#gonna have to stare at a wall for two days to recover from this

[burningcomputerpersona]

i just watched I Saw The Tv Glow and now i am in shambles

[partycatty]

i was sent an incredibly delicious prompt to use, and i just can't resist it omg. requester wanted to be anonymous, but just know i appreciate u! i won't lie, i ran into so many blocks trying to get this out. writing is hard :( i ended up taking a couple creative liberties anon i hope that's okay

bi-han > new tricks

johnny cage's girlfriend catches him cheating, so she tries to get back at him using bi-han. it's all fun and games, until something new starts to blossom.

warnings: u get cheated on, THIS IS NSFW, author struggles to write johnny in a bad light bc of their favoritism /j, accidental bottom bi-han

notes: i'm rubbing my hands together like a little fly rn, also bi-han's betrayal doesn't happen in this case, also also yes i made a gif of johnny getting his shit rocked for this fic thumbnail

masterlist <3

PART 2 !!!!

•you and johnny got together following the end of the storyline's events. he charmed you to holy hell and back with those dumb sunglasses and pickup lines at the academy. he was a sweetheart at first, love-bombing you endlessly until you accepted his thirtieth relationship proposal. deciding to stop dragging him along like a lost puppy, you finally said yes, and off you went to date a movie star!

•the change from being nobody to somebody was JARRING. suddenly, cameras were up your ass all the time, and you caught yourself staring out of your apartment window on multiple occasions to see people scurry away when they're spotted.

•even so, you can't lie. the parties that celebrities hold rival outworld's temptations. especially if johnny is hosting. despite downsizing from his mega mansion, his new home was still expansive enough to hold a large number of people. and boy did he take advantage of the space.

•everyone was a few drinks deep, you yourself were a little buzzed but with the intention of loosening up and socializing. johnny however, seems to have other intentions.

•johnny is canonically a recovering alcoholic. he'd indulge in a girly drink every now and then, maybe some whiskey on a really shitty day. but today, he must have combined the two flavors of vice and was now fitting his clothed dick into some random C-list actress's ass, grinding to the music. his sunglasses sloppily clung onto his nose and his face was flushed. drunk or not, he was dry humping some random broad at his own damn party, with you only a few feet away.

•you want to scream so bad, to tear her bleached blonde hair to the ground and beat her, and then johnny. but all you can do is stand there horrified, that is, until johnny looks up from his buried face in her neck and makes eye contact with you, eyes wide.

•"babe — goddamnit — babe!" johnny slurs out, holding your arms tight on his balcony. "it's not... fuck. it's just fun! it's a party! lighten up!"

•after a drunken back and forth, johnny eventually throws his hands in the air and tells you to fuck off because he can find better at that very party. although you heavily disagreed, the conversation abruptly ended when you slurred something back along the lines of "you want some other bitch? have 'em then!" officially ending your relationship and storming out of the party.

•the following few days were rough on your heart, and majority of the time your bed was occupied and loud sobs echoed across your walls. you could've had it all, dammit, and this dickhead just threw you away like nothing! he thinks he can just score any woman he wants, whenever he wants. even if he learned his lesson from cris, his playboy attitude runs in his veins. it's not something he's gonna shake easily, and you were a victim to his unchanging behavior.

•back to living with nothing, you decided to retreat to the one place you knew you were wanted; the lin kuei compound. bi-han, kuai liang and tomas respected your strength when it came to fighting against evil and welcomed you like their own.

•after about three days of living on the lin kuei's land, you check social media. you went ghost online after the breakup since the paparazzi and article rats were prowling the internet (and your home) for details about your breakup with the A-Lister. checking social media proved to be a stupid move, because almost instantly your feed was flooding with photos and videos of your ex-boyfriend partying on yachts and posing with models. he's really out here posting like he's not damaged in the slightest, but literally everyone and their mother can read the post a little deeper and see he's compensating for losing you. you were mature, well-spoken, and well respected, and he was still trying to get his shit together after everything that happened. you were just another crack in his shittily held together glass. and it was time to get back at him.

•it starts off innocently enough, you snap quick photos of the grandmaster when he's not looking, showing only his veiny arms and a hint of his blue uniform. you'd post it to your story to pretend to soft launch this new "boyfriend," linking a romantic song to the post and letting people run wild. this proved effective immediately, as you noticed that "UgotCAGEd" with the little verified mark would view your story almost the exact moment it'd go up. you knew that he knew exactly who was in the photo, and it just had to have been driving him up a wall. he even tried to combat this by posting more and more, each setting getting more lavish and sexy than the last. if anything, johnny was a chronic 1-upper. but you couldn't just post blurry pictures of bi-han forever. this needed to cut deep.

•and you were going to play this stupid game, because if he goes low, you go in the TRENCHES.

•"grandmaster sub-zero, i-i have a favor to ask you," you politely ask, bowing once before smiling up at bi-han. "i have a plan. a... ridiculous one. but it needs your help."

•"you want us to fake partnership?" bi-han asks you, trying to summarize your lengthy explanation. "go ask kuai liang. or tomas. they need something to do these days, with shang tsung imprisoned. i'm busy."

•"it can't be them, it has to be you," you respectfully protest, putting your hands in a prayer position to beg for his help. "johnny is... jealous of you. it would be most effective. and i'll be forever in your debt." bi-han's eyes momentarily widen at your insistence. your desperation for his help caught him a little off guard.

•it's true. johnny was jealous ever since he got his shit kicked in when they first met. they were never really huge fans of each other since then. standing in front of him now, it's easy to understand how bi-han was so superior. his emotions never took control, he was a powerful leader for his clan, and his furrowed brows and gravely voice rumbled inside of your chest... jesus, now that you're getting a good look, he's actually pretty hot. oh, no.

•"this is ridiculous," bi-han groans, trying to angle himself just right in the selfie. he stands behind you, hand wrapped around your neck as you try to angle the photo just right to where it only gives a tease of his face in the mirror's reflection. "how long does one photo take?"

•"it has to be perfect," you reply, eyes focused on your phone as you wiggle it in different directions to get the best possible view. "crouch down a little more, so more of your jawline shows."

•he leans down, and his breath fans across your neck and ear as he sighs in frustration. you can't deny the little tingle it made you feel inside. but hey, anyone would be nervous if a brick wall like bi-han was in breathing vicinity...

•you snap the photo, seemingly satisfied but now fighting a flustered expression. when you look it over, you realize no, this isn't enough. johnny would leak his own sex tape with a model to beat you at this stupid game, and while you weren't necessarily ready to start blowing the ninja, you knew you needed to get one step ahead.

•"can we take... one more?" you ask sheepishly, already trying to put into words what exactly you're going to ask from this expressionless man.

•"only if it's quick," he replies with a frown, crossing his arms.

•you take a deep breath, spinning to face him and nearly chest to chest from the tightness of the small bedroom you were given.

•pointing to your bed, bi-han almost instantly understands. his lips turn into a thin line as his cheeks are brushed with warmth, warmth that he tries to conceal from you with his hand as he rubs his face.

•he sits himself on the bed, propped up on his elbows with a knowing look in his eye. it's difficult to maintain eye contact as you crawl onto the edge of the bed, hesitant to do what you wanted. for a moment, you want to pull away and trash your entire plan. there's no way you were about to climb up and sit on a ninja grandmaster's lap as revenge against your movie star ex. how in the genuine hell did you end up in this situation??

•"come on, woman," bi-han grumbles, sitting up for a moment to abruptly wrap his hands around your hips and pulling you to sit atop his lap. you tense up, realizing you're now straddling him... and lowkey, he looks good under you. he also just manhandled you. hm. curious.

•you try to shift yourself to comfortably rest on his hips before seeming satisfied with the position. shakily, you reach up to snap a selfie, one that conceals his face but shows you sticking your tongue out and flipping the bird.

•and then you felt it.

•at first, it went unnoticed due to your nerves about the uncharacteristic closeness. but, once you settled to snap the photo, you realized that... bi-han was rock fucking hard underneath you. you weren't sure if you should acknowledge it, but regardless, it felt so perfectly sized against your clothed folds, and you make your interest unintentionally obvious when you let out a nervous whimper. bi-han's eyes remained trained onto yours with a hint of hunger in his low-lidded gaze. even though he wanted to initially hide the boner, it was now abundantly obvious and he felt a surge of confidence gauging your reaction. the hands that rested on your hips tightened, his cold fingers digging into your flesh.

•"you feel that?" he grumbles out, his body feeling suddenly incredibly hot against yours. you swallow and nod. as you do, his firm grip starts to rock your hips back and forth against his cock, the friction of the fabric dividing you two sending you wild already. "whose is bigger?"

•"...yours," you answer breathlessly, allowing yourself to be controlled by the cryomancer's hands. your confession was true, too. johnny's dick was long and lean, but bi-han's.... lord. it felt thick. even through layers of clothes it felt like it could tear you down the middle if he pounded hard enough. a new part of you wanted to find out.

•with a sudden haste, bi-han hikes up your skirt and top, holding the clothes bunched around your waist as he abruptly gives you even closer contact to his cock. you could feel it twitch and throb, and every part of you wanted to sink it into your throat to see how well it hugs your mouth's fleshy walls. his hands crawl underneath the bunched up clothes and settle on your hips, this time directly gripping the plush of them.

•a shiver shot down your spine, both with sudden arousal and the frosty trails on your body from his fingertips. even if he wouldn't admit it, he was just as excited as you were. he let out a low growl feeling your pussy leak through your panties and dampen his dick.

•"i hated the way he looked at you," he'd grumble, eyes fixated on the friction he was creating by manhandling your frame to grind against his. "wanted you all to myself — ngh —"

•you wanted so badly to stop and unpack that wild, sudden confession, but you were already fiending for his popsicle like a motherfucker. through your hazy vision, you see bi-han lock eyes with you, a devilish glint present. he reaches between the two of you and palms himself while you try to relieve the pressure on your clit using the back of his hand.

•finally fed up with the foreplay, bi-han pushes you off of him, making you elevate your body on your knees. he tugs his shirt up and his pants down. his member springs free from the tight constraints, and lord help us all, it's as long and thick as it felt through the pants.

•"you wish to get back at that pompous wannabe?" he asks, voice dangerously husky. "get to it then." obeying like a dog, you settle between his parted legs. still holding his dick, he slaps it against your cheek expectantly.

•the tension, the hunger, and the high emotions overtook your strength to remain proper in front of the grandmaster as you eagerly licked at the base of his shaft, trailing kisses all the way to the warm tip. once you feel properly sure of his size, you slowly but surely sink him into your mouth, barely able to get his dick deep enough without causing a strain on your jaw muscles. bi-han tries to keep his arousal under wraps, but when he feels you hollow out your cheeks to give him the greatest pleasure possible, he lets out a little whine of surprise, though it still sounds more animalistic due to his grumbly voice.

•you hold this position for a moment, letting your warmth completely encapsulate his freezing body. you were starting to see stars in the corner of your eyes before bi-han harshly pulls you up by your hair, making you sputter for breath. a thin trail of saliva follows your lips as he raises your head.

•"wait," he commands breathlessly, fumbling with his other hand to find your phone that was discarded onto the mattress. when he does find it, he struggles even more, mind blank from horniness and also his unfamiliarity with smart devices. you chuckle to yourself, climbing back up to his chest and weaving your way between his arms to show him how to record a video. when it's finally figured out, you crawl back down to where you were and grab his cock with a full hand, stroking it lazily. he winces.

•"sensitive already?" you ask in a low tone, giggling to yourself. bi-han didn't have much time to relieve his sexual desires, so it's no wonder that the slightest bit of head nearly sends this man flying to the moon. "i expected more from you, grandmaster—"

•"—shut the fuck up," he replies sternly, not finding your teasing all too funny. "i'll silence that whore mouth."

•woah

•and with that, he holds the phone up, angled downward at you as you angle your lips on his tip again. he grabs the fistful of your hair and sinks you down once more, this time holding you in place. you barely had time to get some air in before getting your throat thoroughly plugged. you put your hands on his thighs to ensure you'd stay upright, but always sure to look at the camera as you gag and drool.

•"that's more like it," he'll purr, pushing your hair from your face as he holds you still. he then directs his voice to the camera. "how about that, cage? taught your dog some new tricks. i'd say she's exceeding expectations."

•when he finally lets you breathe, you only get a couple gasps before willingly taking his cock again, this time bobbing rhythmically. bi-han, as a ninja, is incredibly good at staying silent, so all he can do is let out occasional exhales and sharp intakes of breath as you suck him off.

•you're sure to put on more of a show than usual for the video, looking into the camera with a sultry smile even with your lips stretched out to accommodate for his giant dick. you've got an expression that says "fuck you."

•when bi-han has enough of your pace, he starts to buck his hips into your throat, creating a nasty gargling sound in the back of your head that would be otherwise nauseating. you're surprised he's not ripping the hair straight from your scalp as he death grips a fistful. frosty hands grip the sheets, solidifying them with a thin sheet of ice as he nears the edge. his body can't decide between lurching forward and arching back as you make him cum.

•he's a silent orgasm-haver. bi-han bites down hard on his lower lip as he releases, clenching his eyes shut and knitting his brows together. and boy, does he love to ride the high of fucking your face. he loves it even more knowing he'll have an audience.

•he wanted to cum into your mouth so badly, but even he knew better. he had to make the money shot something memorable. cum painted your face beautifully, dripping down your cheeks and catching in your eyebrows. there was even a thick streak starting from your hairline. with no time to ever do this himself, his jizz accumulated within him for quite some time, now soaking your entire face.

•bi-han stops the video, but only to snap photos of your messied, flushed face. gripping your cheeks to hold you in place, he's sure to make sure every drop of cum is within camera shot as he catches his breath.

•you swipe a glob of his load from your forehead and stick your finger in your mouth, tasting his arousal for you with a smirk.

•"definitely sending that to him," you giggle as he tucks his dick back into his pants. "i'm in your debt, bi-han." normally, he would've protested the use of his first name from an associate of liu kang, but he was too high from his orgasm to really give a shit. instead, he grumbles a small "mhm," and nods, fighting a little smirk himself.

•he stands up and grabs a loose towel, holding up your face more sweetly this time as he wipes you clean. the gesture was oddly soothing. he seemed like a pump and dump kind of man, and he probably is! but you're touching a sweet spot he didn't know he even had. even so, he's silent, never once communicating this and instead expressing it through the minor gesture.

•a relationship doesn't quite blossom yet, but the sexual tension between you two is now incredibly obvious to the lin kuei. his gaze lingers, as does yours. the touches during training last a moment longer. your silly little plan of making johnny angry seemed to have blossomed a new... situationship? we'll unpack that some other time.

•the following morning, your phone rings. it's johnny.

•"DID YOU BLOW THE FUCKING ICE NINJA?!"

[my-my-my]

Hiiiii! I hope you’re doing well! I’ve a very interesting idea with Aizen. What about body swapping? Can you write about the body swap between s/o and Aizen for one day? I wanna see Aizen's reaction 😂

Oh what a fun idea!! I received a similar ask to this one, so I'll be answering both. I wasn't sure anon(s) if you wanted me to do this in Soul Society or as an AU, so this is gonna be set during his Lieutenant days!

TW: body swapping, some mentions of female genetalia/body parts, references to some NSFW activities

Sosuke awoke to the sounds of birds singing and cicadas chirping. He felt unusually sticky, sweaty and sore, especially his lower body. He rubbed his face awake, and peered over to your side of the bed… which was the wall? Odd, you two never changed sleeping positions.

Sosuke got himself up to turn around, feeling a bit weaker than normal, and the soreness increasing 10-fold. He winced in pain, then his eyes widened in shock.

What was he doing on the other side of the bed!?!

He looked in horror as his eye traveled down your body, your breasts were covered from his bite marks from last night, the stickiness was from the mix of his and your cum from last night. Sosuke was wide awake now.

He grabbed his shoulder, hoping that it was you in his body and not someone else.

“Sosuke – give me five more minutes” you mumbled in his voice, which startled you awake. “Why does my voice –“

“Listen to me.” Sosuke spoke through your body. You jolted up in his.

“Sosuke – I – how did this happen?”

“I’m not sure, but we don’t have time to spare. I need to investigate this to make sure it isn’t permanent.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how much he sounded like himself in your voice. “What are you laughing about?” Sosuke asked, curiously.

“Oh nothing, it’s just weird to hear myself speak like you do.”

“What is that supposed to mean? No matter, you need to visit Hirako’s office immediately. He’ll become suspicious if I’m not early.”

You sighed, “ok, ok. But promise me you won’t do anything weird to my body!” as you got yourself ready for the day. It was strange to see Sosuke help you with his uniform, even still, his uniform looked a bit odd on you. It wasn’t as put-together as it usually was on him.

Sosuke sighed as he looked at the time, “you need to leave now.” He drawled, pushing you out the door, he winced as his body’s soreness reappeared. “Are you always this sore?”

“Sosuke, you were… how should I say, especially skillful last night”, blushing, avoiding his eye contact. “Sometimes my body takes a day or two to recover from our fun.”

Sosuke, well you, were giving a confused, yet serious look on your (his?) face. It was weird to see your face look so serious, but no matter. You sprinted to Captain Hirako’s office.

“Oi Sosuke, you’re late!”

“I’m sorry captain, for once in my life, I thought I could sleep in.” You sheepishly admitted. Captain Hirako narrowed his eyes, then relaxed, pushing the paperwork that needed to be completed today.

Outside of Rukongai, Sosuke entered his lab. He entrusted no one with its location, not even you. But if he is successful in finding a solution today, that may change.

Sosuke disrobed the clothes you chose to wear and inspected your body through the mirror. He was impressed with his “work” on you last night, admiring the bite and teeth marks covering your body.

He watched in amazement as your nipples hardened as he gently brushed your hands over your chest. He could feel your core tighten, from what he suspected was from arousal.

Sosuke knew what you enjoyed, and brushed your clit, forcing a moan out your body. It startled Sosuke how aroused he was to hear your voice so loud and clear. He pushed one of your fingers inside you, admiring how small your hand was. Did you pleasure yourself like this when he wasn’t around?

One finger was followed by another, before he had three of your fingers inside you. Your body couldn’t take it anymore and Sosuke felt sensitive and sore. He stared at your body in the mirror again, admiring how beautiful you were post-orgasm.

But he had no time – he hurriedly put back your clothes on and pulled out old textbooks and scrolls.

Elsewhere, Captain Hirako stared at you intently. You could feel his beady eyes watch your every move. Out of nervousness, you gulped, “Captain Hirako, is everything alright?”

“Ya seem a bit different today, Sosuke. Maybe sleepin’ in does wonders for your stick-in-the-mud personality.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that comment, you knew Sosuke was a bit strict with his captain. Shinji raised an eyebrow to your reaction.

“Well” you laughed, then coughed, trying to be more “Lieutenant Aizen”-like, “if you were as serious, maybe I could relax a bit. One of us must be stern with the squad.” You explained to him.

Shinji narrowed his eyes in suspicion but said nothing of it… if Shinji were completely honest, this “Sosuke” was different, but in a good way.

“Ya know Sosuke, why don’t we have a drink tonight. It’s not often we have drinks together.”

You scratched the back of Sosuke’s head out of nervousness, a tick you carried through from your own body. “Maybe not tonight Captain, I’m a bit sore today from training with the other squad members. Lets have a drink tomorrow. It’ll be my treat.”

“Ya promise, Sosuke?”

You shook Shinji’s hand, which shocked him – something was definitely different.

“Get outta here you weirdo!” Shinji admonished, “go home and rest up, we’re gonna ransack the pubs tomorrow.” You gave a sheepish smile and excused yourself.

Running back to Sosuke’s quarters, you were met with Sosuke in your body. A large, sly grin appeared on your face. Sosuke dragged you, in his body, to the bedroom and pushed you to the futon below. He began to recite the spell and you began to close your eyes at the intensity, you felt your soul being dragged out of Sosuke’s body. The two of you let out a scream, then complete silence.

As you awoke, you saw Sosuke’s face – wide awake and smirking at you.

“You fixed it Sosuke!"

Sosuke pulled you closer – “yes, but it was nice to have you for a day...” his eyes roaming over you body.

You huffed at him, poking him hard in the chest. “I told you no funny business in my body!” You tried your best to give him a stern glare.

“No funny business, not to my favourite test subject.” He murmured into your hair. “Your voice made such beautiful sounds yesterday… sounds I want to hear again.”

But you were so sore, whatever Sosuke did with your body yesterday, you were sure you needed rest form. “Sosuke, how about.. tomorrow… - oh wait, I promised Captain Hirako drinks.”

“You’re spending time with my captain?” Aizen lowered his voice, his eyes narrowing in jealousy.

“Oh… not me… you.”

“What?”

“… um… tomorrow, have fun with Captain Hirako! I agreed to go drinking with him in your body…” You nervously laughed.

Sosuke grabbed your wrists and pinned you down, “Really? Is that so?” Aizen stared at you with slight anger, then mischief flashed in his eyes. “I think you need to be punished tonight then.”

Oh boy you thought to yourself, “just go easy on me” you pleaded.

“Easy? On you?” Aizen chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “never.”

This was fun haha! Thank you for such a fun idea. It's been so long since I wrote anything Aizen, so thanks again!

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Words of Wisdom

Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Synopsis: After years of having feelings for your lieutenant, Soap convices you to confess how you feel.

Warnings: none

You and the 141 had just gotten back from a rather tough mission. The mission itself was a success, but you had seen things within the intel you recovered you wish you could unsee. You were investigating a gang that was notorious for killing and torturing perceived enemies. The things on the tapes you recovered showed just how much pleasure the members took when doing such things. 

The boys had seemed rather undisturbed by the images, or rather they hid their emotions better than you had. You were shaken to the core, and silent on the plane ride home. The boys had tried their best to comfort you, to no avail. 

It was a few days later when Soap had approached you with the idea of joining him and the team at the local bar. Figuring it would be a great way to let off some steam, you obliged. 

You and Soap were sitting at a table at the local bar, watching Price, Gaz, and Ghost take turns at darts. You found your eyes lingering on Ghost. You had grown quite fond of the man since you two had started working together. The two of you just "clicked." Often finding yourselves in each other's company and enjoying each other's humor. You'd daresay the two of you were good friends.

"You know, you should just tell L.T. how you feel. Might be more effective than making googly eyes at him all the time." Soap chided, grinning from ear to ear as he finished off his beer. The Scotsman knew of your feelings for Ghost and had for some time. He swore to keep the information to himself, but that didn't mean he wouldn't nudge you from time to time to spill the beans to the masked man.

"I can't." You groaned, throwing your head in your hands. "Not only is it not ethical, as he's my lieutenant, but what if he rejects me? Johnny, I don't know how we'd come back from that."

"Never know until you try Lassie. Who knows, he may return your feelings." 

"I don't know." You huffed.

"Look, all I'm saying is what's the harm in putting yourself out there. The two of you deserve to be happy. Worst case, if he happens to reject you, I doubt he'd treat you any different. Man can be an arse, but it's clear he has some sort of soft spot for you." Soap said as he squeezed your shoulder gently. 

"I just think maybe he feels like he doesn't deserve anyone to care about him. He barely lets us get close to him as is. It's taken me years to get a fraction of the walls he has up, down." 

"True, I think possibly he just doesn't know how not to be "Ghost." Soap smiled sadly. "Maybe he needs someone to show him how to be himself again, in a way a friend can't."

You chuckled slightly, "Who knew you had so much wisdom in you, Johnny? Perhaps I should get you some more beers. Who knows what other words of wisdom the great Soap McTavish has in store."

"Oh you have no idea." Soap laughed. 

"I'm gonna go grab some air, I'll be back." You said, standing up to stretch. The air had gotten too stuffy, and you knew if you stared at Ghost any longer it would become too obvious. 

You made your way past the rowdy patrons of the bar, toward the steps for the roof access. As you opened the door the gust of cold wind hit your face, making you shiver.

You stared out into the night sky, watching your breath evaporate into the cold air. You stood there for a while, letting your thoughts wander, distracting yourself to the point you didn't hear the door open and shut behind you.

"Bloody freezing out here." You turned at the voice and saw Ghost walking toward you, rubbing his hands together. His usual skull mask was replaced with a simple black balaclava while donning a loose black hoodie and jeans. 

"That it is. Feels nice, though. That bar was stuffy as hell." You chuckled. 

Ghost said nothing in reply, just nodded his head as he came to stand next to you. 

The two of you stood in silence for a short while before he spoke up. "Wanted to make sure you were okay. Still seem pretty shaken up after that mission."

"Yeah, I'm good. Was a rough one, so I had a few drinks to shake it off." You stated plainly, picking at the chipped paint of the roof's railing. "Just was weighing on my mind more than I should've let it."

"You seem to have more on your mind than just the mission, Sergeant. You've been quiet tonight." Simon's gaze on you was intense. You could feel it burning into the side of your head.

"Alcohol has a tendency to run my brain a mile a minute. Came up here to try and quiet out my thoughts." You admitted, turning to meet his gaze. As your eyes met, you could see his expression soften. "And you? Doing okay?"

"Another day on the job." He grunted in response. "I'm willing to provide an ear if you need someone to talk to. Not always the best at advice, but my ears work wonders."

You found yourself staring at each other for a few moments. His expression still softened from before. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the look he held in his eyes, but you found yourself growing confident, so you decided to go for it. You would go crazy if it had gone on any longer without him knowing. 

"Can I speak freely then? And not to my lieutenant, to Simon."

"Course?" Simon looked perplexed at your request, but waited for you to continue. To say he was nervous about what you were going to say was an understatement.

"I want you to know that I see you. I really see you." You started nervously. There was no turning back now for you. Thinking of the words Johnny had said, you knew what you wanted to say. The question was, how would Simon take it? 

"Pardon?" Simon was even more perplexed at this.

"What I mean is… you have this facade that you carry around, making people believe that you're just some cold, distant man. I see through that. I see past Ghost, and I see Simon. Someone who is so worthy of being loved and cared for, someone who deserves happiness. I worry that perhaps you lost sight of him. I just want you to know that even though you may not see yourself as worthy, I do." 

Simon tensed at your words as they replayed over and over in his head. What exactly was it that you were trying to tell him? You were right, though, he didn't see himself as worthy of anything. After all he's lost in his life, he doesn't think he deserves having anyone close to him. 

Sensing his internal struggle, you continued. "I'm trying, poorly, to tell you that I care for you more than just as a friend. I have for a while. I was always too nervous to tell you because I didn't know how you'd react. And, frankly, I didn't want to lose you as a friend. I'd rather have that than not have you in my life at all." Your confidence was starting to falter. You knew he may not have much to say in reply, but you weren't expecting total silence. 

Simon only continued to stare at you, his dark eyes scanning your face, betraying none of the emotions he was actually feeling inside. He did care for you as more than just a friend. He's loved you for years, but believed he never deserved to have you like that. He had always been okay just being friends, as that's all he thought he deserved. There were so many things he wanted to say, but no words could convey what he was thinking, and all he could do was watch as your face fell. 

"I um. I'm sorry. Perhaps that was highly inappropriate of me. I shouldn't have said anything. We can just forget this happened, yeah? I'll catch you in the morning, sir." You whispered out, your emotions now hitting you like a truck. You didn't want to cry in front of Simon and make an even bigger fool of yourself. You wished you hadn't said anything, fearing now that things would never be the same for the two of you. 

You turned to start walking toward the door when his voice grabbed your attention. "Y/N."

You turned back to look at him, only to see that he had removed his balaclava. You'd never seen him without his mask before, and you couldn't help the small gasp that emitted from your mouth. 

You walked slowly toward him, admiring his features. His eyes were even more vibrant without the hindrance of his mask. You could see the freckles dusting his skin and the redness in his cheeks from the cold. To you, he was the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on. 

Simon remained still, his eyes watching your reactions carefully. He was nervous how you'd react to seeing his face, but he figured this gesture was the only way he could show you how he felt.

A small smile was growing on your lips as you reached your hand out slowly toward his face, waiting for a sign from him that it was okay to touch him. He gave you a curt nod, so you placed your hand softly on the side of his cheek. His skin was warm and softer than you had expected. He closed his eyes at your touch and leaned into your palm slightly. 

"You are so handsome, Simon Riley." You breathed, stroking his cheek lightly. 

He opened his eyes at your words and looked down at you. You had both stood there staring intently at one another until Simon leaned forward to place his lips on yours. You sighed at the contact, pressing yourself into him further as you reciprocated the kiss.

He pulled away moments later with a hint of a smile on his face. "What do you say I take you back to base, make you a cup of tea? Too bloody cold out here."

"After you, sir." You beamed up at him, your cheeks now burning red from not only the cold but from Simon's kiss. 

He took your hand before placing his balaclava back on, and led you back down to the exit of the bar. As you passed Soap, you could see him wink at you, while throwing you a thumbs up. 

~~~~

A/N: I'm not sure if I wanted to turn this into a smutty part two as well or just leave as is. Hope you all enjoyed it!

[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 18

Summary: Cooper comforts you after the two of you leave Vault 3. There isn't anything he can do to take your memories of that place away, but he sure as hell could try.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings: Not many? Hurt/Comfort. Cooper does his best. Drug use and sexual assault are mentioned. Lots of cuddles and crying.

Masterlist

You don't remember how you got out of the Vault, and you don't care to recall how either. You lay in bed in your room at the Atomic Wrangler for three days, recovering from the copious amount of chems that the fiends have shoved into your system. Julie Farkus had told Cooper that she was lucky to be alive and that most women didn't have someone that could save them like he had for you.

Cooper had grit his teeth, lips pulled in a nasty sneer, and told the good doctor that it'd almost been too late, but he was just glad that Julie could help him. Today was the first time that you felt up to more than just sleeping, and the ghoul made sure to be by your side. You sat up, back pressed against the wall, and played with the plate of food in your lap.

"You gonna eat, smoothskin?" He asks and shifts his weight in the stool beside your bed. Cooper's been here for the better part of those three days, only leaving for necessary reasons and never for long. The bounty hunter is dressed down, only his jeans and button-up and boots, and you finally look at him.

You clear your throat, lips pulled in a harsh frown. "Yeah, I will."

Cooper doesn't like the tone you use and sits forward, elbows on his knees, and he stares you down, "Do I need to feed you?"

You scoff at the vauge threat and pierce a piece of steak before popping the morsel in your mouth and slowly chew it. You eye Cooper then swallow, "Happy?"

The ghoul narrows his amber eyes, "Not yet."

He watches your lips purse and look away from him, shoulders slumping and hands going limp. He doesn't expect to see tears growing in your eyes or to watch the way you fold into yourself, lips trembling as a broken apology spills from between your lips.

Cooper rises and takes the plate away from you, setting it to the side so that he can crawl into the bed with you. He sits against the headboard and pulls you back so that you rest between his legs against his chest. You don't bother fighting against him and simply cry a little harder when his hands rub soothing motions across your back.

"Wanna talk about it yet?" Cooper offers quietly. You've not said shit to him about your time in Vault 3. He understood the big picture when he'd arrived down there. His smoothskin had been treated worse than a fucking dog, drugged up and left to wallow in your own filth.

You shake your head. You don't understand how Cooper even wants to touch you right now. You feel disgusting, and the phantom feel of the fiends' hands still haunt you at every second of the day. You want another shower, but hot water was a precious commodity.

"Stop apologizing," Cooper rumbles after a moment, and you snap your mouth shut, unaware that you'd just said everything out loud. His arms tighten around you, and you bask in the strength of the hard planes of his body.

"Nothing those bastards did to you could make me love you any less."

His words only make you sob harder, but you can't help but feel relief at them. Your ghoul loved you and had taken on an entire vault of chem addled cannibals to save you. He had come out on top and dragged your sorry body all the way back to Freeside, snarling and demanding help from the followers.

"Thank you," you say, and press yourself as close to Cooper as you can. You never want to let go, and you never want to see the inside of a vault ever again.

"You're mine, Darlin', "Cooper rumbles and tightens his hold on you, "And nothin' will ever stop me from comin' for you."

*sorry if this one is a little lackluster. I had some trouble with it. ❤️*

[atzjieun]

your ears only

summary | yeosang stumbles upon something interesting after borrowing jieun’s laptop

circa | september 2019 

contains | 2.3k words, fluff, brief mentions of period cramps, yeosang being silly <3 

notes | as mentioned in the jieun iceberg :) 

Of all things he could have walked into, the sight of ATEEZ’s youngest member laid on her back with her legs raised straight against the wall was not what Yeosang expected when he walked into the living room. Jieun shifted on the couch as she flipped a page in her book, not having yet noticed his presence. 

“Eunnie?” Yeosang spoke after a brief pause. 

Jieun tilted her head back, looking at him upside-down. “Oh, hi oppa,” she said casually. 

“What are you doing?” 

An awkward chuckle escaped her lips. “Cramps,” she explained, turning back to her book, though Yeosang still stared at her in bewilderment.

“And that…helps?” he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity. 

“No,” she answered with a sigh. “But if I think hard enough, I’ll start to believe it does.” 

He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out of his mouth. Deciding not to question her methods (or her sanity), Yeosang simply nodded as he tried to remember why he had come to the living room in the first place. 

“Ah right,” he said, voicing his thoughts out loud. “Could I borrow your laptop for a bit please?” 

Jieun glanced up at him. “Yeah of course, but why?” 

“I just need to fill out some things and it’s easier on desktop than mobile.” 

She nodded in understanding as she flipped a page. “My laptop’s in its case in my room. It should just be on the desk.” 

“Thanks, Eunnie.” Yeosang sent the girl a grateful smile, though she didn’t see it as her eyes were still locked on her book. Jieun simply hummed in response as he turned, making his way to her room. 

A minute later, Yeosang returned with her laptop in hand. He took a seat beside the girl, crossing his legs on the couch as he opened it. 

“The password is 0-1-0-1-1-6,” she said without looking up. 

Yeosang nodded as he typed in the numbers, unlocking the laptop. “Why those numbers?” he asked curiously. 

“It’s the day I joined the company.” 

He glanced over at the girl, eyebrows slightly raised, to which Jieun let out a small chuckle. 

“I got scouted on my birthday, called them the next day, and then they asked me to come in for an audition three days later,” she explained. 

“Wow, the process was really fast for you,” Yeosang commented with a low whistle. 

“Yeah, I guess it was because they already knew me from Sixteen.” Jieun gave a small shrug as she looked over at the boy. “The only good thing I got out of that show.” 

Yeosang didn’t respond, allowing the two to fall into comfortable silence. It was a common occurrence for the two as the quietest members of the group, though it hadn’t always been their choice. As trainees, their first few months together were riddled with awkwardness, the two struggling to make any sort of connection. Yeosang still remembered the first time he heard the girl speak nearly a week after meeting her, yet their first conversation didn’t take place until another week later. 

Although they’d since grown out of that awkward phase, the two often remained quiet when they were together. It wasn’t like they didn’t like talking to each other, but when in each other’s presence, neither felt any obligation to engage in conversation to fill the space. With how talkative their members could be at times, it was nice to be able to sit in silence every once in a while to recover their social batteries. 

Suddenly, Jieun swung her legs sideways and let them fall onto the couch. She winced slightly as she sat up. 

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” 

Yeosang nodded, sending the girl a sympathetic smile as she brought herself to her feet and trudged out of the room. 

Minutes passed while Yeosang continued to work, a sigh escaping his lips as he typed away. After what felt like years of filling out questions and switching tabs, he straightened his back and stretched out his body. The laptop shifted on his legs, though as he reached down to move it back, his hand accidentally hit a couple keys, bringing up a new menu. Yeosang moved to close whatever had popped up when his gaze fell upon the text displayed on the screen. 

eternal sunshine [DEMO].mp3

He glanced up in the direction of the bathroom, still able to hear the sound of flowing water accompanied by Jieun’s music. He stared down at the laptop with a frown as a conflicted look crossed his face. 

Stumbling upon it had been a complete accident, though it still felt like a complete invasion of privacy. Yet, his curiosity only grew with every second that passed as he continued to stare down at the laptop. 

Yeosang must have been contemplating for a while, as Jieun soon emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a new pair of pajamas and scrunching her hair with a towel. Upon seeing the panicked expression on his face, Jieun frowned as she sat down beside him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I promise I wasn’t snooping,” Yeosang immediately said, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him. “I accidentally hit something and it brought this up.” 

She leaned over to look at the laptop screen, eyes widening when she realized what was displayed. Jieun blinked, letting out a nervous laugh. 

“Oh, that,” she said slowly. “It’s a song I’m working on.” Jieun kept her eyes on the screen, though she could still feel his curious gaze resting on her. After a couple seconds, she hesitantly glanced up at him. “Do you want to listen to it?” 

Yeosang’s eyes widened slightly. “To be honest, I am curious, but you don’t have to show me if you’re not comfortable.” 

“It’s ok,” Jieun said as she reached over, pressing a few keys. “I do have to warn you though, it’s my first time producing and everything, so it’s not really good.” Without waiting for him to respond, she pressed the ‘play’ button, allowing music to fill the room. 

Jieun’s gaze dropped as she fiddled with her hands in her lap, afraid of Yeosang’s reaction to the little project she’d been working on for the past couple months. She knew he would’ve rather died than ever say anything mean to her, but she didn’t want him to lie about what he thought. 

However, as the song came to a close, Yeosang burst into enthusiastic applause. Nervously, Jieun looked over, her eyebrows raising when she caught sight of the wide smile spread across his face. 

“I love it!” he exclaimed, gently shaking the girl. “It’s so catchy and just makes me want to-” Yeosang suddenly stood up out of nowhere, doing a little dance as he sang along to the chorus. “We shine like eternal sunshine~” 

Jieun giggled as she watched him. “You really like it?” 

He nodded from where he stood, turning back to the girl. “I do. I really do. Are you going to show it to Hongjoong-hyung or Mingi?” 

Jieun opened her mouth to respond, though stopped as she frowned down at her laptop. 

“I never really thought about showing it to anyone,” she confessed after a few moments. “It’s just a little project I started a couple months ago.” 

“You have to show it to them,” Yeosang said as he sat back down, though quickly added, “If you’re comfortable with that, of course. But I really think you should.” 

Jieun hummed as she met his gaze with a conflicted expression. It hadn’t been that long since she started contributing to their music. While she helped where she could, there was still so much she had to learn. What if she showed the track to their producers and they just brushed her off? 

“I don’t know…” Jieun said, trailing off. “It’s only my first song and there’s a lot I could still improve on…” 

Yeosang nodded at the girl, though his frown didn’t go away. 

“Everyone starts somewhere,” he pointed out. “I think that the producers will be impressed that you’re trying to involve yourself in the songwriting process more. Plus, it’s a really good first song.” 

The corners of her mouth tilted upward in a shy smile as she turned her head away from him. 

“I wrote it about you guys,” she said, not catching the way Yeosang pouted at the sudden confession. 

“Really?” 

She nodded, scrunching her nose in embarrassment. “I was really scared when we started comeback preparations for One To All. It felt like so long since I had done any work and I was worried that I was falling behind. I really didn’t want to disappoint any of you guys since you were all still working so hard when I was on break.”

Before Yeosang could respond, a smile spread across Jieun’s face as she turned to him.

“But after being on stage, filming and performing, I realized there was no reason to be afraid because I was with you all. Even though I couldn’t participate fully, none of you ever made me feel bad about missing some schedules. It was probably the best time of my life, and I wanted some way to capture how I felt.” 

Suddenly aware of how sentimental she sounded, Jieun turned away once more, heating rising to her cheeks. She grabbed her laptop off the couch, quickly exiting the program and closing it. 

“But yeah, that’s just the reason why I wrote it. It’s not really important though-” 

“Eun-ah, that’s really sweet,” Yeosang spoke quietly, watching the girl with a soft gaze. She paused, chewing on her lower lip as she stared at her hands. “I really think you should show it to the others. It’ll be a good opportunity to show how hard you’ve been working.” 

A silence grew between them as Jieun contemplated his words. Despite her hesitancy, Yeosang’s logic was sound. After all, she’d written the song about her members; it was only fair that she shared it with them.

“I think I will,” Jieun eventually said, glancing over at him with a sheepish expression. “I’m not done yet though, but I’ll show Hongjoong-oppa when it’s finished.” 

Satisfied, Yeosang gave the girl a single nod as he smiled. He leaned over to grab his phone off the table. 

“I’m hungry. Wanna order food?” The girl’s eyes lit up as she nodded, causing him to chuckle. Without missing a beat, he opened his food delivery app and handed her the phone. “Here, pick whatever you want.” 

Jieun looked up at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for the older boy to nod once more before taking the phone out of his hand. She scrolled through the various options for a couple minutes before settling on something she knew they’d both like. She handed the phone back to him with a grateful smile. 

“Thank you, oppa.” 

“Anytime,” he responded, reaching over and ruffling the girl’s hair. “Besides, what kind of older brother would I be if I didn’t spoil my little sister every once in a while?” With a chuckle, he added, “I just hope the food gets here before the others get back, or they’ll complain we didn’t get anything for them.” 

Jieun giggled before grabbing her book off the table and situating herself back into her designated corner of the couch. Yeosang took a seat at the other corner, laying his head on the armrest as he pulled up a video on his phone.

Like clockwork, the two groupmates once again fell into a comfortable silence while they waited for their food to arrive. When he got the notification that the courier was there, Yeosang simply got up without saying a word and went downstairs to grab it.

However, as Yeosang returned with the bags of food, he was met with the sight of a sleeping Jieun, her book resting on her face as her chest rose and fell steadily.

He chuckled, placing the bags on the table before waking over to the couch. As carefully as he could, Yeosang slowly lifted the book off her face, remembering to bookmark the page before setting it down.

Deciding to let the girl sleep, he made sure to save a little more than half of the food for Jieun, marking it with a sticky note to stop the other members from eating it. Once everything was done, Yeosang sat himself at the table and began to enjoy his meal, as well as peaceful silence that would be gone in a couple hours.

Loud chatter filled the atmosphere as the members filed into the apartment.

“Honey, I’m home! “ Wooyoung called as he walked in, immediately taking note of the lack of noise. “It’s so quiet.”

Jongho snorted. “Yeosang-hyung and Jieunie are home alone. What did you expect?”

The conversations suddenly ceased as Hongjoong shushed the group, having walked into the living room where the two previously mentioned members were fast asleep on the couch.

“Don’t wake them up,” he whispered sharply, giving his members a serious look.

“Aww, they’re so cute,” Yunho said as he peered into the living room. Jieun’s head was resting against Yeosang’s chest, his arm draped over her shoulder.

Mingi pulled out his phone, quickly snapping a picture of the two before making his way over to the dining table. He immediately noticed the bag of food and walked up to it, head tilting as he saw the note attached to the front.

for jieunie. touch it and you die :)

Mingi’s eyes widened as he stood up straight, cautiously stepping back from the bag before making his way back to his room.

The rest of the members soon followed, retreating to their own rooms to allow the two to continue sleeping in peace.

taglist: @teezingsiyeon @moonkyeom

[ghast1yghosts]

Eddie who can’t do crowds after the UD.

the kids all come visit him once he’s settled & recovering. before Steve can stop them, they all scurry up the stairs and walk into the guest room without even as much of a knock.

it takes Eddie a few minutes to fully wake up, remember where he is, and when he does he’s met with 8 pairs of eyes surrounding him (sans max who is still recovering at the hospital). his heart rate picks up as he skips his gaze across the party’s faces (+ Rob, Nance too). he locks eyes with Steve and the man immediately knows something is wrong. Eddie’s chest is heaving and eyes glassy.

Steve loudly tells them to get out.

when Dustin opens his mouth to protest, Steve repeats himself, accentuating each word with a hard look.

Steve talks him down, careful not to invade his space. he tucks a price of hair behind Eddie’s ear as his chest slows. the knot that was building, now loosing as he listens to Steve’s hushed whispers.

Steve makes sure that everyone comes in one or two at a time after that.

the next time it becomes a problem is at the arcade. Eddie’s still not 100% but he’s healed (and up for it) enough that he can use his arm crutches, with some assistance.

they all got there early, pockets filled weighed down with quarters. knowing it wasn’t gonna just be a few hours and rather the whole day, Eddie (with the nagging of Steve) took breaks periodically. he’d just sit and have a snack or drink, sometimes just watching Mike horribly failing yet another attempt at dig dug. he’s doing fine. then he’s not.

as it gets later into the afternoon, the busier it gets.

Eddie’s still not on the best side of the town, so people start to stare. not so subtly point and laugh behind their hands gossiping to friends.

mouth dry, it’s hard to swallow. and all he can do it look down at his shoes.

Steve had left him to fetch the children, and now alone, the walls begin to feel as though they are collapsing in. he can feel his heart start to hammer in his ribs, erratic as his breathing picks up too.

the crowd he thought was 10 feet away, feels like it’s inching closer to him. he can feel the heat from the bodies that are suffocating him, squeezing him. Eddie’s vision darkens and blurs along the outer edges.

he feels likes he’s choking. like he’s back in the wrenched cold of that fucked wrong side up world. he suddenly feels as though he’s there, facing death. bats picking up speed and creating wind as they circle him.

it’s all consuming. and it’s terrifying.

if Steve breaks away from his argument with Dustin by a horrified shrill—rushing to the noise. only to find Eddie, on the floor hunched in on himself, holding his hands flat against his ears & shaking like a leaf. on lookers staring like if they sneer hard enough the man will disappear. if Steve quickly goes to Eddie’s side, promptly carrying him out if the building—going around the side to help his friend in the mist of a panic attack—one he will not remember.

no one retells the account to Eddie.

he’s already having a hard time, already ostracized.

already hated.

everyone already thinks he’s a freak.

what’s a few more.

[mintytealfox]

angst, angst I say!! How much worst would it be if Norton had the touch of tuberculosis?

oh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSHH 😭😭😭😭

add a bit of BLOOD to those coughs and AAAAAAAHHH 😭😭😭😭

Like TB is infectious but can only be caught if you spend a lot of time with the person infected with it. So in Norton's case if Benny had it, then Norton would too, sense it seems like Norton only really spent time with Benny and a lot of time at that, enough to catch a thing like TB. orz Gee thanks Benny....

"Treatment Early diagnosis, adequate diet, rest, and fresh air could help some people recover or at least have a remission. However, such care wasn't an option for the poor <---------- 🙃

Death rate In 1882, TB killed one out of every seven people living in the United States and Europe

Leading cause of death In 1899, TB, also known as "consumption", was the leading cause of death worldwide

in the early 1900s, even under the best conditions, 50% of people with TB died within five years"

Bro would 95% be on his way OUT orz Bro would be at the point of: find a bed, lay in it, and calling it a life DX NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*points at* vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Doc Holiday

talk about not caring anymore and just collecting as MUCH money as he can in ANY WAY that he can. Like, he is gonna die soon anyway so why not grab all the money he can get his hands on for as long as he can.

the key years that might have helped him survive it were gone and wasted in the mines anyway, so, thinking his fate is sealed, might as well live a life that gives him blue skies

a life of Gambling, Drinking, Travel, Blackmail, and all around not giving a FLYING F---CARE

I think he would survive longer than he thought, but still counting his days for sure.

So he would 100% accept that invitation to a fancy manor cause "why not, sure, it'll be fun to be in a fancy place for once and a life is all it costs for all that money, then I could just relax and drink when I don't feel like gambling"

Feeling that fatigue getting to him and needing more money so he can have more rest days orz

"Those with active TB can show any of the following symptoms:

Bad cough (lasting longer than two weeks).

Pain in your chest.

Coughing up blood��or sputum (mucus).

Fatigue or weakness.

Loss of appetite.

Weight loss.

Chills.

Fever.

Night sweats."

Gosh DANG orz

Like the image of Da Capo in the same room as him and he just looks an absolute sweaty mess that is sort of drunk (and being drunk causing him to be more chatty)

-Norton knowing everyone is staring at him- "what..? ya can't catch it unless you're locked in a room with me, breathing the same air for a looong while." -leans forward with a smirk- "Heeeell, we can even share a kiss right now and you wouldn't get it~"

Bro would be drowning in the walls he has put up around himself and the characters he puts on. IT would take an excavator and years to get to the real him by this point ;;

But the thought of bonding with the Da Capo/(except Orpheus pff) group through shared trauma after escaping, and and just constantly having each other's backs. Even though its a lot of getting Norton out of trouble cause he keeps going back to gambling when drunk and causing problems in towns they go to.

And then the time would come when Norton ends up in a hospital and just "looks like this is my last stop..." and unable to follow the group in their efforts to run and stay safe from anything manor related that is following them.

OH and then after hearing they left town he just gets out of bed and drinks as much booze as he can and causes one last big scene that prompts those who have been following them to go after Norton only for him to blowup one more mine.

orz

[jjungkookislife]

"fuck around & find out" w/ joon

Find Out

pairing: bff!namjoon x plus size!reader

warnings: sexual thoughts, mention of drunk reader in the past, nudity, shared shower, implied smut, reader is shorter than Joon, honestly me just thirsting after him

You were doing your best to focus on your reps in Namjoon's home gym.

It had been your idea to work out when you arrived at his place. He agreed, showing you how to do your reps correctly. His chest pressed to your back as he fixed your form.

"Just like that, babe," he praised as he watched you. You were almost a foot shorter than him. He towered over you. He was so big and thick, it made your mind whirl with sinful thoughts you'd never speak aloud.

When Namjoon had stepped away to do his own thing, you found yourself looking at him, admiring his golden skin as it shone with a sheen of sweat. If that wasn't bad enough, every grunt went straight to your core. You were turning into putty as you eyed him, wishing you could lick the droplet of sweat that ran down his neck to his chest.

Fuck, you were down bad.

You had to focus on your sets, ignoring your desire for your best friend, not noting how he eyed you just as greedily.

Namjoon watched your ass when you squat. He had to set his weights down to keep from hurting himself. Every time you went down, his cock throbbed in his grey sweats.

He knew he should just tell you how he feels. You'd been friends for years, and something had bloomed between you. He knew it because every time you got tipsy, you hung all over him, holding his hand, snuggling into him, and admitting your crush on him.

Namjoon always hoped you'd say something sober so he could. But fear of losing you always hung over his head so he kept his mouth shut.

He loved everything about you, your smile, the shine in your eyes, the curve of your body that fit perfectly against his. That smart mouth that he wanted to kiss, that big brain of yours that rivaled his. Fuck, Namjoon needs to say something soon.

"I think that's enough for today," you groan as you set the weights back on the rack.

"Hm?" Joon hums, coming back to reality. Had he been staring this whole time?

"Let's call it a day?" you say with a quirked brow. "Hit the showers."

"Oh, yeah! You did good!" Namjoon recovers as he grabs his towel to dab his face and you nearly cream yourself as you admire his big biceps. God, you were gone. You'd let him put you in a headlock if it meant being near those big juicy arms that you wanted to sink your teeth into.

Namjoon tosses the towel into the hamper and leads you out of the gym toward the bathroom in his bedroom.

"You can go first," he states as he opens a drawer with your clothes because, of course, you had clothing at his place.

"Can I wear one of your shirts?" you ask as you undo your hair from its bun.

"Of course," Namjoon grins brightly as he opens his drawer and picks a shirt for you.

"Gonna pick my panties too?" you joke, and Namjoon's face flushes red.

"Shut up!" he laughs. "One of these days you're gonna fuck around and find out, baby."

"Oh?" you raise a brow as you smile at him. "That so?"

Namjoon nods as he crosses the distance between you. "Yes."

You're surprised when you're pressed against the wall with Namjoon looking down at you.

"Want to find out?" he breathes as he leans in closer and your body tingles as you nod.

Namjoon grips your chin with his fingers, his dark eyes are hooded. "Answer me, baby."

"Yes," you answer as confidently as possible before he kisses you. You don't have time to be self-conscious when he grabs your waist to pull you to him.

Namjoon kisses you like he's had a craving for you. You kiss him back just as eagerly as the two of you undress on your way to the shower.

Everything happens so quickly, that it takes a second to realize you're soaking wet under the showerhead.

"I've wanted this for so long," Namjoon admits as he takes you in. You're beautiful, and he tells you so, as you grip his arms.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this Joon," you admit as you press your face into his broad chest.

"Me too, baby. I should have said something when you did," he smirks and you playfully smack his chest.

"Hey!"

"What? It was adorable! Drunk you is always talking about my big arms crushing you," He laughs before kissing your lips.

"Leave my fantasies out of this," you grumble as he kisses you again, deeper as he presses you to the shower wall.

"How about I take you to bed and you tell me more about your fantasies? Then tomorrow we can go on a date," he suggests.

"Why not tonight?" you ask, puzzled.

"Because when I'm done with you tonight, you won't be able to walk, baby," Namjoon states as he turns the shower off to lead you back into his bedroom.

You nearly cream yourself before you get there.

[teddyeyeseddie]

To Hell I Go

If She Wants A Cowboy

✰ bull rider Steve x reader

masterlist

✰ cw: broken bones, an er visit, steve in a sling, an eddie debut, first kisses, straddling steve in a creek, smut, minors dni, oral (m rec), boot riding

✰ a/n: this series has been flopping but I am so in love with dandy and our boy that im gonna keep writing it bc they deserve to have their story told, thank you @lofaewrites for betaing :,)

now playing: If She Wants a Cowboy

Steve is rushed right back when he gets to the ER, grumbling an “I’m fine” when he sees the amount of sick kids in the waiting room. Despite his efforts to wait in the lobby, it only takes 30 minutes and he is sitting in a room awaiting his results.

Steve tears up at the news, knowing what this meant for his career. It came to an abrupt stop, throwing Steve forward into a mess of emotions. They did x rays to find that his shoulder was, in fact, broken. His coach eventually leaves, only able to offer so much reassurance and solace. 

He sits cooped up in the ER for what felt like hours, left alone to his devices, those emotions from earlier bubbling and breaching the surface now that he was alone. His dad was right, just like he always is. The job chewed him up and spit him out. Usually, a broken shoulder meant the gig was up, not many riders can recover from a serious injury like that. 

He wills away his spiraling, putting his head back in order to rest. When he’s about to fall asleep, a soft knock resonates through the room. 

“Hey cowboy,” the voice is like music in Steve’s ears, the sound flowing into the air and causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. 

“Dandy, they let you in here at this hour?” he questions, a small smirk on his face as he adjusts himself in bed, wincing when he disturbs his shoulder. 

“Jus’ had to tell them I was your wife,” she replies sheepishly, wincing slightly.

“I did give ya a ring, didn’t I darlin’?” he cracks a wide smile.

You settle yourself into a chair next to the bed, digging in your purse to find the small paper ring Steve had made you days prior. You slip it on your finger once you find it, flashing it at Steve causing him to let out a full-bellied laugh. 

“You kept it?” 

You offer a small nod, reaching your hand out to hold Steve’s free hand. The other slung up as the two of you waited to hear what the next steps are in Steve’s recovery. 

“What’s the verdict here?” you question softly, rubbing your thumb over Steve's calloused hand. 

“Shoulder’s broken. S’ a clean break but fuck if I know what that means,” he groans, throwing his head back as tears form in his eyes. 

“Shit Dandy- I’m sorry, don’t mean to turn into a mess while you’re here. It’s just this could be the end of the line for me,” he pulls his hand away from yours in order to wipe his eyes. 

He settles his hand back in yours, squeezing it as he stares forward at the wall in front of him. 

He didn’t ask you to come and the fact you did makes Steve’s heart flutter inside his chest. You came on your own, and that is more than Steve could ever wish for. 

“I’ll be right here with you, Steve,” you break the silence and lean up to kiss his cheek, the first time you had displayed any sort of affection aside from holding hands. 

He leans into your touch, relaxing and letting himself be loved on. 

The doctors come in moments later, setting his arm and immobilizing it with a fancy looking sling. 

Six weeks.

Six weeks of being rendered useless, Steve groans into the night air once he’s been released at the odd hour of 5 in the morning. Hand in yours as you guide him to your car, helping him get settled into the passenger seat. 

“I guess in the grand scheme of things, I’m lucky,” he says once you get situated. His head is leaned back, exposing the column of his neck as he turns to look at you. 

“How so?”

“A whole summer of being doted on by you? 

“Who said I was gonna dote on you?”

“Mmm I just gotta hunch, Dandelion,” 

Steve isn’t wrong, you are there every day you're off work, going on walks with him or helping his mother cook dinner. 

It’s been about 2 weeks of helping take care of Steve when you pull into his driveway at the early hour of 8am. You softly knock on the door, smiling when you hear a quiet, “come in” from the other side of the door. 

You and his mother, Donna you had come to learn, had become well acquainted, spending the evenings cooking dinner together giving you time to converse regularly. You got all the stories of Steve when he was younger, your favorite being the time he peed off the side of the pool when he was potty training. 

“Is he awake?” you question, setting the groceries Donna had requested you bring the night prior.

“He’s not, had a rough night last night. He said not to let him sleep in if you’re here though,” she says with a sly smirk on her face, like she knows something you don’t know. 

You ignore her look, not wanting to read much into it, trudging upstairs to wake Steve up. 

You smile when you see him, he’s propped up by some pillows, something his mom helps him do every night so he is more comfortable. 

You sit on the edge of his bed, extending your arm to caress his cheek. He stirs a little bit, waking with a small jolt when you begin to run your thumb across the expanse of his jaw. 

“Good morning, Dandelion,” he smiles, his voice thick with sleep, the groggy melody making your cheeks flush. 

“Good morning, Steve,” 

He sits up at the waist, using his free arm to push him up on the bed. He’s right beside you, free hand coming to rest on your thigh. His lips press a soft kiss to your temple.

“Didn’t think you’d be here this early, sorry I wasn’t up,” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“S’ okay honey, liked getting to wake you up,”

You get up, turning back towards the bed to help him stand. His pajamas are slung low on his hips, soft hair traveling up his belly and to his navel. He looks peaceful like this, freshly woken up, sleep in his eyes and bed head- it makes your heart warm. 

He stretches once he’s standing, averting your eyes as his already impossibly low pants stoop even lower. 

“You gonna shower?” you question, picking at the comforter on Steve’s bed. 

He shakes his head, turning towards his closet and pulling out a pair of wranglers and a t-shirt. 

He turns away before dropping his pajama pants, your cheeks flushing at the sight of Steve in just his boxers. 

He grabs the clothes he laid out on the bed, shimmying his pants up his legs, frowning as he gets to the button. 

“C’mere,” You mumble, buttoning his wranglers, knuckles bumping into his soft belly. 

He smiles down at you, brushing a hair out of our face. 

“Gonna help me with the top now, dandy?” 

You nod, grabbing his top and sliding it up his hurt side, carefully threading his arm through  while it is still bent. He chuckles as he pokes his head through the top, easily pulling his other arm through. 

You wait on his bed after you get his sling back on his arm, Steve having perfected his one-handed bathroom routine. 

He peaks out of the bathroom once he is ready, padding across the room to grab his hat. 

“Ya ready?” 

You nod, following him downstairs. 

When you reach the living room, you’re surprised to see Charlotte and Eddie sitting on the couch. 

“Mudslinger! How ya been?” Eddie gets up, pulling Steve into a hug, Lottie shooting him daggers as he does so. 

“Careful with the man, Eds. He’s fragile,” Charlotte scolds, pulling Eddie away when he starts to get too rough. 

Eddie listens to the woman, settling in beside her with a protective hand on her thigh. 

“Wanted to come visit ya, see if there was anything you needed before I head down to the barn to get some lessons started,” 

The two of the men fall into easy conversation but you and Charlotte find yourselves stowed away in the kitchen, chatting about anything and everything. 

“So- You and Steve, huh? He’s never brought a girl around,” she says as she stirs her tea. 

“Yeah- He uh saved me from Billy Hargrove,” you take a sip from your mug, glancing into the living room to check on Steve. 

“Oof- Eddie used to work on Billy’s ranch breaking horses. Never got paid enough for the work he did, here though? He’s taken care of, Donna makes sure he is anyways,” 

You had learned that a lot of the ranch bonuses and raises used to come from Donna pestering Richard until he caved, that was until Steve came around and gave everyone their well deserved performance based raises.

“Steve’s running it right finally, taught his Daddy more things than he’s taught Steve probably, I can’t wait to see what happens when he finally takes over, maybe he will settle down now that he’s broke himself,” Charlotte rattles off, your stomach lurching at her words, remembering why you’re here.

Steve hurt himself. If he hadn’t been rendered useless in terms of bull riding he’d be off riding in other competitions and eventually nationals. He was kept at home by a broken shoulder, not by you. 

You shake the thoughts away, Steve would have wanted you wherever he was, you had to convince yourself. 

You and Charlotte continue conversing, finally steering the conversation away from you and Steve. 

“Dandy-” You hear Steve shout from the living room, you set down our mug and straighten out your skirt before making your way to him. 

“Whatcha need cowboy,” you question, smiling when you round the corner to see him standing, cowboy hat situated on his head. 

“Come to the creek with me?” he questions, smiling softly as he holds out his hand. 

You turn back towards Charlotte, who is now left alone now that Eddie has gone to the barn to start lessons for the day. She nods her head, shooing the two of you away and out into the summer sun. 

Steve laces your fingers with his, boots crunching on gravel as he makes his way to the stables.

“Wish we could take sonny today,” Steve says, frowning slightly when you pass them. You distract him with a kiss to the cheek, bumping into his hat causing him to let out a chuckle. 

“Tryna kiss me stupid here, honey?” he asks as he continues walking, dipping into some trees at the edge of the property.

“Just tryna kiss ya, cowboy,” he smiles back at you as he leads you through the trees, finally stopping and letting you settle in next to him once you reach the creek. 

You release his hand, kicking off your shoes in order to step in the creek, turning to Steve who is still on the bank.

“Comin’ in?” you grin, looking up at him. He scratches at the scruff that is forming on his chin, contemplating kicking off his boots and joining you.

“I dunno, Dandy,” 

“C’mon, don’t make me enjoy this all alone,”

With that, he toes off his boots as you step forward in the water in order to roll up his jeans for him. You hold your hand out, Steve taking it and stepping into the water with you. The two of you wade in the shallow creek, your back to Steve when you feel a splash of water hit the bend of your knees. 

You whip around, scowling at Steve who has a wide grin on his face. You bend over, skimming your hand in the water in order to splash him back. Steve walks backwards, tripping over his feet, sending him tumbling, falling on his ass. 

You rush to him, dropping to your knees in the shallow water next to him.

“Are you okay?” you question, looking him over as if you’ll see any physical damage. 

He simply smiles at you, on your knees-so close to his lap. He wishes he could pull you onto him and kiss you breathless.

That’s when he realizes there’s nothing stopping him.

He hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. He mumbles a soft, “C’mere,” as he motions with his head for you to get on.

You swing your leg over his lap, heartbeat high in your throat as you look down at him. It’s a little awkward, his sling taking up much of the room between the two of you, but it doesn’t matter.

Steve’s eyes travel to your lips, a smile forming on them as your hand raises to pet the hairs adorning the nape of Steve’s neck.

“I think you’re the one that’s trying to kiss me stupid,” you breathe.

“Just tryna kiss ya,” 

With that, he leans in, capturing your lips in a firm kiss. It’s slow–calculated, each movement well thought out as he guides you. You eventually crack a smile while kissing him, teeth knocking together as Steve begins to smile too. You finally pull away when it’s time to catch your breath. 

“Why’d you wait so long, cowboy?” you ask, hand still petting at his hair. 

“Kinda thought you deserved more, Dandy,” he breaths out, thumb rubbing at your hip as his eyes flash back towards your lips. 

“Well- why don’t you let me worry about that, mudslinger” you lean back down, kissing him sweetly before pulling away and getting off his lap. He looks up at you in a daze, lips pink and full as he cracks a smile. 

You help him up and out of the creek, using your now half soaked cardigan to dry your legs off before slipping back into your shoes. Steve gets along fine with getting his boots back on, but you can't help but giggle when you turn to see his jeans still rolled up. You bend down to fix them, Steve mumbling a soft thank you. 

You walk hand in hand back to the house, offering Eddie a small wave when you pass by the stables.

You’re both still sopping wet when you make it to the front porch, Steve groaning when he’s intercepted by Donna at the door. 

“I know you are not about to come in here with those sopping wet jeans on,” She scolds the two of you. 

Steve playfully rolls his eyes, nudging past her and making his way inside. 

“I’ll clean it Mama,” she playfully smacks his good shoulder before retreating back to the kitchen to continue cooking lunch for the Saturday workers. 

Steve opens the door to his room, closing the door after you. 

“Skirt’s pretty soaked, do you want some shorts and a new shirt?” he questions, turning towards his closet to grab himself a change of clothes. You squeak out a small “yes” as you kick off your shoes. He hands you a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, turning back towards the closet. 

In a surge of courage and confidence, your hands find the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head while Steve’s back is to you. 

When Steve turns around, he feels like he’s been punched in the gut. His lungs are void of air as his eyes rake over your frame, drinking you in. He swears he sees stars when your fingers dip into the waistband of your skirt, dropping it to the floor with a wet thud. 

You stalk towards him, fingers hooking in his belt loops as you guide him to the chair sitting in the corner of his room. 

“Dandelion- sweetheart what are you doing?” Steve asks as you drop to your knees in front of him, eyeing him sweetly. 

“Just let me take care of you, Cowboy,” you push him back by his hip, satisfied once you force him to sit in the chair. 

Fingers come to unbutton his damp wranglers, cock already straining against the rough fabric. You pop the button, slowly unzipping his pants, tapping his thighs so he will lift his hips. 

He’s looking at you with glassy eyes, pupils blown wide as he watches your hand sneak into his boxers and pull out his hard member. 

“Fuck, darlin you don’t have to do this,” his hand reaches down to caress the your flushed cheek. 

“Want to,” your hand strokes him, the drag causing Steve to throw his head back, loud groans leaving his lips as he indulges in the feeling of you taking care of him. 

You suck the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. Steve’s hand comes to thread through your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling just hard enough to get you off of him. 

“You wanna feel good too?” Steve questions, free hand coming to stroke himself. You nod your head, pleading eyes meeting Steve’s. 

“Ride me then,”

“S-steve your shoulder,” He laughs, the hand that was stroking his cock now caressing your face. His boot begins tapping on the floor beneath you. 

Tap-Tap-Tap

You look up at him through hooded eyes, biting your lip as you lower yourself onto his boot. You let out a soft mewl when the rough leather catches on your clothed clit. You begin to rock back and forth, riding his boot as you take him back into your mouth. 

You take him to the back of your throat, nose bumping into the soft pudge of his tummy, being tickled by the pubic hair that adorns the area. 

He groans, the deep growl echoing off the walls causing you to pull back and shush him. Steve chuckles as he guides his cock back towards your lips, you greedily sucking him in. 

Your hands come to rest on his hairy thighs, your own shaking from the impending orgasm, the coil in your tummy tightening as you use his boot to get off. 

“Jesus, Honey. I’m gonna come if you keep takin’ me so deep like that,” he moans as you release his member with a soft pop, a giddy smile on your face as you look up at him. 

“Kinda the point, Honey,” you begin to stroke him, hand slippery with your spit and his precum.  

“Gonna come,” he grits out, your mouth enveloping him as his hips stutter and his cock twitches in your mouth, hot cum running down your throat. 

You pull off him once he winces at the overstimulation. Your hips are still moving, your sopping cunt still dragging across the ridges of Steve’s boots. 

“You close honey?” Steve asks, a little hint of pity lacing his tone. You whine when he begins to mock you.

Three more thrusts of your hips and you’re coming undone, panties now soaked with your release and seeping onto his cowboy boot. You slump forward when you’ve finished riding out your high, face resting on his thigh mere inches from his now softening cock. His hand pets your hair, letting you rest there for a while before breaking the silence.

“These pants are still wet darlin, need to change,” he taps your cheek, causing you to rise from the spot in his lap and pull yourself off of his boot. You wince when you disconnect from him, blushing when you see the wet spot you left on the leather. Steve however, props his foot up on the ottoman that you were just wedged between and admires the slick spot on his boot-proud of what you’d done to him.

“Might keep it there,” You whine at his words, embarrassed you’d just come undone so easily for him.

“Hey- don’t pout,” he says as he gets up, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he does so. Tall frame towering over yours, his hand coming to brush your unkempt hair out of your face. 

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, pushing down his pants and stepping out of them. He digs around for a pair of boxers before turning and offering you a pair. 

“Figured you’d soaked your-uh,”

“Panties?”

“You just had me ride your boot, now you’re shy about my wet panties?” you question, a small smirk forming on your lips as you take the pair of boxers from him. 

Now he turns bright red, cheeks flushing at the mere talk of your underwear. 

“I’m a gentleman, Dandy,” you roll your eyes, mumbling a soft, “not in the sheets” as you walk by him. 

“Come on mudslinger, let's get dressed. I’ll make us some lunch once we get downstairs,” 

[spmcomic]

20. “Something’s clearly wrong.” From the first list I think?? I’m a little lost on the list organization but I’m new here lol. I was thinking Dimentio sickfic?? Like it’s so painfully obvious to everyone around him but the he is bad at emotions so he’s not gonna say anything- (let me know if you want/need more specifics, I will provide! I’ll sign off as ☁️ so I can add more details if needed)

20. "Something's clearly wrong."

(the first prompt list is here)

After their ordeal with Mergath the witch, O’Chunks had to appreciate the breaks as they came- in this instance, spending a week just parked at one of those fancy healing inns while the team recovered from the worst of their injuries. The Count seemed content to sleep, interrupted only occasionally by nightmares, which left the rest of the team to their own (quiet) devices around the room. Nastasia often sat by his bedside, not too close but not far, reading whatever magazine she could scavenge from the inn lobby. Fours seemed unable to decide if he wanted to stay locked in the room or run out the door and never return, and O’Chunks, grateful for the excuse to stretch his legs, took the little lad on frequent walks up and down the empty hallway. Each time they left the room, Fours seemed a little bolder, dragging himself closer to the lobby, and it wasn’t three days before the two of them ventured into the lobby for a few minutes at a time.

Dimentio, though, had taken by far the worst physical beating. But even as his injuries healed more after every rest, his health continued to noticeably decline, until he was as bedridden as the Count.

“I just don’t get it,” Nastasia said from her chair, and Dimentio fixed her with a feverish scowl, struggling until he sat propped upright against the headboard in his nest of pillows. 

“There is nothing to get,” he snapped, as quietly as he could, turning his head minutely toward the limp Count on the other bed, whose ears flicked at the noise. “It is a cold. It is a perfectly normal occurrence.”

Fours, sprawled over the Count’s blanket, sneezed.

Nastasia responded with a frown of her own. “But we’ve been resting? You’re supposed to be at full health after a night or two…”

“Yes, well, perhaps it would be a lot worse if we were not camped in this stifling room, like, like a swarm of hibernating… bees.”

O’Chunks raised a brow, but only crossed his arms and watched, leaned against the wall by the door. That was a weak one.

Nastasia huffed, and turned to O’Chunks. “I think we should request a refund if you’re just getting worse, ‘k?”

O’Chunks only stroked at his beard. The supplements. The medications. The… the stress…

Could Dimentio get stressed? O’Chunks supposed he didn’t see why not, weird as it was to acknowledge it.

Dimentio stared at Nastasia. His mask slowly slid to his usual pointed smile. “That will not be necessary.”

“Do we, um, need to go back to the hospital? Would a Super Mushroom fix it?”

Dimentio languished in the bed, hand over his forehead. “If I have to consume even one more mushroom this week I might just explode. I will be fine.” He turned his head again to the Count, but just as quickly returned his attention to Nastasia.

“Maybe they can give us medicine though…?”

“I have medicine. I will hear no more of this!” he declared, sliding out of the bed and wobbling on his feet. He shuffled past O’Chunks to the door, clearly stewing between the fever and having the other three teammates’ eyes on him. But he made it, and limped out, and slammed the door behind him.

Nastasia sighed, and it grew into an annoyed snarl, baring her teeth and tossing the magazine onto the nightstand next to herself. She crossed her arms. “Stubborn… what’s the point?”

O’Chunks watched the door for a moment, then shrugged. He doubted his ears would have picked up Dimentio’s footsteps or his eye would have caught the shadow passing under the door, even if he wasn’t certain Dimentio lingered outside. “If ‘e thinks it’s nae our business, there in’t much that’ll change tha’,” he replied casually. 

“But something’s clearly wrong.”

Stress. “Methinks what ‘e needs most now is space, Nassy. ‘E can take care o’himself. Yeh’re jus’ gonna get in ‘is way.”

Her brows drew together, and she looked to the Count. “We don’t have space.”

“We don’t,” O’Chunks agreed. 

Nastasia put a hand on the blanket and squeezed it gently, but the Count didn’t stir. From his perch on the Count’s chest, Fours watched her fingers flex and relax. “... Should we… do what we did for him?” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and O’Chunks strained to pick up her voice.

“We can try. It’ll be up teh Dimentio whether or not ‘e takes any of it. But if ‘e really needs anything,” O’Chunks raised his voice to a more normal volume, “I’m sure he’ll ask fer it.”  

-

previous | next

index

start at the beginning

[dj-spiderman]

Hello, Just here to make a small request

I'm not sure if you write for Ben Reilly but if you do could we get some platonic mentorship between him and teen reader who sees him as a big brother?

If you do anons could I be 🐉 anon? Have a good day/night man!

THE BETTER BROTHER

- Ben Reilly & Teen!M!reader

- Genre: Platonic fluff (little bit of angst w/ comfort towards the end)

- A/N: You can absolutely be 🐉 anon! Anywho, was gonna make it straight fluff, but I thought it’d be cute to have it so that in reader’s dimension, he was Peter Parker’s brother, but Peter died. And with Ben being a clone of him… y’get me?

“Your pose is off,” Ben corrects your hand placement, giving an approving nod as the two of you stand watch for any anomalies “perfect pose.” He confirms, looking towards you like a proud parent.

“Your pose is off..” You grumble, struggling to maintain the placement of your hands. You managed for near a minute before clambering onto the ground behind.

It was dead silent in the moment. Ben’s head had snapped to look down at you, simply staring. Your eyes locked together before the older boy broke out into laughter.

Your face went red with humiliation and anger, immediately scrambling to your feet and pushing him over the ledge. His laughter cut off with a scream before he managed to web himself back up onto the rooftop they paroled.

“Oh you’re in for it now!” He huffs, tackling onto you. The two of you tumble across the roof, Ben now holding you in a weak, yet firm, chokehold. “Admit defeat!”

“You’re defeat!” You retaliate, squirming around in his grasp.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” He groans, having you smack at his head after freeing an arm.

“Take that!” You grin, squirming a bit more before slipping free. “Haha!” Your cheers of victory soon cut short as he recovered quickly.

Eyes wide, you take off quickly, beginning to hastily swing away. “You can’t run forever!” He calls out, not far behind, getting giddy about the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“I’m not running!” You cockily call back, sticking out your tongue, only to crash onto the side of a building. Comically so, peeling from the wall and down onto the fire escape just below with a heavy thud and groan.

“And yet again! I stand the better brother!” Ben cheers, only to cut himself off after hearing you mumble about.

“Brother…?” Your voice is small and slightly pained, reminiscing on the past.

Your brother, Peter Parker, hadn’t passed long ago. It’s why you took up role of Spider-Man. But that didn’t stop the hole in your heart from growing. As though that sibling bond was missing.

But Ben.. Ben made it easy to move forward. He mended that spot to fit right in. And now, now he was actively taking the role of your older brother? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah.. yeah okay, you’re the better brother.” You reply, a small smile playing at your lips as you stared up at the older boy. “But I’ll beat you next time.”

“Oh you’re on!” He challenges, already getting a head start as he began to swing off.

And you weren’t far behind, happily laughing and taunting him. It was the happiest you had been in a while. Ben really was the best brother.

[lavenderbradshaw]

Two Paper Airplanes

You and Bob have never had a hiccup. He was always the same-old Bob, kind and loving and gentle. You think that's all going to change after the birdstrike, after you tell him some news.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

“Eject, eject, eject!” 

The sound of Phoenix and Bob’s voices over the radio make you want to hurl. Literally. You feel your stomach twist so quickly you barely know what’s happening until Rooster has a hand on your shoulder. You don’t say anything, the placement of your hand on your abdomen must be enough for him to deduce what’s happening. He calls for Hangman to bring him a trash can, and you almost ask how he can tell, how he just knows you’re going to throw up. You can’t, though, because in a blinding sequence of events, you end up on the floor. Jake’s holding your feet against his stomach, still standing to try and get blood flow back to your head. Rooster is fanning you, almost hilariously, with a chunk of papers. You lick your lips, which are too numb to feel, and Halo sighs. 

“You scared the shit out of us,” she gasps out, her hand clutched in yours. “You okay, Dreamer?”

You close your eyes for just a second , opening them again to see Maverick crouched next to you now. You flinch, the memory of him being up in the air with Bob and Phoenix when they- 

“Bobby?” You whisper, quiet as a mouse. He nods his head and then shakes it.

“He’s okay. They’re gonna check him out, probably keep them both overnight which is normal,” he says, still shaking his head. “He’s okay. Why don’t we get you checked out?” 

20 stitches in a hospital room

Between the two of you, there are 20 stitches. Four in your hand from where you’d sliced yourself with the kitchen knife just a few days ago, and 16 stitches in a small cut on his shoulder from a rock he’d uncomfortably slid on as he landed. Parachute operated fine, canopy operated fine, everything is fine. 

Except there are 20 stitches and one test result remaining completely hidden. 

You sit at his bedside while he naps off whatever they’d given him. He’s grounded for a few days, just to recover, but you wish he were grounded forever. You’d give everything you had to make sure he never got in another jet. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers, his hand in yours. You’re staring off at the wall, or maybe the window, he can’t tell. But he does know you’re out of it, because he’s called your name three times now. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper, so quietly he shifts to hear you better. 

“What, baby? I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I’m pregnant.”

When you started crying, I did too

“You’re…” he whispers, pushing himself up in the hospital bed. You don’t stop him—you can’t. “Oh, God.”

“Pregnant. I’m pregnant.”

You aren’t sure what reaction you wanted out of him, but he starts crying. You suppose that’s a suitable reaction, because you start crying, too. 

“If you want to… we haven’t even…” you stumble over your own sentences, shaking your head. “We’ve only been dating a few months, less than a year, and if you don’t want this…”

“No!” He gasps, and your heart sinks. He sees the reaction on your face and he immediately wants to fix it. There’s an overwhelming feeling of dread in the pit of his belly, he wonders if this is how you felt when you heard him eject. “No, not like that, baby, no. I want… I want this baby and a wedding and a million more babies with you.”

You look up at him, eyes wide and lip wavering. “Bob, you don’t have to just… say that.”

“Shut up,” he says, his voice more firm. You look at him closer, now. He has your undivided attention. “No, please, God. It’s you. It’s been you since the moment I saw you. I have a ring in my locker on base because I didn’t know where to hide it at our house and- and I was going to propose but this happened and…”

When the sun came up, I was looking at you 

He’s there every waking moment. Throughout all the waves of nausea and doctors appointments and midnight cravings, he’s a solid, unwavering force until your baby girl comes into your lives in the middle of the plastic tub in the living room. She doesn’t cry, not at first, quiet just like her father. She just opens her eyes, taking it all in, before a solid tap on her butt makes her curl her hands into fists and wail. The sun was just beginning to rise as she slipped from you after a long night, but you’re suddenly more awake than you had been previously. You’re crying, looking between Bobby who was adamant about getting in the pool right behind you and that tiny little baby girl. 

“She looks just like you,” Bob whispers, his hand coming up to meet yours against her back. “She looks like you.”

You just shake your head, leaning it back against Bob. Bob, who was just as exhausted, who had been at work when you called him contracting, who had raced home and changed into swim trunks and got in right behind you in water that was now slightly chilled. “She’s gonna be so much like her daddy. Quiet and kind and loving. She’s gonna be your little girl.”

He can’t stop staring at you, as the sun rises more and peaks into the living room. He doesn’t even stop staring when you’re resting on the couch, curled up in blankets and drifting off to sleep. He just holds your little baby, his little baby, and stares. 

God, he loves you both more than he could have ever imagined.

[wifey-ohara]

Blood and fire, they burn the same way

Part1

Angsty miguel &teen spider!reader

Notes: mentioned characters death, nothing major, sad, mentiones of threats of violence, this one is just dull really, i should really add to it ,hobie is here!,not proof read

tag list:@mvlanchqly

4:00 am

You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and well rested, it's been years since you had that kind of good sleep, is this what revenge feels like? Now you understand why villains hold grudges so bad

With a small smirk, you got up and got ready for your day, you didn't have anything to do today, so a day in the lab it is then, your mood got better at the decision you made.

Then it fell back down

There he was, right where you left him, leaning on the wall eyes so puffy you doubted he could open them

Pathetic

With a small huff you entered the kitchen making yourself a drink, hoping that your day wouldn't be ruined

You were almost done when you heared him a take a sharp breath,

It took a moment for him to move, standing up and walking towards you, blocking your exit,, too much for hoping you think

"Good morning " his voice was hourse, raw, painful, how much did he cry

"morning" you replied standing in front of him drink in your hand, waiting for him to move

"..H-how did you sleep?" he asked, almost shy

"good, thanks for asking" you answered

With a slight flinch he backed up, giving you room to move and go to your lab

-

Miguel wantched you leave and then with a click, you were gone

He wondered how hard is it gonna be, if it isn't impossible

So now, sitting in the couch his brain trying to process what happened to him in those last few days

He killed his wife and daughter because he was selfish, destroying a universe in the process

He missed his actual wife's death when she waiting for him to return, he didn't get to say goodbye, he doesn't know if he deserve to do so

And you, with you cold eyes and colder replies, pouring acid into his wounds, he deserves it, he knows he does, but he wants to do right by you, try and fix whatever shattered glass left between you two, and it seems that it'll cut him every step of the way, and he doesn't mind one bit, as long as you don't wish him dead, that's all he wants, not forgiveness, not a relationship, not love, only a middle ground, to live with you without feeling the heavy air around

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the lab door open

"thanks Ben, I'll read it and take care of it" you said getting out, a screen showing that you're on a call with ben, another saving a report

"thanks dude! I'm sorry i didnt do it last night, i was so tired i fell asleep so quick!" the voice from the screen said

"don't worry about it I'll see you next time" you said hanging up..

Then a normal door opening and closing again,, the one to your room this time

He sighed, leaning back on the couch, staring at the ceiling above him

What wouldn't he give for forgiveness?

And then the door knocked...

He stood up to open it, and was shocked to find..

"hobart?"

In all his punky glory, with his wide and wild hair, shiny piercings, hobart brown was at his door step

He was smirking a cocky smile, one that fell the moment he laid eyes on the taller man, soon turning into a frown as he looked miguel up and down

Miguel was still confused..

Hobie recovered quick though, pushing past him and into the house, yelling "Ayo, smartass, where you at? You're never late!" into the house, it didn't surprise miguel that much, what did surprise him was you, coming out of your room, a playful frown on your face "I can get too occupied in a project from time to time" fixing you outfit

He stood there in the middle of the living room watching you walking around, collecting your, phone, wallet and anything else someone would need for an outing, hobie behind you talking about something or the other, he didn't really care

He knows he shouldn't ask, that he has no right to do so, but the words leave his mouth, forced.

"where are you going?"

-

You paused midway through your quick search for your stuff, looking at him, hobie also quieted down behind you, you know it a big deal when that happens

Hobie Brown was your closest friend,(he might say that someone earns such label when you have a bunch of friends, and then choose who you let in or not, which you don't, but you'll roll your eyes every time at it anyway) knows about your fathers, rather nostalgic trip he had for 12 years, only he and lyla do, he found out when came to loot in on your snacks and found you crying, rare, yes, but possible, he asked you what was wrong and you told him, what was a talk about your mother turned into your life story, he listened the whole time, only commenting after, he had alot of choice words, still does but you convinced him out of going to the universe your father was in and beating the crap out of him both for cheating and abandoning you

So now, the fact that he didn't have a "talk" with him is impressive, what's more so, is that he didn't answer miguel at the moment

Is he being funny?

No way he thinks that i must answer

Did he hit his head, is he insane?

Taking a breath, you look in his eyes, red irises, red and puffy "out." you said, continuing your tour around your house, then heading to the door where miguel stood, going past him and leaving, you could swear if you had a knife you could cut the tension he caused, as if he ever caused anything else to you

"be safe" he said

"as if they needed to hear that from you" hobie scoffed, slowly reaching his limits

"Come on we're gonna be late" you said, already out the door

sorry for not posting, just can't seem to write lately,but i promise to get them doe eventually!

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon's Month - Pride

day 18 @youngroyals-events

Simon invites his best friend and ~ultimate ally~ Wille to join him at Pride.

Or, S1 “I’m not like that” Wilhelm meets S2 petty Simon.

read below or on ao3 (T, 2.3k)

“And then,” Simon practically shouts, exasperated, “he just left, saying he had to be home for dinner!” He throws his hands up to emphasize just how ridiculous the whole situation is. Ayub tries to cut in, but Simon isn’t quite finished. “Like, I know his family is weird, but it was only 3pm. There’s no way they eat dinner at 3pm.”

They’re all gathered in Simon’s room, waiting for their pizza to show up, Rosh lounging in his desk chair and Ayub sat on his bed. Simon had called them in for an immediate debrief.

Rosh stares at him tiredly. “Isn’t this the third time he’s said he’s ‘not like that’ after you two have kissed?”

Simon gives her a look that says, duh, we’ve been over this.

“Okay,” she continues, voice flat and bored, “maybe stop kissing him, then.”

“Please,” Simon scoffs. “Have you seen him? If he kisses me, I’m going to kiss him back.”

“Yes, we’ve both seen Wille,” Ayub says from beside him. “But, seriously, bro, how long are we going to keep having this same conversation? What if next time you just… don’t kiss him back?”

“Or, I don’t know, fucking talk to him about it,” Rosh adds.

“No way.” Simon crosses his arms and leans back against the wall, a wicked smile growing on his face. “I have a plan to prove he is definitely like that.”

A few weeks later, sans more kissing or “I’m not like that” incidents, Simon invites Wille to join him, Rosh, and Ayub at Stockholm Pride.

When Simon raises an eyebrow at Wille’s quick acceptance, Wille punches him gently in the shoulder and says, “You know, allies are allowed at pride, too, Simon.”

That nearly makes Simon burst into laughter, but, instead, he nods sweetly, “Of course they are, Wille.”

Soon after, he tells Rosh and Ayub about his plan.

“Simon,” Rosh says in her lecture voice, “I get what you’re doing, but don’t force him out of the closet.”

“I’m not!” Simon exclaims, then calms himself to show how sincere he’s being. “I would never do that. I swear. I’m not going to take it that far. It’s just a bit of fun.”

Just a week after Wille’s 17th birthday, they meet at Simon’s, then they’ll catch the train into the city together. Rosh laughs at Simon when he exits his room, already peering out the window to check whether Wille has arrived yet.

“Woah,” Ayub chuckles. “New wardrobe, Simme?”

Simon glances down at his tight, cropped white tank top and ripped, baggy purple jeans. He’s even added a chain to the belt loop, re-pierced his ears with a couple black studs, and smudged some dark eyeliner on his waterline. He grins up at his friends. “Great, isn’t it? Wille’s gonna die.”

Rosh rolls her eyes. “I don’t know if dressing like—”

“Shut up!” Simon snaps, running towards the door. “He’s here!”

Simon only falters slightly when he sees Wille coming up the steps in his light-wash jeans and relaxed white tee. The summer sun has already begun to bleach Wille’s hair and bring out his freckles, which makes Simon feel a bit weak. Even if his plan doesn’t work, he’d take another rejection just to kiss Wille one more time.

Recovering quickly, pasting on a sly smile and dropping his eyelids slightly, Simon says casually, “Hey. Ready?”

His plan seems to be working already, because Wille nearly trips over his feet, catching himself on the wooden column of the front porch, eyes flitting over Simon rapidly.

“Wille?” he prompts again, holding back a smirk.

Wille’s eyes snap up to his, and he opens his mouth to speak. Simon catches the moment Wille notices the eyeliner, and no sound comes out. Simon grins.

“Come on guys!” He shouts over his shoulder into the house, then hooks his arm with Wille’s and leads him out toward Rosh and Ayub’s mopeds.

The train ride is rather normal, though Wille sits a bit closer to Simon than usual, and he keeps stumbling over his words whenever they make eye contact.

It makes Simon feel very pleased as they finally arrive at their destination, following the crowds of people holding rainbow flags and decked out in glitter toward the main festivities. Plan aside, Simon smiles wide at the sight of everyone coming together to celebrate, knowing how much work it has taken to get here, how many people have given so much to make this possible, how many people around the world still suffer for such an “issue”. That he gets to be here, with his best friends, proudly celebrating who they are, is a blessing.

The parade starts not long after they arrive, and somehow they manage to squeeze right up to the front of the street with a great view. All four of them watch on, amazed, as the incredible floats go by, a million colors, a million flags. It’s hot as balls, and Simon is starting to regret his choice of jeans, but he’s happy to be here, nonetheless.

He thought he’d have to work harder for his plan, but he doesn’t. Not far into the parade, he spots another boy smiling at him through the crowd of people. As the boy approaches, dodging through the sea of people, Simon notices how pretty he is, with his black hair buzzed short and a rainbow painted across his chest in lieu of a shirt. Not as pretty as Wille, but still quite pretty, and he’s smiling at Simon, so Simon smiles back.

Buzzcut slides up next to Simon and introduces himself. It’s a little hard to hear over the crowd and the music from the floats, but Simon grins and greets him back. With one part of himself, he attempts to listen to Buzzcut’s flirting. With another part, he watches Wille out of the corner of his eye. Wille’s smile has shrank slightly, no longer as intensely focused on the parade. No, now he’s only watching Simon, looking mildly jealous.

Simon giggles at something Buzzcut says, and Wille turns away, putting his back to Simon. That almost makes Simon scoff, because how can Wille have the audacity to be pissed at Simon when Simon isn’t the one who keeps stringing him along, playing this dumb push and pull game. Simon doesn’t want to force Wille out of the closet — of course he doesn’t, he’d never do that to anyone — but Simon could do without the confusing situation they’ve found themselves in where Wille keeps kissing Simon, kissing him in a way that makes Simon’s toes curl, then running away as if something is wrong with Simon. Simon doesn’t want to be an experiment, he does not want to be a secret boyfriend for the little rich boy to keep in his back pocket for whenever he feels like kissing a boy. Maybe Simon is just tired of wondering if there’s something wrong with him, something that makes him not enough for Wille, when Wille is all he’s ever wanted.

Maybe the heat is getting to Simon and making him a little emotional.

Eventually, Simon and Buzzcut get pulled in two different directions by their friends. The moment the other boy is out of their eyeline, Wille lightens up again, talking happily with Ayub about the different displays and which performers they’re excited about for that evening.

They head towards the park to grab a drink to cool off and to walk through the booths of vendors selling various merch or fundraising for certain organizations. Rosh and Ayub break off, looking for food, leaving Wille and Simon to browse, just the two of them.

He and Wille walk between tables and groups of people gathered on the grass. It seems everyone around them is wearing a big smile, so relaxed and carefree. Someone approaches them, saying they’re handing out free pride stickers. They offer up a whole plethora, every single pride flag you could imagine, and Simon happily takes a gay flag sticker, smiling at the pretty shades of green and purple.

Glancing over, he sees Wille staring at the stickers with wide eyes. He looks almost panicked, frozen in his spot, so Simon gently prompts, “Do you want one, Wille?”

Wille snaps out of his daze, eyes shooting up to meet Simon’s, then over to the stranger’s.

“No,” he smiles tightly. “Thank you, though.” Then, he turns and moves on to the next booth.

Simon smiles awkwardly at the person and heads after Wille.

“Hey—” he starts.

“You wanna go find Rosh and Ayub?” Wille interrupts, like he hadn’t even heard Simon, panicked look gone from his face. “I’m getting hungry.”

“Oh. Okay. Yeah, sure.”

Simon follows after Wille, moving through the crowds with purpose, and soon enough they find their other friends. The four of them find a spot on the grass to sit and eat, relaxing in the shade and enjoying the lively atmosphere. There’s still an hour or two before the music starts up, so they hang out there, joking and chatting with people around them.

As soon as the music starts up, they jump from their seats and rush towards the stage with the rest of the crowd.

It’s loud and packed and sweaty, and it’s everything. They jump and dance in the warm lights of the setting sun and the neon spotlights from the stage, singing along to the songs they know and laughing to those they don’t. Even Wille has fully loosened up again, taking Simon’s hands to swing him around in the small amount of space around them. Simon cackles, trying not to trip over anyone’s feet, or his own, his chest bursting with happiness.

At some point, their hands part, but they continue to dance, until Simon’s hand gets taken up by someone else’s. It’s not Buzzcut from earlier that day, but a different pretty boy with blonde curls and a bright smile. Over his shoulder, he sees Wille laughing and dancing ridiculously with Ayub, so he lets the boy pull him in to dance.

The plan is stupid, he decides. He can’t make Wille like him, he can’t make Wille come out before he’s ready. It isn’t fair of him. It all came out of him being selfish and a little heartbroken.

He dances with the new boy, but not too close, because it just doesn’t really feel right. It stays friendly and carefree, and the other boy is a rather good dancer, so Simon doesn’t mind. He focuses more on the music anyway, wondering what it would be like to be up on that stage, performing for hundreds of people. Maybe he could do that sometime, perform at Pride.

Simon glances over to check on his friends and sees Wille watching him. He’s just standing there, gaze switching between Simon and the boy beside him. Then, he’s turning around and leaving, pushing his way through the crowd.

Simon immediately follows after, waving off Rosh when she tries to stop him.

He barely manages to keep up, keeping an eye on the top of Wille’s head weaving between people.

They end up in a sparse part of the park, tucked in the back behind a tree. The sound of the performance still going on is muffled at this distance, just bass-filled background noise.

“Wille—”

“I get it, okay?!” Wille spins around, voice sharp. “It’s great to be out and proud and to have a community you connect with. I fucking get it.”

He looks really angry, and Simon feels guilt crawl up his throat. It was never meant to go this far, it was just supposed to be a fun thing to pull Wille out of his shell. Maybe Simon was pulling a little too hard.

“I’m sorry,” Simon says gently, taking another step forward. “I didn’t mean to—”

“You don’t think I wish I could do that?” Wille flicks a hand back toward where they came from, chest still heaving with frustration. “Flirt and dance with random boys? Pick sticker of a flag that,” he puts his fingers up to mimic quotes, “‘fits’ me?”

Simon remains silent, unsure of how to handle this situation. This seems like more than being jealous of the other boys talking to Simon.

“Fuck, Simon,” Wille sighs. The anger goes from his voice, and he deflates, suddenly just looking very sad, staring at the ground and running his hands anxiously through his hair. “It’s not even my parents or whatever. I didn’t— I didn’t even know I could like boys like that until I met you.”

Simon’s heart flutters excitedly in his chest at Wille’s words, despite the defeated tone. He takes another step forward, wanting to touch Wille so badly, to comfort him.

“I don’t even know if I do like any other boys. Or who I like at all. How the hell am I supposed to know?” He finally meets Simon’s eye again, brows knitted in confusion and sadness.

“You don’t have to know,” Simon says quietly, holding Wille’s gaze. “You don’t have to label it at all. You can like whoever you want, however you realize. There’s even an unlabeled flag. You can say queer or gay or nothing at all. You don’t owe it to anyone.”

Wille nods, looking slightly relieved, but he’s still got a wrinkle between his eyes, and Simon’s chest hurts at the sight.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been rubbing this,” Simon gestures around them, “in your face all day. I was just— I really like you, Wille. I mean, no, I love you. You’re my best friend, but I also love you, and it hurts to be kissed by the boy you love and then to watch him run away. I just got all mixed up and angry. I was being stupid. I’m really sorry, Wille.”  

During his rambling, Simon��s eyes had dropped to the dark grass, too scared to see Wille’s reaction.

“You’re not stupid.”

He looks up again and finds Wille standing right before him, only a foot or so separating their faces.

“I’m sorry, too.” Wille’s voice is quiet, and Simon is sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear it if the rest of the world around them hadn’t faded into darkness. “I shouldn’t have ever run away from you. You didn’t deserve that. I was just scared.”

“It’s okay.”

“No.” Wille grabs his hands, and Simon’s breath catches. “It’s not okay. But, I promise to make it up to you.”

He nods and gives Wille a small smile.

“I don’t know what ‘like that’ means,” Wille says, inching forward, “but if ‘like that’ means loving you, then I am definitely ‘like that’.”

“Wille,” Simon giggles.

“What?”

Simon grins up at Wille. “Kiss me.”

This time, Wille doesn’t run away. Instead, they run together, hand in hand, back into the crowd.

[edgessunflower]

Help me alone in the dark

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader x Dominik Mysterio

Description: During the darkest time of your life, you are unexpectedly pulled out of the darkness and swept off your feet by two truly kind and wonderful men

The last thing you expected was not only to find pure happiness with another person but to find it with two people was the most unexpected and amazing change to ever happen to you. You're on edge as you sit backstage knowing something was going to happen, you went to get air outside but as you walk you are suddenly grabbed and beaten on the ground screaming in pain as you stare in the cold eyes of Randy Orton fighting as hard as you could until you were lifeless on the floor, you stare blankly at him walking away until you suddenly see more sets of feet wincing in pain as you try to breath turning your head to the ceiling as black dots appeared in your vision slowly everything went black the last thing you barely see before going out was a hand and someone's eyes, you wake to see six people around you "Thank god we got a match against him" you turn to see your friend Dominik next to you with Damian on your other side. You see Rhea at the foot of your bed with Jey Uso beside her while Finn sat next to the doorway and Rey leaned against the wall until tears flowed down your face and grabbed dom making him jump up and hug you as you squeeze damian's hand while everyone else is relieved of you being awake each of them hugging you, slowly you recovered and instead of being alone like before dom and damian were by your side from the moment you came home even spending nights at your house until one day you almost fall over when you realize how much you truly cared for the two men, you end up spilling everything to jey who told you to follow your heart even if you were terrified of caring so deeply about your two friends deciding to take the risk and tell them, you were walking to your room when you turned and gently called the two before saying words you wanted to say for so long "I love you boys" you walk in your room right after saying the words. You sit down on your bed until you sit in the corner of your window staring at the dark sky filled with stars until you hear your door open turning to see dom beside you and damian walking to the two of you before they are both an inch in front of you "We have been hiding something from you and...God we don't want to lose you" you feel as if your gonna burst as you hear what they both were saying until you are gently pulled up between the two realizing as you look at dom that it was his eyes you had seen before you went out after the attack which makes you tear up as you smile at the two before turning and kissing damian that made your mouth tingle, your heart race, and your body feel warm everywhere as you pull away to catch your breath while he rubbed his thumb against your hip having a chill run down your spine as you feel dom's fingers run down your spine feeling your heart stop when you see damian's hands on the waistband of your shorts before you see the two looking at you patiently which made you feel safe as you slowly nod raising your arms making them smile before in one movement you were standing in your under clothes "Strapless huh?" you raise a brow at dom smirking at you while damian chuckles placing a kiss on your cheek. You stop them grabbing and holding their hands as they see tears flow down your face but you smile at them when they think you changed your mind "I was going to tell you guys but I didn't know how..." you are pulled into their arms as you slowly let the emotions pour out of you with your head on damian's chest and arms wrapped around both of them while holding their hands "The two of you have brought more than just friendship into my life, you've brought true honesty, raw kindness, and unconditional love that you saved me without either of you even knowing" they smile before sharing a kiss with you before all three of you shared one before things took a slow, romantic, and emotional turn between the three of you.