#even a little? u couldn't be even a LITTLE CONCERNED I WAS TAKEN OVER BY A HIVEMIND?

[alexanderlightweight]

Whenever you please, can we please see some dragon Alec fussing over cat Magnus when he’s sick/injured/??? (no Alec you can’t eat them)

Thank u lumine 🙈

i hope you enjoy this <3 I couldn't make it too serious or Alec really would have eaten someone. as it is, he's cranky that he couldn't be magnus' magical ritual shield because he's a dragon! he's very good at shielding.

Alec wanting nothing more than to properly take care of Magnus and Magnus wondering why his cuddles are not already here. who needs medicine. he needs Alexander cuddles.

lumine

the taste of his magic

Magnus gives off a soft, sad yowl and hides his smugness as he widens his eyes, pupils devouring the gold until there’s nothing but a slim ring of it gleaming around black.

Alexander can do the exact same thing and yet every time Magnus pulls this move, his darling dragon acts as though Magnus is begging him, not just emotionally manipulating him through cuteness.

Just like now, when Alexander trills in irritation and then leaves Magnus, claws tapping against the floor in loud displeasure. 

There’s a frustrated growl in the distance as Alexander gets further away and then a crash and Magnus’ whiskers wobble as he tries not to chuff. Three snarls and the shattering of something glass and finally Alexander trots back through the door.  He’s practically radiating dissatisfaction yet he brings the potion Magnus needs all the same.

There’s a moment where he just looks at Magnus consideringly as if realizing neither of them have opposable thumbs and then he’s shifting, bones cracking as he stretches, dropping the potion bottle from his mouth to hand.

Magnus purrs at him, tail curling through the air and blinking long and slow and completely innocent.

Alexander huffs at him and then kneels, carefully handling Magnus’ paw and looking at the ritual backlash that’s singed Magnus’ fur and paws with far more concern than it actually needs.  

However, since Magnus likes the attention and adores Alexander, he lets himself indulge in being taken care of and pampered.

Alexander brought not only the potion Magnus asked for, but a container made of light violet crystal with a paste that Alexander tenderly spreads over Magnus’ paws.

“I could have anchored that ritual for you. The backlash wouldn’t have even singed my scales.”

Magnus purrs louder, rolling his eyes and nuzzling Alexander’s shoulder only to be ignored as his treasure instead focuses on bandaging Magnus’ paws.  True, it’s a soft silk wrap that cools the burns even as they wrap around, but still.  Magnus wants cuddles and currently Alexander is far too focused on playing nurse than he is on actually comforting Magnus.

Since Magnus will be comforted by Alexander’s form between his injured paws, not more medication.

As if finally understanding what Magnus wants, Alexander carefully puts away his supplies and stretches again.  This time he takes a moment to look around the room while Magnus’ ears twitch in anticipation.

His darling will be within reach soon and it’s only because Alexander will soon come to him that Magnus manages to stay still.  Alexander shifts and Magnus blinks, feeling more than a little betrayed because Alexander is suddenly bigger than him. His treasure has shifted far larger than he normally does inside the loft and Magnus feels the brief flutters of outrage forming in his stomach at the fact that he won’t be able to hold Alexander.

However, how can he complain, when Alexander is rumbling and cool and curling so tightly around Magnus that he’s nearly cocooned by smooth dragon scales.  It’s not exactly what he’d planned for the afternoon, but Alexander’s scales exude a natural coolness that is a balm to Magnus’ burnt flesh. It’s more refreshing than he realized he needed and he stretches out, letting his injuries press against Alexander and going so far as to press his wrapped paws to the scales circled around him.

It’s far more soothing than even ice magic — which can leave equally painful burns and Magnus feels sleep tug at his eyelids as Alexander’s wing settles over their little nest. It creates a cold little cave and frost tickles Magnus’ cheek as he truly relaxes for the first time since the ritual backfired.

AN:

Magnus: I don't want medicine I want cuddles

Alec: ... I know he's doing this on purpose but when his eyes go like that. he turns into 'baby'.

Also Alec: I don't even know what baby means!!

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Amy Rose, Blaze The Cat and Sonic (separate) X Reader in:

where the characters are in the other room doing whatever until they suddenly hear the reader in another room saying stuff that sounds rather suggestive, so when they come over to check what the heck is he doing, turns out he is doing something mundane and not doing anything suggestive despite how it sounds out of context.

A/n: I couldn't think of like a name to put for this

TW: SUGGESTIVE

Amy:

Amy was reading a magazine, she was at your house currently in your living room, you being just the room over. She enjoys your company, even if you two didnt even really interact, you being in the vicinity was enough for her.

"Bleh, why is it so hard?"

Amys ears perked up. What? No. Thats bad, she shouldnt assume things just by one small thing heard.

"Im surprised it got so big"

W h a t.

She didn't see you walk into your room with you, what was happening? Seriously what?? Maybe its a coincidence, maybe right? After all, who would do that while someown is iver. No one right?

"This is so hard, can I even like eat this?"

...

She sat horrified for a moment. Gross! Seriously? SERIOUSLY?? How dare you, WHILE, shes over nonetheless??

She took a firm grip on her hammer, flustered as her ears pinned to her head. She stood up, marching over to your door.

She reached for the handle, hesitating amoment before shaking off said hesitantions and grabbing the knob and swinging it open.

"now just WHAT is going on here-..."

You looked up at her, crouched down, bowl in hand and a rice spoon in the other. A rice cooker was sat tight infront of you.

"..."

"..."

Amy lowered her hammer, taking a deep breath, still recovering.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

You looked down to the rice cooker than up at her a few times.

"Making rice... I uh.. Got a new rice cooke-"

"I can see that" Amy sighed as she put a hand to her head. "What was with all that stuff earlier?"

"Oh, well, i messed the rice up, didnt add enough water, and now its all hard, im surprised it managed to rise at all because of how hard it is."

"..."

"Amy... You.. Okay?"

"Forget it."

Blaze:

She was over at your house, it was rare she visited your dimension, but when she did, she always wished to make a pit stop at uour house, she enjoyed your company.

When she stopped at your house, you gave brewed her tea, after all, shes a princess, and uh, princesses like tea right? While the tea you served her wasnt nearly as high quality as the one she usually drinks, she appreciated the effort.

Really, you were a very enjoyable person to be around. When you finished giving her tea, you excused yourself somewhere else, she nodded, understanding. Currently she was reading a book, while taking sips of her cup here and there.

"Gh- so... Tight.."

Your voice cracked through the air, it was breathy and light.

Immediately her ears twitched as she paused mid sip, wide eyed.

She hadn't meant to eaves drop, but now she is concerned.

No. It couldn't possibly.

"I cant, get. It. Out."

...

Blaze sat up, beelining toward the room you were in, whirling around the corner to see what in the world you were up to.

She saw you with a remote and screwdriver attempting to unscrew it to no avail.

She stood in silence for a couple moments before you glanced up.

"Oh, hi blaze, i was just trying to switch these batteries, ao we could watch a movie"

Blaze was silent for a moment before extending her hand. "Give it to me, I'll do it"

"You sure? I mean, its like really in there-"

"Im sure"

Sonic:

You’re in your room, trying to set up something that, to your misfortune, had proven way more complicated than expected. It’s a lazy day at home, and Sonic’s taken up a spot on your couch, sprawling out like he owns the place. He’s flipping through channels on the TV, a little bored but content to just chill in your company.

It’s peaceful until you let out an exasperated groan from the other room.

"Theres too much of it..."

Sonic’s ears twitch, but he doesn’t move. It’s not unusual for you to talk to yourself, and he’s gotten used to tuning it out. "What are they even doing in there?" he mutters to himself, shaking his head.

A beat passes, and then he hears your voice again.

"Why is it so sticky?"

The remote slips from Sonic’s hand, clattering onto the floor. His eyes widen as his brain processes what he just heard. Okay, that sounded… not great. He leans forward slightly, his spines bristling.

Another moment of silence. Sonic tells himself not to jump to conclusions, but his curiosity is getting the better of him.

Then you add, "Ugh, it’s getting everywhere!"

Sonic bolts upright, his mind running a mile a minute. What the heck is going on in there? He rubs the back of his neck, trying to play it cool even though his face is heating up. Surely you wouldn’t be- no, there’s no way. Right? But still, those noises and your weird comments are enough to make him suspicious.

"Y/N?" he calls out, his voice a little higher-pitched than usual. XEverything okay in there?"

You don’t respond immediately, too focused on whatever you’re doing, and Sonic’s imagination starts to spiral. The possibilities bounce around in his head, none of them remotely innocent. It’s driving him nuts. Finally, he can’t take it anymore.

"Alright, I’m coming in!" he announces, standing and darting toward your room before you can protest.

He skids to a stop at your doorframe, blue blur coming to an abrupt halt as he takes in the scene.

There you are, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a jar of honey, large bowl, and other small jars and bottles close to you. A spoon was in your hand. There was honey all over the jar

You glance up at him, blinking in confusion at his sudden entrance. "Hey, Sonic. What’s up?"

Sonic just stares at you, his brain trying to catch up.

"...Honey?" he finally asks, his voice flat.

"Yeah." You hold up the sticky jar. "I was trying to make this skincare mask i saw inline, so i bought honey for it, but when i brought it here, i severely underestimated how stucky it is, its just getting on everything"

There’s a long pause. Sonic presses his palm to his forehead, dragging it down his face as he exhales loudly.

"Seriously, Y/N?" he groans. "You had me thinking- ugh, never mind. Forget it."

You tilt your head, utterly baffled. "Thinking what?"

"Nothing! Forget I said anything!"

[bobbertskeetz]

Hi! How are You? Hope u are good.

Can I request Spencer with a reader that had unsub parents? It can be female ir male

You can ignore this is You want! Thank u for hearing me

I'm so sorry for the delay on this request, I'm crap at trying to come up with unsub plot lines but I hope this somewhat lives up to the imagine you had envisioned my love !! Thanks a million for the request and I hope you enjoy <3

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇꜱ ꜱ.ʀ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: After half a decade, Spencer's worst fears are assumed to come true...

Themes/Warnings: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, mentions of kidnapping, unsub parents, angst, general themes and violence of the show. | PSA!! This imagine is loosely based on Mosely Lane |

You hated having your picture taken. The knowledge that you could never truly have control over what will be done with it haunts you even to this day.

The physical danger may be gone, but your memory, one which was shared with the many children who, unfortunately, found themselves locked away behind the dingy cellar door, forever remains.

Spencer knew of the horror stories. Of course he did. You made it your mission to tell him yourself before one of his FBI buddies could find out for themselves. However, hearing the admissions fall from your mouth did nothing to soothe Spencer's fear and anger. Fear, for your safety. Anger, for the knowledge that you lived in fear for the majority of your life. Anger, for the knowledge that the only thing separating you from your parents was a couple layers of cement and a cell door. He knew first hand just how ineffective prison can be for victims safety - if an unsub wanted to achieve something or other, all it took was speaking with the right person. He hated that he knew that.

Especially when he received a token in the mail.

A small parcel, barely the size of his palm. A little thin package addressed to Whom It May Concern. Assuming nothing of it, he opened it. You had already left for work, bidding him his goodbye kiss and promising a home cooked meal by the time he returned from the office. There was no sense in waiting until you were both home to open it, what if it was urgent?

And so he did.

And oh how he wished he never had.

There in his hand, sat a small polaroid of a child. At first, he didn't recognise you - for the ten years he had known you, and the five you spent living together, you have all but refused to dig up any childhood photographs. However, the longer he stared, the more he noticed your teary eyes. Your scrunched nose and furrowed brows. The same expression you wear to this day when you wake from a nightmare, when you watch a scary movie, and when you first told him of the horror house your parents ran. When you told him of the polaroids you were forced to take of your 'brothers' and 'sisters', and of your task of lugging those who disobeyed your mother to the crematorium.

Yet you'd failed to tell him that your picture was taken along with the other victims. That your little face had been a part of the morbid photo album which remained in the evidence case. Perhaps you didn't know? Did you even remember having this picture taken, you couldn't have been more than 7 years old. Spencer felt sick. Suddenly, it dawned on him what he was holding. How did he come to have this. Who had left this at your shared doorstep. They knew where you lived.

They knew where you lived.

He just about caught the bile in his throat before he felt his pocket buzz.

Struggling to pull his gaze from the omen in his hand, he reached for his phone and answered, failing to see the caller ID.

"Reid?"

"Yeah. Hotch I know, but I might be a bit late."

Before he could provide a half-assed excuse to buy himself some time - time to think on how he was to go about bringing this up to you and the team - Hotch beat him to it.

"Reid," His voice was solemn, yet calculated, "We've received a package. Well - JJ has."

"It's them Hotch."

The silence was pregnant. Deafening.

"I know."

--

Your foot shook, in a desperate attempt to self-soothe. The fluorescent glow of the BAU was straining your eyes, leaving a slight pound in your temples. However, the main focus of your stress induced headache remained on the ambiguity surrounding as to why David Rossi appeared at your work to escort you to Quantico. And why your boyfriend has locked himself and Aaron away in the conference room for the last forty minutes. You were scared. You couldn't let it show, you'd learnt that the hard way. But, in a room full of profilers, it was hard to hide - you were convinced that they could all genuinely smell fear.

In fact, your fear was so prominent, you failed to hear Morgan calling your name until he was crouched in front of you.

"How bout we go into Reid now, huh?" You met his eye only briefly.

Carefully, you chose your next words, "Will you all tell me what's going on?" Pleading with your eyes, Morgan felt his stomach twist.

"C'mon sweetheart."

You didn't take much convincing. All you wanted was Spencer, to curl up into him and forget all about this disruption to your day. Part of you began to wonder if you were being completely over dramatic and misreading the situation, maybe he had a surprise for you. A date? But you knew, in your gut you knew. They'd come back to haunt you. Why else would this dread be bubbling in your stomach?

Derek opened the door for you, leading you gently by the shoulder. There, you saw your boyfriend, bent over the table resting his hands on either side of what looked to me scraps of paper. His sleeves had been messily pushed up over his elbows, top button undone and his hair was tussled, a tell-tale sign that he had been pushing his hands through his curls. But for why? You still didn't truly know.

He looked up. His stomach dropped.

Wringing your fingers together, you stood before him with a sheepish look across your face. He knew you suspected something, something bad. And maybe you were right. It still didn't make telling you any easier.

"C'mere honey," He held his arm out to you, inviting you to slot into his chest, "Can you look at these with me? I'm right here."

You wished you'd stayed at work.

There on the table in front of you, sat three polaroids. One, you recognised to be Laney, the girl you had befriended for years. The photo, you had taken of her, as you had of all the others, to keep in an album. Why? You didn't know. Proof? Maybe a part of you knew that one day the horror would stop, and you'd need to show someone some day what had happened in your house. Someone had to remember all those who couldn't survive. Like your Laney.

The other two forced your head to bury itself into Spencer's chest; one, was of your bedroom, or rather your cell, and one of you. Little you. When it was taken, who had taken it? You weren't so sure. Laney? Your father? Everything was a fuzzy mess of guilt, shame and fear, so much so you couldn't remember the half of it.

The one thing you knew for certain, you remembered hating having that photo taken. For what reason? You couldn't place. But you did know that to this day, you still hated having your picture taken. That would never change.

"Where did you find these?" He almost missed your words completely, you spoke so softly, voice strained and distant.

A shaky breath left his lips.

"They found us angel, I'm so sorry."

Your heart lurched. Surely you had heard him wrong. You asked him, silently begging you had indeed misheard, but to your horror, that just was not the case.

Just then, JJ stepped forward, a small piece of paper outstretched to you, "Spence received the one of you at your home. We were sent the other two here, along with this note."

Shakily, you grasped for the paper, sparing Spencer a short glance before guiding your eyes to the words scrawled out in front of you.

Your old home address, a date and time. A demand for you to be there alone, or you would be 'collected' regardless of your showing up or not.

Your head spun, had it not been for Spencer's firm grasp around your waist, you were sure you'd have collapsed then and there.

Tears welled up as your eyes locked with his. His own frown matching the drop in your stomach.

They were back. You both knew it, and for once, Spencer didn't have all the answers.

[servndipityz]

I love the stuff you write on namgyu! I was wondering if you could write something like a jealous namgyu x reader? Maybe reader has something going on with one of the players and namgyu finds himself cursing at it daily, he finds reader and whatever player kissing at night and he decides to do something about it? I'm sorry if that doesn't make sense. English is not my first language. :( 💓

a/n ── ugh i'm not too happy with how this one turned out... anyway thank u sm for requesting and being patient, i hope u really like it! as for everyone that has requested and hasn't seen me post it yet, TRUST i will, i'm just extremely busy, so it'll take some time :)

ALLIES AND ENEMIES

warnings ── jealousy? dae-ho and reader are exs

word count ── 3.6k

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"you okay?" you asked dae-ho, your gaze lingering on the small bloodstain on his shirt.

"uh… yeah," he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "nothing a marine can't handle." he smiled, his tone light, though the smile didn't quite hold. it was an awkward kind of conversation, after all.

"that's good," you replied curtly, still smiling. "well, uh..." you trailed off.

"do you wanna stay and eat with us?" he interrupted, glancing toward the group he'd played the pentathlon with. "young-il's a bit grumpy, but he's nice enough when—"

"thanks, but no." you shook your head, already thinking about your own grumpy team, who were probably watching from across the room. dae-ho's gaze flickered for a second. "i think it's better if we keep our distance."

he nodded slightly. you'd talked about this before, and you were right. these were life-or-death games—you weren’t about to team up with your ex. if what they said was true and only one person could make it out in the end, maybe the best you could hope for was that the other got taken out before either of you had to watch. as cynical as it sounded.

"okay… take care," he said, still a little unconvinced but knowing it was the best option.

"yeah," you muttered, turning to walk over to thanos, se-mi, min-su, gyeong-su, and nam-gyu on the other side of the room.

you weren’t sure what was weirder—playing children’s games to survive or running into your ex here. you and dae-ho had dated a long time ago, back when you were in high school and could still afford to dream.

now, you couldn't afford anything, really. that’s why you were here.

you and dae-ho had ended on good terms—high school ended, he enlisted in the marines, you went on with your life, which clearly hadn’t ended well for either of you. you’d almost not recognized the scrawny boy you left behind when you ran into him at the games. but even though you didn’t love him anymore—if you ever had, you were seventeen—you still cared. a lot.

he was a good person. so you’d resolved to check in on him when you could. and keep your distance. just in case.

"hey," you said as you reached your group, plopping down on one of the stairs where they were eating.

"heyyy," thanos said in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows. you frowned.

"what?" you asked, though you had a pretty good idea.

"oh, nothing, nothing." thanos smirked, glancing at min-su. "right, min-su?"

min-su shook his head frantically, eager to go along with whatever thanos was up to. thanos dapped him up while you rolled your eyes.

"you know him?" se-mi asked, resting her head on her palm, looking at you without much interest. she pointed toward dae-ho with her chin.

"uh, yeah." you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you.

"you shouldn't talk to him." nam-gyu spoke up, not even looking at you—just staring at dae-ho in the distance, his tone flat and dismissive.

"why? he's a friend," you huffed. as far as you were concerned, any ally in this place was a good thing.

nam-gyu just turned his head away further, like talking to you was too much effort.

"i bet he's more than a friend," thanos said, clearly entertained.

you frowned. "well, maybe if you didn't bet so much, you wouldn't be here," you shot back, annoyed—though you weren't sure if it was because he was right.

gyeong-su scooted closer. "how do you know him?"

"uhm, we dated for a bit..." you started, but nam-gyu cut you off.

"great. that's exactly what we need," he muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

you turned to him sharply. "and what's that supposed to mean?"

he still wouldn’t look at you, calmly turning his whole body the other way.

"isn't it better to have allies?" you asked, looking around at the group for back up.

"sure," nam-gyu finally said, standing up and meeting your gaze. "maybe just not ones you’ve fucked."

and with that, he walked off toward the bathrooms—or god knows where. you didn’t care, as long as he disappeared from your sight.

you were shocked, but not exactly surprised. he'd been like this ever since the games began. sometimes, one could almost believe he cared about you—or something close to it. the way he always kept an eye on you, always stayed close during the games. but that was only sometimes, and it had to be a false impression, because the rest of the time he did nothing but pester you.

especially whenever you talked with dae-ho.

he’d been lucky enough to witness your reunion, and though he hadn’t said a word about it until now, it was clear he wasn’t amused—far from it. every time you checked on dae-ho, or so much as looked at him, nam-gyu’s mood seemed to darken, if that was even possible.

why? you weren’t sure. dae-ho had never even spoken to him, yet nam-gyu seemed insistent on keeping him out of sight. you'd understand if dae-ho had tried to sabotage your group during the games, started a fight, anything—but he hadn’t. not once.

maybe nam-gyu was just too paranoid for his own good. maybe it was the drugs.

but if you thought it was bad, that was just the beginning of it.

it started small. a little comment here and there. a sarcastic remark when you walked back from talking to dae-ho. a passive-aggressive glance when he caught you looking his way. nothing big, nothing worth fighting over.

then, it got worse.

like the way nam-gyu started questioning your every move in the games, as if checking in on dae-ho made you a liability. like the way he made sure you were always next to him when plans were made, like he didn’t trust you on your own anymore.

nam-gyu saw things differently than you did. he couldn't afford you getting distracted during a game and getting yourself—no, the whole group—killed. he told himself that was the only reason his blood boiled the way it did. because dae-ho was a threat. and what if you decided to switch teams and go with him? then nam-gyu's team would be too small, and who knew what chances they'd have at survival.

that's what he told himself.

besides, he didn’t see what you saw in him. long hair? nam-gyu’s was long too, and he didn’t need to wear a fuckass ponytail. and sure, dae-ho was a marine, but so what? he had a tattoo for it—big deal. nam-gyu had a tattoo too. maybe not of the marines, but… who cared?

he found himself wondering when you had dated. was it recent? had he broken your heart? had you broken his? not that he cared. but at least it was something to think about while lying awake at night.

the first time nam-gyu really thought about killing dae-ho, it wasn’t even in a game. he was just watching. just sitting there, chewing a stale piece of bread, listening to you laugh at something dae-ho said. it wasn’t even a good laugh—the kind you let slip when something actually got to you. it was just polite. half-hearted. but it was still too much.

nam-gyu didn’t get it. it wasn’t just that you were too soft about this whole thing—too trusting, too willing to think anyone was still a “friend” in a place like this. it was that you were soft about him. dae-ho. the ex-boyfriend. the marine. the guy who, for some reason, you still cared about.

it was annoying. distracting. unnecessary.

and, if nam-gyu was being completely honest with himself—which he wasn’t—it made him feel something dangerously close to jealousy.

not that he cared who you talked to. he just didn’t want you getting attached to someone who might, at best, drag you down or, at worst, be the reason you didn’t make it out. that was all. that’s what he told himself as he sat on the floor, arms resting on his knees, watching you with narrowed eyes.

you weren’t paying attention to him. of course not. you were still sitting with dae-ho, still talking like it was a normal conversation and not a literal countdown to one of you getting eliminated.

and nam-gyu hated that he noticed how easy you looked with him. like being around him still made you comfortable. safe.

you didn’t act like that around nam-gyu.

you acted like he was a headache. like he was some problem you had to deal with. a nuisance, at best. and sure, he was an asshole, and he knew it, but that wasn’t the point. the point was you didn’t look at him the way you looked at dae-ho.

and for some goddamn reason, that pissed him off.

but what pissed him off even more—if that was even possible—was when dae-ho voted X. he voted to leave the games. what did he think, that he could just walk out the easy way, money in his hand and a pretty girl under his arm?

not pretty—average. or whatever. it didn’t matter. anyway, even though half the players had voted to go, nam-gyu didn’t particularly care for any of them. except one.

“you’re fucking joking,” he snapped, turning to you as the screen flashed blue, adding yet another X vote.

you frowned. “what?”

he looked at you like it was your fault. “your fucking boyfriend voting to go.” he rolled his eyes, tone dry and cutting. “has he convinced you too? you gonna betray us?” he stepped in closer, gaze sharp.

your jaw tensed, fire flashing in your eyes as you took a step forward too. you were getting pretty tired of nam-gyu's antics when it came to dae-ho. “how can you be such an asshole?” you shot back, voice firm. “i need the money too, idiot. i’m not going anywhere. and he’s not my boyfriend.”

nam-gyu let out a scoff, but there was something too quick about it, something brittle. “who knows, you spend so much time with him, he may as well have manipulated you.”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, please. not everything is some mind game, nam-gyu. maybe he just doesn’t wanna fucking die.”

he let out a bitter laugh, stepping even closer. “yeah? and what, you think i do? none of us wanna die. but some of us don’t get the luxury of walking out.”

“i never said i was leaving.” your eyes bore into his. “you’re putting words in my mouth just so you can be mad.”

he scoffed, shaking his head. “yeah? you sure about that? ‘cause you sure looked real cozy with him earlier. whispering, giggling—what, were you planning your great escape together?”

you groaned, rubbing your temples. “oh my god, you’re impossible. i was talking to him because, unlike you, he actually listens instead of just picking fights for no reason.”

his nostrils flared. “for no reason?”

“yeah! no fucking reason!” you threw your arms up. “i swear, it’s like you want me to be the villain here just so you can feel justified in whatever weird, possessive meltdown you’re having.”

nam-gyu’s jaw clenched. “possessive? oh, give me a fucking break.”

but he didn’t deny it.

you gave him a look. “just be thankful i’m in a shit load of debt, because if this is your way of convincing me to stay, you’re making me wanna go so i don’t have to look at your stupid face.”

his mouth twitched, something sharp and wounded flashing across his face before he masked it with irritation. “whatever, i don’t wanna fucking see your stupid face either.”

he took a step back, eyes lingering on you for just a second too long before he turned sharply, heading toward the beds. his shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

and on his way, he made sure to bump into dae-ho. softly enough to seem like an accident, but strong enough to hurt. just the way he was.

you scoffed, shaking your head as you turned away from nam-gyu. there was no point in arguing with him when he was like this—irritated, petty, practically looking for a reason to fight. you weren’t going to give him one.

instead, you exhaled through your nose, pressing down the frustration bubbling in your chest. it was late. there was no reason to be wasting energy on this.

soon, the voting was over, and one by one, the others shuffled off to their beds, some mumbling half-hearted goodnights, others just collapsing into their bunks without a word. you did the same, settling in before trying to drift off and rest for the next day.

but you couldn't sleep. after what felt like an eternity, you shifted your eyes across the room. you weren’t the only one still awake.

on the other corner, dae-ho’s group looked tense. some were whispering, others just staring at the floor, lost in thought. it made sense—most of them had voted to leave, and now they had to survive yet another day. it was hard to blame them for being anxious.

dae-ho himself sat a little apart from the others, elbows on his knees, gaze distant. something about the way his shoulders slumped made you frown.

you sighed. even after everything, you still cared. it wasn’t something you could just turn off.

so, you got up, padding quietly over to him. the room was mostly dark, save for the dim emergency lights casting a sickly glow over everything. everyone else was asleep—or at least pretending to be. well, everyone except one person.

you could feel nam-gyu’s eyes on you.

you ignored him.

“hey,” you murmured as you sat down beside dae-ho.

he blinked, then turned to you, lips pressing together in a tired smile. “hey.”

“you alright?”

he let out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “as alright as i can be in a place like this.”

you nodded. “yeah.”

a beat of silence stretched between you two. it wasn’t uncomfortable, though. it was familiar. dae-ho had always been like this—never rushing to fill the quiet, never speaking just to speak. it was one of the things you’d liked about him.

"don't you wanna leave too?" he finally asked.

you wanted to say that you did, of course you did. but it wasn't like you had a choice. "i can't." you just said.

he nodded, looking away momentarily.

“i don’t regret voting to stay,” you said eventually, voice soft. “but i do regret that you’re still stuck here.”

you turned your head slightly to look at him. his expression was unreadable, eyes locked on yours in the dim light. you should’ve looked away. you should’ve changed the subject, should’ve stood up, should’ve—

his lips were on yours before you could think twice.

it was sudden, unexpected, and for a second, you froze.

it wasn’t that it was bad—it wasn’t. it was familiar, and maybe in some other time, some other place, you would’ve leaned into it. but not here. not now.

you pulled back, your hands finding his chest and gently pushing him away. “dae-ho—”

“sorry.” he barely let you finish before he was shaking his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “that was—sorry. i wasn’t thinking.”

you swallowed, nodding. “it’s fine. just… not right now.”

he exhaled, giving you a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah. i get it.”

from the other side of the room, you heard a sharp scoff.

you turned just in time to see nam-gyu standing up. his face was unreadable, but his movements were stiff, tense. he didn’t say anything as he walked straight toward you, but you could feel the weight of his stare.

before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up to your feet.

“what the hell?” you yanked your arm back, glaring at him.

“you're going to bed.” his voice was low, quiet, but firm. he didn’t look at dae-ho. not once.

you scowled, glancing back at dae-ho, who just sat there, jaw clenched. the tension between them was thick, suffocating. the last thing you wanted was for it to escalate.

so, you let nam-gyu pull you away.

his grip loosened once you were far enough from the others, but you could still feel the heat of his hand against your skin as you walked beside him. the flickering emergency lights cast dim shadows on the floor, stretching between you, neither of you speaking as you passed row after row of beds.

the second you reached yours, you yanked your wrist from his grip and crossed your arms. “you always do this.”

he didn’t stop walking until he was at his own bed—right next to yours. he sat down heavily on the edge, elbows resting on his knees, but his eyes never left you.

“do what?” he asked, like he was uninterested in whatever you had to say.

“act like—” you huffed, shaking your head. “like some guard dog whenever dae-ho’s around. it’s weird, nam-gyu. it’s fucking weird.”

his eyes flashed, something sharp behind them. “oh, i’m sorry. didn’t realize i was interrupting something important.”

“you weren’t.” you frowned, glancing over your shoulder. “i just—”

“just what?” nam-gyu’s voice was low, tight. the sharp cut of it sent something cold down your spine, though you refused to let it show. “just needed one last moment with your boyfriend before he gets himself killed?”

your hands clenched at your sides, frustration burning in your stomach as you turned back to him. he sat there, his knee almost brushing against yours, the dim light catching on the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for something, hold something, break something.

you exhaled sharply through your nose, fingers curling into your sleeves as you turned back to him. “you’re fucking insufferable.”

he scoffed, crossing his arms like that somehow made him look less defensive. “and you’re naive. you think he wouldn’t throw you under the bus the second it benefits him?”

“he’s not like that.”

“oh, please.” nam-gyu rolled his eyes. “you’re smarter than this.”

your jaw tensed. “you don’t know him.”

“and you do?” he tilted his head, tone mocking. “because from where i’m standing, it looks like he already walked away once.”

the words hit harder than you wanted them to. you felt your stomach twist, your throat tightening around something bitter. it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before—how things ended, how fast they fell apart. but it wasn’t the same. it wasn’t—

“fuck you.” your voice was quieter now. “you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to act like you give a shit.”

nam-gyu’s expression flickered, for just a second, before that familiar frown slid back into place, sharp and infuriating. “you think i give a shit?” he shook his head. “trust me, i don’t lose sleep over your little romance novel.”

your stomach burned with frustration, your nails pressed half-moons into your skin as you leaned forward, close enough that the space between you barely existed anymore. his gaze held steady, unreadable, but his fingers twitched again, gripping the edge of his blanket like he needed something solid to hold onto. “then what the fuck is your problem?”

nam-gyu didn’t answer. he just stared at you, unblinking, like he was waiting for you to figure it out yourself. and you hated that. hated the way your heart beat too fast in your chest, the way his gaze made your skin too hot, too tight.

“i get that you’re an asshole,” you continued, voice dropping lower, more controlled. “but you can’t actually be such an asshole. you push me away, you pick fights, you act like i’m some liability, but then you’re always fucking there.” your hands clenched at your sides. “so which is it, nam-gyu? do you want me gone, or do you want me close?”

his throat bobbed. he looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable shifting in his expression. and then he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his posture shifting just slightly—less rigid, less closed off.

“i don’t want you to die.”

it was quiet. almost too quiet, barely above a murmur. but you heard it. and judging by the way he tensed right after, so did he.

you stared at him, heartbeat drumming against your ribs, searching his face for some kind of joke, some kind of smirk, some kind of—

but there was nothing. just him. just this.

nam-gyu clicked his tongue, turning his head away like that would somehow erase what just happened. “forget it.”

you didn’t move. you just watched him, the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands curled into fists like he was angry at himself. and maybe he was. maybe you were too.

but for once, you didn’t feel like fighting him.

so you sighed, shaking your head, before laying back on your bed. the mattress dipped as you layed down, the rough fabric of the blanket cool under your fingers. “you’re impossible.”

nam-gyu didn’t answer. he just exhaled sharply through his nose, like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. instead, he shifted, turning away as he laid down on his bed. the faint rustle of fabric filled the quiet as he pulled his own blanket over him, his back facing you.

but as you settled in, you felt it—just barely. the subtle creak of his mattress. the shift of his weight as he scooted back, inching just a little closer to yours.

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[the-kr8tor]

For the Billie/Mona 🥰

Growing pains, exquisite title if you ask me. Billie and Mona going through the unavoidable heartbreak of early friendships or girls being mean to them at school. It's hard as a mom seeing your child feel the crushing reality of life, especially when they're young. OR OR- lighter note. R feeling a little out of it physically. Yeah Hobie tells her she's beautiful but she's been feeling down. Kids are the sweetest most honest creatures on earth and I know when I hear my little brother compliment me I melt.

I chose the latter! The first one's title tho was so perfect! I hope u like it, bestie ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), Billie and Ramona AU, twin au, dad! Hobie, mum! Reader, parent AU, CW insecurity, fluff!

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The person in the mirror seems to be a clone of you, same eyes, same face, same form. But the dark bags and fatigue ridden eyes, the worry lines, and the frumpy hoodie and basketball shorts you have on doesn't make you feel like you. The framed polaroid of you and Hobie smiling from ten years ago is within your vision, right on the same vanity that's older than your three children combined— the faded inked faces on it feels like it was taken a lifetime ago.

Your smile is right next to his, the way you dressed and the way the bright lights on the stage feel nostalgic, as if the photograph were from another version of you and Hobie. You look back to yourself in the mirror, the baby snot staining your hoodie, and greasy hair is a direct contrast to your younger self in the picture. She looks happy, and you are too, but you can't help but look at Hobie, handsome, kind, as if the ravages of time haven't had an effect on him— the insecurities can't be helped. It gnaws at the back of your mind, ebbing down to your baby food scented hands.

The sound of the baby monitor rakes through the silent room, Kitt's soft snores are music to your tired ears. And the muffled trickling of water from the bathroom already has your throbbing arms crying for reprieve in the warm soapy water. Hobie had to take an extra gig for tonight, and his lack of presence can be felt through your chest. Add that to his patrols, your mind thinks up other things that he might be doing without you. None of them are good. You blame the insecurities for it, you know he would never do something like that, or even think about it. But the person in the mirror keeps you from thinking otherwise.

Your frown grows deeper as you hear the soft knocks on the door. As if they don't want to intrude. You smile, unclenching your jaw, knowing who's exactly behind the old oak door.

“Come in, Mona.”

Her head peeks out, warm eyes blinking at you. “I need help, mummy.” The gentle tone and shuffling of socked feet has you concerned.

You kneel down to her height, arms open and ready to receive her. “Are you okay? Does your tummy hurt again?”

She makes her way towards you, curls bouncing behind her back as she briskly walks. From her cheery demeanour, you know she's not hurting anywhere. Her hands are on top of her pajama shirt, a light baby blue with bunnies printed on it. One that you remember you didn't help her put on before you tucked her and Billie in.

“What happened to the ducky pajamas?” You rub her arms, lips curled into a smile.

“I changed, it's not a ducky day for me.” Her voice is small yet sure of her statement. “Is that okay?”

“Of course, if it's not a ducky pajamas kind of day, then it's not a ducky kind of day.” You cup her cheeks, couldn't be helped as she looks adorable in the chosen ensemble. She smiles at you, her two front teeth missing after it both fell off into her morning cereal. The way Billie laughed at her sister made you and Hobie almost keel over, until it happened to her a few hours later during gymnastics practice. “What do you need help with?”

“The buttons.” She lifts her hands off, showing that the buttons aren't buttoned off quite right, looking lopsided. “I tried, mummy.”

“I know, baby, you'll get the hang of it eventually.” You gear up to teach her again, but she's already shaking her head. “Too tired?”

“Yeah.” She yawns, nodding along.

“Okay, but next time you have to do it yourself. Just like how dad and I taught you.” You say fondly as you reach and fix the buttons for her.

“Okay, why aren't you in pajamas?” Mona asks in her usual tone.

You chuckle, looking down at your appearance. “Your brother didn't want to sleep just yet, I only had time to brush my teeth.”

“Good job.”

You snort, laying down the pajama shirt like you're brushing the folds away. “For what?”

“For puttin’ Kitty to bed, and brushin’ your teeth.” She must've learned it from you and Hobie, praising her and Billie whenever they do a task and take care of themselves. “You smell nice.” Patting your cheek, you beam at her.

“I smell like your brother's baby food and his sick.” You appreciate the sentiment, and you know that she's being genuine and not just to be nice to her mum. So you grab her, hugging her and placing her six year old self on your lap. Mona giggles as you nuzzle your chin on her neck. “Thank you, Mac, you're very kind to mummy.”

“You do smell nice!” She exclaims after a bout of giggles. You're quick to hush her with a silent index on your finger, smiling against it. Your daughter cups her mouth, tamping down her giggles. “Like our strawberry toothpaste, and like baby powder. And pretty— prettier than a flower.” She whispers.

You never thought of it that way. Mona's innocent and gentle words have you almost crying on the crook of her neck. “Thank you, Mona.” You show your affections and appreciation with a kiss on her temple, and on her smiley cheek, right on her dimple. “C’mon, let's get back to your sister. She might be feeling lonely all alone.”

“Nah, she's inde–ptended!”

“Independent.” You press another fond kiss to her cheek and lift her up in your arms. You know you shouldn't be carrying her, and that your back would ache later, but your babies will forever be your babies and you'll carry them until you physically cannot.

“Independent.” Mona gives you a toothy smile, proud that she pronounced the big word correctly.

“Yes, good job, Mac.” You pat her cheek, carefully carrying her towards the shared bedroom. Passing by Kitt's nursery, you take a quick peek at the ajar door, seeing him still soundly asleep in his crib, chubby cheek squished against the cat plushie the girls gifted him for his first birthday.

“Is he sleeping?” Mona mutters near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder as she takes a peek at her little brother.

“Yes, he tired himself out with all the giggling.” That reminded you to send the video of Kitt playing tea party with his sisters to Hobie.

Gently opening the door, Billie's frown greets you as she's putting on her cardigan. “You left me, Mona!”

You're quick to quiet down the small outburst with an index finger to your lip. Billie purses her lips, arms crossed on her chest. “Thank you, Cheese.” Shutting the door closed with your foot, you place Mona down on the pink carpeted floors. She quickly closes the distance over to her twin, embracing her as an apology.

You grin at the scene, knowing that as they get older, this would become rare.

“‘m sorry,” Mona releases her fuming sister, “I needed help from mummy with my shirt.”

“You should've asked me.” Billie stomps her foot down. The double lava lamp on each of their bedside tables glow with pink and purple light, a relaxing sight as your tired bones have you sitting down on Billie's bed. “Right, mummy?” Her furrowed brows rise up as she turns to you. “No bath yet?”

You shake your head while she perches herself on your lap, just like how Mona did. “Not yet, don't worry I won't make your bed smell.”

“It's not that, mummy.” Billie nuzzles her face against your hoodie to make a point. “You should be restin’ too.”

“Oh what did I do to deserve such angels.” You squeeze her tight, bringing Mona to your side and embracing her too. “Thank you, I will rest but you two need to be tucked in again.”

“Can we wait for daddy?” Mona asks, voice muffled against your hoodie.

“I'm sorry, he said he'll be home late.” You rub their backs for comfort. “But don't worry, he's gonna check in on you two when he comes home, okay?”

“Okay.” They simultaneously say with a sigh.

“More time with mummy then.” Billie hops off, but before that she squeezes you as best as she could with her six year old strength.

Ramona gives you a kiss to your cheek, and you tuck them both in their adjacent beds. Mona has glow in the dark stars placed on hers and deep purple sheets and a silky pillow. Billie's bed is littered with princess and flower stickers, the glitters shining against the lava lamps. Her bright yellow sheets rustle as you help her get in bed while she fixes the silky bonnet on her head.

After tucking them both in and giving them a kiss on each of their cheeks, you head back to the shared bedroom. Quietly closing their door and taking a peek at Kitt, who's still sleeping soundly in his crib. With a smile and a lighter weight on your shoulders, you get ready for a bath.

—

Hobie comes home the second your foot hits the warm water. The almost quiet thump of his boots on the doorway, and the jingle of keys were a dead giveaway of his arrival.

Steam rolls out of the bathroom as you exit, filling the bedroom with warmth while you tuck in a towel around you. The water is beckoning you over but you couldn't wait to hold him again. A low whistle echoes in the quiet, and as you look at the source, you see him in all his glory. All leather, plaid, silver and dripping eyeliner— but most of all, eyes gazing upon you like you're the only woman in the world. A simple loving gaze that wordlessly tells you that you're beautiful.

“I fancy this new fit on you, lovie.” He saunters over to you, all post show adrenaline and charm rolling off his tongue.

“I'm wearing a towel, Hobie.” You chuckle as he reaches for you, you meet him halfway, and his warm hands immediately glue onto your bare flesh.

“Exactly.” He kisses your jaw, sniffing and grinning against the kiss. “How were the gremlins?”

“Good…” you breathlessly sigh amidst the kiss. Almost forgetting about your worries.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise.” He continues to say whilst kissing you, the back of your knees hit the bed, and he holds you up with a gentle yet firm hand on the small of your back. “I've got news. Remember that bloke I talked to you about? The one who kept appearin’ in every gig?” You hum, eyes closed. “Turns out he's a producer, got us a record deal, love.”

Your eyes flash open, almost dropping the towel as you lean away from him. “What?!”

Hobie chuckles, shushing you gently with his ringed index over his lips. “Yeah.” He says as if he couldn't believe it either. “Wanker dropped a contract in front of us after a show and jus’ smiled.”

“Holy shit.” You tamp down your excitement with a hand on your mouth. “I'm so happy for you and the band.” You whisper yell, hugging his neck as he dances with you on the bedroom floor. Lifting your head up, you wipe away the mascara on his cheek with a thumb. “I'm proud of you, you deserve this, Hobie.”

“Couldn't have done it without you, love. You're my number one fan.” Cupping your cheek, he places a heavy kiss on your lips. You move your head away, and he chases your lips. “Do I smell that bad?” He jokes, face scrunched up all apologetically.

“No, but I haven't showered yet.” You squeeze at his nose, making him smile. “I'm really proud of you, Hobie. The girls will be so happy for you.”

“For us, this is for us too.” His arms wrap around your middle, dancing you to the sound of the baby monitor. “And fuck off with that, you could swim in the bloody Thames and I'll still snog you.” Even after all these years, he never failed to charm you.

“What a boost of confidence, Hobie.” You say it with the whole truth, he makes you feel like when you two first dated all those years ago— loved, as he stares at you like you're a goddess reborn.

“I have a way with words.” With an arm under you, he swifty lifts you up as you squeal at the sudden movement. “I'll scrub your back, you scrub mine?”

“Only if you wash my hair.” Giggling, he kicks the bathroom door open.

“Deal, I'll even put lotion on you.” He says with a wiggle of his pierced brows.

“Counting on it, rockstar.”

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 1)

It wasn't long after Uzi restored N and V's memories that N began to stay over at her “apartment.” more often.

It started when he sheepishly knocked on her door one morning, chassis slightly steaming and looking guilty, tail laying flat against the floor.

“H-H-Hey U-U-zi” His voice was so glichy it was nearly impossible to hear what exactly he was saying, his visor angerly blinking, warning him that he was overheating, as if that wasn't immediately obvious.

“Holy shit! N!” Uzi was immediately concerned, leaning in to help her best freind and to lead him inside, she went to grab his hand to help him. Only to be immediately burned, the temperature of his plating feeling like a stove top.

“Y-y-eah, I'm kinda h-h-ooo-t right now.” He explained as if he wasn't about to melt in front of her. She sprinted to her room, grabbing the canister of oil she'd been sipping on and shoving it in his mouth.

He drank it deeply, emptying the entire container rather quickly, steam plumed around him and he sighed, his joints groaning from the quick constriction back to form.

“Oh wow, that was a little closer than I would have liked. Thanks Uz!” He brightened immediately, tail curling up and beginning to wag, a beaming smile on his face.

“N! What happened? I've never seen you that hot before!” She motioned him in, looking into the hallway to make sure nobody saw him enter. It wouldn't help the already rampant rumors about her. About them.

“Uh, V is in one of her moods after I tried reminiscing with her, she shoved me and I fell into the sunlight.” His explanation was not lacking in enthusiasm, seemingly not thinking about how close the death he just came.

“And she didn't get you oil because…?” Uzi questioned, trying to not notice how he looked around her house in awe, glancing around at everything.

“Oh, because the oil we have is old and a little chunky, it would have taken too long to cool me off before I started to go offline.” He explained, picking up a picture of her father and her, when she was a pill.

“Awww, baby Uzi!”

Blushing, she swiped the picture out of his hands and put it back down.

“Bite me! I'm not cute!” She snapped at him, only for him to laugh lightly, as if that action itself proved whatever point he was trying to make.

“Whatever you say!” He grinned, walking off to pick up another trinket off the shelf and turn it in his hands.

“This isn't the first time you've been here, you've seen it before, also you almost just died. Priorities!”

“I actively avoid thinking about the times I almost die. Also look!” He brought her attention to a picture of her, in a toddler body, bashing her dad in the head with a wrench.

“Looks like you were good with tools even when tiny!” He cooed at her image, Uzi grumbled, trying and failing to swipe the picture from his hands.

“Also, I was unconscious for most of the time I was here. I didn't get to see all your adorable droneling pictures!” He threw his hands up, tail wagging wildly.

Adorable?

“N!” She shouted in indignation, fists balling up and stomping her foot like the was throwing a tantrum.

He put the picture back on the shelf, giggling at her, if he was anyone else she would have bitten back a little harder, but he was incredibly difficult to stay mad at, especially with that crooked, dopey smile.

“Well, I guess I'm stuck with you until nightfall…” She murmured, honestly she had started to become nocturnal herself, being unable to touch sunlight after her strange, fleshy transformation at camp, switching over seemed to be the better option.

“I was about to get ready for bed, if you wanna-”

“Sleepover!” He shouted immediately, looking like he just got the best Christmas gift ever. Uzi couldn't help but smile at him, he was always so endlessly positive.

“Uh, yeah… I guess.” She turned to look aloof, but to also hide her growing fluster, which had been growing more and more common since prom.

She drug him into her room by the arm, partly just to get him away from more of her pictures. And slammed the door behind her. Sighing softly.

When she opened her eyes again, N was sitting on her bed, well more laying, as he was a little too tall to comfortably sit upright without touching the ceiling, and was looking at her nightmare board.

“Mmm. This looks like repressed memories.” He said off-handedly, and he was partly correct, some of them were nightmares, some were things she'd rather be only in her nightmares.

“Just nightmares N.” She replied, going into the corner of the room to find a comfortable shirt to change into. Only to look at N, to realize he was still in his overcoat and hat.

“You want to wear something more comfortable then that coat?” She asked, still pulling through the mountain of clothes.

“Huh? Oh uh, if you have something that fits me.”

Fair enough, he was quite a bit taller than any other worker drone. Especially her.

But luckily, she had hoarded clothes over the years, and finally fished something out that was way too big for her. But would probably fit him just fine. A thin lilac shirt that said. “My Girlfriend Thinks I'm Tall.”

The universe really wanted to shove this crush in her face today. Didn't it?

Whatever, the universe could bite her.

“Here.” She threw the shirt up at him and continued to search for something that suited her. Finally, she saw a faded yellow shirt that read; I'm a Big Freakin’ Ray of Sunshine

Perfect

She turned, only to find N standing naked in the middle of her room, the shirt folded in one hand and his coat draped over the other.

“N!” She immediately whipped around to face the wall, her temperature rising quickly, a violent blush taking over her face.

“What?” He hummed, seemingly unperturbed by being nude in front of her, taking his sweet ass time putting the shirt on.

“You're naked!”

“And? The only difference between us is armor plating.” He responded, pulling the shirt over his head. His voice laced with confusion.

“Still! You don’t see me stripping in front of you!”

N paused for a moment, seemingly pondering this. Before he clicked his tongue.

“I wouldn't mind it, you seem to forget that none of the corpses that make up the spire have clothes.” That made her jump, sometimes she forgot he was a disassembly drone, with his cheerful, loving attitude. And it made her feel a little weird, did all of the worker drones really look so similar?

Did he not think of her as different?

“N-No, I don't care how many you've seen. I don't want you to see me.”

She heard N make some kind of noise, then heard him step out and close the door. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, shit, she didn't realize N would be so nonchalant about it.

She quickly got changed, and reopened the door for N, who met her gaze with a slight blush, and who's hands were shifting against each other awkwardly. Clearly, he'd known he'd said something wrong and overthought it.

“Erm, sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, and I didn't mean to imply that… you look like every other worker drone. Because you don't- uh…” He broke from her gaze for a moment, and his tail flicked irritability. What she could see of his visor he was? Blushing? Maybe?

“You don't look like anyone else. You look like you, and you are my best friend.”

Or maybe he did.

“It's okay, you kinda walk around without pants anyway.”

“So does V!” He defended, before they both dissolved into laughter, awkward moment being pushed aside.

“Come on, let's choose something to watch.” And they walked back into her room, N following as she pulled put a drawer, letting him look at the movies she had.

“A lot of them are animated, looking at live action humans is a little freaky to me.” She admitted, watching as he held each box in his hands. Reading the description of each.

“Oooh, this one is about robots!” He grinned, showing off on of the boxes to her.

“Wall-E? I haven't seen that since I was little.” She vaguely knew it was sappy though, which knowing N, he may have picked up on as well.

‘Yeah sure…” She picked up her homebrew laptop and shoved the disk into the reader, before looking around for a place for both of them to sit.

Her couch was currently covered in railgun parts, where she has been trying (and kinda failing) to repair it after it exploded, she'd nearly had to start from scratch.

But then that left her bed… which would probably end up with the both of them being in pretty close proximity, even more so with how excitable N could get.

N made the choice for her, climbing up to her bed and giving her his hand to help her up.

She blushed, looking away as she took his hand as was hoisted up quickly enough to disorient her, thankfully she didn't loose grip on the laptop.

She landed in his lap, she could tell that much by the ambient warmth radiating from his core, she felt him lean down over her shoulder to start the movie, some of his silvery hair tickling her cheek.

Ah, shit this escalated, does he realize how close we are right now?

Apparently not, as he readjusted himself he forced them closer, Uzi leaning fully against his chest, his head looming above her as she was curled on his lap.

She was extremely happy he couldn't see her visor, which she was sure was nothing but purple at this point.

Still, she eventually relaxed into it, realizing that this was one of the only ways they'd both truly fit on the bed while still being able to see the screen.

She just… didn't remember the movie being so… romantic?

The way Wall-E swooned over Eva's sleek design, melted at her voice, showed her his collection of weird human things… for once she could kinda relate, looking up at the disassembly drone, who's eyes were locked onto the screen.

“Awww, he likes her!” He pointed out when Wall-E tried to hold her hand, and all Uzi could do was shake her head, of course he'd be into romance, that was just so… N.

“Kinda reminds me of when we first met.” She said without thinking, before her words caught up with her and she realized what she was implying.

Luckily, either N didn't call her out or simply didn't notice.

“Yeah… her arm cannon thing is really similar to your railgun.”

Oh thank Robo-Jesus that's what he took from that.

“I don't think you were swooning over me though, with me trying to kill you and everything.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

“Uh- Pfft, I wouldn't swoon over anyone N.”

Yes. Nice Save.

“Thad?” N mentioned, eyes still trained on the screen. Although his tone had shifted slightly, although she couldn't fathom why.

“Ew. No. Sports Jock is not my type, he's just not mean to me.” They both jumped when a lightning strike hit Wall-E as we was trying to recharge her.

“I'm not sure what I'd do if you suddenly went offline like that.” N's voice was uncertain, like it was something he'd been thinking on.

“You worry about that?” Uzi replied, trying to ignore the way her core sped up, but wait his did too.

“Of course, with everything going on I'm afraid someone is going to get hurt in a way I can't fix…” One of his arms wrapped around her, seeking comfort, making her jump slightly.

She wasn't used to other people caring about her to this extent, in the way she knew N did, he was her ride or die and she knew that, and it was worth so much to her.

“If you're talking about V, she can kill us both before taking a breath.”

But showing him that was too scary.

“I don't worry about her as much as I worry about you.” His head rested on hers for a moment, as he watched Wall-E hold onto the side of the spaceship for dear life.

She felt herself smiling, face warm. He was such a wonderful friend, he was one of the only people that truly cared about her.

“I'll be fine… Bite me….” He chuckled, sensing no aggression behind her words. And they fell into comfortable silence, getting reabsorbed back into the movie.

Uzi found herself melting pleasantly in his warmth, she'd expected him to be warm, with his constant need for oil, but had expected it to be more unpleasant, instead it was lulling her to sleep quite rapidly. She felt… safe. And that was weird considering she was cudd- uh leaning against a drone who could end her life before she could even finish her next thought.

But she knew he'd never do that, he would rather melt into a puddle than lay an aggressive hand on her, and in a way that made her feel special, even though he would do the same for any of the worker drones in the bunker.

“Oh she looks really upset…” Her eyes refocused on the screen, Eve shouting at Wall-E while her words faded into the background, showing he wasn't listening.

“He did follow her into space.”

“For love!”

“She doesn't know that, although pretty sure she'd still be mad if she did… it really wasn't a smart decision.” Uzi deadpaned, groaning at N's partly fake offense.

“Love is always the best decision!”

Then please don't let me go

She shook off that thought with a shake of her head, settling back against his chest, realizing his arm was still around her and his head still laid on hers.

They were actually cuddling now, there would be no denying that. But Uzi couldn't bring herself to be upset by it even if a part of herself was screaming about her “reputation.” and her “critical lack of edge.”

“Am I putting you to sleep?” N asked, his voice soft and soothing, it sent pleasant streams of data straight to her core.

“I've already seen the movie, and… you're really warm.” She admitted, looking up onto to find he was looking back at her.

“You don't have to stay awake for me then.”

His eyes were honey, pure and sweet and looking down at her like she was a precious gem. She smiled, eyes dimming as she fell into sleep mode. Was this still just a crush? It didn't feel like one, with the way her core felt full and heavy like it was about to come out of her chest. Was this what love was like? She didn't know, she'd never felt anything close to it before.

[Sleep Mode] appered on her visor and N felt her relax fully into him, letting out a content sigh that made yellow spring to his cheeks. His attention slowly turning to the movie again.

She nuzzled into him in her sleep, making the robot equivalent of a squeak as she did. His core felt light, and a small laugh fell out of his mouth.

He worried about her constantly, with her strange powers and her transformation, she'd put herself in danger, always bravely going into it with so much confidence it tended to rub off on him even if he was nervous. But he still worried, she was still a worker, still small, still so much more fragile. And recently, he'd seen her lacking in confidence, terrified.

Even if she would tell him to bite her if he dared ever call her any sort of fragile. She meant so much to him, his closest friend that he could always count on to be patient with him. She could be prickly, sure, but that was more of a shield she put up to protect herself. Much like the padding of optimism he'd wrapped himself in.

He was really upset knowing how the rest of the colony treated her, as if she was some sort of diseased stray cat that needed to be avoided. It was awful! Uzi had the potential to be so sweet, and it was sad to see her having to create this shell to hide that part of herself.

“Mm… N…” She mumbled in her sleep, and he subconsciously pulled her closer, he'd stopped paying attention to the movie long ago, that was okay, he was recording everything anyway, he'd be sure to pay more attention then.

He was going to make his best freind feel wanted. Like he'd wanted to feel, like she made him feel.

Sleep mode came quickly for him too, until all the sound that escaped the room was the sound of the laptop, until that too died down to nothing.

Next ->

[bellaveux]

The soft college au is sooo amazingly written that I just can’t get enough 😩💕 Would u be willing to write something else for them? Maybe their first real fight with lots of angst but also hurt/comfort…

I adore the way u write, u have a beautiful way with words 💕

NOT A DISTRACTION | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: being under constant stress from studying, wanda suddenly snaps at you when you try to get her to take a break.

content warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff (?), college au, arguing, wanda being a little bit mean (?), healthy relationship overall, happy ending, not proofread (thumbs up)

word count: 4.1k

note: i’m so so sorry for the long wait!! i have been having some busy weeks but i hope u like this :] n thank u for requesting!

You never really fought with Wanda. From the moment the two of you started dating, your relationship effortlessly embodied the essence of the honeymoon stage throughout most of your time together. Nothing ever escalated enough to the point where the two of you would yell at each other, and it was usually not a result of avoiding conflict. There were times when short-lived arguments would occur and last about an hour or so, but even then, they were never too much of a big deal. The two of you just talked a lot more. Communicated. She was patient and understanding, and so were you.

But soon, a subtle shift had taken hold of Wanda's world, and you couldn't help but notice the quietness that had settled upon the recent time you spent together. In the past few weeks, Wanda's presence felt somewhat distant, her thoughts seemingly consumed by a demanding pursuit. You could see it. Your eyes noticed the telltale signs almost immediately, the late nights spent poring over textbooks, the fatigue etched on Wanda's face, and the weight of countless assignments pressing upon her shoulders.

Sitting near her desk in the apartment you shared with a book in your hand, you watched the gentle furrow that creased Wanda's brow as she read through her notebook, a reflection of the mental strain she carried. The lulls in the conversations grew longer, the pauses filled with unspoken worries and unexpressed thoughts. You tried your best to support her, being in her presence in some way at least to remind her that you were always there.

But eventually, with each passing day, your eyes became attuned to the nuances of Wanda's silence. You wondered if she even noticed when you scribbled something on that empty, bright orange sticky note on one of her textbooks, hoping she’d find it later.

You then asked her to take a break, even if it was just for a couple of minutes, maybe drink the tea you had made for her a while ago, sitting cold atop the desk now, but you’d always get the same answer. No. It was a short answer, but it was firm. She made no room for any other comments as she continued to bury herself in her work. You witnessed the flickering of determination in Wanda's gaze, the flickering flame that desperately refused to be extinguished by fatigue — which, in the end, didn’t work. And it was hard to ignore.

Your eyes scanned Wanda's fatigued expression, etched with the marks of endless studying and sleepless nights. A gentle concern flickered across your face as you recognized the toll it was taking on your girlfriend.

“Hey,” you stood from your seat, moving behind her chair to wrap your arms around her gently. “I really think you should take a break.”

“No,” she muttered quickly under her breath, her focus unwavering as she read through her textbook.

“Just for a little bit, babe?” You reluctantly continue, asking softly for some of her time with a smile. “We can watch that show you like… I miss you. And, we haven’t hung out in a while—“

“I can’t, (Y/n).”

She spoke quickly and firmly, ghosting her palm over your arms to move them away from her. Wanda stubbornly clung to her determination, her eyes reflecting a steadfast focus that could not be easily swayed. The weight of responsibilities and academic aspirations weighed heavily upon her, causing her to resist the idea of stepping away, even for a short respite.

“You’re exhausted,” you tell her as if it were obvious. “You haven’t taken a break at all, Wanda—“

“I said I can’t. What part of that don’t you understand?”

You take a step back and furrow your eyebrows at her, “I… I do understand… but it’s been weeks. You’ve been studying nonstop for weeks. A tiny break would be good for you, and we’d be able to spend time together a bit, and it’ll help you relax, too—“

Wanda snapped and abruptly stood from her seat, slamming her papers down onto the surface of her desk as she turned to look at you, “I don’t have time, (Y/n). Please. There’s so much material I have to cover and my exams are coming up in less than two weeks and I still have so many chapters to go through and I cannot fail them—If you just understood the pressure I’m under, you wouldn’t keep asking for my time. I don’t have time to relax. I can't afford any distractions!”

Your hopeful anticipation melted away as Wanda's words sliced through the air with unexpected force. Your eyes widened, a flicker of hurt and confusion dancing within their depths. The color drained from your cheeks, leaving behind a subtle pallor that betrayed your shock. Your lips trembled, longing to utter a response, yet finding themselves immobilized for a brief moment by the weight of Wanda's unexpected outburst.

“I-I know that,” you shook your head, trying desperately to blink the tears in your eyes away. “I know they’re important. I just wanted to be there for you and help take your mind off the stress for a little while.”

“It's not about you being there for me right now! What I need is to focus, and it feels like you're just adding more pressure. It’s not fucking helping,” Wanda rolls her eyes and turns her back towards you, eyes glossing over her work.

“Adding pressure? I'm not trying to burden you, Wanda,” you tell her. “I just want you to take a break.”

Wanda sighs, rubbing her temples, “And, all I want is some peace and quiet.”

Ultimately, she gets what she wants.

You left the room without another word, leaving her alone with the peace and quiet she asked for. Wanda listened as you quietly gathered your belongings, your footsteps carrying a weight of sadness as you moved toward the door. Wanda's heart sank as she watched your figure retreat, the room suddenly feeling emptier than ever. She clenched her fists, desperately attempting to focus on her studying, but the longing to go after you tugged at her with every passing second. The textbooks before her turned blurry as Wanda fought against the overwhelming urge to abandon her books and rush after you, to apologize, to hold you close, and to reassure you that you mattered more than any exam ever could.

But for now, Wanda buried her emotions and tried to bury herself in her studies, the silence in the room a painful reminder of the rift between the two of you.

An hour passed with Wanda immersed in her studies, her mind grappling with the complex concepts on the pages before her. However, as time trickled by, the weight of your absence became increasingly unbearable. Thoughts of the argument kept interjecting her focused thoughts, distracting her from the task at hand. Wanda's eyes wandered from the textbooks to the empty chair where you had sat, and her mind replayed their last conversation, each word etching itself into her consciousness. She wondered what you were up to right now. She figured you’d be trying to relax by reading a book or something or working on your own schoolwork on your laptop.

The weight of regret settled upon her shoulders, pressing down with each passing moment. The silence amplified the echoes of the argument, and the memory of her sharp words hung heavily in the air.

“Fuck,” Wanda whispered, dropping her head down against the desk as she thought of you.

The stillness in the air made Wanda long for your presence, for the warmth of your smile and the tenderness of your touch. Wanda's heart ached with the realization of how much she truly missed you, and how much she craved the comfort and connection you shared. As she gazed at her unfinished work, a sense of urgency washed over her, a desperate desire to complete the tasks at hand so that she could have the chance to make amends, to embrace you once more.

Eventually, Wanda closed her books, the decision to head to bed finally crystallizing within her. Though the material lay unfinished, the ache in her heart took precedence. With a heavy sigh, she set her study materials aside, her footsteps carrying her toward the bathroom to brush her teeth before heading into the bedroom you both shared. As she entered the room, her steps weighed down by the lingering remnants of the recent argument, a flicker of anticipation mingled with the uncertainty within her.

“(Y/n)?” Wanda called out softly, nudging the door open quietly with her fingers.

The room was dimly lit, casting a gentle glow that danced upon the walls. In the quiet stillness, her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and she noticed a familiar shape nestled amidst the blankets. Drawing closer, her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of you, draped in Wanda's oversized, well-worn hoodie. Her heart softened as she stared, and the remnants of the argument faded away in the face of this cherished sight. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she found the sight undeniably endearing. She absolutely loved it when you wore her clothes. It never failed to make her happy.

But as Wanda's gaze settled upon your sleeping face, her smile waned.

Her eyes traced the delicate contours of your face. The dim light of the lampshade by the bed cast a gentle glow upon the room, revealing tear stains glistening on your cheeks. Wanda's heart clenched at the sight, a mix of guilt and sorrow washing over her. Eventually, anger slowly swelled within her, directed solely at herself for the pain she had caused you. The tenderness of your sleeping form, coupled with the traces of tears, shattered any lingering defense mechanisms Wanda had built. The weight of regret bore heavily upon her chest, intensifying with each rise and fall of your breath. She hated it when you cry, more so if she was the reason behind it.

She quietly sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, her touch light and tender, as though she was afraid to disturb the fragile peace of your sleep. She lingered for a moment, taking in the sight of your slumbering form, silently vowing to mend the rift that had formed between the two of you. With a sigh of determination, Wanda leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead before going into the bathroom to get ready for sleep, then retreating to her own side of the bed, the weight of the night's events heavy on her conscience.

Wanda laid quietly on her back as she recalled what happened earlier, trying to repeat all the words you said along with hers. She didn’t mean to snap at you, and truthfully, she honestly should’ve listened during all of the countless times you told her to take a break. It would’ve eased her, relieve all that tension that was building up in her shoulders. But all of that bottled up stress came pouring out of her tonight, and you were the only one there to be on the receiving end of it.

After what felt like hours of staring at the ceiling, Wanda eventually moved closer to you, unable to fight the urge to reach out to you. Her arms circled around your stomach, drawing you in slowly and tenderly as she tucked her head comfortably in your hair, breathing you in. A soft sigh escaped Wanda's lips as she held you tightly. She could feel your rhythmic breathing, the rise and fall of your chest underneath her arms, and the tension that had plagued her since the argument gradually melted away. You felt so soft in her arms, and she wondered how she could even yell at someone who was just worried about her wellbeing.

Wanda closed her eyes, savoring the softness of your presence, the scent of your hair, and the gentle weight of your body against her own. Slowly, she let herself drift, falling asleep to the sound of your breath, snuggling so close to you.

A soft warmth spread through your being as you slept, the tension in your body gradually easing as you melted into Wanda's touch. Halfway through the night, you subconsciously slipped your hand into Wanda’s, the one that rested against your stomach, gently intertwining your fingers with hers.

Sleep was peaceful. Sometime during the night, you turned over to nestle your face in the crook of Wanda’s neck as she continued to hold you. Your breathing, gentle and steady, harmonized with Wanda's own as if they were creating a shared melody of forgiveness. Unwilling to let go, she held you close, her arms wrapped protectively around you until the sun came up.

You woke up first the next morning, as your classes started at a much earlier time than hers. In a way, you kind of didn’t want to start the day arguing with her, hoping to not annoy her as much as you did yesterday. And you still felt quite upset about what happened last night, so you felt that you should just get ready for the day quietly and deal with it later when your classes are out of the way — if Wanda wanted to deal with it later, that is.

You didn’t exactly know what to expect later when you see each other again when you get home. You thought about apologizing, for not leaving her alone when she asked you to, but you were stubborn and wanted her to take some time off away from all of that work for a while. Although, the weight of Wanda's harsh words still lingered in your mind. You then realized your own role in the escalating tension Wanda was carrying. You persisted, unwilling to give Wanda the space she had requested, and it had only fueled the flames of the fight.

Your college classes seemed to pass by in a blur, the minutes stretching out as your mind continually wandered back to thoughts of your girlfriend, wondering how she was doing in her own classes. The lectures that once held your attention became mere background noise as your thoughts were consumed by unresolved emotions.

Eventually, you stepped through the front door of your apartment, your weary footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The weight of a long day's worth of classes settled upon your shoulders, manifesting as a subtle slouch. You glanced around, expecting to find Wanda waiting for you, but the apartment was empty, devoid of the comforting presence you longed for. You immediately assumed she was at the library, and that she’d probably be home late sometime in the evening.

Weariness creased your brow as you removed your shoes, feeling the fatigue of the day seep through your bones. You didn’t have much work to do, school wise, but you wanted to do something anyway, to distract yourself somehow, so you ended up doing some of the dishes that you left in the sink from the night before. The argument put that chore on pause when you left the room last night.

As the warm water cascaded over your hands, you diligently scrubbed the dishes, finding solace in the simple act of cleaning. The clinking of porcelain against the sink temporarily distracted you from the lingering tension that hung in the air. Lost in your thoughts, you paused, your ears perking up as you heard the familiar creak of the front door opening. Your heart skipped a beat, curiosity mingled with trepidation as you rinsed your hands and stepped away from the sink.

You peeked your head out into the tiny hall that led up to the front door of your apartment, your eyes settling on the sight of your girlfriend who was kicking her shoes off, struggling slightly as she held onto a plastic bag with one hand. Wanda's movements held a mix of exhaustion and relief, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she shed the burdens of the day. The sight stirred a twinge of tenderness within you.

“Wanda?”

“Oh! Hey…” Your girlfriend whipped her head up at the sound of your voice.

For a moment, you turned your head away to look up at the clock, then back to Wanda, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at her, “What are you doing here?”

“I-I’m home,” Wanda blurted out nervously, walking down the hall to make her way towards you—to greet you with a small kiss like she always does.

“Well, I can see that much,” you replied, voice hinted with a bit of sass as you stepped away and returned to the sink before she could get any closer. “I mean, what are you doing here so early? Shouldn’t you be at the library?”

The tiny smile on Wanda’s face faltered as she watched you back away from her, returning to the sink where you had left the dishes in. Her eyes dropped to the floor, sighing quietly in disappointment as she leaned against the wall. You were upset with her, understandably so, and she hated to live in the present with that fact.

“Uh, no, I… I was thinking of taking your advice. You know, taking that break, like you said,” Wanda fidgeted nervously as she spoke, trying to ease her anxiety by fiddling with the paper bag that was hanging by her fingers. “We can do movies tonight? Or something… Whatever you wanna do. And, I bought some food, too, from that place you like.”

You bit the inside of your cheek for a brief moment as you rinsed off the plate in your hand, still refusing to look at her, “I thought you didn’t have time for distractions.”

Wanda closed her eyes, remembering her words from the night before—words that had obviously hurt you. She walked up and set the paper bag of your favorite takeout on the kitchen table, wondering what she could do to make you look at her.

“No, (Y/n)… You’re not a distraction,” Wanda started, eyes settling on your back as you stood at the sink.

You paused after a moment before turning around to face her, crossing your arms, still guarded as you leaned against the kitchen counter. “That’s not what you said yesterday.”

“I know,” she replied, stepping forward as she ran her palms against her jeans nervously. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You shook your head slightly, showing her a look of confusion as you listened to her words.

Wanda carefully took slow steps to get closer to you as she spoke, “For what I said. For yelling at you. I’ve been so caught up with studying and everything and… I’ve been stressed and I took it out on you last night. I said things that I shouldn’t have said, and I’m so sorry.”

You listened intently, your features softening with each word. Despite your own lingering hurt, you felt a twinge of empathy stirring within you. You understood the weight of regret and the courage it took to confront one's mistakes, and Wanda was trying her best.

“I… I’m exhausted,” she continued, voice trembling with sincerity and regret. “And I miss you. I didn’t realize how much I missed you. I just wanted to hurry and finish everything in one go, so I could give you all of my attention. To focus on you… without worrying about anything else.”

A soft sigh escaped your lips, a mix of relief and longing. For a fleeting moment, you held back, allowing the gravity of the moment to linger, savoring the sweetness of Wanda's heartfelt apology.

“Come here,” you said.

Wand paused for a moment, those two words taking a little bit longer to process in her brain. She watched as you opened your arms, a gesture of acceptance and forgiveness. Wanda stared at your outstretched arms in awe, her breath catching in her throat.

Unable to resist any longer, in one swift motion, she rushed into your waiting arms. Her head dropped instinctively to rest upon your shoulder, finding comfort in the warmth and security that enveloped her. Wanda inhaled deeply, allowing herself to be consumed by your scent. The tension that had settled upon her shoulders, weighing her down with remorse and uncertainty, slowly left.

“I don’t think you’re a distraction, I promise.”

“It’s okay, Wanda. I know. I know you’re tired,” you tell her, soothing your hand over her hair as you felt her grip tighten around your waist. “But, you should really listen when I tell you to take a break. You’re overworking yourself too much and it won’t be good in the long run.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles into your shoulder, planting multiple kisses there against your skin as she held you tightly.

“I forgive you, Wanda,” you say, planting a gentle kiss on her temple before using your hands to cup her face to get her to look at you. “But, just so you know, if you ever yell at me like that again, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

Wanda nodded eagerly, determination shining in her eyes, “Yes ma’am.”

Wanda's features softened as she looked at you, feeling your hands still cupping her face gently, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, spreading across her face like sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky. Time seemed to stand still as your soft touch grazed Wanda's face, your gentle hands tenderly cradling her cheeks.

She felt your delicate touch on her face, a gentle caress that sent shivers down her spine. The soft pads of your fingers traced the contours of Wanda's cheeks, conveying a tenderness that reached depths untouched by words.

“So what are we watching tonight?” you asked, moving your hands from her face down to rest them on her shoulders.

Wanda's gaze flickered, almost instinctively, to your mouth, her eyes tracing the delicate curve of each syllable that escaped.

Shifting the hands that rested on your waist, Wanda felt herself leaning in closer towards you, her voice barely above a whisper, “Can I kiss you first?”

Your cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, your gaze shifting down, suddenly shy. You could feel Wanda's eyes fixed upon your lips, her gaze causing your heart to flutter. Sensing the intensity of Wanda's stare, your cheeks flushed, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You couldn't help but respond with a playful shake of your head. A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you rolled them, a gentle tease to mask the tenderness she felt inside.

With a flicker of amusement, you leaned in closer, your voice laced with affectionate amusement, "Well, if you insist on asking, go ahead."

Wanda's smile grew, her heart swelling as she leaned into your touch. Her lips pressed against yours, sighing into them as her eyes fluttered closed. The touch of your lips against her own was pure bliss, a delicate mingling of warmth and softness that sent a wave of comfort and want coursing through Wanda's veins.

She missed this. She missed you. You tasted so good, and she missed kissing you. She began to think about how thoughtless she has been these past few weeks — how she could miss out on this and spend time with you instead of forcing herself to study.

After a while, your lips curved into a light smile against Wanda’s mouth, a soft giggle falling past your lips. You pulled away for a brief moment to catch your breath, but Wanda chased your lips, pressing hers against yours once again, moaning softly.

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled again when you pulled away once more, using your hands to keep her from coming closer.

“I want to keep kissing you, please,” Wanda said with a smile, grip tightening around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

You tilted your head slightly, meeting Wanda's eyes with a playful glimmer in your own.

“Ah, Wanda,” a mischievous smirk played on your lips as you wrapped your arms around her neck. “Hmm, I think it’s a little too early to be giving you rewards now, don’t you think?”

It was her turn for her cheeks flushed with shyness. Wanda's cheeks pinked, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, breaking through any lingering tension. In that moment, a flicker of hope ignited, weaving through the darkness of the night before that had clouded your relationship.

In that lighthearted moment, the spark of your connection flickered back to life, and the room filled with the promise of forgiveness, growth, and love.

— navigation!

[cumtastiics]

I'd totally like a full fic of Aurelius running around his little concussioned, semi-amnesiac patient!

YAN! DOC x G/N READER

tw(s); yandere & mentions of iv's a/n; this has no official title since i'm lazy sorry :p the post that inspired this here oops this became more angsty than i thought if you wanted more fluff erm sorry ab that!! lol!

would def make this fluff if u guys want

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple.

Some nurse thought it was a great idea to let you out of your room, almost causing Aurelius to get a heart attack.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asked the lady at the front desk, his patience leaving.

"They were taken out by that nurse of theirs. The cute guy everyone's been falling in love with," the women spoke, taking a bite out of her granola bar, paying no attention to the others around her.

Aurelius clenched his fists in frustration, his jaw tightening as he fought to contain his anger. "That 'cute guy' needs to learn some boundaries," he muttered, raising an eyebrow at the nonchalant woman. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to give her a piece of his mind or find you as soon as possible.

Deciding to keep his emotions in check, he forced a strained smile. "Well, thank you for the information," he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. Turning on his heels, Aurelius stormed off in the direction the nurse had taken you.

He couldn't understand how someone could be so irresponsible, oblivious to the potential harm they could cause. All he wanted was to ensure your safety and well-being, and now he had an additional cause for concern.

As he wove through the bustling hospital corridors, his thoughts raced with worry. What if you had been injured or distressed while under the care of the oblivious nurse? The mere thought made his blood boil, making him want to throw up.

Just as he rounded a corner, he caught sight of you standing near a window, seemingly oblivious to the chaos they had caused. Relief washed over Aurelius, briefly suppressing his anger. "There you are," he sighed, his voice filled with a mix of concern and irritation.

"You look mad," you commented, your eyes looking through the window, not paying any attention just like the women from earlier.

"Who brought you out?"

"Some guy. Dunno his name,"

"You're left alone, and not even in a fucking wheelchair for that matter," he spoke, his voice sounding more annoyed as each second passed.

"Sorry..?" You offered, not really wanting to deal with him.

You were finally able to get some fresh air, and you were not going to let him ruin your chance.

'Let's go," he grabbed your arm, making you almost fall over. Aurelius's grip on your arm tightened, his anger boiling over as he yanked you towards him.

"You don't get to just wander off without a care in the world," he growled through clenched teeth. "I'm here to protect you, and if you can't see that, then maybe I shouldn't even bother." His words stung, although you understood his concern.

"I didn't mean to cause you worry," you said, trying to steady your voice. "I just needed a moment to breathe. But I'm fine now."

"Fine? You call this fine?" he scoffed, his grip still firm on your arm. "You could have gotten hurt, kidnapped, who the hell knows what could have happened? And you think it's just fine?"

"I'm not gonna fucking die without you!" You yelled, trying to get out of his grip.

"Yes, yes you will!" Aurelius's voice grew cold, his eyes flashing with a toxic mix of anger and superiority. "You're nothing without me. You're weak, helpless, and if I'm not there to protect you, you'll end up getting yourself killed."

His words tore through you like a knife, the toxicity of his possessiveness becoming unbearable. Anger swelled within you, fueling your determination to stand up for yourself.

"I'm not weak, Aurelius. I can take care of myself. I'm not some fragile little thing that needs to be sheltered from the world," you shot back, your voice laced with a newfound strength. His grip on your arm tightened even more, his face contorting with rage.

"You think you're so tough? You think you can survive out there on your own? You're delusional. You need me, whether you like to admit it or not."

"No, I don't," you replied defiantly, staring him straight in the eyes. "I need someone who respects me, who trusts me, and treats me like an equal. Not someone who thinks they have the right to control my every move."

Aurelius's facade of superiority shattered for a split second, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. But it quickly turned back to anger, his toxic traits taking hold once more.

"You're just a fool if you think anyone else could ever care for you like I do," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "But go ahead, try to find someone else. You'll see how quickly they abandon you when things get tough."

You finally got back to your room, after what felt like ages. He glared at you, as you avoided eye contact.

You felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing what would set him off next.

[jinhyun]

—sunshield.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, humor probably, established relationship, changbin and minho are two menaces in this

word count: 1.5k

summary: when the sun hits your sound asleep boyfriend's eyes and you take it upon yourself to block it and protect his dreams. regardless of all the teasing you will get from your friends.

a/n: thissss is a small present for the best friend i could've made on this hellsite 🤧🩷 you know who you are, u a real one. i took this idea bc Mother Hen™, but i really liked the other two you sent me so don't mind me if i ever write them lol. i hope you enjoy, and happy birthday!! hope you have a good one out of many many more 🩷

Sometimes you wondered if you were becoming delusional.

Staring at some guy for longer than it could be considered normal surely did seem delusional to you, especially when he was fast asleep and therefore unaware of your stare.

But, then again, he wasn't just 'some guy'. No, he was your boyfriend. And maybe that was good enough of an excuse for you to stare at him for minutes and minutes, at any time of the day, and even at night, as sleeping right next to him in the comfort of his familiar arms was a privilege you'd be damned to ever take for granted.

So, you stared.

For as long as your eyes were open and your neck didn't hurt from the way it was turned in order to be able to get a glimpse of him, you stared.

As Minho drove and Changbin on the passenger's seat turned up the volume of the radio right as 'Heartbeat' by 2PM started to play, singing along obnoxiously as ever to it, your eyes remained fixed on Hyunjin next to you. His head rested on your shoulder as small snores abandoned his mouth every couple of seconds, somehow —much to your surprise— completely unaware of all the noise surrounding him inside the car.

It had been a long day, in the best way possible. Chan and Felix had suggested you all should have a beach day together during their small break after promotions, and although Hyunjin hadn't been too keen on it at first —as he would've much rather stayed home with you, alone—, your excitement over the idea had been enough for him to give in.

It turned out to be a good call in the end, for you both got to spend a nice, fun time with your friends without having a single worry in the world, and Hyunjin still got to have you all to himself like he wanted somehow. He found out that day that sharing a towel and napping together while everyone else was in the water, hearing the sound of the waves in the background while the light breeze of them reached your bodies, could easily become one of his favourite things to do with you.

You woke up early that morning, making sure to pack everything you could possibly need throughout the day before you met the guys and the group got divided in two cars to head over to the beach — one driven by Minho and one driven by Chan.

You had gone with Minho in the morning, as you could use some boost of energy from the carpool you knew was about to happen in it. And it turned out to be so much fun in the end, that you and Hyunjin decided to go back home on the same car as well.

Right now, as Hyunjin slept beside you and your friends had their own little party in the front, however, you couldn't help but think that maybe you should've taken Chan's car on your way back.

Regardless of your concern, a loud laugh escaped your throat when Minho joined in on Changbin's singing, and you had to physically quiet yourself down by placing your hand over your mouth —the one that wasn't intertwined with Hyunjin's— not to wake up your sound asleep boyfriend.

Your eyes fixed on him for the hundredth time on your ride back home, smiling softly as ever when you felt him move his head higher up on your shoulder, after a small turn on the highway made him lose balance for a second.

His eyebrows furrowed prominently and his eyes closed tighter, making you realise only then that the sun about to set was now directly on his side of the car, hitting his eyes just the right amount to disturb his dream. It was also hitting your eyes, to be fair, but that didn't seem to matter in the slightest.

Without giving it a second thought, you raised your free hand up to his eye level, smiling to yourself when the shadow provided by your hand blocking the sun formed a small mask over his eyes and they visibly relaxed once again.

Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, you lovingly rested your head on his for a moment before you went back to making sure your hand wouldn't lose its balance and no longer shield the eyes of your beloved from the sun.

"You're so whipped" Changbin's teasing statement brought your eyes up to the rearview mirror, so they could lock with his.

"No, I'm not" you poorly fought back.

"You are, though" Minho joined.

"He's tired, I just want him to rest as much as he can" you pouted. "I'd do this for any of you guys".

They both laughed, earning a roll of eyes from you.

"First, Hyunjin would flip if you ever did that for anyone but him" Changbin pointed out with a light laugh.

You laughed under your breath, sneaking a glance to your boyfriend. He would indeed flip if you ever did for someone else even the smallest of things he considered to be 'boyfriend privilege only', and blocking the sun from hitting their eyes as they slept for sure was part of the list.

"Second, no, you would not".

"Yes, I would?" you couldn't help but sound offended now.

"Y/N," Minho's voice brought your attention to him. "You haven't even acknowledged Han the entire ride".

As if a bubble around you had just been bursted, you instantly felt a faint pressure on your left shoulder. And it was only then you realised Han had been sleeping on it the entire time.

It was only then you even remembered he was in the car, right next to you, to begin with.

Definitely not one of your proudest moments.

Your face right then must've given your sudden realisation away, for the two guys in front let out a laugh that turned out to be loud enough to finally wake Hyunjin up.

"Aish, guys" you called them out, feeling your boyfriend groan quietly next to you.

"Sorry" they both said in unison.

"What's going on?" Hyunjin asked with a hoarse voice — eyes finally opening by complete and being met with your hand hovering them.

"Nothing," you hushed him, pulling him back onto your shoulder. "Go back to sleep, baby".

He pouted, having realised what you had been doing all along and being unable to stop his heart from melting.

Instead of saying anything, as he was just waking up and still a bit out of it, he pressed a small kiss to the crook of your neck.

"I love you" he smiled, closing his eyes before he could notice the goosebumps both his lips and words had caused to appear on your skin.

"Gross" Minho gagged.

"Focus on driving" you called him out, earning a squint of his eyes from the rearview mirror.

"Ever heard of multitasking?" he bit back.

"Obviously she hasn't," Changbin snorted. "Otherwise she wouldn't have neglected Han like that".

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't realise he was sleeping on my shoulder".

"He's what?" Hyunjin jumped up — all traces of sleepiness suddenly gone.

"He fell asleep on your girl's shoulder" Binnie added fuel to the fire, with a smirk from ear to ear at that.

"Yah, Han Jisung".

"Don't," you stopped him before he could wake Han up, like he had just reached his hand out to do.

"But he—"

"Don't be mean" you tightly held his hand in yours when he managed to lightly push him off.

Thankfully, Han seemed to be in another dimension by now.

"And she said she would've blocked the sun from his eyes too, had she noticed" Minho added.

Hyunjin turned to you, with a simple raise of his eyebrow accusing you of having ever said such words of betrayal.

"He's my friend" you nonchalantly remarked to everyone in the car.

"And I'm your boyfriend," Hyunjin reminded you. "Han can get his own partner to block the sun for him".

"But he doesn't have one yet" you pointed out.

"Too bad," he shrugged. "You're mine".

Considering the conversation to be done with that last statement of his, he went back to rest his head on your shoulder — this time burying his face in the crook of your neck and letting out a contented sigh when you rested your head on him.

"So you're just gonna let him sleep on Y/N's shoulder?" Changbin pushed it.

"Y/N didn't let me wake him up" Hyunjin shook it off, eyes already closed as his fingers looked for yours and intertwined them again. "But she's my sunshield only, though".

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his head and having him bring your hand up to his mouth to return the kiss. "That I am".

As for Han, although he took no part in the whole argument, he would have to either look for his own partner or learn not to lean on your shoulder when he was unconscious from now on.

Hyunjin wouldn't let this behaviour slide a second time.

[cavavaff]

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Characters: Aiku Oliver x fem! reader

Genre/Tags: Slight Angst, No Comfort, Break up

Summary: Just Oliver, you, and the other girls.

"Oli, wait up!" You jogged a little, trying to catch up to him. Oliver said he needed to talk to the coach after school. You, being his girlfriend, insisted on accompanying him. The meeting was taking longer than you thought, as the time was already 6 pm. You hoped everything was okay.

"How's it going with the coach?" you asked him when you caught up to him. You looked up to see his face, knowing he was much taller than you. "Y/n, you're still here? I thought you probably went home already. The meeting took longer than I expected, but it's all good. Thank you for waiting for me," he said with his usual charming smile.

He looked down. That's the first thing you noticed. Just a moment ago, his body looked slumped, and you saw a flash of pain on his face. Even if it was slight, you saw it, so you weren't convinced.

Moreover, now that you were beside him, you could see his eyes still looked troubled, and it made you a little worried. Did the coach and he fight? He looked tense. "I'm so glad to hear that. Did something happen with the team, though? You seem rather... upset," you said with concern, not wanting to make him more upset than he already was.

"You're worrying about me, babe? That's so sweet of you. But everything is good. Nothing serious. Coach just said that I need to play for the team more instead of playing as a striker," Oliver said this so nonchalantly. Which was weird, knowing his dream was to become the best striker in the world.

You knew that. Everybody close to him knew that. Since you two got together, even before as friends, he had always declared that he would become the best striker in the world. He aimed to get into U-20 Japan first, then soar to the world stage. He was so excited and believed in himself. You loved him for that. Hearing he just said that the adult wanted him to assist more for the team's sake and he looked unconcerned about it made you frown.

"The coach wants you to do what? He surely knows that you want to be a striker. Why wouldn't he put you in that position? I don't know much about football, but even I can tell that you're good at it. Oh my god. Don't tell me?! We used to watch Noel Noa videos. Is that why you watch Virgil van Dijk's videos now? He's a cool football player, sure, but he's not a striker, right? What a jerk. Why is he wasting your talent, knowing you're so capable of being a striker? We should—" Just when you turned around toward the teacher's office direction, Oliver grabbed your hand to stop you. A chuckle left his lips.

"It's nothing big, Y/n. I made up my mind. I'll be the best defender in the world now. I'll crush those boring so-called strikers," Oliver said with such determination. A defiant smirk started to form on his face. Concern was written on your face, hearing his new declaration.

You didn't think this was healthy, the way he was thinking by tricking himself for a way out. You tried to understand his situation, but still. So you asked, "Since when?"

Oliver looked taken aback by your question. But he simply answered, "Since now."

"You know I'll always be your biggest Oliver Aiku best striker football player fan, right?"

He chuckled again. "So mouthful, dear. Why don't we change it to 'my lovely Oliver Aiku Defender girlfriend,' yeah?" He put his left arm over your shoulder and started to walk beside you. "It's still mouthful." He just grinned.

One notification popped up when you just stepped into one of the karaoke places nearby with your friends.

I'm going to karaoke with my friends. See u tonight, babe.

You couldn't help but smile reading a text from him. Tonight, he and you would go to this new dessert place that had just opened in the city. You loved sweets, and even though he preferred spicy things over sweets, he had lost at the game you both played together, so he needed to take you to the place you wanted. But of course, after that, you and him would go to the usual spicy ramen place that he liked because if not, he'd become a grumpy old man. You laughed silently, randomly remembered the silly face he usually made when he came across a mirror. You wondered if he was in the same place as you right now. Your fingers quickly typed to answer him.

Really? Which place did you go to? I'm actually at ** right now.

You waited for a reply from him, but nothing came on your screen.

"Y/n! Let's go. We got the 3rd floor." One of your friends called out to you. They were already waiting in front of the elevator. The exam week had just ended. It had been two stressful weeks, so you were glad you decided to come with your friends to hang out afterward. Well, he's probably on his way now, you thought, and quickened your pace toward your friends.

When the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor, you saw some people crowding in front of one of the rooms. You heard someone whisper, "It's a love quarrel. It appears the guy is the problem. He brought another girl." Deciding it was none of your business, you and your friends were just walking past the crowd when you heard something familiar.

"Can't we all have fun together, ladies? It's more fun when it's the three of us."

"You're the worst. I'm leaving."

"I can't believe this. I'm leaving too."

Two girls just stormed out of the room. They looked mad. You knew it was none of your business, but you thought something crazy. You squinted your eyes, trying to peek inside. The voice was so familiar to you. You thought it was— "Oliver?" His name just rolled off your tongue. The sight in front of you made you glued to the spot. There, your boyfriend was sitting alone with his hand cupping one of his cheeks that looked kind of red, as if someone had just slapped him.

"Oh hey, Y/n! You're here too." He casually called out your name and got up from his seat. Your friends had already left, giving you space with your boyfriend. You saw him coming toward you and stop right in front of the door. "Did you just get here? Let's karaoke together! My friends just left like seconds ago."

Is what he meant by friends— "You mean those girls?"

"So you saw them. Yeah. They are from our school. You know them too?" he responded. You looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me right now, Oliver? Do you think I didn't see those girls looking mad? Are you... are you cheating on me?"

"Hey, hey... please don't cry, Y/n. It's nothing serious, nothing to worry about. Just something casual," he said, looking at your now shaking body. Your surroundings started getting blurry from the tears now flowing down your cheeks, making you look like a mess in front of him. He didn't deny it and hid behind calming words, saying it was just casual. The truth made your heart squirm in pain.

You, him, them, us. How many people were in this relationship between you two?

This hurt too much for you. You only had eyes for him. He was your favorite person, your first love, and now he was the first one breaking your heart. You felt hurt and sad, and quickly those feelings turned into anger. Anger now hugged you like a second skin that burned your feelings for him. Your heart burned with this foul feeling that they called betrayal. You hated to look at him and see his pitying eyes for you. So you poured your emotions out by screaming as loudly as you could, confronting him.

"You mean by keeping it casual is casually scoring girls here and there, right Oliver?! How many girls have you seen all the time we were together?!"

"Listen to me, Y/n. They're nobody. You shouldn't—"

"Oliver, please..." Sadness engulfed you again. Your feelings now felt like a roller coaster. "Please... stop explaining this using your guidebook, you know what I mean."

"Y/n—"

"Aiku, do you hear what I just said?"

"He looks off."

"No wonder he got slapped there." Aiku looked around the room. There were Isagi, Reo, and Bachira looking at him curiously. Perhaps because he looked bewildered by now. It happened again and felt like déjà vu. But this time, there was no you arguing with him. "This is why I like to keep it casual. Breaking up is too much work, so bothersome," he sighed while his mind delved back to last year, reminiscing about what used to be.

End.

P.S.: This is my first time writing this genre. Feedback is very much appreciated. <3

[streamat4am]

for shes the man enid's dong id probably go for wednesday if u dont mind. or yoko if u prefer

I gotchu mate :)

Tags: wednesday being a tease, enid being sensitive asf and having a not so human ding dong, usual things. Enid switches to he/him pronouns in wednesdays POV bc she crossdresses and tries to pass as a man for au reasons

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"You don't have to do this," Enid mumbles and her face lit aflame when wednesday hums. Her eyes isn't even looking at her face! it shouldn't be a bother, except Wednesday is literally looking at something else, something more intimate.

A whine pulls from the werewolf's lips when cold fingers brushed at her tip, that thumb rubbing and pressed at the slit with a curiosity that has Enid being jealous. Pre spills and Enid can't stop a whine of concern when she watches it pool around the creases of Wednesday's hand.

Is this really okay? Like she didn't mind but this is a special thing after all. She doesn't remember girls doing this in her shows... But then again, Enid isn't supposed to be acting as a girl at all.

The thought of Wednesday doing this with others has her tensing her jaw though.

"Does this bother you?" Wednesday wonders, her eyes finally straying to look into dilated blue. "You're free to back out whenever."

Enid shakes her head, an instant no escaping her lips before she can think

"I just-" the wolf chokes on her words, not expecting Wednesday to start stroking . Her hands clung onto the chair, digging in as her nails dug deep into the plush seats. Already can she feel her teeth growing with her arousal, scraping at her bottom lip with a want and it aches as she zeroes into Wednesday's skin.

"Yes?" Wednesday says and Enid gasps when a finger brushes against the little bump that rests on her base. It was her knot, the one thing that made this happen in the first place.

See Enid was born with a rather curious condition, instead of manifesting her more wolfish features once a month, it instead decides to pop in or even stay at times depending on her mood. This one? was on the more permanent side. It wasn't as big as it should be if she shifts but its noticeable alright- noticeable enough that when she got pantsed a week ago, her gang caught an eyeful.

She didn't think that such a prank would lead to this.

"tell me Enid," Wednesday starts and Enid nods, trying her best to listen through the beat in her ears and haze over her mind. Her bestie's fingers continue to prod and it is simply so hard to keep a straight mind when her hands start to pump. "have you ever used this?"

"Used?" Enid whimpers and her hips jerk when those hands squeezed at the tip.

Too lost to the feeling, the werewolf pressed her eyes shut, unaware of the way Wednesday tilts her head. She does it again and Enid leaks all the more, shaking and trembling in the chair.

"have you?" Wednesday repeats, a whisper of a smile growing on her face when Enid does his best to breathe in reply instead before slowly shaking his head no.

Beautiful, as it should.

Enid has always been so steadfast, never one to falter so to think that she was one to bring such a boy to this state makes something pleasant to curl inside her. He looked like a mess, with his hair frazzled and parts of his stomach exposed, allowing her to eye the happy trail that led to her current fascination.

His lenght is heavy in her hands and she squeezes at the knot that laid in her palm.

At first, she was curious about his biology. She has taken werewolf class and from what she remembers, most don't have this feature so to see it in Enid.. she simply couldn't let this chance go.

Not to mention, she wanted an excuse to touch him where no one else has.

What? Wednesday is opportunistic so when the urge to taste overtakes her, she allows herself to dive in and give a broad lick up the shaft.

The sound Enid makes is delicious as he bucks his hips up. Needy dog, Wednesday thinks, laying her hands on his thighs and pushing him back into place. It takes a moment for her tongue to reach the tip before she caught the precum that leaked.

The stream kept going at a steady pace and a part of her wondered if he was in rut. It'd explain the knot and why he was so reactive. A heat bloomed at her skin and she breathes a tiny bit harder when she licks her lips, savouring the tang of something not so bitter sticking on her mouth.

She wanted more.

"weds?-" Enid whispers, those eyes of his trying to spark into something with clarity.

Wednesday shushes in reply and without warning, she wraps her lips around the tip, holding the head with the flat of her tongue as she suckled. Enid choked, his words unable to bumble out as he whined and jerked in her hold.

"Wednesday!" Enid gasps and oh does her name sound absolutely tantalizing in his mouth, spilling out like he was begging for more. Just for him, she's willing to indulge so she hums and took more of his lenght. Enough to for it to sit snugly in the back of her throat as the rest of her fingers pressed against the knot just a few inches away from her mouth.

All he can say to that is a whimper and his hands that were clinging so tightly to the chair now run through her hair. She feels the way those claws tempt to dig and heat burns at her skin at the thought as Enid shakily brushes her bangs back..

Wednesday's eyes snapped up to watch, to see her boy bite his lip so hard that blood must've pooled. How she wishes she could kiss and sample what it would've tasted. The thought was enough to make her moan and immediately Enid folded, his shoulders shaking as he gasps with flushed cheeks.

Wednesday simply suckles, enjoy the way he leaks in her mouth as she rubbed circles along his thighs, feeling how it tenses in want.

It's then that Wednesday is assured that only she can see Enid like this. Gone was the straight laced confidence of before, instead all that was left was a shaking wolf so easily held down. It's endearing, it's addicting and it's hers.

“Willa - ” Enid whined and finally, his fingers curl along the base of her hair to tug. “I think im-”

Wednesday didn't need to think twice before opening her jaw even more to try and take the rest of him in.

"ohmygos-" spills from Enid's lips and Wednesday's eyes go wide when she feels herself get pulled so deep that her mouth nudges against the swollen knot. It's bigger up close and she wonders what'd it'd feel inside as the head of his cock nestled deep in the back of her throat.

Wednesday doesn't gag but her throat tenses at the intrusion anyways and like a seasoned pro for someone who hasn't at all done this, she inhales through her nose before licking and sucking the thing that's going to haunt her nightmares.

Enid cries out and with one last call of "Wednesday!" he cums straight into her stomach. Wednesday pulls back, enough to keep the head inbetween her lips and swallow the rest of his seed with every greedy bob of her throat.

When all is done, she presses a kiss on his steadily growing flaccid cock before standing up and straightening her uniform. She eyes the knot that lays ever so present but it was smaller now. She remembers the size it held from before and bets that it would leave a pleasant stretch whenever he pulls out.

Enid lays there, mouth agape and looking like he ran a marathon with how flushed his face was.

"we should do this again, Enid," Wednesday says, her head tilting and she can still taste him on her tongue with every word she says. He needs to take responsibility for the addiction that's growing.

All Enid can do is nod and when she felt the familiar tensing of a body part, immediately pulled her pants up.

"let's," Enid giggles in disbelief because wtf just happened. It isn't until Enid sees Wednesday in passing a few hours later does she realize that what happened wasn't some dream because there is no way, Wednesday Addams just mimicked what she did this morning.

... Maybe pranks aren't so bad after all, if it lead them to her.

[hyeosi]

Could you do a woonhak enimies to lovers (fem reader) fic plss!! It might be hard bc he seems like such a sweetheart but idkk I think it would be so cute

(운학) - BAKE SALES !

woonhak x fem!reader || genre: enemies2lovers, rivals2lovers, boyscout!woonhak x girlscout!reader || warnings: none || wc: 1.4k || crazy how i think i can write enemies2lovers but thank u anon 4 the request !! hope i fulfilled u !! || pls dont repost or copy !!

Irritated. Those were the only words that could explain your feelings whenever you went to advertise your baked products. It wasn't because of the individuals you were attempting to sell to, but rather because of a specific someone who always comes in and wrecks everything.

It was entirely his fault. You'd always see him out of the corner of your eye, with his dumb face, dumb voice, and stupid eyes that pierced into your soul. He seemed to be mocking you, and for what? You'll never find out.

"Are you sure he isn't selling today?" you inquired one of the scouts. "Yup!" she said, nodding. I even asked their squad leader if they were selling today, and he responded no. You have nothing to be concerned about n/n!" To calm you down, she drew designs with her finger on your back.

You puffed and were taken aback. You were delighted but perplexed. He'd always find a way to get his leader to sell on days when we weren't? But why not now? You shook your head before departing with your wagon full of products to sell some pastries. You strolled down the street until you came to the last house on the left. The car was parked in the open garage, indicating that someone was at home. knock knock

"Hello?" A woman appears. From what I could gather, she was in her forties. "Good day, ma'am!" "My name is Y/n from the HYBE Girl Scouts!" You bowed before waving to her. She returned your bow and grinned. "I see a girl scout!" "You know, I have a son in the HYBE boy scouts." She adjusted her glasses. You gulped; you weren't used to people from the same organization having sons and daughters.

The woman nodded. "I don't buy much from the scouts because my son is a member, but I've always wanted to see the advertisement firsthand!" She leaned against her door. "Wow! We live in such a little world!" You returned to your wagon and took the sample baked products.

She clapped after You advertised to her. "If only my son had done this to me," she grumbled. You laughed before grabbing the baked items she requested. "So it'll be $26!" I'm so glad you're buying this!" you bowed one more before handing her the box. Before turning back, she handed you the exact amount. You believed it was your chance to live, but then you heard her cry. It was a name that you were very familiar with. "WOONHAK! COME DOWNSTAIRS!" It could have been another Woonhak. You couldn't possibly have gone to Woonhak's house and asked his mother to buy a box of brownies and muffins. "Y/n…" you hear the one and only Kim Woonhak shout your name. You gently turn around to view him, who was dressed in a blue tee and black sweatpants. "Do you know Y/n as well?" his mother inquired, and he nodded. Miss Kim went inside with the boxes, leaving you and Woonhak alone outdoors. The stress was palpable, and you could feel your heart pounding. "What brings you to my door?" "Are you following me, L/n Y/n?" His hair was flipped. You could tell he was distressed, but you were enraged. "Why the hell would I stalk some thief like you? You literally stole the majority of my sales!!" you yelled. Woonhak put his hands over your mouth. "Are you trying to get me in trouble?" he sighed. All you could do was give him dirty looks from time to time. He put his hands back to his sides and mumbled something. "Huh? speak up," you said. You were getting impatient with this boy and it showed. "I'll do anything! Just don't tell my mom.." "Fine."

"Huh?" In disbelief, he tilted his head. "You'll do anything, right?" You made a cross with your hands. He nodded enthusiastically. "Then come and assist me in earning all the money I could have" He grinned; did it make your heart skip a beat? You should not like a thief like him. You did enjoy seeing his face light up as he playfully taunted you now and again. You always fight back, making sure he knows what was on your mind. You inadvertently grabbed his hand and began walking to another residence. As he felt your delicate fingertips on his, his eyes widened. You didn't care, you just wanted this to be over with.

"No, because I swear Taesan would know if something was wrong. So what do you mean?" You playfully hit Woonhak's Shoulder. He cackles. You and Woonhak have been laughing and chatting about school, homework, and just things that came to mind for the past 30 minutes. It was almost the end of your break so you just decided to sit with him.

Surprisingly you and Woonhak sold all of the stuff in the wagon which was pretty shocking seeing as nobody has been able to sell that big of an amount in a while now. "Y/n break is over! We need to go back and return the wagons! Y/n-" You hear the scout that was talking to you before calling out your name only to stop as she sees you and Woonhak sitting together. "Woah." She stared at the both of you blankly. "I'll explain when we are done for the day-" you laugh awkwardly. The scout just shrugged and went along with her day. You stood up and dusted off your shorts. "Thanks for the help Woonhak, I didn't actually think you would actually help me get rid of all of the pastries." you clapped; thanking him for the help. "So am I on your good side yet?" he asked as the both of you walked to the table to return the wagon. "Ehhh, If you keep helping me than I guess so" you pat his back as he puts the wagon where all the others went. "I'll come and help you the next time you need help, kay?" "Okay!"

Woonhak would always come and assist you sell out the batches of pastries you had every time you needed to, and you finally did the same for him. This went on for months, to the point where you didn't need to use sales as an excuse to pay him a visit or stop to talk to him at school. It simply felt perfect.

"Woon! Come take a look! It's a kitten!" You screamed at your best friend. He raced over, smiling. "Aww, it's so cute.." He squatted in front of the cat, running his fingers through its fur. You stepped behind Woonhak and began toying with his hair, much like he was doing with the cat.

"You know, you kind of remind me of a cat." Woonhak made a humming sound. "Really? "I thought you said I looked like an otter." He shifted his gaze to you. You simply nodded. "You remind me of an otter and a cat. I can't really explain it."

The cat ran off after that scratch session and it was just the both of you. It was night and the stars were out. Woonhak got up and walked with you. It was quite cold so you regretted wearing a skirt outside, you were lucky Woonhak forced you to bring a jacket. "The HYBE fair is coming up in a few days.." you say calmly. "Yeah, I know." You grabbed his hand softly and feel his securely holding onto yours

"I was wondering if we could go together?. If you know what I mean." you blurted out. "You don't hav-"

"I would love to" he cuts you off.

It was silent. You couldn't actually believe it. You were surprised that he actually said yes. You squealed and hugged him tightly. You looked at him in the eyes; his eyes had a shine in them, it was probably the stars that were reflecting off of it.

"Thank you, Woon," you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. "You know I've liked you for a while, y/n," he says as you pull away. Your eyes widen as you are taken aback by the unexpected disclosure. "Woah.." you exclaimed. "Y/N?? "I'm serious…," he laughed awkwardly. "I really like you, Y/n." In an instant, he felt a kiss on his cheek, and your warm lips immediately pressed against his cheek before clutching him again. "Like you, Woon," you murmur. You both continued like that for the rest of your night out with him before wandering about and talking about everything and anything.

a/n: cracked my head a bunch of times while writing this ahahah

[arlzuteni]

SSR Yuta - In the valley between brother and senpai (part 2)

First part here! It gets better still. Yuta is so unbelievably precious. #doitforyuta

Yuta: Where should I sit...

Syusuke: Yuta, you can sit with us if you like.

Yuta: Uh, is it okay?

Momoshiro: Sure, there's space.

Kawamura: We were just about to start eating, too.

Yuta: Okay then, thanks for having me.

Syusuke: Where did Mizuki go?

Yuta: He needs to take care of something, so he told me to go eat first.

Momoshiro: Ah, were you practising together until just now?

Kawamura: Yeah, because there weren't enough courts.

Yuta: ...hm?

Syusuke: What's wrong, Yuta?

Yuta: The chair is kinda shaky...

Syusuke: Why don't you move to a seat on this side, then?

Yuta: Nah, I'll just stay here.

Mizuki (from afar): Oh? Over there, isn't that Yuta-ku--

Syusuke: You should really come over to my side. You look uncomfortable over there.

Mizuki: ! Uncomfortable...?

Mizuki: Could it be... does he mean he's uncomfortable at St. Rudolph...?

Yuta: Uhm, but...

Momoshiro: What are you fretting about? Just make a move already!

Yuta: You're right... I'll do just that.

Mizuki: What the... Yuta-kun, could he possibly consider Seigaku...!?

Syusuke: Yuta, do you have any plans for after lunch?

Yuta: The weather is good, so I think I'll go for a run.

Mizuki: ...

Yuta: Oh, Mizuki-san. Are you going to have lunch now?

Mizuki (to himself): Calm down... I'll have to act swiftly... letting him go is not an option...

Mizuki: Whatever the situation, at first we should discuss it. At a place where the two of us can talk undisturbed... that's right, I should prepare a cake, too...

Yuta: ...there he goes. I wonder if he's busy?

(later)

Yuta (running): Hah... hah...

Yuta: The wind is just right, too. It feels good...

Yuta: Okay, I'll run another 5km and--

Mizuki: Wait!

Yuta: Huh? Mizuki-san. What's wrong?

Mizuki: I have been watching you this whole time. While running, you didn't once stop to rehydrate!

Yuta: Eh?

Mizuki: And your form is off, too.

Mizuki: Running with bad posture doesn't make you stronger, it just leads to injury. Be more careful.

Yuta: Thank you very much.

Yuta: Even so, you're really paying attention to me today.

Mizuki: Naturally. After all, I am the person who understands you the most.

(background music switches to sad music)

Mizuki: Therefore, please stop entertaining such silly thoughts as switching schools. You are meant to stay at St. Rudolph.

Yuta: Changing schools!? What are you talking about!

Mizuki: Didn't Fuji-kun and his friends just tell you to "come over to our side if you're uncomfortable"?

Yuta: Mizuki-san, you misunderstood! That was--

(moments later)

Mizuki: It seems I have made a rather foolish mistake.

Yuta: I'm sorry I made you worry...

Yuta: But for Mizuki-san to be so concerned about me... I was a little surprised.

Mizuki: That's because you are an essential player for St. Rudolph. I couldn't possibly allow you to be taken away from us.

Yuta: ...! I will keep doing my very best!

Mizuki: I expect nothing less of you.

Yuta: Yes! Thank you!

---

Aren't they lovely?

St. Rudolph is forever my favourite school. I think it was their arc that made me really fall in love with the manga back then, short though it was. I'm really happy Yuta and Mizuki still get to stick around for U-17, even though they're probably only there for popularity reasons...

Oh, and their tenirabi content is a goldmine!

I love how Mizuki's mind immediately jumps to Yuta considering to leave St. Rudolph when that's probably never once crossed Yuta's mind. In my headcanon, it's because he's very acutely aware that he's wronged Yuta in the past and that Yuta would have every right to want to ditch him over it - and he probably never really properly apologised for any of it, either.

And then Mizuki's strategy that he comes up with is going to a place where they can be alone and bring cake? Uh, Mizuki, that's how you plan a date, not an employee retention meeting...!

But what Mizuki fails to see is that there's nothing there for Yuta at Seigaku at all. They already have 9 players in a sport that only needs 7. Even before Echizen Ryoma came along, there simply wasn't a place for Yuta at Seigaku. And even though things are better between him and his brother now, Yuta doesn't give the impression he's ready to spend his whole day around Syusuke yet again. Also, given that he often finds himself in a mediator role - whether with Mizuki and his brother or with his U-17 roommates - he probably wouldn't have been too happy to be stuck on a team with Momo and Kaido (although it would have been very interesting to watch!).

All in all, he's just a lot better off at St. Rudolph.

Oh well. Thank you for sticking around to read my tennis thoughts! And let me know yours if you have them!

[freakingoutthesquares]

Orange, Issue 3, May 1992:

Transcrption: PulpWiki

1992 sees Sheffield's wackiest band, Pulp, celebrating their tenth anniversary. In a recording career that's seen so many singles that Pulp themselves aren't totally sure what they've had released, there's only been one album - the excellent Freaks of 1987.

But, following on from the success of the two singles in '91 (My Legendary Girlfriend and Countdown), May 18th sees the release of O. U. She's Gone - a sublime piece of D.I.S.C.O. that's sure to have all the kids pogoing in delight, and rumours are spreading that the long awaited second album Seperations might follow soon after.

But aren't they afraid that, after all these years, they'll have passed their prime? Orange managed to catch up with Jarvis (vox/guitar/Oxfam junkie), Russell (guitar/violin/stares), Candida (keyboards/dresses) and Nick drums/eating) (Steve the bass player couldn't make it) to find out more.

J: No. As far as most people are concerned, we only started to exist last year. R: Most of the people that come to see us now have never heard anything before My Legendary Girlfriend, thank goodness! They don't know about our hideous past - we've been trying to keep it quiet, you know!

So what've Pulp been up to since the release of Countdown? R: A hectic schedule of staring into space. J: Vegetation. N: We went to France. R: We played a few concerts. J: We've just been getting some new material together. R: I suppose the main thing we've been doing is building up a following in London, really, because we only ever had a following in Sheffield.

What's been happening with the Seperations LP? Everyone expected it to be out last year, but it's still not out. Why's it taken so long? J: We want it to be really good. All this about things taking time is never anything to do with us, honestly. C: It's not our fault! N: It's the organisation around us. J: We'd like to have a record out every couple of months, but it never seems to work out that way. R: We recorded the unmixed album over two years ago and it was written a longtime before that, and it's just not been released yet. J: Which hurts!

So when is it due out then? C: We don't know much at the moment...this year hopefully! J: Yeah, it might, hopefully, be this year, if we're lucky - if we get it between the summer and the Christmas rush!

Tell us about the new single. J: It's great, isn't it! R: It's called O. U.. C: Ring up our manager and you'll hear it on the answer phone! R: It's mixed by the bloke who did Spiritualized... J : Ed Buller, who did a very good job and, er, yeah, it's good! R: It's radio-friendly, 'cos it's two minutes and fifty seconds long. N: ...compared to MLG where the actual singing didn't start 'til about three minutes into the song. This one, the songs over and done worth. R: This is shorter than the intro for MLG! More of a jingle than a song!

What's O.U. actually about then Jarvis? J: It's about a man faced with the decision of hearing his girlfriend leaving the house, leaving him and it's only eight o'clock in the morning and he has to decide whether he wants to stay in bed for an extra hour or get dressed and go and stop her from leaving him for ever. C: Oh, that's good!

And, dear readers, as soon as you hear this little gem of a single, you'll find that you have to agree with Candida. But if you can't wait 'til the May 18th release then make sure you're down at the Mill on May 11th and I'm sure that Pulp will play it for you - perhaps even twice, if you ask nicely. And if you can't wait 'til then, I suppose you could always give Pulp's manager a ring.

S.B.

[comfortablyselfloathing]

a little something i wrote at 3 am

for context, noel is my oc who is part of the strawhats. she was part of the group that went to zou first but chased after sanji on her own when bege took him. i could provide more details about her but i really wanted to post this somewhere first. she's 310 cm, just a few cms taller than jinbei. at this part of the story, she's been katakuri's prisoner for three days. the reason why she's not in jail is cause she had earned big mom's interest AND once did a jail break that caused chaos in komugi island. "why do u cover ur mouth when others are around." he stays silent, he wasnt just gonna show vulnerability to a stranger

"but youre fine showing it to me"

that, however, he can answer. "you dont seem to mind."

"fair enough" she says, mouth full of cookies before pausing to wash it down with tea. "but i don't see why anyone should."

if this was any day before this, he wouldn't even have thoughts of entertaining her questions but it's been three days since they've met. Whether he liked it or not, katakuri had already unconsciously figured out that she wasn't the villain he had initially judged her to be.

whether he trusted her or not, he wasn't sure but upon a little bit of pondering, he concluded that opening up to a stranger wouldn't be that bad. Especially when said stranger was an enemy who had no credibility for anyone in his community to believe in. "it's unusual. nobody around except for fishmen have a mouth like mine. not even my brothers."

"well yeah i have seen sharp teeth before but not mouth as wide as yours." she props herself on her elbows to lean forward as if trying to take a closer look. "and to think only you have it among fraternal triplets. it must be a rare phenotype."

instinctively, he scoots away from her gaze and he would've taken offense, if not for the sheer lack of malice in her voice. it was pure curiosity-- whether it be the sparkle in her eyes or the slight smile on her lips, he couldn't look away. as much as she was observing him, he couldn't help but observe her too.

"mind if i take a closer look?" he saw the question coming and yet surprise and dread still filled him as her words registered in his brain. "i wanna sketch it for future reference."

he must've made a face because her curiosity was quick to shift into concern.

"oh" she sheepishly smiles, "my bad, i guess i'm being too much.

and just after he had just resolved himself to open up to her— he seriously needs to have more self control. he was slacking off a lot today.

after closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he steeled himself enough for another shot.

"It's fine." He settles himself supine on the couch, head elevated by the armrest. "Go ahead."

"no, no, you dont have to—"

"this'll be the only chance I'll give you"

as if a dog who had been told to fetch the treat, she hurriedly scurries to kneel by his side. She was hovering over his face, too close for his comfort but he'd rather get it over with than complain.

"can i touch you?" her voice was mindfully more quiet than the usual, making his head buzz unusually in response.

"yes" he manages to answer in an almost incomprehensible grumble. at this point, he was having a difficult time keeping a linear trail of thought. it was impossible to when she was even worse up close. her eyes, her nose, her lips. just when he thought he had done his best to keep his feelings at bay, he found himself in a struggle to keep himself still under her extremely close gaze./

despite his overwhelming crisis, she unknowingly and professionally examines his mouth. making sure to check every nook and cranny, her hands naively settle on his jaw and cheeks, moving them to her own desire.

"your incisors are longer than the rest, does that hinder you in any way?" she looked up at him and realized that her question had gone unheard.

noel didn't know why but the moment her eyes met his dazed gaze, she forgot where she was. noel was a virgin but she wasn't an idiot. she's seen that look before. in movies, in bars, in parties. she's seen people give that look to anyone but her. as they should. she wasn't someone worthy of receiving such feelings and for a long time, she knew she wasn't gonna receive any of that at all.

want? love? lust? foreign yet familiar, the feeling unsettled her mind yet stirred her poorly fettered desires to burn like never before. her heart swelled in anticipation and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered in anxiety.

was she even right? isn't she just jumping into conclusions?

as if responding to her intensifying dilemma, her hand unconsciously caresses the line of his jaw causing his eyes flinch and narrow. he was always so nonchalant and yet, at this very moment— even as he wore his calm facade, she found her answer in his steely gaze.

"can i kiss you?" she finally breathes out.

[multif0rmed]

Wrong Side of Heaven - Chapter 8

Rating : T (mostly for Xehanort, really)

Summary : During that year Ventus had been apprentice underneath Xehanort. Follow both of them as they navigate throughout this time - as their relationship starts off strong and eventually deteriorates. Presented as snippets within the year ( far as I know it had been near a year in between the Magick Mirror encounter, and the dropping off ventus on Destiny Islands ; then very soon after that gets dropped off at Eraqus' )

Brings in Dark Road elements, along with BBS, because we've never gotten the mix for the two.

Will be posted here as well as on ArchiveOfOurOwn.

Index HERE.

Chapter 7 - HERE. Chapter 9 - HERE.

Chapter underneath the Read More.

Weeks passed by – and with each morning, the elder had doublechecked his sketchbook, flipping through the pages. So thin now. It felt limp within his fingers one morning, and he heaved out a sigh. All because he had to make sure he was prepared for the Fated Day – even if he knew it'd be months at this rate. Still, every little bit helped to keep Er –

No, I shouldn't even think his name.

The aftermath of his actions – burning away at what pages he had – had deeply hurt. The black-haired male would always find a way to stay within his Heart. Was it about that time to start accepting the circumstances ..? Fingers pushed away the sketchbook, as their owner figured it'd be yet another few days before he'd pick up any art again. His emotions .. He wished sometimes in times like this, he really could just lose himself completely to darkness. Become a darkling – forget all about his ambitions. Wander forever within the Realm of Darkness.

But that wouldn't solve anything, now would it?

A heavy sigh left the elder, as he watched the tired-looking blonde out of the corner of his eye come sluggishly into the kitchen. Eyes flitted with concern – thankful for a distraction. “Ven,'' he muttered softly, motioning towards the stove. Perhaps cooking would help drag the boy's mood out of the dump. It had been like that ever since the incident, even if Xehanort had insisted he had been fine. Still, it served a wonderful lesson about the volatile nature of Darkness – and so the old master couldn't be more thankful about it.

The boy looked up. “Oh, yeah, sure,'' he said in a small voice, feeling on edge. Who knew when his 'friend' would appear again? It almost did a few times as of recently during training. Guilt still readily surged within Ventus' Heart. He hated feeling this way; it was draining. But his Master nevertheless still kept up with their training – keeping it harsh too. Xehanort would just insist it served as a distraction – and in a way it did. But that didn't help the anxious dreams. Nor his friend.

Yellow watched carefully, as the boy started on their breakfast for the day.

“Are you still having those dreams?” The old man questioned coldly, having heard the confession from the boy in a training session the other week. The inquiry nearly made Ventus knock over the pan he had been buttering.

“U-Uhm,'' he started, hastily looking over his shoulder to the other for a moment. He hated being put on the spot, and especially when he was trying to do a meal for them. “Yeah.. just last night, actually ..”

“You need to stop being weak.”

There was a lump in the boy's throat. They had discussed this before.

“There is an aspect of 'strong' within you as well, Ven,'' Xehanort began to elaborate especially when he had sensed the boy's energy to be filled with worry. “However, you need to figure out something to stop these nightmares. Perhaps some strong herbal tea?” he suggested.

Ventus perked up a little. “Does this mean we can have ice cream?”

With things drawing closer, he hadn't taken the boy out as often. Would it hurt? Fingers drummed against the counter – already itching for his mechanical pencil. “Fine. Afterwards, we can pick up the tea, understood?”

Ventus nodded, now letting himself fall into the rhythm of his cooking.

Soon, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted upwards, swirling along the creases of the ceiling. “Andddd... done!” he exclaimed, pushing the food onto the individual plates at the table, before going over to the sink to drop the pan into the sink. He let some water splash onto the pan in an effort to let it cool off, before shutting off the stream. Happily, he went to his usual spot across from the elder and picked up his fork. He wiggled his fork into one of his eggs and scraped the white bit on the metal. He had been about to take the bite when he heard words tumble out of his Master's mouth.

“It's overcooked.”

Ventus' stomach twisted. “It's same as always, isn't it?”

Xehanort cut into his bit of egg, holding up the piece to show the other. “See? Darker part of the white there. This is part of dealing with Darkness, Ventus – being able to handle negative comments such as mine.” He set down his utensil. “You haven't improved much since starting to cook.”

Ventus' face fell, and he looked down at his plate. “Oh,'' he simply said, resigning now to push around his own food.

“For example, if we were grade it, I could give a 'C plus','' he said, still popping a bite into his mouth, regardless of the score he had given.

A flinch covered the boy's face. That was quite low – and the man before him expected far higher scores. He gave an uneasy smile. “Maybe, then, I can get it up to a 'B' soon.”

“An 'A' would be better, but yes, hopefully soon.” Not that it particularly matters. Eyes scanned the boy. ''Despite your mistake, we can still go for ice cream,'' he relented, as he shoved a bite into his mouth.

The boy nodded, pushing his food away. “I'm... going to go read a book,'' he mumbled, legs dropping off the chair down to the floor. A gloved hand stopped him.

“Have you been excused?”

He pulled a face, wordlessly shaking his head. “No,'' he eventually remarked. “May I be excused, Master?”

The old man dropped his arm. “You may.”

Hours passed, slogging by. It was surprisingly a quiet day – especially seeing as Xehanort had usually pushed for a mid-morning practice along with an afternoon one. Eyes blinked, flicking over to a clock nearby. As much as he appreciated a slower day, it was odd. So, fingers slipped away from the book's spine, and the book snapped shut. He had memorized the page number – 79 – before closing the vast world he had just been in, letting it fall abruptly quiet. Feet muffled against the carpets, as his head poked into each room available in his search for the old master. Nothing, nothing, and then – Oh. There he is.

Blinking, the boy carefully entered the room knocking onto the doorway. “Master Xehanort?”

The man simply stared at an easel – a blank expression on his face, not moving.

Ventus took a few steps inside, and called for his name yet again. And finally, he got a response of sorts. Yellow fell onto blue. But no words vibrated out of Xehanort's throat, as he simply looked back to the easel. The boy supposed it had been okay to go in further into the room. Everything looked orderly as usual, though the boy noticed some missing pieces of .. Oh, that one guy. He'd know the name if it were to be mentioned – knowing it at least started with an 'E'. His view got shown instant disappointment as he saw the blank canvas when he moved closer. Blonde bobbed as its owner gazed the other male.

“Still a block?”

The master didn't reply, instead only moving to get up, ;pushing himself off the stool. He went slowly across the room, and only when he had gotten closer to the doorway, did he turn halfway. “Coming?” He simply said, which pulled the boy away from staring at one of the pieces on the wall. So impressive.

Ventus hurried to catch up with the other, wondering if he could push the matter. He could share a lot with the Master, but why couldn't the other do the same?

He seems so closed off, sometimes.

And it definitely seemed like a very sore topic – whatever caused the art block.

“You know, you can open up with me when you need to, Master,'' he said, trying to offer a hand.

Cold hues fell onto the boy. “I appreciate the sentiment,'' he muttered, before starting to make his way carefully downstairs. One step at a time. He stopped however, looking over his shoulder, one eye on the other. “We're going to go out to get the ice cream now.”

Whatever dejection Ventus felt about the small conversation left him as a grin spread across his face.

The elder's vision lingered on the boy.

It looks and feels hollow. Soon, lad, things will be well for the worlds. I'm entrusting you to be able to handle it – the great responsibility that it will take.

Xehanort looked forward once more, continuing his descent. “We'll even go to your favorite Cafe,'' he continued along, which made the boy race downstairs, minding the elder. But he did stop at the bottom, gaze turning curiously up to the other. “Don't worry, I'm here until you can get down here safely.”

Xehanort nodded acknowledging the boy's kindness. The last step felt monumental, as he picked up his pace to brush past the boy, but he paused. A hand untangled itself from the other to rest a hand onto the boy's head. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome!' The boy exclaimed, before racing forward to grab the door. Once Xehanort slipped on his boots, they were outside with the boy closing the door gently. The scent of roses and other flowers hit his nose, and he sniffed big. “That smells so nice,'' he complimented, bending down to sniff at a white flower.

“It is, isn't it?”

Such a beautiful day – with nothing that could seemingly disturb it. People laughed and conversed nearby, as the two made their way down the street, several scents catching Ventus' nose. Several reminders of the boy to stay close had to be ensued out, but the boy would always come.

“Sorry, Master --”

A yell suddenly pierced the air. It caused both of them to turn – seeing as it had been nearby.

“Strange black things! Run!” Came a demand, as the owner shoved his way past Xehanort, nearly causing him to fall over, but luckily the old man had been able to shoot out an arm to stabilize himself. A scowl built up onto his face towards the disappearing male, before turning his head. Eyes widened. “Heartless? Here?” It had been exceedingly rare – especially anything past the woods for the creatures to appear.

“Is anyone injured?” Ventus suddenly wondered, rushing forward as he summoned his keyblade. Xehanort followed suit, allowing No Name to flash into his grip.

“They took Jerry and Amanda!” Someone yelled, all but confirming Ventus' worst fear in that moment. It made the boy's Heart twist – and he dived right into battle.

“Don't worry! We've got it!” He tried to scream above the chaos. Left and right, the shadowy blobs bubbled into existence, trying to overtake the boy. But he still managed to do a decent enough job – but he grinded to a halt when he saw a couple of bigger ones. “Whoa,'' he whispered, blue in shock. He had only read about those from the limited amount of books he had been allowed to read in terms of keyblade wielding topics. Nearby, Xdehanort just slashed through a couple of medium-sized Heartless, but he had stopped too when he spotted them.

“You know what you can try to attempt, lad, right..” he trailed off softly, knowing it had been a tricky subject to mention.

Blonde eyebrows ticked down. “What?” Initial confusion.

“Your nearly acquired skill of your … friend.”

Vventus paled, shaking his head vehemently. “N-No, I can't. It's .. it could harm someone.”

“Are you weak, or strong, Ventus?”

Ventus swallowed. “Strong. Of course.”

“Then do it. If something happens to me, we'll deal with it. I will be fine, lad – repeat in your mind of what is your target.”

“The big heartless,” the boy muttered, sliding his eyes closed.

The big Heartless.

The big Heartless.

The big Heartless … Hey, are you there?

Never thought you'd talk again. Yes, I am.

Can you help me? And behave this time?

Behave? I merely act.

N-No, you can't. I won't let you hurt someone I care about again ..

Hm.

The boy suddenly felt a shift, getting shoved out of the driver's seat so to speak. And it seemed like a blur as his body moved towards the big black blob within the environment. The movements were fast, as a foreign laughter spilled from Ventus' lips. The Heartless cried out, before bursting apart in one swift movement, making the boy pant hard as he stood there.

You did it that fast?

No reply, as the world swam around him. He used the buildings around him to try to get the second Heartless, but that's when Ventus pulled hard on his body, causing it stumble.

No, don't .. let me...

“Lad!” A voice cut into the air, and Xehanort rushed forward, barely being able to catch the boy from falling. He slammed his back into the wall behind him, as he held Ventus within his grip, holding him close. “You --” Right. The other half of Ventus. “Ven's friend,'' he said, forcing his voice to remain steady despite the events around him, letting it change into the more usual cold tone.

Ventus grinned, eyes glowing brightly. “Hey, old man.. Nice catch.” He reached for Xehanort's chest, but his movements slowed. Eyelids were heavy. “I... N-No.. It's not time yet!” The dark half protested, eyes flickering. “I'll harm --” Then out like a light.

A sigh flowed out of the elder. That had been close.

It's very unstable... What will we do..?

..Perhaps it's finally time to tell him, the last thought spiraling within his mind before he looked elsewhere towards that second giant Heartless.

Hmph.

He wormed out from underneath Ventus, setting him up against the wall, but without a flinch. The pain – not unfamiliar, but it felt sharp from saving the boy's life.

“Children ...” he whispered, before letting his keyblade shimmer back into existence.

I can worry about him afterwards.