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cookiesupplier · 1 year ago

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty-Five (nsfw)

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

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Once dinner was over, Talia went back to Vinny��s, staying with Chris and Ricky was not going to happen. Being around the two of them was entirely far too tempting for her, and it wasn’t just physical. Being around them, she was drawn to them, both of them. Sitting there in her bed thinking back to the last couple of weeks, when she was around Chris, she always felt so vibrant, so alive. He made her feel joy in living again, when she realised now that for so many years, she’d just been going day by day, just putting one foot in front of the other. She’d been living her life, as if she were, an echo of herself, ever since she managed to leave the institute.

What did that say about her life, everything she’d done? Her friends, her family? Oh, no, she knew what it said about her family. Her blood family anyway, they hadn’t mattered to her since before they’d forced her into that institute. Looking back, she felt like she was a better person for that. Her family had always put too much stock in money, and where people stood in the social classes, it was one of the reasons that they weren’t allowed to bring friends on their snow trips. Saying family only might have seemed a bonding experience, but from her memories, it always felt like a way to push down those that they felt were ‘lesser’ than they were. Talia would have preferred to stay home for her holidays with her friends, any time, but she never got that choice, always dragged along, every year. Sure, there were plenty of trips that she actually enjoyed, but that didn’t mean she didn’t wish she didn’t wish for things to be different.

Her life before the institute, her life before everything had been turned on its head, before her family questioned her sanity, had always been privileged. Sometimes admitting that made her feel, disgusting. It made her feel, repulsive, like she didn’t deserve anything that she had in her life, anything that she’d had before.

For Talia, while her tattoo had destroyed her life in so many ways, it had also freed her from her family too. Freed her from them, from their expectations, from the way they would bind her and trap her to their ways, without any escape from the way they wanted her to live their lives. The problem was, looking back now, she hadn’t really, had she? She’d been living for so many years, under that shadow, the shadow of what they had done to her, hiding in herself, and withdrawn from how she really felt about it all. Not telling a soul? How was that free at all. She might have gone out, looked like she was living freely with her friends, her found family, her new life, her new home, her new freedom, but she’d still been trapped.

She’d blamed the tattoo and how other people reacted to it for so long, first there had been the jealousy at school, high school, college. Whether they believed her or not didn’t matter, people that once called her friends suddenly treated her like she was a freak, like she was mental. Oh, Talia thinks always thought she’d better than us, she has to have a famous soulmate, and went out of their way to crush her down, each and every day. It went from person to person, and she had felt so alone if it went for Ava, Jordan and Kyle, why they’d stuck by her, she’d never really understand, but they had. She asked them once, and all Ava had done was shrug and say that when she’d needed her, Talia hadn't blinked, nope, she hadn’t blinked about helping her. Sure it hadn’t been about soulmates, it had been about losing her parents, but Talia had always been there for her, supported her, so why wouldn't she be right by her side when she needed her too, no matter whatever the reason, ever.

Yet she’d been hiding, hiding in the shadows of her life, hadn’t she? Telling herself it was because everyone treated her differently because of her tattoo had been far too easy. When she tried to meet new people or date, most of them were just looking for their soulmates, and she could never be that, so it was, always, wrong. There was always an excuse not to put herself out there, not to take risks, and yet, now here she was. She was terrified, not sure if she was ready to take such a risk on Ricky, and Chris.

While Ricky didn’t want her, her soulmate tattoo was just as it had always had been, nothing but a nuisance to her. Now with the change that Chris might be involved, she wasn’t sure what that was going to do to the situation. Ricky seemed to think Chris would want her, but Ricky had kissed Chris himself before even considering they’d be connected, right? Chris certainly didn’t seem to have had a problem with that either, what if she didn’t need to be a part of the equation at all? The very thought sent a searing feeling she could only consider contributing to pain to her tattoo, breathing through it, it hurt more than it ever had before. Talia didn’t want to lose… she didn’t want to lose either of them. Yes, she knew Ricky didn’t want her, and what Chris wanted, she didn’t know that yet. Yes he'd kissed her so eagerly, but that was a kiss. A kiss was easy, a soulmate? A soulmate was so much more than a kiss. They didn’t even know what was truly happening with his soulmate tattoo. Maybe it would have no connection to their, but considering the sensations involved, it seemed unlikely.

Just thinking about this afternoon with them, the joy, laughing over cooking dinner, teasing Ricky over his dessert, it calmed her down enough for the scorching pain in her tattoo to ease. Considering how painful it had been, she was sure that it had happened faster than ever before. She shivered, however, just thinking about the dinner, and everything that had happened during it, most noticeably, the end… dessert. Ricky bringing out his dessert.

Thanking about that moment, that moment that they’d sat there eating his dessert, those messily decorated strawberries, the chocolate smearing her lips. Remembering the way she had spied, the way Chris watched as she licked over them, his eyes following the movement of her tongue over her lip as she swiped at the chocolate. Talia felt her face flush with a tingle of warmth flush through her all over again. Only this time it felt like so much more than her just her face when she’d blushed seeing Ricky watching her lick her lips as well. Both men had had their eyes trained on her last night, and laying there in her bed, all she could think about, was imagining them watching her now.

The need that rushed through her now was like a thrum of heat, and the tingle in her tattoo was no match for it this time. Before, Talia had been struggling to handle the feelings in her tattoo when this happened, the intensity. This time, she swore that thinking about the way both Ricky and Chris looked at her last night, closing her eyes with a soft groan, her fingers slipping down into her slip shorts, it was no match. A whimper escaped her at the aching throb she felt burning between her thighs, her fingertips slipping under the flimsy material to find herself already wet just thinking about them. Gasping, why was she so surprised, these men had been consuming her thoughts for, for far longer than she wanted to admit.

Stroking her thumb over her clit, her thighs confined in her shorts but far too wrapped up in this feeling to give thought to taking them off right then, so just gave in to how far she could move. Her fingers rubbing along her slit, on sliding into her with a groan as she rubbed over nerves as thought about the feeling of Chris lips on hers. How would it feel to have him be the one touching her like this? Thinking about his finger pressing inside of her, his tongue circling her clit instead of her thumb.

“Chris.”

His name escaped her with a moan as she pressed a second finger inside herself. Feeling the way her inner walls fluttered just at the thought of Chris fingers inside of her. Of course, as the sensation washed over her completely, the fingers of her other hand twisting in the sheets of the bed, a shudder running down her spine. Talia’s hips arched slightly into her touched as she pumped her fingers inside herself, rubbing against her sensitive skin, moaning, chasing her pleasure. Her eyes fluttering closed as she just gave herself over to the thought of it being Chris there with her, Chris fingers inside of her. Ricky kneeling on the bed beside her, her other hand moving from the bed and massaging her breast over her top in his place, his voice low, and rough whispering against her ear,

“You like that Sweetheart, look at you, such a good girl, going to come for us, aren’t you?”

Keening at the sound of his voice, oh god, it was so different hearing it now, so different when she wasn’t fuelled by the panic of the tattoo. The tingle in her neck was still there, reminding her, but it wasn’t ruling over her body, it didn’t feel like it was controlling pushing her this time. Not when her fingers curled inside of her and she heard Chris this time.

“Going to come for us, aren’t you, Baby?”

The moan that ripped from her throat at his question, hearing that, would Chris even call her that, oh god, please, please,

“Daddy, please!”

Rubbing at her clit furiously, imagining Chris mouth on her, his fingers inside of her, pressing at that spongy spot against her inner walls as she cried out when she almost wailed as she came undone on her own fingers.

Panting for breath, blinking her eyes open as she came crashing back down to earth. While consciously Talia knew she’d been alone this entire time, all the same, the effect was jarring as she glanced to where she had imagined them for those barest of moments, wishing they were there, and her bed was empty. Her hand slid from her breast, the other slipping out of her shorts with a whimper. She to god, if that was the tattoo making her hallucinate, that was a whole new layer of freaky, and she was going to scream. No, no, she wasn’t going to consider that, it was just her over active imagination and two irresistibly sexy men staring at her over chocolate covered strawberries, that was what had done it.

Oh god, she needed to cool off.

After a few deep breaths, she climbed out of bed, took a moment to change her underwear for comforts sake and made her way to the bathroom. Washing her hands in some cool soothing water, she then continued to splash some against her face, looking at her flushed warm features in the mirror.. What had she gotten herself into?

It was as she's walking back to her room, that was Talia runs into Ava, who seemed to making her way towards the kitchen.

“Can’t sleep either? Just getting a glass of water.”

Shrugging her shoulders a little,

“Bit of a strange dream actually, needed to splash some water on my face.”

Smiling softly to Ava then, but at the same time, her stomach twisted at yet another little white lie. She was always doing that, twisting the truth just enough to be tell the truth, but not tell her the entire truth..

“Actually, no.”

Sighing, no she couldn’t keep doing this, she needed to tell her the truth, she needed to tell her everything, finally. Maybe even Kyle and Jordan, but she could have those conversations later, this one she needed to have first.

“Not quite anyway, Ava, can we talk?”

Dividers: @saradika-graphics (roses) @cafekitsune (MDNI)

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beecauseevan · 8 months ago

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Rating: M Chapter: 3 / 13 (updates every other day) Tags: Slowburn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Eddie Diaz has religious trauma

Chris is 800 miles away, and Eddie's house feels emptier than ever. As always, Buck is right there, ready to have his back, to catch him without hesitation if he falls. This is familiar, this is normal, this is the way they've always been.

This is fine, until it isn't.

Until Eddie finds himself drawn to Buck in ways he never expected—ways that might not be so new at all.

Eddie stands there, motionless, surrounded by sunlight and the sweet scent of pancakes, and he listens, and he thinks about how much he loves Chris, who is so kind, so curious, so sensitive. Sometimes, Eddie wonders how it's possible that Chris became this wonderful person, this incredible young man who is nothing like Eddie at all. Right now, he doesn't have to wonder. He knows. Chris is simultaneously the best thing Eddie has ever done and the victim of all of Eddie's worst mistakes. As a parent, you want your kid to be all the best parts of you, but most of Christopher's best parts didn't come from Eddie. He's curious about everything where Eddie sometimes finds it difficult to get excited even about the things he loves. Chris has a ton of friends, Eddie prefers his tight inner circle. Chris is kind and caring and emotionally intelligent in ways Eddie has never been. Chris is funny, but he doesn't have Eddie's patented more-than-slightly-mean sense of humor. Chris thinks outside the box. Chris is almost scary smart. Most of Christopher's best parts remind Eddie a lot of Buck. Buck, who has been Christopher's steadfast companion for almost six years now, who loves him more than life itself.

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#buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie fics #buddie 911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #mine

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lettersfromaphrodite · 2 years ago

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― pairing : Felix x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, vampires au, Felix is a vampire, reader manages to travel to a parallel universe, medieval settings, reader gets kidnapped for literally a paragraph but nothing happens because Felix saves the day ― word count : 4.380

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🧛‍♂️ VAMPIRE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix

Strange and unusual as it was considered by everyone in your village, for you, working as an archaeologist was only a source of pride; despite most people still thought that “it wasn’t a woman’s ideal job”, you simply settled for ignoring their unrequested comments and kept going to work with a smile on your face.

Knowledge was dangerous in your time, especially if a woman knew too much; luckily, you’ve never paid too much attention to them and slowly grow accustomed at people addressing you as a witch.

“Until they decide to burn me,” you constantly thought, “let them believe I’m getting informations by mysterious spirits and not from books.”

For more than two weeks you have been assigned to a small team, your days busy with trying to find signs of an ancient population. The excavation site was on top of a lonely hill which stood at a rocky mountain’s feet; apparently, a huge column had showed up out of nowhere, laying to the ground used and corroded by natural events.

Rationality prevented you from thinking that such a large column had come out of nowhere and therefore, you ended up spending most of your days at the excavation site, not bothering whether you were alone or if there was someone else with you; working by yourself was probably what you preferred, since you didn’t have to waste your time doing small talk with your colleagues.

It was early in the morning, and the birds were chirping all around you, keeping you company as you were busy cleaning a part of the large column with a soft brush; you were determined to find anything useful and therefore, you refused to give up on your research, although you still haven’t found anything.

Quietly humming a song to yourself, you didn’t realized about the fact that you’ve pressed the bush against the stone column a little harsher than needed, not until you heard a soft and unfamiliar clicking noise coming from the mountain’s wall.

It was incredibly weird, almost as if a lock had been unlocked, but where could it be? You were completely surrounded by nature, it was impossible for a lock – or a door, to be there.

Nervously biting on the wooden end of the brush, you kept curiously glancing around yourself, when suddenly, part of the mountain began to move. Your expression was a mixture between horror and utter shock as you watched a circular part of the rocky wall big enough to resemble a door, shift and fall to the ground as if it was being absorbed, completely disappearing.

An insane amount of dust was released due to the sudden movement of the door, but still you could see a faint light coming from the other side; despite the fact that you were terrified, your curiosity and your desire for adventure were slowly creeping into your mind. You stood there, motionless, pondering whether you should try to get inside it or not, when the door somehow seemed to decide in your place; it didn’t remain open for more than few minutes, and as soon as you saw the rocky wall slowly erupting from the ground in order to close that mysterious passage again, you acted before thinking, quickly running towards the now closing door and jumping over it.

As the wall completely closed behind you, you realized that you didn’t have a way out, if not moving forward; you decided to place your hand on the wall as you slowly stepped towards the faint light you were seeing at the end of the corridor, hoping not to find any dangerous situations, since your only weapon was the brush you were using at the excavation site.

Strange and intricate drawings met your fingers, and you noticed that they were elegantly written on the walls; you were incredibly curious, where did that door lead you to?

Quickly enough, you reached the end of the corridor, and you abruptly stopped in your tracks: the corridor led you to a wide rocky chamber, where a boy was sitting on the floor while leaning against a wall, presumably asleep. The first thing you noticed was the neat bright red circle written around him on the floor and you furrowed your brows, assuming for the first time in your life that it was something related to witchcraft.

“Where did I end up?” you thought, instinctively walking towards the sleeping boy with slow and cautious steps; his hair was light blonde and a bit long, his bangs delicately falling on his delicate features; his face was sprinkled with freckles, almost resembling as he had a galaxy printed on his face, making him look some sort of angelic.

Even if you felt bad for waking him up, you honestly needed to know more about where you were and how could you go back home. Carefully, you stepped over the circle without noticing that your boot smeared part of it; as soon as you kneeled next to the sleeping boy, his eyes fluttered open, and you held back a surprised gasp as soon as bright crimson eyes met yours. The boy gave you the brightest and most gentle smile you’ve ever seen, before tugging at your wrist and making you lean on his chest; your hand came in contact with his velvet jacket as you tried to push yourself up, noticing that he wasn’t try to hold you against him in any way.

«Finally, my bride came to set me free!» he said excitedly, and you were sure your eyes almost popped out of their socket.

«Your what?!» you shrieked, abruptly yanking your hand from his grasp, ignoring his sad expression at your rough gesture, and you sat on your heels, putting a bit of distance between the two of you.

«My bride,» he repeated with a pout, refusing to meet your gaze, «the demon that trapped me with this,» he added as his left index pointed to the circle on the ground, «said that only my bride would have managed to set me free!»

Pressing your fingers on your temples, you refrained from laughing in his face, since he was probably out of his mind.

«Listen, I’m not your “bride”, I simply stepped inside the circle,» you tried to clarify, «and now I want to go back home.» The boy – Felix, carefully listened to you as you explained that you had walked inside the door at the end of the corridor, and gently furrowed his brows in an apologetic expression.

«You can’t go back,» he shrugged, carefully standing up and stretching his limbs as he had been sleeping for years, «that door opens… Well, honestly, no one knows when.» Felix gently offered you his hand, and as you instinctively took it, he helped you to stand up; despite his hands were cold, his touch was extremely gentle.

«What am I going to do, then?» you mumbled weakly, more to yourself than to him, trying to do your best at hiding your panicked state; you weren’t doing a good job, since Felix awkwardly patted your head with a frown in the attempt to console you.

«Listen… I can ask to a friend, he’s a witch, but you’ll have to stay with me all the time, since it’s dangerous for humans to stay by themselves in our world.» Felix said, and your eyes went wide.

«He’s a what?!» you shrieked, «quit talking like you’re not a human being!» much to your surprise, Felix chuckled at your words, as if you weren’t noticing something obvious; you were so determined to find a rational explanation to everything that actually, you still didn’t realize that you’ve never met anyone with bright red eyes, and as soon as Felix slightly opened his mouth to show you a pair of sharp fangs, you swore you felt as if you were going to faint.

A month later, you still had troubles believing where you managed to end up; apparently, a whole parallel world was existing along yours, the two dimensions divided by a stone wall that randomly opened every now and then, allowing anyone to trespass.

Felix had insisted for you to live with him, and despite the fact that you had been reluctant at the beginning, he was the only person you knew and the fact that he offered to help you was both risky and comforting. Truth be told, when you discovered Felix was a vampire you didn’t sleep for the first three nights, afraid that he would sneak into your room and drink your blood until you were dead, but he never did.

However, anytime Felix was hungry, he’d simply say that he was going for a hunt and that «there’s plenty of food, don’t wait for me.», and you eventually ended up having your meals by yourself.

Felix also absolutely prevented you from going out by yourself, saying that there were too many dangerous creatures ready to take advantages on humans – since human trespassers were rare; you listened to him, but anytime Felix had showed you around the village, you couldn’t help but to want to see more.

Various and different creatures – some looking less human than others, were living together and in apparent harmony; you were forced to admit to the rational part of yourself that such a thing could not be explained, and that therefore, the supernatural really existed.

As you strolled the village, Felix always refused to let go of your hand, saying something along the lines of «my scent covers yours», a thing which you didn’t understand but didn’t really want to question, either. Inevitably, you found it easy to trust Felix, which was attentively looking at your naive astonishment with an amused face.

«Look at him!» you had whispered to Felix once, tugging his hand to claim his full attention, «he’s like a walking jaguar!» you exclaimed, your head tilted towards the tall blacksmith focused on his work; Felix laughed whole heartedly at your comment, thing that make you immediately blush for unknown reasons.

«He’s not a jaguar, he’s a Fadus.» he explained gently, as if he was suddenly talking to a child; you tilted your head, as if to ask what was the difference when he obviously resembled a really tall wild animal standing on his feet, «Fadus are like leopards, but they’re way more clever, and their skin is blue.» satisfied, you hummed to yourself.

«Another thing,» Felix exclaimed, bringing a finger to his lips and slightly leaning towards you, as if he was about to tell you a fundamental information, «don’t tell them they look like jaguars, Fadus are awesome, but they’re incredibly… sensitive about these things.» you immediately nodded, and eventually you ended up asking Felix about things that didn’t exist in your world; Felix was always more than eager to explain you everything you wanted to know, and slowly this had become your new routine.

Honestly, you found it impossible not to trust Felix, and you inevitably started to get along, quickly becoming friends; contrarily to your world, he had explained that no one had any kind of prejudices against women, and therefore, many of them held very important social and political positions.

“Sounds like the place for me,” you ended up thinking sometimes, wondering about the feeling of openly speaking about your interest without being looked down; actually, you already were having glimpses of how it would be like.

Felix was a vampire, and therefore, thanks to his age he knew a lot of things you didn’t; the two of you spent endless nights talking about your interests and the difference between your worlds – from the biggest ones to the faintest details, and you couldn’t help but finding yourself getting a little more attached to Felix each passing day.

Not only Felix was witty, caring, playful and sarcastic, he was also incredibly handsome; there was something in the way his nose scrunched when he laughed, baring his fangs and his eyes disappearing behind two tiny crescent moons that made the butterflies in your stomach do somersaults.

Felix was also a man of word; he had keep his promise, asking to his friend to find out more informations about the portal. Sadly, despite a month had passed, there weren’t any news and apparently, there wasn’t any way to predict it.

Felix was on a hunt, and you took advantage to take a hot shower; autumn had just started and therefore, the sensation of hot water on your skin was more than enough to relax you.

A white towel was safely wrapped around your body, reaching around mid-thigh, and you were about to brush your wet hair when you started hearing weird noises coming from your living room.

«Gosh,» you heard someone say, «it reeks of human in here.» you furrowed your brows, tightening the towel around your chest before walking through the living room with quick steps; you were decided to confront the intruder by grabbing the most dangerous looking object you could see in Felix’s living room but you didn’t expect for the intruder to look so hot: honey coloured skin, dark red eyes and black hair, something in his appearance was incredibly alluring. He was wearing a heavy black coat that reached his ankles, leather pants were detailed with leather strings that travelled on the mid of his thighs, leaving part of his skin exposed.

The stranger seemed to sense your presence, as he immediately turned his head on his left, meeting your gaze.

«Oh, now that’s interesting,» he mumbled more to himself, taking a step forward, «Is Lixie home?»

“Lixie?” you thought, remembering that only his closest friends called him like that; you slightly relaxed, realizing that you probably were not in danger anymore, despite the fact that he looked quite intimidating.

«No,» you admitted, «he should come back soon.» even thought the boy was standing on the opposite side of the living room, something in the air shifted; his eyes seemed more glimmering, and you started to feel warmer. It was as if you were feeling a strange sensation of pleasure flooding on your body and instinctively, you pressed yourself against the wall as he took a small step closer.

«Changbin,» Felix’s stern voice suddenly spoke, and you relaxed as you saw him appearing out of thin air, «keep your incubus tricks to yourself.»

«I wasn’t doing anything harmful!» the stranger – Changbin, groaned, «you guys don’t even let me play nowadays.» he pouted, and you saw his shoulders lowering in defeat as he quickly walked towards the small circular wooden table in the living room.

«I’m sure Hyunjin would let you have plenty of fun.» Felix chuckled, even if he kept standing in front of you.

«My husband isn’t food.» Changbin pouted, before placing a small velvet box on the table, «Here’s what you asked for. Make sure she never takes it off.» with that, Changbin vanished in thin air right after saying goodbye to both of you.

It took you few seconds to realize that you were still clutching the towel around your body as if your life depended on it; eventually, Felix slowly turning around and walking in front of you made you snap back from your thoughts.

«Are you okay?» somehow, Felix’s voice came out a little bit raspier, and you didn’t fail to notice his gaze flickering from your eyes, to your lips, and along the part of your slightly exposed chest; you nodded in a silent answer, confused about the fact that the strange feeling you felt when Changbin was in the room didn’t go away.

Felix lifted his hands and placed them against the wall, caging you between his arms; you felt your cheeks heaten as you felt your heart picking up pace and instinctively, you licked your lips, noticing that Felix attentively followed the gesture. You felt trapped, and you could feel the heat emitting from his body; it would be a lie to hide the fact that you fantasized about kissing him more than once, and the fact that he was so close to you and seemed so serious was enough to make you struggle to keep your breath even.

«Did he do anything stupid?» Felix asked again, imperceptibly inching closer to you; his breath was fanning your lips, and you desired nothing more to feel his lips moving against yours.

«He didn’t.» you mumbled, afraid that if you spoke any louder, the atmosphere would have been ruined.

«Good.» Felix mumbled back, as if he was desperately trying to say something to keep the conversation going and not wanting to move away.

«I… Should go get dressed.» you tried, hoping that he would disagree.

«Yeah,» Felix licked his lips, unmoving, «you should.» your hands were itching with the desire to kiss him, but you held back; you closed your fist around the towel, ignoring how you knuckles went white, and eventually, Felix moved. You strode towards your bedroom, closing the door behind your shoulders and placing your back against it. What just happened?

Eventually, you decided to walk out the comfort zone provided by your room just to see Felix peacefully reading on the couch in the living room; you could swear that a blush was dancing on his cheeks as soon as he saw you, but eventually, he got up and walked towards the small wooden table, pointing to the velvet box that Changbin had placed there.

A small necklace was hanging from a silver chair; it looked harmless and not too particular, you noticed.

«Thanks to a magic spell, this will hide the fact that you’re a human,» Felix said as soon as he noticed your confused expression; «you can go around by yourself every now and then. Just… never take it off.» Felix nervously scratched the back of his head, and you felt incredibly happy.

«Thank you.» you smiled, and without thinking too much, you reached out to hug Felix, which immediately tensed up; lost in your bliss to finally having the possibility to visit more of this world, it took you a while to realize what you had done, but before you could pull away, Felix’s arms hesitantly circled your waist, before mumbling a weak and embarrassed «you’re welcome.»

Turns out, the enchanted necklace was not a good idea. During a chill and sunny afternoon, you spent your time wandering through the village, keeping close enough to your house in case you felt insecure and wanted to go back when suddenly, a piece of cloth tightly pressed on your nose and your mouth startled you, and instinctively you inhaled; your throat started burning, and your head started spinning. You felt someone roughly grabbing your waist, probably preventing you from falling before you started feeling too weak to call for help. You didn’t know what kind of substance you inhaled, but you didn’t faint, instead, fear and panic creeped through your senses as you saw that you were being dragged through narrow and less walked alleyways.

«I’m curious, is Felix that eager to play with his food?» much to you dismay, you found out that your capturer was an incubus; the boy stood taller than you, and he had pressed you against the wall while tightly keeping a hand around your throat. You wanted to scream, to claw at his face, but you couldn’t move.

Despite the fact that he was an incubus just like Changbin, the aura they were emitting were totally different. Changbin emitted a pleasant aura, and when he used his influence on you you felt warmer and slightly in bliss; this incubus was using his aura to make you feel afraid. He touched your chin to lift your head, and as his cold hand touched your skin you felt nothing but disgust and repulsion; you started feeling numb, since he was probably already taking away part of you energies.

Even if you forced yourself to stay awake, you eventually lost consciousness, with the faint hope that Felix would eventually find you.

What you definitely didn’t expect was to wake up in your own bed; you tried to sit up with a pained groan, but petrified as soon as you felt your throat burning in a painful way.

“So, it was real,” you thought, but before you could try to voice your own thoughts, Felix walked through the door, sitting on the bed and looking at you with apologetic eyes.

«Please,» you felt your own voice shake with fear, «Tell me that nothing happened.» Felix give you a sad smile, understanding what you were implying and eventually, he shook his head.

«I found you as soon as you lost consciousness.» he spoke, and you felt relief wash over you. Immediately, you shifted, throwing yourself at Felix and hugging him like your life depended on it.

«I’m sorry,» you said, on the verge of crying but somehow holding it in, «I never took the necklace off, I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.» you kept repeating like a mantra, despite the fact that Felix was gently rubbing your back while repeating that it wasn’t your fault.

«He had been following you for a while, I should have been more careful,» Felix admitted, claiming the blame of what had happened. It was strange, how both of you tried to place the blame on yourself but even if – after what happened, you were dreading any form of human contact, you didn’t want to part from Felix’s embrace.

«Come on,» Felix said during breakfast, turning his chair towards you, «lean in.» you wondered what exactly he had in mind, since it’s been two days and you unconsciously yanked yourself away as soon as he tried to touch you.

Hesitantly you did as he asked, and placing one hand on the edge of the table and the other on your knee, you leaned in; Felix moved hesitantly, but eventually placed his forehead against yours.

«I know you’re still shocked, but I want to console you somehow,» Felix said with a smile, his red eyes burning into yours from up close, «I can’t hug you, so this will do.»

Felix’s features were mesmerising, and you felt your cheeks heating up due to the sudden proximity; since the night when you were about to kiss, you’ve never been this close.

Honestly, you don’t know what came over you, but you found yourself leaning in and capturing Felix’s lips in a brief kiss, a simple and gentle peck; however, as you were about to part, Felix’s hand prevented you from moving away by gripping on your nape, pulling you to him in order to finally properly kiss you. Felix’s kisses were hesitant and gentle, and anytime the two of you parted to breathe, he always waited for you to start the contact in a silent way to respect your pace after what had happened to you.

What he didn’t know, was that you felt incredibly safe with him and therefore, you never wanted to part from him; slowly, that night, you trusted Felix enough to give yourself to him completely, finding the missing part of your soul as your bodies gently moved together on his bed.

«Hyunjin told me that the portal will open tonight,» Felix’s voice broke the peaceful quietness in the house as he stormed in through the front door, «I came back to tell you.»

«Oh.» despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head, it was everything you could bring yourself to say; you politely thanked him, before eventually, going back in your room.

Honestly, you didn’t want to spend your last day silently weeping on your bed; at first, you wanted to create a lot of good memories to look back to once you finally got back to your world, but now, you found the idea of leaving honestly painful.

Things between you and Felix remained unspoken and unsettled, and you didn’t know where the two of you were standing; you couldn’t deny anymore the fact that you were in love with him, but what about him?

Felix had always made you feel loved with the way he acted or talked to you, but did he return your feelings? Was it okay for you to wish to stay with him?

Evening came before you realized, and you and Felix stood in the chamber where you met for the first time few months earlier; he didn’t let go of your hand not even for a second, as the two of you walked to the narrow corridor you’ve once walked by yourself. Felix could hear your quick heartbeat, and mistook it for your desire an anticipation to go back home when honestly, you didn’t.

«Then, goodbye.» Felix said after taking a deep breath, gently kissing your forehead.

«Bye…» you nodded to yourself; you wanted to tell him a lot of things, but the familiar click prevented you from talking.

The wall shifted slowly, and you could see a glimpse of your world and the excavation site you’ve been working on for weeks; you took a small step towards the door, but eventually, stopped. Leaving things unspoken and unsettled was probably the most coward thing you could do before leaving because despite everything, not only you loved this world more than your own, you also loved Felix. You wanted to give the two of you a possibility to be together.

With a gentle smile you kept to yourself, you stood motionless and eventually, you watched as the world you’ve once lived disappeared once again in front of your eyes; proudly, you turned around, smiling at Felix which was looking at you with a dumbfound expression.

«Oh!» you chanted, skipping towards him and snaking your arms around his waist, «looks like I missed it!» the smile on your lips was more than enough for Felix to understand that your decision would have always been the same: stay with him.

«I love you,» Felix said out of the blue, even thought he was originally planning to say something along the lines of “I thought I had lost you,” or “I was ready to jump into the next portal”; you smiled at him, relief washing over you as he spoke.

As Felix connected your lips in a gentle kiss, you knew you had made the right choice.

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velvetvexations · 6 months ago

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hey, so re: drawing you with the drawings you’ve shared + rhea ripley as inspiration/reference

would you mind listing off the “key features” from the design?? I really want to try my hand at drawing you but I’m also extremely anxious about potentially missing a design detail

so it's something like -

Long straight black hair, like Rhea has in this set

Do you see how untraditionally feminine her face can be at times? I love that so much. It's the biggest part of what made me glom on to her lately.

Chris Motionless (coincidentally associated with Rhea) looks so much like an actually AMAB version of her with the right hair on this magazine cover if you need more inspiration as to the fine details.

I prefer being more buff than Chris, though, like Rhea is. I'm a powerhouse.

The Blue Oyster Cult symbol under the my-left eye.

Vibrantly bright red skin. This D20 fanart was the first reference I used for the color;

The eyes have black sclera with red irises.

TEETH.

Lipstick and nails are neon green.

What I'm wearing in previously posted art was entirely artist intuition, and they did a pretty good job! Lotta black, if you wanna throw color in there look to 2000s emo shit.

Huge fucking tits beyond what you would normally expect anyone to have naturally. Like, cartoonish. Edging into being an actual problem getting around places in real life. If I can get tits as big as I want I'm going to run an especially high risk of getting hate crimed and will almost certainly have the police called on me for just walking around with a shirt on because people will take it as unquestionably sexual lol.

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jackiesnats · 2 years ago

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Chris Motionless NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dom!Chris, Sub!Reader, mentions cnc/water sports/sounding

A/N: me writing bandom in 2022 I’m shocked skkskshs

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris makes sure that you’re completely okay before he’d get up to start cleaning. He’d give you a massage as soon as you drink the water and you eat the snack he gives you. After sex, especially after a rough scene, he gives you all the attention you could want.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chris’ favorite body part on himself would be his hands. He loves being able to feel how wet you are when he slides his hand down your pants when nobody’s paying attention.

Chris definitely loves your mouth, especially your lips. He loves watching you wrap them around his cock, especially when he isn’t hard yet.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Chris loves when you come on his cock the most, feeling you squeeze around him while he fucks you through your orgasm. He also loves when you come on his face.

Chris prefers to come inside of your pussy, and occasionally inside your ass. He also loves coming on your face, especially when he’s fucking your face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not really a secret between you and him, but he’s open to you pegging him. He would still be doming when you peg him though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Chris is very experienced, and he’s always willing to teach you about things you’re unsure of or things you’d like to try. He’s really patient when it comes to teaching you too.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Chris loves missionary the most, being able to see your face as you come is his favorite. However, he’s not opposed to fucking you in other positions either. His other go to position is on your side. This way he can play with your nipples or choke you better while he’s fucking you. He also occasionally likes sixty-nining with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, Chris is completely serious. He takes your pleasure serious, but sometimes he can’t help it when the two of you are having a quickie. That’s when he’s usually giggly.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Chris barely shaved unless you prefer him to. His hair doesn’t bother him much, and if it doesn’t bother you, he’ll keep it unshaved. For you, he loves hair but if you prefer to shave he’s okay with that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Chris can definitely be romantic, but he saves it for when he’s off of tour. Once he’s in town, he’ll buy flowers, and get your favorite food before coming over to your place to surprise you. Usually that’s when he takes his time with you, especially since he has to leave the next day. You always appreciate him stopping to see you when he’s in town.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Chris usually masturbates when he’s away from you, and it’s usually to videos that both you and him have made together. Sometimes when the other members are asleep, he’ll call you just to hear you come.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris is definitely into a lot of things. He’s big into knife play, as well as CNC and watersports. He also enjoys service submission, being called daddy or sir, and he also really likes orgasm denial and overstimulation. If you’re into it, he’s really sharing you. Chris loves the idea of watching his other band members tucking you while he watches. He’s also into having threesomes - and the thought of having one with him and Spencer from Ice Nine Kills gets him hard.

With watersports, he’s really into it, but if you’re not, he’s okay with not doing it. He also really likes branding. Chris also has a big breeding kink. Chris is also into being a service dom if he’s not being rough. He also loves making you cry.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Chris will fuck you anywhere as long as he’s comfortable. If he thinks the two of you would get caught, he wouldn’t take a chance. But if it’s on his tour bus or in his car, Chris will most likely have his hands in your pants.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, Chris is so into you, he really only has to think about you to get going. Especially when he’s thinking about making you come so much you cry.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Chris won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. He’s also not into sounding.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Chris definitely prefers giving over receiving, but he’ll never say no if you offer. He’s very good at oral, and he takes his time with it. When you suck his cock, he loves when you take him in your mouth when he’s completely soft at first, wanting to get hard in your mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Chris is usually fast and rough, but when he hasn’t seen you in weeks or months, he prefers slow and sensual most of the time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Chris and you always have quickies when you’re traveling with the band. You both don’t mind them, but it’s not your favorite thing.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Chris loves to experiment with you, and will just about try anything with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

On a good day when he isn’t having a concert, he can go about four rounds in a row. Usually you’re the one who taps out when he’s gotten enough rest. When he does have a concert, he can go two rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Chris and you have a collection of toys, including a few pocket pussies for him to use on himself when he’s punishing you. He loves using toys on you, especially when he gets tired, so that way you can still get off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris is a tease, a hundred percent. He loves teasing you, especially when you whine for him and when you beg for him to do something. Unfortunately for you, he doesn’t give in to begging easily.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Chris will occasionally moan, but for the most part he isn’t as loud as you. But he does love to talk dirty.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If you’re wanting to shave, and you need help, Chris loves to help you. Afterwards he loves kissing your pussy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Chris isn’t too big, or small. He’s average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Chris’ sex drive is very high, especially when he loves fucking you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once you’re taken care of and cleaned up, Chris falls asleep very quickly.

#my writing #mine

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dear-indies · 8 months ago

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hi! it would mean a lot if you could help me with a faceclaim. if not, that’s completely fine with me and i more than understand!

i was originally thinking of using krista keehus, but after looking up her tumblr page (which is easy to access and find, just look up her name and look at blogs i think it’s either the first or second one. it’s her name and has plenty of problematic post) i do not agree with anything she has ever said on there and i would also like to tell people who are also thinking of using her, that she is just a very good person. though, i can’t tell people to stop using her if they truly want to - i just know i will not be using her.

regardless of that, i am looking for a faceclaim who could possibly work against chris motionless. (preferably someone who has a gothic and/or alternative look). though, the kicker would probably be that i would prefer for the person to have plenty of recourses. the doesn’t faceclaim doesn’t necessarily have to be someone in the music scene, but that’s fine with me - especially if they have plenty of recourses lol. i’m looking for someone around the ages of 26-34 years old, no one older than 36 preferably.

Juliana Huxtable (1987) African-American - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

FKA twigs (1988) African-Jamaican / White, possibly Egyptian.

Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - vibes in Polite Society and The Umbrella Academy.

Úrsula Corberó (1989) - vibes in Money Heist and Snake Eyes.

JuJu Chan (1989) Hongkonger - vibes in Wu Assassins and Fistful of Vengeance.

Chantal Thuy (1990) Vietnamese - vibes in Black Lightning.

Damaris Lewis (1990) Afro-Kittian - vibes in Titans.

Rina Sawayama (1990) Japanese - is bisexual and pansexual.

Seychelle Gabriel (1991) French, Mexican / White - vibes in Blood Fest - has spoken up for Sudan and Palestine!

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Shotzi Blackheart (1992) Filipino and White.

Emma Dumont (1994) - vibes in The Gifted.

Lily Sullivan (1994) - vibes in Evil Dead Rise.

Lina Ahn (1994) Korean.

Adeline Rudolph (1995) Korean / German - vibes in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Resident Evil.

Juliette Motamed (1995) Iranian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Emma Mackey (1996) - vibes in Sex Education.

Jazzelle / Jazzeppi Zanaughtti (1995) African-American - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ruth Codd (1996) - is an amputee.

Rhea Ripley (1996)

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American, ¼ Korean - vibes in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Uncharted.

Kiana Ledé (1997) African-American, Swedish, Mexican, Cherokee - has spoken up for Palestine!

No resources but has the vibe:

Ruby Soho (1991)

Zheani (1993)

Slick Woods (1993) African-American.

Dani Miller (1994)

Luara Reisinger (1994) Brazilian.

Coty Camacho (1995) Mixtec and Zapotec - is pansexual.

Mei Pang (1996) Malaysian-Chinese.

Hope this helps!

#fc help #rph #rpc

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mousegard · 2 years ago

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it's that time of month again! time for a new chapter of "edelgard and co drive the plot of symphogear g off the rails!"

Episode 11: Where Silence Has Lease

In this chapter, Maria breaks bad, Shirabe makes a new friend (against her will), Edelgard meets Chris's parents, and Heidrun (with reservation) embraces the life of a song-powered magical girl.

Heidrun closed her eyes and willed the circulation of magic in her body to tie a knot around the fragments of Gungnir near her heart; the words of the Holy Chant came to her lips, a fire in her lungs and a resonant tenor hum in her throat. Her feet slipped from the frame of the helicopter, but rather than meeting empty air rushing past her, she felt heat and light engulf her, like stepping into a blacksmith’s forge. In this realm of light, bright enough to burn through her eyelids, she felt currents take hold of her. Her body moved of its own accord, as like a dancer, and it reminded her of all those times Edelgard had taught her to dance. Heidrun—Hubert at the time, of course—had been taller than her, and a boy, and thus a natural fit to lead, but she had always preferred Edelgard play that role. Even then, perhaps, this had been right for her. Her hands traced the familiar sigils of magic spells while the innermost layer of Gungnir’s armor traced itself over a body she had once only entertained shameful fantasies of having, molding itself to her shape like a second skin—black, ash-gray, bloody streaks of scarlet. Machinery built itself around her; gauntlets assembled around her wrists, not unlike the arcane devices employed by Those Who Slither in the Dark, and glowed with pulsing violet lights. Next were armored boots, rising to her thighs; and skirt armor, along with what she supposed those ‘vernier thrusters’ were. A billowing shroud of a cape flowed out like spilled ink from the crimson jewel in her collar, spilling over her back. Last to form was the headgear: the sharp, protruding blade antennae flipped forward like goring horns, and—as a personal touch—a visor formed over her eyes and slid down to form a mask over her face. (She wasn’t sure why the rest of her fellow Symphogear adapters just ran around with their faces uncovered. Did they realize how much extra work that meant for poor Fujitaka and Tomosato? What if the Flame Emperor had run around without a mask?) And then, with the transformation complete, she found herself hanging motionless in thin air once more, the city below rushing to meet her, the helicopter above dwindling away. She unfurled her shrouding cape to form a set of broad, gliding wings like those of a wyvern’s, dark magic fluttering like raven feathers on the breeze, and slowed her descent.

#symphogear #fire emblem three houses #crossover #fanfiction

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heyyoupikaboo · 1 year ago

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Welcome 2 My Blog

oh hi. if u don't know who i am, my name's gracie. but you can also call me pikabelle. i'm a teenage female who has never heard of the term cringe. why? bc cringe culture is (mostly) dead to me.

im also reeeaaaaalllly into pokemon. like reaaallllyyy into it. my top three are aggron, tyrantrum, and zweilous. i also really like 2003 strawberry shortcake and mlp fim.

like my music taste? here it is:

Breaking Benjamin

KoRn

System of a Down

Slipknot

Rob Zombie

Eminem (older)

Hollywood Undead

Evanescence

Disturbed

The Pharcyde

Attila

Schoolly D

MC Chris

Rain Paris

Ozzy Osbourne

Metallica

Old Run-D.M.C

A lot of vgm

Motionless in White

Tag Team

Johnathan Young

Katy Perry (before Witness)

Weird Al Yankovic

likes: pizza, metal, old school hip-hop, playing the piano, pokemon, horror movies, the transformers movies (the soundtrack specifically), dark fiction, bacon, sausages, burgers, french fries, cringy 2000s and 90s stuff, dark/offensive humor, freaktale (thanks to @sharks-freakshow-aus), pokemon the series s&m, chinese food, authentic mexican food, sushi, seafood (especially crab), american mcgee's alice (and madness returns), partying, the 90s addams family

dislikes: boy bands, overtly colorful video games, bad puns, romcoms, nicki minaj, cardi b, glitchtale, eggs (on their own), people who take themselves way too seriously, taco bell, harry styles, lizzo, katy perry (witness - onwards), jehovah's witnesses, bible thumpers, taylor swift (i prefer her country over her pop), radfems, libfems, bts stans, ea

any mental disorders? i have autism but i'm more on the asperger's side

anyways here are some rules:

my profile my shit. if you don't like what i post kindly reply ur heart out

if i catch you glorifying my autism or tracing my ocs i WILL track you down.

don't message me annoyingly saying how you wanna be my friend. that's not how making friends work.

death threats and hate art are strictly off-limits and forbidden.

i dont accept random requests. pls use the ask button if you wanna request.

i don't mind fanart as long as you credit me.

anyway's that's it 4 now

do yall not know im a metalhead?

#intro post #emo goth #non pokemon related #i am cringe but i luv myself

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argentangelhelps · 9 months ago

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hi! i was wondering if i could get some faceclaim help. this may be a little too difficult to answer, so i'll understand if you come back with no response. it's fine, i'll completely understand.

i was wondering if you could help me with a faceclaim that would go well with chris motionless/chris cerulli. i was really in between claire estabrook, evelyn claire, cervena fox, or krista keehus. but, none of them really speak to me that much - so preferably i'd like someone around the ages of 26-35 years old with tattoos. though, i should also mention that the character will be a 🌽⭐️. though, that doesn't mean i need models/actresses who have experience in that field. if you could help me, that would really mean a lot, but if not thank you for helping regardless.

i should also mention i would like for the faceclaim to be either goth or alternative. though, i am extremely picky. i don't really like taylor momsen nor do i like the egirl aesthetic. i would also like to mention i would prefer for the people in the response to have plenty of recourses.

honestly the hardest part here is probably having resources!

maika monroe specifically in her role in god is a bullet, might work. it's her only role where she has tattoos but her character is heavily tattooed.

i hesitate to say halsey might work, whether or not you consider her look to be alternative is really up to you.

chloe cherry doesn't have the alt aesthetic, but she does have the sex work experience so i'll put her here as im scrapping the bottom of the barrel.

unfortunately other than that, i'm not sure i know of anyone who fits the bill. sorry i couldn't be of more help.

if i come up with anyone else or someone submits other options i'll reblog this post with a follow up.

#this is not my biggest slay i fear #*[ faceclaim help ]

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alilpunkrock · 5 years ago

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Overprotective: MIW (5/5)

This was hard, not gonna lie. I tried to do a different aspect for each guy but damn this one was difficult. Enjoy 🖤

Ryan: Ryan has told you from the beginning of your relationship that he’s not the jealous type, and in the beginning you believed him. But now, a year and a half into your relationship you’ve seen a whole new side of him. You went with him to find some new tour outfits and while you were looking around, you ran into your ex. That relationship ended okay and you were still friends but Ryan was not okay with that. He wouldn’t admit that it made his blood boil watching you two laugh as your ex brought up old memories. Ryan finally paid for the stuff he picked out and walked over to you asking if you were ready, ignoring your ex. You said goodbye to your ex and walked out with Ryan dramatically grabbing your hand. “I thought you don’t get jealous?” You smirked. He grumbled. “I don’t. I’m just... overprotective.”

Chris: “babe be careful setting that up, it’s really heavy.” Chris said from the side of the stage watching you. AJ asked you to help set the stage for the show tonight and you decided you can tackle the giant metal fans and MIW letters by yourself. “I’m fine, Chris.” You said starting to get annoyed with your boyfriend. You know he meant well and was just looking out for you. As you slid one of the fans I to it’s marked spot it started to fall off the platform towards you. “Y/N!” AJ and another crew member caught the fan before it fell on you. “Oh my god, are you okay? You could’ve been crushed! I told you to let AJ handle the fans.” Chris had a hold of your arms and was looking you all over to make sure there wasn’t a scratch on you. “I’m fine. Leave me alone.” You pushes his hands off you and headed to the bus, hiding in your bunk. You laid on your side, back facing the curtain, when Chris came looking for you. Ignoring him, you continued to scroll through Instagram. “Baby, I know you’re in there. Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t get hurt at all earlier?” He pulled your curtain back enough to poke his head through. “Cmon talk to me.” He put his hand on your hip and squeezed. “Why? So you can tell me to let one of the guys handle it? I’m perfectly capable of doing shit on my own, I don’t always need one of the guys to carry something heavy for me!” By now you were out of your bunk and yelling up at Chris. He knew you were stubborn and would only let someone help if you really needed it. “I know that babe.” He sighed. “Then why do you treat me like I’m going to break all the time?!” You were still yelling. “Because it would kill me if something happened to you! And I got scared earlier with the fan because they’re huge and all metal! You could’ve been seriously hurt!” You were quiet. “I love you and I want to keep you around a while.” You looked down smiling. “I’m sorry for being so stubborn.” “Ehh I like that about you.” You wrapped your arms around his waist in a hug. “I’m sorry for being so overprotective.” “Ehh I like that about you.”

Ricky: the guys had a day off between shows. You’d flown out a few days ago to spend time with your boyfriend Ricky for the rest of this leg of the tour. Ricky got you up early and you both got ready to go out for the day. The day was going pretty smooth, Ricky didn’t get hounded by fans any where you went so that made for a peaceful morning. It wasn’t until later as more people were out and about that girls came up and asked for pictures or just walked up to say hi. The fans were all pretty nice and excepted yours and Ricky’s relationship. It all happened out of no where. The two of you were standing in line for coffee and the crowd around you two slowly got bigger and bigger making you more uncomfortable. Ricky noticed you leaning into his side more and started to pay attention around him. As soon as the fans around realized Ricky noticed them, the entire place broke out in havoc. You held your breath at the noise got louder in your ears. You barley noticed Ricky grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd trying to keep you as close as possible. He was mumbling “excuse me, move please.” Trying to keep his cool, but knowing you’re freaking out was bringing out the overprotective side of him. It wasn’t until you were back on the bus, safe from being ambushed by fans that you could breath properly again.

Vinny: Yours and Vinnys relationship was something that meant more to Vin than anything. He hasn’t had a serious relationship before you so when he feels like someone is trying to pull you away he gets overprotective. Don’t get him wring he knows you’re friends with his bandmates, you were friends with everyone before you and Vin began dating. Everyone was meeting at Chris’ home for a band dinner and you had shown up early without Vinny, he was helping his mom with something at her house. Upon walking into the living room, Ryan was watching rick and Morty. Chris was getting everything ready for the bbq, so you joined Ryan on the couch. Slowly people started showing up and Vin was one of the last. “Hey sorry, mom asked me to do a few more things.” He said leaning down to kiss you. “It’s okay, I’ve been here with Ry.” He just nodded, but his mood visibly changed. Throughout the night Vinny all but avoided you. He’d sit next to you but wouldn’t touch you. When it was time you finally go home, Vin and you got in your separate cars and went home. His mood continued under your roof. “What’s wrong, Vin?” “Nothing, just tired.” “Tired my ass, what’s going on?” “Why are you with me?” “What?” “I know Ryan’s more your type. Why’d you choose me?” “Are you kidding me?? You’re actually asking me this?” He sighed. “I know you’re right, sorry.” “No babe, are you jealous of my friendship with Ryan?” He shook his head. “No, not jealous. I know you love me. I’m just protective. You’re the first person I’ve felt so strongly about and I want to protect our relationship.” You leaned in with tears in your eyes and kissed him. “I love you, and I’m yours.”

Justin: as the night progressed your books started to pile up. Midterms were killing you and all your professors decided to schedule them all on the same day. Justin has been and always is amazing when it comes to your schooling. He gives you space when you need it, makes you food when you ask, brought you shots when you were just done with everything. Justin was concerned about you tonight though. You had disappeared into the guest bedroom which isn’t uncommon but last time he checked on you he could clearly see the tear tracks down your cheeks. After hearing your frustrated groans and sniffing he finally had enough. When Justin walked into the room you had your head in both your hands, if he hadn’t known better he’d think you were asleep. “Baby, cmon lets take a break for the night.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You shook yours mumbling about having to finish. He sighed and reached forward, closing your book, you didn’t even fight him. He turned you in your chair and made you face him, wiping the rest of the frustrated tears away. You reached forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, he moved you so your legs were also around his waist and picked you up effortlessly. Koala hugging him as he walked into your shared bedroom. He laid you down, you pulled him down with you. After laying cuddled for a few minutes, you spoke up; “thank you, I think my brain was about to explode.” He chuckled. “Of course, I want you healthy in every way possible. Mentally, physically, emotionally. I have to protect you every way I can.” You kissed him, wrapping your arms tighter around him. Finally getting the peaceful sleep you’ve been neededing.

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