling of him there—steady, calm—was enough to make the noise feel just a little bit quieter.

you exhaled slowly, a small, shaky breath that felt like it was finally letting go of something. "thanks," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "i don’t know what i’d do without you."

george smiled softly, pulling you in just slightly so that your head rested on his shoulder. "you’ll never have to find out," he murmured, the warmth of his presence surrounding you like a quiet promise. "whenever you need, i’m here. don’t worry about anything else."

[tvgirlie24]

Not Enough pt.3

Things settle down between you and Alexia, but it doesn’t mean that everything is perfect now. You still have your own struggles to overcome and Alexia tries to help as much as she can. 

small angst, some fluff

part 2

Things got significantly easier after that encounter after the match, you wouldn’t say that everything was alright suddenly, you were still very hesitant around Alexia, but most of the tension was definitely gone, and you didn’t dread going to trainings as much as you used to. Though, you did have to remind Alexia that you were in fact okay and she didn’t need to ask you every other minute. As sweet as it was, it was getting a bit overwhelming at times, mostly because you were still getting used to the version of Alexia that didn’t hate you. 

Although, things have improved a lot in the past 2 weeks, you still struggled with your confidence out on the pitch, having a hard time with being comfortable in your shots and passes. So even though Alexia made a point of always telling you that you did a good job at the end of training, you knew it was far from the truth, constantly leaving training frustrated with your performance. You naively thought that if the situation with Alexia got resolved then maybe you would start doing better, but it seemed that Alexia did a lot more damage than you initially thought, a fact, which even Alexia noticed apparently. 

You could see Alexia approaching you, after yet another training session, where your performance was well below the average, to say the least, and you got scared momentarily. She hadn’t raised her voice around since that day, but you couldn’t help but think that this was it. She got fed up with how shitty you’ve been playing, and she was about to tell you off, tell you to get it together and start playing like you’re playing for Barça and not some low rated team. You supposed it was a bit unfair, she’s been nothing but nice to you these past 2 weeks, but some things are hard to get rid of. 

But when she got to you, she didn’t seem angry or as if she was about to scold you. She gave you a small smile and stopped you as you were in the process of putting away some of the equipment. She silently took some of the stuff from your hands, laying it back down on the ground and you looked up at her, slightly frowning, wordlessly asking her was she was doing.

“Hey so, uhm, I just wanted to ask you how you were doing? If you were okay?” She asked hesitantly, causing you to frown even more. You really didn’t understand what her point here was. “Alexia, I’ve told you before, I feel fine, you don’t need to keep asking me all the time.” 

“Sí, sí, I know, you feel okay, but I meant it more like, if you feel okay, uhh, mentally?” You could see she was really trying to be careful about how she worded her question, but that didn’t provide you with any more clarity. 

“I guess, yeah? Why are you asking?” 

“Uhm, vale, por favor, don’t think I’m trying to insult you, I’m not, prometo. It’s just that I see how you’re playing, and I know you can play much better. I’m not saying that you’re playing badly, it’s just that you’re making mistakes, no, no, not mistakes, uhh, choices you wouldn’t usually make, from how I’ve seen you play before and I just wondered-“

You couldn’t help but giggle a little, unintentionally interrupting her intense rambling. You could see what her point was now, and you found it a bit adorable how she was desperately trying not to insult you. While you did get to see her be a bit more carefree lately, you never imagined her being all shy and rambling, trying her hardest to be as nice to you as possible, it was still a very weird sight.

Though she just frowned at you, confused what you were laughing about. “¿Qué?”

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re rambling, like, a lot.” You pointed out carefully, also not wanting to insult her. 

“Vale, lo siento, I just really don’t want this to come across the wrong way, and I know it’s not my place to ask, but I just wanted to check in on you.” She said, a lot more calmly than before.

You were about to reply but quickly stopped yourself. What were you supposed to tell her? 

Yeah, you know, I’m actually pretty insecure about my playing skills and it’s mostly because of you, because for weeks that I was here you kept telling me that everything I do is wrong, so now I’m having a hard time playing like I did before because I’m second guessing my every move, but no worries, all is good. 

Yeah no, you don’t want to say this, you know you could, hypothetically, but Alexia was desperately trying to fix everything between the two of you and the last thing you wanted was to make her feel guilty about something that she couldn’t change. You weren’t sure what to tell, so you settled for a little half-truth.

“I guess I just lost some confidence? The style of play is a bit different here and it’s just taking me some time to get used to. I know I haven’t been playing that well I promise I’m working on it it’s just that-“

“Yeah, no, I get it. I can see that you’re working very hard, I didn’t mean to imply that you’re not. I assume I’m also a reason why you aren’t as confident anymore?”

Now it was your turn to ramble. “No? Yes? Kind of? It’s not just you, I swear. There just has been a lot going on and a lot to adjust to, I guess it has taken a toll on my playing a lot more than I realized.”

“Hey, no, you don’t need to lie to me to save my ego, I’m not a kid, I should be able to take responsibility for my actions.” Alexia realizing that she was the root of your insecurities was, in a way, even worse then her being the reason for you passing out. And if she didn’t feel like a piece of shit before, she definitely felt like one now. It was humiliating for her, her whole career was built on empowering women in sports and yet, she was responsible for her own teammate feeling like she wasn’t a good player anymore, all because she was too stubborn and judgmental. 

She let out a breath, trying to figure out the right thing to say, although she realized there probably isn’t anything that she could say that would take away all the damage that she had caused. Still, she was determined to fix this in any way she could.

“I’m sorry, I know that a simple apology won’t fix this, that nothing I can say will fix this but I really am.” She stopped to think about what she could do to help you with this problem. She got an idea but wasn’t sure how on board you would be with it, aware that things still weren’t really perfect between you. 

“Maybe, if you wanted to, I could help you practice your shots? Maybe that could help you get a bit more confidence back, you know? You don’t have to do it with me of course! I would understand if you didn’t want to, I could ask Patri or maybe Aitana, I’m sure they would love to help, but still, it’s just an idea, you can say no if-“ 

While you were enjoying this new-found side of Alexia that apparently liked to ramble, you decided to interrupt her, for her own sake. 

“Alexia, breath.” She stopped and took a deep breath, anxiously looking down at you. 

You liked her idea, you really did, but you weren’t too sure about what it would be like to practice with her. You knew it would probably help, and that she was trying everything that she could to fix this, but you still had your doubts about her. But you did want to give her a chance, fully aware that things would never completely settle down between the two of you if you didn’t put in some work as well. So, while you weren’t totally convinced that it was a good idea you decided to agree. 

“Yeah, okay, I like that idea, I think it could really help if we practice together a bit.” You answered, maybe a bit hesitantly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alexia. 

“¿Sí?” She asked hopefully. “Yes.” You answered a bit more confidently. 

“Vale, well, we could stay after training couple of times? If that works for you? Not for too long, maybe just half an hour?” 

You nodded, “yeah, that sounds good.” You agreed with a small smile. “We could start tomorrow?”

“Sí, perfecta.” She smiled and helped you put away the rest of the stuff. 

Although Alexia could tell that you weren’t really confident in your decision, she was glad that you agreed. It felt like a step forward, a small one, but a step nonetheless.

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You were a bit nervous about staying here with Alexia, to say the least. You haven’t had the chance to spend some time together without other people being there, except for when she found you crying after that match, but even that was only for a short amount of time. This would be the first time that you would actually hang out, and you were slightly freaking out. Would it be awkward? What are you going to talk about? Are you even going to talk about anything? Or are you just going to practice and that’s it? You were overthinking, a lot, and you were spaced out pretty much the entire day. The closer it got to the end of training the more nervous you got. What you didn’t know was that Alexia was freaking out just as much as you, maybe even more. She was aware that your relationship was on a shaky grounds, and she wanted this opportunity to help mend things between you two, but she was scared of the possibility of messing it up. 

Still, she approached you confidently, asking you if you wanted to take a small break and then get started to which you quickly agreed, retreating inside to cool down a little. After couple of minutes, you went back outside, seeing her set up some of the equipment so you went over to help her.

“No, don’t worry, I got it. Are you ready to start? Are you feel-“

“Alexia, I swear to God if you’re going to ask me if I feel okay, I’m going to stomp on your foot. I feel fine. If I don’t, I will tell you. I promise.” You said, trying to sound serious but you couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your face.

She laughed and nodded. “Okay, okay, I understand. So, can we start?” 

So, it turns out, that it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Both of you were a bit awkward in the beginning, too careful to really enjoy yourself, but as time passed you both got a bit more comfortable and by the end both of you ended up joking around and laughing together. If anyone told you a month ago that you would be spending your free time practicing with Alexia and having fun, you would tell them that they’re out of their mind. But that’s how it was. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun, since you could remember football was always something you were expected to do, sometimes even pushed to do, and you loved it, you really did, but sometimes it felt like a chore, something you had to do and that took most of the joy out of it. You really didn’t expect Alexia being the one to help you find some of that joy again.

“Bien, you’re already doing much better.” She said as she passed you and lightly squeezed your shoulder. You never could’ve guessed how nice Alexia’s praise would feel, and you gave her a shy smile. 

“Thank you for this, it really helped me. I haven’t had this much fun while playing in years, so I appreciate it.” You said softly and she gave you a confused look.

“Do you not enjoy playing?” She asked, hoping to understand where you’re coming from. 

“No, I do, it’s just that sometimes there are so many bad things going on that it’s hard to not pay attention to it. So, most of the time my love for playing is just kind of shadowed by all the things people say and think about me. I try not to care about it but it’s not always easy, every time I play I always think about being good, not really about having fun. Even my dad always told me that no matter what I do, I will never have fun if I want to be the best at it.” You shrugged, not really thinking of what you said as something deep, but Alexia gave you a sad look. 

You supposed it was different for her, sure she had to face her own hardships, but to her football was everything. She loved what she did and enjoyed it every minute of every day, while you often questioned why you were still even playing at all. If it weren’t for your dad you would’ve quit years ago, maybe you would’ve never even started at all, who knows.

“I’m sorry, I wish it wasn’t like that for you. I don’t think your dad is right though, you should always enjoy what you do. Sure, it won’t be easy, but you should still have fun, otherwise there’s no point in doing it.” She explained passionately and you could tell how much love she carried for football, how she truly believed what she was saying.

“I mean, you’re right, I know that, but it was never like that for me, but it’s okay, I’m used to it.” You dismissed, not really wanting to discuss it any further. 

Although Alexia didn’t continue the conversation, you could see that there was a deep frown on her face. It looked as though she couldn’t fathom feeling like you did and being so content with it. But she could sense that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so she changed the topic.

“By the way, there’s going to be a teambuilding night tomorrow, at Patri’s house. I wasn’t sure if anyone let you know, you’re coming right?” 

“Oh, no, no one told me, thanks but I will probably pass.” You said sheepishly. 

“¿Por qué?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never been to one. What do you even do at teambuilding night?”

“You’ve never been to one?”

“Uhh, no. No one ever invited me.”

“You’re being serious? You never got invited to any? It’s teambuilding, the whole team is meant to be there.” 

“I mean I got invited once, back when I first started playing for my old club, but it was just out of politeness. I could tell that no one actually wanted me there, so I just didn’t go. No one ever asked why I wasn’t there, or to come again, so that pretty much just confirmed that they just asked me to not be assholes. I was never friends with any of my teammates, we were just friendly to each other, mostly for the sake of not having any drama within the team.” You explained, trying your hardest to seem nonchalant about it, while Alexia was completely speechless.

You supposed that was another difference between the two of you. She was a well-liked member of the team, respected and admired but still a favorite person to have around, meanwhile you were always an outcast. Never one to find a close friend in any team or to be invited to hang out. You always tried to act like it didn’t bother you, that you preferred to be on your own anyway, but deep inside you longed to have a team that liked you, to have someone to rely on and to have that kind of deep connection with someone. As much as you tried to pretend to be okay with it, you weren’t. No one liked to be an outcast. 

“Well, it’s not like that this time, I’m not inviting you just to be polite. So, por favor, come. I promise you will like it. We drink a little, play some games and talk about anything but football, it’s basically a small get together.” 

“I don’t know, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

“Just give it a try, I promise it’s going to be nice. You won’t regret it.” 

“Okay, okay, if you insist.” You agreed, knowing that Alexia probably wouldn’t let it go until she convinced you to go. 

“Perfecta.” She smiled and waved you goodbye as you both made your way to your cars.

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You thanked your Uber and got out of the car, slowly making your way to Patri’s house. You were ridiculously anxious, but the thing was that you couldn’t remember the last time you actually hung out with a large group of people. You were never a popular member of any of the teams you’ve played with but you also didn’t really have any friends when you used to go to school either. You were always on your own for most of your life so your social skills were understandably pretty rusty. Sure you saw the girls almost every day but it wasn’t a hang out, you were there to train but now you wouldn’t have football to focus on. You desperately hoped that you would be able to blend in, have a drink or two and then get out without anyone noticing.

You knocked on the door and not long after the door swung open with Mapi standing in the doorway, smiling brightly at you. “Hola chica! Vamos, come in!” She ushered you in and closed the door behind you. 

“Kitchen is on the left, grab anything you want, some girls are in the living room and some are outside in the garden, just go down the hall and turn right you won’t miss it.” She explained quickly and left, and you just stood there wondering what to do with yourself. The thought of walking in and everyone staring at you terrified you and you weren’t quite ready for that just yet. 

You went into the kitchen hoping to have a moment alone and to your luck no one was there. You sat down at one of the chairs and took a deep breath, wanting to calm down a little but you were failing miserably. After a couple of minutes, you heard footsteps and not long after you felt someone slightly shaking you by the shoulder. 

You looked up and saw Alexia who once again had a concerned frown on her face. “¿Estás bien?” She asked and you nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She raised her eyebrows, and you could tell she wasn’t convinced by your weak attempt at lying.

“Okay, I’m a little nervous, this is all so new to me, and it just freaks me out a little. I never went to any teambuildings or celebratory parties and I just don’t know what to expect.” You explained, not really understanding why you felt the need to explain yourself to Alexia, at the end of the day you didn’t owe her anything, but there was something about her than made you want to tell her.

“I understand but you have nothing to worry about, prometo. I know it’s all new and scary but all the girls are very nice and it doesn’t usually get too crazy when we have one of these nights.” She reassured you as sat down next to you. “We can just stay here for a while if you want to.” 

You appreciated her efforts but there probably wasn’t anything that she could say that would calm you down, this was just one of the things that you needed to get over with. So, after sitting for a short while you stood up and so did Alexia, offering you her hand to hold and against your better judgement you did. Her hand was warm and so much bigger than yours but so comforting to hold, it was a simple touch but it left you craving more. You shook your head, quickly getting rid of the ridiculous thoughts you were having. 

She’s your captain, get it together. 

You put on a brave face and walked in the direction of the living room, holding onto Alexia and praying that she wouldn’t let go. And she didn’t, even when you sat down she kept your hand in hers, silently providing you comfort when other girls would strike up conversation with you. 

You remained quiet for most of the night, though you were pretty content with that. You didn’t have anything to add to the conversation for the most part, but you were also just not as outspoken as your other teammates. Most of your anxiety was also gone and you had Alexia to thank that for. She stayed by your side and served as a calming presence to you throughout the whole night. You actually ended up enjoying yourself much more than you thought you would and you found yourself staying a lot longer than you initially planned to. 

Around midnight you stood up, claiming to be too tired to stay any longer and you bid everyone goodbye but as you were about to leave Alexia stopped you and asked, “hey, how are you getting home?”

“Oh, I was planning on taking Uber.”

“No, I can drive you.” 

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry, I-“

“Just let me give you a ride, por favor.”

You knew there was no point in trying to argue with her, so you agreed. “Fine, okay, thank you.” You smiled appreciatively and she returned the smile. 

She said goodbye to the girls that were still staying and you both made your way to her car, Alexia even opening and closing the door for you, a small gesture that left you blushing like a school girl. 

You didn’t talk in the car as comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Though there was one thing you longed to asked her. You desperately wanted to understand why she was being so nice to you suddenly, quite literally going out of her way to be kind to you and it confused you so much. You were afraid that you probably wouldn’t get a better chance to ask her than right now, so you decided to just bite the bullet and ask her. 

“Can I ask you something?”

She hummed in agreement and you took a deep breath.

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? Not that I mind, but I just don’t really understand it? You hated me and then out of nowhere you completely changed how you behaved and I just don’t get it.” 

She let out a breath, staying quiet for a while and you started to regret asking her anything. You were about to tell her to forget about it but she started talking first.

“I know it seems sudden, it kind of is, I understand. I guess that training when you fainted was a wake up call for me? I felt like I got slapped. I didn’t like you but that doesn’t mean I ever wanted to hurt you. And most of all I made a judgement about you without actually knowing you. I guess I was jealous of you, I worked my whole life for what I achieved and I felt like you got all of that with the whip of your fingers. I know now that it’s not true, and dios mío I am so ashamed of ever thinking it, but that’s what I thought. I felt like no one ever made you work for what you had and I didn’t want that for our team. I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am about it all, you did not deserve that, not from me and not from anyone else. I will do everything that I can to make it up to you, I promise.” She explained nervously, wanting you to understand how truly sorry she was about everything.

You were quiet for a while, this was probably the first time that anyone ever apologized for treating you badly, and you didn’t know what to say. You were still hurt by her actions, no doubt, but you couldn’t deny that she has done so much in the past few days to fix it. So, yeah maybe it would take you a bit more time to really be okay with everything that had happened, but you were already starting to forgive her little by little. 

You still haven’t said anything when Alexia parked in front of your home and she looked over at you, anxiously biting her lip.

 “Thank you for apologizing and for everything that you have done for me in the past few days, it all really means a lot to me.” You said sincerely as you undid your belt, and she gave you a small nod. 

With not having anything else to say you said goodbye and got out of her car, but as you were about to close the door you realized you wanted to say one last thing.

“And thank you for the ride.” You said with a slight giggle.

“No problem, see you tomorrow?” She asked with her soft smile.“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

You smiled and as you made your way inside you realized that suddenly you were very excited for tomorrow to come, not noticing that Alexia stayed in the driveway until you got inside safely. Coincidentally, she was just as excited for tomorrow as you, maybe even a little bit more.

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This was NOT meant to be this long but whatever, hope you liked it anyway🤗 2 more parts to go and the story is finished🥳

@marvelwomen-simp

[mourningsbane]

Hiiii I just stumbled onto your page today and immediately consumed everything you’ve posted so far. I’m invested already and I especially Honeyspring and the contrast between her horrifying appearance and her sad story which makes you feel sympathy for her. I have some (read: a fair amount of) questions!! Feel free to answer. Any of them you want to. Or don’t lol I don’t know /lh

Does Honeyspring hate Tanglefern? Does she hate him for his mistake, or for not owning up to it? Does she hate him for burying her kits so far away? I know you mentioned that all of her kits were born with birth defects. Was this because of a genetic thing, like how one of her parents (I think) was infertile? Like the gene that caused it expressing itself differently, maybe. Or was it due to the way she got pregnant? (referring to the Secrets post) Or maybe because of the Morningsbane poisoning causing the kits to not develop properly? Why can’t Honeyspring speak? Is it because of the degradation of her body/the bone rot? Also, are any of the other clans cut off from Starclan like Lutumclan is? If so, have they noticed? Are the non-Lutumclan cats in Starclan concerned about how Lutumclan is cut off? Are they worried the other clans will become cut off too? Why are they so few cats in Lutumclan? I know you said the birth rate was decreasing, but is there a specific reason why? At gatherings, do the other clans notice something is off? Have any of the other clans had a cat travel to Lutumclan’s land and notice something’s off, (like to ask for herbs, to negotiate with the leader, etc) or does Rootstar usually insist on the other clans’ territory rather than Lutumclan’s? Are there any loners/rogues/kittypets that have seen Honeyspring or the weird prey, or do they typically steer clear of Lutumclan’s territory because they know it’s weird? Okay I think I’ve run out of questions thank youuuu have a good day/night/evening!!!

Thank you very much! I am glad that Honeyspring can still invoke sympathy, even if her appearance is...less than conventional! I think there's a certain tragedy to them.

And I do not mind long asks or questions, I like to receive them! I will put my answers under the cut so that they do not take up too much space. <3

Does Honeyspring hate Tanglefern? Does she hate him for his mistake, or for not owning up to it? Does she hate him for burying her kits so far away?

Honeyspring hates Tanglefern for taking away everything that was supposed to be theirs. So much going for them, and suddenly it was gone through no fault of hers. To make matters worse, he's a coward.

While Tanglefern agreed to bury Honeyspring's kits far away, it was ultimately Rootstar's decision.

I know you mentioned that all of her kits were born with birth defects. Was this because of a genetic thing, like how one of her parents (I think) was infertile? Like the gene that caused it expressing itself differently, maybe. Or was it due to the way she got pregnant? (referring to the Secrets post) Or maybe because of the Morningsbane poisoning causing the kits to not develop properly?

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Why can’t Honeyspring speak? Is it because of the degradation of her body/the bone rot?

Honeyspring can speak, it's just a little difficult to understand them! It takes a very special ear.

Also, are any of the other clans cut off from Starclan like Lutumclan is? If so, have they noticed? Are the non-Lutumclan cats in Starclan concerned about how Lutumclan is cut off? Are they worried the other clans will become cut off too?

The other clans have noticed LutumClan's sudden isolation from them, but they do not know the reason! To them, LutumClan just closed themselves off out of nowhere. The other clan's connections to StarClan seem to be just fine.

Why are there so few cats in Lutumclan? I know you said the birth rate was decreasing, but is there a specific reason why?

LutumClan is a relatively new clan that sprung up only a few generations ago! Their numbers were already small, but when first settling in the plains and building burrows, they failed to account for heavy rain; many of the burrows flooded, and most of LutumClan's original population drowned. LutumClan refers to it as The Flood.

At gatherings, do the other clans notice something is off? Have any of the other clans had a cat travel to Lutumclan’s land and notice something’s off, (like to ask for herbs, to negotiate with the leader, etc), or does Rootstar usually insist on the other clans’ territory rather than Lutumclan’s?

The clans have not had a gathering since Honeyspring's death. It's the longest the clans have gone without one, and many are getting antsy. Rootstar cannot put them off for much longer.

TonitrumClan, a close neighbor of LutumClan, has noticed their sudden isolation and is sending a warrior to check on them.

Are there any loners/rogues/kittypets that have seen Honeyspring or the weird prey, or do they typically steer clear of Lutumclan’s territory because they know it’s weird?

LutumClan's territory smells sour and cloying, like damp earth and wet flower petals. It's noticeable to anyone not accustomed to the smell. Strangers wandering the territory think it best to go around now; the prey is diseased, and something is wrong.

[spitefulsatanfics]

Dean Winchester as a Husband: A Headcanon Aesthetic

Moody Americana. Gas station sunrises. Ring calloused fingers tracing over freckles like constellations. Whiskey kisses, shotgun shells, and the quiet vow: "I'm not going anywhere."

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1. He fixes things that aren’t broken.

Dean’s love language is acts of service, often disguised as practicality. That squeaky cabinet door? Silenced before you notice. Your car makes a noise once, and he’s got the hood popped before you can blink.

> “What’re you doing under there?”

“Just tuning her up.”

“She ran fine yesterday.”

“Yeah, well. You deserve better than fine.”

He can’t always say the big feelings, but he can hand them to you in the form of freshly oiled hinges and a refilled coffee mug.

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2. He keeps your photo in the sun visor.

Not in a wallet, not on his phone. In Baby. Right where he can reach up with one hand and look at you before a hunt, or when he’s been driving too long and needs to remember what he’s got waiting.

> “Call me sentimental,” he shrugs, “but it keeps me grounded. Reminds me what I’ve got to come home to.”

He flips it down in parking lots when he’s too quiet, when his hands shake, when the world feels like it might slip out of control. You're his compass.

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3. He sleeps better with your hand on his chest.

The man who’s seen too much, lost too much, carries too much. But your hand right there—palm splayed, heartbeat beneath your fingertips—makes the nightmares quieter. Not gone. But quieter.

> “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just... don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to, Dean.”

Sometimes you wake up and his arms are already around you, like his subconscious couldn’t stand the distance.

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4. He’ll go to war for your bad day.

He can’t always fix your pain, but God help anyone who caused it. A rude customer, a snide comment, an offhand insult—Dean’s jaw clenches like a thunderstorm, voice dropping to that deadly low register.

> “Who said it?”

“It’s fine, Dean—”

“No, sweetheart. You don’t get to be hurt and alone. Let me carry it with you.”

He’ll sit with you, fists clenched, rage simmering under soft words and slow hands brushing your hair back. That’s his way—feral love, fierce loyalty.

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5. He buys two of everything: one for you, one for the road.

A candy bar you love, a flannel you mentioned once in a store, your favorite shampoo. It’s in the Impala’s trunk, in his duffel bag, in a motel nightstand drawer.

> “You think of me even when you're hunting monsters?”

“Especially then. You keep me human, baby.”

He doesn’t say “I miss you” in so many words. He says it in takeout containers and souvenir magnets from cities you weren’t in with him.

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6. He makes vows in the small, unspoken ways.

Not in churches. Not in white tuxes. Dean’s vows come in the form of your name whispered against your skin at 3 a.m., in the quiet seconds after a hunt when his forehead rests against yours, breath still shaking.

> “I ain’t ever lettin’ you go. You hear me?”

“I hear you.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’d chase you through Heaven and Hell if I had to.”

And you believe him. Because this is Dean Winchester. And he doesn’t do anything halfway—least of all love.

Written by; Little Devil <3

[moonstruckme]

Hey Mae! I love your work sm. I’m submitting a request because right now I’m dealing with some really crazy friend drama and while I’m mostly handling it okay it’s still a lot! Your fics bring me a lot of comfort- especially your James fics- and I was wondering if could do James comforting reader because of friend drama.

Totally okay if you can’t and thanks for listening either way!

<3 M

Thanks for requesting M, hope your drama is causing you a bit less stress these days! <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 838 words

“And when I asked her she said she wasn’t upset, but I could tell, you know?” You’re sitting with your hands trapped under your thighs on the kitchen counter and your back against the cabinets as James makes a sauce for your pasta on the stove. 

Your boyfriend makes a dissatisfied tsking sound. “Upset in general or upset with you?” 

“Upset with me,” you clarify, sighing. It’s been an exhausting afternoon. “She gets like this sometimes. She’s all huffy and snaps at me whenever I say anything, but if anyone brings it up she’ll say she’s fine. I don’t know why it always seems to be me.” 

James makes a sad face, kissing you on the cheek. “M’sorry, lovie. Then what happened?” 

“Then, we were just, you know.” Your fingers wiggle underneath your thighs, wanting to fidget with something, but you’d put them under there in the first place to keep from picking at your hangnail. It’s not unusual for you to come home from a hangout with your friends eager to gossip with James, but today’s weighing heavily on you. “We were just walking around, trying to find somewhere to eat. Everyone else was acting like everything was fine so I was trying to go with it, but any time I talked she’d snipe at me like I was being so annoying. And I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.

“After a while, one of the girls asked if she was alright, and she said she was, but then almost right after that I was talking to someone else and she got really pissed off with me—I don’t even remember what it was, honestly, something about me asking a dumb question—and I just—I completely snapped.”

James looks over at you, eyes widening slightly behind his glasses. You look down at your lap.

“I don’t know, I don’t think any of the things I said were wrong, but I feel—” Your voice tightens and thins, tears pressing at your eyes. “—really bad for raising my voice like that. And now she won’t speak to me.” 

“Oh,” James sets down his spoon, “baby.” 

“Uh oh,” you joke weakly. James only calls you baby when he’s feeling particularly sorry for you. 

He leaves his sauce to simmer, nudging your legs apart and stepping between them. His hands land on your lower back, his head on your shoulder. You slip a hand free from under your leg to cup the back of his head, fingers sinking into downy curls. 

“I’ve made things awkward for everyone now,” you say in a small voice. “She’s always angry, but I was the one who shouted. It’s my fault there’s conflict.” 

“I really doubt anyone sees it that way,” says James. His palm that’s higher up on your back is rubbing up and down consolingly. “Anyone who knows you knows that you’re not one to shout. But we’re all bound to get a little riled up sometimes, and by the sound of it you’d just reached the end of your tether, lovely. I think your friends will understand that.” 

“I don’t know.” You began this conversation hoping to keep up a light front, but you’re starting to sound terribly glum. “I know they’ll all be upset if we don’t make up. I think I need to apologize.” 

“Why not her?” 

“She won’t do it.” 

James sighs, leaning back so he can see you and cupping the side of your neck. His thumb strokes your cheek. “If you think that’s what you need to do,” he says frownily. “I just want to say for the record, though, that you haven’t done anything wrong. She sounds like she deserved to be shouted at.” 

You feel a little bit lighter after one of his world-class hugs, your lips tugging upwards. “Oh, yeah? And that’s your totally unbiased opinion, is it?” 

“Totally,” he swears, lifting three fingers in a salute. “Scout’s honor.” 

You let out a little laugh and pinch him on the bicep, where there’s ridiculously little yield. James grins and retaliates by catching your hand, holding it captive as he leans forward, kissing you soundly. 

“You were never in boyscouts,” you mumble against his lips. 

“Could’a been.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, your chin. “I like to consider myself an honorary member.” 

“Pretty sure that doesn’t count.” 

“Oh? And how would you know?”

James’ face is up close and personal with yours, eyes flirty and hand placed intentionally high on your thigh. If you blinked, your eyelashes would be centimeters away from brushing his glasses. 

“You’re distracting me,” you say. 

He smiles, half sheepish. It seeps through your warming skin. “It was working, too. Let me keep trying?” 

You roll your eyes, but you know James can see the grin you’re fighting to suppress. “Sure, fine.” 

“Excellent.” He dots a quick kiss on your chin and squeezes your thigh before stepping back in front of the stove. “Get the pasta out for me, please, lovie? I can hardly ravish you on an empty stomach.”

[s4kura-tr3]

Hiya! Back, back again >:)

I was thinking about JJK men with an anxious reader? (I’ve personally been super anxious cause I’ve been sick and get SUPER anxious while I’m idle, especially with the ADHD simply- not letting me, so I’ve been thinking about it :P)

If you do this, thanks so much!! If you don’t, that’s totally cool too!! Have a fantastic day/night!! :D <3

(Sorry for the slow post, school has been kicking my butt..🥲)

Gojo satoru — You sat at the corner of the café, the soft hum of conversations and clinking coffee cups around you doing little to quiet the buzzing thoughts in your head. Your fingers tapped against the ceramic of your untouched drink, and your leg bounced under the table as your eyes darted around the room.

“Are you waiting for someone?” a familiar, cheerful voice chirped from above you.

Your head snapped up, startled. There he was—Gojo Satoru, all six feet three inches of him, leaning over the back of the chair across from you, his trademark sunglasses sliding slightly down his nose to reveal his brilliant blue eyes.

“I—I didn’t think you’d come,” you stammered, your cheeks flushing.

“Didn’t think I’d come? I wouldn’t miss a date with you for the world!” He grinned, sitting down without invitation. “Though, I’m offended you underestimated my charm.”

His playful teasing made you smile, even as your heart continued its anxious rhythm. “I-I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought…maybe you’d have something better to do.”

Gojo’s expression softened, his usually smug demeanor replaced with something more sincere. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, close enough that you could see the faint scar just beneath his glasses.

“Better than hanging out with the most captivating person in this city? Nope,” he said, his voice gentle now. “Besides, I promised you last time that I’d be here. I don’t break promises, you know.”

You swallowed hard, glancing down at your cup. “I just…sometimes I think you’ll realize I’m not worth it. I’m not like you, Satoru. I’m not confident or fearless. I overthink everything, and sometimes I can’t even breathe because it all feels like too much.”

Gojo’s hand reached out across the table, covering yours. His touch was warm, grounding. “Hey,” he said softly, “first of all, you’re allowed to feel like that. Life can be overwhelming, and I get it. But don’t ever think you’re not worth my time. You’re worth everything, okay?”

Your eyes widened, and he continued, his thumb lightly brushing the back of your hand. “You don’t have to be like me. You don’t have to be anyone but yourself. And if your brain gets too loud sometimes, that’s okay. I’ve got the loudest brain ever, so I know how it feels.” He grinned, trying to ease the tension.

A small laugh escaped you, and he beamed. “See? There’s that smile. You’re braver than you think, you know. Just showing up here today? That takes guts. And lucky for you, you’ve got me to help when things feel heavy. You don’t have to do it alone.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, chasing away some of the weight in your chest. You let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Thank you, Satoru.”

“Anytime,” he said, leaning back in his chair. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, “Now, let’s get some cake. You can’t be anxious when there’s cake. It’s scientifically impossible.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across your face. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

“For you? Always.”

Geto Suguru — The evening was quiet, the kind of stillness that made your thoughts louder than you wanted them to be. You sat on the couch in your small apartment, knees pulled to your chest as your mind raced with worries—about work, about people, about things that didn’t even make sense anymore.

The knock on your door startled you, and you hesitated before standing. You didn’t need to check to know who it was. He always had this perfect timing, as if he could sense when you needed him most.

When you opened the door, there he stood: Geto Suguru, dressed in his usual black robe-like outfit, his long dark hair tied neatly behind him. He held a small bag in one hand and gave you a gentle smile.

“I figured you hadn’t eaten yet,” he said softly, stepping inside as you moved aside. “So I brought your favorite.”

You blinked at him, warmth blooming in your chest despite the anxious haze clouding your thoughts. “You didn’t have to—”

“Shh.” He held up a finger, his expression teasing but kind. “I wanted to. Sit down, and I’ll set it up for you.”

You followed his instructions without protest, sinking back onto the couch as Geto moved around the kitchen like he’d been there a thousand times before. The smell of the food he brought began to fill the space, grounding you in the present.

When he finally joined you, he placed the neatly arranged meal on the coffee table, but his focus remained on you. “Rough day?” he asked, his voice as calm as always.

You bit your lip, your hands twisting in your lap. “It’s just…everything. I feel like I can’t keep up, like I’m always messing something up, and it just won’t stop.”

Geto’s brows furrowed slightly, but his expression wasn’t pitying—it was understanding. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before letting his hand rest lightly on your shoulder.

“I know how that feels,” he said quietly. “When it feels like the world is closing in, and you can’t catch your breath. It’s exhausting, isn’t it?”

You nodded, surprised at how easily he seemed to understand.

“But,” he continued, his thumb tracing comforting circles against your shoulder, “you don’t have to face it all at once. It’s okay to take things slow. One step at a time, one thought at a time. And if it gets too overwhelming, you’ve got me. I’ll carry as much as I can for you.

Tears prickled at your eyes, but you blinked them away. “Why are you so nice to me?”

He chuckled, leaning back slightly. “Because you’re important to me, that’s why. I care about you. And I’ll do whatever I can to remind you that you’re not alone, even when your mind tries to tell you otherwise.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight on your chest easing just a little. “Thank you, Suguru. For being here.”

“Always,” he said with a soft smile. Then, his eyes lit with a playful glint as he gestured toward the food. “Now eat before I have to feed you myself.”

You laughed, the sound surprising even you. As the two of you settled into a comfortable rhythm—him making jokes to distract you and you letting yourself be pulled into the warmth of his presence—you realized just how much lighter the room felt with him there.

Nanami kento — The soft click of the front door closing echoed through the quiet apartment. You sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the edge of the blanket draped over your lap. The weight in your chest felt immovable, like no amount of deep breaths or distractions could lift it.

“(Y/N), I’m home,” Nanami’s steady voice called from the entryway. His tone was the same as always—calm, measured—but there was an undercurrent of concern beneath it.

“In here,” you managed to reply, your voice quieter than usual.

It didn’t take him long to find you. He stepped into the room, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up. When his eyes landed on you, his sharp gaze softened instantly.

“Rough day?” he asked, crossing the room and crouching in front of you so you were eye level.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze as your fingers twisted the fabric of the blanket. “It’s…a lot. Everything feels too much. I don’t even know why.”

Nanami tilted his head, studying you for a moment before he reached out to take your hands in his. His grip was firm but gentle, grounding you in the present. “You don’t have to justify it,” he said simply. “Sometimes things feel heavy without a clear reason. That doesn’t make your feelings any less valid.”

Your breath hitched, the calm conviction in his voice making your throat tighten with emotion. “I feel like I’m drowning, Kento. And I’m so tired of feeling like this.”

Nanami’s thumbs rubbed slow circles against your knuckles, his steady movements as comforting as his presence. “You don’t have to face it alone,” he said softly. “I’m here. We’ll take it one step at a time, together.”

You let out a shaky breath, finally meeting his eyes. The weight in your chest didn’t disappear, but the tight knot loosened ever so slightly under his steady gaze.

“Let’s focus on the basics,” he continued, his tone practical but kind. “Have you eaten today?”

You shook your head, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

“Then we’ll start there,” he said firmly, standing and offering you his hand. “Come on. I’ll make something quick, and we’ll sit together. No pressure to talk if you’re not ready.”

You hesitated, but the look on his face—warm, patient, unwavering—made it hard to resist. Taking his hand, you let him guide you into the kitchen.

As he moved around with practiced ease, slicing vegetables and boiling water, he made quiet conversation, nothing too heavy. He told you about a coworker’s antics at the office and how the new bakery he passed had a line around the block. His voice was calm, steady, a soothing balm to your racing thoughts.

When he finally placed the bowl of food in front of you, he sat beside you at the table, his hand resting lightly on your back. “Take your time,” he said, his tone as soft as his touch.

You took a bite, the warmth of the food spreading through you like the comfort of his presence. “Thank you,” you murmured, glancing at him.

His lips curved into a small, rare smile. “You don’t need to thank me. Just remember, no matter how heavy it feels, you’re not alone in carrying it.”

Toji fushiguro — You sat curled up on the couch, arms wrapped tightly around your knees. The TV was on, but the sound was muted—just background noise to fill the heavy silence in your apartment. Your chest felt tight, and no amount of shifting or deep breathing seemed to make it better.

The sound of keys jingling snapped you out of your thoughts. The door opened with a quiet creak, and Toji stepped inside, his broad frame instantly making the small space feel smaller. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, his sharp green eyes flicking to you almost immediately.

“You’ve been like this all day, huh?” he asked, his voice low and gruff but not unkind.

You glanced away, embarrassed. “I’m fine,” you mumbled, though your voice cracked on the last word.

Toji let out a short, knowing laugh. “Yeah, that’s convincing.” He walked over, dropping onto the couch beside you with a heavy thud. His body heat radiated toward you, and though he didn’t touch you yet, his presence alone was grounding.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, leaning back and draping one arm along the back of the couch, his tone softer now.

You hesitated, staring down at your hands. “I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “Everything just feels…wrong. I can’t stop overthinking, and it’s like no matter what I do, I can’t calm down.”

Toji’s brow furrowed as he watched you, but he didn’t rush you to say more. After a moment, he let out a low sigh and reached out, his rough hand resting on your knee.

“Hey,” he said, his voice steadier now. “First of all, cut yourself some slack. You’re allowed to feel like this. Nobody’s got it all figured out, not even me.”

You glanced at him, raising a skeptical brow. “You sure about that?”

Toji smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m serious. You think I’ve never had nights where I felt like ripping my own damn hair out? Life’s messy, and sometimes it gets too loud up here.” He tapped his temple lightly.

His words caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected him to open up, even a little.

“But,” he continued, giving your knee a gentle squeeze, “you don’t have to deal with it on your own. You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere. Got it?”

Your throat tightened, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I just feel so stupid sometimes. Like I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”

Toji’s expression darkened slightly, his tone firm. “Stop that. Your feelings aren’t stupid, and you’re not a damn burden. If it matters to you, it matters. Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise.”

His words struck something deep inside you, and before you knew it, you were leaning into him, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The weight on your chest was still there, but it felt a little lighter with his steady presence grounding you.

“Feel like getting some fresh air?” he asked after a while, his voice low and rumbling. “Sometimes a walk helps. If not, we’ll come back, and I’ll make you something to eat. Or we can just sit here, your call.”

You nodded against his shoulder, his straightforwardness cutting through the fog in your mind. “A walk sounds nice.”

Toji stood, pulling you to your feet with ease. He grabbed your coat and handed it to you, his lips quirking into a small grin. “Good. And if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll take care of it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his dramatic threat, the tension in your chest easing just a little more.

With Toji by your side, the world didn’t feel quite as overwhelming.

Sukuna ryomen — You sat on the floor of your room, back pressed against the wall, trying to breathe through the crushing weight in your chest. Everything felt wrong—your thoughts raced, your heart pounded, and no matter what you tried, the panic refused to let go. You buried your face in your knees, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears at bay.

“Oi.”

The familiar deep voice cut through the haze in your mind. You didn’t have to look up to know it was Sukuna. His presence always carried an undeniable weight, like the air itself bent around him.

You didn’t respond. Maybe if you ignored him, he’d leave.

“Are you seriously going to sit there like that?” he said, his tone sharp but lacking its usual venom. You could hear his footsteps as he crossed the room. “You’re better than this.”

You finally lifted your head, glaring at him through tear-filled eyes. “Better than what? Feeling like this? I can’t just make it stop, Sukuna.”

He crouched down in front of you, his crimson eyes narrowing as he studied your face. “Tch. No one said you had to ‘just make it stop.’” His voice was quieter now, almost calm. “But you’re not going to get through it by curling up and letting it win, either.”

You scoffed, turning your head away. “Why do you even care?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he shot back without hesitation. His words were blunt, but his tone softened slightly. “You’re mine. If you think I’m going to let some invisible nonsense bring you down, you’re wrong.”

Your breath hitched, his declaration catching you off guard. Sukuna, of all people, wasn’t exactly known for kindness or concern. Yet here he was, crouched in front of you, his gaze steady and unwavering.

“You don’t have to fight this alone,” he said after a moment, his voice lower now, more controlled. “But you do need to fight it. Let it scream all it wants. Let it throw its punches. Then stand up and remind it who you are.”

His words struck something deep within you, and tears began to fall despite your best efforts. “I don’t know if I can,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

Sukuna sighed, leaning back slightly but staying close. “You can,” he said firmly. “And even if you stumble, I’m here. I’ll drag you back to your feet if I have to.”

You looked up at him, your vision blurred with tears. “You’d really do that?”

He smirked, but it wasn’t as sharp as usual. There was something softer in the way he looked at you. “Of course. Can’t have my little human breaking apart, now can I?”

A shaky laugh escaped you, and Sukuna’s smirk widened slightly. He extended a clawed hand toward you, palm up. “Come on. You’re not staying on the floor all night.”

You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand in his. His grip was warm and surprisingly gentle as he pulled you to your feet. He didn’t let go immediately, his hand lingering in yours for just a second longer than necessary.

“Better,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You don’t need to be perfect. Just keep moving forward, little one. That’s enough.”

You nodded, his words settling in your chest like a spark of light. With Sukuna beside you, the weight on your shoulders didn’t seem quite as heavy anymore.

Megumi fushiguro — You sat at the edge of your bed, gripping the fabric of your pants as your mind spiraled. Your chest felt tight, and your breaths came shallow, no matter how hard you tried to slow them. You hated this feeling—this overwhelming, suffocating anxiety that left you frozen in place.

A knock at the door broke through your haze

“Hey,” Megumi’s soft, steady voice called from the other side. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, debating whether to send him away, but before you could answer, the door creaked open just enough for his head to peek through. His dark eyes locked onto yours, scanning your face with quiet concern.

“Thought so,” he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He didn’t say anything else right away, just walked over and sat beside you on the bed, leaving a small but comforting distance between you.

You stared at the floor, ashamed to even look at him. “I’m fine,” you mumbled, though the tremble in your voice gave you away.

Megumi let out a quiet sigh, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “You don’t have to say that,” he said, his voice calm and even. “I can tell you’re not.”

You bit your lip, feeling the tears start to build. “I hate this,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I hate feeling like I’m stuck in my own head, and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Megumi glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “You don’t have to figure it out alone,” he said after a moment. “I know it feels like you’re drowning, but you’re not. I’m right here.”

His words made something in your chest ache, and you let out a shaky breath. “I just—I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not,” Megumi said firmly, finally turning to face you. “Don’t even think that. Everyone needs help sometimes. Even me.”

You blinked, looking at him in surprise. “You?”

He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Yeah. You’ve seen how I can get—shutting people out, trying to deal with everything on my own. It doesn’t work.” He hesitated, his voice softening. “You’ve been there for me before. Let me be here for you now.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over, and Megumi didn’t hesitate. He scooted closer, his hand reaching out to gently rest on yours. His touch was warm and grounding, steady in a way that made your chest feel a little less tight.

“Breathe with me,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Just focus on my voice.”

You nodded, following his lead as he guided you through slow, deep breaths. His voice was calm, his presence unshakable, and gradually, the suffocating weight in your chest began to ease.

“Better?” he asked after a while, his tone gentle but hopeful.

You nodded again, wiping at your tear-streaked face. “A little,” you admitted.

Megumi gave you a small smile, the kind that was rare but always genuine. “Good. It doesn’t have to be perfect right now. Just one step at a time.”

He stayed by your side, his hand still resting over yours, and for the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe again. With Megumi’s quiet strength grounding you, the storm in your mind didn’t seem so impossible to face.

Yuji itadori — You sat on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring blankly at the floor. Your chest felt heavy, and your mind raced with thoughts you couldn’t untangle. Everything felt like too much, and no matter how hard you tried to calm down, nothing seemed to work.

The sound of the door opening barely registered in your mind.

“Hey, I’m back!” Yuji’s cheerful voice echoed through the room, followed by the sound of a bag hitting the floor. “I got your favorite snack—” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw you. “Wait…what’s wrong?”

You didn’t look up, trying to blink back the tears threatening to fall. “It’s nothing,” you murmured, though your shaky voice betrayed you.

Yuji was by your side in an instant, crouching in front of you with a concerned expression. “Hey,” he said softly, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “Don’t say that. If something’s bothering you, it’s not nothing.”

You shook your head, burying your face in your knees. “I just… I don’t know how to explain it. My head won’t stop racing, and everything feels like it’s too much.”

Yuji sat down on the floor in front of you, crossing his legs and resting his arms on his knees. “Okay,” he said gently. “Then you don’t have to explain it. But you don’t have to deal with it alone either, okay? I’m here.”

You peeked at him through watery eyes. “I don’t want to ruin your day, Yuji. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

He frowned, his face softening as he reached out to rest a hand on your knee. “Hey, don’t say that. You’re never ruining my day, okay? You’re important to me. If you’re feeling bad, then I want to help.”

His words broke something in you, and a tear slid down your cheek. Yuji’s expression didn’t falter. Instead, he smiled, soft and reassuring. “You know what we’ll do? We’ll take it one step at a time. No pressure, no rush. Just little steps until it feels better.”

“How?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“First, we breathe,” he said, shifting to sit beside you on the couch. “Come on, match my breathing. In for four, out for four.” He exaggerated each breath, making it easy for you to follow.

You mimicked him hesitantly, the steady rhythm of his breathing drawing you out of your head little by little.

“See? You’re doing great,” he said, beaming at you once you both settled into a calmer pace. “Now, do you want to talk about it? Or do you just want to sit here for a while?”

You glanced at him, his warm smile easing the tightness in your chest. “Just…sit here for now.”

“Okay,” he said simply. Without hesitation, Yuji wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you gently against him. “We’ll just sit. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his breathing grounded you in the moment. With Yuji by your side, the weight pressing down on you didn’t feel quite as heavy. He didn’t need to say anything else—his presence alone was enough to remind you that you weren’t alone.

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Bad moon rising III

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 3.7k

Poly!Lost boys x Emerson!reader

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A/n: This chapter will have a brief mention of SA, so this is your warning! But, don’t worry because we kick ass, literally. I also love this chapter, because it does go a bit more into the boys protectiveness and yours and theirs feelings for one another. So please in joy:)

You awoke groggily the next morning. 

Staying up late the night before at the boardwalk did not mix in well with your normal sleeping routine. Sun filtered through the blinds, the light casting a glow throughout your bedroom. You lightly stirred awake, tugging on the itchy sheets to keep last of your sleep from wandering away. 

“Y/n?” A voice called out from behind the closed door. “Sam and I’ve made breakfast, if your hungry.”

A muffled ‘ok’ surpassed your lips, the sound of your mother’s footsteps fading from your door. You reluctantly got out of bed, your pajama shirt that you may or may not have taken from Micheal’s closet rested loosely around your hips, the waist of your shirts twisted around your body from last nights sleep. 

Glancing around your room, you took in the multitude of box’s that littered the ground. Each having different labels from t-shirt and underwear all the way to cd’s and band posters. You knew that you’d have to empty the boxes at one point, and not fish through everything just to find a clean pair of socks.

You slowly walked out of your room, careful not to roll an ankle stepping over a box of shoes. The floor was cold against your bare feet, causing a soft chill to run through your body as you made your way down the stairs. 

Soft clinking of silverware and scraping plates met your ears as you rounded the stairs railing. Sam, Micheal and mom came into view, each of them sitting around the dining table, their breakfast either already eaten or halfway gone. 

Your gave them each a morning greeting, mom receiving a politer one than either of your brothers. Upon entering the kitchen, you made a quick plate, filled with plenty of eggs and bacon to keep your hunger subsided for a couple of hours. 

You returned back to the dining room, sitting next to Micheal. Mom and Sam sat on the opposite side, a single plate pulled with just bacon and a glass of orange juice sat at the head of the table. Definitely Grandpas. 

Though, where the old man currently was, is beyond you. 

As you start to eat your breakfast with your family, the gentle noise from outside passing as conversation for now. Mom let out an appealed hum, mouth stuffed with her own cooking, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she began to speak. 

“I forgot to tell you guys,” Voice slightly muffled by her hand. “I already found a job for myself.”

You slowed your eating, glancing between your brothers and mother. “Already?” You asked, lightly stabbing the yellow bit of egg. “We’ve been here less than a day, how have you got a job?”

Mom lowered her hand, smile still evident on her face. “Yes, well, last night at the boardwalk, I met a fine man who offered me a job at his store.”

“Fine man?” Micheal echoed, leaning back in his chair. “We don’t have to expect him around the house, will we?”

“No, no.” She waved off. “He is just a sweet man, who happened to notice someone in need of work.”

You shared a quick glance at Micheal, not entirely certain if the guy was just looking out for a stranger or more. Sam, on the other hand, was estatic for mom. Talking with a mouthful of his breakfast. “That’s great, mom. And, just think, when you get your first check, we can buy a TV.”

Micheal rolled his eyes at his brothers sudden accusation, you held back a smile. Remembering the conversation from yesterday about having no MTV to watch here at grandpas. 

“We can’t spend our money on entertainment, Sam. We have help pay for food and bills, we can’t just live off of grandpa forever.” She told him, taking a quick sip of her orange juice. “Besides, a video store will not pay that much on the first check.”

“Your working at a video store?” You asked, even though she had just told you the answer to your question. 

She gave a soft nod, standing up from the table with her plate and drink in hand. “Yes, unfortunately. It was the only thing that I could find in such short notice.” She then walked out of the dining room, leaving you with your brothers. 

Sam looked between you and Micheal, a sad look on his face. “My god,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair with defeat. “We’re going to be living in the streets by the end of the summer.”

You kicked him beneath the table, earning a pained noise to pass his lips. 

After breakfast, you returned back upstairs, gently closing your bedroom door behind you. Kicking an empty box out of your way as you sat down on your bed. Out of the corner of your eye, the sun bounced off of a square object, the light shining in your face. 

Turning in the direction, you eyed the cd from last night. The same one that the bleach blonde slipped into your back pocket. Reaching over, you picked up the object, twisting it around in your hand as you read the song listings for the cd. 

You pondered with the disk in hand, gently tapping it against your palm as you eyed your cd player. A pair of headphones hung on top of the device, eagerly waiting to be played. 

A tired sigh passing your lips as you opened the plastic case. You weren’t one to judge people’s music, often giving each genre a try before making a conclusion on it. But, stolen music was something that’d you’d happily judge. 

Placing the disk into the appropriate slot, you pressed play on the cd player. The music played through the headphones, the padded material fitting snug against your ears. You laid out on your bed, letting the music calm you, despite the punk metal flowing through your head.

You hadn’t seen the four boys over the past week at the boardwalk. Well, you did see them, anyone could see them. But, they were always driving away on their bikes or terrifying some tourists that got to close to them. 

You also didn’t know what to say to them, it wasn’t like you were friends with any of them. So, you just stuck to the side when they would get too close or change directions entirely, not wanting to be noticed by the leatherback motorcyclists.

But, you were noticed.

They knew when you were near, and they knew when you would hide away in a random shop when they’d passed by. To them it was hilarious, this girl that they’d barley known was doing everything in her power to keep herself hidden from them.

It wasn’t like it was something new to them, plenty of people dodged their presence when around them. Often, giving them a clear path to walk along the boardwalk. 

Though, whenever they would catch the sweet odor of your perfume, or the soft beating of your heart. Their feet would follow after you, trailing a good distance behind to not alarm you of their presence. 

And it was like they couldn’t stop when they would catch your smell in a crowd. 

It was something deep down that made them follow after you, something deep within their cold body’s that tethered them with you. They all felt it, that odd pull when one of them would spot you. But, none of them would speak out loud about it, not knowing how to ask what it was or why it was you. 

They just knew that the pull they’d fell would softly strengthen itself they closer they were to you. And a small part of them was curious of what it could mean. 

You watched as the sun lowered itself behind the crashing waves of the ocean, soft pinks and purples mixing in with the night sky before it turns black. It was always mesmerizing how the sun would move so quickly, yet slowly throughout the day. Beginning and ending just as it had started, beautifuly.

The railing from the boardwalk dug into your forearms as you leaned against it, a peaceful feeling scorching through your body at the sight before you. You knew you’d have to leave soon, you promised mom that you’d be back before dinner. 

Pulling yourself from the deck, you made your way over to the stairs leading down to the beach. Straps of your bag digging into your shoulders, as the weight of your items shifted. The only reason that you had brought the thing was because you’d wished to open your wallet a bit more tonight. 

A couple of happy’s for your family and yourself. As well as your house keys, wallet and Walkman. (For when you get bored.)

The sand inched itself into the crevices of your soles, no doubt something that mom would get on to you about if you track any kind of grime into the house. 

You could have just walked along the boardwalk, but you were growing a bit tired of the over packed people crowding around you. Too many sweaty bodies, and far too many noises. So, a nice walk along the beach would be the perfect way to end the night. 

A small fire came into view, the light casting a soft glow around a group of kids that surrounded it. You didn’t recognize them. Not that you’d recognize a whole lot of people with only being in town for a total of two weeks, but still. Loud music came from the group, shouts and laughter erupting the quiet atmosphere of the beach. 

You kept your focus away from the group, not wanting to disturb their own fun. Keeping a far away distance to not draw any attention towards yourself. Though that seems to be the opposite of tonight’s plans. 

A sharp whistle came from the group, dragging you out of your peace. 

You glanced over at the bonfire, stopping momentarily in the sand. They were a lot closer to you than the fire itself, maybe a few feet away than the couple of yards they were previously at. 

“Where you running off to on such a nice night, babe?” One of them asked, his voice slur like. The nickname didn’t roll off his tongue like Paul’s did the other night, no, instead it came off forced and disoriented. Almost like the name was just a way to try and sweet talk you. 

“Home.” You told him bluntly, taking slow but deliberant steps away from them. 

An airy chuckle came from a different guy, “What a coincidence, so are we.”

“Please don’t follow me.” You said over your shoulder, picking up your pace when you realized that they were starting to follow you. 

“Why not, you look like you could use the company.”

You didn’t give a response, instead kept your head forward, ignoring the calls that they continued to ring out. “C’mon, beautiful, this a way to treat a gentleman?”

An hand gripped your arm, yanking you back into the imbrace of a body. Two strong arms wrapped around your waist keeping you tightly in his hold. “I was fuckin’ talking to ya.” He told you, the smell of his intoxicated breath making you gag. 

He pulled you closer to the fire, dragging your body as you kicked and refused to allow him to take you to their spot. The other guys had brutish smiles on their faces, finding the situation as a pleasant form of entertainment for them.

One of the men snatched your bag off your shoulders, tossing it near the bonfire as a couple dug through your possessions. “Let me fucking go!” You shouted, arms and legs kicking out at anyone who got close. Your sudden movements caused the guys grip on you to slip, your feet finally planting firmly on the ground.

You twisted out of the guys hold, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. And, out of a flurry of emotions, you raised your dominant arm, reeling it back before your fist connected with his nose. Hard. 

A sharp crunch came from the man’s nose, and something warm and wet coated your knuckles as you pulled your fist back. The man let out a pained groan, his hands cupping his nose as blood dripped from between his fingers. 

“God! Fuckin’! Dammit!” He shouted, words coming out choppy and rushed as he struggled to breath properly through his nostrils. “Look what you fucking did, you bitch!”

You bit your toungue, fighting off a smug smile. Now is really not the time to play around with these guys, but, you knew it felt good to punch him. The tiny bag of dicks deserved it. “I can see.” You told him taking a small step back from the supposed leader of the group. “And it looks like a shitty nose job, if you ask me.”

“You broke my fucking nose!” He was beyond pissed, anyone with an eye could see that. He pointed a finger at you, blood dripping from the tip. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

God, this guy has a nasty mouth on him. He gets punched one time and it’s all fucking this and fucking that. His mama needs to teach himself some manners. 

You opened you mouth to tell him, ready to snatch your bag back and take off towards grandpas, when a reflective object caught your eye. Glancing over at the man’s hand you saw a knife clutched tightly in his right hand, his fist slightly shaking for how hard his grip was. 

Holy shit. 

He really is gonna kill you. 

Turning swiftly on your foot, you tried to manuver out of the outstretched hands grabbing at you. Sprinting on the sand, you felt as the tiny rocks slowed you down. Everytime you pushed off, your foot slowly sank down into the beach’s bay. 

Holy shit. 

A hand gripped your hair, tight. Your scalp burning as you get yanked back and thrown down on the ground. A yelp slipped past your lips when your upper body hits the floor, the air vacating your lungs. 

You tried to lift your body up, tried to run, tried to scream for help. But, there were suddenly hands everywhere, holding you down on your back, arms and legs pinned down as the man you’d punched leaned over you. 

“You know,” he started, twisting his knife in his palm. “It’d be a real shame for me to fuck up your face, because, well, you sure do got a pretty one.” He trailed his hand over your face, blood trailing behind as he did so. 

“Burn in fucking hell!” You shouted, putting as much strength as you could muster to try  and shove off the ones holding you down. 

A nasty sneer rested on his lips, “But such a shitty attitude, maybe I’ll cut off your tongue, you know, keep you quiet for once.”

The guy pinning down your left arm looked up at the man, slight concern bubbling across his features. “Hughie, yer not actually gonna cut ‘er, right-“

“Shut the hell up!” Hughie shouted at the man, knife pointed dangerously close to his face. “Just shut up.”

He turned back towards you, the knife dropping down to his side as glared down at you. “I ain’t gonna cut the bitch.”

You felt air enter your body, feeling slightly better about the situation now knowing he isn’t actually gonna use the knife. But, you still didn’t know what he was gonna do with you. 

“No, well just take her shitty bag, and I want just a little pay back for the nose.” Hughie brought his index and thumb close together. 

You watched with wide eyes as he walked around you, stopping at the top of your head, kicking just a little bit of sand in your face as he did so. “Fucking slut.” He muttered, before he raised his leg and the heel of his boot came down hard on your face. 

David sat on top of his motorcycle, the kickstand holding him steady as he puffed on his cigarette. The sun had set about an hour ago, the night fresh and just starting. They had plenty of time to scope out the crowd and find their next meal. 

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Paul and Marko sweet talking a group of ladies. They’d be nice for a snack, David thought. The sent of their blood flooding his senses, but, they’d need just a little more to actually fill them up. 

Dwayne leaned against the wooden railing, keeping a steady eye on those who wander too close to him and his brothers. Anyone that catches his eye would immediately steer themselves in a different direction. 

The smell of your blood drifted around the group, drawing Paul and Marko away from the group of girls and back over to their brothers. Your blood was a lot stronger than usual tonight, they noticed. It was more out in the open than what they’d usually smell around you. 

Paul was the first to notice you, a smile spreading across his face. “Hey, babe.” He drawled, watching as you came into view of the group. “Where you been lately?”

Though you didn’t stop to acknowledge them, in fact you seemed to walk faster to try and past them. It was slightly uncharacteristic of you, no snarky comment or a roll of your eyes. To say they missed it was an understatement. 

One by one, they each stepped away from their bikes, sauntering over to your fleeting form. The smell of your blood grew stronger and stronger the closer they got to you, the reminder that they need to eat picking at the back of their minds. 

Marko reached you first, gently pulling at your arm to catch your attention. “Hey, beautiful, where you been all week?” Though, you shrugged off his hand, barley giving him a glance as you tried to push through the crowd. 

He furrowed his brows, slightly confused at your demeanor. The first time you’ve met you’d snapped at him for trying to take a silly vinyl, and now you wouldn’t even spare him a second of your attention. 

Even when they’d see you out on the boardwalk, you’d always glance up at them, meeting at least one of their eyes before scurrying in a different direction. 

He quickly glanced at the others, silently asking them what to do. 

David brushed by his brother, understanding him without either having to open their mouths. He took long purposeful strides, the sounds of the others following right behind floated up to his ears. In no time, David was at your side. Gloved fingers wrapping around your forearm, as he spun you around to face them. 

A witty comment danced on the edge of his tongue, the sudden impulse to hear a snarky remark fall from your lips egged him on. Though, what he sa made his thoughts stand still. 

Bruises were found all around your face. A few rested along your jawline and cheekbones, but, the biggest of them all was the one on your right eye. The skin slightly puffed around the eyeball, making it hard to see clearly from that side. 

A dark red was slowly but steadily seeping from your bottom lip, the sticky liquid had had found its way to the collar of your shirt. The fabric had caused the blood to spread across the top. 

That explains the smell of blood. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. Your breaths became labored, short intakes and outtakes, eyes darting past the four men to your surroundings. 

David placed both hands on your face, the feeling of his gloved fingers against your skin oddly calmed you. You placed your own hands against his wrist gently trying to tug them away, though, his grip didn’t seem to loosen. 

“Let me go.” You said in a hoarse voice, the sound of it made an odd feeling stir in the pit of the boys stomachs. 

You hadn’t even realized that the rest of the boys had surrounded the two of you. Each eyeing the small marks that littered across your face with hidden emotion. 

Paul had reached forward grasping your hand in his, eyes trailing across the hills of your knuckles. A faint coat of blood was slowly drying itself up, blood that wasn’t your own. The blonde gently showed your hand to the others, discreetly eyeing each of them, a silent conversation threading itself through the air. 

A weak sniffle sounded from you, mindlessly dragging their thoughts back to the fact that you were here right infront of them. “Can I please just go home?” You asked, voice wavering with emotion. 

One by one they each gave a chorus of, ‘of course’ or just a simple nod. Paul released your hand, not before wiping a small trail of blood onto the pad of his finger. Keeping the scent with them as you left. 

David pulled his hands away from your face, the cold touch lingering on your warm skin. They watched as you pushed through the crowd, hand gently pressing against someone’s lower back as you pass by them. An eerie tick crawled its way to the back of David’s mind, something unsettling and terrifying. 

And it didn’t seem to mix well with the need to feed. 

David glanced over at Dwayne, giving him a quick nod. The brunette mirrored his brother, neither having to open they’re mouth before he distantly trailed after you. Getting lost in the crowd just as you had. 

Now just the three blondes were left in the boardwalk. Paul was softly bouncing on his feet unpatiently awaiting for David’s orders. Marko stood beside his brothers, fingers twitching at the sudden need to sink his fists and fangs into someone. 

The faint smell of the assholes blood filtered through their noses, a soft trail leading through the crowds. Without glancing back at the terror twins, David signaled towards the bikes. The three of them straddles their own Motorcycles, Dwayne’s would just have to stay at the boardwalk until they get back. 

They revved their engines, the loud noise drawing attention of nearby locals. Though, tonight, the people’s attention was the last thing that they were trying to capture. 

“Boys,” David spoke over the rumble of the bikes. “Let’s eat.”

A/a/n: Ok, so, if anyone of confused by the ending, the boys went out to basically kill the surfer nazis. And, Dwayne went to make sure you got home safe before joining his brothers. Also, I felt like the ending was a bit rushed, because I haven’t posted in like a week or something. But, let me tell you that this chapter has been 90% done the whole time. I was just lazy to finish the other 10%. But, let me know what you guys think ;)

@mrstargayen09

[k1mbe3rly]

OK WE NEED A PART 3 OH THE SE-MI ANGST EXCEPT THEY MAKE UP AND GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP AFTER LIKE ONE MORE ARGUMENT WHERE THEY REALIZE THEY BOTH JUST WANT EACH OTHER

anything for bbg, part 3 of that’s so true

Run my hands thru her short dark brown hair.

no warnings, LOWKEY kinda shorttt but it’s okay cause it’s a happy ending

After awhile, Se-mi managed to get the courage and follow you on instagram, she watched herself as her thumb pressed “Follow”, she figured if she reached out first it would mean something to you maybe?

But for you, you couldn’t stop thinking about her, you thought you had moved on for good but I guess your boyfriend was just a distraction sadly.

You thought about more than ever, why did she have to come to your job like that? what made her do that. You wish you could just restart everything as you got a notification, you grabbed your phone looking at it

“Se-mi started following you.”

You read as a small smile creaked up into your face but you quickly stopped remembering everything that had happened, you sighed as you clicked on the app debating to follow her back or not but without thinking you quickly followed her back, you groaned at yourself as you sulked in bed.

You closed your eyes thinking about everything until again another notification interrupted you, you looked at your phone once again as you quickly squealed out.

“Hey y/n..can we talk?”

Was all you read from your phone, she messaged you.. she actually messaged you, it’s crazy to think that SHE would reach out first.

You decided to be a little nonchalant and wait like 2 or 3 minutes before answering, you replied back with “Talk about what?” you simply texted her.

Not long after she sent you another message.

Se-mi: “About what happened, please?”

You: “I guess so..”

Se-mi: “Can we talk in person? I just feel like it’s better to do it in person.”

You: “Fine, where at?”

Se-mi: “My place? if not it’s fine we can always go in public”

You: “No it’s okay i’ll be there in a few”

She hearted your message, as you smiled and let out a breath of relief.

You quickly got up and tried to put something cute, you than drove to her house excitedly as you parked infront of it, but before you went in you took a deep breath making sure you had a nonchalant face not wanting to ruin your cold don’t act.

You knocked on her door as she opened it quickly, “You actually came..” She said with a slight smile, All you did was nod at her as she opened the door wider gesturing you to come in, you walked in everything still familiar.

“Uh let’s go to the couch, do you want a drink or something?” She said, “No i’m fine” you replied, “Uhh i have your favorite?” she smiled a bit at you hoping to cheer you up just a bit, “I’m good.” You said a bit coldly as she sighed a bit and nodded.

Yall went and sat down on her couch which was always comfy but yet you were not going to give in just yet.

“So what did you wanna talk about?” you told her looking at her for a bit.

“I just wanna talk about us..i wanna fix this”

“What is there to fix?” you said back still not breaking your cold act.

“I know what I did was wrong and i regret it.. i really do, and i’m really sorry..I guess I just wanted to act cool infront of..that girl. By embarrassing you and I take back every word I said.” she said boldly as she stared into your eyes.

You stared back at her your gaze softened at her apology wanting to forgive her but not yet.

“Se-mi, i don’t know if I could forgive yo-.” you begin speaking but before you could finish she quickly spoke again.

“I know it’s hard to forgive me but i really am sorry! You have to understand that ever since that day i’ve been thinking about you and I feel so terrible about what i told you and if I could i’ll take it all back! i just wanna start over with you.” she said, “Your honestly everything I want.. and I know i didn’t act like it before but you really are! that night when you confessed to me..i was in denial i really was! but after our second argument just something inside me snapped.. i’m not sure what or even how it happen but y/n..i like you!” she yelled out basically, not once she broke eye contact, this whole time she’s been saying all this, she’s been staring at you.

You were at lost of words as you kinda stared back, you felt your cheeks feel hot as a small shiver ran down your spine, you finally spoke up.

“You like me..?”

Se-mi quickly nodded as she scooted to you a bit more, “And if it’s okay..can i do something?” she said as you turned your head for a moment then looked at her and nodded.

She leaned her head towards yours and kissed you.

You were frozen, you didn’t kiss back or even close your eyes, you sat there feeling her lips on yours, honestly your dream since you probably first met her but you finally came back to your senses and quickly backed up leaving her a bit shocked as she looked at you and gave you a small distance.

“Se-mi..i have a.. boyfriend” you told her, “Fuck..right i forgot, im sorry-.” she said as you cut her off.

You kissed her, she was shocked at first but quickly melted into the kiss, her hands going to your cheeks and rubbing her thumb a bit, lips moving in sync as you finally pulled back, she smiled at you and put her forehead against yours.

“So i’ll take that as you still like me?” she whispered to you as you just nodded, “And your boyfriend?” she spoke again, you sighed “I’ll have to break up with him obviously..” you told her.

“I don’t wanna rush things but..would you maybeeee wanna be my girlfriend? obviously after you break up with him! i mean i totally understand if you want a break!” she said quickly, “Just shut up.. and yes, i’ll be your girlfriend after i break up with him” you told her as you smiled and giggled a bit, she laughed a bit and hugged you as you hugged her back.

And boom just like that, yall started dating.