#gonna stop playing once the final shape drops

[kaiserouo]

Yay it's warframe ramble, the game i said i will never touch but still jumped in head first into the franchise anyways.

Im 5.6 hours in and i don't even know which part is the tutorial because i still feel like everything is a tutorial. I have no idea what half of the things im seeing are and its probably gonna get worse. Im just doing things randomly and trying my hardest not to look up anything build related because that's definitely gonna be a rabbit hole (and im guessing excalibur definitely isnt meta)

The starter bow is only good at killing the junction boss without moving a step. The projectile speed is just miserable to use in any other scenario. Guns are kinda trash at the start if you can just infinite bullet jump on their face and melee everyone. So is k drive. Feels good to have at least a little movement ability after destiny 2, its basically infinite eager edge and youd know how happy i am with that.

Crafting takes ages but its not a big deal for now. It seems like to craft a warframe you have to earn warframe parts by some kind of destination quest? which im not interested in because im just as not interested in said warframes.

I want to slice the orbitor door open and drag myself out before the quest lets me do so.

Campaign feels okay but any other mission thingy on the planets feels kinda random. Im playing solo so everything feels like assassins creed kinda campaign but im a robot with infinite eager edge instead. Also speaking of which why does parazon look exactly like a hidden blade? hmm.

Im thinking about the possibility to use excalibur and excalibur only up until i get excalibur umbra. Judging by the progress for now its probably gonna take forever.

He's cute.

Yes im ending this post with that.

[phant0mth1ef]

more of bakugou x support course reader!

after you’d fixed his gauntlets, he realized just how much you’d improved them as he was training in class one day, noticing how they’re able to withstand his blasts as if nothing had happened, and noticing that you etched the word dynamight onto the rim of the silver at the bottom of the grenade shaped gauntlet.

he found himself in the support course work room once again, looking aroundbto see if he could find you to, well, somewhat thank you and ask if you had any other recommendations to add to his costume.

his shoes hit the floor as he was able to fully see the room during the day, watching as the students shuffled around and didn’t just casually cater to someone standing in their doorway, they were too engrossed in their own projects.

he grabbed one’s shoulder as they tried to speed by him, almost dropping the poor boy as his items fell on the floor.

“where’s extra #1?” he asked, his eyes squinting at the boy who just wanted to grab his things and go.

“who?” the boy squeaked.

“extra #1!” he whisper shouted as the confusion on the boy’s face never faltered.

“…”

“l/n.” he finally gave up, realizing the boy wasn’t gonna understand what he meant.

“oh! she’s currently over at mirko’s agency! she designs support gear for her y’know! she’s so talented.” the boy gushed as bakugou swore he saw a slight blush on his cheeks before pushing him forward and letting him go, walking out the door.

he normally wouldn’t do this. but oh man did he really need that support gear today! the boy was walking around town looking for the number 5 hero’s agency, even stopping some people on patrol to ask!

he was outside the doors, watching with anticipation as he looked inside, watching power loader scold you, a sheepish smile on your face.

bakugou opened the doors, a soft music playing in the background as he caught the end of your conversation with the teacher.

“and get your grades up or i’m taking your keys to the lab!”

you put a hand behind your neck as you looked towards who had just walked in the door, a look of confusion on your face as you spotted the blonde hero in training.

you had grease on your face and dirt covering your arms up to your elbows, and yet he didn’t find himself completely repulsed, just fascinated.

“bakugou? what’re you doing here?” you spoke, a large screw in your hand as you waved him over.

“i, uh, i need your help with something.”

you nodded.

“d’ya have anymore recommendations for me? like to add onto my hero outfit? i liked the way you messed with my gauntlets.

“you came all the way over here to ask me that?” your tone was questioning, and your face wasn’t having any of it.

“listen! i’ve got a mission soon and if you do have anything to add i want it on by then! got it, extra?!” he got defensive quick.

“are you forgetful or do you just like to piss me off?”

he was stubborn, you were stubborn.

the perfect match for one another!

“tch. y’know what i don’t even know why i bothered coming out here! clearly you’re just an egotistical asshole.” he turned around.

“fine! then go! i’m not exactly asking to design your support gear anyway! bitch.” you said with pride, although you whispered the last part.

as the door jingled, signaling his exit, you could hear footsteps approaching from behind you.

“well well well, seems like we’ve found someone with enough spunk to finally match yours!” mirko clapped, announcing that out loud to everyone who was sitting in the lobby.

“tch. he wishes.”

“i dunno, the way you were talking to each other, i’d say there’s some romantic tension there, aren’t i right akari?” she turned to her assistant who nodded.

the next day bakugou showed up to the lab, just sitting there waiting to be acknowledged, although you blatantly ignored him the whole time he was there, going on with your day while people from his class walked in and were instantly assisted, even deku.

he would sit there and wait. and that’s all he’d do. day after day for a whole week before you finally begun to notice him sitting there.

“alright i can’t focus with you huffing and puffing in the corner over there!” you dropped your tools, clanking against one another as they hit your workspace.

“i don’t want to help you. but you’ve got persistence. i’ll give you that.” you said as you grabbed some things from a drawer, shoving them into his chest.

“what’s this?”

“a mix of different things. smaller compact grenades that pack a bigger punch than your other ones, these are ear plugs that’ll allow you to hear without damaging your hearing further, this is a roll of tape. for you to shut up.” you gave a chesire grin at the last one.

surprisingly, he chuckled. he didn’t think he’d ever find someone who… “matched his freak,” as mina would describe it.

he also found himself liking the feeling of sitting there and watching you in your element, so much that he begun to come in after classes just to chat with you while you worked.

you weren’t as bad as he thought, he wasn’t as bad as you thought.

you could get used to this.

[augustinewrites]

cw: jjk manga spoilers (up to 221), blood, sword fights heh + note: it's finally here, and somehow it's worse than shibuya!

“is he gonna be mad?”

“satoru?” you snort lightly, taking another bite of your frozen yogurt. “he’s just going to ask if you won. he might try to take the sequel of that new book set you got as punishment— but i’ll see what i can do.” 

across the table, megumi huffs, leaning back into the plush booth. you’d picked him up early from school today, the reason being yet another suspension. his second since he’d started the school year. you suppose that’s the reason for his sullen disposition and existential crisis. 

“am i a bad person?”

you glance up at him in acknowledgement, but take a moment before answering. he stirs the frozen yogurt around in its cup, looking rather glum.

there’s a delicate way of going about these types of things. children (especially teenagers) are complicated creatures. they’re still at their most malleable, your words and actions shaping their very future.

“i don’t think you’re a bad person, megumi,” you answer softly, setting your spoon down. 

“but i…i keep doing bad stuff,” he argues dejectedly. “and— and i was mean to tsumiki—”

“hey. no one’s born wanting to do bad things,” you tell him. “and when they do…it’s usually more complicated than we think. there are bad situations where sometimes we have to do bad things. even if we don’t want to. even if we’re not proud of them.” 

“but how do you know that i’m not?” he asks again, and your heart aches. 

“because i know you,” you smile. “i’ve known you for eight years, megumi. yeah, i think you could afford to try using your words instead of your fists once in a while, and be a little nicer to your sister…but i know everything you do comes from a good place.”

megumi doesn’t reply, staring out the window with that pensive frown of his. all you can do is wonder if you and satoru have done right by him. if you’re doing right by him now. (such is the life of a parent, you suppose.)

all you can do is hope. 

“hey,” you grin, holding your hand out to him. “promise me something?”

_____

you stumble backwards, narrowly avoiding being gutted by a sword. gasping, your fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt, the material sliced right above the small, almost imperceptible bump of your stomach. 

your megumi would never hurt you. your megumi, your sweet, gentle boy who still muttered the song about bunny ears as he tied his shoes. who always offered his sister the last bite of cake, even though you knew he wanted it for himself. who cried the first time his shikigami were injured in battle. 

but this isn’t megumi.

you barely dodge the blade again, ducking and sending your demon dogs out to slow him down as you sprint down the alley. your heart shatters at the sound of a high-pitched whine, but you can’t stop, you can’t look back—

“going somewhere?”

you skid to a stop in front of him, staggering back as quickly as you can. 

megumi— no, sukuna stands in front of you now, holding a sword you’d taught his vessel how to make, how to use. 

“please,” you beg, thinking of tsumiki’s body a few blocks away. thinking of gojo in the prison realm. you can’t lose anyone else today. “please let him go.”

“i don’t think so,” he grins, sick and twisted as he slowly makes his way towards you. “if only he’d unlocked his full potential sooner. if only you had.” 

“he’s just a child.” you say, voice trembling. you look around. there’s no use in running. he’s gotten much too strong.

but you’re not ready to die either.

he wasn’t patient, lunging first and taking the offense. it’s a struggle to meet him at every swing, deflecting blows that send tremors down the sword’s point of impact and reverberate through your arms. 

playing defence is the smart move. you’d wait for an opening or a drop in his own defence. then your goal would be to disarm him and attempt to grant yourself an advantage. 

(in theory, at least.)

when your swords lock once more, he forces them to the side, kicking you square in the chest. the impact knocks you onto your back. before you can get up, he’s on top of you, driving his sword into your shoulder.

the pain is so blinding, so white-hot and tortuous that you almost immediately pass out when he pulls it free and tosses it out of your reach. 

sukuna is in your face now, lips peeled back into a smirk as he laughs, the top of his finger slowly dragging down your face.

“putting you down now would be letting this brat off too easy. doing it slowly, however—”

“get off her.”

your heart skips a beat. that voice. 

there’s a flash of recognition in megumi’s eyes. just a for a second. 

“satoru?” 

“is that any way to treat the person who washed your underwear for almost ten years?” he tsks, hands in his pockets as he steps into the alley, quite literally kicking the king of curses off of you.

he sweeps you off the floor as gently as possible, your stomach flipping at the familiar sensation of being teleported.

you’re not in the alley anymore, you’re up on the roof of a building. as soon as satoru sets you on your feet, you look up, studying his face. the eyes you love so much stare back at you. 

the emotions you’d kept bottled up since he’d been gone pour out at once. proof of your heartache, anger, pain, and loneliness spilling over your lash line.

suddenly there’s too much space between you and you tentatively take a step forward. 

“it’s you,” you breathe. “it’s really you.” 

he says your name softly, and arms you’d longed for envelop you. you feel safe, if only for a moment.

“you need to get to ieiri,” he whispers, a hand cupping your cheek gently. “go. i’ll stop him.”

you both close your eyes, as if the words hurt.

_____

“promise me you’ll always be good.” 

megumi sighs, but places his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly.

“i’ll see what i can do.”

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Nobody Knows My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

Joel Miller x Werewolf F!Reader

Here's my late halloween contribution!

Warnings: monster sex, werewolf!reader, brief rimming, ball nipping, oral m!receiving, breeding kink, battle of dominance

18+ ONLY

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‘HeY! Tommy—shh!—no sorry not you I’m just—fuck, stop that!”

Burying the receiving end of the phone into his shirt, Joel puts his finger to his lips to shush you before shoving your clawed hand away. He puts the speaker back on his ear. “Sorry we—“

A strong growl rumbles below Joel.

“You got a dog or something?” Tommy chuckles on the other end.

“Uhhh--“ Joel looks down at you, now on all fours and nudging his clothed sack with your pointed snout. “StoP! Shit--“ he tries to push your nose away but you keep coming back, inhaling deeply through your blackened sniffer with heightened senses. You let out a low howl from your throat of approval, pawing at his jeans now to get them off. “Y-yeah— I mean no! We’re watching a friend’s dog—“

“You gonna keep it?”

“Wh-no. She’s being a —very-bad-dog!” He enunciates at you. “I’m gonna tell them she can’t play here anymore when she’s like this.”

You scoff, knowing deep inside your wolf brain he’s full of empty threats. 

If you really wanted to annoy him, you’d crush his phone under your foot, pin him down, and force you needs onto him. you'd actaully done that before, only to wake up with little memory next to a Joel who looked like he got hit by truck.

You were actually being a VERY good girl tonight given the circumstances.

He pushes you away with finality, walking away towards the bedroom.

You should try to behave, but its so difficult once this shape takes form. It's like asking a kid on halloween to wait to open candy until he's out of his costume and washed up for bed. you couldn't communicate with him, your wolf-like vocal cards unable to form words. But your gestures lead to pretty obvious intentions, and Joel was not getting it one bit.

Luckily, he isn’t prepared when you pounce on his back, making him grunt an “oof!” And falling flat on the bed.

“Joel?” Tommy asks, concern laced in his voice from the other end of the call.

“Shit—Yeah I’m—alright…stubbed my toe.”

You flip him around like he’s nothing. In your current state, he actually does weigh nothing to you. He tries not to yell as you start literally tearing his jeans off, the shredded denim falling by your side.

He coughs, trying to play it cool as if some monster didn't just rip all his clothes off with a single swipe. “I’m gonna have to—“ your sharp teeth pull down his boxers, revealing his rapidly hardening cock. A devilish grin spreads across your elongated mouth, salvia pooling in drops and falling to his stomach.

“Don't!—F-FUck!” He yelps as you wrap your sticky, long tongue around his member, a full 360 covering from base back up to the tip. Your warm breath is fanning his mushroom tip as your tongue jerks him off, granting you a hum of approval. Joel’s eyes go a little crossed, leaning back into the pillow and feeling himself float. “Tommy—No I’m not getting off right now—“ he furls his brows, unable to put his eyes on you and instead, pushes his palm along your furry forehead, knees digging into the matress trying to get away from your grip.

You growl again at his profuse denial of you. 

Shredding his shirt off as well, your leathered paws glide roughly over his chest and soft stomach.  You lick over his nipples, down to his naval and soaking his happy trail with slobbery kisses before returning to suckle his cock easily in your mouth.

In human form, Joel’s girth is impossible to take in one go, leaving you often choking and having to jack the rest of his member with your other two hands. But when you’re in wolf form, with your now larger frame and more importantly, longer chops, he fits just perfectly without any trouble. You had gotten pretty good at avoiding scraping with your larger teeth, instead now pressing your twitching nose deep into his pelvis while his cock breaches your throat heavenly. He closes his eyes, arched up in bliss and forgetting his brother on the phone.

“Tommy—I’m—not feeling great… this dog…I gotta—I’m—“

You flips him over again to his face, your tongue slitting between his ass cheeks and gliding over his taint. Joel lets out a shocked whine when you prod at his hole, glazing over it until slick from your saliva coats his entrance enough to slip the very tip inside. 

“‘Mgonnahavetocallyouback—“ Joel smashes the end call button with stumbled fingers. 

“You’re not putting anything in my ass tonight,” he groans as you lap at his entrance. 

You snap at him angrily, nudging his balls with your nose again. He feels your teeth nip along them as gently but hungrily as possible, hoping he’ll finally take the hint.

“Do you want me to fill you or not?” He asks, turning over and tossing his phone.

Your tail wags excitedly, fast panting jiggling your belly.

You lean back, spread your legs, as two clawed fingers spread your hairy folds. He can see it glistening with hormonal juices even with the slick fur around it. You lazily roll your paw in circled motions, a general amount of your wolf pussy juices dribbling down below and fillinig the room. Tongue lolled to the side with a heavy look in your eyes, your quick breaths dry you out, licking over your chops over and over again as Joel positions himself between your legs, his leaking cock in one hand.

“Ugh—wait—“

He reaches behind him to fish a few viagra’s, knowing even he will tire after a few round of half dozen, but you’ll be needing his seed pounded deep into your womb for at least 15 times tonight.

He mounts you like a dog, one foot propped up on the bed while the other steadies on his knee. “You gonna be a good pup tonight?”

You shake your head no teasingly, spreading yourself wider for him.

“No? How else am I gonna fill ya with a litter?”

You whine out dramatically, pleading with him. He keeps slapping his dick along your slit, giving himself a good warm pussy soaking without actually doing you any favors. “Not sure you’re worth breeding with pups since you’ve been so—“

Your jaws snap shut with a vibrating growl. One whole paw wraps around Joel’s waist as you hoist him towards you, his dick finally penetrating your walls. You let out a delicious howl, using him to fuck yourself. 

“HEY I’m not—shit baby—not a fuckin—toy!” It’s so easy for him to get lost in your cunt, internally much warmer and almost sucking him back in for more. You’re probably meant to take another werewolf’s cock, a werewolf’s knot, something proportionate, but you always go feral for Joel. And Joel’s a blessed guy down there. You enjoy the fact that you can be stretched wide in human form, but needing no preamble in wolf form.

And wolf or not, Joel Miller has breeder balls. The scent alone of his seed swimming inside them sends you into early heat each time, leading to nights like this where you’re biting at his sack then pinning him down until he dumps load after sticky load into your womb.

He doesn’t have a knot, but having human cock in werewolf pussy has its perks. Like how he can push deep inside, his balls snugly pressed against your entrance until they slip inside too. The two of you groan lowly as he ruts himself inside you. Your walls practically swallow his cock and balls all in one, refusing to let him pop them back out. Warm and wet, you can feel all of his twitching inside you, ready to give you those pups you’d been begging him for. Whether he understood that or not from you, it didn’t matter.

Joel grips your fur tight as he splatters his cum inside you. Maybe this time, it’s deep enough that it’ll take.

Even so, you’ve got the rest of the night to find out.

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[igotanidea]

Shower: J.T x fem!reader

Request: from the prompt list: "for sparring to turn into sex "+ "I told you to be quiet" + "they're gonna catch us" with Jason.

@parkjammys I'm sorry in advance, I know this is probably not what you had in mind, but I just couldn;t fight the urge to play and twist those prompts a bit.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI!

A/N: It's written in the Ego!verse and can be read as a next part to Growing up

***

„You got rusty” Jason smirked, while looking at Y/N’s workout simulation 

„Well, I’ve been in a cast for almost two months thanks to your older brother.” She scoffed brushing hair off her forehead. As if she didn’t know it took a heavy toll on her physique. She was panting after a beginner level program and absolutely hated it. It was like a cheek.

“It was NOT my fault!” Dick objected overhearing the conversation

“That’s just some poor explanation, Y/N” Todd mocked, making her clench her fists. “And you are not going to get back to shape and get cleared for the field if you keep it so easy.”

“Why don’t you cut your girl some slack, Todd? Even if she’s not capable of kicking your ass she can always go full meta on you.“ Tim muttered from the corner, too busy to look their direction while punching a dummy, but still not dropping the opportunity to torment his older brother.

“Oh, I am fully capable of kicking his ass.” Y/N panted “Right here, right now.”

“Is that a dare?” Jason lifted the corner of his mouth, his eyes glistening predator-like, eyeing her like a prey.

“Are you chickening out?” she pouted and tilted her head “scared of a girl, Red Hood?”

“Aren’t you scared of getting humiliated in front of the whole family?” he retorted taking a step forward her

“Do you want me to go full Ego on you?” he mimicked his movement and at the moment they were just standing in front of each other, inches away, their bodies almost touching while the other members of the family stopped their own workouts and focused on watching.

“Wouldn’t you like that, princess.” He whispered leaning over her, his hot breath on her face “I got some many thoughts in my head….”

“Do you two need a room?” Dick’s voice chimed in and brought them both back to reality. It’s been a moment since they were intimate (once again, the stupid cast!) and all they needed was a spark to forget all the surroundings and get lost in each other. But the audience was definitely not needed and upon Grayson’s words they practically recoiled from each other.

“Yeah.” Jason scratched his neck awkwardly “give me a room to pin her down.”

“Wouldn’t you like that” she laughed and it made him blush a bit. Shit. He would like that, but not with his sibling around.

“If you’re so smart and bold why don’t you go at me without using your little mind games?” he hissed clenching his fist. Fuck, he wanted her and if he didn’t start blowing the steam off that very second it would start to show.

“Promise not to go easy on me, Todd?” she spun around taking a stance on the fighting mat, facing him with that arcane look. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Then it’s a deal.”

“Wait!” Stephanie yelled “I’m opening the bets! 10 bucks on Y/N!”

“10 bucks?!” Y/N scoffed “so little faith in me, Steph! That’s pretty offending!”

“That’s all I have, y/n/n/, don’t let me down.” The blonde blew a kiss her friends direction and grinned.

“Ready you two?” Grayson rubbed his hand acting like a judge on the ring “set. Go!”

Neither Jason nor Y/N moved in the slightest. They knew each other too well to take  any sudden action, instead focusing on eyeing each other, calculating every gesture. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she took tiniest step forward and the real fight burst out.  

Y/N took a slide and before Jason with his tank build realized what was happening she was behind him, punching his shoulder blades and making him fall forward a bit, but still not enough to cause him to fully loose the balance.

“Backstabbing, princess?” he smirked turning to face her and throwing a punch which she blocked easily, grabbing his arm and twisting it, causing him to groan.

“Go Y/N!” Steph yelled happily and that sudden exclaim distracted her giving Jason opportunity to put his other arm around her waist and lift her in the air.

“Let go off me!” she yelled, kicking her feet desperately, hoping to reach his knee or calf, which she knew were more sensitive and prone to injury than any other part of his body, but failed at that, instead ending up being held like a unruly kid, arms pinned to her sides. “Damn it!”

“Giving up already?”

“You wish!” Y/N was quick to come up with contingencies and not only because Steph was now literally biting her nails watching the scene unravelling in front of her eyes. Since it was impossible to use her hands, Y/N swung her legs in the way Dick taught her and not without effort wrapped them around Jason’s neck ending up on his shoulders, strangling him, cutting the air supply, waiting for the familiar patting on her thigh – sign of surrender. 

“Aren’t you a bit too cocky, Ego?” he hissed, trying to throw her from his back, squeezing the ankle of her freshly healed leg making her yelp in pain and loosen the grip.

A mistake which made her end up on the floor, almost losing the battle.

“That hurt you bastard!” she cried out, real tears showing in her eyes.

“I’m not falling for that love” he went forth and in a blink of an eye pressed her to the wall. Their chest touching, moving up and down frantically due to the heavy breath. Was it just because of the fighting?”

“Jason….” she whined, trying to push him away.

“Don’t play dirty.” He whispered into her ear

“ME?” she faked innocence “you are clearly the one happy to have me so close, don’t you, baby?” AUCH!” the girl screamed when he pushed her even more into the wall, his eyes absolutely dark “your family is watching….”

Fuck.

He let go for just a second and it was enough for her to use that against him. In the end he was the one who ended up on the mattress, on his back with Y/N straddling his hips and hands on his chest pinning him down and …. Well…. Feeling something there.

“You think you won?”

“I…” she didn’t get to finish the sentence when he flipped her over, hovering over, his  bodyweight not letting her to get up. “Fuck….” She muttered

“You?” Jason muttered, pressing his body closer to her, whispering in her ear, making her hot and needy and all red. “I can do that….”

“Could you please stop?” Damian muttered, rolling his eyes “why is it so hard to stay professional? It’s just freaking disgusting.”

“So, seems like I won.” Todd grinned, getting up, too proud of himself about making Y/N a flustered mess on the floor.

“I hate you, Todd.” She brushed off his hand which he offered to help her up. “You almost broke my leg again!”

“You know I would never do that. Not to you, Y/N. But Riddler’s goons wouldn’t have any seconds thoughts. You need to be ready for that. “ she turned away from him, angry “Hey.” He put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around “don’t be mad at me, baby….. You know I can’t handle that.”

“Y/N!” Cass called from behind. She was the one who was watching the scene most carefully from all the siblings. Therefore she noticed the slight limp and bruising on Y/N’s ankle and had to make sure her friend was good to go “Leg?”

“I’m fine, Cass.” She sighed deeply “Sorry for making you lose the bet, Steph. Great job, Jason, congratulations, I guess.” She raised on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek briefly.

Probably last thing he needed, since instead of making him calm down the fight with her, feeling her body underneath him while pinning her down did exactly the opposite. And the feeling of her soft lips on his face only fueled him more. He needed her. He wanted her. It’s been too long since he had her.

“You did well, Y/N” Dick patted her shoulder as he walked past him “I think we all had enough for today.  Let’s just hit the showers.”

“Sure….”

Y/N moved towards the bathroom, adjacent to the training room. She knew Jason never meant to hurt her, but once he got into his Red Hood mode, he was oblivious to his own strength. And while fighting she was his opponent, not his girlfriend. And she wanted him to not go easy on her.

But still, it was painful and single unwanted tear flew down her cheek.

She wiped it off, angrily and slowly started taking off her sweaty workout clothes. But before any of them could actually hit the floor,  she felt hands wrapping around her from behind and let out a gasp struggling against the grip.

“Sh!” one palm covered her mouth silencing her in an instance “it’s me, baby. It’s just me.”

“Jace!” she whispered-yelled turning around to face him “what the hell are you…..?” she cut off, her eyes widening and wandering all over him. He was naked. Absolutely naked. And absolutely horny. Ready for action and the sight of him being so hard for her made her let out a moan.

“see anything you like?” he smirked so full of himself.

“Jace….” She whined, wrapping arms around his neck immediately pulling him to a kiss, pressing herself close to him.

Of course, she wanted and needed him too. Maybe even more than he needed her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” he gasped, hands wondering all over her curves, not able to satiate of the feeling of her so close, being so vulnerable in his embrace, so submissive to his every action and movement "I missed you so bad, baby.” Those calloused palms dived under the hem of her sport bra, painfully slowly lifting it up, forcing her to put her arms up and let go of him for a moment. Too long moment for her liking as the second that piece of material was gone she clung to him like a magnet.

“Mmmm.” She whined, feeling his lips on her neck, nibbling softly on the sensitive skin and massaging her breasts, pinching slightly on the pebbled nipples.

“You gotta keep quiet baby.” He smirked, now playing with the hem of her panties, caressing so close to where she needed him “Thin walls. Do you want everyone to hear you?”

“Hmmm.” She muttered mockingly taking a step back entering into the shower cabin, getting rid of her panties herself, completely exposed and motioning for him to follow “Hear us, baby. You’re not exactly the quiet type either. Come get me….” The girl whispered turning the water on, the broad stream dampening her whole body and hair.

She was never hotter.

Those lust-blown eyes, slightly reddened cheeks, plump and kiss-swollen lips …. Her body was practically screaming to him, so ready for more. She was looking at him with that sexy, lustful, seductive expression. All for his taking. With one stride he was next to her, pressing her whole body to his. Closer, closer, closer. And yet still not close enough. Her soft and silky skin, her every curve, all for him and he was not going to oppose to that gift in front of him. Passion and love consumed them both, hot water and the fogged bathroom  creating the steamy atmosphere only added to those feelings an fueled them.  

 “Baby…. Don’t stop, please, fuck, don’t stop” her hands found a way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands and pulling gently, pressing his head and mouth to her skin. “I want more.”

“Did I hurt you?” he suddenly pulled back looking into her eyes “is your leg all right?”

“It hurts….” She whined, pouting and reciprocating his gaze with the saddest, softest expression almost begging him to take care of her. In a very specific way.

“How can I make it better?” he whispered, heavily, resuming nibbling on her neck, causing another whine to slip past her lips.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing…. be … be soft with me today.” She begged “be gentle, baby…. It’s been so long, I forgot how you feel.”

“I’ll remind you. “

“How will you remind me?” she gasped when he bit on her collarbone, hickey already forming, her core throbbing and feeling so neglected, aching.

“I’ll kiss every part  of your perfect body. I’ll make you feel so good baby. I’ll get you high. Let me.”

“Take me, Jace” she moaned clawing on his broad back, his muscles tensing and flexing due to her ministration “now. Please, baby, please, I need you. I need you so bad.” she almost cried, all the sensations overwhelming her.

“Are you sure? Like you said, it’s been a while. Can you really take it?”

“Yes, yes please…. please Jason, please, please.” Tears started falling down her cheeks, masked by the streams of water on her face and he was quick to kiss all that pain away, lips brushing over her jaw and neck, nose rubbing nose before he captured her lips again. She wanted him to be gentle and he was going to comply. Just showing her all the love he had, without words, purely by action.

 “I missed this.” he whispered tracing a pattern up her inner thigh, causing her to spread her legs slightly “I missed being with you like this. Away from everyone, just us.”

“Mhmmm.” She shuddered when his fingers found their destination “Just us, baby. You and me. I’m all yours.”

“And I’m yours. Tell me how to please you princess. Tell me what you need. Tell me how you need. I want to know all your little fantasies.”

“No fantasies. Not today.” She shook her head “Not here. I want it simple. Just lift me and don’t let me slip.”

“I won’t” he promised quickly catching up what, how and where she needed, grabbing backs of her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing her into the wall for support, one hand on her back, the other in her hair, massaging gently, tilting her head to get access to more of her skin.

“IT’S COLD!”she let out an involuntary scream taking them both by surprise.

“SH!!” he silenced her again “I told you to be quiet! They are gonna catch us!”

“Do you really think they haven’t realized you sneaked in here the second the training session was over? Please….” She rolled eyes “besides, do you really care? Come on, you have me in the palm of your hand, baby.” She wrapped her arms tighter around him, moving slightly up and down to create any friction and make him take some action. Much to her delight it got her a groan from the back of his throat and she shuddered at that sound “I’m quite the catch, don’t you think? And you can do what you wish with that” her seductive whisper In his ear seemed to finally spur him on.

“The best.” He responded pushing  in. Fighting the urge to just go all in with one thrust, but remembering what she asked him for. And instantly getting the reminder when she writhed with some discomfort, nails digging into his back. He loved that sweet pain, but was still mindful that it indicated that she was pushing past her limits.

“I won’t hurt you.” He whispered, rubbing her back reassuringly, trying to help her relax.

“I know…” she hissed feeling him push another couple inches in “I told you, it’s been….. a moment since we …..  and …. Mmmm.” The slightest frown appeared on her face and her mouth hung open for a while whilst her body started getting a memo of how good it was to have Jason inside her. How perfectly aligned they were. “Jace…..” she gasped out, already wanting and needing more.

“I can stop if you want.”

“Don’t lie to me, Jason. We both know you can’t stop at this point. And I can take it. I promise, I can take it. I want you whole. In me. Now.” she arched her back, trying to take in more of his shaft .

“You have me. I….” he hesitated. Words were still hard, but he felt the urge to say them. To assure her, that what he felt was true and that he cared for her.  “I love you baby. So fucking much.” His lips found hers once more and he bottomed out with one more push swallowing her scream as her pussy fluttered around his digits so deliciously. She was right, he didn’t really care about his family overhearing them going at it, damn, he was fucking proud and bragging about being the one to make her feel good enough to scream (suck that, Grayson). But that little sucker knew that forcing her to keep her mouth shut would result in her clawing on his back again. And he wanted that. She was all his. Her body, her mind, her soul, her screams and moans, her actions.

Everything.

Jason Todd was one selfish and possessive bastard.

But still caring.

“Jace…” she panted when he finally let her lips go, allowing her to take a breath. Not that she was capable of breathing while having him like this.

“You’re good? Can I…..?”

“Just…. Just a second….” She wriggled her hips, adjusting to the stretch, causing him to groan.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to lose it.” He warned, squeezing her butt cheek.

“Oh, I am being tormented here. Forced, used, attacked from behind, abused.” She mocked tearily “poor little me.”

“Forced, baby? Abused? I can’t really see you opposing very actively.”

“Just move you little shit.” She laughed lightly, patting on his shoulder, urging him to start thrusting. And he did. Slowly, carefully. It was easy to get lost in her, but this time he was not going to rush that intimacy. They had all the time in the world. Eternity to worship each other. The external world might as well stop existing and explode and they would be perfectly happy just moving in that sensual, intimate pace, holding onto each other. Living in the bubble they created from their passion and love.

“I….” she whined, throwing her head back, resting it on the tiles and feeling the fire forming in her belly. At this point, her body was on fire and she didn’t care whether the wall was cold or not “I missed this too, Jason. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know….” he mumbled using the opportunity to kiss the exposed column of her throat moving towards her nipples, swirling his tongue around them, licking all the water droplets gathered there making her moan loudly “I’m fucking perfect for you.”

“Jace…..” she started moving against him, chasing her own high. She never knew that slow, soft loving could be so much better and more fulfilling than the rough, fast pace he usually set

“Hm?”

“Please…..”

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop loving me…. Just…. don’t …. ” shit, she was so close.

“I could never, baby. Just want to make you feel good.” He took a step forward, pressing her further into the wall and adjusting the grip on her back, making sure she would not slip.

“You are, but …. More. Please. Please, baby, please, oh, god” he didn’t pick up the pace but started moving harder on her almost making her snap “yes…yes, Jace, yes, baby.” She was no so loud there was not a chance those sounds didn’t echo through the whole manor. Most probably reaching not only the youngest but Alfred and Bruce as well.

Oh, well, that’s really (not) a shame.

“I thought I told you to be quiet, princess?”

“Fuck! Fuck! I don’t care! AH! Jason! Jace, baby, yes! Yes! Fuck! Please! God, baby, don’t …. So close…. Mmmm…”  

“You’re gonna come for me, baby? Right now? Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

“JA…..” he didn’t give her even the slightest chance to scream his whole name, pressing his mouth on her swallowing the other part of it, feeling her body shudder and shake in his arms.

She was so fragile, so vulnerable, so sensitive and so overstimulated that even when he himself came, she was still clinging onto him. Not wanting to let go. Wanting him to stay, to hold her like that, to shower (pun intended) her with aftercare, attention, affection. She just needed him close. Not in a physical way, but emotional. And if he were to pull out and get out of this freaking bathroom, out in the world, forced to face it, she would lose that part of him. She wasn’t ready to let go of her emotional Jason. Not yet.

“Stay.” She begged looking straight into his eyes. “Please, stay.”

“Baby….” He kissed her forehead, slowly dropping her to her feet, hands secured on her waist, making sure her shaky legs wouldn’t give up on her,  holding her close.

“I don’t want to go there….”

“Now you scared they heard?”

“It’s not that… I…. I need you.Not the one you are with your siblings. The you¸ you are only for me” she brushed her lips over his slowly, gently “please…”

“I know. And I’m not leaving you. How could I?” he pecked her lips “but we can’t stay here forever.”

“Why?” she whined, hiding face in his chest and massaging his back “It’s nice and warm and spacious….”

“Don’t you think someone will take interest in why the water in this particular shower keeps running for hours non-stop?”

“hours, huh?” she smirked, licking her lips. She was so damn ready for round two.

“I bet it would be Alfred. Do you really want that?”

“No.” she looked down, suddenly ashamed by the thought of the family butler being a witness to their workout and forcing them out alongside with making them clean the bathroom of everything they may leave behind.

Jason kissed her temple briefly and reached behind him to grab a towel and wrap her in it, slowly helping her dry herself, smile never leaving his lips. She was looking so tiny and adorable like this. In her post-coital bliss. He wanted to remember that relaxed, peaceful look on her beautiful face.

Only when they both were dressed properly and somewhat presentable they dared to take a peek through the door, making sure no one was around. As fast as lighting and as quiet as the mouses they rushed to Y/N’s room, ready for cuddling and a movie marathon, but much to their surprise they had an unwanted guest waiting for them there.

‘You are both disgusting.” Damian hissed

“And you are here cause you wanted to say it to our faces?”

“Yes. Just letting you know. Oh, and… Y/N. You should know you actually made Steph win a bet.”

“What?” she asked in confusion, brows furrowing

“There was another. Between Brown and Grayson. She bet we would hear you. Grayson had more faith in your self-control. And he’s angry about losing. Good luck talking to him about it.”

“Oh, damn it….” Y/N whined, hiding face in hands, turning red.

“What was it that you said when I told you they are going to hear?” Jason tapped his chin “oh, right, I don’t care. Well, don’t you now?”

[sugar-omi]

PLSSS I BEG OF U COVE HOLDEN X FEM!READER NEWLY MARRIED AND R JUST SO LOVEY DOVEY AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER let me stop with the caps anyway as i was saying newly married cove and fem!reader on their honey moon to (insert place with nice oceans and views but you can take them anywhere you want) and they’re just sooo IN LOVE ITS DISGUSTING HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE you can add spice and intimacy if u want 🤷🏾❤️‼️

IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS ITS BEEN SITTING IN THE DRAFTS FOREVER.... im gonna blame it on my demon cat, its his fault he always wants to play outside i wanted a cat not a dog wtf !!!!! anyway here you go anon i loved writing this sm bc i have been thinking abt honeymoon hcs for awhile mmm<3333 also i jus wanna say cove is very much a "grabs your stomachs n prbly shakes it" man, like yk how your boyfriend is always grabbing your stomach idk at first i thought it was weird like "wtf is he grabbing your stomach n shaking it" but now i know. n cove does it ok i wont explain it but he also rubs anywhere, hes tracing your body n making shapes w his fingers on you, hes just so TOUCHY eta: I JUST REALIZED THIS LIKE 70% SMUT BUT UM.... ANYWAY 😁😁i hope you like it anyway, also added a hc's i forgot at the v bottom <3333

tags : fluff, step 4/wedding dlc, fem/afab reader (could be okay for masc/amab/nb readers as well if you ignore cove calling you 'wife' once), buff tatted cove, headcanons at the very bottom below the nsfw

+ NSFW (at the bottom), fem/afab reader, rough raw sex, creampie, missionary, v horny cove <3

perhaps i should make a part 2 with all the times n places cove fucks you during your honeymoon, mmm thats a good idea write that down write that down

synopsis : you and cove on your honeymoon to the bahamas !!

surprise to literally no one, you two pick the Bahamas for your honeymoon

it wasn't a hard pick. it was just a matter of where had the nicest views, open hotels, and safest locations, and with how cove got more starry-eyed with each solidified detail, the Bahamas was your destination.

if it wasn't for the fact that you just had an eventful wedding full of love from friends and family, plus the plane trip, cove would've dropped everything and ran for the glittering water.

once you're checked in and changed from your flight clothes into something a bit more dressy but comfortable, you and cove make your way for some much anticipated dinner.

when you're seated, the silence between you two is so easy and filled by the bustle of the restaurant.

across from you, cove is watching you with his chin hiked atop his clasped fingers, easily looking like a puppy.

"what? what're you staring at?" you laugh, taking a dip if your drink to uselessly wash away your fluster at your husband's blatant staring.

cove already has a rosy tint to his cheeks and if he was younger cove would've caught fire at being caught staring. instead he just grinned cheerily and happily, with a gaze of a man sick with love. "just admiring my wife."

you can't help but tuck your head a bit, flustered by his direct compliment. God you're in for a long marriage.

thank god, you think distantly.. a lifetime of being flustered by each other no matter how long you're together doesn't sound to bad at all.

while you're eating, you two respond to your family blowing up the "[Last] - Holden family" group chat, that was so courteously made by your snickering sister and cousin leading up to your wedding.

after a lovely dinner (only after you reassured cove that you had a few days to try out everything on the menu before the trip was over) you two took a well deserved nap together with cove tucked into your neck and your fingers in his hair. <3

okay listen... would it be bad to say you planned your wedding around your honeymoon

there's a reason!!!

i imagine you and cove (mostly cove) wanted to rent a house on the beach, or at least close to it, but i imagine its hard to snag one so once you finally got a place the wedding just fell around it

while you're in the bedroom sleeping, recovering and recharging, cove still gets up early to go play around on the beach.

not without a fight though!

when he wakes up the sky is still navy, and he flips over, feeling antsy to start the day and your activities.

but there you are, laying next to him in one of his shirts that you've stolen and your face is still scrunched up a bit from cove's movement which makes him settle down.

cove reaches to stroke your cheek, running his hand over your hair and he admires the way your face relaxes from the touch...

he feels like kicking and screaming right now, now looking at his ring(s) and remembering that you're married and you're his and he's yours and...

he's going to bawl his eyes out again.

so instead of crying and watching you until you wake up, which definitely won't be for another hour or more at least, he slowly untangles himself from you and the sheets.

it kills him a bit to do so, wanting nothing more than to be close to you every second of the day but he also wants to make you feel special today. he also can't stay in bed that long, he's too much of a busybody to do that..

so when you finally wake up, after much struggle and a lot of stretching, you drag yourself from the bed and tame your wild hair before you find your husband.

cove is leaning on the porch overlooking the beach, a random song playing lowly on the radio that you left on last night.

he whips around when you tug open the sliding door and abandons his orange juice to pull you into his arms and cove's rocking you two back n forth, kissing your jaw and cheek and he's holding your hand and compliments you.

"you look so pretty..."

"nice ring, your husband is really lucky." he says it with a smirk and you both laugh.

when he finally snaps out of his daze, totally bewitched by the warmth of the sun, view of the beach accompanied by the sound of waves and the way you lean into him had cove in a trance.

he leads you over to the kitchen where he insists you sit and watch while he makes breakfast.

in the end, you do end up spending most the day at the beach house. so when lee shoots a series of text asking about your day and if you did anything, you respond with a picture of you two buried in the blankets and a christmas hallmark movie on the TV, you laugh at her spam about how you should be enjoying the sand and waves instead of a out of season movie and respond with a meme.

the next day you spend a lot of it outside, and i even imagine you rent a boat to take out for the day or smth like that and it reminds you of when lee took you all out on a boat, but this time it was just the 2 of you

let me just say.. everyone even 5 miles away can tell you're on your honeymoon

cove is always looking at you

whether its to see how you react to a good joke

or you're telling a story and he's watching in admiration at your mannerisms while you speak

or you're at the booth ordering ice cream for the both of you

or even better, he's trying his best to capture you imagine as you walk back to him, squeezing out your slip/coverup that blew away and you laugh at him for capturing this moment instead of helping you.

"stop laughing! haha, it's not funny! *swats at him with the coverup* im taking your shirt to cover up with!"

many many pictures and videos of your honeymoon. they're mostly of you

or your shared favorite:

you're on top of cove and his eyes are closed so he doesn't notice you're recording him.

"you've gotten more tan. y'know that reminds me of when we were kids, you had such bad tan lines!" you laugh, the camera shaking.

he squints at you, squeezing your hips when he realizes you're recording him. "i did not."

"you did, i saw it. you had different tan lines from your shorts!" you tease loudly and giggle, thinking about the varying darkness of teenage-cove's tan lines because of how some of his swim shorts and pants hung lower than the other bottoms he'd wear.

cove jumps up a bit, laughing as he sputtered. "you saw that?!"

"yeah! you were the one with your v-line hanging out all the time, mister "i don't like wearing layers'!"

his look is full of love, and so is cove's hands running up and down your hips and back. but he's still smug when he says it and the wide smirk on his face makes you wanna kiss it off him.

"well you were the one looking, i didn't hear any complaints.."

you hit his shoulder, "you're so smug, you brat!", the camera shaking from your laughter.

cove is very handsy during this time

something about being married now has him seeking you out and keeping some form of contact between you

whether its holding hands, locking arms, or kissing you in public

he's always pulling you into him, wrapping a arm around your waist...

but when you're at the beach house.. well i hope you keep the curtains closed for the most part especially in the bedroom because clothes are pretty optional/limited during your honeymoon

usually cove's sex drive is pretty average, or low (i feel like at this point his drive matches yours but it's always a little lower depending on how high yours is, but thats for a different post okok)

so it surprises you how.. horny he is

he surprises himself too honestly

but he just wants to be close to you so bad!

you look so beautiful, and so happy... and now you're married and its like when he was a teenager all over again

the sun is coming through the windows, warming up your naked back.

you hum, enjoying the warmth and you feel the bed shift and now there's lips on your forehead, and cove's hand is running up and down your spine, rubbing soothingly across your shoulders.

"g'morning, y/n..." cove's gravely voice sends a shiver down your spine. "mmm, hi.." you tilt your head to the side, letting him kiss your cheek and the back of your neck.

you peak at him, still sleepy but enjoying the warmth and attention. you try to stretch your body, stretching out your legs and with how cove is leaned over you, your butt brushes against him and makes him gasp, his fingers squeezing your shoulder reflexively.

"at least let me brush my teeth..." you laugh, sitting up and after a second of looking at your clothes on the floor, you grab the robe on the chair beside you and lazily wrap it around you and shuffle to the bathroom.

cove is looking at you, you can feel his gaze and the second you disappear behind the door you hear him shuffling around before he comes behind you, dressed in nothing. cove didn't walk around naked often, only if he was walking around your bedroom finding his clothes for the day, but man was it a treat.

he wraps his arms around you, his hand rubbing your stomach and the other is wandering.

"c'mere..." you mumble, grabbing cove's toothbrush and sitting on the counter to brush his teeth for him. he lets you, and you laugh throughout the process because its a funny thing to do but you get through it and he spits in the other sink beside you before he picks you up and carries you back to bed.

on your way back to the bed, your lips find his shoulder and you add onto the array of marks already bloomed on his neck.

cove lays you down on the bed, shuffling your bodies closer to the pillows, tugging off your robe as you fumble around and throwing it somewhere. you're definitely making him clean up the room after this, but first..

you bring him in, letting your tongues tangle together and cove stretches his arm, looking for the lube and a rubber.

"ah-" cove sits up, and he looks back at you sheepishly. "there's no more.. um..."

you grin, already looking forward to cove's reaction. "that's okay. just fuck me raw, won't be the last time. right, covey?" you tangle your fingers in the sheets and get comfortable while you watch it sink in.

it isn't the first time, but fuck it always turns cove on and it makes him impossibly horny.

cove curses and he moves down, pushing your legs up and he kisses your inner thighs, sucking on the skin very close to your cunt that his cheek brushes against you and you whine, your hands finding his hair.

cove teases you a bit more, but he's teasing himself too so his mouth happily finds your cunt, grinning at the way you jump when his tongue runs over your sensitive clit.

even though cove ran a pleasurable train over you last night, your cunt sensitive but still pulsing with need.

your leg is shaking in cove's hold, his hand holding up one of your legs to give him easy access to your wet cunt but he happily lets your other leg shake on his shoulder, your foot bumping against his side and toes curling as he thrusts his tongue in and out your twitching insides.

he kept tongue-fucking you, his thumb petting your clit and he mumbled praises against your cunt as you came, your slick pooling on his tongue.

you buried your face in the pillow, always left twitching after cove sucks your soul from your body. you peak at cove spreading the lube on your sexes, lining himself up and sinking into you.

"ah fuck..."

cove looks so attractive like this, sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains and leaned over you, shaded by the broad expanse of his torso and caged between his arms.

"cove!" your nails dig into his shoulders, your mouth falling open with a sharp moan when cove snaps his hips, burying himself inside you.

cove tucks his head into your shoulder, both of you panting and pulling each other closer even though the air between you two is balmy and hot.

"i'm gonna move..." cove kisses your jaw, tearing himself away from you to show you his flushed face. you whine when cove picks up your lower body, stuffing a pillow under you and the movement makes his tip bump your insides.

cove throws your legs over his shoulders and grips your hips in his hands, kissing your ankle that has your anklet hanging on it.

you throw your head back and moan loudly, cove starting a rough pace from the beginning.

you're so sensitive from last night, and cove abusing your insides again has tears coming to your eyes. "oh fuck! please, cove-"

you reach for him and cove offers his hand and intertwines it with yours. you don't know exactly what you're asking for, for him to be more gentle? a kiss? for cove to fuck you harder?

you just want more of him, to be closer, to be one with him...

"its okay, that's it.. good girl." cove shushes you, putting his free hand by your head to lean over you, your legs almost flush with your chest as cove practically mounts you.

something about the sharpness of cove's eyes and his flushed face makes you want to mess with him, so you bring his hand up to your mouth, wrapping your fingers around his tattooed wrist and sucking on his middle and ring finger.

cove groans, watching the way your tongue slides around his wedding band(s). "you.." cove pushes on your tongue, thrusting his hips up to bump against the spongy spot deep inside your cunt.

your eyes roll into the back of your head when cove picks up the pace again, his hips rolling back and slamming against your butt hard, making your body bounce, pushing his cock deeper against your walls.

while you're moaning and crying out so sweetly, cove squeeze's his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, the proximity of your bodies not leaving much room for anything more than tight circles against the poor sensitive nub.

"cove.." you huff, feeling your cunt gush more slick and adding to the wet, loud squelching. "cove, kiss me, please. oh fuck- oh fu-" cove's lips cut off your mindless babbles, muffling yours and his loud moans as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.

he breaks apart, panting and stealing small kisses in between his sentence. "i'm- *kiss* oh god- i'm gonna *kiss, kiss* cum.."

you whimper and hook your shaking leg around cove's back, the overstimulation makes you want to pull away but you're so close and you want cove to make you cum, and to finish with you. to finish inside you.

"cum inside!" your nails scratch down his back. "please, cum, cum inside-"

cove whines into your neck, the rhythm of his thrusts falling apart as he comes closer to finishing. he rubs faster circles on your clit, and when your fingers drag down his back as you cum, cove's hips push your body deeper into the bed as he fills your cunt with his thick cum.

he leans lifelessly over your body, panting into your neck and pressing kisses into your shoulder as he sits up to give you a kiss.

"i'll..i'll run us a bath, okay?" cove smiles dozily, stroking your hips. you blink, trying to regain your vision from your orgasm.

"and carrying me to the bath!" cove nods at that, accepting the fact he's basically rendered your legs useless for the morning. "and you're making breakfast too." you grin at him. "its punishment."

cove kisses your cheeks. "mm, trying out new methods?" cove teases.

you smack his arm and push him away, breath hitching when he pulls out.

cove watches out his cum starts to leak from your poor, twitching cunt and before he can get any bright ideas you put your foot on his shoulder and nudge him. "stop looking!" you tug the sheets over you and cove gets up with a sheepish laugh. "okay, okay!"

is very very whipped for you

does anything n everything you ask the whole trip

when he goes out and it comes up somehow, he'll tell anyone and everyone he's on his honeymoon w his lovely spouse <3

if you do any underwater activities like snorkeling or smth, you're holding hands underwater <333

yes you hold hands everywhere you go, he's so in love with you he just has to be close to you

if you're not holding hands than he's trailing very close behind you or you're at least wearing his shirt

MATCHING OUTFITS

every young person is ither inspired by your relationship or is sick of seeing you at the beach, go HOME

the old people love you and talk your ear off in the middle of the store, telling you stories of their marriages and tips on how to have a long happy marriage

when you tell them you're childhood friends/lovers though they laugh and tell you you already have it down then since you've known each other so long!

when you finally get on the plane to go home, i hope you rmbr to get some foundation or at least tell cove to wear his hair down and a t-shirt instead of a tank top because his neck and back/shoulders are Marked Up

liz and lee tease you about how glowy and refreshed you look <3

cove is very flustered if any of your friends or family see any marks or scratches

or even worse if someone asks if you had a good wedding night, etec

if you want to have kids n give birth, liz also jokes that shes too young to be a grandma for real (you sputter n tell her you and cove arent her kids n shes exaggerating!!)

[sxcret-garden]

Seonghwa & Yeosang ღ Perfect Boys [M]

ღ Ateez Seonghwa x Yeosang x gn!reader ღ words: ~4.3k ღ genre: smut (sub!Seonghwa, sub!Yeosang, dom!reader, Seonghwa and Yeosang are wearing collars with leashes, reader wears a strap, threesome, handjobs, oral, anal (all idols receiving), praise, some degradation, Seonghwa has a bratty moment, dacryphilia, some cum play, orgasm control, overstimulation, a hint of dumbification, safe word being used (green)) ღ reader: wears a strap, no description of physical features, no pronouns used ღ warnings: none

Author’s note: I don’t even know what happened here but enjoy 4k words of pure filth I guess <3

With a tight grip on his leash, you part Seonghwa’s lips with your tongue, making out with him sloppily as you dominate the kiss. You leave him breathless when you part, and you can’t but marvel at the sight in front of you. He stays in the moment, savouring the feeling of your kiss and the flame of passion it has kindled inside of him, and only a few seconds after you parted from him does he open his eyes. The pleading look in them only makes you hunger for more, but you don’t want the other man kneeling right beside Seonghwa to feel neglected. So you turn to Yeosang, giving his leash a gentle tug, and you admire the stoic expression on his face that only gives way to a shallow gasp as you turn your attention to him. You kiss him as well, the taste of Seonghwa’s mouth still lingering on your tongue, and as it mixes with Yeosang’s, calmness washes over you. You part from his lips after a more chaste kiss, and you sit back at the foot of the bed to look them both up and down, as they’re quite literally on their knees for you. 

“How am I gonna play with you today, my loves?” you speak, your voice soft and your intentions not yet clear. They both stare up at you in anticipation, and you relish in their attention, wondering what orders to give each of them.

This is your secret playtime. Once the door to this room is locked and their collars are snugly wrapped around their throats, they’re yours. Loyal and obedient, and willing to do whatever it takes to please you.

You drop their leashes, and you gesture for them to turn to each other.

“Give me a little show,” you demand, and Seonghwa is the first one to turn his head to the side. They know what you want to see, it’s not the first time you’ve made them do this, and still it is exciting to watch them rile each other up under your command anew every single time you play. Seonghwa is also the one to initiate the kiss, plush lips nipping at Yeosang’s carefully, and you can’t tear your gaze away. You can see the way Seonghwa slips the tip of his tongue inside the other’s mouth for a short moment, and Yeosang shuts his eyes tightly, reaching out for the other man’s hand that’s cupping his cheek. You know Seonghwa can get eager, while Yeosang likes to take things slow, and the way the latter’s ears take on a shade of bright red amuses you. They part for a second, giving Yeosang a chance to breathe, but when the older one goes in for a deeper kiss, he can’t but moan into his mouth. You watch them make out for a while, struggling to find the right pace, but eventually they fall into a comfortable rhythm, and you can visibly see Yeosang’s shoulders relaxing as he clings to the other guy who’s slowly trying to get on top of him. 

“You two are doing so well…” you grant them some praise, and almost instantly both of them become more eager to please you with what they’re doing. Your gaze takes in their shapes, following the lines on their bodies and watching their muscles dance under the skin as they continuously move in tune with each other, until finally Seonghwa is about to push Yeosang to the ground underneath him, and you stop them.

“That’s enough,” you say, and you don’t miss the way it takes the older of the two great effort to tear himself away. Both panting with a blush dusted onto their faces, you pat the blanket of the queen sized bed you’re comfortably sitting on. “Come up here.” Surprise is painted into their faces - they both know how rare it is for you to invite them into bed with you so early, but neither of them hesitates to do as told.

“Yeo…” you call out to him. “I think I wanna start with you today.” His lips part to give way for an inaudible gasp, and you direct him to sit in front of Seonghwa, with his back flush against the other’s chest. “Relax,” you breathe as you kneel in front of them, placing one palm onto the younger’s bare chest and pushing him just a little further back. Seonghwa places his hands on his waist, his lips hovering above Yeosang’s sensitive neck, and you wonder if you should give him permission to do what he’s very obviously waiting to do. One look at the younger’s face, and you decide that for now you want to have him to yourself.

“Behave,” you order, as you shoot Seonghwa a sharp look, and he lifts his head up so as not to get tempted. Then you cup Yeosang’s face with both of your hands, making him look right at you, and the shy expression in his eyes makes you chuckle.

“You’re so cute, Yeo,” you mutter, leaning in and brushing your lips against his. “Let me show you how much I adore you.” He relaxes more easily as you kiss him compared to when Seonghwa did, starting out slow and careful, and gradually building up the intensity of the kiss - just how you know he likes it. Letting your tongue lick into his mouth, your fingertips begin dancing down his torso, and when you drag your nails down his abs, he mewls into your kiss. You respond with a moan of your own to show appreciation for the pretty sounds he makes, until eventually you part to allow for him to catch his breath momentarily. “You’re so perfect,” you whisper, before you reconnect your lips to his, and then you bring your hand back up to wrap it around his throat. Applying some pressure to put him in a light chokehold, you’re satisfied with the look in his half-lidded eyes once you part again. You know it takes him a little longer than Seonghwa to truly relax during times like these, so you want to do your best to ease him into the scene. 

“Y/N…” the older calls out to you now. A question that he doesn’t dare say out loud lies in his pleading gaze, and when he licks his lips seductively it’s hard to find it in you to say no. However, you know Yeosang isn’t fully ready yet, so you put your palm against Seonghwa’s cheek and you lean in to give him a passionate kiss.

“Soon, Hwa,” you promise. “Be nice and I’ll let you have all the fun you want later on.”

“Okay,” Seonghwa mouths, and in his stead, you attach your lips to Yeosang’s throat. You trailing soft kisses down the side of it makes him whimper, and you place a palm right onto his chest to feel his heartbeat quicken.

“F-feels good…” he mutters, and you find yourself grinning at his words.

“That’s good, Yeo,” you say. “Wanna make you feel soooo good today.” You drag your nails down his abdomen and feel him shiver, and he lets you hear the sweetest whine when your hand passes by his core and instead comes to a halt on top of his thigh. “What do you want, baby boy?” you ask, and you sit up so as to look him right in the eyes. He averts his gaze in embarrassment, and you bury your face in his neck once again, mumbling, “Maybe you’re not ready yet for that?”

“I-” Yeosang chokes on his words when you move your hand back up to his stomach, grazing his hardening dick in the process, and right next to your ear you can hear Seonghwa letting out a curse. You give him a look that acts as a warning, before turning back to the person in between you two.

“You…? What is it, baby boy?” You feel the urge to tease him a bit, and just as he opens his mouth to try to speak, you let your fingertips graze his length again. 

“Hnng…” He bites his tongue, still looking away from you.

“I think you need someone to shut up that pretty little head of yours, don’t you?” you guess, and though it’s barely visible, Yeosang nods. “Well…” you bring some distance between the both of you, and then you find Seonghwa’s hands that are still resting on the other guy’s sides to lead them up to his chest. Yeosang squirms a little when the older’s cool fingertips find his nipples, but as soon as he begins playing with them, he lets out a shaky moan and relaxes against Seonghwa’s chest.

“Y/N… can I?” Seonghwa asks once again, and seeing the blissful expression on the younger’s face, you finally give him the okay. He doesn’t hesitate to attach his lips to the neck of the guy in front of him, sucking and biting and lapping at the side of it, drawing a string of heavenly moans from Yeosang’s mouth.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Yeo?” you ask, thumb brushing against his lips. 

“Mhm…” he merely mewls in response, and you smile at him.

“That’s good,” you say, leaning in to kiss him, this time being quick to deepen the kiss, and he lets you without showing any resistance. Just before you pull away, you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, starting to slowly jerk him off. “That feel good?”

“Y-yeah…” he desperately whines, his hips bucking into your hand. You crawl into his lap in response, using your weight to keep him from doing that.

“Can’t even stay still now, huh?” you tease him, moving your hand up and down painfully slowly. With your strap already securely attached to your hips, you wonder whether you should push him some more, of if he needs more time to let himself be fucked stupid. You tighten the grip on his length just a little when you reach his tip, but even just this much has him arching his back, moaning at your and Seonghwa’s hands pleasuring him, while the latter is also busy sucking marks into his skin. You decide it’d be fitting to do the same - after all, he’s your baby boy, and not Seonghwa’s. So you lean in to attach your lips to the skin covering his chest, leaving a few kisses here and there while wandering south slowly, and eventually starting to suckle on a spot above his abs. His breathing has gotten heavier, and as you’re forced to slide off his lap to reach where you want to reach with your lips, he immediately bucks his hips into your fist again.

“You really needed this, huh?” you assume as you sit up, letting go of his cock and earning yourself a pained sound of protest. However, when Seonghwa pinches his nipples a little harsher, Yeosang immediately quiets down. 

“Good boy,” you say, directed at the both of them, really. You bring your hand down to his hole, and he immediately adjusts his position to give you easier access. Raking the fingers of your other hand through his hair, you continue, “So ready to be taken by me today, hm? That’s what I like to see.” One digit slipping past his rim easily, you watch him shudder at the sensation, and when you pull out again, Yeosang dares to glance at you. 

“Hwa, hands off him,” you order, and he begrudgingly obeys. You reach over to where you keep your lube, getting a generous amount of it on your hand, before you commence working the boy in front of you open. 

“F-feels so good…” he continuously mewls as you fit two, then three fingers into his tight hole, and you watch the blissful expression on his face with awe. 

“Can’t wait to make you cum on my cock, baby boy…” you mutter, momentarily getting a little carried away yourself, but when Seonghwa reaches for Yeosang’s length you snap right out of it.

“Or we make you cum on the spot, hm?” Seonghwa growls, Yeosang’s breath hitching at the added stimulation of the other man playing with his dick. “See if you can even keep it in before Y/N starts fucking you properly…”

“Hey,” you give Seonghwa a warning, though you must admit being a little mean sounds very tempting to you as well. However, you hear Yeosang mutter,

“C-can take it… I’ll take it, I swear…” His determination makes heat rush to your own core, and with Seonghwa’s gaze resting on you, prompting you to make a decision, you think for a short moment.

“Hwa,” you call out to him eventually. “Keep going then. He said he can take it.” Seeing how the younger immediately starts to shiver and cry out as Seonghwa’s slender fingers begin working him up to his high, you don’t actually believe he can, but now he will have to live with the consequences of his actions. And he knows just as well as you and Seonghwa do, that you won’t be happy if you don’t even get to properly fuck him before he spills all over himself. 

Yet he keeps at least some degree of self control - maybe it helps that the older is now more focused on jerking him off than on tending to his neck - and so you position yourself to push up into him.

“Sangie, are you ready?” you ask, and he nods vigorously. Chuckling at his need, you thrust your hips, watching as the toy strapped to your hips disappears a little further in his hole with each repetition of your movements. 

“Fuck-” You can’t say you’re not proud of yourself when you manage to lure a curse out of Yeosang, a rare occurance indeed, and you signal Seonghwa to up his speed a bit. The latter too seems more than affected by the situation, after all he must be able to feel the friction of Yeosang’s lower back moving against him with each time you thrust in and out of him.

“Stay focused, Hwa,” you remind him, “we’ll get to you in a second…” Then you lean in to press a sloppy kiss against Yeosang’s jaw, who is turning into a mewling, crying mess in between you and Seonghwa.

“Y/N… please…p-please…!” he slurs his words, but you don’t slow down.

“You can cum if you want,” you mutter, taking in his features and if you’re being quite honest, you could also cum from the sight alone. A few more thrusts and he comes undone, spilling into Seonghwa’s fist as a broken moan falls from his lips, and you come to a halt, carefully pulling out of him. You cup his face in your hands, a single tear falling from his cheek, and you wipe it away with your thumb.

“You’re so perfect…” you mutter, leaning in and placing a kiss onto his chest, tasting the thin layer of sweat that covers his skin on your lips. “I want to ruin you completely. Are you green?” Yeosang nods, repeating back to you,

“‘M green…” With Seonghwa shooting you an impatient look that’s probably supposed to ask something along the lines of “And what about me?”, you reach your hand out to comb your fingers through his black locks.

“I could ruin the both of you, actually…” you mutter, excitement sparking in your chest as you think about it. Seonghwa’s eyes become soft, and with a gesture of your chin towards him, you prompt him to speak.

“I think… we deserve that,” he says, and you chuckle at his words.

“Then lie down first of all. Help me out and I’ll wreck you too,” you offer, an almost wicked expression on your face now, and Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate.

“I will.” His voice shakes as he answers - as much as he likes to sometimes push your limits, at the end of the day he too is just another pretty set of holes who wants nothing more but to be ruined by you. You direct Yeosang to sit on the other’s face, and without having to give Seonghwa any orders, he’s already putting his skilled tongue to use. Yeosang shivers upon feeling the warm, wet muscle prodding at his rim, and you steady him, kneeling above Seonghwa’s chest.

“You’re doing well, baby boy,” you praise Yeosang, before you share a slow and gentle kiss with him, feeling him relax under your touch. You find one of his hands, guiding it towards his core and eventually wrapping it around his softened cock.

“Get yourself off,” you whisper against his lips, but Yeosang hesitates. “What? Still too sensitive?” He nods, and with another short kiss to his lips, you say, “You can take it.” He sucks in a sharp breath when you guide his hand into the movement you want, and with the other guy lapping at his hole eagerly, Yeosang can’t say anything. And though he’s clearly getting overstimulated, he’s not safe wording you, so you tell him to keep going as you move away from him, so as to position yourself in between Seonghwa’s legs. Always keeping an eye on Yeosang, you make sure he doesn’t stop touching himself.

“Keep going, Yeo,” you say, sounding somewhat strict, and he immediately nods.

“O-okay,” he mutters, letting out a moan as a pained expression sits on his face. With knitted eyebrows, he does his best to obey, while also watching you, but his thighs are trembling, and eventually he tries to escape the older’s tongue instinctively. However, Seonghwa is quick to reach out to force Yeosang back down, and you can tell he’s eager to please you. 

“Doing so well, the two of you,” you praise them, before you lower yourself and you leave a trail of kisses down Seonghwa’s stomach. You can hear him letting out a moan, subsequently making Yeosang shiver on top of him, and it only makes you want to hear more. You sink your teeth into his skin, working your way further down, and eventually your lips hover above his hip bone.

“Gonna leave a mark on you too, baby boy,” you mutter, earning yourself another moan from Seonghwa, and then from Yeosang too. And so you get to work, alternating between sucking on the skin and licking it to soothe it, until you’re satisfied with the outcome. “Hwa…” you call out to him, not missing the increasingly desperate expression on the younger’s face as his dick has grown back to its full length, and he’s trying not to reach his next high too quickly. But you know he can hold back for a while longer, and you also know he won’t cum unasked, so for now you decide to direct your attention towards the older, with his hard cock right in front of your face. You wrap your fingers around the base, and with a chaste kitten lick across his tip, you test his reaction - and you’re not unhappy about it. Because the second your warm muscle comes in contact with him, he too shivers, and he lets out a needy moan that once again Yeosang reacts to as well. Getting high off of the control you have over both of them, you don’t hesitate to wrap your lips around Seonghwa’s head wholly, swirling your tongue around it a few times, before you start slowly bobbing your head up and down on top of him. And with each desperate sound either of the two men make, you only become more eager to get them both off.

“Y/N…” Yeosang calls out eventually, his voice shaking. “I’m so close…” You lift your head for but a moment to answer,

“Then take your hand away from your pretty cock, baby boy. Don’t you dare cum before Hwa.” He does as told, and though with Seonghwa’s tongue all up inside of him it is still only a matter of time until he can’t keep it in any longer, this will still at least give him some more time until he breaks. As for you, you go back to tending to Seonghwa, sucking him off in just the way he likes most, and with how noisy he’s getting you know that he too is drawing closer and closer to the edge. That’s when he finally starts bucking his hips up into your mouth, and you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat suddenly. You let him slip out of your mouth as you lift your head, letting your hand take over, and enjoying the way he rapidly loses control.

“Such a whore…” you say, watching in amusement as he becomes more and more desperate by the second, and you know he’s so so close. “Look at you, having your face buried in one person’s ass, while you’re trying to fuck the face of another. Aren’t you greedy?” You’re sure that if he could talk right now, he’d agree with you, but like this all he can do is moan incessantly, with Yeosang holding on for dear life on top of him. You move your hand up and down Seonghwa’s length at a relentless speed, knowing that a little overstimulation is sure to throw him off the edge in no time. “Such a greedy whore…” you repeat, and along with your degrading words, he comes undone, spilling his seed all over himself. “Keep going,” you say, not letting him rest just yet, and then you crawl towards Yeosang, reaching for his cock and swiftly licking the precum off his tip, before taking him in whole. It takes you and Seonghwa but a few strokes of your tongues to have him coming undone as well, and warmth rushes to your core as you feel him spilling inside your mouth. You let Yeosang collapse on his back as he tries to catch his breath, but with you now on top of Seonghwa, you grab his jaw harshly, and you press your lips against his. Parting them with ease, you pass Yeosang’s load onto the other guy, the taste of it mixing with the taste of Seonghwa’s mouth, and when you sit back up, you watch as he swallows it without protest.

“Good boy,” you praise him, fingers combing through his hair. You reach for one of the towels you had prepared in advance to clean Seonghwa’s cum off his stomach, and then you give them both a few moments to rest.

“I’m not done with you two,” you mutter. You make Yeosang get on all fours, trailing a few kisses down along his spine before reaching for Seonghwa’s leash and guiding him closer. 

“You wanna fuck him?” you ask. “While I fuck you?” 

“Yes,” he breathes, anticipation making his voice shake. 

“Then get to it,” you order, and once again you can’t peel your gaze off of the two as Seonghwa slips two fingers into Yeosang’s hole, stuffing some more lube inside just in case, and as the younger waits patiently, a blush creeping back onto his cheeks, Seonghwa gives himself a few strokes until he’s hard and ready to go. There’s pink dusted onto his cheeks as well, and with only a few thrusts he’s snugly fitted inside the younger.

“Good. Now hold still…” The mewl Seonghwa lets out when your lubed up fingers come in contact with his ass is like music to your ears, and you take your time stretching him out.

“Please…” A single word slips past Seonghwa’s lips as he’s getting impatient, but you hold him back, wanting to tease him just a bit more. When you curl your fingers inside of him, grazing his walls so perfectly, he moans your name, and his hips snap forward as if they were moving by themselves, making Yeosang groan as well. 

“Not so eager…” you say, placing your free hand onto Seonghwa’s waist to keep him still. 

“I’m sorry…” he apologizes, his voice sounding strained with need.

“So cute…” you breathe as you work your fingers inside of him a little longer, and he forces himself to stay still, even though you can tell it’s taking everything out of him. “You’re both so cute…” And then finally you pull out, and Seonghwa shivers when he feels the tip of your strap prodding at his entrance. You push inside with ease, and a few slow thrusts already have both of them groaning and mewling and shaking for you. 

“Shit, you’re perfect…” you praise them through gritted teeth as you pick up speed, and their voices form a melody filled with pleasure, you wish it would never end. And with you fucking both of them like this, neither of you three is bound to last long. The first one to break is Seonghwa.

“C-can I cum? Please… please, can’t hold it in…” And it’s not like you can blame him in his position, but still you don’t want to give him the okay just yet. So you reach for his hand and guide it towards Yeosang, and once Seonghwa’s fingers are wrapped around the younger’s cock, his moans too are becoming more and more desperate.

“P-please, Y/N…” he too is begging for permission to cum now, and with how close you too are to your high, you can’t but grant them their releases.

“Cum for me, my perfect boys…” you say through gritted teeth, and almost on command, Seonghwa breaks, then Yeosang follows suit, and lastly, as the overstimulation is already building up for the two of them, you too reach your high, feeling your whole body shake from all the sensations coursing through it.

You watch as both Seonghwa and Yeosang collapse onto the bed, side by side, both looking completely spent and fucked out. You can’t but find the sight adorable, and you give them a hand with cleaning themselves up a bit, before you find your place in the middle. With you sitting up, you let both of them rest their head on one of your thighs, playing with their hair.

“You did so well for me today,” you praise them as you can feel them melting under your gentle touch. “My two perfect boys.”

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Eye for an Eye Pt.3

MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!

SYNOPSIS: Your body yearned for the touch of your girlfriend, the warm embrace that calmed your mind but you couldn't give in, the anger you harboured for her at disappearing with her group for three months without any warning, explanation or even a mention of when she would be back stopped you in your tracks any time you got close to giving in. You loved Abby so much but looking at her made you sick, you couldn't push the feelings down no matter how much you craved for things to go back to what they once were. You hadn't planned this but the anguish in those green eyes mirrored yours and sucked you in before you could think twice about the repercussions of your actions. You made your bed when you made the deal with the auburn-haired stranger, eventually you'd have to lie in it.

I want to quickly stress that this is a darker fic and there will be a lot of darker, possibly triggering themes throughout so take that as a warning because shit is only gonna hit the fan more from here ! so exciting yay 😄

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You knew it was bad, you knew the second you walked back into Abby’s room after grabbing breakfast for you both and Manny was sat next to Abby on the bed with his hand on her back as she sobbed, you knew it was bad. The door slamming behind you alerted them to your presence and suddenly two sets of glassy eyes were on you, tracking your every slightest movement. You need to move, you need to ask what’s going on, you need to act like you don’t already know but you just can’t move. Your feet are glued to their spots and the food was no longer in your hands, instead it was lying on the floor where you had dropped it in shock at the scene in front of you. You weren’t shocked as to why they were there, you were just shocked to see Manny and you were so jumpy at the moment. Your nails dug crescent-shaped indents into your palms as your teeth dug into your bottom lip to keep your jaw from hanging. Act natural, act fucking natural, playing over and over in your head. Look concerned, just look confused and concerned.  

“W-what’s going on?” Finally you croaked out, Abby only sobbing more in return as Manny stood and walked over to you. 

“Er it’s Jordan, and Nick, and Leah...” He cleared his throat as he clamped his eyes shut and swallowed loudly. “Oh god, they’re er- they're dead.” He chokes a sob and walks past you, letting himself out of the room, leaving you and Abby. Concerned, act sad and concerned. 

“Oh Abby, I’m so sorry.” You rush over to her and sit beside her, rubbing her back the way Manny had been. “Was it scars?” 

“L- Leah it was but Nick and Jordan-” She interrupts herself with a loud weep followed by a sniffle and a quiet whimper. “They were shot by a trespasser.” Act surprised. 

“Oh.” Fuck. She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows and the panic sets in, that was not surprised enough. You need to cry or something, shit, just do anything. You slap a hand over your mouth and gag slightly as you shake your head. “Oh my god, who-who would do that?” Your voice trembles and cracks and you almost smile when the tears form in your eyes, you squeeze them shut to force the tears down onto your cheeks and glance at her before burying your face in your hands. The rest comes naturally as you do your best to pretend to be someone that just found out three of their closest friends had died. As you got into the rhythm you noticed a strange feeling bubbling up, you were... enjoying it, putting on a little show, knowing what none of them knew, it made you feel powerful. 

“It’s my fault, fuck, it’s all my fucking fault, why did I drag them into this?” A week prior and Abby’s comment would have left you completely clueless but now it only revealed more to you, not only had she gone with them to torture someone, it was her idea, she was the ringleader, you should’ve known. You wanted to hit her, to strangle her until her lips went blue, see the blood vessels in her eyes pop, painting the milky white of her sclera red as they widened in panic. You lunged forward and pinned her to the bed, pressing a knee over her hips as hard as you could to stop her squirming as you wrapped your hands around her neck and squeezed like you were trying to pop her head off. It was exactly how you pictured it, her wheezy chokes getting quieter and quieter as her lips started to match the colour of her irises. Her eyebrows raised out of sheer panic until they dropped as her eyes rolled back in her head. You only squeezed harder as her skin went grey and the squirming under your knee stopped. Her body went limp and her skin went cold to the touch and only then did you realise what you had done as a singular tear rolled down your cheek, the love of your life, dead in front of you, eyes open but lifeless, the blue not so blue anymore. You couldn’t look away, even as your body trembled, you couldn’t look away. 

Vague echoes of your name were being called and as your vision refocused you saw Abby staring back at you with concern. “Hey, where’d you go? Are you okay?” Fuck that felt so real, you could’ve sworn you had actually jumped her but there she was sitting right in front of you, not lying dead on the bed. It felt too real, like you had just woken from a nightmare but you had never slept. You had got used to the nightmares when you’d sleep but now they’re happening while you’re awake. You could feel your sanity slipping away from you, your grip on reality slowly falling from where it was clutched between the tips of your fingers, you had actually let go, given in to the delusions, the evil running rampant in your mind. You could’ve sworn that was real. 

“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine, sorry, it’s just... a lot.” Abby expected some sort of questioning after she had let it slip that their blood was on her hands, but it never came, you just zoned out with a crazed look in your eye, like you weren’t even there, you looked like a body with no one inside, an empty shell for a soul that was no longer there. You had been strange these past few days, but this was different, this was scary, she didn’t feel like she was looking at you, even when you snapped yourself out of it, she wasn’t looking at you. There was something missing, even when you had kissed her and went to breakfast with her, even when you smiled at her, there was something missing, something was wrong, her gut was screaming at her that there was something wrong but her brain was only blaming her, of course there was something wrong, she had broken you. “I-I don’t know what to say... How could this happen?” She was staring at you too much, you needed to concentrate, stay in the room, don’t float away again and leave your body there, she looks like she’s trying to peel your mask away and you can’t let her, cry again. You think about her body, cold on the bed, bruise marks in the shape of your hands over her neck as you look at her, alive and sat in front of you and the tears come like a waterfall as you collapse into her chest. As her arms wrap around you and soothe up and down your back you continue racking your body to mimic a complete and utter meltdown but your face, hidden by her chest, was a dark smirk, almost a sneer. This was too easy. 

“I- fuck- I have patrol today, I have to get ready.” You sniffle and hope your voice sounded as nasally as you could make it as you mutter into her chest. 

“Get someone to cover you.” Can’t she just shut up for once?  

“I can’t, I’m already covering Lucy because she’s sick. I’ll be fine, it’ll distract me.” You pull away and wipe at your cheeks to avoid looking her in the eye until you hear her faint sniffles starting up again. “Will you be okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I can keep myself busy, don’t worry about me.” You worry for her, not about her. You try to smile, small and meek, as you get up from the bed and start getting your stuff ready to leave. You’re about to walk out the door until Abby calls your name stopping you dead in your tracks. “Please be careful, I can’t lose you too.” 

“Oh Abby... You already have.” You sneer as your voice goes cold. 

“Thanks, I love you.” What? That makes no sense, what did you just say? Why can’t you remember what you just said? Either way her reply makes it obvious you hadn’t said what you thought. You feel like there are two versions of you living in your head but you’re only attached to the one that’s trapped inside your mind. The version of you that everyone else sees is acting independently, preserving your cover when you can’t, this needed to end soon, you could barely keep your head straight. You smile before slipping out the door without so much as another peek at Abby’s blotchy face and straight towards the hole in the fence. Getting out of the stadium will help, help you get back in control, it had to. 

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧     

“Hey, what are you doing here?” 

“Had to get away from the stadium and-” You cut yourself off, she doesn’t know about Abby, she can’t know about Abby, she won’t believe you’re serious about killing them all unless you tell her everything you hadn’t already and you just couldn’t do that. “and everything. Just felt suffocated you know? Why, Bad time?” She looks behind her and you can see the panic in her green eyes but it disappears as quick as you noticed it. 

“No, I was just about to head out though.” 

“Why? Where are you going?” She purses her lips as she rings her fingers repetitively, shifting her wight from one foot to another. 

“I followed someone from back home here, he left without me and I’m trying to find him. I have one of your guys’ radios and I think he’s at Hillcrest.” 

“Hillcrest is crawling with patrollers even without a trespasser, it’s a suicide mission.” 

“Well I can’t just leave him out there to die can I?” 

“Who fucking cares? No one's worth saving anymore.” You spit as your vision blurs slightly. 

“Why would you wanna come with me? You just said it’s a suicide mission.” No, not again. You’re saying things in your head and they’re not coming out of your mouth the same, you thought it was the stadium, the pressure you felt around Abby but maybe you are just actually on the brink of a complete psychotic break.  

“Well it’s less of a suicide mission if you’re not alone right?” She can’t know you’re not right in the head, she‘ll kill you if you think you pose a risk to her plan, keep it together, just keep it together for a couple more days, that’s all you had to do. 

“Do you even have a gun?” 

“A good fighter doesn’t need a gun to survive.” You snark with a roll of your eyes. 

“Oh did they teach you that in soldier training 101? I’ve got a spare, come on.” She goes to turn and walk away, leading you out of the actual theatre and into what you assume is the lobby but she pauses and turns back to you. “Actually, wait here, we’re gonna go out the way you came in anyway.” Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden change from the girl but you don’t question her, just stay put as she disappears behind the double doors at the top of the stairs for a couple minutes before returning, pistol in hand. She goes to hand it to you but snatches it away when you go to take it. “Don’t get any ideas, yeah?” 

“Me? Ideas? Never.” She tilts her head slightly before handing you the gun and leading you back to the window you had just entered through. This was a stupid idea but you needed a distraction, you needed something to focus on to stop your mind continuously running away from you. 

You look down at the ground as you step out onto the street from the theatre and you get distracted by your shoes, you noticed hers and realised you were both wearing the same pair of black high-top converse, as you stared and stared at them you felt like you were getting sucked into them, you were entranced in the canvas black that had gone slightly grey with wear until a deafening explosion caused you to look up from the shoes and you felt like the life had been sucked out of you. You were in Hillcrest. You had just been at the theatre, looking at yours and the girl’s shoes, you were just there but that didn’t make any sense because you were looking at your surroundings and you were in Hillcrest. You looked back down at the matching shoes again but a pair was missing, the stranger was gone, you were stood in a side alley in Hillcrest and the auburn-haired girl was nowhere to be seen. It was getting worse, you needed to find her and make sense of all of this. You headed towards the explosion that was sending dark plumes of smoke into the air, trying to get to grips with your surroundings until you took a corner too fast and ran straight into a guy from the WLF. You recognised him but you didn’t know his name.  

“What are you doing out here? You’re not on patrol.” Your mouth goes dry as you reach for your gun in the back of your jeans but there’s nothing there. Your gun had disappeared, whisked away with your sanity and now you were staring into the eyes of a man that could blow your whole plan up with no way of dealing with it. “Hey! I asked you a question. What the fuck are you doing out here?” He reaches for his radio and you know you have to act now so you lunge at him while he’s distracted, knocking him to the floor letting you straddle him and get a good grip on his hair. You smash his head down into the concrete as hard as you can until blood is splattered onto the floor underneath him and leaking out of his mouth as his eyes glaze over. But then you don’t stop, you just keep bashing his mangled head into the concrete as you stare at him silently. Your arms ache and the muscles tighten but you don’t stop until his head is barely the shape of a head anymore and a pair of hands are ripping you off of his cold-lifeless body. You screech and go to elbow whoever it was that had grabbed you in the nose but they’re quick to wrap their arms around your torso, trapping yours at your side as you thrashed and flailed. A flash of ink catches your eye and your movements calm only slightly as you recognise the tattoo covering the toned forearm.  

“Easy killer, it’s only me.” Her voice whispers in your ear, tickling the skin and halting your movements entirely. Her grip around you loosens and you spin to face her with a scowl. 

“Don’t call me that and where the fuck were you?” Your hands flail about in the air as she just stares back at you in disbelief. 

“What do you mean where the fuck was I? Where the fuck were you? I turned around and you had fucking vanished.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh? Seriously? Where did you go?” 

“I- I saw a clicker.” 

“Right well how about you tell me next time yeah?” You nod and the sound of soldier’s voices causes her to grab your wrist and drag you into the nearest building before they reach you both. “So err, didn’t like that guy very much then eh Killer?” 

“What? And I said don’t call me that.” 

“Well he was long dead before I found you but that didn’t seem to bother you too much.” 

“He was gonna radio the FOB and tell them I was out there on my own when I wasn’t on patrol, I couldn’t let him do that.” 

“Still, could barely tell he was human by the time I got there. Didn’t think you had it in you killer.” Something inside you snapped as she called you that again, you knocked her to the ground from your crouched position and wrapped your hands around her throat. 

“I said, don’t fucking call me that.” 

“Alright, alright, sorry.” She wheezed and you let up, crawling off of her and facing away from her as she spluttered as quietly as she could. “What should I call you then?” 

“Huh?” 

“You got a name or do they only let their soldiers have numbers?” 

“I have a name.” You grit out before telling her without looking at her still. 

“Well, not that you asked, but I’m Ellie.” You don’t respond and your silence freaks her out, you had been quiet the whole way here, not a word, and then you disappeared, also wordlessly, and now you were silent once again, it was like you were slipping in and out of consciousness and it was scary to watch. Imagine how scary it feels. You were silent because you were just trying to will yourself to remember the journey here, remember what made you run off from Ellie, trying to remember what you had said to her in place of what you thought in the theatre, or what you had said as you were leaving Abby’s room. Your memories were intermittent and fleeting, it made your heartrate spike as your breathing quickened. You jumped as her hand landed on your shoulder, turning to face her and pursing your lips at her brows that were knit together over her narrowed eyes. “Look we need to move, we’re vulnerable here, are you good? Where’s your gun?” 

“Err... I don’t know.” You tried to think of a lie but your mind came up blank. 

“Wh- You know what, it doesn’t matter, you seem to be fine without one just... take this.” She hands you a switch blade and you grip onto it until your knuckles turn white. As you exit the building behind Ellie you pulse your hand around the switchblade to keep you grounded and remind you it’s in your hand. You followed Ellie until you heard footsteps round the corner from where you both were, she turned to you and signalled to wait there and as she went round the corner you waited for a gunshot or any sign of a struggle but there wasn’t any, just Ellie’s voice faintly mumbling ‘Jesse’. You burst out from round the corner and they both turn to you, Ellie’s face a picture of disappointment but no surprise and Jesse’s, you assume, a scowl like you had never seen. He raised his gun at you and all you could do was clamp your eyes shut missing the way Ellie jumped in front of the outstretched pistol to stop him.  

“She’s friendly, don’t shoot.” 

“She’s a fucking wolf.” 

“Yeah I know, it’s complicated. But she saved my ass from two clickers on the way here so I kinda owe her one.” You had no memory of what she was talking about, maybe she was lying to get him to lower the gun, you couldn’t ask, she already looked at you like you had two heads when you said you lost your gun.  

“So she’s a wolf, that’s helping you?” 

“Yeah, she got me the locations of where the group is stationed, I trust her.” You lock eyes with her as she says that and your stomach turns, you shouldn’t be trusted, not by her, not by anyone. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway?” 

“I followed you, barely got into this city and those fuckers ambushed me, I’ve fucked my ankle. We need to move now.” He limps forward towards you until he’s standing inches away, towering over you with a deadpan look on his face. He doesn’t speak, just stares before moving round you and leading the way out of Hillcrest. You stay frozen until Ellie turns to look at you and nods her head in Jesse’s direction to get you to follow. 

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧     

Abby couldn’t stay in her room any longer, it was suffocating, the air too thick and warm it felt like it was clogging up her throat every time she tried to breathe. She was drowning in her tears and she just needed to get out of her room, get away from the thoughts swirling through her head, drumming at her brain. She had no destination in mind, she just walked, and walked, and walked, round and round in circles until she could barely tell where she was. She hadn’t passed anyone in awhile which was rare until Lucy walked past her, she thought nothing of it until she remembered you saying you were covering Lucy because she was ill. “Oh hey Lucy!” 

“Hey Abby, I’m sorry to hear about your friends, I hope you’re coping okay.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Abby bowed her head in shame, it was her fault they’re dead. “How are you feeling anyway?” 

“Me? I’m fine...” Lucy answered with a puzzled look on her face until Abby explained you had said you were covering her on patrol because she was sick. “Oh uh... Must’ve been a different Lucy, I’m not scheduled for patrol today, rare day off.” She chuckled and Abby did the best to react normally also. 

“Oh right, I guess I just assumed it was you. Well enjoy your day off.” She waved and turned away from Lucy before she could reply as she got lost trying to figure out what other Lucy you could’ve been talking about. She’s sure there’s another Lucy in the WLF but she couldn’t think of any that you would know. She knew you were well-known and you, in return, knew a lot of people, more than her but she racked her brain for any other Lucy you’d ever mentioned and came up blank.  

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧     

You followed Ellie and Jesse back to the theatre quietly, still pulsing Ellie’s switchblade in your hand, it felt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. You’d pick up small parts of their conversation here and there but never enough to understand, you didn’t care to understand, you weren’t here to make friends, you were only following them back to the theatre so you didn’t have to face going back to the stadium yet. Your eyes stayed on the floor mostly, watching your feet with every step you took, you glanced up periodically to make sure you weren’t losing time again but for the moment you seemed to be in control, conscious and aware.  

When you looked up to see the theatre coming into view you breathed a sigh of relief because you had made it back without blacking out and that felt like more of an achievement that it should. You followed them up the fire escape and through the window that you shut behind you, through the backstage area to the velvet curtains and onto the stage. You kept following until you heard a full sentence from Jesse. 

“Where’s Dina? She’s okay right?” Ellie froze and glanced back at you before muttering something to him causing him to leave out the double doors at the back of the room. Ellie turned to face you, though she didn’t actually look up from the floor. Alarm bells were ringing in your head as you gripped the switchblade even tighter if that was possible. 

“Dina? Who the fuck is Dina?” You spit, your voice frantic, you barely sounded like you, it was getting worse, the detachment from yourself, it was like you were watching yourself from out of your body. 

“She er- She came with me, she’s...” 

“She’s what, Ellie?” 

“She’s upstairs, she’s sick, that’s why she didn’t come with us.” 

“And you were gonna tell me about her when?” 

“I- I dunno.” 

“You don’t know?! What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me about her? You fucking planning something?” You flipped the switchblade out of its sheath as you moved towards her, not quick, your steps were agonisingly slow. Your eyes went dark and your chest heaved, you were intimidating, even to Ellie who had a gun in the back of her jeans, she still felt uneasy around you like this. 

“No, no what the fuck do you mean? What would I be planning?” 

“I dunno, why didn’t you tell me about her?” You pressed again and she felt cornered, like she was shrinking, like you could step on her and crush her, you stopped as you were inches away from her, noting the visible gulp from her. 

“She- she’s my girlfriend, she’s pregnant and sick and she’s my girlfriend and I don’t know why I didn’t tell you.”  

“Your girlfriend is pregnant?” She couldn’t help but chuckle as your face screwed up. 

“Look please don’t say anything to Jesse, they were together, and the kid is his, but they broke up and she realised she’s pregnant on the way here. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I was trying to keep her safe.” 

“Oh so much for trusting me then.” 

“I-I do trust you, I just didn’t know if I could at first and then it felt like I had left it too late and it just never seemed the right time to tell you.” It felt like she was holding something back, you could tell from the way her mouth hung open like she wasn’t done speaking but no words came out, she just stared back at you, desperation in her eyes until she took a deep breath and spoke again. “I can barely look at her right now so I didn’t think I’d have to tell you about her because I didn’t think we’d be around each other that much and even when I’m here on my own, I don’t talk to her much.” 

“Why? You just said she’s your girlfriend.” 

“I know it’s stupid, she’s out here- pregnant and out here because of me, because she followed me. She guessed that she was pregnant ages ago but only told me when we got here and I- fuck I don’t know okay, it doesn’t even make sense to me but I just can’t face her right now, not since you came around.” She mutters the last part barely loud enough for you to hear but you don’t want to hear, you don’t want to know what she means, there’s too much going through your head right now as is, you don’t need her baggage weighing you down also. You’re not here to make friends, it’s strictly transactional. She’s looking into your eyes that haven’t lost their crazed glint from earlier, looking for any sort of understanding as you just stand there. The tension between you both was palpable as she looked guilty and you looked like a fire that couldn’t be extinguished.  

The large double doors swing open and Jesse rushes in and straight over to Ellie. “What’s wrong with Dina?” Ellie glances from him to you and back to him. You rolled your eyes at the silence between them as your lips opened before you even knew what you were doing. 

“She’s pregnant.” Both their faces snap to yours as a sick grin twists itself onto your features. “Hint: it’s not Ellie’s.” You didn’t look at Ellie, only Jesse whose face had gone grey as his jaw hung slack. You begin walking backwards with Ellie’s switchblade pointed at her as you finally look at her. “Lie to me again Ellie, I dare you. I’ll be back tonight.” With that you winked at her, turned and walked towards the stage, barely suppressing a laugh. That was a shit thing to do, you knew that, you knew you were being hypocritical considering all you were hiding from her but you didn’t care, the look on both their faces was priceless. He was going to have to find out eventually, you just saved them the awkward conversation, sped things up a little. You weren’t you anymore and whose fault was that? 

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧     

“Hey, how was patrol?” Abby asked as you shut her door behind you. 

“Long, but okay. How are you doing?” You slinked over to her, running a hand through her hair as you came to stand between her knees from where she was sat on the bed, her hands gripping the back of your thighs. 

“Okay, I can barely believe it though.” You pout at her as she speaks.

“Me neither, it’s hard to believe there’s monsters out there that would just senselessly kill people like that. What could they have possibly done to deserve that?” Your voice was monotone and your face was deadpan as you spoke. Abby looked into your eyes and just like earlier, it didn’t look like you were in there. “Hey, I’m shattered, let’s go to bed, yeah?” You didn’t even wait for her answer before you started stripping your clothes off inches away from her face but she barely even spared a glance as she was so focused on the darkness in your eyes. Something was wrong. 

tags: @emiliabby @liasxeatt @kawaiibreadbouquet-blog @tphmnv@a-little-bit-of-everybody@chrry1ovr

[wildsupernova]

a movie i’ve seen before.

summary: you can’t stop playing it out in your mind like it’s a movie. but the ending is always the same, no matter how many times you wish it would change.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: small amount of explicit language, a small mention of harassment, angst

word count: 1.6k

masterlist | prompts list

You’re counting the swirls in the ceiling above you. 

1, 2, 3. 

The music from the party downstairs shakes the floor beneath you and you hug your knees closer to your chest. You’d had to slip away when yet another drunk teenage boy had brushed up against you and played it off as an accident, but the way his hand had been dangerously close to the hem of your skirt had told you otherwise. 

1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4. 

Your heart was finally starting to slow down and you could breathe again, although every inhale was shaky and every exhale caught in your chest. You continued to stare at the shapes the plaster made on the ceiling, counting the center of each swirl to keep yourself calm. You wished the night would just go by faster so that you could stop hiding away in Steve’s bedroom and leave this stupid party. You would have walked back home by now if it hadn’t started raining a few minutes ago. 

“Hey.” A soft voice from the doorway pulled your attention away from the ceiling, eyes barely able to make out the shadow of the boy standing there. Steve was offering up a small smile, one you tried-and failed-to return. “You okay?”

“No, not really.” He waited for a moment before he took a step into the room and sat on the floor next to you, knees propped up in the shape of a V, arms draped over them and a can of beer in one hand. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

When he asks, it all comes spilling out. 

“I’m not usually like this. I don't know why it's bothering me so much.”

“What's bothering you?”

“All the guys that keep…staring at me, doing that stupid thing where they walk too close to me and pretend they didn’t mean to.” His brows furrowed.

“Who? Because I can kick someone out if I have to-”

“No, I don’t want you to make a big deal about it, okay? I’m just gonna…sit up here for a while.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You should have told me what was going on, I would have told them to leave.”

“That’ll just ruin the night for everyone. Please, it’s okay.” He looked as if he was about to say something further, but dropped it. 

“Fine, but the next time they show up for a party I’m not letting them in.” You let out a small, choked laugh. 

“Thanks.” There was a silence that settled over the room. It comforted you, to just be able to sit here and talk without trying to yell over the music. Especially if it was with Steve.

“I can take you home, if you want.”

“No, Steve, I don’t want to make you leave your own party-”

“It's not a big deal, seriously. I don’t want to make you stay if you’re uncomfortable.” 

You thought about protesting again, but instead you nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah I’d like to go home.”

He stood up and held out a hand for you to take, pulling you up quickly once you took it. His grip on your hand got tighter the longer it took for the two of you to weave through the crowd and make it to the front door, and didn’t loosen even after you’d left the house. He laughed as the rain, which had now begun pouring down harder, soaked through his clothes nearly the second he took a step out from underneath the porch. One step on the pavement and your shoes had completely soaked through with water, and all you could do was laugh as Steve dragged you through the rain and to his car. 

You wished the moment could have continued on just a bit longer. 

Next thing you knew, Steve was pulling into the driveway of your house and putting the car in park, the only sound in the car the squeak of the windshield wipers and the soft hum of the radio. You didn’t want to leave the sanctuary that Steve had been providing you all night, leave the only thing that gave you a chance to breathe. The second you opened the door and left, it’d be back to that place somewhere between lonely and lost, drifting untethered in some place you didn’t have a name for. 

“We can hangout tomorrow if you want.” Steve adjusted himself a bit in his seat, taking one hand off the wheel. “We haven’t hung out just the two of us in a while.”

“I’ll have to check with my parents but I don’t think I’m busy.” You flashed him a smile, one he returned. Another silence fell over the car, this one much thicker. 

You hadn’t gotten a good look at Steve since before the party. His hair had begun to dry on the drive here, strands starting to curl softly at the ends. He smelled of beer and expensive cologne, and his soaked shirt stuck to his chest and arms. His smile had dropped into something neutral, and the way his eye flicked over your own face had you feeling self conscious. 

“Something wrong?” Steve shook his head and let out a breath. 

“No, nothing’s wrong, I just…” He paused and tried to find the right words to say. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t have to.” 

“Yeah, you do.” He swallowed. “You know your parents will kill you if you miss curfew.”

“Right.” Your heart was beating in your ears, so loud it was almost deafening. “I should probably go, then.”

“Right.” You contradicted your own words and made no move to leave the car. There was another moment of silence before Steve let out a breath that seemed to say ‘fuck it’. 

Before you could process it, his lips were on your own, soft and hesitant and sweet. It took your breath away, made your body freeze, but the second your mind kicked back in, you were kissing him back. He relaxed, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your face and hold you there. It felt like something out of a movie, the kind of scene where some cheesy pop track plays in the background and the whole thing goes into slow motion. 

It couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes, but you were breathless when you pulled away. Your hand gripped the handle of the car door, popping the latch and pushing it open. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” It was hard to get the words out, but when you did, Steve smiled.

“Yeah, yeah okay.” 

Three weeks later and you’re waking up in Steve’s bed, a single beam of sunlight passing through a gap in the curtains. The sheets are soft against your bare skin, and you bury your face further into the pillow as you feel the soft shapes Steve’s fingers make along your back. His touch is soft, never traveling too high or too low, but still running along every spot nobody else has ever touched. At some point you fall back to sleep, and when you wake up again you find yourself thinking about how nice this feels. The sheets feel like a shield, blocking out the chaos that had been surrounding the two of you for days. You find three words teetering on the tip of your tongue as Steve presses his lips against your neck. 

They’re still there when he drives you back home, and they slip between your lips when he does something stupid that makes you laugh. 

“God, I love you.” You don’t realize that they’ve come out until he freezes, and you try to take them back. “Fuck, I’m sorry I-”

All he does is cut you off with a kiss, as if he were drowning and you were the only gasp of oxygen he could get. It was his hands gripping tightly to the sides of your face, your eyes shooting open in surprise, your hands clutching the neck of his shirt to ground yourself. It was three words that had slipped out of your mouth, and three words he still wasn’t quite ready to say. 

“Y/N?”

But it wasn’t real. 

This isn’t how it went. 

He didn’t kiss you. You can’t even remember the last time someone kissed you, especially not someone like Steve. It felt like a movie because it was, one you’d made up in your mind and played on repeat like an old VHS tape. You always tell him you love him but he never says it back because you know it isn’t true, but you still keep watching hoping that one day the ending will change.

Your eyes snap back into focus as you turn your head away from the car window, no longer watching the raindrops race to the base of the window. 

“Huh? What did you say?” You clear your throat and pretend your voice didn’t crack, but the look on Steve’s face tells you he noticed. 

“I asked if you wanted to hang out tomorrow.” He phrases it more like a question, and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to shrink into your seat. Your face heats in embarrassment and you hurry to open the car door. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah sure. I’ll, uhm, call you in the morning.” He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but you’re already out of the car, rainwater splashing up onto your legs as you run through the front door. The second it shuts, you blink away the tears that had been threatening to spill since Steve pulled into your driveway. 

You tilt your head upwards and start to count the swirls on the ceiling. 

1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4.

[mushiewrites]

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so about a year ago, @fluffallamaful + I talked about one of the weirdest ideas I think I've ever brainrotted. we told @wishitweresummer, and since then, she has been begging me to write it. and now here we are, a year later and deep into lee!George week, and I decided to finally write the idea for her! this is 100% for summer, and I'm so excited for everyone to read the silliest and most ridiculous fic I've ever written! (and thank you to @awkwardtickleetoo for helping me with the title and reading it as always)

don't forget to check out this tag to see all of the amazing additions to lee!GeorgeSummer, and you can find out more about the prompts in this post!

anyway, enjoy Day 6 of lee!George week! :3

(lee!George / ler!Sapnap / ler!Dream : 4.2K words)

“George, you’ve been here for like, two years now, right?” 

The question cut through the quiet atmosphere of the living room, only being previously filled by random videos that Dream and George kept showing each other as they sat practically in each other’s laps on the L-shaped couch. George turned his attention to Sapnap, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch with Patches propped up against his thigh, his hand dragging lightly over her head as she purred happily. 

“Yeah, you know this…why? You want me to go back already?” George huffed out a laugh, raising an eyebrow as Sapnap snorted at his question. 

“Well yes, but that’s not what I was gonna say.” 

“Okay, then what?” George asked suspiciously, never fully trusting Sapnap when he’s asking for information. There was always an underlying purpose, never questioning things just for the hell of it. George knew he had some kind of angle behind his curiosity, he just didn’t know where Sapnap was going with it. 

“You haven’t been to any doctors since you’ve been here, have you?” Sapnap leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his fingers together, careful not to disturb Patches as he did so.

“Wait, really?” Dream questioned from beside him, watching as George shrugged at the two with little care.

“Yeah, I guess I haven’t,” George looked between the two, confused at the way they were both staring at him. “What’s the big deal? I’m fine, there hasn’t been anything wrong.” 

“Well yeah, but normally you’re supposed to go for a check-up at least once a year to make sure everything is working okay.” Dream commented, turning his body towards Sapnap as he turned to him for validation in his words.

“Mhm! Or…at least to the dentist for a cleaning, you know?” Sapnap added, nodding his head to let Dream know he agreed. Dream nodded along with Sapnap, looking to George to see if he was even still paying attention. To his surprise he was, nodding slightly before looking down at his own hands, playing with his fingers as a distraction. 

“I guess so, but like, it’s fine! I don’t need to go right now,” George continued to fidget with his fingers, waiting for one of the other two to speak, but he was met with a silence that felt too awkward for him to not continue. “I mean, if somethings wrong I’ll go, but like…it’s fine for now. Let’s just drop it.” 

“George,” He heard Dream start, almost wincing at how gentle his voice was. “You aren’t scared of the doctors, are you?” George stayed quiet, refusing to make eye contact with either of them as he kept his mouth shut in a tight line. After a few more seconds of silence, Sapnap cackled from across the room. 

“Are you serious?! Georgie is scared of the big bad doctor? Of the mean, evil dentist? No way!” 

“Sapnap-” Dream tried to stop the teasing before it went any further, but Sapnap continued to yell out comments in disbelief. 

“This is too good! Little baby George is scawed!” Sapnap fell back into the couch, his arms crossing over his stomach as he did and scaring Patches in the process. She jumped down onto the floor, quickly sprinting out of the room as Sapnap’s laugh grew louder. George rolled his eyes at the sound, letting out an annoyed grunt as he too flopped back against the couch cushions. Dream reached a hand out and placed it gently on his knee, rubbing his thumb soothingly as he looked down at him. 

“It’s okay, George, don’t listen to him. Everyone’s scared of something.” George rolled his eyes again at how supportive Dream was, almost more annoyed with him just accepting that George was scared of something so silly. 

“I’m not scared!” He exclaimed suddenly, standing up from the couch and pacing around the living room with a hand flinging roughly through his hair. He turned towards Sapnap, throwing his arms up in the air as he shrugged. “It's just…I get nervous going to new people, okay? It’s just like, an anxiety thing, I don’t know! But I’m not! Scared!”

Dream stood up and walked to where George was standing, placing his hands on either shoulder and leading George back to the couch to sit down. George was blushing profusely, embarrassed at the way the conversation was going as Sapnap continued to laugh and make snide comments about how scared he was. While he was deep in thought, Sapnap suddenly gasped, shooting up to a standing position and marching himself over to where George was sitting on the edge of the couch. 

“Wait. I have an amazing idea.” 

“Oh no.” George sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees and letting his head fall into his hands, shaking his head in disapproval as he waited for Sapnap to continue. It was clear Sapnap was waiting for someone to ask, but George wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“What?” Dream pressed further for him, equally as curious as George was.

“So, it’s kind of like-” Sapnap began, suddenly grabbing onto George’s arms and pulling him from the couch. He wrestled the older boy onto the floor, giggling maniacally as it took virtually no effort to take him down. George let out a shriek as Sapnap got him onto his back, straddling his waist quickly and pressing his wrists into the carpet below him. 

“Get off me, idiot!” George choked out, trying to fling himself forward as he kicked his feet against the ground. Sapnap continued to laugh at his struggle, shaking his head as he kept George down easily. 

“George, we’re gonna help you get over your fears! We’re gonna play doctor!” Sapnap exclaimed, looking up at Dream and giggling when he was met with a bright smile. George let out a strained grunt as he tried to buck his hips up, gaining leverage as he pressed his heels into the carpet to assist in his efforts. It failed, naturally, and Sapnap laughed in his face at his pathetic attempt.

“Stohop!” George couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, letting his head fall back against the carpet with a hard thud. He pulled his arms as much as he could, continuing to kick and push up with his legs to try and buck Sapnap off, but he was getting nowhere.

“Dream, I’m gonna need a hand holding down our patient, here. He’s very nervous and needs all the help he can get to make sure he’s relaxed!” Sapnap spoke over George’s protests, giggling as he thrashed around on the carpet like a fish out of water.

“Sure thing, doctor!” Dream responded as a soldier would, giving Sapnap a quick salute with his hand to his forehead before jumping into action. Before George could process what was happening, Sapnap’s weight was replaced with Dream’s, effectively halting his bottom half from squirming. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and was met with the sight of Dream’s back, staring daggers into the blonde curls through his panicked laughter as much as he could. It was then that he saw Sapnap peek around from behind Dream, clearly kneeling in front of George’s feet and giving him a wink before he hid back behind the wall that Dream’s body created between the two. He watched as Dream leaned forward, feeling a strong grip around both of his ankles that pressed them into the ground enough that he could barely wiggle them. This only intensified the building butterflies that were swirling around George’s stomach, and a new wave of nervous giggles began pouring out of him before he could hold them back. 

“S-Stop! You’re both being ridiculous!” George yelled at them both, not knowing if they were even listening over the two speaking to each other in hushed tones, careful to not let him hear what they were saying. 

“Oh wait!” Sapnap exclaimed suddenly, pouncing up from the ground and sprinting towards the steps. “I need to grab…things!” 

Dream shook his head slowly as he giggled, watching Sapnap use all fours to crawl up the steps quickly, as if he were an excited puppy going to fetch a toy. George watched Sapnap too, but kept his peripherals glued on Dream, carefully watching him to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything to catch him off guard. The two sat and listened to Sapnap rummaging through things upstairs, hearing the thud of his footsteps as he ran in and out of rooms to collect the items he was looking for. The longer it took, the more nervous George got.

“What is he even doing up there?” George mumbled quietly to himself, not expecting an answer from Dream. He was pleasantly surprised when the blonde spoke up.

“To be honest, I’m actually not sure. He didn’t tell me anything before he ran up the steps like a gremlin,” He chuckled, craning his neck to look back at George, temporarily releasing his ankles so he could shake them out if he needed to. “You doin’ okay back there?” 

“Just dandy.” George replied flatly, fighting a smile when his wording made Dream giggle. He brought both hands up to card through his hair, attempting to settle his nerves, when he heard quick footsteps approaching closer. The two turned their attention to the upstairs hallway once more, watching as Sapnap appeared at the top of the steps, not even stopping to slow his momentum as he practically flew down the steps. 

“Okay! I have my tool kit ready!” Sapnap spoke through his heavy breathing, winded from the speed he had been running around. George observed a black drawstring bag before it was quickly hidden from his view, letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed how empty it looked. He still had no clue what the two were planning, but he knew whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be good. 

“So change of plans,” He leaned to the side so George could see him once he knelt down onto the ground again, smirking wickedly as he spoke. “I couldn’t find anything that really screamed out ‘doctor’ to me-“ 

“Good.” George interrupted, earning a hard flick to the side of his right ankle before they were engulfed in large hands once more. Dream pushed them down with a little more pressure, leaning more of his weight into the hold to assure George wouldn’t budge.

“Buuuuut, I did find things to make us dentists!” He exclaimed happily, watching as George’s expression dropped and eyes widened. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” George let his head thump back against the carpet, bringing the heels of his hands up to rub harshly at his eyes when Sapnap snuck back around to hide in front of Dream. 

“Nope! This is no joke, Georgie. We’re gonna help you face your fears!” Sapnap replied as he emptied the contents of the bag, a few things clanging together as he did so. George heard Dream gasp quietly and watched his shoulders scrunch up, seeing his bouncy curls move from side to side as Dream silently reprimanded the younger boy.

“What? What is it?!” George blurted out in a panic at Dream’s reaction, his stomach doing somersaults at all the possibilities of what Sapnap could’ve put in the so called “tool kit”. 

“Nothing to be afraid of!” Dream quickly assured him, hearing the frantic tone of George’s voice and wanting to comfort him before his mind could run rampant. 

“Well…” George heard Sapnap scoff quietly, sending his thoughts spiraling once again. 

“Wh- HEY!” George squealed when he felt a finger flick the bottom of his socked foot, moving to pull it away. He felt a deep dread spread throughout his body when he realized that his feet wouldn’t budge at all, and panicked giggles began to flow from him before he was even touched again. 

“Gosh, you are nervy, aren’t you, kitten?” Sapnap wondered out loud, tracing his pointer finger down both feet slowly to make George squirm. He applied more pressure as he traced back up to his toes, pinching each one lightly and smirking when George hollered out at the feeling.

“Plehease! Don’t do this!” He pleaded with the two, but was met with no response. George jolted his body upwards when Sapnap added a finger to each foot, now tracing up and down with two fingers and using more of his nails on the down strokes to make George’s laughter jump in pitch.

“It’s okay, we’re just helping!” Dream tried to comfort him through his squeals, giggling himself when Sapnap’s fingers traced under George’s toes, making him shriek. Just when it was starting to become bearable, his stomach dropped when he felt a finger dip into the top of each sock, slowly prying them off. 

“NO! Nononono, no! Please! Plehehease don’t!” George begged, curling his toes to try and grip onto the fabric of his socks as they were pulled off at an agonizingly slow pace. He could feel the air hit his heels, then his arches, and finally over the pads of his feet. George panicked, sitting up and gripping onto Dream’s sides, kneading into them like his life depended on it.

“GEORGE!” Dream cried out, letting go of his ankles in favor of gripping George’s wrists, pulling them away from his body as he caught his breath from the sudden tickle attack. Sapnap appeared next to George, taking his wrists from Dream so he could go back to securing his ankles before he caused too much of a mess. 

“Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty boy,” Sapnap shook his head in disappointment, pushing George’s hands against his own chest to make him fall back against the carpet before pressing them down against the ground on either side of his hips. “Dream, lift your shins for me, will you?” Dream looked back at Sapnap with slight confusion, leaning forward a bit more until he was able to angle his shins up off the ground. When Sapnap placed George’s hands directly under them, Dream suddenly understood. He dropped his legs quickly, making sure to sit back on his shins to keep George’s wrists secure. 

“This isn’t fair! Stohohop!” George whined as Sapnap crawled back in front of his feet, disappearing behind Dream once again. “Come on! I told you, I’m not scared! We don’t have to dohoho this!” His pleas were ignored, and the plan continued. 

“So what do we have here, mister dentist?” Dream asked Sapnap playfully, looking down at the tools displayed between George’s spread ankles. 

“Well, first, let’s get a good look at these teeth!” Sapnap responded with the same amount of enthusiasm, quickly ripping off George’s socks and flinging them behind him somewhere across the room. George immediately curled his toes when he felt the air hit them, high pitched giggles bubbling out of him as he tried to control his reactions. He felt Sapnap pinch each one again, this time wiggling them as he went and making George squeak every time his nail scraped the pads of them.

“Plehehease! This is soho dumb!” George pulled at his arms, trying to yank them free, but Dream’s weight kept them pressed into the floor. Frustratingly, all he could really do was twist his upper body and move his head; not nearly enough give to expel any of his anxiety. 

“Hm…seems like they’re in good shape. Could use a cleaning though.” He heard Dream comment, making his stomach flip as his brain tried to figure out what they could possibly do to him. 

“Great idea, my beautiful assistant!” George could hear the smile in his voice, squeezing his eyes shut at how excited he sounded. Suddenly he heard a click, followed by a loud buzzing, and he immediately knew what it was. He curled his toes even tighter as he began spurting out pleas, saying anything to get their attention to make them stop. Sapnap peaked over Dream’s shoulder and gave George a wink before going back to work, bringing the toothbrush down closer to the practically immobile feet in front of him.

“The patient seems ready for the cleaning, so we’re going to proceed!” 

George let out a blood curdling scream when a vibrating toothbrush touched down on both of his pinky toes, not expecting two of them at the same time and sending him into a frenzy. He squeezed his eyes shut as his head flung back, cackling as Sapnap moved the brushes over to the next toe on each foot. Despite curling them as hard as he could, Sapnap managed to wedge them under his toes anyway, making sure to get the tops and the bottoms of each toe as he went. 

“FUHUCK, PLEHEASE!” George managed to cry out between his panic, shaking his head back and forth as he laughed himself silly. Sapnap didn’t respond, simply commenting on how clean his ‘teeth’ looked as he made his way over George’s middle toe on either foot. The toothbrushes moved to the second toes and George screeched, high pitched and loud, begging them to stop, to not go to his big toes, that he’d do anything they wanted as long as they left them alone. But to his dismay, Sapnap moved the dreaded toothbrushes over each big toe, swirling them in slow circles and sending George into hysterics.

“Holy shit.” Dream spoke lowly as he watched the torture Sapnap was forcing George to endure. Sapnap looked up at Dream and chuckled when he noticed the faint blush appearing on his cheeks, and Dream huffed in annoyance at the smirk he received in response. 

“Almost done with the cleaning! Just a little more, I promise!” Sapnap peeked around Dream again, taking in George’s panicked thrashing and screams at the simple tickling on the tiny toes. He leaned back to sit on his shins as he turned the toothbrushes off, allowing George a moment to collect himself and steady his breathing. 

“P-Plehehease…” George was delirious with laughter at this point, still in near hysterics even though the tickling had stopped. Sapnap rubbed his thumbs over the tingly toes, making sure to rub with enough pressure to help rub the ghost tickles away. Once George’s laughter had settled down to quiet giggles, Sapnap let his fingers wander, gently pressing them in the spaces between his toes. George let out a squawk at the feeling, and immediately he was begging again.

“NONONO nohoho! No more! Nohoho more!” George pleaded, trying to bend his knees under Dream to knock him off and whining through his laughter when he didn’t budge at all. He was yanking at his arms so hard he thought he might dislocate them, and he cursed both boys for keeping him down like this while they played with him like a doll. 

“I’m just checking for cavities! Hold still!” Sapnap explained, using one hand to steady George’s left foot as he pushed his finger between each toe, twisting it as he did. George was beside himself with laughter, feeling tears well as Sapnap continued his search for whatever he was looking for. He finished with the left foot, skittering fingers over the top of it to make George squeal. 

“Okay, that one looks great! Now we have to check the other one, and then we’re all done!” Sapnap reassured George, gripping the right foot the same way he did the left, shoving his finger between the last two toes and giggling when George let out a squeak in response. It went smoothly between the next two toes, and the next, until Sapnap shoved his finger between the first and second toes. He stopped twisting his fingers, and instead used both hands to spread them apart. 

“STOP!” George shrieked out in embarrassment, knowing how intensely Sapnap and Dream must be looking at his foot right now. The two laughed at his outburst, but changed nothing about what they were doing. 

“No can do, Georgie,” Sapnap pretended to speak with fake sympathy, sighing before he continued. “I’m afraid we’ve found a cavity.” The comment sent George into a further panic, now struggling even harder than before, nearly lifting Dream with the ticklish adrenaline that was coursing through him. 

“What do we do for that, mister dentist?” Dream asked over George’s screaming, looking back briefly to see how hard he was blushing. He knew this kind of play always got to George, never knowing how to handle all the attention. 

“Well, there’s really only one thing we can do,” Sapnap explained, rustling around with something that George couldn’t see. “We have to floss.” 

“WHAT?!” 

Before George could question any further, he felt Sapnap weaving something between all of the toes on his right foot, even between the toes that Sapnap deemed to be okay not even a moment before. The feeling of whatever the weird string was just sitting between them was enough to make George laugh even harder, not being used to having something in such a sensitive area. George was babbling out pleas but nothing was coherent. His words were slurred together through his laughter despite him trying to articulate the best he could. Sapnap and Dream only laughed at him before turning back to the task at hand. 

“Don’t worry, patient! Your cavity will be fixed soon enough!” Dream called over his shoulder, not even sure if George was able to hear him, but deciding to continue playing his role anyway. George didn’t respond, not sure he was even able if he wanted. When he was finally getting used to the sensation, his whole body shook with ticklish electricity as the material started to move.

“NAHAHAHA!” George was full on screaming through his hysterics, taking in quick gulps of air as his lungs harshly pushed out laugh after laugh. He was lightheaded; so much so, it was as if he would float away. George continued to shake, squirming back and forth on the carpet at the overwhelming ticklish feeling. Sapnap continued to saw the material back and forth between his toes, laughing along at how insane George’s reactions were. Neither boy had ever heard George laugh this hard or loud, and they exchanged surprised glances every few seconds, especially whenever a new noise or high pitched squeak would present itself through the hysterics. 

“Almost done, it’ll be over soon, George!” Dream assured him as he continued to struggle, his throat becoming more and more dry the harder he laughed. George eventually fell silent, only producing high pitched squeals and squeaks whenever he was able to get a full breath in. His face was burning, his cheeks bright red with tears covering them from how hard he was laughing. After a few seconds, the feeling finally stopped, and Sapnap quickly removed the tickly material from between George’s toes to finally relieve him of the torture.

“Plehehease!” George was unable to stop the word from tumbling out despite the tickling having stopped, completely out of his mind at the intense tickling feeling he just endured. Dream sat forward to free George’s wrists and moved his hands from George’s ankles to his feet, opting to rub over his toes as Sapnap began to put the items back into the bag. Dream continued to rub soothingly over both feet, making sure to help the ticklish feeling pass as quickly as it could.

“W-What…the fuhuhuck…was that?” George forced the question through his shallow breathing, bringing his hands up to rub his tear stained cheeks and free the stray tears that clung to his long eyelashes. He opened his eyes briefly when he felt something glide over his right hand, looking down to see Sapnap holding a long, white string.

“Shoelace!” He beamed, a huge smile spreading over his face as he showed George what he just tormented him with. George groaned through the left over giggles, covering his face in embarrassment as his mind replayed the last few minutes over and over again. Dream moved off of George’s waist, turning to face him before sitting by his side. He gently grabbed both of George’s wrists and gave them each a kiss before placing them in his lap, tracing over them to make sure they were okay after being restrained, and also from how hard George had been pulling at them. 

“You okay, baby?” Dream asked softly, letting his hands run down over George’s forearms and back up to his wrists. George closed his eyes again, turning on his side and curling his body towards Dream’s, letting his forehead connect with his thigh before nodding slowly. The blonde moved one of his hands to scratch lightly over his bicep, letting the other run through his hair to help bring him back down to reality. Sapnap pulled the string of the bag tightly, closing it and slinging it over his shoulder, getting ready to stand up from his place opposite Dream, on the other side of George. But before he could, he felt a tight grip on his wrist, keeping him down on the ground with the other two.  “So,” George began after finally getting his breathing under control, sitting up slowly and turning his attention to Sapnap. “When’s the last time you were at the dentist?”

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Former BUTCHER BABIES Singer CARLA HARVEY Joins LORDS OF ACID

Former BUTCHER BABIES singer Carla Harvey has joined LORDS OF ACID.

LORDS OF ACID's manager Marc Jordan has confirmed that "Carla is set to begin recording vocals for the band's new album this winter and will be joining the band on a 27-date U.S. tour in June."

Says Harvey: "I had three favorite bands in high school: GUNS N' ROSES, PANTERA and LORDS OF ACID. Each one shaped me and uniquely influenced me as an artist. LOA had me hooked from the moment I heard 'I Sit On Acid' as a teenager dancing the night away at Detroit's goth Industrial Haven City Club. My obsession with LOA only grew after I saw Coop's artwork on the cover of 'Voodoo U'. Now I get to record an album and go on tour with my industrial heroes! Pinch 16-year-old me! She'll be the one in the vocal booth. While my new band THE VIOLENT HOUR is set to release its first single in February, I'm adding a bucket list item to my resume: Reigning 'Acid Queen'. Praise the Lords!"

During an appearance on an October 2024 episode of The Ward Bond Show, Harvey, who works as a grief counselor and an end-of-life specialist, spoke about her decision to leave BUTCHER BABIES after a 15-year run. Reflecting on BUTCHER BABIES' formation and her eventual departure, she said: "It's quite interesting because [prior to BUTCHER BABIES] I had come to a point living in L.A., you get opportunities and they're snatched away from you. You make money, then you lose your money. And I was so tired of the entertainment business. And I was, like, 'I don't wanna do this anymore. I don't wanna play music anymore. I don't wanna act anymore. It's too much. Nothing is ever gonna happen with it.' So that's when I went to mortuary school and I was committed to only working in funeral service from then on out. Well, after a couple years of working, I got my dream job at a very big mortuary in L.A. And at the same time, I got an opportunity to start my band and go on tour for the first time in my life. So I had to make a choice in that moment. I've committed myself to this death-care career. Do I drop it all, everything that I've worked so hard for in school, and go on tour with this band and just see what happens one final time, or do I just stick on my path? And I chose music in that moment, and that was 2009 that I really committed back to music, and 2012 we went on our — we were touring non-stop, so there was no way I could work in funeral service anymore. Well, it ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me because our career just exploded, and so I got the best of both worlds. I had gotten my education. I had gotten a taste of working in death care, and then I could still live out my dream, and I am so grateful for that. The last 15 years of my life have been spent on stage, entertaining people in a capacity that I never dreamed I would have, especially after so much disappointment in my early years in L.A. So I got to do that. I got to be a rock star. I got to do all the things. And then 15 years later, my mind kind of changed again. [Laughs]"

Elaborating on her decision to leave BUTCHER BABIES and return to the death-care industry, Carla said: "So there's so much that goes into being in a band, especially as you get older and your life changes, you have relationships, you have a partner. I have a stepdaughter, and the idea, all of a sudden, of being on the road 10, 12 months out of the year became just a lot to handle. And in a band there's five people, and half of those people may feel like they want to be on the road constantly all the time and then some people are, like, 'Maybe it's halftime.' So it doesn't always work out for the greater good of everybody."

She continued: "My dad said something to me once years ago, when we had started the band, and he meant it in jest. He said, 'I saw you singing on the Internet. Don't quit your day job.' And at the time I was, like, 'That's the nastiest thing you could say.' But I'm glad I never quit my day job. In fact, all the while, the last 15 years, while I've been on tour, I've been getting more education and getting more certification so that I could continue on because I always had that need to still be in death care in some aspect. I founded my grief coaching company so that I could still be of service to people who need me in that capacity. It was very important to me. And then last year, I was on this major summer tour. We were playing sheds, the outdoor amphitheaters and it was wonderful and every day you're up on stage singing your heart out, but, man, I saw this post about [innovative solidified remains company] Parting Stone looking for a partner success manager. And I thought, 'Man, I wanna apply for this. I wanna see what happens if I can take this job.'"

Harvey added: "There's just so many moments in life where you really have to assess what's best for you. Life changes. And also another thing about the entertainment industry and the music industry, it's not the same as it was for musicians 20 years ago, 10 years ago. My future husband's [ANTHRAX and PANTERA drummer Charlie Benante] in a legacy band. They never have to worry about having a real job — ever. But bands my size? You're not breaking the bank. You're not really earning a livable wage unless you're on the road 12 months out of the year. You can't support yourself. So I've always had other jobs, whether I'm painting pictures for people or doing my grief coaching on the side. That's a day job that I've been able to maintain throughout my career with music. It was a necessity as well as a passion, because otherwise I'd be couch surfing somewhere. [Laughs] I have nothing. So it's really hard to live passionately and just follow your dreams without something to fall back on or something to assist you. And I tell this to a lot of people, and some people are, like, 'No, man. I don't want a backup plan. This is the only thing I'm ever gonna do.'

"I always thought about, 'Okay, this is awesome right now. What about when I'm 60? What am I gonna do then?'" Carla said. "Because my mom is 72 and she's working all the time still. She loves working. We're not 70-year-olds that are gonna be sitting on a couch or 60-year-olds that aren't gonna be out doing something. Life is different. We're still gonna be working. We have to do something, and I'd rather have that be a career rather than a job that I'm forced to have to sustain myself in the [later] years."

In September 2024, Carla announced that she was launching a new project called THE VIOLENT HOUR. At least some of the early recording sessions for the project have been overseen by producer Jay Ruston, who has previously worked with ANTHRAX, STEEL PANTHER and URIAH HEEP, among many others.

Harvey shared the news of THE VIOLENT HOUR's launch in a social media post on September 21. She wrote: "It's coming. I've put my heart and soul into my new project THE VIOLENT HOUR over the last 6 months. I can't wait for you to hear it. Keep your eyes peeled for updates. This is a slower process than I'd like...but...I'm pumped!"

BUTCHER BABIES announced their split with Harvey in July 2024, saying in a statement that "Carla has been an integral part of our journey, bringing her unique talent, passion, and energy to the band," and wishing "her all the best in her future endeavors."

Carla, who co-founded BUTCHER BABIES in 2010 with fellow vocalist Heidi Shepherd, confirmed her exit from the band in a separate post, saying that she was "super proud" of her work with BUTCHER BABIES and adding that she was "not done making music and performing."

In the fall of 2023, BUTCHER BABIES completed a European tour without Carla, who sat out the trek in order to undergo emergency surgery on her left eye.

In January 2024, Harvey and Benante announced that they were officially engaged.

BUTCHER BABIES released a double album "Eye For An Eye..." and "…'Til The World's Blind", in July 2023. The double album celebrated the tenth anniversary of BUTCHER BABIES' critically acclaimed debut, "Goliath", released on July 9, 2013 via Century Media Records.

Smitten with tales of the Sunset Strip, Harvey made the pilgrimage to Los Angeles from her Native Detroit to play a little rock and roll…and instead found herself the entertainment report for a groundbreaking cable TV news program. After hosting two series and acting in a variety of television programs, movies and commercials, Harvey took a break from showbiz to earn her degree in mortuary science. She embarked on a successful career in embalming and funeral directing before going back to her first love: music.

In addition to writing and recording, Carla has a passion for drawing and penning comic books. Her love affair with the genre started when she discovered the Incredible Hulk at four years old. She spent the majority of her teenage years holed up in her room listening to PANTERA and developing an affinity for drawing her own scantily clad comic book characters. Dubbed a "comic book master-mind" by Hustler magazine, Harvey's first published comic book "Butcher Babies" (a fantasy, horror concept surrounding her now-former band),premiered and sold out at its Comic-Con San Diego debut, leaving fans chomping at the bit for her next comic, "Soul Sucka". Shortly after, she released her first full-length novel, "Death And Other Dances", to rave reviews. Carla's art has been featured in Famous Monsters magazine and has graced the cover of iconic Heavy Metal magazine.

Photo courtesy of TAG Publicity

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↳ Index [Chapter 32 - Home]

Warnings: so many healing & fluffy moments, this is a feel good chapter,  yoongi & oc once again deserve the world

Wordcount: 10.9k

a/n: i want nothing but happiness from now on

An entire day and night passed until you are finally somewhat ready to face the world again. Somewhat, because you barely caught any sleep as Yoongi was too busy showing you why he was the Creator of many Gluttons and because of it, you are both hungover and tired. It is a very dangerous combination. The others had no problem with you missing for an entire day. They were busy sleeping off their hangovers either way. Everyone except Hoseok, who had quite the heated day with Dragana and Lea. There were ropes involved and the witches were not the ones feeling them on their bodies.

He leaves the room in beige shorts and a white button up, where he left the first four buttons open. A pair of glasses was perched on his perfectly shaped nose and his long hair was tied back into a bun. He walks with a confident bounce in his steps.

“Hey there everyone, Doctor Love’s finally awake”, he greets the others.

“What is he saying?” Jimin murmurs, addressing Taehyung with it.

“I have not the slightest clue”, Tae whispers, studying Hoseok from head to toe.

They were in the middle of arranging flowers in a book to press later. Well, Taehyung was in the middle of doing so and Jimin sat down next to him and began helping him whilst ruffling his hair every so often.

Seokjin, Jungkook and Emma were busy playing Mario Kart on their Switches. Jungkook is winning.

“Hello to you too”, Seokjin mumbles.

“Who did you fuck?” Jungkook asks without lifting his eyes.

“Dragana and Lea. Bro, I think my ass and cock are gonna be sore for weeks. Also I’m pretty sure that I have sore muscles in my tongue”, he says and sticks out his tongue.

Jungkook cocks up his brow but furrows it seconds later as he has to take a very sharp turn in the game and needs to concentrate.

“Congrats bro.”

“Did you guys know that witches can literally control our bodies so that we can’t cum unless they tell us to? Cause I didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t”, Jungkook says and presses his legs together inconspicuously.

“I did”, Taehyung throws in.

Hoseok looks at him and sees the eye contact as invitation to continue the conversation, “what’s up with that? Like, why did nobody tell me how witches fuck?”

“I wasn’t in the belief that you were interested in such knowledge.”

“Well, now I am. Like damn, I’m done”, he says and drops down on the sun lounge. He hisses in pain and jumps back up, “nevermind. No sitting for me. Damn bro, what’s up with witches? Aren’t we supposed to heal? My ass still hurts.”

Taehyung and Jimin send him a knowing look and chuckle. They look back at the lavender they are attempting to arrange.

“It’ll pass soon, trust me”, Jimin assures him and runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair again.

“I hope, because ouch”, Hoseok touches his butt. He looks around the garden, “where is everyone either way? They were gone when I woke.”

“The market. They’re selling their pesti and wine.”

“I see, ah what a bummer I’d have loved to talk to them some more before we leave. Do you guys know if we’ll leave today?”

“I don’t know, probably once Yoongi and ___ leave their room”, Jimin says.

“What’s up with those two either way? Were they fighting yesterday? I heard them slam doors.”

“I heard them talk about cowgirl style, so I doubt they fought”, Seokjin says and earns himself a loud gasp from Hoseok. He looks up from his game, meeting Hoseok’s flabbergasted look, “what?”

“You were listening in? You? What’s happening? Are you dying?”

Seokjin rolls his eyes, “it was an accident. The door slamming woke me then I heard them kiss and stopped listening in, only to catch glimpses again when they were in the middle of it. It was an accident, okay?”

“Sure, that’s what they all say”, Hoseok sits down next to Seokjin on the sun lounge and nudges his tummy, “you liked it, admit it.”

“Don’t be weird.”

“Is Hobi being a perv again?”

They all turn their heads upon hearing your voice, but their eyes don’t stay on you for long. They are all gawking at Yoongi and the wildly colourful shirt he is matching with beige pants. He lifts his head, studying their faces.

“Why are you staring?” he asks nonchalantly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Sexy shirt”, Jimin says, clearly being sarcastic.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?”

“Did you mix up your suitcases with my paint colours, hyung?” Taehyung teases.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?”

“Nothing, you’re just not wearing black today.”

“Yeah well, whatever”, Yoongi fixes the collar on his shirt, “I felt like it.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you fucked”, Hoseok says and gets to his feet to hurry to you and Yoongi. He nudges Yoongi’s tummy, “I figured you out, hyung. You always wear colour when you had a good fuck.”

Yoongi swats his hand away, “you’re a pervert, Hoba.”

“Oh proudly”, he grins and points down at his own outfit, “guess what my outfit means.”

“I guess you fucked too.”

“Bingo!” Hoseok poses, “guess who.”

“Dragana.”

“And?”

“Seriously? You fucked more than one?”

“Yup, Lea.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi cocks his brow up and looks at the others instead, “I’m sure you want me to congratulate you now”, he says nonchalantly. He studies Jimin and Taehyung for a moment to see if they were getting along. He looks away once he sees how peaceful they both seem, glancing back at Hoseok who is still staring at Yoongi.

“Did you know that witches can use spells to control our orgasms?” he asks him.

“Yeah, obviously. I was their teacher.”

“Hot?” you say.

“Yeah? Hot?” Hoseok agrees, “what the hell, hyung? Why did you never tell me?”

“Why should I tell you that? How would that have even gone down? Hey Hoba, I taught witches sex spells?”

“Exactly”, Hoseok says and lets out a loud sigh, “wah, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Mhm, do that on the road. We gotta leave now. Are you guys ready to go?”

“Yes, give us five more minutes we need to lay down the petals”, Taehyung says and lies down on his tummy to get closer to his book. He even goes so far as to stick his tongue out of his mouth for concentration.

“That’s okay. I’ll start loading the cars. Do you wanna help me, love?”

“Yeah, I’ll help”, you say and take his hand, “let’s go, Boongie let’s load the car”, you coo in a funny voice and do a little jump.

Yoongi follows you with a grin, repeating “let’s load the car”, in an equally as funny voice, which results in you answering him with the same sentence in an even funnier voice and Yoongi serving as your echo in an – you guessed it – even funnier voice. You both end up cackling like little children and the last thing the others see is Yoongi cracking up in a squeaky laugh at something you must be doing in the kitchen.

He stumbles inside and all that reaches their ears are loud giggles and squeaks.

They exchange a look with each other.

“Anyone know if ___ is a witch too? Because what the hell did she do to Yoongi?” Hoseok asks, pointing at the kitchen.

“I have goosebumps look”, Jimin says, showing off his arm.

“Truly”, Taehyung agrees.

“Wah, you guys are so mean”, Jungkook whines, “he’s just in love and happy. Don’t be weird about it.”

“We’re not. We’re just used to Yoongi frowning day in and out”, Jimin says, “that’s how I met him and that’s how he has always been for literal centuries.”

“Truly”, Taehyung says, “I have known this man for five hundred years and this is the first time I see him wear colour from head to toe or hear his honest laugh. I didn’t even know that he squeaks when he laughs.”

“Legit. We knew him as a cold grumps.”

“Yeah well, he doesn’t want to be that way anymore and I think it’s really cute”, Jungkook says, “he feels safe in being himself these days, it’s nice.”

Hoseok nods his head in agreement, as do Seokjin and Emma.

“I’m not saying anything against it”, Jimin defends himself, “let him be happy. The fucking idiot deserves it”, he says and turns back to Taehyung.

“He truly does”, Taehyung says and then whines loudly, “Jimin, stop breathing on the flowers! You are moving them!”

“Excuse me? Am I not allowed to breathe? Wah Taetae, you’re cruel”, Jimin throws back in a pouty whine and ruffles Taehyung’s hair.

You leave the witches’ house half an hour later. Meredith and Jelena see you off and promise Hoseok to tell Dragana and Lea to call him (they will). You take the car with Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin while the rest takes the other. Meredith gives you a spell book as a parting gift, telling you that you might enjoy it as the magic was all about plants. You thanked her and then she hugged you. It felt nice to be hugged by her. Like a big sister giving you a parting hug. Jelena gave you a big box of food, for when you grow hungry on the long journey and then snuck one last glance at Yoongi. You bid your goodbyes moments later and as the house grew small and smaller on the horizon, you knew that life will be a little easier to bear again.

Seokjin just pulled into the road in front of you. Yoongi follows after taking a look over his shoulder. The road looks endless in front of you eyes.

“So where to next?” Jimin asks, having his head stuck between the seats to see you and Yoongi better.

Yoongi places his hand on your thigh.

“Home.”

The lunch box Jelena prepared has been emptied by now and for most of the ride, you slept off your hangover while Yoongi held your hand. You woke around an hour ago and began snacking on Jelena’s lunch box whilst looking at the scenery. It looks so familiar now that you are almost home. Your back hurts from sitting for so long, but you didn’t mind because you were so close to home. Just one more hour and then you would finally pull up into the estate’s big grounds.

“So what are you planning on doing once we’re back home?” Jimin asks you.

“I want to open all of my windows and let in the fresh air and then I want to clean up my atelier”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm cleaning. That sounds fun. I’m surprised that you allowed your atelier to get dirty.”

“I”, Taehyung lets out an embarrassed chuckle, “I had a mild mental breakdown and destroyed a few of my paintings.”

“Why?”

“Because I thought that you died. Please don’t probe any further, I was very heartbroken”, Taehyung says with embarrassment in his voice.

Jimin gives him a soft smile and pats his knee, “I’ll help you clean. It’s the least I can do for making you go through all of this.”

“Thank you. I feel happy to know that you will help me”, Taehyung says and smiles.

Jimin looks to the front, “and you guys?” he asks you and Yoongi.

“I don’t know. Probably take a long shower”, Yoongi says.

“That sounds good”, Jimin nods his head, “___?”

“Check up on my plants first and then drink tea.”

“Your plants, huh?”

“Yeah, about that. I kinda moved into your wing.”

Jimin blinks in disbelief.

“Seriously?” he gasps, “I’m dead for a year and get erased just like this?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. It was Yoongi’s idea. And then Tae offered it too, so…yeah.”

Jimin rolls his eyes to the point you fear they might get stuck.

“Goddamn it, you apartment stealing bitch.”

“Language”, Yoongi warns, sending Jimin a look through the rear view mirror.

“Yeah, exactly. Language”, you agree, reaching behind you to slap Jimin’s knee gently, “besides, there are still many empty wings in the estate. It’s not like we threw you out completely. We just thought that your wing was fitting because of the greenhouse.”

“I guess for a plant nerd like you”, he eyes you up from head to toe with his nose just slightly scrunched up, “urgh, I still can’t believe you took my wing just like this.”

“I didn’t-”, you point an accusing finger at him, “okay listen mister, it took a lot of boggling my poor mind to come to the decision. I didn’t even want to take it at first in order to honour you and shit, but then Tae told me that he would rather see me fill it with life than watch it get covered in dust. Only then I thought about potentially moving in.”

“Aww, you wanted to honour me?” he teases, making big puppy eyes at you.

“Well now? Not anymore, dickwad.”

“Rude?”

“And true.”

“Double rude?”

“Hey, I’m not the one who pretended to be dead for a year.”

“I didn’t pretend-”, it is his turn to point an accusing finger at you, “you know what? No. We had this discussion already. You know exactly that I was basically useless for months after I had to literally regenerate from ash like a phoenix.”

You snort, chuckling. “A phoenix? Really?”

“Yeah, duh? Have you seen me? I’m hot.”

He makes you laugh.

“I can’t argue with you on that.”

“I know.”

You and Jimin snicker, turning away from each other to watch the scenery pass by.

“That was hella uncalled for”, Yoongi whispers, sending you a jealous look. One you erase instantly with a soft pinch to his cheek, followed by a big smooch. Yoongi leans in for one more kiss, one you give him gladly. He grins happily afterwards, wiggling his shoulders to the music.

“Maybe you could take the guest wing?” Taehyung suggests, looking at Jimin.

“The guest wing?”

“Yes. We could be neighbours that way”, Taehyung says, painting slight fondness onto Jimin’s features.

“I guess if you say it like that, the guest wing sounds better”, Jimin says and nods his head, touching his chin to think.

“Yes, it does. You could renovate the mirror room and make it your dance studio. You always wanted to have a dance studio, didn’t you?” Taehyung says with sparkling eyes, “oh Jimin, I want to help if you decide to do it. We, we haven’t done home renovations in ages”, he says, taking Jimin’s hand to shake it excitedly.

Jimin gives him a warm smile, “it would be nice if we did some renovating together.”

Taehyung giggles and lets himself fall against Jimin, resting his head on his shoulder and pulling their intertwined hand between his legs to keep them warm.

You exchange a look with Yoongi. He seems to be thinking the same thing than you. So Jimin is actually keeping his promise to do better.

“Did you guys do lots of home renovations in the past?” you ask them.

“Yes, we did. You should have seen Jimin’s castle when I first met him. It was completely outdated. I helped him redo everything”, Taehyung says.

“In my defence, I was like super depressed back then. Taetae really spiced up my place. He always had an eye for colour.”

“Now that’s a lie, you have great eye for it too”, Taehyung says, nudging Jimin’s shoulder with his cheek, “the colours you picked for our sitting room were wonderful.”

“That was actually more Ava’s doing than mine, but thank you.”

“Ava? Is she the woman you told me of once, Tae?”

“Yes it is her. We did a lot of renovating with her, didn’t we Jimin?”

“Yes, we did”, Jimin says, “can we not talk about her though? I guess, it’s still a little hard for me.”

“Oh? Of course. I apologize”, Taehyung says and squeezes his hand, “you have to tell ___ about your apple trees however. Please.”

“Apple trees?”

“I uh.. it’s not even that great. I just planted a few apple trees in our garden and they always bared fruit in the autumn.”

“Oh, that sounds awesome. Were you the one who planted all those fruit trees in the estate gardens?”

“Yes”, Jimin nods his head.

“That’s so cool. So you can help me with my gardening from now on?”

“I’ll help too”, Yoongi throws in instantly, sneaking a shy glance at you.

“I’d love that, my prince”, you say with a fond smile, “the grounds are so huge, I’d appreciate every help. How did you do it either way?”

“Me?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah.”

“Oh because of the greenhouse?”

You nod your head.

“Yeah, I didn’t take care of that. I had gardeners for it. I just wanted to have it for the vibes.”

You chuckle, “I see. So I don’t have to feel bad that it’s mine these days?”

“No sure go ahead, it’s all yours. It wasn’t mine in the first place either way. It just came with the wing.”

“How should I understand that?”

“It was mine”, Yoongi says nonchalantly.

“As are the grounds and the entire castle”, Taehyung throws in, reaching to the front to massage Yoongi’s right shoulder, “don’t sell yourself under your worth, hyung. You are old money.”

“Don’t say that, I told you before that the wings are all yours. Just because I own it, doesn’t mean it’s mine. I don’t care about them, they’re yours”, Yoongi whines.

“Yes, but you were the one who gave them to us. They are still yours.”

“No they’re not. I gave them to you guys, seriously you’re making no sense”, Yoongi murmurs shyly.

Taehyung snickers, giving Yoongi a gentle shoulder pat before he falls back against his seat, relaxing with his eyes wandering outside.

You sneak a little glance at Yoongi. You think that it is beyond heart warming that Yoongi, even back when he pretended not to care for anyone, wanted to share his home with his friends. The castle may be his’ but he would see no worth in it if he couldn’t share it with his family.

“You’re so sweet”, you whisper, turning your knees to him as your eyes drift outside as well.

Yoongi acts as if he didn’t hear it, but proceeds to fumble with his own ear giddily for the next twenty minutes of the drive.

Jungkook joins you once you are in town. Seokjin wanted to show his house to Emma and Hoseok agreed to come with them because he really missed his room. You said your goodbyes with promises of meeting up for dinner in the estate later.

Jungkook wiggles himself on the backseat next to Taehyung, giggling shyly when the latter greets him with a kiss to his cheek.

“I can’t believe that we’re only ten minutes from home”, Jungkook says, “how did you guys spend your drive?”

“We just talked about old times and about what we’re gonna do once home. I also slept my hangover off, I feel reborn”, you tell him.

“Ooh that’s nice. What do you want to do when we’re home?” he asks and so you tell him of your plans to which he says that they were all good plans.

“What do you want to do?” Jimin asks him.

“I think the first thing I want to do is take a shower and then nap. I’m so tired from the drive, it’s insane”, Jungkook says and then yawns loudly.

It makes you yawn as well and seconds later, Taehyung joins in too.

“You’re making me sleepy too, Kook”, you say.

“Sorry, you guys are free to join me”, he offers.

“Maybe I will take you up on that offer later”, Taehyung says.

You arrive with bright smiles on your faces. You go your separate ways, each hurrying to your wings with excitement in your tummies. Everything is how you left it, looking even more beautiful than you remember it to look. Coming home is so nice when it is with the right people.

You abandon your suitcases in the hallways, having to hurry through your wing to check up on all of your plants. They are all thriving, some have grown impressively. The gardener, Taehyung hired, did an incredible job and you remember to tell Taehyung later to give him a huge bonus for his amazing work.

You leave the wing again after throwing your laundry in the washer and emptying the rest of the suitcase. You plan on checking up on the greenhouse later. First you need to do something very important. There is something which makes you want to check up on Yoongi. An unexplainable yet addictive pull.

“Yoongi?”

His bedroom is empty, but the lights to his dressing room are on. You follow them.

Your love is kneeling on the floor, sorting through his shoe collection. Judging by the duster by his knee, he also uses the opportunity to clean the cupboards. His suitcases are open on the floor. All of the laundry is gone and only his shoes and other essentials like his toiletries and music stuff are inside. He must have sidetracked while emptying his luggage.

“Yoongi?”

He doesn’t hear you, which means he’s got ear buds in. 

You tiptoe to him and kneel down beside him. You startle him, you know that you do because he tenses up for a moment, but he covers it up perfectly. His head turns to you. 

“Oh. You.”

He takes out his headphones and stops his music.

“Did I just scare you?”

“No.”

“I think I did”, you reach out and nudge his arm, “I saw you flinch.”

His eyes light up and he scoffs, “you saw wrong”, he says and lowers his head shyly. 

You snicker, then sit down on the ground, “can you remember all the times you scared me?”

“Yeah, they were funny.”

“No they weren’t. They were traumatic”, you joke, making him chuckle.

“Sorry. I was just joking when I did it.”

“I know, I was joking right now too. Although, I gotta say it annoyed me at first.”

He looks into your eyes.

“Or maybe I secretly liked it and I hated that I did.”

He looks at your lips.

“I liked it”, he confesses, “it made your heart race and I liked that sound. I didn’t know why, but I did. I know these days.”

“Damn, you’re gonna make it race right now.”

“I know. I hear it”, he says and scoots closer with his eyes still glued to your lips, “it’s weird to be home. The last time I was in this room, I cried while I was packing my shit. I thought I’d never see you again.”

“You cried?”

“Yeah, like a fucking baby.”

“Oh Yoongs”, you inch closer, “why did you leave back then either way?”

“Because what we started to have scared me. I didn’t wanna fall in love and yet I did. It was scary”, he says and touches your hand gently “and because I fed you my blood. I felt like a monster. I…I still do”, he whispers, playing with your fingers mindlessly while his eyes follow the movements.

“Gosh, no don’t say that”, you say, intertwining your fingers with him, “you’re not a monster, my love. I bet you’re just being sappy because you’re home again.”

“Yeah, probably. I keep thinking about us back then.”

“Me too, I caught myself glancing at the piano and reliving our first kiss. I can’t believe that I pushed you away back then.”

He is holding his breath.

“I was so scared of what I felt for you that I pretended not to care, but I did. I really did.”

“I was hurt”, he confesses, “back then, I was hurt. The switch flipped and when you pushed me away, I was hurt. And then I panicked. Because I felt again. I panicked. A lot. Why am I telling you this?”

“Keep going, love.”

“I had a panic attack. It hurt so much. It felt like I was dying. So I flipped it again, but then you kissed me in the sitting room and it flipped again. Yeah.”

“Thank you for telling me this, my love”, you say and kiss his cheek, “also, I’m so sorry for bringing you so much grief back then. I was such a bitch.”

“I already forgave you.”

“If I could turn back in time, I would stay and hold you through the attack.”

“It’s okay. I think it’s good the way we got together. I wouldn’t change anything. Maybe we wouldn’t have clicked if we changed something.”

“I think we still would have clicked”, you say and give him a smile.

He looks away shyly, pulling his hand away so he could rub the side of his neck.

“Now, what are you doing? Are you cleaning out your shoes?”

“Yes. Some got moldy. I’m throwing them out”, he says. 

“Gosh, what a bother. Can’t you clean them?”

“Yes, but I have so many shoes. I won’t wear them. I need space. I don’t know. I already emptied my suitcases. The clothes are in the washer”, he says, rubbing his neck.

He seems nervous. It’s cute. 

You wrap your arms around him and wiggle him from side to side. 

“Why are you so nervous, my love? Am I flustering you, mhm?”

“I’m not nervous”, he lies, “I feel weird. It’s weird to be home.”

“You’re not trying to act like grumpy Yoongi from back then, are you?” you joke to which Yoongi turns his head to send you a pout. You snicker, regretting it a second later when Yoongi attacks you with a big smooch to your neck and his strong arms pushing you down. He makes sure to cushion your head by cradling the back of it in his palm. And then he is already on top of you, attacking your cheeks with toothless bites while he lets out soft purrs mixed with little sounds of agreement. Almost like a cat enjoying the food it eats. 

Squeaking and giggling, you try to fight him off. This makes you so happy. One won’t ever be able to describe just how utterly happy this man makes you.  

Yoongi ends his love attack by huffing out air and nudging you with his button nose. Then he lifts his head, looking deep into your eyes while his big hands caress the crown of your head. 

“I’m not a grumps”, he says.

“No you’re not, you’re my Yoongi Boongie.”

“Yeah. Right”, he nods his head, “I am.”

“And you’re a cutie patootie.”

His cheeks heat up, he lowers his eyes.

“Yeah”, he whispers, nodding his head.

You giggle, “oh Yoongs, you’re so cute”, you say, caressing his cheeks.

He leans into the touch, stubs you with his nose and sits up. He takes out a pair of leather boots. They are black in colour. He shows them to you.

“What do you think of them?” he asks.

You sit up as well, shimmying closer until your legs are touching. You place your hands on his thigh, rubbing it gently. 

“They’re pretty. Are you going to keep them?”

“Yeah. They’re good shoes”, he says and puts them on the right pile. 

“Is the left pile for shoes you’ll throw away?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to donate them to a charity shop?”

“Yeah, uhm. I’ll ask Hoba and Kook first. Maybe they’ll like something.”

“Oh that’s a good idea. I think Jimin could like them too. I’ve seen him wear boots.”

“Yeah. I’ll ask everyone. Is that weird?”

“No, of course not. I like exchanging clothes between friends. I think it’s a really cute activity”, you say, “oh”, you gasp.

Yoongi looks at you with big eyes.

You hit his thigh gently.

“Yoongi, let’s turn it into a friendship flea market where we all sort through our stuff and then we put up market stands in, in the ballroom and then we can go to each other’s stands and get the stuff we want.”

Yoongi smiles, placing his hand over yours.

“Sure. Let’s do that. You tell the others.”

“I will, I will”, you say and giggle, “oh Yoongi, you’re the best”, you say and smooch his cheek, “I’ll get started right away”, you say and get up.

Yoongi watches you take two steps and then stop and turn.

“Actually, I’ll go to the greenhouse first. I haven’t even seen it yet. I wanted to see you first”, you say and hurry to him so you can take his head between your hands and tilt it up for a kiss. 

Yoongi reaches up for you, lifting himself to kiss you better. He feels like puddy in his knees, hoping for you to never break the kiss. 

But you do because you are too excited about the greenhouse.

“I’ll see you at dinner, my love”, you tell him and break contact.

And while you hurry out of his room with happiness in your steps, Yoongi is left with unbearable yearning for more of your kisses. 

He turns back to his shoes, sighing sadly and tracing his lips with his fingers. 

Oh how he wants to kiss you.

The air in the greenhouse is warm and smells fresh. The fountain is gurgling and the plants are blindingly green.

“Wow”, you gasp, “hello, my friends! I’m back. Wow, look at you guys, you’ve all grown so much”, you greet them, hurrying through the grounds. You are so happy to be back. You have so many plans for what you want to do now that you finally have the time.

“Hey, there.”

You turn upon hearing the familiar voice. Yoongi is standing behind you, eyes sparkling in fondness.

“Hello there handsome stranger”, you say, closing the three steps separating the two of you to hook your arms behind his head. You kiss his lips, pulling back with a loud “mwuah”.

His lips are curled into a shy smile.

“You weren’t lying when you said that the wing’s like a jungle”, he says.

“Right? Did you see what I did to the hallway? The hanging plants look so good against the windows, don’t they?”

“They look very good”, Yoongi nods his head, “you have such an eye for plants.”

You giggle, pecking his lips as a thank you.

“Do you want to see what I plan on doing with the meadow?”

“Of course, show me”, Yoongi says, letting you pull him with you.

It is way too chilly to go outside and so you look at the meadow from the comfort of your window. The glass is fogged up at its edges from the difference in temperatures, but you don’t mind, explaining every single detail of your plan to Yoongi while the latter listens with great interest, humming in approval and nodding his head whenever you say something especially nice. He also throws in the occasional “that’s such a good idea” and “of course I’ll help you with that, my love”. It was truly so amazing to tell him everything.

Afterwards you led him around the greenhouse, showing him all the plants. Yoongi looked at every single one with undivided attention, commenting about how much they have grown and that “he can clearly remember how small they once were, but now they look very good”. It made you so happy to hear and you kissed his cheeks way too many times. Yoongi still thinks that it wasn’t enough times, presenting his cheek to you at every given chance just to snatch another little smooch from you.

You end your round by the little pond, staring into the water and holding hands. 

“Can you remember the last time we stood here together?”

“I do.”

“You still pretended as if you didn’t care. If I remember correctly you called me a slow walker.”

“You are.”

You nudge his arm, “rude.”

He smirks lazily, sneaking a glance at you. 

“Either way, I’m glad we aren’t these people anymore”, you say. 

“Me too”, Yoongi says and drapes his arm over your shoulder. 

You snuggle into him, rubbing his tummy and resting your head against him. So much changed since that day. So many good things happened. So much pain and grief. And yet you are still here. With him as your partner. 

“This feels like the end of something big”, you say.

“The end of something big? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I feel like if we were in a story this would be the part where the author makes us talk about all the stuff we went through and then end it with an emotional dialogue where we talk about our bright future because the worst is behind us.”

Yoongi chuckles.

“But we aren’t in a story.”

“Yeah I know, tzt spoilsport I wanted to be edgy.”

Yoongi snorts in amusement. 

“Sorry to step on your parade”, he mumbles, making you roll your eyes and chuckle fondly.

“Whatever.”

Yoongi glances at you. You look content and at peace. Yoongi pulls you closer, kissing your temple. Your eyes fall closed in reaction, relaxation washes over you. 

“You’re so cute”, he whispers, resting his head against you. He closes his eyes and sighs contently.

He can sense it as well. This is the end of something big. He can feel it. The worst is behind you now. Namjoon may still be somewhere out in this world, but it will be an easy task to find him. Yoongi knows it. He can feel it. His future is bright. Shining the brightest because he can spend it with you.

You retreat to the kitchen after you showed him everything, meeting Taehyung and Jungkook there. They were making out against the kitchen island before you came in, but stop when you do. Jungkook looks flustered, while Taehyung looks cocky.

“I thought that you wanted to take a nap, Kookie”, you say.

“I did, but then I thought that I didn’t wanna miss out on dinner”, Jungkook explains, jumping off the counter to escape Taehyung’s everlasting grabby hands.

“Well, that’s nice. Yoongi and I plan on cooking.”

“We will help”, Taehyung says.

“Of course, but you will not touch a pan. You’ll just burn everything”, Yoongi teases to which Taehyung gasps dramatically. Yoongi snickers, ruffling Taehyung’s hair at the back as he passes him on his way to the refrigerator.

Taehyung looks at him with sparkly eyes because of it, rocking back and forth on his toes and heels.

“Tae my darling, we have to give the gardeners a huge tip when they come over on Thursday. My plants look so amazing because of them”, you say.

“Indeed?” Taehyung says, hurrying to you in happy steps, “I am very happy to hear this, my darling. You have to give me a tour later.”

“Yes, definitely. I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

“And I can’t wait to get a tour”, Taehyung steps closer and kisses your cheek. You smile, returning the kiss to the tip of his nose. He blushes slightly because of it.

“You’re cute”, you tell him, caressing his soft cheek, “can you be a darling and peel some potatoes?”

“Of course. What are we making tonight?”

“Gnocchi. Yoongi knows a yummy recipe.”

“Oh, this sounds delicious”, Taehyung says and busies himself beside you with peeling the potatoes while you cut them into stripes for easier handling later.

“What can I do?” Jungkook asks.

“You can cut the onions”, Yoongi says, “we’ll need them for the sauce.”

“On it”, Jungkook says and places himself next to Yoongi. And while he is busy peeling and cutting the onions, Yoongi busies himself with cutting his self cured meat into thin stripes. You went grocery shopping on the road, knowing that you wanted to eat dinner later.

“You have to give me a tour too, baby”, Jungkook says.

“Yes, please”, you say and bounce on the spot, “oh guys, I’m so happy that you want to see my plants. It means a lot to me.”

The vampires exchange a fond look with each other and while Taehyung leans over to kiss your cheek and Jungkook sends you a lovedrunk grin, Yoongi sets the knife down.

“Let’s turn the radio on”, he says and struts to it calmly.

The music turns on and fills the kitchen with relaxing melodies. Every now and then the radio host interrupts the program, talking about how autumn is only a few days away and that the apples are almost ready to be picked. An elderly woman proceeded to talk about her family’s apple crumble recipe for quite a while.

“I think I can make it better”, Yoongi says. He and Jungkook are caramelising the onions in a pan while you and Tae prepare the dry ingredients for the gnocchi dough.

“You think so?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, Yoongi nods his head.

“I’m sure you could, sugarbutt”, you say, giving his butt a soft spank.

“Hey”, he complains, which makes you and the others snicker.

Yoongi merely huffs out air and then proceeds to stir the onions with red cheeks.

“It feels strange to be home”, Jungkook says, “it’s almost as if we are dreaming.”

“I can’t believe it either. I thought our journey would never end”, you agree.

“We went through a lot, but I sense that it brought us closer together”, Taehyung says, placing his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, “wouldn’t you agree, hyung?”

“Yes, I do. I still think you’re a brat”, he says to which Taehyung grins boyishly.

“Oh my god you guys”, you gasp, making the vampires turn in worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“What happened?

“Are you okay?”

“I just realised something. This is it.”

“This is what?”

“This is the emotional conversation I talked about. Yoongi, it happened”, you say, slapping his arm excitedly.

Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief but smiles.

“Of course, if you say so.”

“Emotional conversation?” Jungkook asks and you so explain it to him while Taehyung and Yoongi busy themselves with getting dinner finally started. Jungkook shared in your excitement once he knew the entire story, bouncing on the spot with a cute giggle.

Jimin joins once dinner is almost done, wearing comfortable clothes for the first time ever since you got to know him. Grey sweats and a white oversized hoodie. He looks cozy like that, offering his help by setting the table in the dining room.

By the time you have dinner on the table the others come over, bringing wine and dessert in the form of cake from the bakery in town. The one where you and Taehyung got cake from all those months ago when their secret was still unknown to you.

Dinner is nice. Good even. Perhaps even great. The rivalry of once has been left behind and conversation is great now that everyone sees eye to eye. Bear in mind, Yoongi and Jimin still find themselves bickering at countless moments, but the underlying friendliness was clear in their voices. Taehyung starts a few attempts at getting Yoongi to flirt back and by the time the main course had been served, Yoongi became so fed up with the attempts that he decided to flirt back. Just once. But it was enough to send Taehyung blushing and stumbling over his words. Yoongi smirked triumphantly in reaction and for the rest of dinner Taehyung didn’t try any new attempts at flirting with Yoongi. It was truly hilarious to watch.

You decide to play a board game in the sitting room after dinner. The fireplace keeps you warm and cozy and several blankets add the finishing touches. You teamed up in pairs of two. Seokjin and Emma paired up, as did Jungkook and Hoseok. Jimin wanted to play with Taehyung and that left you and Yoongi to team up. Which was the perfect outcome because Yoongi turned out to be incredibly good in coming up with strategies on how to escape the traps the other groups laid.

The game has advanced into deep background lore and brutal fighting on the board when Hoseok lets out a sigh of contentment, speaking what everyone was thinking.

“This is exactly what I needed”, he says, “we should have had nights like these more often.”

“We will”, Yoongi says, watching Jimin do his group’s move with piercing eyes. You are resting against his side, sipping on some tea. Emma prepared each of you a mug when it wasn’t her group’s turn. It tasted very good. Like cinnamon and orange peels.

“Yes, I believe so too”, Taehyung says, “oh that was clever, Jimin. Attempt to escape this, losers”, he exclaims nudging Jungkook’s knee teasingly.

“Wah, so mean. We supported your clerics last round”, Jungkook mumbles, disappearing into his cards with a big pout on his lips. For the next few minutes you can hear him and Hoseok mumble their plan, both faces hidden behind their cards and heads glued together.

Yoongi uses the time to kiss your temple and get a whiff of your happy scent by nuzzling his nose into you. It makes you smell even happier than you did before and makes his tummy flutter even more. You turn your head to steal one kiss from him before relaxing against him.

“Are you guys planning on staying?” Taehyung asks Seokjin and Emma. They talked about Jimin’s plan of renovating his wing before their turn and now have time to continue their conversation.

“Just until Sunday. We plan on going to Gordes to check up on Emma’s shop.”

“Well, that sounds lovely. Who was watching your shop?”

“My best friend Genevieve. She is a Normal just like you”, Emma answers him.

“Oh? How wonderful. Do send her my regards.”

“Thank you. I will”, Emma gives Taehyung a sweet smile then looks at the rest of you, “and you guys? Any plans now that we are finally home?”

“I won’t be staying for too long”, Yoongi says.

Jungkook and Hoseok stop talking, the rest of the room grows quiet as well.

“What do you mean?” you gasp, shimmying out of your snuggle position to look at him, “that’s news to me. What do you mean by that?”

“I need to leave again. Namjoon’s still out there somewhere. Why are you looking at me like that? You know that I can’t stop looking for him.”

“Yes, but I thought that at least we could spend the colder months together.”

“And then once it’s warmer you’ll ask me to stay because it’s getting warmer. I can’t stay for too long. You know that.”

You lower your eyes sadly.

“Don’t say it like that”, Jungkook says, “we are all surprised that you want to leave again. Don’t be so mean to ___.”

“I was mean?” Yoongi blinks his eyes in disbelief.

“Yes, it was a little harsh”, Hoseok agrees.

Yoongi furrows his brows, “mhm”, he lets out.

He turns to you, placing his arm around you.

“I’m sorry, my princess”, he says softly, kissing your cheek, “I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.”

You lean into him, “yeah I know”, you whisper, “it’s okay guys, I’m really fine”, you say with a smile, “you guys, when are you making your move? I finally wanna do our attack”, you ask in hopes of changing the conversation.

“Oh? Uhm”, Jungkook clears his throat, “wait a minute”, he says and turns to Hoseok, “Hobi, should we do it? I think we can defeat them that way.”

“Yes sure, let’s do it”, Hoseok says and throws the dice.

The topic of Yoongi’s departure won’t come up again for the rest of the night, but will linger in the back of your head the entire time.

Taehyung and Jimin end up winning the game by casting fire on their enemies. It earned them a round of complaints and accusations of being cheater, but they merely cackled in victory and acted so cute about it that in the end you could merely chuckle at them. And while it was a nice moment and you genuinely enjoyed laughing with them, your smiles left a bitter taste in your mouth. Yoongi plans on leaving soon and that makes the peace feel not as peaceful anymore.

You wanted to be in your wing once game night ended, asking for a little privacy which everyone accepted without questions. Except for Yoongi who asked you if you were okay to which you dismissed him with a “I just need some time alone”. He gave up asking more questions afterwards, leaving you to your solitude with sagging shoulders.

You did a lot of thinking in the greenhouse and later under the shower. All the thinking you did made you come to the conclusion that you are really sad about Yoongi’s impending departure and that you wanted to be sad and alone in bed. You were ready to fall asleep just like that, but then your bed felt too big for one person. Too big. Way too big. And then the wish of wanting to be alone felt too painful and turned into punishment. You didn’t want to be alone on your first night home, you wanted to be with someone you loved. Taehyung was with Jimin tonight and Jungkook went back to his old place to celebrate with the others. Which left only Yoongi as your potential sleeping buddy. He was a good option. An option which scared you just a little because it meant actively breaking your old pattern of not talking shit out and instead to seek out conversation. And that was a scary thing to do, but you knew that you had to do it in order to be a better partner for him. Yoongi is probably blaming himself already and you don’t want him to have to do that.

So equipped with your fluffiest socks and thickest pyjamas you hurry to his wing. But not before making some sleepy tea for the both of you. The aspect of knowing that he will be in his wing feels exciting even if you have to talk shit out. It is just so very nice to know that he is home again, even if it is just for a few more days.

The office and the music room are empty. As is his sitting room. Which leaves only his bedroom and its ensuite rooms.

You knock on his door twice with your elbow, but get no answer. So you open the door slowly. Once again using your elbow for it with the hope of not spilling the tea. 

“Yoongi? It’s me. I’m coming in.”

Shuffling of feet then the click of a door closing. 

“Yoongi?”

He is sitting up in bed, looking tinier than he actually is now that dozens of pillows surround him and the fluffiest duvet covers his lower body. He was clearly listening to music before you came in, judging by his phone and ear buds in his hand.

“What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to be alone.”

“I changed my mind. Can I sleep here?” you ask him, “I brought tea.”

“Yes, of course. Come here”, he says, discarding his phone and opening the covers.

You hurry to his bed in big steps, placing the mugs of tea on his nightstand. They will be forgotten within seconds and will only be rediscovered by him tomorrow morning.

You step out of your slippers and climb on top of the big bed. You lie down next to him, studying his face as he makes it his task to tug you in thoroughly.

“Thanks”, you tell him once he finished.

“Mhm”, he retreats back, looking at you nervously.

So now you are facing each other. Yoongi propped up on his elbow and you looking up at him with the blanket pulled up all the way up to your ear.

“Are you still mad at me?” Yoongi breaks the silence.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“But?”

“I’m really sad because you want to leave again.”

“I won’t leave instantly, so you still have me for a few days.”

“Can’t we enjoy it a little longer? We just came home and I really wanna be with you.”

“A week then?”

He is compromising. You really appreciate his offer. You shimmy until you are closer to him. Yoongi’s eyes race between yours instantly, his hand rests itself on your waist warm and safely.

“Do you have to leave at all?” you ask him.

“You know that I do”, Yoongi says and pouts, “I don’t want to leave either, you know that.”

“I know.”

“So can’t you make it a little easier for me? Please?”

You study his features. He has his hair down and his cheeks look dewy from whatever cream he used tonight. You reach up, brushing your fingertips over his soft cheek before tugging a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I’m so clingy, aren’t I?” you ask in whisper.

“Maybe a little”, he says, blinking slowly because your innocent touch feels good.

You sigh deeply, “I know. I really have to learn how to live without you, don’t I?”

Yoongi furrows his brows, “now wait. That sounds like a bad plan. Don’t learn that.”

You snort, having to chuckle.

“I just meant that I’m being a lot right now, aren’t I? I shouldn’t make it so hard for you.”

“If it really hurts you a lot, I can stay for the rest of the year. But I can’t stay longer than that.”

You massage his ear gently.

“I’m not hurt. Just sad”, you assure him, “I think I was so into the idea that we’re finally at peace that I forgot that the only reason we’re home is because we’re taking a break.”

“I really want peace, my love”, he confesses, “I’m already exhausted thinking about having to start the stupid chase again.”

“I know, I’m tired too”, you say, cupping his cheek. You run your thumb right under his eye where his skin is so incredibly tender, “you look a little tired tonight, my love.”

He nods his head, “I was really scared that you’d be angry. I guess it shows”, he confesses and lets out a breathy laugh.

You give him a smile, tracing the little wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes now that he laughs. Yoongi relaxes his features, releasing a sigh of awe as his lips part softly and his eyes race over your face.

“You won’t take me with you again when you leave, will you?” you ask him, already knowing the answer.

Yoongi still hesitates however, even if he is aware that you already know. Speaking it aloud makes it reality and that is hard to accept.

“It’s so dangerous”, he whispers, “someone almost stole you from me. You are so much safer here where vampires and witches can’t reach you. The barrier spell Meredith cast on the grounds will keep you and the others safe.”

“I knew that you would say that”, you say, lowering your eyes sadly.

“You know why I think that way, don’t you?” he asks, cupping your cheek because he wants to prevent you from turning your head away just in case.

“Yeah, I do”, you say, “will you take Kookie with you again?”

“He’ll stay here and train with Tae. We already talked about it and they both agreed.”

“What? But then-”

“Princess, hey. Don’t cry please”, Yoongi gasps, eyes focusing on the tears forming in your eyes.

“But then you’ll be all alone. Yoongi no, I don’t want you to be alone”, you press out, sobbing just a little.

“I won’t be alone. I’ll have you right here”, he says, placing your hand on his chest.

“Noo you are so sweet, please”, you say, sobbing again.

“Hey, don’t cry please”, Yoongi begs, leaning down to litter your face with kisses.

“I’m so emotional tonight, everything makes me cry”, you explain in mixture of an embarrassed chuckle and a sad sob, “I’m so sad that you’ll be alone. My poor Yoongi Boongie”, you whine, sniffling loudly.

Yoongi chuckles, pecking your lips repeatedly until they stop trembling. He lifts his head, stubbing you with his nose.

“Crybaby”, he teases.

“Hey”, you complain, “don’t say that, you’ll make me cry again. I’m really sensitive tonight.”

“Sorry, I won’t say it again”, he says, kissing your cheek with a fond smile on his lips.

“Hmpf”, you huff out air and turn your head so you could stub him with your nose.

Yoongi opens his eyes, meeting your adoring gaze.

“I can stay with you tonight, right?”

“Yes, please stay”, Yoongi says, drawing closer until he can nuzzle into you for cuddles. He purrs, tickling you with soft nibs on your neck.

“Tickles”, you giggle, fighting him off by wiggling your shoulders.

Yoongi chuckles softly, lifting his head to gaze at you. He looks happy. You reach up and brush the back of your fingers over his cheek.

“I had so much fun tonight”, you tell him, “I think we make an amazing team.”

“Me too. Your poison plan was really clever.”

“Right? Seokjin’s face was so funny when he realised what we did.”

Yoongi snickers, nodding his head in agreement. He draws closer to you until your noses are almost touching so he can share in the bond with you better.

“I had so much fun too”, he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. This was the first time I played board games with other people.”

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s nice.”

You smile, tracing his pretty lips.

“I’m so happy you feel that way, my beloved”, you say softly, “I hope you know that this means that you have to partake in every board game evening from now on. No more excluding yourself from stuff, you’re part of our group now.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding his head, “I can live with that.”

“Good”, you say, sealing the deal with a feather light kiss on the tip of his nose.

Yoongi flutters his lashes at you, looking flabbergasted.

“You look really handsome”, you whisper, tracing his eyebrows.

Yoongi lowers his eyes bashfully. 

“I didn’t even do anything”, he mumbles.

“So?” 

He flusters even more, cheeks gaining the faintest hint of colour. You touch them, giving them a soft squish.

“You’ve got such nice skin tonight. So glowy and plump”, you say. 

He snorts, “plump? Really?”

“Yeah”, you say, pinching his cheek to really smush it, “squishy cheekies.”

He swats your hand away gently, “why are you so weird?” he whines in embarrassment.

“Why? Why are you so weird?” you whine and touch his cheek again.

Yoongi leans in, enjoying the touch with flutters of his lashes. 

“Seriously though, what did you use tonight? Your skin’s amazing.”

“Kookie gave me one of his creams. I don’t know. He said that I should try it ‘cause it’s good for the skin”, he explains.

“Mhhm I see. He’s right, you look really pretty”, you say. 

Yoongi drops his face into the pillow with a huff of air. He turns it to the side, peeking at you through his bangs.

You shimmy closer, reaching out to tug his hair out of his eyes. You continue playing with it mindlessly afterwards and mere seconds later the soft purring of Yoongi fills the room. Like this you are both bundled up under the fluffy covers, facing each other with barely any distance between your faces. It feels so cozy and intimate.

“Your hair’s so long already”, you say.

“I like it”, he says, “I think it suits me.”

You smile. This is the first time Yoongi gave himself a compliment. Your plan to make him love himself is working!

“Oh Yoongs”, you say, snuggling your nose into his cheek as you squeeze him tightly.

“What? I’m just saying”, he mumbles shyly.

“I know, I’m just”, you kiss his cheek, “agreeing with you. You look so handsome with it. But then. I think you look handsome in any hairstyle.”

“No I really don’t. Trust me.”

“Oh you”, you nudge him softly, “don’t say that.”

“No it’s true. I was in Europe when those ugly powdered wigs were popular. Singlehandedly the worst hairstyle I ever had”, he scoffs, “stupid ass Louis just ‘cause he was embarrassed about his premature balding he made the rest of us look like idiots too.”

“No way. Oh my god, this is hilarious”, you snicker, “please tell me that you have a portrait of yourself from that time.”

“Hell no I don’t. I burned every single proof of that time.”

You laugh. Yoongi smiles fondly, wiggling his feet under the covers happily. 

“This is so funny. I can’t stop imagining you in that wig”, you snicker, “so you had many hairstyles in your life? Did you have a perm in the eighties?”

“A mullet perm even.”

“No way, oh my god Yoongi”, you squeak out a giggle.

“Mh-hm I was one of the cool guys”, he says cockily with a little smirk on his lips.

“Of course you were. I bet you looked so handsome in it.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “it was alright, I guess. It wasn’t the worst I had. It fit the time.” 

“Yeah true, it did. Gosh, I always loved eighties perms. I think they look really funky like Hobi always says.”

Yoongi smiles fondly, agreeing with a nod of his head.

“So what were your favourites?” you ask him.

“I don’t know. I guess this one’s pretty far up there. The one I had before was good too. I also had longer hair than now.”

“How long?”

“Almost to my tailbone.”

“No, you did not. Really?”

“I did.”

“No, you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Yoongi.”

“Why’s it so unbelievable that I had long hair at one point?” he asks in a chuckle.

“It’s not, I just didn’t expect that at all. You must have looked like an actual fairytale prince back then.”

“I was more of a prince of nightmares still.”

You sense the sad regret in his voice, soothing him by massaging the lobe of his ear slowly. 

“Namjoon had long hair too. You know?” he says.

“Yeah? Well uhm…I bet you looked cuter with it.”

“Yeah uh”, he clears his throat loudly, “sorry I don’t know why I brought him up. I guess, you don’t wanna know that.”

“It’s alright. I wanted to know.”

“Sorry. I know I shouldn’t change the mood so much. I just don’t have many good memories about my life. I guess all my stories are depressing.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself”, you assure him, “do you want to tell me a good memory?”

“When you kissed me for the first time.”

You smile, “yeah? That’s a good one for you?”

“Yes. It’s one of the best”, he whispers with sparkling eyes. 

You kiss his cheek, “it’s one of the best for me too.”

“And then when you kissed me again and again and again and every single time you kissed me”, he says, making you laugh.

“Yeah? Well that sounds like you have many good memories then.”

He snickers, nodding his head. You have to kiss his cheek again. It can’t be helped. He is such a sweetheart.

“And the times when I was still human.”

You lift your gaze, looking at him with great interest. His lips move so prettily when he talks, you could look at them for hours.

“Not all of them, but some. Namjoon and I made music together. And we both wrote poetry. He always read his’ to me and made me tell him what I hated about it and what I loved”, Yoongi says, “sometimes we sat under some trees when we made music and we sat there for hours and hours until the setting sun reminded us of passing time.”

“That sounds really nice. I bet it was so relaxing to do.”

He smiles and agrees with a nod.

“Back then spending hours doing the things we loved still felt precious to me. My hours were counted and knowing that I spent four, five, ten hours making music with Namjoon made me feel really happy. I spent my hours right. That’s how I felt.”

“I understand that feeling. I get this when I take care of my plants or when I spent time with you or the others.”

Yoongi smiles. You retort it. You both wiggle your toes under the covers.

“So why did you decide to become a sorcerer? Did you not want to pursue the arts?”

“I did, but magic was the most popular thing to study. Life wasn’t that much different back then. While parents force their children to pursue careers in medicine or law these days, back then it was magic. So we went because our parents wanted it.”

“I see. So parents never really changed, did they?”

He chuckles, “in a sense, yeah.”

“And your music? Did you have to give it up?” 

“No. We still continued working on it. We snuck out a lot just so we could work on new songs together and sometimes we hid in the library and read each other poetry while the other students were in class.”

Yoongi smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“I fucking hate my brain sometimes. Most of my life is a fucking blur, but the days as a human are still so clear to me”, he says, “it hurts to think about them”, he confesses in whisper.

“Oh, my love”, you say, draping your arm over his back in comfort.

“And yet I don’t want to forget about them.”

“I understand this feeling. There are memories which are inherently good memories until you think about them for too long and realise that you can never return to them again. That’s when they start hurting.”

“Yes”, Yoongi whispers, looking at you sadly, “I really miss Namjoon.” Yoongi closes his eyes. “The real Namjoon. I miss him so much. I really do.”

“I can imagine. You have a different image of him than I have, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I know that it’s wrong and just a figment of my memories. The real Namjoon’s long been dead, I know. But he is…he…” Yoongi squeezes his eyes closed, “he was my dearest friend. No amount of time will ever be enough to heal what he left behind when he changed.”

You kiss his cheek, hoping that this will soothe him. 

“I sometimes wish that I can do something to bring him back. I want him to be himself again. I really do”, he confesses, opening his eyes. They carry embarrassment in them. He must feel ashamed to admit that despite all of Namjoon’s crimes, Yoongi wants his redemption.

“You do.”

“I know that it’s wrong and I won’t ever forgive him for what he did to you and Kook a-and Tae and Jimin too. I hate him so fucking much for hurting all of you guys and I want to hurt him because of it. But then….but then sometimes I want to help Namjoon become himself again.”

“I understand you to a degree. I guess, it’s a little hard for me to understand you completely because I never really saw Namjoon’s nice side. He scares me a lot.”

“I know. I don’t want you to understand me, I know that it’s impossible to do. I don’t even know why I tell you all of this shit in the first place.”

“Maybe you just wanted to get rid of a few things before you have to leave again?”

“I guess. It’s so hard to think about the fact that I have to kill him. Maybe it’s my own fault that we haven’t found him yet. Maybe I’m procrastinating on the day we do because that means I’ll have to kill him and I don’t know if I can.”

“Really? So you’re struggling with that thought?”

Yoongi looks into your eyes, nodding his head. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We should start looking for alternatives then. Ways where we can eliminate the danger he brings without killing him. It’s impossible to kill him without cursed wood either way, so we should concentrate on the alternatives.”

Yoongi sits up straight within a second.

“What?” he gasps. 

“What did I say? Did I say something wrong?”

“You, you, you”, he blinks in disbelief, “why are you saying that?” 

“What do you mean? Should I not have said it?”

“Why are you not angry at me?” 

“Why should I be angry at you?”

“Because I just told you that I can’t kill Namjoon. Why are you not angry?”

“Why should I be angry? It’s your decision to make in the end. We should start looking for alternatives as soon as possible so you know what to do instead. Or do you not want that?”

“I, I do. I do. I just, just”, he closes the distance between you and him, cupping your face as tenderly as possible, “thank you so much. I can’t believe you said that.”

You giggle, “what do you mean? I’m just saying.”

“Yeah, you’re just saying”, he whispers, “oh my beloved, treasured, beautiful princess”, he says pulling you into a kiss. It spills over in adoration, leaving you just the slightest bit dizzy once it breaks. 

“You’re such a dramatic baby”, you mumble, nudging him lovingly.

“Whatever, be quiet”, he whispers, pecking the tip of your nose.

“I am”, you sigh, chasing his lips for a kiss.

One Yoongi gives you gladly, falling into the soft covers with you as you lose yourself in each other.

[theslay3d]

Wednesday Addams x Reader who is like Loki especially having the same abilities

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Gender: Neutral

Warnings: none

Word count: 710

A/N Hiii i hope i wrote Wednesday well and i hope you enjoy this!!

You and Wednesday have known each other since her first day at Nevermore. Enid introduced you both hoping that Wednesday and you would get along and not kill each other. You both had similar tastes so it wasn't wishful thinking on Enid's part. 

You and Wednesday did get along pretty well. You both were very cunning and did things for your own gain and not others. 

Maybe that's what led you and Wednesday to start dating. 

It wasn't as if you knew that you were dating at first. Wednesday just kind of…started to date you and told everyone that you were hers. So nothing out of the ordinary for her. Plus it wasn't as if you were opposed to dating her.  

As of right now you were looking for her to get something from her. 

“Enid” You spoke up from behind the blonde from where she was speaking to Ajax. 

They both jumped and turned to you. You smirked as you realized you scared them but set your face back to a blank look. 

“Yes?” Enid spoke hesitantly hoping she didn't do anything wrong.  

“Where's Wednesday?” 

“Oh! She should be in our dorm but i think its her writing time so be  careful if you go in there” 

You nodded and turned to leave before you could teleport away. You said “And Ajax go ahead and ask Enid out, I'm tired of hearing your thoughts about it” In a flash of green you were gone and at Enid and Wednesday's dorm door. 

You were excited to hear what happened with Ajax and Enid later on but now you were gonna focus on Wednesday. 

You knocked on the door and waited to hear Wednesday's voice. “Come in” Her voice spoke up from inside. 

You opened the door with a flick of magic and walked right in. Wednesday didn't look away from the typewriter and she continued to press the keys quickly. You walked over to her bed and sat down. Wednesday didn't pay attention to you as she continued to type. 

You knew this was her time so you just laid down and played a bit with your magic. The green energy created many shapes and settled on a starry night. The stars were twinkling as you moved your hand through the energy. 

After a few minutes the typing of keys stopped so you swiped the energy out of the air and sat up on the bed. Wednesday was now facing you from her chair. 

“What do you want?” Wednesday asked blandly as she blinked once and didn't again. 

“Can’t I visit you out of kindness?” You said sarcastically and moved to stand near her chair. 

“No”

You chuckled a little but finally told her why you were there. “I need your book on poisons if you will let me borrow it? I can't remember all of the mortal poisons” 

Instead of answering Wednesday got up and went to a small bookshelf she had on one side of the wall. She got the book and came back and handed it to you. 

“For free?” You asked. Wednesday was nicer to you yes but usually she wanted something back even if you only needed it for a couple days. 

“I want a snake” She demanded as she stared into your eyes. 

“Want it in my color?” You smirked as you teased her. 

Her expression changed into an actual glare that time. 

You let out a little laugh and said. “Im jesting darling what type?” 

She huffed and said. “I want a green one that's venomous” 

“Consider it done” You snapped your fingers and a tank appeared in a corner of her room. The snake wasn’t out yet so it must have been hiding in one of the many places in the tank. 

Wednesday nodded her head to you which was her form of thanks. 

“Can I get a kiss as a thank you?” You teased her again. 

“I can stab you as a thank you” 

You turned and backed away towards the door. “Let's postpone that dear i have lots to do today” 

This time her lip tugged up into a smirk but dropped quickly. 

“Goodbye” She said

You blew a kiss and quickly got out of there before she stabbed you. 

[thegeminisage]

ok, it's star trek update time. tonight we watched ds9's "playing god" and tng's "eye of the beholder."

playing god (ds9):

i'm trying. SO SO SO HARD to get into dax and it's just not working

out of the 3 dax episodes we've had so far this one included two of them have been mid and one of them was just slightly better than average mostly for the questions it prompted in my mind palace, not necessarily the questions asked by the episode itself

in s1 dax had basically no personality, but in s2 when she does have a personality it seems to be a different one every time. like in one episode she was very prissy and in others she's just one of the guys! and then at other times she reverts to this very buttoned up bordering on bland science officer from s1 again

and then every once in awhile she'll be like oh yeah i LOVE sex i LOVE being a super hot woman who everyone wants to FUCK!!! i can get whatever i want with my SEX APPEAL even though my hair is WEIRDLY SHAPED. and look i am so happy for her and she should literally get some but it borders on the kind of misogyny that starts genuinely annoying me. it is kind of like that anime trope where the teen boy gets put into a body with tits and he can't stop messing with them. its like. idk reducing her to a body, or reducing her to jadzia's body, which dax is taking for a ride to feel hot and fuckable?? it's very blurry what's jadzia and what's dax

WHICH is the most fascinating part of dax, which is where the trill ends and the symbiant or however you spell it begins, but we don't get into that quite as much as i'd like

anyway i guess a shifting personality is a natural result of living 7 lifetimes but it doesnt FEEL like thats why theyre doing it, it FEELS like they just cant seem to keep her consistent

that said. while i did not like this episode or this little guy dax was showing around i DID like the implication that curzon was actually a huge fucking asshole. i love that he can be loved by many people but was still an asshole. it's complex. and now one of the people he abused (?) or at least was an asshole to is now. his successor. IT'S COMPLEX!!! what are he and jadzia to each other...imagine meeting curzon dax and then just becoming him. that's wild. so, points for that! genuinely. it just feels like the trill thing is fascinating because of trills and not because of jadzia dax in particular. i'm gonna keep trying to like her. maybe once she starts banging worf things will be different

eye of the beholder (tng):

ohhhh i hated this one so much (suicide cw for this one lol)

firstly, i don't trust tng to handle the subject of suicide any more than i trust them to handle multiple personalities, but they tried to very special episode it anyway. all of them were so shocked at the very THOUGHT of it i guess because they eliminated all mental illness in tos?? but it was so funny in the rage-inducing way like "maybe he needed to think of the obstacles in his life as challenges to overcome!" come on.

also lmao picard like ive never had to report a suicide before...........girl you have literally told 2 people to kill themselves

and then they dropped the very special episode plot halfway through for this psychic mystery...

here's the thing. if everyone had been searching for a REASON someone who seemed to be perfectly happy would do this, and in the end the answer was just "nothing was going on, he was just hiding a lot of pain, even if we don't want to believe that" that would have been a STELLAR gutpunch. but there literally was foul play involved

AND NOT ONLY THAT! BUT THEY FAKED ME OUT WITH WORF E DEANNA

my ONLY consolation was that they were finally kissing and then later fucking but NO!!!! all a dream

i was already conflicted because deanna e worf means a temporary breakup from deanna e riker but i wanted it anyway and i was so happy when they gave it to me and then they KILLED IT? maybe the actors hated it because it fucking sucked

like, no wonder everybody let deanna walk around unsupervised when there was a high suicide danger. she was dreaming. no one in real life would ever allow this

i wish also that creepy men would stop coming to deanna's quarters to be creepy to her

final note: was told the creepy man was in spn. clocked him as alistair almost immediately. faceblind WHO

TOMORROW: ds9's "prophet and loss" and tng's "genesis" (dread).

[ak-harper-loves-fiction]

Short Story About Bullying

The shape of the building slowly faded into view through the raindrop-covered windshield. Amber felt a chill travel up her spine, and a lump filled her throat.

“You have your umbrella, Ambs?” her mother asked as she squinted out the windshield.

“Yes, Mom,” Amber muttered in response. She looked down at her light yellow lunchbox and fidgeted with the strap. You look stupid, the voices of the other kids echo in her head. She shuts her eyes tight, holding back tears

“Are you okay?” her mother asks concernedly. “Is it the other kids, again?” 

Amber does not answer and stares out the windshield as the car pulls up to the drop-off lane. She grabs her umbrella from the floor and reaches for the door. Before she can open the door, her mom grabs her wrist.

“You know, nothing they say about you is true,” she reassures. Her compassionate blue eyes were looking right into Amber’s. Her shoulder-length brown hair tilted with her head and sat above her blue blouse. “Things will get better for you, honey. I promise.” 

Amber responds, “Okay. Bye, Mom.” She breaks free from her mom’s hand and she opens the door.

“Bye, sweetie” her mother manages before Amber shuts the door, opens her umbrella, and walks towards the front entrance. 

She stops at the door and stares at her reflection. She is wearing a maroon sweatshirt, navy blue leggings, and white sneakers. She holds her black umbrella in her right hand and lunchbox in the left, her light gray backpack rests on her shoulders, her long dark auburn hair is in a messy ponytail, and her brown eyes are weary. They’re right, Amber tells herself before realizing other kids are approaching the entrance, and she rushes in.

She quickly shuts her umbrella and speed walks through the school. The halls are bustling with kids and conversation and laughter fill the air. She grips her lunchbox and umbrella tightly and she scans the corridors. She used to walk these halls with her two best friends, Amelia and Ivy. Cold nostalgia rushes through Amber’s veins, sending goosebumps across her body, but she continues walking. 

As she walks by, she can feel the eyes of other kids turning and burning a hole through her. Their faint whispers channel through her ears and into her head as they echo on replay: Haha, she looks ridiculous! She’s gonna make a fool out of herself again! She shakes her head and presses on. When she finally reaches her classroom, she opens the door. 

Once she enters the classroom, one of her classmates approaches her. “Hey Amber,” the classmate greets as a smirk appears on her face. “Did you know that Sandro has a crush on you?”

Amber looks behind the girl and sees a group of kids snickering. “Definitely,” she mutters in reply and walks over to her seat in the front row. 

She watches as the girl runs over to her group of friends and starts laughing with them. Amber sighs. It really is going to be like this forever, she thinks as she rests her head on her desk. 

She turns to look at the two empty desks next to her. She can almost vividly picture Amelia on her right, and Ivy on her left, just like it used to be. Ivy’s gone, and Amelia hates you, she reminds herself. The memory of waving Ivy goodbye and the tears rolling down her cheeks played in her head. She can almost see Ivy climbing into the car and driving away to a whole new town. A town far away in Canada. Amelia and Amber had been holding hands and watching their best friend leave forever. 

As she fades back into the moment, she grabs her phone from her pocket and goes to Ivy’s contact. She has not gotten a reply in three days. She sighs again. Apparently, it's not just this school that hates you, she thinks. She quickly closes the messages app to avoid looking at the spam she had gotten last night. You’re so fat! You’re ugly! Kill yourself! she remembers reading the texts tell her. Maybe I should. 

Amber jumps and puts her phone in her pocket as the two kids who sit next to her arrive. Neither of them will even dare to look at her. The looks on their faces tell her enough, though. No one wants anything to do with her. 

The bell rings, and class begins, but Amber can’t concentrate. She keeps thinking about how neither Ivy nor Amelia wants anything to do with her anymore. She asks herself: What happened to us? 

[dwaekkistar]

Chapter V

           While on our way home after hours of shooting for the music video, our managers decided to buy us takeout for dinner in person instead of paying extra to have it delivered. They had the boys and I dropped off at our dorm and headed back out to get our food for us after asking what we all wanted. As soon as they left I quickly headed for the shower with some pajamas I picked out, as I was pretty tired and sweaty from the day's activities. I quickly took a shower, and after drying myself and putting my underwear on I slipped into a pair of purple pajama shorts with clouds on them, a black crop top, that had the moon phase design, and put on some socks.

         I opened the bathroom door in a hurry to get to my bedroom when I almost bumped into Changbin, who seemed to be heading toward the bathroom I just left. I softly blushed before apologizing, rushing to my room before he could respond. Despite being older than Changbin by a month, I still felt the need to be polite and formal with him, especially after I noticed him and the rest of the 'hyung' line staring at my butt when Chan commented on it earlier.

         'I would have to be extra careful going into the future with those three' I thought to myself, as I finally sat on my bed waiting for Sua or one of the boys to get me for dinner. I carefully picked up my phone and started playing some games on it to keep myself occupied. Well, it seems I had become too occupied after 20 minutes of playing because I eventually failed to realize my door had opened and closed. I failed to notice the dip in my bed, as I was lying on my stomach and facing opposite of my bedroom door. It wasn't until I felt a hand on my lower back that I jumped in fright, calming down when I realized it was Felix in my bed.

"Oh, it's just you..",  I said softly, laying back down next to him.

" So do you know why Changbin was smiling from ear to ear when he came out of the bathroom?" Felix said with a soft chuckle.

" He was?" I said in confusion as I furrowed my eyebrows at him. All I did was apologize for bumping into him, that surely couldn't have been the cause of him smiling that much I thought to myself.

"I thought you would know because you were near the bathroom earlier, my fault," he said softly before assessing what you were wearing, " I swear it's like you have a wardrobe full of these," he said as he tugged on the fabric of my shorts, his eyebrows furrowing as he smirked. "every time I think you're gonna wear something else you pull out another pair of these shorts..."

"Is that a bad thing? I don't want to make you guys uncomfortable," I said responded, softly pouting. I didn't want to make the guys feel weird around me if that's what he was trying to insinuate, maybe I would have to stop wearing them.

"No.. no there's nothing wrong with it," he said gently, "you just look adorable when you're wearing them like you have the perfect body shape for it if that makes sense."

Upon finishing his sentence all I could do was blush in response. How do you react to your group mate of the opposite gender telling you that you look cute?

"Thanks," I said with a soft smile, not wanting to make it too obvious that his compliment was getting to me.

"Hey uhm, are you a fan of video games by any chance?" he said raising an eyebrow.

"Felix if you're looking for someone to play with, I'm down," I said softly chuckling as I playfully pushed his shoulder, to which he giggled.

"Cool, then I'll just send a text whenever I'm playing," he replied as he checked his phone, " I should probably head back to the living room though, Sua and Jun will probably be back with the food any time soon."

     Felix left my room as I continued to lay on the bed, the game I was playing not too long ago grasping my attention once more. Eventually, I got a text from sua saying they dropped off the food and were leaving again, so I got off my bed and headed to the living room.

           When I got there most of the boys were already chowing down a variety of different food placed on the table. As I inched closer to the boys, Leeknow noticed me and pulled me into the empty spot between him and Han, handing me a pair of unused chopsticks and a plate with a soft smile. I carefully put a decent amount of food and began to eat it, softly crooning when I realized how good the food tasted.

       A few seconds later as I was eating, Leeknow tapped my shoulders. When I looked up he had a piece of chicken in his chopstick and was moving the food towards my mouth. Not wanting to be rude I carefully opened my mouth and let him feed me it. He smiled widely, and gently ruffled my hair, which was still straightened from the video shoot, not wanting to mess it up too much. He then silently went back to eating his food. 

       Most of the boys were talking about random things, stuff that I couldn't pick up on as they most likely happened before I joined. I couldn't help but get this nagging feeling of being left out, so I ate a little more food before telling everyone good night and heading off to do my nightly routine. I went to the bathroom with my toothbrush and skincare, starting on my teeth as I brushed them, before moving to my skincare, quickly speeding through them.

      I quietly headed to my bedroom and lay in bed, returning to my phone. I get a text from Sua saying how the company wants me to be a little more active on the group's social media, seeing as I haven't posted anything myself. Still lying in bed I fixed my hair and snapped a quick cute picture.

             I then asked Sua for the login and posted the selfie with a caption saying 'getting some beauty rest'. I thought it was a really cute selfie and was hoping that maybe just maybe the fans would think so too. I was about to get ready to text the boys that I posted when many notifications started pouring in. I clicked on the notification and took me to the picture I just posted. 

        There were already a few thousand comments on it, and I began to scroll through them. Some were saying things like 'Jade is so cute OMG' or 'OT8' which I assumed was them saying they didn't want me there, a lot of comments saying different variations of I'm beautiful while others were calling me a 'Pick me' and fat-shaming me. I tried to not pay attention to the negative comments and carefully placed my phone on the nightstand, not being in the mood to continue staying on my phone. I completely hid under my blanket after turning off my bedroom light. It was only 7 p.m. but I just had the urge to go to sleep, that way I wouldn't have to deal with the emotions that would surface because of the comments.

       A few minutes later I heard a soft faint knock at my door, and I'm sure it was because the boys could see the comments on my post. I heard another faint knock followed by someone speaking.

"Can I come in?" someone said softly, and I instantly knew it was Chan based on the accent alone.

"Yeah, you can..." I responded feebly still hiding under the cover.

     A second later, Chan opened the door and walked over to my bed. I couldn't see him as I was still hiding under the blanket but from the sound of it, I was sure he stopped just right next to the bed. He carefully pulled the blanket up to reveal me lying in a fetal position.

"I saw your post, it was quite cute," he said with a soft smile as if he were trying to reassure me. "I also saw the comments... and I know you're most likely questioning yourself so I came here as emotional support I suppose."

     I couldn't help but sigh at the situation I was in, because I honestly wanted to just isolate and cry but I knew that Chan wouldn't be leaving any time soon. Just based on my trainee days around him, he wouldn't leave people alone until he knew for sure that they were okay.

"Do you mind if I lay next to you?" he added after not getting much response from me. I softly nodded and he slipped under the blanket as he silently watched me. I closed my eyes and turned my head away from him, as I tried to fight my tears back when I felt Chan carefully wrap his arm around me. "It's okay Jade, let it out," and as if on cue I turned back towards him and began to bawl my eyes out, not being able to hold back any of the hurt.

     I had bawled until it felt way too draining to continue doing so, eventually transitioning into a more silent cry. All the while Chan softly rubbed my back as he comforted me. I cried until I pretty much fell asleep in Chan's embrace and I knew when I woke up that my face was going to be puffy and red for sure.

Time Skip

           I woke up softly groaning, trying to sit up to stretch but was very surprised when I couldn't. I opened my eyes to see that Chan was still next to me and holding me very close. I thought he would have left sometime during the night after I fell asleep but was surprised to see that he didn't. I softly poked his side to wake him, seeing as I wanted to brush my teeth and I had a really strong urge to pee. In response, Chan faintly groaned before going right back to sleep, to which I poked him again. He finally woke up and released me from his arms with a soft yawn and stretch and that's when I noticed Chan was shirtless. 'Was he shirtless this entire time?' I thought to myself. He couldn't be, because he came into my room last night with a shirt on. That's when I noticed how toned his torso was, and I realized I had been staring the entire time he was stretching. I shook myself out of my thoughts and headed to the bathroom not wanting to get caught looking at Chan.

         With my toothbrush in hand, I finally made it to the bathroom only to realize that Han was in the bathroom currently brushing his teeth. He turned towards the door and looked at me before gesturing to come in. He moved over a bit giving me room to use the sink as I quickly got to work on my teeth. From my peripheral view, I could see that He was looking at my lower body, most likely my ass, but he was trying to be respectful about it so I said nothing not wanting to embarrass him. He smiled and patted my back when he was done before heading out of the bathroom. I soon finished after and headed back to my room, to find an empty bed. I got a text from Sua saying I had a photo shoot scheduled today. I carefully brushed out my hair seeing as it was still straight and quickly put on a rushed outfit because I got another text saying sua was going to be at the dorm in 10 minutes to pick me up. 

          Sua eventually came and left with her. During the entire ride on our way to the photo shoot, she went over my schedule for the next month, as I had more recordings, a few photoshoots, and practice sessions with the group as a whole. We eventually got to the photoshoot venue. My scheduled bodyguard and sua rushed me inside as a few tabloid journalists were waiting outside for some odd reason, trying to get anything out of me.

           Upon getting inside I was taken to a dressing room where they showed her her first outfit. It was a black-and-white ensemble with black heels and they had press one with metallic detail.

       I quickly got dressed in the outfit when a Male worker on the set quickly walked over to me and started touching me. At first, I thought it was normal as the worker seemed to be resting his hand on my shoulder and fixing my accessories and such. But I started to become heavily uncomfortable when I noticed his hands lowering to other parts of my body that I was sure he wasn't supposed to be messing with so I tried to move away not wanting to cause any commotion. He kept softly groping me on areas like my boobs and ass and each time I tried to push him away hoping he would get the hint and leave me alone. But he continued and it got to the point I was almost in tears. I'm sure I would have to redo my make-up. Eventually, I started making my way over to sua.

" Hey is that guy supposed to be touching me?" I said nervously to her as I nervously rubbed my forearm, "he keeps touching me in uncomfortable places."

        Upon my words, Sua looked over at who I was talking about and sighed heavily when he came into view. "He's not supposed to be here... he's had a past of inappropriately touching female idols inappropriately and now he's banned from showing up at the venue when celebrities are on set..." she said as he rested her hands on her temple before turning around.

" WHO LET THIS GUY BACK ON SET?" she yelled at the production team, and when they saw who she was mentioning security quickly removed him from the premises. Soon we returned to the shoot, having my makeup touched up. We took plenty of great shots, ate lunch, and then took even more pictures after an outfit change before leaving to go back to the dorm.

        When I got back I was faced with a living room of chaos as all the boys were practically playing and fighting. I softly chuckled as I closed the front door and locked it before making my way to my room, the guys greeting me on my way there. I softly smiled at them and continued my way wanting to get out of the outfit as the fabric started to feel weird against my skin. 

         As I got to my bedroom closet I pulled out a pair of gray pants and rested it on my bed before looking for a crop top and one of my tube bra tops as I was too lazy to put on anything else and a pair of panties, before rushing to the bathroom and taking a 20-minute shower. I headed back to my bedroom to drop off anything extra I didn't need to be lugging around the dorm before heading to the living room. I looked around realizing the only empty seat left was next to Changbin. I softly smiled and walked over to the seat but before I could Jeongin rushed to sit in the seat, causing Chan to speak out.

"You can sit next to me Jade," he said excitedly as he patted the seat next to him. Felix just so happened to be on the opposite side of the empty spot so I gladly sat. Upon sitting down the two Aussies curiously looked at me as if waiting for me to say something when Felix spoke this time.

"So how did your day go ?" he said curiously furrowing his eyebrows with a smile. "We heard you had a photo shoot."

"Oh it was great," I said with a sheepish smile wondering if I should tell them about what happened. I decided I would because they're my group mates and I was supposed to be able to trust them. "Except some creep kept inappropriately touching me, and then I found out he's not even supposed to be on the set when idols are there."

"What?" they all blurted out although Changbin was a bit louder, his face deadpan, but as I maintained eye contact with him, he seemed to get angrier and angrier. "How the fuck did they allow that to happen? Why weren't they enforcing stricter precautions to prevent that? "

        At this point, Changbin was beyond livid and I couldn't understand why, I mean I was barely close to any of the members minus Chan so I couldn't process why he cared so much, it wasn't like I was hurt or something. "Changbin it's okay, it's not like he hurt me," I said trying to de-escalate the situation, but that seemed to make him even more upset.

"But he could have— he could have done so much worse had he been given the chance Jade! How can you not see that?" he said as he rested his hands on his temple. "He could have violated you way worse than that or possibly injure you—"

" BUT HE DIDN'T," I yelled out nervously, the emotion of the situation getting to me way more deeply than I anticipated. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I closed my eyes causing whatever tears were welling up in my eyes to finally fall. Not wanting to embarrass myself in front of everyone I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me. I plopped down into my bed shoving my face into the pillow, as I continued to cry silently. I eventually stopped when my throat began to hurt, and I wiped my tears away. I decided soon after that I was going to take a small little nap.

         I napped way longer than I expected, as it was now 11 p.m. and I had fallen asleep around 7, practically missing dinner. My stomach softly growled and I decided to eat a small snack and go back to sleep, too tired to dish myself out a full meal. I walked over to the kitchen but was stopped in my tracks when I saw Changbin sitting in it all alone. I didn't know if I was ready to speak to him after what happened earlier, but I knew I would eventually have to sooner or later. I continued walking into the kitchen and headed to the fridge, which seemed to catch his attention as he silently watched me, his face having more of a sad expression to it.

"I'm sorry..." I said before carefully grabbing a pudding container from the fridge and turning to him. " I didn't mean to get like that earlier. I'm just not used to people caring about my well-being..."

       His expression changed as he looked up at me trying to process what I said. "Oh... okay. I was going to apologize for getting angry... I notice you don't respond well to it."

"No it's okay, I know you weren't angry at me and more so the situation I was put in," I said softly as I walked over to him. " Thank you for caring," I followed behind that with a soft hug.

       He carefully reciprocated the hug and gently stroked my hair, earning a soft hum in response from me. His touch felt very warm and safe, and I honestly didn't want to let go any time soon. He softly pulled away from still stroking my hair before grabbing my hand, pulling me towards one of the drawers, and pulling a plastic spoon out. He then began walking towards the room which had me a bit confused. A few minutes later he had me in front of my room and opened the door pulling me in before handing the spoon over to me and closing the door. I raised my eyebrow in confusion, not sure what was going on. He carefully sat on my floor before pointing at my bed.

"Sit," he said with a smile, softly licking his lips. "Enjoy your pudding."

       Listening to him I carefully opened the pudding and sat on my bed as I began to eat it. I finished it within a few minutes, satisfied I put the empty container and spoon in my bedroom trash can. I looked back at him furrowing my eyebrows once more.

"You're not gonna just sit there for the rest of the night, are you?" I said softly, catching his attention from whatever thoughts he was having. He got up, getting ready to leave my room, when I grabbed his hand pulling him back. "You came all this way to my room, and you're gonna leave already?"

"Don't you need to sleep?" he said gently, his voice sounding stern but caring, " I don't want to keep you up."

"I don't mind you sleeping here for the night if that's what you're worried about Changbin..." I said softly smiling at him as I reached my hand out. He gently placed his hands in mine with a smile and walked over to the bed. I quickly slid under my covers, Changbin following behind me a few seconds later. I turned on my right side, looking at him, which caused him to smile a bit wider. I moved closer to him and gently wrapped my arm around him, trying to get comfy as I cuddled into him.

"Can I hold you?" he asked calmly as he gestured trying to show me that he wanted to reciprocate the hand placement. I quickly nodded and he cautiously wrapped his arms around my waist seemingly not wanting me to get uncomfortable. I softly hummed in response, as his embrace once again gave me a safe warm feeling. Without realizing I began to nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, too which he slightly flinched and pulled away. His action took me off guard but when I looked at his face while sitting up, he was staring at me wide-eyed, eyes filled with nothing other than confusion.

"Changbin, I'm just trying to get comfortable..." I responded now just as confused as him. He seemed to calm down a bit at my words pulling me back into his hold. But now I felt quite nervous to repeat my previous reaction as I didn't want to receive the same action twice in a row, so I just went back to sleep while he continued to hold me close to him.

         I woke up the next morning, still being held by changing except he was up, wide awake quietly watching me. We both smiled at each other before he carefully pulled away sat up and he continued to watch me.

"Good morning," he said enthusiastically, the smile never leaving his face. Someone seemed to be happy after sleeping in the same room as me.

"Good morning Changbin," I replied still a bit sleepy as I rubbed my eyes, "I'm gonna brush my teeth and get some breakfast." I carefully hug him before getting off the bed, and quickly shuffling to the bathroom. This time Chan and Minho were sharing the space as they both brushed their teeth when they looked towards me upon hearing my footsteps coming towards the opened door. 

      They both quietly shuffled a bit allowing me into the bathroom before going back to what they were doing. I thoroughly brushed my teeth alongside them before finishing up and leaving the bathroom. I headed to the kitchen and ate a quick bowl of cereal before heading to the couch and sitting on it. Today was another free day so I just turned the TV on to some random channel and watched whatever was playing. Sooner or later the other group members started to come out from their rooms and head to the kitchen or sit in the living room.

        Hyunjin sat right next to me as I picked the remote up and flipped through more channels trying to find something better to watch. He gently rested his head on my shoulder, as it was apparent he was still somewhat sleepy.

"Did you sleep well Hyun-jin?" I said aloud as I finally settled on a channel showing this cute animation.

Hyunjin softly hummed before speaking when he realized I didn't know what the hum signified.

"Not really, but it's nothing to worry about now..." he replied softly, not moving an inch. Jeongin sleepily situated on the couch adjacent to the one I was in to my left. So was Seungmin, and Felix had just made himself comfy in the one to my right. Sooner or later the rest of the boys filed in and we all watched TV for most of the day just trying to forget about the events that took place the previous day.