#i mean i'm probs gonna wait until it's all out to watch but

[my5hiningstars]

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[whorefordean]

attitude adjustment || r.c

wc: 1.7k

cw: mean rafe, reader is kinda bratty, rafe calls reader a bitch, a yummy headlock (will be putting this into every fic probs), p in v sex, unprotected sex, pussy slaps, slight cockwarming

MDNI 18+

rafe sleeps soundly beside you, and that alone is enough to make you hate him. well, not actually hate him, but still. his strong arm is draped across your hip, hand splayed flat across your stomach. his rings glint in the subtle glow of the moonlight.

most people would see this as an act of endearment, however, rafe decided to hold true to his promise of punishing you.

"been such a fucking brat this week, and i'm not in the mood to deal with you," rafe had scolded you earlier in the day while squeezing your cheeks together with a firm grip. you had simply pouted, knowing that eventually he would deal with it by fucking the attitude out of you.

wishful thinking.

it had been three hours since that ordeal and two since rafe had gone to sleep. in those two hours, you'd tossed and turned, secretly hoping it would wake rafe up. apparently, you hadn't lost the attitude, even if the day was over.

as you rolled over again to face rafe, you caved. you trailed your hand up his bare chest.

"rafe?" you whispered softly. you waited a moment, watching as he remained unbothered and peaceful. damn him.

as your arousal built and your panties got wetter, you got more desperate. you slipped your leg over his hip, trying to wedge yourself as close as possible to him.

"rafe!" you pleaded for him to wake up. this time, a groan echoed throughout the room. his hand slipped up your leg, resting on your ass right below your tiny shorts.

"still got a fucking attitude," he grumbled in annoyance. you whined causing him to grip onto you tighter. finally opening his eyes, rafe glared at you.

"what do you want? huh?" rafe asked meanly. you pouted up at him as you began placing soft pecks against his bare chest, slowly making your way up his neck.

you shift until your straddling rafe’s hips, his hand still tucked possessively under your shorts. you whine when your hips shift against his as you lean down to his ear.

“need you, rafe,” you tell him quietly, kissing his cheek slowly. rafe groans.

“huh uh. been such a bitch to me lately. for no reason. not gonna reward you for your bad fucking behavior,” rafe scolds you tiredly. anger rises in you as you sit up. crossing your arms over your chest, you glare at him.

“well, maybe, i wouldn’t be acting like such a bitch if you fucked me good-“ you start to blame him. it’s a lie you don’t get to finish because rafe cuts you off.

“i dare you to finish that fucking sentence. if i wasn’t fucking you good enough, you wouldn’t be waking me up right now. wouldn’t be rubbing that wet pussy against my fucking cock, begging me to fuck you to sleep. such a fucking needy brat,” rafe hisses, slapping your ass roughly. you gape at him, half shocked half angered, because he’s right.

“you’re being mean!” you nearly yell at him. you try to grind yourself against him again but rafe holds your hips still for a minute before shoving you off of him.

“rafe!” you yelp as you tumble back to your side of the bed. rafe is quick to pounce on you, pressing your chest firmly into the mattress. his legs barricade your thighs, and you can feel his half hard cock against your ass. your hips lift, but rafe shoved them back down.

“wanna get fucked? hm? that gonna fix that fucking attitude? fine. i’ll fuck you. i'll make you feel good so that maybe next time, you’ll use your fucking words instead of bitching and whining all goddamn day,” rafe grits out as he rips your shorts down your legs. you gasp once at the cold air hitting your bare cunt, then again when rafe shoves your shirt up and yanks it over your head.

“rafe!” you yelp when rafe moves himself just enough to yank your hips up and give your dripping pussy a harsh slap.

“quit. start complaining and i’ll have to stuff that throat. you’ll take what i give you, brat,” rafe grunts, slapping your wetness again. pouting, you nod anyways.

rafe’s fingers linger near your clit, and it’s an effort to not grind yourself against his thick fingers. the bedsheets are wrinkled in your hands as you try to calm your breathing and keep your attitude in check. the temptation is there, but you refrain from begging him for something. anything.

finally, rafe sinks two of his fingers into you. a soft moan echoes out of your lips as your eyes flutter shut. before you can relish in the feeling for too long, rafe stops. he keeps his fingers buried inside you, but he doesn’t move. you wait. nothing. lifting yourself up, you turn to face rafe. your breath hitches when your movement causes his fingers to shift.

“rafe? please do something,” you beg him softly, mind reeling with need. at this point, you don’t care about keeping up the attitude. the need for his cock to be buried in you is too much to resist.

“oh, now that i’ve got my fingers in you, you’ll be nice? hm? i wanted to spend all night in this fucking pussy, but that fucking attitude…” rafe trails off, watching the way you shift your hips slightly, trying to thrust against his fingers.

“i’ll be better. promise, rafe,” you mumble when you notice the way he’s staring so intently at your exposed core. rafe thrusts his fingers a few times, watching as you match him with your own thrusts.

“you gonna work for it?” he mumbles. your hips falter but not from pleasure. you wanted rafe to do the work. wanted rafe to put you in your place. not make you do all the work even if it is your orgasm at stake here. rafe notices your hesitation and laughs darkly.

“no, i guess you wouldn’t. need me to do all the work to make sure you feel good. ain’t that right?” rafe teases. you open your mouth to respond, but he stops you. 

"if the next words out of your mouth aren't thank you, rafe, then don't say anything," rafe grunts as he pushes his fingers further into your cunt.

"thank you, rafe!" you gasp, lifting your hips slightly in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

"that's it, baby," rafe hums under his breath. your eyes snap shut when rafe's thumb starts toying with your needy clit. a whine rumbles from your throat as you tilt your head, trying to bury your sounds into the mattress. rafe grips your hair, tilting your head back until he can hear you better.

"don't fucking hide from me. you been begging for this," rafe snaps. his fingers slip out of you unexpectedly. you cry out, eyes snapping open as you look back at him. the pout on your face mixed with the pleading look in your eyes almost has him apologizing even if you deserve his meanness.

"need you, rafe," you whine, lifting your hips again. this time, rafe lets you grind your exposed pussy against his covered cock. your fingers ache, white knuckling the sheets under you. rafe's heavy hand is gripping your stuttering hips, and you can hear the breathy moans he's letting out.

"fuck, baby," rafe grunts. he stops your hips again, and you almost push him off of you, so you can finish the job yourself. you refrain though because an orgasm by yourself? wonderful. an orgasm given to you by rafe? fucking heavenly.

"rafe, please," you whine. rafe mumbles something along the lines of fucking impatient, but you ignore him, too focused on finding release.

you almost beg him again, but then rafe is slipping his hardened cock into you. you gnaw on your lip as he settles fully inside your aching walls.

this might be heaven, you think as rafe leans down to kiss your jaw. the action is a complete one eighty from his previous, but you don't object to it. you sigh in relief when he finally starts pumping his cock into you, slowly at first.

then, he's bottoming out repeatedly until your gasping for a single fucking breath. you grip at his arm beside your head, but rafe moves it out of your grasp before gripping your hand in his. your eyes lull shut as rafe continues to prove you wrong.

he had never been bad at fucking you, but you have always had an attitude problem.

rafe readjusts, lowering himself until his mouth is directly beside your ear.

"this what you wanted?" rafe asks quietly, slowing his thrusts while he deepens them. you nod, mind going blank when rafe slips his arm around you. he settles his bicep under your throat, effectively putting you in a headlock as he slips deeper into you.

"fuck, rafe. thank you," you pant. his hand leaves yours to rub at your clit. you moan out, your orgasm approaching. rafe fucks you through it, only using the slick to further your pleasure. you grip at rafe's bicep when he doesn't stop, even after you've cum.

"rafe, i can't-"

"you will," rafe interrupts. his voice is rough when he says it, and you almost beg him to keep going. he must have hear the thought because he doesn't slow down, continuing to fuck you even as you tremble under him. you try to push your hips further into the mattress, but rafe follows you. your eyes roll back in pleasure.

your second orgasm approaches faster than the last, and you can't stop the moans falling from your lips. you pry rafe's arm from around your throat. well, you attempt to pry his arm away.

his grip is firm as he finally spills his cum into your cunt. you pant when he finally slows down before fully stopping.

the two of you sit in silence, rafe still holding you tight in his grip. your cheek rests against rafe's bicep as you lay there, finally satisfied after being perpetually horny for the last week.

"thank you, rafe," you pant. rafe hums in acceptance.

"gotta learn how to fucking communicate, baby," rafe mumbles tiredly. you nod against him. rafe settles his weight against you, and it feels so good. so comforting. his cock is still buried comfortably inside you as the two of you drift off.

[thegnomelord]

me very patiently waiting for that mothussy :3

oh and here’s another wittle thing i thought…i tend to hc price as a bear hybrid or other so i think he would go into hibernations,, since hes still on duty he wouldnt go into a long-term one like other bears, but simply sleep a LOT of the day…i would wanna cuddle big bear price so bad awaawaewfgwh 🥺 hes really hairy but instead of it being coarse hair, its more fluffy cause its the winter!! so his facial hair puffs up a bit…and his chest hair…and the happy trail…you get the idea :3 idk i just like bear price i want him to pound me into the mattress and suck my cock until it falls off hug me!!

-❀

Give me like a couple more days lol, I got ghost and soap more or less done in a rough draft format, just need to write out price and gaz then a quick rewrite to clean up the draft. Cause rn all mini drafts are about 1k and very rough so when I clean it up they're probs gonna be bumped up to like 2k? Just knowing me and how my drafts end up doubling in size lol.

Also duuude you are a treasure trove of ideas lol. I want bear price now and now I'm horny so here's a bunch of bear price

Help a Bear Out

CW:NSFW, MDNI, daddy kink, dom/sub, oral, somno, edging, foodplay, cockwarming. Bear Price x Top Male reader Ao3

Imagine Bear Price who is by no means a small man any time of the year, bear genetics + having to be physically fit to take down terrorists leads to him having a very strong and imposing build befitting a Kodiak bear. The fur only adds to the striking image, making him look larger and his arms appear thicker, letting him scare many young boars from trying to tussle with him lest he crack their skulls.

But he turns massive in winter.

He can't help it; There's no escaping the iron clad control nature has over his body as his dark fur thickens and gains a fluffy golden color. No evading the instinct telling him to eat and rest and grow fat for winter until his hard earned muscles disappear beneath the cloak of fat. No ignoring sweet lull of sleep's song when he's yawning every five minutes and the words on the report swim in his blurry eyes.

Imagine Bear Price who, in his younger days, used to be self conscious about the changes his body went through. Growing up surrounded by humans was tough, dread would start building in his heart the moment the first leaf from the trees would fall. He's lost count how many times the kids would laugh at him when he'd show up to school after winter break with a chubby face and barely able to run a lap with how tired he was.

As he grew and started being curious about sex, it only got worse. He'd snatch the porn mags his sisters would buy behind their parents back, spending hours looking in the mirror and comparing his pudgy belly and fat thighs to the chiseled abs and lean muscles of the models. He'd spend hours exercising and trying to loose the weight he'd gain, but it would be all for naught.

And it didn't stop when he graduated and went into the military. His superiors may have tolerated the extra sleep and rations Price needed because he was a monster on the field, but they by no means were happy about it. He'd end up with thrice the amount of work and run ragged in training until he returned to his pre-winter weight.

Imagine Bear Price who doesn't give a shit about how he looks like now. Why would he, when he sees how you look at him? How you touch him? How you worship him?

Your hands wind around his waist and the groan you let out when you realize the space between your fingertips has gotten bigger is hungry. Your face burrows into his chest, his soft fluffy fur tickling your face as you nuzzle his pecks. The way his pudgy belly and love handles jiggle under your wandering hands makes you wish you had more arms so you could feel every part of him.

A content growl rumbles from the bottom of his chest, eyelids open just enough to watch you. "My boy's forgotten his manners." He chuckles, but there's no way to hide the wagging of his little bear tail. The reverent way you touch him makes him feel like a king.

"Sorry sir." There's absolutely no shame in your voice or your actions, not when your mind is held captive by the soft fluffy fur and the warmth of his skin. Without thinking you slide your hands up to grope his chest and you groan — the squishy fat covering his muscles and makes his pecs so large they don't fit in your hands anymore, fat plumping up between your fingers and his flesh jiggling as you press his pecs against your head and motorboat him.

The surprised laugh you earn is like ambrosia to sweeten the heaven you're drowning in.

Imagine Bear Price who gets so sleepy as the nights get longer and colder. While he still gets the work done, and for the most part doesn't mind the 'old man' jokes his boys make, it's obvious how irritated he gets when he's forced to stay awake longer than he needs to; each extra second spent explaining to a muppet how to do his job makes his eyes darker and voice rougher until he's passively growling like a construction engine.

Luckily you're there to calm down the beast.

Groping his ass or scratching the base of his tail to distract him so you can kiss along his jaw and rub your cheek against his beard. "You're doing it again sir." You mutter, voice smooth and low enough to soothe his prickled mind. Kissing him sweet and slow so you can tug his lazy body back into his room, into his den, where you can give him what his mind and body craves the most — sweet sweet sleep. . . and you.

Imagine Bear Price who's chest rumbles with a purr without stopping the second you settle into his den, his clawed fingers sliding over and groping your naked skin with just as much love and adoration as you show him.

Wrapped in so many layers of blankets and furs, engulfed by his bulk and his own fur, you are so so warm that neither one of you need clothes. Price's favorite position is to hug you like a Teddy bear. Despite the irony, it lets him wrap his body around you so you're safe and protected, practically suffocating in his fur. Not that you mind, especially when Price can nuzzle his nose into your hair or skin, to breathe in your scent to his heart's content and purr low praises into your ear: "Good boy,"

And, if you're especially good, he lets you use his ass as a pillow. He'll growl and grumble about not being able to scent you or hold you, but he'll soon be sleeping peacefully with you slumbering on his large ass.

Imagine Bear Price who, between the long stretches of sleep, get's horny. It's a natural reaction from sleeping next to his naked mate, wanting to feel you and hear your moans, but he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck. His lethargy turns the feeling of languid arousal into Hell.

Both of you try to initiate a couple of times; fumbling beneath the sheets, wandering hands roaming and groping as far as they can reach, his teeth nibbling on your neck and your hungry lips laying hickeys on his thick neck. Not wanting to undo the tangle of limbs you two end up grinding against each other, breathing the same air between kisses as sweet pleasure burns in your belies.

Then you stop just long enough to grab the lube, and Price's mind, still half way in lala land, only needs a couple of seconds of inaction to pull him back into deep sleep. By the time you return to him he's already snoring, limbs reaching out to grip you tightly and pull you close, but all thoughts of sex are forgotten.

And Price is so, so, angry with himself when he wakes up and realizes he left you high and dry again, shame eating away at his stomach because what kind of bear leaves his mate unsatisfied? The unworthy kind.

Imagine Bear Price who's mind is blown when you suggest cockwarming. Hibernation is about sleeping and relaxing, not strenuous sex, so the thought of being able to feel you while still fulfilling his body's need to rest? Oh it gets him hard.

It takes a while to figure out the perfect position, Price is too big and heavy to lay on top of you without crushing you, and his fingers earn to grip and hold you close so spooning him viable either.

Finally you end up with him laying on his back, legs spread with you laying on top of him and oh, it's perfect. You can feel him purr as you slide inside his blistering hot hole, his strong arms wrapping around you and claws scrapping along your spine. "That's my boy, perfect f' daddy." He mumbles through the fog of sleep, throwing one heavy leg over yours to keep you close.

You can't help the shudder that races down your spine, his musky earthy scent curling in your nose and making your cock throb inside him. You only stretching him long enough to be able to take you without tearing something, and Price relishes the slight sting of pain nibbling on his nerves when your cock hardens.

You don't try to fuck him, by the time you're fully settled inside him he's already snoozing. A slow roll of your hips and the resulting tightening of his hole is enough to sate your lust when it arises, enough to keep you half hard and stretching him out. His pecs make such a good pillow, thick fluffy fur and chest hair tickling your skin, the slow and calm beating of his heart lulling you to sleep before you know it.

Imagine Bear Price who gets an insatiable sweet tooth. There’s not a single secret stash in his room that doesn’t have his favorite bottle of honey in it. Hell, there’s more honey hidden in his room than cigars.

And his lazy mind decides to combine his hunger with honey with his hunger for you.

"Hold still for daddy, baby boy." Price mumbles against your abdomen, big hand gripping your hip to keep you still so not a drop of the honey he drizzles on your cock goes to waste. "Good." He purrs, wide tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap at your tip, claws massaging the skin beneath them.

He can spend hours laying between your legs, lazily lavishing your cock with attention while satisfying his craving for sweets. Whine and moan as much as you want, uselessly buck your hips as best you can against his unfair strength, nothing will make him rush — with his energy drained he'll spend meticulous minutes following every vein on your cock with his tongue before he even thinks of gently suckling on your tip. "Relax my boy, just enjoy this." He mutters, lips pressed against the sticky flesh of your shaft.

And when he does take you into his mouth, it's just as slow. His mouth hangs open so you can see your tip resting on his tongue before he laps at your slit, drool and honey running down his chin and sticking the strands of his beard together. When all the honey is in his stomach he just drizzles more, nibbling on your thighs or stomach to keep his mouth and mind occupied with you before starting the torturous process all over again.

The slow torturous pleasure is easy to endure just so you can see his eyes light up when you start leaking precum.

Imagine Bear Price absolutely loves loves loves the salty tang your cum adds to the sweet honey, the delicate combination of flavor dancing on tongue and only fueling his gluttonous mind to demand more.

The distinct taste is the only way to cut through the fog of lazy pleasure in his mind, turning him greedy. Price mumbles and growls incoherent words around your cock as he swallows you down to the root, swallowing around you and holding you down when you try to buck up. "My boy tastes so good." He mumbles as he rises up, nuzzling his cheek against your weeping tip, looking up at you with hungry blue eyes. "Just for daddy, yeah?"

"Ye-yes sir." You whimper through your clenched teeth, your head lolling back against the pillows when he swallows you whole again, your tip bumping against the back of his throat. "Just fo- fuck, fuck,- just for you." You don't know how he doesn't choke on you but you don't have the mental faculties to even think about that when your brains are leaking through your cock.

Price smiles around your cock, the purr rattling his chest and making his throat vibrate around you. "Smart boy," He praises after he pulls off, precum and honey swirling on his tongue as he takes the moment to savor the taste. He knows how close you are, he can feel the cum churning your balls when he rolls them in his rough palm. "You can give daddy a bit more, can't you?"

You honestly don't know how long you will last.

Imagine Bear Price who can get so insatiable he growls like a tractor when you try to weakly push him off your cock, so aroused that you think even the slightest gust of wind will make you pop.

Price bites your thigh enough to hurt and only his hand squeezing down on the base of your cock keeps you from cumming. "And where do you think you're going boy?" He demands, claws digging into your skin to pull your hips closer, little kitten licks of his tongue driving you to the brink of madness.

"S-Sir!" You moan before you can stop yourself, your hips twitching uselessly against his hands, thighs shaking. "'m sorry, I'm fuck, I'm so close." You whimper, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Every nerve in your system is on fire, pleasure so strong it's turned to pain along your body.

Price huffs, but his tight hold lessens. "It's alright sweet boy," He hums, placing a sweet kiss on your cock head. "I know how you can make it up to daddy."

Imagine Bear Price who's only placated when you slide your cock back inside him. Your muscles ache from the strength it takes you to hoist his heavy legs over your shoulders and keep them there, but your rewarded with the tightening of his sweet hole, a pleased rumble leaving his throat.

“G-good boy-.” He growls, long claws scratching down your back as you pound into him. Your thrusts are slow but deep, making his toes curl every time you bottom out, tip scraping his prostate and making his cock spurt a dollop of precum with every thrust. “Fucking daddy so deep. I taught you well, yeah?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You agree to everything he says without hearing any of his words, your body moving automatically to bully your dick into him. Every thrust is heaven and every second spent pulling out from his tight heat is hell, the sensitive veins of your cock scraping against his walls.

He moans when you manage to clip his prostate with your thrusts, one clawed hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Harder boy," He demands, rolling his hips to meet you half way, other hand raising up to scruff you. "You can go har-hm!- harder. . . don't you wan- fuck, want to make daddy feel good?"

Clenching your eyes shut you slam into him as hard as you can, feeling the fat widening his frame jiggle with every hard thrust. Without thinking Price pulls your head down to smother you in his pecs, soft fluffy fur tickling your face as the ample flesh suffocates you. The sweet scent of honey mixed with his musk erases any vestiges of sentient thought in your head, leaving your animal brain to pick up the pieces — Pin him down harder and mate him, rut into him until he's roaring with his full chest, his hard cock slapping against your stomach.

Price reacts to the change in your behavior by pressing your face even harder against his chest, his walls clenching around your cock like a vice so you have to try harder to push into him. Price’s lips brush against your ear, voice low and rumbly. “My boy, come in daddy.” He urges you on, both legs now tightly wound around your waist so you can only hump your aching cock into him. “Co-mh!- cum, cum in me son, you want to be good for daddy right?”

That's all it takes to drive you over the edge, mind going black like a piece of paper as your orgasm rocks through you with the intensity of lighting. The sensation of your hot cum spilling into his hole triggers his own orgasm and he cums with a thunderous roar, sticky seed shooting across your abdomen.

You collapse on top of him, his legs keeping your softening cock inside him, not that you have even a single functioning muscle to try to pull out. His big hand cradles your skull, honey flavored lips placing soothing kisses on your temple. "That's my boy." Price murmurs, his chest rumbling with a soft purr. "Did so well for me." He yawns, eyelids fluttering as that fog of lethargy settles over both of you. "Now rest," The order is spoken in the softest voice he's ever used, and it works like a horse tranquilizer on you.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel his hole clench around your soft cock, the cum inside him squelching as his body unconsciously tries to persuade yours into filling him up just a bit more.

It's gonna be a long winter.

[xpao-bearx]

"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 3 HERE

NOTES: I literally put my whole heart and pussy into the previous part and it's just so THRILLING to see all the immense love and support!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

I'm reeeally hoping y'all will like this part, too! Steven has an extremely special place in my heart, but this time we're shifting focus and giving our lovably murderous Moon Boy JAKE his time to shine!! \(^o^)/

Now as we all know, Jake unfortunately hasn't had a lot of screen time yet. I also watched Moon Knight for the third time and besides his confirmed appearance in the post-credits, there are some other more subtle scenes that I'm PRETTY sure Jake was in and it was a lot of fun for me to think so and obsess over!

But I digress! Anywhore, as I was saying, since Jake hasn't been on a lot the way I write him is PURELY made up. Of course, I try my best to capture the vibes I personally get from him, but until Season 2 drops (because I am NOT giving up on that) we don't know for certain what his personality's actually like (and I haven't read the comics please don't shoot me). It was a little challenging, but I really enjoyed getting to explore Jake and his perspective quite a bit! Though he ended up being a bit sadder than I intended CUZ THIS BOI JUST NEEDS AND DESERVES A WHOLE LOTTA LOVIN'❣️

Furthermore, I am not a Spanish speaker. Jake obviously is and I wanna stay as true as possible to the character by having him speak some (*cough* S E X Y *cough*) Spanish throughout, but if I made any mistakes at all then please kindly correct me as I mainly just use Google Translate and/or search up Spanish terms! For example, I was made aware that "ese" means "that" in Spanish. However, it's also Spanish slang for "dude", "man", etc. and I just find it fitting for Jake to call the boys that 😅

Also, Jake is...rough 😳 Don't worry, he loves and cares about you a LOT, but this is a fair WARNING in case you're not into that! And this part got pretty long, IDK I probs blacked out somewhere in the middle and this is le horny result~

Additionally, do y'all think the relationship between reader x Steven/the boys is going too fast? I really try to make it as natural as possible, but hey this is only fiction after all and I think Steven, for one, falls in love FAST since in the show he was already simping for Layla the first time they met 😂 But I can't judge Steven cuz I'd be the same if I ever met Oscar Isaac I mean, I'm already simping now but YOU GET IT

And a lil funny coincidoink, Like A Virgin came on the radio which I guess was your guys' universal push for me to continue this ASAP!

I truly am sorry for the wait!! Life is hard but I simp harder xD

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Part 4: Gonna give you all my love, boy

Your chest rose and fell with each soft, blissful snore. Your face void of any burden, open and peaceful; plump lips parted slightly, looking so kissable. And that's exactly what Steven did, lonely lips descending to meet yours--his slumbering goddess.

An insatiable part of him longed for you to awaken, to spend more time fumbling around in the sheets until sunrise. But he knew, more than anyone else, that sleep was important. And he had no doubt that after all the...unique events that progressed your relationship, you deserved all the rest you can get.

Like the proper gentleman he was, he had cleaned you up before snuggling in bed together until dreams inevitably consumed you. And now here you were, using one of his arms that he can't feel anymore as your pillow and your bodies exchanging heat.

Then his mouth lowered, down your chin, to your throat, and to the delicate dip between your neck and shoulder. Planting butterfly kisses on your skin, lips tracing and eyes memorizing every perfect imperfection that dotted your body like constellations.

He noticed your breathing slowly growing uneven, your nipples salaciously peaking through your tank top. He knew he had to stop. He had to, but...

He lifted his free hand, inching towards your breasts before freezing, clenching into a tight fist that had his nails digging into his palm.

His cheeks bloomed red, pulling away and laying on his back as he stared up blankly at the ceiling. What the fuck was he doing?

"Jake, mate... I know you're there, might as well say something, yeah?" Steven whispered.

'Your senses are improving, ese.' Jake snickered. 'Is that why you stopped? No need to be shy, it's just the same as watching porn.'

Steven turned redder, clearing his throat. "Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"

Silence greeted him. Steven waited patiently, giving his alter all the time he needed. As rough around the edges as they may be, the boys all cared about each other and Steven knew that all Jake needed--deserved--was time. Hell, he and Marc didn't even know Jake existed for a while until he finally felt comfortable enough to reveal himself.

'Nah, ese.' Jake snorted, though his voice held a certain heaviness to it. 'She's all yours. You deserve her, Steven.'

"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."

'Don't think your little cariño would appreciate it so much that you're wanting to hand her off to some other asshole.' Jake scoffed.

"I'm not 'handing her off', you git. I wanna...share." Steven mumbled the latter, gulping thickly.

'Steven...' Jake sighed, but Steven sensed intrigue in his tone. 'I don't know what the fuck you expect from this talk, ese. We only share the same body, that's it.'

"You're lying and you know it. Two months working with Y/N, I never said anything, but I knew you were always there. This damn body isn't the only thing we share, 'cause I know your feelings are just the same as mine."

It was then that you mewled softly, shifting and wrapping an arm around Steven's waist and cuddling close to his side with a content little smile on your lips as you slept.

Steven melted and he felt Jake do so, too.

"I'm not giving you an out, mate." Steven chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I'm absolutely buggered and so are you."

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Steven, that absolute fucking puta.

As soon as Jake opened his eyes, dread filled him. Slowly turning his head and seeing your back to him, he knew Steven gave up control at some point and forced Jake to come out from the shadows.

He's tried multiple times to drag that pendejo back out, but Steven has obviously put up a block between them. Jake sighed frustratedly, his gaze lingering on you once more.

His heart ached. And fuck it hurts.

He wasn't Steven.

He did not deserve you.

He was dirty--rotten. He was only good for causing pain; even the ways in which he protected the boys were brutal, inhumane.

And he loved the chaos. Thrived in it.

When Steven met you for the first time, two months ago, that was what Jake intended to cause as well. Pain. Heartbreak.

Nothing more than another pretty notch to add to his belt.

But you...surprised him. You actually cared about Steven, gave him basic human respect and the time of day when no one else did and just fucking listened. Accepted him with open arms and such a kind, blinding smile. And pretty soon, Jake yearned for that, too. From you. Just you.

You didn't even know he existed--you didn't fucking care about him--and yet you smashed his glass heart into a thousand pieces, leaving him to find the sharpest shard and continuously stab himself as punishment.

That's what he deserved. Not you.

But oh... You looked so cold. Why were you so far away? What the hell were you thinking, pulling away from him?

Like a lion stalking its prey, Jake crawled towards you until he was on top of you. His dark eyes trailed down your sleeping form, so beautiful, so vulnerable. He didn't realize his hand was shaking slightly as it reached up to caress your face, breath hitching as his thumb glided across your bottom lip before slowly slipping it inside your mouth.

He watched, completely entranced, as your saliva coated his thumb and the way in which you squirmed so that you were now laying on your back, facing him. You were still asleep, though your brows creased together and your breathing grew shallow.

What were you dreaming about, Jake wondered? Were you dreaming about last night? Steven didn't feel him then, but Jake was there and it was the best torture he's ever endured.

He can make you feel good--better. And if there was any room in your heart (and legs) for him, he'd more than happily prove it to you.

But you were so kind, so sweet... Surely you'd accept him, too, right?

Surely you'd relieve him of his huge fucking hard-on, right?

He found himself lowering, lowering, lowering--then stopped just as his lips were about to meet yours.

No...

You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve him.

As if he was just burnt, he sprang away from you and sat at the foot of the bed, keeping as much distance as possible. His head hung low, hands scrubbing his face in frustration before turning into self-loathing slaps.

He quickly got a hold of himself, lest you have a cruel awakening to him. Not Steven.

He looked over his shoulder. You really did look cold. He unchained the ankle restraint then stood up, walking over to your side and tucking the blanket over your unfairly scantily clad body.

God... How he wished he was the one keeping you warm.

He then shook his head, glancing towards the wall clock. 5:40 a.m.

He can sneak out and do some business for Khonshu. And by the time he returns, hopefully Steven does, too.

He has to.

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You rolled over in bed, expecting to cuddle up next to something much more solid than a pillow. Your brows furrowed, a hand flying out to pat the bed and not finding what--who--it was seeking.

Your eyes snapped open and you bolted upright. You looked around in a frenzy, eyes still bleary with sleep and finding the apartment completely empty.

You then noticed the time on the wall clock. 7:20 a.m.

You were off work today, but you weren't sure if Steven had a shift. But even if he did, it was still too early for the museum to open.

So...

Where the hell was Steven?

He couldn't have ditched you...could he? No, that wasn't possible, this was his flat.

But wait... What if this was his subtle way of telling you to get lost? That he didn't want to see you still here when he comes back from wherever the fuck he went to?

You overstayed your welcome, didn't you? This was what it was about, isn't it? This was all your fault, right?

You were on the verge of hyperventilating when, at the corner of your eye, you spotted a bright yellow sticky note on top of the books on the bedside table. You quickly ripped it off, reading the messy, rushed handwriting.

Don't know when I'll be back. Just relax. Food for you is in the kitchen, amor.

You blinked away tears you didn't realize were forming once, twice, then bursted into laughter.

"Fuck, seriously, what is wrong with me?" You berated yourself, still laughing.

This was Steven. Of course he would never abandon you, and you would never abandon him.

He proved it to you, after all. The memories of last night terrorizing your brain once more, making you blush like a virgin (which you were--for now).

You wanted to prove yourself to him, too. And you're sure you'll think of something, but at the moment you became distracted as your eyes landed on Steven's black sweatshirt sprawled carelessly across the floor.

You put on your glasses then hopped off of the bed and picked up the sweatshirt, tugging it on and letting out a giggle as it drooped over your thighs, turning the sleeves into little hand mittens and your body and heart just feeling so warm.

You ambled over to the kitchen, seeing a plate of slightly burnt toast and scrambled eggs clumsily covered in plastic wrap on the small dining table. You chuckled softly, taking the plastic off before sitting down and having breakfast.

As you chewed, once again your brain couldn't help but wander off.

It was only a little thing. Such a stupid thing, really. But still, it just would not stop nagging you.

Amor. It was French for 'love'.

But... Steven didn't spell it with a U. It was supposed to be amour.

Amor, no U, was the Spanish spelling. And Steven, who seemed fluent in French, should know that.

But people make mistakes, and who were you to judge such a minuscule, silly mistake?

Before you could entertain yourself by ruminating over such nonsense some more, your ears perked up when you heard the lock click and the door opening and shutting close. You kept quiet, watching as Steven slowly trudged in.

He was wearing a flat cap and a trench coat, and from your spot in the kitchen he hasn't noticed you yet. But he looked...different.

You couldn't quite explain it, but he seemed...tense. On edge. An air of agitation surrounding him, stiff in his movements yet carrying a sense of confidence at the same time.

Wild.

You then swallowed, standing up from your chair and silently making your way over to Steven with his back turned to you as he busied himself with stripping off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling him jolt. But before he could react, you spoke up.

"I missed you..." You murmured, embracing him more tightly as you pressed your cheek to his back. "Don't do that again, please. At least wake me up if you're leaving."

Steven didn't say anything, completely rigid and gloved hands balled into tight fists.

Then it clicked.

"You're not Steven...are you?"

His shoulders jerked, and you pulled your face away to look up at him. But you never removed your arms, keeping them in place around his waist.

Then his shoulders drooped, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath before ever so slowly turning his head over his shoulder.

"Caught red-handed." His lips curled up into a smirk, dark eyes gleaming down at you. "You're much more observant than I thought, princesa."

Your breath hitched, mouth agape and eyes blown wide as you gawked at him. You didn't know what to feel. Well, there was definitely excitement, but you weren't sure if it was appropriate for you to feel such a way.

Regardless, you were glad Steven was open and honest with you from the get-go. You knew, at some point, it was inevitable that you'd meet the two other men he's mentioned. So, you weren't too taken aback to be experiencing this right now.

"Judging from your accent and what you called me just now... You must be Jake?" You queried, cocking your head to the side as you stared up at him. Funny, he shared the exact same body as Steven, but he was still...different. The way he held himself, the little quirk to his lips, the look in his eyes--it was all very distinct.

"Don't see why you gotta keep asking me questions, princesa. Seems like ya got it all figured out." Jake scoffed, amusement in his tone.

"Well... You certainly made an...impression when you asked me out." You spoke slowly, carefully, as if not daring to spook some wild animal. You wanted Jake to feel safe, welcomed; because it felt like Jake hasn't at all expected to be here right now, but you wanted to let him know that you didn't mind him. You were happy to be meeting him.

But Jake took it the wrong way. He read your body language as aloof, like you were just trying to be polite. And why wouldn't you be? You were naturally kind, but he knew better.

He was absolutely not supposed to be here. He was never supposed to meet you, never planned to. After all, you preferred Steven.

...Didn't you?

His jaw ticked, his hands untangling your arms around his waist before he spun on his heel to fully face you. You gasped as he did, paling at the sight of blood on his shirt.

"What happened?!" You panicked, your hands immediately touching his body, eyes frantically searching for any injuries. "Did someone hurt you?! Oh my god, who did this to you?!"

"It's not my blood."

You froze, a chill coursing through your veins. Slowly, your head tilted up, meeting his gaze. It was much darker than before, flecks of savagery brewing within. And yet, you also saw...loneliness.

Longing.

"Are you scared, Y/N?"

You held your breath, his voice cracking as he uttered your name for the first time. It was a simple question that had a painfully simple answer.

"I am."

Jake shut his eyes, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a wavering breath.

He fucking knew it.

"Jake..." His eyes snapped open at your voice, so soft, so unexpectedly calm. "Will you...hurt me?"

"I would never." He whispered--promised--holding your gaze sincerely. "I couldn't."

"I'm scared of the...things you can do, Jake." You admitted, noticing his Adam's apple bob as he gulped. His gaze fell to the floor, but you reached up, gently cupping the side of his face. "But...I'm not scared of you."

Jake met your eyes once more, his hardened expression softening as he sighed, nuzzling into your comforting hand. For the first time in a long time, he felt...safe. He was not one of Khonshu's pawns, he was not Steven or Marc's ruthless protector, he was simply...

Jake Lockley.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured, trembling hand reaching out and caressing your cheek; tenderly, fondly, lovingly. "I...was never supposed to meet you. I was fine watching you quietly. But last night, Steven said he wanted us to meet. For me to be a...part of what you have with him."

A deafening silence rang in your ears. Jake watched you with those intense, soulful eyes, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Any reaction.

"Jake..." You have no idea how you even managed to speak, your volatile heartbeat replacing the silence. "Take a shower first, we'll talk after."

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Water dripped from Jake's hair, his hands pressed against the wall with his head tilted down as he watched the pristine white tiles of the shower's floor stain red.

This was an all too familiar situation for him. Washing off blood that didn't belong to him, his body getting cleaned though never his damned soul. But it never bothered him before...until now.

He knew there was a chance you'd be awake when he returned, but he figured that he can just pretend to be Steven at least until that idiot takes control of the body again. Jake's done it convincingly enough a few times before back when Steven and Marc were still unaware of his existence, acting as one of them whenever something triggered them and he suddenly had to front.

But when you hugged him, he just...froze. It felt as if he was struck by lightning because this was real--you were real. Your heart-wrenching kindness and beauty were all directed towards him, and he was no longer just a pathetic fly on the wall through Steven's eyes.

But how could he be so fucking dumb? He never should've shown himself, he should've stayed away from the apartment even if it took all day and just let Steven deal with the consequences. And yet...he came back.

Because, the absolute truth is, he wanted to meet you. At his very core, he was a selfish bastard who wanted to be with you, no matter the punishment inflicted on him--he inflicts on himself.

But was he really being selfish?

As drastically different as they were, Steven and Marc managed to control their own separate lives. Steven had his job that he despised, but also the comfort of regularly getting a paycheck that provided for his daily needs. Marc was Khonshu's (main) Avatar and as draining as it was, he could still unwind after a long day with a pack of beer and a Chicago Cubs game playing on TV.

And then, of course, there were Moon Knight and Mr. Knight that ultimately tied them together.

But what about Jake? Was he nothing more than a punching bag for Marc and Steven, only seizing command and handling whatever shitshow they got themselves into that they were too weak to finish?

Jake knew that was his job--his purpose. And honestly, it was okay. He cared about the boys, and keeping them safe meant the same for him as well.

...Until you came along. And for the first fucking time, he actually wanted something. Yearned for someone. Just for himself, and not because of anyone else's expectations or demands of him.

He didn't realize it until you came crashing into Steven's--and his--life like some fucking meteorite, but he was empty. And on the extremely rare occasions that Jake was entitled to the body all for himself, he grew tired of being tired from aimlessly hopping bar to bar. Nearly wiping all his fucking memories out with heavy drinks and the need--the desperation--to forget about the problems he deliberately ignores, hides, even for one single measly night through fucking some random stranger he didn't and won't ever care about.

But you weren't a stranger, that was perfectly clear. Days bled into weeks, and weeks into months; and here you were now, looking all cute--tempting--wearing Steven's sweatshirt, eating breakfast in his home, as his girlfriend.

Steven's girlfriend. Not Jake's girlfriend.

"Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"

Steven's words from last night echoed in Jake's head, taunting him. And the ridiculous proposition that followed afterwards, of the two of them sharing you.

"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."

And maybe, just maybe...Steven's right.

Maybe Jake did deserve you.

But did you deserve him?

"What's got you looking all emo?" Jake's head abruptly whipped around, seeing you with one hand holding the shower curtain open while the other clutched onto a towel covering your body.

Your naked body.

Jake's mouth went dry, completely paralyzed. All he could do was let his eyes scan you from head to toe, undressing you in his mind. He's already seen you last night and he thought he'd be fine just basking you in from Steven's point of view, but oh...he thought dead wrong.

Because now he really wanted to touch you. Feel you. Make you come undone, all because of him. All for him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His question came out sharper than he intended it to, eyes narrowing as he watched your gaze drop, shifting on your feet uncertainly along with the tantalizing way you bit your lip.

You seemed to be engaging in a silent war with yourself before you shook your head, straightening up as you dared to meet his eyes and slowly dropped the towel to the floor.

"I told Steven this before, but I prefer to get things over with." You smiled a bit sheepishly, stepping into the shower; the warm drizzle of water helped to thaw the ice cold sensation anxiety gripped you with. "I'm a very impatient woman, Mr. Lockley."

"And you think jumping into the shower completely naked with a man you barely know is the answer to your impatience, señorita?" Jake arched a brow, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, it's not like I can get into the shower with clothes on, right? That's just fucking stupid." You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "Besides... It's because I want to get to know you that I'm here."

"This is a dangerous game you're playing, princesa." Jake murmured, his smirk instantly vanishing; that furrowed brows, clenched jaw sternness once more overtaking his striking features as he regarded you. "I'm not your sweet, sensitive little boyfriend. I'm not Steven." He practically hissed out the name, though there was more sadness to it than venom.

"This isn't a game to me, Jake." You stated firmly, standing your ground as you held your chin high and levelled your gaze with his. "None of this is. I take Steven very seriously--I take our relationship very seriously." You paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. "And I know, maybe I'm moving too fast, and I totally understand your doubts about this--about me. But I'm not a fucking dumbass. I know you're not Steven and I like you, anyway."

Jake was rarely speechless, but even as his mouth parted to say something--anything--nothing came out. He felt something fall down his cheek, and he wasn't too sure if it was water or the strange liquid that suddenly made his vision all blurry.

But he didn't have much time to ponder on it when your hand gently pressed against his cheek, your eyes kind and full of adoration, the same adoration you always bless Steven with and something Jake believed was only a far-off miracle for him.

"Y/N..." He choked out, glossy dark eyes intently set on you. "I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster, Jake." You were quick to counter, taking a step closer, now being chest to chest with Jake. "You're a part of Steven, and anything--anyone--that's a part of him is beautiful. And you sure as hell deserve to live your own life, too. And, well, if you'll have me..." You blushed, looking down. "...I would really, really like to get to know you better, Jake Lockley."

Silence smothered you, wrapping its invisible claws around your neck, and you now fully understood what people meant when they say something takes forever. You thought it would be easier and much less frightening if the ground actually opened up and swallowed you whole, but Jake finally put you out of your misery, his hand turning off the shower and a low chuckle bubbling out of him.

"Well... Damn." He smirked, cocking his head down at you, though his smug demeanour couldn't mask the rosiness that dusted his cheeks. "You really do like me and Steven, huh, querida? Or maybe it's just your boobs up against me that's convincing me."

"Well, if it's helping you to believe me, then I'm not complaining." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing your breasts against him. Both of your breaths stuttered at the close, intimate contact, and you whimpered as his hands landed on your hips, callused fingers squeezing your soft flesh.

"Dios mío..." He growled lowly, his hands slowly, reverently travelling up the curves of your body, leaving a burning wake, before dipping once more and giving your ass a hard smack.

"Ah..!" You gasped, lurching forward, your face bumping against his solid chest. You felt his chest vibrate as a deep laugh rumbled out of him, one hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back.

"I ain't lying when I said I'm not your sweet, sensitive boyfriend." There was mania in his eyes, baring shiny white teeth as he grinned widely at you; like a shark who's smelled blood--your blood--from a mile away, he's set his target and can't be satisfied by anything, anyone else. "Then again, if you could see Steven's thoughts like I can, 'sweet and sensitive' aren't completely accurate for him."

You gulped, but not from fear. You squeezed your thighs together, pupils dilating as you stared up at Jake. "I-I don't mind if you or Steven aren't sweet and sensitive. I wanna be treated nice, but there are plenty of ways 'nice' can be translated to..." You placed a hand on his abs, lips parting as you traced along his taut muscles, looking like some fucking Greek sculpture--a god--with the way his wet body shimmered a divine bronze. "Don't you think so...Papi?"

With no warning, you felt the air get knocked out of you as his lips collided with yours, attacking you; tongues intertwining with a clash of teeth, the moist smack of your lips harmonizing with the vulgar moans Jake drew out of you.

You felt Jake's neediness, the desperation underlying his roughness--as if this was not just the first, but the only time he'd get to kiss you and have you for himself.

As if you'd ever allow for this to be the only time.

Your hands fell to his shoulders, nails breaking his skin and marking him with crescent indents. He groaned as you did, kissing you with even more fervour, fiery passion never ceasing as you both chased after that hellish ecstasy; seizing, bruising, suffocating you.

More, more, more. Giving and taking, taking, taking.

You just could never have enough, clueless as to where you started and Jake ended, Jake's tongue practically down your throat now. You know you needed air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, but your body refused.

If this was how you died, then you'd die an elated woman.

But Jake suddenly pulled away from you, making you whine loudly. Your hands pawed at his chest, tears springing to your eyes and your ears couldn't even register the pitiful pleas that tumbled out of your mouth for more, more, more.

"You're such a fucking slut, aren't you, mi amor?" Jake snickered, one hand wrapping around your neck, thumb stroking the column of your throat, squeezing just enough to feel as if your head was floating. "Steven always saw you as this pure, innocent angel. But you're not, aren't you? You wanna be corrupted, don't you? You wanna be my pretty little devil, slut?"

"I'll be anything for you, Papi." You replied breathlessly, tears staining your scarlet cheeks. "Just be my everything."

"I'll be whatever--do whatever--for you, mi vida." His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but you heard him loud and clear, his earnesty and sweetness cloying. His other hand caressed your face before he leaned down, his tongue licking away your salty tears, a reprieve from the rapturous flames that engulfed him. "Now... What do you want Papi to do?" He purred, smirking wolfishly down at you. "You want me to fuck you? Spread your little virgin pussy, fill you up with my cock? Wanna see how much you can take, cariño. Take all my cum, don't waste a single fucking drop."

As tempting as his filthy words were, as much as you wanted to, you remembered how Steven refused to have sex with you last night. Of his promise that he'll make love to you another time, when he was better prepared with condoms. And fuck, you wanted him--them--so badly. Steven and Jake. But you respected Steven and his decision, and you did also want for your lovemaking to be special.

"Can I taste your cock, Papi?" You asked, biting your lip as you met Jake's gaze shyly. You felt like a mouse and he was the lion, yet you held the power in whatever was going to happen. "I-I promise I'll take it all... Take all your cum, like a good girl."

Jake knew that you chose not to have sex with him out of respect for Steven, and that only made him love you more. He felt a pang in his heart and a smile tugged up the corners of his lips, eyes locking with yours, full of tenderness and affection.

Right then and there, he knew that you were "the one". For him and Steven.

"Get on your knees like a good fucking girl, then." He breathed, and you didn't hesitate as you instantly dropped to your knees, breasts jiggling slightly as you did. Your eyes widened as his cock stood proudly, mere inches away from your face.

"I...I'm sorry if I'm...bad." Your voice came out as a squeak, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "I-I've never done this before!"

"You better have not or else I'll hunt down and kill all the fuckers you've ever been with." He barked out a laugh, but his eyes were dark and serious.

Murder was not something Jake Lockley ever joked about, after all.

Strangely enough, you found his possessiveness...sexy. Which only meant that Jake was already corrupting you.

But was that really such a bad thing?

You shook your head, focusing on the cock--erm, task--at hand. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, hearing Jake breathe sharply through his nose as you did. You licked your lips as you watched the pre-cum drip out of the tip, so curious, so transfixed like a moth to a flame.

Your tongue then darted out, experimentally licking the milky fluid. Jake threw his head back with a guttural groan; you've barely even started, and it made you fucking giddy that he reacted like this.

"Jake..." You murmured, giggling softly. You peered up at him through your long lashes, flashing him a dazzling smile. "You're so beautiful, Jake."

"That ain't something you should call a man, mi vida." Jake scoffed, but the crimson tint on his cheeks have spread like wildfire to the tips of his ears and neck. "Especially not when you're the beautiful one."

"Going soft on me now, Jakey?" You teased lightheartedly, slowly beginning to stroke his length.

Jake's breath hitched, brows furrowing as he watched you intently, attentively. "You really are a little devil, Y/N." He chuckled deeply, and you knew that meant trouble. "You think I'm going soft? Looks like you really have a lot you need to know about me."

Like before, his hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back and making you look up at him. "Open up, slut." And you did, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You flinched slightly as his cock hit your tongue, his other hand grabbing his member and moving it around on your tongue, painting it white.

"Now you're gonna be a good cocksucker, got it?" He grinned down devilishly at you, eyes twinkling with sheer, wicked glee. "You're gonna make Papi cum, like the good whore that you are."

You nodded hastily, eagerly. And you just couldn't fucking take it anymore, jostling forward and burying his cock in your wet, hot mouth.

"That's. Fucking. It." Jake hissed, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. Slowly, you began to bob your head, your mouth accommodating his size. You briefly wondered how anyone could ever even compare this to a banana or a popsicle stick; it was much bigger and your jaw started to hurt, which Jake quickly noticed as you tensed.

"Hey, relax." He cooed, reaching down to tenderly wipe away the tears you didn't realize were flowing down your cheeks. "Easy, Y/N. Relax your mouth, loosen up your throat... Fuck, yeah, that's it. Keep going, hermosa."

With newfound confidence and assurance, you gradually increased your pace. You hollowed your cheeks, your tongue sliding along the underside of his cock with each rhythmic bop of your head. Up, down, up, down--Jake's sinful groans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom, never breaking eye contact as you burned all of him into memory.

Then your surprised gasp was muffled as his foot pressed against your clit, only offering you a cocky smirk in return.

He began to move his foot, his toes budging your clit and stroking along your pussy. You moaned around his cock, grinding against his foot for more friction. Then his other hand grabbed onto your hair, both of his hands now pushing and pulling your head up, down, up, down--drool spilling down the sides of your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as the tip of Jake's cock pounded your throat, your hands floundering to his thighs as you clung on for dear life.

"Fuck, look at you... Una putita tan bonita solo para mí." He laughed, the thrusts of his hips growing fiercer, more rabid as he mercilessly fucked your throat. "Wanna taste me, mi vida? Think you've earned it?"

All you could do was nod, nod, nod--looking up at him pleadingly as you continued to desperately grind yourself against his foot, your own orgasm fast approaching.

Jake's jeering laughter soon stuttered into a heavy, gasping moan; his eyes squeezing shut as his head fell back, hitting the wall. You felt his cock twitch, releasing his seed, shooting down your throat and his balls slamming against your chin.

Your own release coated Jake's foot, your entire body shuddering from the intensity of it all and coughing as Jake finally withdrew his cock out of your mouth. But you didn't have time to revel in the afterglow as Jake's hand wrapped around your neck once more, dragging you up and crashing his lips with yours. You swapped spit and cum, but neither of you cared; the two of you groping, squeezing, clinging onto each other any which way your needy hands could fumble.

You didn't keep track anymore of who pulled away first, laughter ringing in your ears as you both grinned at each other; spent, happy.

The dawn of something new, exciting, promising shining between the two of you.

Wordlessly, Jake turned on the shower again. Then he grabbed the soap, his hands gliding along your smooth skin, his lips attaching to the crook of your neck where he could see the faint pinpricks of his handprint slowly materializing.

"Did I hurt you, mi vida?" As rough of a lover as Jake was, none of his pleasure mattered if you didn't enjoy yourself.

"A little bit." You admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the top of his head. "But it's okay. I...liked it." You blushed furiously.

"Fuck..." He grumbled, pulling away and looking very much like a kicked puppy, something that you thought only Steven was a pro at. "As cute as you are blushing like that, princesa, I'm so fucking sorry. I know I should know when to stop, when to be gentle...but those are not really what I'm good at." His eyes drifted down, and you can tell that he had a lot more to say. A lot more to regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I forgive you, Jake. Now please... Stop beating yourself up, okay?" You cupped his face, pecking his nose and meeting his gaze. "I'm not lying when I said I liked it, but don't blame yourself too much. I also should've done something, spoken up if it was too painful for me." Your fingers ran through his hair, smiling softly, lovingly at him. "All of this is new for me--for us. But it's okay, 'cause we can learn together, yeah? And if you'd like, we can come up with a safe word if things get too rough."

Jake hesitated, wondering if you were really telling the truth and not just trying to comfort him. But one look at your sweet, loving smile was more than enough for his worries and doubts to fade away, his own smile gracing his lips and his hands holding your own that were so gently, kindly cupping his face.

"I think that would be great. Any idea what the safe word should be?"

"I was thinking 'Khonshu'." Your answer made Jake snort before he bursted into laughter, you joining shortly after.

"Mi vida, if you say that bastardo's name while we're fucking, you really are gonna make me go soft." He chuckled, pinching your cheek and kissing your forehead.

"Fine, fine! Clearly coming up with a safe word is what I'm not good at. Let's figure it out together." You playfully rolled your eyes, giggling and kissing his cheek. "Anyway, I'll head out first. But don't take too long or else I'll jump in the shower with you again and for the sake of Steven's water expenses, you do not want that happening."

"On one condition, señorita. You have to wear my clothes when you get out, not Steven's." He hummed to which you laughed and nodded, but just as you were about to step out of the shower, Jake suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his chest.

He leaned down to your ear, voice a low purr as he spoke; like it was a secret, a sacred oath between only the two of you.

"El amor de mi vida, mi salvavidas... Nunca te dejaré ir."

Your lips curled up into a smile, your heart swelling achingly within your chest. You turned around and leaned up on your tiptoes, your lips melting perfectly together with Jake's, becoming one.

"I love you, Jake Lockley." You whispered, sealing your oath. "Now... Don't keep me waiting. You know I'm an impatient woman."

Jake watched with a dumb, lovestruck grin as you pulled away giggling, finally stepping out of the shower and closing the bathroom door behind you. And as soon as you were gone, Jake piped up to the other occupant in the bathroom.

"Steven, ese... I know you're there, might as well say something, huh?"

'Bloody HELL, mate...' Steven's words stumbled out in a rushed, breathless breath. 'That was MENTAL.'

"You're welcome for the free show, ese." Jake chuckled, standing under the spray of the shower as he washed himself off.

Although Jake couldn't see Steven, he knew that the poor, flustered English man was having a damn heart attack at this very moment.

'That was...that was...' Steven was completely at a loss for words, making Jake smirk.

"The hottest fucking thing you've ever seen? Yeah, I know. Y/N's our sexy girlfriend, after all." Jake turned off the shower, hopping out and drying himself off with a towel. "You're right, by the way. We're both absolutely fucked."

'I'm just glad it all worked out, mate.' Steven replied, relief and happiness flooding his voice. 'You deserve her. WE deserve her. It's just...' He trailed off, sighing deeply. 'Now that I think about it, I'm worried about Marc.'

"Fuck Marc." Jake snapped, his eyes settling on the mirror, Steven's reflection staring back at him with an anxious crease between his brows and lips downturned. "We deserve to live our own lives, too, Steven. That cabrón's just gonna have to deal with it."

And deal with it, Marc will. But...

You'll have to deal with Marc, too.

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Makeup, Make Out || @polarisjisung💕✅

↳ somewhere between testing eyeshadow palettes and mascara wands, renjun tests the prospect of loving you (i love me some soft renjun. soft renjun is prob in my top 5 fics to read about in nct. like how can you not enjoy reading soft renjun fics?????)

Ready For Love || @jnnul💕✅💯💯💯

↳ a boy who has never taken a relationship seriously. a girl who is seriously��over relationships. when they end up finding each other, will they let their ideas of what a relationship should be like ruin their relationship before it even starts? (the concept of one person believing in one thing and the other person believing in another but they come to one accord to overcome the obstacle is amazing. literally as op has said in their warnings "match made in heaven", they truly are and i love that.)

Misses Suh? || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯

↳ (there was not exact summary, but if you remember the jeongs fics from this author then i present you the suhs. stop i freaking love these fics from them. i hope theres going to be more suhs.)

Silent Treatment || @polarisjisung💕💔✅

↳ your boyfriend broke some guy's nose for you, but what he doesn't realise is he also broke his promise to you (how does one give jeno the silent treatment???? easy, pretend to be oc cause thats what i did. LOL LIKE HOW CAN YOU GIVE THIS MAN THE SILENT TREATMENT. mans gonna be looking at you with them eyes and you are just gonna fold. gosh hes adorable and sht)

Trauma || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ Being the son of the famous Nam Goongmin came with a heavy price to pay for Jaemin. Though Taeyong managed to get Jaemin out of his father’s mafia business and helped him to heal, there was still some trauma that Jaemin had yet to face. Until he came across a girl that he would soon learn that he can’t always run from his problems (the fact that the story lowkey connects with the other fics that they have is a gold mine. my ass is out here re-reading everything from the beginning aka the first one all the way to this one while i wait for the next one.)

Enough For You || @midmourn💔✅💯

↳ you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't. (brb let me just sit in the corner real quick. stop, i need more angst nct fics to satisfy my angst side. like you can just feel the hurt that the oc is feeling, cause i know for a fact everyone has been through this once in their life time.)

I'm A Mouse, Duh! || @springseasonie🔞✅

↳ Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (1. i love the mean girls reference. that movie is a classic. 2. another roommate threesome, i may have a problem. BUT THATS FINE. this fic was hella good.)

I Wanna Make You Scream || @nctsplug02🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ (johnny in a scream mask?????????? sir???????? HELLOOOOOOOOO????? like god this fic is, oh child.)

Rent Is Due! || @starillusion13🔞✅💯

↳ (theres no summary, but do you know what else is due??? my insanity after reading this fic. like god dam. had to take a moment to breathe after finishing the fic.)

Strawberry Cough || @hazyhae🔞💕✅

↳ when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that, and maybe even more. (the fact that jaemin automatically has a stock of the strawberry flavor for the oc is cute as sht. mans literally fell in love at first sight.)

The Day That I Met You I Started Dreaming || @nctstar💕✅💯

↳ You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.” (stop, i think this was one of the "long" jungwoo fics that i have read so far. i should start reading more jungwoo fics ngl. i honestly like how the story went. like it was at a good pace. not too rushed and not too slow, at the perfect pace. )

They're Roommate || @luvyeni🔞✅

↳ maybe those “jokes” your roommates play on you aren’t actually jokes (nomin threesome??? let me at it. lord have fcking mercy on me)

Young God || @jaeminvore🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ in which you were essentially scammed into cohabiting with a ridiculously clingy demon that lives off of sex. It could be worse. At least he staved off from sucking your soul out in exchange of you sucking something else—among other things (demon hyuck is a menace but hes a cute menace you know. hes gonna be like your bffl demon. i honestly fully enjoyed this one so much, like you dont understand. the mans a cute ass menace)

NCT 127 Texts || @phoxphenex💕✅💯

↳ Baby 127 Calling Dad on Tour (stop i cant wait for them to be parents. like these fans are gonna have to grow a pair of balls and suck it up that these mens are gonna be parents in the future. like can u imagine their kid just texting them. their kid will have them on their knees i swear.)

NCT Dream Texts || @jenosz💕✅💯

↳ Jeno boyfriend texts (the way that i fcking cackled at the first one. i cant, that was literal GOLD. ngl thats prob something i would say to my boo, if i had one LMAO)

NCT Dream Texts || @midmourn💕✅

↳ Your mom hasn't paid me this month (stop jisung would be the one to actually tell his mom. protect this lil sprout.)

8:57PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳(faster/2 baddies era jaehyun has me on a fcking chokehold im not gonna lie.)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[thebestestofbees]

MORE TELEVISION AU!!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

You left your room. The puppets did not follow, which made you a little relieved. You sat down on your couch as you gave yourself a break to process what was happening.

Once you got your Barrens, you went to go get yourself a drink from the fridge. Only for the refrigerator door to open when you approached. You paused, your eyebrows furrowed.

Hesitantly, you grabbed your favorite drink from the fridge and you quickly pulled away as the door to the fridge closed.

Suddenly the light flickered in a pattern. It seemed to be in Morse code.

Are you fucking for real!?

Before you get too pissed off, you carefully put down your drink and walked back to your room, inhaling before speaking. "Which one of you are possessing my house?" You asked, keeping your voice calm as you pointed to the flickering lights outside your room.

"Home?" The shortest, Wally asked, peering into the rest of your house. The flickers turned into less of a pattern and Wally 'laughed', (can you really call it laughing though?) And turned to you.

"Don't worry, It's just Home." He said, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. Your hand held the doorknob tightly. He's fucking serious about this. "Okay." You said, straining your voice to be calm. "What are you all doing here?" You looked at the array of colorful puppets.

Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, Julie was the first to talk. "We were all helping Wally get out of that thing and we all got sucked in! And we saw you we've been seeing you for a while on the box thing!" Julie pointed to the flat screen TV as as she rambled, Eddie pressed his hand on the screen part, that still displayed static. "And it seems like we won't be leaving any time soon." Eddie chimed in as he sighed.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Don't get angry. They are all here against their will. "Okay. Okay." You said, your voice finally stabilizing as you put your hands in the air in a slight surrender position.

"You guys can stay here until the portal opens up again." The moment you said that, Julie squealed and ran up to you, hugging your middle tightly. "Thank you!" Julie squealed as you put your hand on her head, your face scrunching up at the sudden contact. "It's no prob." You said as Julie let go, hopping around the room as Frank tried to stop her.

Everyone wore smiles and Sally walked up to you. "I almost thought you wouldn't take us in. But who am I kidding! We've been watching you to know you could never. Thank you." Sally shook your hand firmly as If you were making a deal of some kind. "Uh huh... no problem." You blinked as the tall ones came up next.

"Thank for this squirt, that's really nice of you, I'll make sure to give you a 100% discount once we get back home." Howdy said as Poppy gave you a shaky smile. "Hey listen it's really no issue." You said as Barnaby ruffled your hair, chuckling.

"Hey, you've did a lot more than you think, I'm just glad you didn't close your doors on us, Oh wait." Barnaby chuckled and Howdy laughed. "That was a good one!" Howdy laughed. "I'm just gettin started so don't close your curtains just yet!" Barnaby joked and you sighed.

"Look I have things to do, you can wander around if you want, I have to sleep." You say. "I have a guest room with a bed, a mattress and a couch, the covers are there." You counted on your hands how much space that would take.

So two could go in the bed, two on the mattress and two on the couch that means six have somewhere to sleep. You walked to where your sheets, pillow cases, and covers and pulled out your sleeping bag when you were younger. Now that's seven. You looked back at the puppets. There were eight. Shit.

"Okay so, two of you can take the couch, I can get that ready for you, the guest room is already set for another two of you and I got a spare mattress I'll have to put on the floor, I also got a sleeping bag one of you could use, but someone is gonna have to sleep with me, who's ready to make that sacrifice?" You asked looking around until someone raises their hand.

I'm giving you a week to decide, so in the mean time I can answer asks!

[c4l4mityv4in]

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 2: "My name is Shoyo Hinata"

Notes:

Looking back at this Chapter after a few weeks, I hate the way I wrote trans Hinata and wish I would ve gone with the original plan which I'm probably gonna use once I write the fic from Hinata's POV

Trigger Warning: mentions of Homophobia, Transphobia and violence against people of the LGBTQIA+ community

"Dear Diary

If you asked me how my day was I'd say: "I don't fucking know", I barely payed attention in class and practice after losing a match is always frustrating. I ran straight home after practice, even ignored the captain wanting to buy us snacks like he usually does. I stayed by the window for hours... and then I saw the crow and I heard the bell approaching

"Should I say something?"

"Should I be quiet?"

', I asked myself.

The bell got slower, as if Shoyo was trying to be quiet. Our eyes met as he finally flew past my window.

"Hi!" I said trying to sound cool

"Were you waiting for me?" He asked, I couldn't tell if he was trying to make fun of me for it by the sound of his voice.

My face turned red. What was I even expecting waiting for him like some creep? "Um...I-I kinda... yes?"

He got closer to me: "You're cute you know that?

Come on let me in"

He took his shoes off, the crow stayed by the windowsill as me and Shoyo chatted.

"I'm sorry I was acting like a creep and waiting for you earlier...um, I just...didn't ask you to come back and thought you were just a dream", that sounded fucking stupid! He looked at me dead serious and went: "I'd love to be the boy of you dreams" Diary when I tell you I was about to spontaneously combust I mean it! Why is that happening? Why do I feel like I'm on another planet every time I think of him or hear his voice!? It makes no sense to me”

"Dear Diary,

It's been a few weeks, summers here and Shoyo comes by every night. I asked Sugawara about the way I was feeling. He says I might have a crush and I don't know how to feel about that. Does Shoyo even like boys?

Should I ask him if he likes boys? What if he calls me slurs like those boys in middle school?.. No he would never, he has no cruelty in his heart. He comes by every night and we hang out and every time he stays until I fall asleep and he's gone the next day.

He always comes around 10pm, I'm grown used to the sound of his bell.

I also got used to him crashing into my closet that's in front of the window cause apparently he's too lazy to just say "Hello may I come in?". I started putting pillows in front of it so he doesn't hurt himself. I'll update you

once he gets here

.

.

.

We watched "Mamma Mia!" this time (which is totally not linked to the Author having watched the movie for the first time a few hours ago and developing a new hyper fixation, the Author), we stayed up all night recreating all the choreographies and sang all the songs...and then we got to lay all your love on me, and we were close, very close, so close I could have kissed him. The music stopped and the moment ended, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement. "I like the view", Shoyo said jokingly (?), he basically climbed on top of me. "Get off shorty! Let me see what's wrong with this damn CD", I was frustrated! Would he have kissed me if the music didn't stop? "What's wrong with it?" he asked. "I don't think it's the CD I think it's the stereo. Guess it's about time I buy a new one" I answered. He looked disappointed and then he focused on my face, not my eyes tho, lower. "I guess we should go to sleep then, good thing it's Saturday

tomorrow" I took some pijamas, changed in the bathroom and then lied right next to him. Before I knew it, the words slipped out of my mouth "Do you wanna go out with me?" I froze. Why did I even say that? "Sure! When?" I didn't want to lie to him and say I wanted a hang out as friends. "I mean...like a date", I swallowed and awaited a response.

"Yeah, I know that's what you meant. I've been flirting with you probably since the first time we met" I felt like a stone that had been sitting on my chest just disintegrated, I was relieved to say the least."

"Dear Diary,

The date was good, then bad, then I felt like I was on another plane of existence.

Let me break it down for you, I got ready for the date and waited for that talking crow to call me to tell me where to pick Shoyo up, "Aye! Resting bitch face! Ya ready!", Woodpecker's voice still sounded like a chainsmoker muppet getting strangled and honestly we got used to insulting each other. Once I got outside he guided me into the woods to what looked like a perfectly normal tree, he told me to knock on it and so I did.

The trees changed shape and a huge hole opened up covered by a curtain "Come in!" I heard Shoyo yell. I entered took off my shoes and took in how big the inside actually was: "This place is so cool, Shoyo!"

"Thank you! Did you bring me those clothes you said you had for me? I only have traditional witch garments", he asked, I pulled out a shirt, shorts and swim trunks out of my tote bag for him, his face changed color as soon as he saw that last thing. "Is everything alright?" I asked, concerned "It's just...look if we're gonna date I might as well tell you...I am trans, and I have scars on my chest...", he said visibly nervous

"I don't care whether you're cis or not, I want to date you!"

, I responded

"But...there is a lot of bad things that happen to trans people all the time just cause they exist, I'm scared that...if I go to the pool or the beach and take my shirt off.. will I be the next face to end up on the news?", he was holding back tears. I didn't know what to say, I could only hug him and tell him that I would never allow that to happen to him and that anyone who'd like to hurt him would have to pass over my dead body to do so.

"Can I just keep my shirt on? I don't care whether we go to the pool or the beach I'm both planning on swimming anyway", he asked, tears streaming down his face. "Of course you can! I wasn't going to force you to do anything anyway we can literally just take a stroll on the beach if you prefer that!", I said.

"T'd love that", Shoyo responded

"Can I ask where your parents are?", I was curious since I saw nobody other than Shoyo in this house.

"I don't know, I don't remember my parents, I ran off into the woods one night after a walk with my parents, got lost found a shiny stone that turned me into a witch and... the memories faded away, elder witches took care of me for awhile then I found Woodpecker and I started living alone, they say that they can always make me a human again but...", he touched his chest "would that mean I'd be a girl again? I don't want that to happen!", he explained.

"I can't tell you what to do but...I say you should go with your gut", I suggested

Our date started with a snack trip to the grocery store. Me and Shoyo were at the drinks ile whenwe heard a woman yell: "Natsu Hinata come back right now!"

A little girl bumped into Shoyo's leg, they looked eerily similar, same hair color, same bone structure, same dumb look in their eyes. "I'm so sorry you two, she just ran off without warning I hope she didn't hurt you when she ran into you", said the girl's mother, she also looked eerily similar to Shoyo, as they left her turned to me with a shocked look

"Hinata...", he mumbled under his breath.

"My name is Shoyo Hinata"

I looked at him, dumbfounded: "You mean those two right there were..."

"Most likely...I guess I have a sister"

He just stared into nothing for a while before coming back to his senses, "I'll deal with that later! Let's focus on our date first!", he took my hand and I felt like a storm of butterflies exploded in my stomach trying desperately to find a way out, we were both extremely red, his face had this adorable dorky grin I wish I could look at for the rest of eternity. After shopping we went down to the beach to have our picnic, there were lots of changing cabins and lots of people too, as soon as we set up our spot I heard a voice calling my name:

"Kageyama!!"

", yelled Tanaka from afar. "Tanaka-

senpai! Didn't expect to see you here", behind him stood a short boy with wet hair of two different colors: "Nishinoya-senpai! I haven't seen you in ages!" Nishinoya had scars on his chest, similar to what I think Hinata's chest must look like, I knew about it, I saw him once in the changing room before he stopped playing.

(Reminder that in this fic, Hinata never convinced Asahi to come back/called him inside the gym so both him and Nishinoya aren't part of the team anymore)

"Nice seeing you again, man!", said Nishinoya

"Who's the short fry?", asked Tanaka

"This is Shoy....Shoyo Hinata, he's my-"

"I'm his date!", he interrupted me

Tanaka whistled, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Kageyama!", he teased

I blushed, I would love to call Shoyo my boyfriend one day but it was simply too early, "It's just a first date, calm down!"

This next thingvis going to be a little butchered, Shoyo told me about a conversation he had with Nishinoya while I was bickering with Tanaka,

"How are you saw confident about them?", Shoyo asked him

"About what?", Noya was confused by the question

"Your top surgery scars, how are you not scared of someone attacking you just for existing?", Shoyo explained himself. Noya seemed to pause for a moment,

"If I live in fear of being myself in public, what's the point of going out? These kind of things can happen anywhere even in your own home, just cause there is a chance someone will go Psycho on me I'm not going to change myself to please others! I'm a man dammit! And people will see that I'm proud of being trans whether they like it or not!", Noya's eyes gleamed, according to Shoyo the fire in his eyes could have put the flames of hell to shame.

"But what if it DOES happen?"

', Shoyo was still in his state of paranoia

"There is no nice way to say this really and the chance of that happening isn't even that high, the Americans are the ones we should worry about the most, soif you were to "go" tomorrow, would you rather be ashamed of

who you are in life and regret it in death or would you rather be proud of your identity till your clock stops ticking?", Nishinoya's words were enough to

move something inside Shoyo, he took his shirt off, we swam in the sea, i felt like shit cause 1 remembered why I hate sea-water, salt gets everywhere and all the sand sticks to your legs but overall we had fun

"Are you sleeping over? I wouldn't mind actually having you by my side when I wake up for once, you can use our shower to wash up if you want", I asked him

"What about your parents? Won't they mind?", he asked me, he held my hand as we walked back.

"Nah, they're never home, it's always just me and my older sister and she's been begging for me to bring home someone I like", I explained

"So you like me?", he said in a teasing tone

"What if I do?", I playfully clapped back.

Shoyo snickered a little under his breath

"Stay still for a second", he asked me.

He went up a few of the stone steps in feont of my house, leaned forward and kissed me... on the cheek.

I wasn't upset about it but my lips were literally two centimeters away.

"Can you open the door?", he asked me as if nothing happened.

[vminizzle]

SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 4 : back to normal?

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?

warnings : none :) mention of : bruises?

words count : 1.3k

A/N :hi hi guys i hope you doing well. Here’s the 4th part of this series. I’m trying to post 2 parts today! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH.

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED

SERIES MASTERLIST

MIN'S RESIDENCE

"you sure you ready to go back?" Yoongi asked hesitantly as you nod confidently.

"i mean, if you're not ready it's totally fine, don't rush yourself. If you don't f-"

"Yoongi." you whined pulling on his arm.

"i've been telling you that I'm fine and ready to go back to uni. It's been a week now.. i won't be alone! I have Momo-"

"and that's what worry me the most.” he joked making you punched him on his shoulder.

“fuck! it hurts idiot!" you laughed before continuing on trying to persuade your brother.

"I was saying.. ah yea I'm not alone, and i'm fine don't worry."

Yoongi finally sighed defeated.

“fine. but! if you feel bad at any moment let me know and I'll come pick you up, huh?"

"i can go back home alone Yoongi." you whined "i'm not a kid anymore.”

"i know you're not a kid, y/n, but i want you to be safe." he said seriously.

"I won't be able to bear it if something happen to you again.. you're my sister, my family. You mean a lot to me.” he looked into your eyes.

"ew you're so soft." you pinched his cheek.

“ugh i was sure you'd make fun of me but i don't give a fuck. I mean it." he said frustrated making you laughed loudly.

"you mean a lot to me too. you're my brother and you're all i have. I love you. thank you for everything." you hugged him tightly making him smile softly.

"ok enough, take off your dirty hands off of me." he pushed you away making you glared at him.

—

"bye see you later idiot." you waved at Yoongi. This one was sat on the couch with his laptop as you grabbed your bag.

“don't want me to drop you off?" he put his laptop on the coffee table before looking at you.

"don't worry, Momo is waiting outside."

"ok, be careful then. and don't forget, text me if you need anything." you nodded as he watched you leave the house.

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                                CAMPUS

"i'm so happy you're back, we missed you so much." Sana hugged you tightly as you entered the amphitheater.

You sat with your friends at the back of the room as usual waiting for the professor to arrive.

Groups of students were blabbing loudly, others were sitting alone just waiting for the course to start, and some were resting their heads on the table reading to fall asleep again.

You noticed the professor entering the room, so you grabbed your notebook.

"did i miss a lot of stuff last week?" you asked Momo as she shook her head no.

“I'll e-mail you my notes tonight, don't worry. You can look on my papers for now if you want.” you smiled thanking her.

"good morning everyone!" the professor greeted as the students greeted back.

You listened to your course until you felt your phone vibrate into your back pocket.

yoongi : you good?

y/n : yes yes don't worry.

yoongi : i'm not worried.

y/n : bitch!

yoongi : anyway, i'm eating with my friends tonight.

y/n : ok.

yoongi : i just wanted to tell you, they're coming over.

y/n : home??

yoongi : yea. is it okay for you?

y/n : yea dw

yoongi : i'll tell them not to bother you don't worry.

y/n : i'll stay in my bedroom.

yoongi : u don't have to. stay where you want, it's your house too.

You smiled at his message.

y/n : ty.

yoongi : no prob see u later loser.

y/n : see u later idiot.

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MIN'S RESIDENCE

"how was your day?" Yoongi jumped on you as soon as you entered the house.

"fine." you mumbled into his embrace. "yours?"

"fine too." he replied.

“my friends are coming soon." he informed making you nod.

“i'm gonna take a shower." you told him before going upstairs.

—

"y/n!" Yoongi shouted out your name.

You jumped out of your bed as you went downstairs gulping as you noticed the little group of guys sitting in the living room.

You’ve already seen them a few times but you didn’t know them really well. Yoongi never introduced you to them, even after all these years.

You approached where your brother was sitting.

"hi." you shyly said to the boys.

"Hi!" the cutest boy stood up from his seat rushing to you, bowing as he took your hand in his surprising you.

"I'm Jimin, Park Jimin." he introduced himself kissing the back of your hand softly.

"nice to meet you Jimin. I'm-"

"y/n! I know, Yoongi told me about you." he smiled widely. He was just so adorable.

"yaaa! enough, let go of my sister's hand.” he slapped Jimin's hand away, making the boys chuckled.

He was a really overprotective brother so he’s always been hesitant of introducing you to his friends. Not that he didn’t trust them or anything, but he felt like he had to keep you away.

Yoongi sighed before finally introducing you to his friends briefly.

"Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook."

You bowed to them with a little smile.

"we eating pizza, come eat. This one’s for you."

Yoongi said making room for you to seat next to him, but you shook your head, taking the smaller box.

“I'll eat in my bedroom, i need to download some documents Momo sent to me.”

Yoongi just hummed.

"eat well." he watched as you walked to the stairs.

"eat well, Miss y/n.” Jimin said smiling to you making you smiled back.

Yoongi slapped the back of his head making the poor boy whined.

"enjoy your evening." you smiled to the boys.

Jungkook avoided eye contact as you looked toward him.

was he shy? you shrugged it off, going to your room.

Sitting on your bed, you smiled as you think about that "Park Jimin guy".

He was really something. He seemed really nice.

Hoseok seemed nice too even if he didn't talk much but his smile was enough to show his kindness.

But that Jungkook was really mysterious.. he seemed to be the youngest between them.

"oh no.." you stopped eating.

"did Yoongi tell them about what happened to you?" tears started forming into your eyes.

"he was probably embarrassed because of me.” you thought, a tear sliding down your cheek.

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"your sister is so cute." Jimin said before taking a bite of the pizza's slice.

Yoongi glared at him drinking his soda.

“what? i didn't say anything bad. just as cute as her brother." he teased making Yoongi throw his sandal on the boy, this one avoiding it successfully.

"i feel bad." he suddenly said making the boys look at him confused.

"i've noticed the bruises on her thighs..and arms." he sighed.

"why are you even looking at my sister's thighs?" Yoongi stared at Jimin.

"sorry.. it was just.. the bruises were so dark. It seemed painful." he lowered his head down.

Yoongi sighed as he looked at how his friend felt genuinely sad.

"she said she's fine." Yoongi whispered.

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"oh no, now I'm sure..he saw the bruises." you gasped as you looked at your body, more tears escaping from your eyes.

"he probably was embarrassed to look at me." you muttered wiping your tears away.

You decided to not think about it much as you finished eating and study the notes Momo sent you before sleeping to forget everything.

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"wait a minute guys." Yoongi stood up making his friends looked at him curiously.

“I'm gonna check on her." he said making them nod.

"tell her i said good night" Jimin said softly making Yoongi roll his eyes.

"yea yea whatever.”

Yoongi knocked on your door.

"y/n? it's me. can I come in?" he asked waiting for you to answer.

He noticed that the light was off so he pushed the door a little more open and peeked inside the room.

He saw you, sleeping peacefully as he approached you.

He picked up the pizza's box and drink from the floor before kissing your cheek. “sleep well sis."

Walking out the room, he stopped midway.

"Jimin said good night." he whispered smiling.

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[khodorkovskaya]

Thank you v much for your response I really appreciate it

My ex used to do similar things tbh, except he would do it by messaging all the time, but if I didnt reply he would then start to accuse me of stuff (turns out he was doing everything he accused me of, if someone accuses you of stuff you're not doing, they're probs doing it) and would have me 2aiting all day for him to be ready so I could do anything at all because I would constantly be waiting dor him and then the day would be gone too.

But he would use super manipulative language too all the time, like I only do certain things because I love you, and if I didnt do stuff he wanted he would be super annoyed and upset or he would ignore me until he got what he wanted and then be happy. I found myself trying to please him all the time :(

This guy tho, a lil bot of context, some is probs my fault tbh, like when I like someone whether its romantically or platonic ally I get really nervous and at first when I talk to them I often reply slow because I'm nervous of making a mistake etc and putting them off so I'll wait hours because I'm thinking of the perfect reply etc... I do this with people I wanna be friends with too..... it's awful really I need to get out of the habit of it tbh... but anyway I did that with him but I've tried to speed it up a bit becasue j know it can be self destructive and I dont mean any harm by it but its prkbas partially my fault tbh

hey, it's natural to be nervous when talking to someone you like, everyone's like that, it's okay! but just don't obsess, you know? if he doesn't reply to your messages, well so be it. bc if you expect too much, you'll be even more disappointed.

and the most important thing here is, it's better to be alone that to be chasing after someone who doesn't care. i have to remind myself of that all the time... like yeah, sometimes it gets super lonely and you really really really wish you had that special connection with someone. but the feeling of loneliness is nothing compared to the feeling of frustration and feeling like you're not good enough for someone and the constant waiting for the other person to show any sort of affection. like i remember the things id put myself thru for my ex and it makes me shudder. id much rather be 10x more lonely than go thru that again.

and don't get me wrong, i don't want to victim blame, but it's very important to take responsibility for yourself too. if you know that you're susceptible to letting men walk all over you, watch out for the kind of behaviour that attracts manipulators who want to take advantage of that and change it. stand up to them and form relationships on your own terms and if it makes some men flee, it means that you're weeding out the bad ones. i know for sure that in my next relationship im not gonna be cancelling plans just for the possibility of him texting me, im not gonna be all pathetic if he wants to ignore me over a misunderstanding, im not gonna let him get away with things that cross my boundaries from day one, etc. it's gonna be hard bc you need to be very confident, know yourself well to know and assert your boundaries, but it's gonna be so worth it!

so about the guy you've been texting, please don't take things so close to heart! if he replies, great, if he doesn't, well so be it, no big deal. and i know it's hard bc im the first one start making wedding moodboards on pinterest the second i have a crush on someone lol, but girlie please don't worry about it so much! <3

[thehoundwrites]

Daydreams

Werewolf!Sevika x Reader Part 3

Part 1: New beginnings || Part 2: Nightmares

CW: Drinking, monsters, vampires, lesbians, paranoia, ptsd, fuck boy sevika in this one y'all, vampire Vi??, vampire Cait???, Drinking, stalking, biting, timeskip ish

Words: 1600

Life almost seemed like a blur. Your injuries had faded, and Ran fortunately enough ended up convincing their leader to let you go back to normal life under the ruse of a car crash.

It had worked so far.

You ended up back at your job, at the restaurant that sat in your city for years. Perhaps it was what even have this place a honey feel to you. Kind of like the city's roots. It's a bit ritzy, you had to have your little suit/or dress on. Expensive, classy. One of the city's founders had started this place, so it really is one of the highlights of the dull town.

The days had begun to seem dismal, and duller than usual. It was an almost haze that threatened to gloss over your whole perspective. You always felt a rush of adrenaline as a car passed by you, or the way your heartbeat palpated everytime a stranger accidentally grazed you.

However the shadows of the night were the worst, although usually Ran was there to help you. Ran was always there, grey eyes always looking over your shoulder ready to rip apart any of the threats that dared face you. They walked by your side every time you walked home. Their hand never left you, as their silence spoke volumes. You knew they blamed themself for this, that was just like them. They couldn't look you in the eyes, and they were much quieter than usual.

Ran was running late. But you trusted them. You began to walk home, it wasn't far, but your anxiety spiked. The deafness of the city made your ears ring, the darkness of the street made your heart beat. It was your first time alone at night. You knew Ran would be here any moment. And you'd never let some douchebag ruin anything for long. You pushed through, on the other side of this gut wrenching walk were some Oreos and a warm bed. Bliss.

The way your shoes dragged on the cement left scratched echoing in the air, until a small ting sounded In front of you. You'd suspected it was simply Ran watching you from a distance. So you continued, and peered down where the noise came from.

Blue eyes stared out you, a lit ciggerete in their lips. She peered into the light and smiled, her bright eyes and fire hair was an all too familiar face in your head.

"Jeez Vi don't scare me like that"

"Heh c'mon now, even if I was a bad guy you'd take me down no prob"

You rolled your eyes and snorted. She always jokingly flirted with you it's just how she was, but ever since she had that police girlfriend it made you wary with goofing around with your friend.

"What happened?"

"oh I went out for the weekend and crashed, luckily no one got hurt too bad"

"I know that wasn't a car accident" the laughter had been cut out of you… wait you can still play this off.

"What do you mean?" you rolled your eyes. "What do you think it's from?"

"Tch, relax I'm just messing with ya" she smirked, you could've sworn you'd seen a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Guess you're gonna need a big strong woman to walk you home. It's a scary world out there isn't it princess" she teased her with her signature dorky wink. God you could see the dumbass boyish charm she had, except mostly dumbass. The two of you broke it off years ago, but still. Your heart couldn't stop fluttering for this bitch.

"I don't need you to protect me" you turned and began to walk off.

"What about from werewolves y/n?"

You paused for a moment, before laughing.

"Halloween was totally last week" you teased, how you came up with that so fast you have no idea, but didn't have time to think before hands grabbed your shoulders, your body frigid.

"Vi?"

"You smell like a dog"

She sighed into you shoulder. "Be careful with them princess, hate to see you torn apart by street dogs."

"They're my friends," you said, pulling away to face her. "They saved my life" your eyes shot to the fangs in your friend's mouth.

"And you're a vampire, wow..."

You should've seen those earlier.

"I won't hurt you.. I'm not an animal."

"Vipire"

"What?"

"Obviously you won't hurt me dumbass I'll tell your sister." You chuckled at her.

Vi visibly cringed "eugh"

"C'mon you think you scare me" you laughed. "I've seen you when you had that AWFUL mullet" you laughed.

Your body is untensed. For a minute falling on your friend's shoulder. "So could you carry my home?"

"Seriously?"

"Well yea, I'm surrounded by furries all day I'm used to this shit by now" you smiled "I'm tiiired"

"Fine"

It only took a couple of seconds, and if you thought the blur was bad before. She stood you to your feet outside your front door, before grimacing.

"Y'know when dogs roll around in mud"

"Vi you sound racist"

"Go the fuck to bed" she curled her lips but couldn't help but to chuckle.

"Good night" you smiled before stepping inside.

You sighed and walked to you living room. A large familiar frame was sitting on your sofa, thick arms draped over the back and a small pony tail bobbing as she pulled the flask away from her mouth.

"Sevika?"

"Careful with Vi. She's part of the flock that tried killing you"

"Funny.. she warned me about you too."

"I saved your life" she stood up quick, her eyes darting to you, for a gray they were blistering hot. You could see a fire blazing underneath their dull color.

"I know." You crossed your arms and looked down, almost like instinct.

"Come for a walk with me"

It didn't seem like a question.

"Can I change?" all Sevika did was shrug.

You felt rushed, mostly because her request felt like an order.

You ended up in pajamas, a short tank top and sweatpants, the comfy combo. You looked at her when you came out and immediately went to grab your sweater.

You opened the door and shuddered. "Can we just stay here? Please? It's cold"

She looked at you. "Can I smoke in here?"

"Just tonight"

She nodded and sat down.

Her gray eyes looked at you before she took a long drag of her cigarette, black lipstick staining its filter, she ashed it into a left over cup and got up to clear some space.

"Don't be scared" she looked down at you.

For a second you thought she was about to strip before you saw her hunch over and turn.

It was gruesome, but tame compared to the other night, but the craziest part was the size of the wolf, almost bigger than a human, nightshade fur and stormy gray eyes. Her face looked directly at you, her fangs pointed outwards monstrously.

You hands reached out hesitantly to pet her, you held the side of her muzzle in your hands before leaning forward and kissing her on the nose. It was wet, and weird but it felt like the right thing to do.

But once you opened your eyes she was normal, kneeling In Front of you. "I'm not a monster."

You couldn't read her face anymore, she hid her emotions from you just like she always did.

"I didn't think you were."

"You're going to hear alot about me, now that you know about us. Just know I only ever did what I had to"

You gulped quietly as your eyes glossed over and your brain flooded with terrible things she could've done, but all of a sudden the warmth you held in your hand disappeared.

"Wait!... don't go. Stay tonight…" her teeth gritted as she turned towards you, you could see gears turning before she sighed.

"Alright"

You sighed, it felt natural to have her around. It's really the only time you feel relaxed. Like having her at your heel is second nature at this point.

She grabbed the tv remote and threw something random on. "Wanna drink, doll?"

"Yea give me whatever's strongest"

You heard a light snicker from her before you foolishly leaned onto her shoulder as she reached for her flask, her arm snaked around you as she handed the silver bottle to you. "Strongest is always in the flask"

"I'll keep that in mind" you teased, chugging it"

"Hope you don't got work tomorrow"

"Not in the morning"

"Good"

You both sat in silence for a minute.

"Where have you been?"

"Around"

"That's it?"

"You'll be fine, you didn't have me before. What changed?"

"You're here now aren't you?"

Her eyes flicked down to the fingers that held her cigarette. Flicking it into the same empty cup and sighing.

She sat still for a moment and her arm that gripped you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I need to go angel"

"Wait- I thought you were staying"

"I'll be back later"

You sighed and pulled away, her arm stayed draped where it was for a second before pulling away.

"No you won't. I won't see you in weeks again"

"You didn't like me when you met me"

"I like you now"

A smirk crossed her lips, before she stood up.

"I'll walk you home from work tomorrow"

"Puppy really likes walks huh?"

"Tsk" she rolled her eyes and you stood with her, she picked up her leather coat from the couch and walked by you. Her warm hands grazing down your arm.

"Don't worry boutta thing"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean no one will bother you now."

You scrunched your nose at her, but she gripped your biceps and leaned over so that she was face level with you.

"You're a part of the pack now, mess with you... Mess with us."

Your eyes lingered on her as she left, your heart was skipping all over the place. You REALLY need a shower now.

[writeyouin]

A continuation for the TFP Starscream Undeserving Fic? Not sure if this was asked before, but I would love to see a part 2 where it's maybe angst to fluff confessions?

Starscream X Reader – Undeserving Part 2 of 3

A/N – I went somewhere so different with this. It just kept evolving all on its own, so there’s probs gonna be a part three in the future. Also, someone asked me to insert the 'read more' bars to help navigate my page, so I'm applying that here.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Your mind drifted as you sat in the Autobot base, all attention completely lost from the essay that Raf had very proudly asked you to look over. You wanted to support the kid, but how could you when your mind was elsewhere?

Your thoughts were consumed by red optics, silver wings, and a rarely seen crooked smile. Starscream… The Autobots didn’t know it, but he had saved your life. Your memory was vague and fuzzy from when you had gotten hypothermia, but Starscream had freed you; you were sure of it. There had to be some good in him.

“So? What do you think?” Raf asked you, evidently too excited to wait for you to praise him.

Although you hadn’t taken in a single word of his school project, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so you beamed and replied, “The best schoolwork I’ve ever seen.”

“Really? You mean it.”

“Really,” You promised, and it probably would have been the truth if you had read Raf’s work; he was the smartest person you had ever met, despite his youth.

“All right, all right. Out, now,” Ratchet ordered Raf, coming into the room that he had given to you for rest and recuperation.

Honestly, you were fully recovered from your illness now, but Ratchet didn’t care to hear it. He kept complaining about how frail the human body was, and how it was much easier to treat obedient patients. You knew that was just his way of showing his concern for you; your illness had really terrified him and the other Autobots.

“And you, get some rest,” Ratchet ordered you sternly.

“Alright,” You nodded to placate him, picking up a book so he could see that you weren’t going to strain yourself.

You could have argued with him if you wanted to, but for now you decided to do as he asked. He already got more than enough trouble from Miko, so the old medic deserved a much-needed break.

“Bye (Y/N),” Raf waved, grabbing his report and bolting out of the room. He tripped on the way out, and by the expression on Ratchet’s face, you thought the ancient bot was going to have an aneurism.

Settling back down, you relaxed until the night came. Raised voices from inside the main base piqued your curiosity. You already planned to see what was going on, but Miko beat you to it, racing into your room.

“(Y/N)!” She shouted at you, grabbing your arm. “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS. THE AUTOBOTS DID IT. THEY CAUGHT HIM!”

“What? Who?” You asked, trying hard to keep up with the excitable teen.

“STARSCREAM!”

“What?” You whispered, paling at the thought of Starscream’s capture. “He’s here? Now? In- In this base?”

“Oh, yeah, but don’t be scared or anything,” Miko said, mistaking your worry for fear of your previous captor. “He’s in stasis cuffs. He can’t hurt you.”

“I uh- Is he injured?”

“Not yet, but if Arcee gets her hands on him we can watch the action. Come on!”

Miko pulled you up and you found yourself running close behind her.

You were going to see Starscream. You had dreamed of this moment, thinking about what you would say if you ever saw him again; you never imagined it would be with him as a prisoner to the Autobots.

When you got there, it was just like Miko had said. Starscream was kneeling down on the floor, his servos bound by stasis cuffs. In the time that Miko had come to get you, the Autobots had also bolted the cuffs to the floor, so Starscream wouldn’t be able to flee.

Bulkhead was holding Arcee back, while Optimus reprimanded her for attacking a hostage.

“HE KILLED CLIFFJUMPER,” Arcee roared, outraged that she couldn’t avenge their fallen comrade.

“And I would do it again,” Starscream hissed to provoke her. “Or perhaps you would prefer it if I scrapped-”

Starscream stopped mid-sentence, his optics having found you. No! Why did you have to be here? He never wanted you to see him like this, captured and weak.

“Pathetic,” Miko spat. “Can’t even finish his threat.”

For once, Starscream knew that the Autobot pet was right. He was pathetic. He didn’t want you to see the side of him that made threats promising death or enslavement. He only wanted you to see him for his gentleness; it was a side he hid from everyone else, lest they think him weak.

Arcee followed Starscream’s line of sight.

“Surprised to see (Y/N) alive? That’s right, we managed to save them, no thanks to you, glitch.”

Starscream looked away in shame, something the Autobots took for an act of defiance. You could feel your heart breaking for the bot who could be good if just given the chance. You ached to defend him, but you had no idea what to say or do. You had never felt so helpless in your life.

“Bumblebee,” Optimus rumbled with authority, “Please escort our human companions away from here. We have much to learn from our prisoner.”

Miko argued when Bumblebee started herding you both out of the room. You, on the other hand, were glad for a reason to be out of there. You understood Starscream after being his captive, and you knew how badly he would hate you seeing him like that. He was full of pride, and you didn’t want to give him the impression that you thought he was anything less than what he really was.

The terrifying fact of the matter was that you, a human and enemy to the Decepticons, had fallen in love with Starscream. For the sake of everyone you knew and loved, including the Autobots, you couldn’t let anyone know that.

For three days, you were in absolute misery. Ratchet didn’t want you to leave the base in case you got ill, and that meant that you constantly had to pass the incarcerated Starscream.

You almost snapped at Ratchet that you weren’t as frail as he thought, just so you could go home. The only thing that stopped you was that you didn’t want to hurt your friend. No matter what happened, you would not unleash your frustration onto those you cared about.

Finally, on the fourth day, the Autobots had a group mission. It was just you, Ratchet and Starscream left in the base. Bulkhead fussed over you before the group left, worried that you might be afraid.

“If you need anything, just call and I’ll come in, Wrecker-style,” He promised you, shooting a warning glare at Starscream.

“I’m fine,” You said hurriedly, hoping they would leave soon so that you might get a chance to speak with Starscream.

Bulkhead nodded, transformed, and drove through the ground-bridge. Despite the departure of the other bots, you still had to wait a long time before Ratchet left the main room to run some experiments on synthetic energon.

As soon as you were sure that Ratchet wasn’t going to immediately return, you rushed over to Starscream.

“What do you want, human?” Starscream spat, building up a shield of false bravado.

“(Y/N),” You said resolutely. “My name is (Y/N).”

Starscream’s wings drooped. How like you to say almost the exact same thing you had on the day you met.

“Sorry, did I make things weird again? I don’t know the social convention for this.”

Starscream wanted to smile and cry all at the same time. How had his life come to this? He was never supposed to see you again, and here you were trying to make him smile.

“(Y/N) please, you shouldn’t be here talking to me,” He said pleadingly. “Nothing good can come of this.”

“I know but…”

Starscream leaned closer, curious about what your next words would be.

You longed to tell him the three words that most people spend their lives waiting for, but you knew that would be foolish, so instead you gulped and whispered, “You saved my life.”

“I almost ended your life,” Starscream reminded you bitterly. He then made a point of looking away from you. “Go away, human, before I change my mind about killing you.”

You weren’t ashamed to cry at the situation that you had found yourself in, and you did so as you sloped away, back to your private room.

As soon as you were gone, Starscream threw his head back against the wall, coolant leaking from his own optics. He had hurt you again, but he was relieved that he had; it was yet another reminder that he was undeserving of your affections.

It wasn’t all that unusual when a mission lasted for a week or two. With the other Autobots gone, it was only when Ratchet reminded you to eat a healthy breakfast that you thought Starscream might be hungry.

How often were Cybertronians supposed to fuel up on energon anyway? You had no answer for that. However, this was day four of Starscream’s captivity, and you knew that energon was a rare resource. Who knew when the last time he had fuelled up was?

Once again, you waited till Ratchet had left for his other workstation. Then, with a lot of effort, you dragged an energon cube across the floor. On one hand, you were sure that you were doing the right thing for Starscream, but on the other, you knew that you were practically stealing one of the Autobots most valuable resources.

Starscream morosely watched you drag the cube over to him. Why did you insist on torturing him with your care?

“Please… Please stop,” He begged.

He would never have pleaded with anyone else but you; oh, how you tormented him so.

“You need to eat, right?”

Starscream shut his optics. Eat? What adorable terms you organics used. “I’m fine,” He said resolutely.

“Starscream… Please,” You murmured. “You took care of me once before. Let me do the same for you now.”

Slowly, Starscream’s mental walls came crumbling down, and although his servos were bound, he accepted your offer. It took quite some manoeuvring to bring the energon cube to his fuel intake, but once Starscream had drank, he felt revitalised.

Colours came brighter into his optical feed. Sounds became less tinny to his audials. He simultaneously felt better and worse than he had in cycles. Sure, his systems were fully functioning again, but now he could also see the vibrant colours you wore, and hear the lilt in your voice when you worried for him.

A Decepticon could not fall in love with an organic. He would be shunned. He should never have allowed this to happen, and yet it had. Here he was, already trying to come up with a plan that would allow him to lead the Decepticons with you at his side, not as his slave but as his equal. And you? You were probably entertaining similar thoughts of him joining the Autobots so that you could be by his side. This love was impossible, and yet so endearing.

Starscream was quiet for a long while as he drank in your features. He felt that he knew you so well. Your laugh, your smile, your tears and anguish. He wanted to know the rest of you.

“I missed you,” He finally said. He thought that he would regret the words as soon as they left his mouth, but instead they emboldened him.

You managed a sad smile, “I missed you too.”

Starscream leaned closer to you, but he was pulled back by the chains attached to his stasis cuffs; the recoil brought him crashing into reality. What was he doing? Had he really planned on kissing you? How could that possibly make anything better? Primus, he really was losing it.

Still, you were free to move where you pleased within the base, so you continued where Starscream had left off. You clambered into his lap, standing on your tiptoes.

Your lips finally touched his, and you felt your troubles melt away. There were no longer Autobots and Decepticons. It didn’t matter that you were organic, and he living metal. There was no war to separate you. There was only you and him, stealing this moment now.

“WHAT IN PRIMUS’ NAME IS GOING ON?!”

You tripped backwards, falling off Starscream’s lap. Ratchet was in the entryway, staring at the two of you in horror. Starscream glared at the medic, hating the Autobot for running the happiest moment of his life.

“Ratchet,” You held your hands up defensively. “I- I can explain.”

Ratchet glared down at you.

“You should be resting,” He hissed, pointing toward your room.

“Ratchet-”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!”

Shocked by Ratchet’s fury, you ran to your room, tears streaking down your face. Why had you kissed Starscream? You should have known nothing good could come of it, and now Ratchet was probably going to hurt him.

You had to remind yourself that Ratchet would never do that, being a medic, but honestly, you weren’t sure if that was true.

Once Ratchet was sure you were gone, he grabbed Starscream by the throat.

“I don’t know what you did to (Y/N), when (s)he was your captive, but now you’ve gone too far. This sick mind game of yours ends now,” Ratchet warned him.

Starscream stared into Ratchet’s optics, finding an odd expression that he recognised in himself.

Starscream scowled at the medic, “You’re in love with (Y/N).”

Ratchet let Starscream go quickly, as if he had been burned, “HOW DARE YOU EVEN-”

“Don’t hide it from me Autobot,” Starscream warned. “I know that look in your face. That organic has wormed into your spark. So, you need to ask yourself, who is the real danger here? You, or me?”

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[bluealmondpie]

oihina is life and no one can change my mind

i am. not over oihina (;-;) it's too much time to october when the rest of s4 comes out and it will b forever before we get to see oikawa again so (;-;) imma watch the movies and then the stage plays again and maybe re read the whole manga/light novels/spinoffs. MY HEART

but anyway here's some extras to tide us thru (this is a revision from an earlier post i deleted cos i wanna b more canon compliant ♪( ´▽｀) )

hcs part 1

* long, long video calls. oikawa likes watching hinata fall asleep.

* oikawa does NOT like hinata playing with kageyama. cue jealousy. doesn't like it even if it's the karasuno gang meeting up and hinata and kageyama are in the same space >:(

* hinata will pay for it later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

* hinata knows that oikawa is weak for cute things. hinata uses this to his advantage, acting cute to get his way. ( *｀ω´) oikawa knows this but he can't resist (*´ー｀*)

* hinata sends oikawa lots of msby merch. oikawa only keeps the ones with hinata in them.

* volleyball dates. my gosh these volleyball idiots. but they have lots of fun and it's all just games that don't have consequences

* but hinata is overly concerned about oikawa overworking himself or pushing himself too hard. he worries about oikawa's knee.

* so even when they play volleyball hinata will only wanna play beach volleyball cos it's softer.

* and also bc it's just the two of them (〃ω〃) like it's meant to be. just the two of them in their little volleyball world this is such a soft picture in my head ahhhhhh

* pedro is sick of seeing them make out in the house.

* oikawa likes marking hinata. hickeys everywhere in obvious places.

* and also in semi-obvious places. when hinata jumps and his shirt flies up, are those hickeys on his hip?

* when hinata sits down and the hem of his shorts ride up, are those hickeys on his thigh?

* oikawa lets hinata lead sometimes. he likes the switch.

* vers top oikawa. VERS TOP OIKAWA

* when they are together oikawa will block kageyama's number on hinata's phone.

* tbh everyone in brazil alr knew they were gonna get married from the moment they saw the two interact it was a matter of time

* i mean oikawa was hinata's plus one to heitor's wedding i think this is universally accepted in fandom

* but to me i don't think they were tgt yet during the wedding

* oh but but but if you were there you'd see how oikawa was so so jealous at how hinata just attracts people

* people revolve around hinata like he is the sun which he is kuroo voice yanno, gravitational pull and all that

* he would shoot death stares at anyone who was getting too close ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

* hinata knows.

* hinata knows and is pushing oikawa's buttons. bc he thinks it's cute when oikawa is jealous (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

* hinata will act all innocent but damn. damn that chibi-chan, oikawa thinks. does he know his acting is obvious? is it meant to be obvious? is this a green light? does he know what his stupid winking and eye smiles do to me? when he tilts his head asking if i want more drinks, does he know what effect it has on my heart? when he licks his lips, can he see me staring omg i hope he doesn't know i'm staring this is so uncool what do i do he is so fucking hot gah look he's taking off his tie that is unfair what do u mean it's getting hot in here oi hinata DONT LEAN INTO ME OMG U R TOO CLOSE IS ALL OF THIS ON PURPOSE just tell me to bring u home and fuck u alr

* well fuck all that thinking that hahahahahah oikawa will prob throw caution to the wind when he's sufficiently drunk/tipsy

* and cue the sex

* after that hinata is all like ehehehehehe (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ got u where i wanted u oikawa just sighs yes. yes u did you cute little monster

* and it's a "well i guess we r dating now" situation

* and then the morning after, hinata is up early (oikawa is a late riser whenever he can afford it) and making breakfast and oikawa wakes up to the smell of cooking uwahhhhh i love this picture

* that first selfie is their phone wallpaper you cannot change my mind

* but when you unlock the phone it'll be (oikawa's) a sweet picture of them kissing and (hinata) a selfie of them after a volleyball game, with oikawa all tired in the background but so soft and smiley

* they have racy photos of each other too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but let's not go too deep into their personal lives

* no one in karasuno believes it. not until oikawa dropped by their gatherings to pass hinata his clothes (left behind after a night of ~fun~) and kissed him on the cheek. Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) even so, kageyama is in shock. oikawa smirks. he's mine

* the third years are immediately possessive and warn oikawa to not hurt their baby crow ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／daichi especially

* yachi, kiyoko, yamaguchi, kinoshita and narita are sitting in stunned silence.

* tsukki doesn't care.

* ennoshita is taken aback (he doesn't rlly have an opinion of oikawa to begin with) but snaps back to reality to hold tanaka and nishinoya from jumping on oikawa in rage for stealing the sun away from them

* ukai and takeda sigh and give relationship advice (is it from their own experience huehuehue ( *｀ω´) )

* kageyama still doesn't believe it till this day

* bokuto and oikawa get along. akaashi and iwaizumi regret letting them meet. (smol akaashi/iwaizumi interaction here) sakusa avoids them when they are together. the chaotic energy of bokuhinaoi is too much for him. if we add atsumu... who knows where things will go. they are volatile substances.

* and even outside of training iwaizumi dotes on hinata omg. like a true mother in law. will buy him food. will ruffle his hair. will nag at hinata to not eat so fast and chew properly and have some manners but also aggressive care tactics. will send oikawa pics of hinata being cute while they were in separate countries training for olympics and oikawa is so pissed and jealous he literally can't wait to go and kick everyone's butts. i cant deal with how cute this picture is (now i wanna write seijoh!hinata aghhh)

* they do sit down to watch replays of each other's games and analyse their own plays. it's serious talk. volleyball idiots

* they rewatch their olympic match tgt, since they were both there

* oikawa will complain the whole way about being better than kageyama and how he can do better than kageyama (a wild ushijima appears! "u should have stayed in japan") but really oikawa's just saying all of that cos he's jealous and doesn't like it when other people set to hinata.

*******

ah. my life is consumed by oihina. there is no end. i want write atsuhina angst with oihina endgame

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NINJAMUFFIN DOING ANOTHER AMA ON TWITTER, HERE'S MORE SHIT FOR YA! keep in mind i'm just sharing the funkin related stuff, though i am including WAAAAY more than what i shared before 👍 go check out ninja's twitter profile for questions about stuff like ritz! questions in blue, answers in orange. if yall don't wanna read everything i MIGHT make a version of this post where i replace the answers with my own summaries of em (and if the questions are long, those too)

and here's a link to the ama tweet itself! dunno if it's still goin

Q: I figure the answer will be yes but do you have more plans to implement more guest appearances from people in the newgrounds community into FNF? Or are you all gunna focus on OG lore and stuff going forward

A: for guest appearances, I think we have always seen it as getting a healthy mix of both. PERSONALLY I'd like to lean towards having more OG stuff than guest stuff, BUT it's all a matter of what other boys think of that as well. I'm not the sole person working on game!

Q: Are you gonna release the full FNF game or are you gonna be releasing week after week? Like, are you gonna release week 8 or are we gonna wait some years until The Full Ass Game comes out?

A: Release plan for FNF right now is a few more updates or whatev to the 'demo' we have out right now, and then a long silence of probably no updates whatsoever until the full game is done (which will likely be a few years). That's partly why we made kickstarter for game.

Q: Hey so like, how much will Fnf cost after it's finished? And when will you ask the supporters what they want the game on?

A: It's all subject to change, but right now it prob gonna be standard 15-25$ lil steam indie game.

We will ask Kickstarter pledgers and whatnot what they want the game on SUPER close to when its released, to keep options open if we get onto anything like a console people want.

Q: 1. how was your day

2. are you releasing a week 8 song early like week 7, or are you goin full lockdown

A: I am doing GOOD today, and I think recently I've been good in general.

up to the mood, but so far we doing good about not having anything leak or whatev, so I think it'd be fun to have update come out with people not knowing what to expect at all. Build dat intrigue

Q: Will fnf ever get official plushies?? Seems like an untapped market

A: FNF plushies will prob happen some point, we have a lot of current merch stuff on our plates already though! (Mostly kickstarter type stuff, shirts, pins, posters, and all the physical OST stuff) Its a lot to sort out, but in time more and more stuff will happen. We r jus 4 boys!

Q: did you ever expect your game to blow up as it did? what was your first reaction to seeing it become super popular

A: FNF never had a humble moment, literally day 1 before the prototype even came out, the vid on twitter had like 5K likes overnight. Then when ludum dare version came out, it got 5K likes again, like it wasnt just a fluke. Was crazy, and def felt like somethin was different wit FNF

Q: Do you plan on getting other people to come in to help with the music? That seems like a lot of work to dump on one person, what with the erect mode and whatnot.

I guess the question could apply to all aspects of development. Will you be bringing on more people to help?

A: We definitely are getting help from other people. We are always keeping an eye on people for various different things. In terms of programming, already I've gotten 2 people (MtH and Geokureli) to help with certain Week 7 stuff (charting/polish, and loading stuff). Shit like dat

Q: Oh, also, will the Steam version be Workshop compatible? That'd really help streamline the process of downloading mods.

A: Steam version of FNF will likely NOT be Steam workshop compatible, because we want all the mods to NOT be spread out through different places. There WILL be modding support that is as streamlined as Steam workshop though. Mainly for non-steam versions of the game!

Q: Are there any chances that the game will have a physical release? Also any updates on a switch port? I remember one of you guys talking/joking about it.

A: Not impossible for FNF to get a physical release. We would want to see how far we could go with it though. I think it'd be super easy to do something wit people like LimitedRun games or whatev, but I think stuff like that can only go so far. I wanna see Funkin in mf Walmart!!!!!!

not that LimitedRun isn't going to be an option! Just we consider and pursue many different things! FNF release is years away, so we have time to think about everything. Whole mindset can be different just a few months from now.

Q: Out of curiosity, how are you dealing with all the popularity? It blew up so fast id barely be able to handle it if I was in your shoes.

A: The only way I've been able to handle it is having the other boys on the crew and being able to talk to them about all the overwhelmingness.

Part of it feels very lonesome, feels like NO ONE can come close to comprehending exactly how I'm feeling, except them. also other PALS!!!

Q: Do you own any of the bootleg FNF merchandise? Like any bootleg plushies or anything?

A: i dont, i genuinely think they r a waste of money, and I know any bootleg shit that gets made, we can prob go about and make it, and make it 100x cooler because we actually put effort into shit. bootleg shit just in it for the coin, so they aint gettin that from me

Q: How did you go about getting in contact with sr pelo for skid and pumps vocals?

A: Pelo i think was familiar and pals wit PhantomArcade a bit thru various Newgrounds things and collabs and whatnot.

pelo retweeted the first OG FNF posts first ever, and brought a LOT of attention to it. to pay him back, we put skid and pump in game! ask dave for more info prob

Q: what's the plan for having the full ass game open source if it's gonna cost money? couldn't people just download the source and compile the game for free?

A: when FNF is fully released, the full source code will be released as well.

the game will be DRM free so it will be way easier for people to redistribute the released/offical .exe instead of compiling it, so that's not the issue anyways. people will pay for things if they like it

Q: What are the chances of it getting on consoles like switch or Playstation, ps5 would definitely be my preferred way to play

A: it'd be a matter of hiring someone to build out backend stuff for those specific consoles. someone who knows their way around all the wacky code stuff, AND knows console hardware stuff. Then its just a matter of hittin up those console manufacturers (Sony, Microsoft, or Nintendo)

the CLOSEST one is SWITCH. pretty much all of that backend is already made, so it just a matter of gettin all that access and shit.

i think in any case though, there's a lot of NDA stuff required, i dunno how much we'd be able to talk about it even IF we get that stuf sorted

Q: any ideas of releasing it on epic store or another platform?

A: Right now, the only thing that is 100% confirmed and WILL happen is a Steam version, itchio version, and mobile versions on respective app stores. Other storefronts aren't out of the picture though, but we don't want to spread ourselves too thin with it.

Q: Will you continue using HaxeFlixel to make the rest of FNF?

A: yes, because it is what I'm the most technically proficient in, and generally is VERY flexible. just a matter of ME becoming a better coder. It's ALL open source, so if I need something done a certain way, either I can do it, or we can hire someone to do it.

Q: have you seen game theory's videos on your game yet and if so, what do you think about them? (not talking about his predictions because i dont want spoilers. i like mystery)

A: it is always good silly fun to watch the Game Theory vids about Funkin with some pals, and see what matpat thinks of the game. i lov the vids, but wish he used my face less! Or at least used a cuter pic of me like this one!!

Q: Ok so: What does the future of FNF look like to you?

A: future of FNF is a rhythm game that not only exceeds every expectation that people have of it, but subverts most expectations and conventions as well.

Q: Do you plan on retouching on older weeks once the game is fully out? Like reanimating sprites, redoing some charting, updating the background, etc

A: retouching and probably overhauling certain aspects is almost definitely gonna happen. Everything is fluid and can be changed (and should be changed when necessary). i dont think anything should be too attached to, especially this early on in development

Q: I honestly do not care if the answer to this is vague as hell to keep surprises and shit lol but… Since Week 7 was the closest we’ll get to a playable girlfriend (still bf controlling tho), do you have plans to make girlfriend playable in spin-off things or just freeplay?

A: wouldnt be out of the picture for a playable GF, i don't think we've had some hard thing AGAINST it. just a matter of what we want out of the game, and what sort of story or whatev we could do with that concept

Q: How do BF and GF manage to meet famous newgrounds characters (such as pico, tankman and the others to come) like is this all in one universe/ timeline or are they being brought in?

A: i think they are all just there existing. i think there's a lot of wacky things in other media that try to justify crossovers, like MULTIVERSE bullshit or TIMELINE shit, but i dunno, its like subspace emissary. Captain Falcon and Olimar from Pikmin just hang out. Shit like dat

disclaimer that all lore shit is in phantomarcade head pretty much and maybe there is wacky dimensions or somethin

Q: Will the game have dlc?

A: its not too unlikely that we'd have expansions of some sort, but i mean right now we plan on packing in as much as we can into base game, and trying to make that as pure as possible.

if there is ANY dlc, i would personally want it to be 100% free updates

Q: How did you meet Phantom Arcade, Kawai Sprite, and EvilSker? And what do you think about the community and its controversies?

A: me and phantomarcade been fukin around NG for years so years and years ago we naturally crossed paths and became pals

about 2 years ago i found kawaisprites music on NG, and started talkin wit him, made Ritz wit him and we fell in lov

and evilsk8r i met cuz of FNF!!!

quik elaborate on evilsk8r, wanted artist for gamejam FNF was for (ludum dare), and OG person i asked wasnt available, so he referred me to evilsk8r, who I have never met or talked to before ever.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could give some advice? How do you take notes for shows? Like do you watch the show while taking notes or do you watch the show then watch it again to take notes? I'm asking for fan fiction, thank you!

Hey dovey, I'm sorry if this answer sucks bc I'm writing on my phone and I worked for 8 hours today, along with an hour and a half commute. I'm probs not all here, but I didn't want to wait till my day off to answer you!

The answe is, it depends? So, to start off, I try to sort of tunnel down, working from General notes down to Itty Bitty details, while I'm note taking. I straight up use an outline format like i would for a school lecture. I'm gonna specifically talk about the process of making/planning changes to canon, but this applies to just making an outline of the episode itself too.

Starting off, I think of the episode in general and its main plot points. For example, uhhh, the last episode of s2 (since that's real fresh in my addled mind), the big plot points I remember are erica and boyd getting taken, Stiles being kidnapped, gerard getting bitten, and Jackson dying/being cured. And i try to think of what I want to change. In this case, I changed Jackson's cure most obviously. Then, if I've seen the episode recently and still remember the general details/atmosphere of the episode, I just jump right in with the notes. If I haven't, i do a watch through first and try to get a feel for the episode so my notes and plans can match it in tone and Then I begin to comb through the episode, scene by scene.

It takes Forever, and I'll be honest, you won't really get to enjoy the episode bc you'll be stopping every few frames and going back ten seconds like five times to get the exact wording of a scene so you can fuck with it in your notes.

I prefer to just do One in-depth run of the episode, so I try to get in all the moments I need to change/make note of. Sometimes it takes me like 3 hours for a single episode. I write down every change I can think of that I want. Switching this word for that, moving this character there, and of course, I try to think of what needs to be changed in order to fit the Big change I want with the main plotline, or how each change I've made previously would effect things going forward.

When I've walked through the whole thing and I'm absolutely Sick of it, then i go back to the beginning, keeping the notes visible for myself, and rewatch it smoothly, trying to envision the changes I want and making sure I didn't miss something or that two changes don't cancel each other out or something.

I would highly suggest that if you Are making changes, that you add in a Reason for the change/some kind of explanation. For example:

-Jackson is cured when Derek claims him as pack : Makes more sense than true love, allows the pack theme of the season to have some kind of resolution. : derek yells for Jackson As pack, stiles is involved somehow

Yadda yadda, you get what I mean. Adding that little bit if extra detail makes things SO much easier later on. I can't tell you how many "changes" i had to just delete from my notes pages bc i had NO idea how past me intended to make it happen, or even Why she wanted it to happen, or where she even got that headcanon.

Anyway, I might come back and rewrite this answer a little more coherently on my day off, but until then, this is what I got for you. If you have any more specific questions, please feel free to message me! My dm's are open!

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The Baby Project || M.YG || 10

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : What happens when you and Yoongi are supposed to take care of a baby for a month?

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It's been a few days since Jaehyuk has arrived and he hasn't really been anything like what your teacher told you, tough he was a little disrespectful at times. (Yoongi explained to you that that's normal for adoptable kids because they don't get as much attention as kids who grow up with their parents.)

The only thing you found a problem was that he had little to no clothing, which was why you, Yoongi, Areum and Taehyung would go on a shopping spree with both kids today, because apparently their kid had only a little amount of clothing too. You also asked Seokjin and Mina if they wanted to come too, but they weren't up fro it as they 'didn't have the money' for it, which was weird because you still got around 400,- a month, which easily covered most of their stuff they need, meaning you had money over to buy them stuff.

" Morning, what are you cooking?" Yoongi asked as you were making waffles, wrapping an arm around your waist loosely and leaning a little into you.

Ever since he opened up to you, he became more touchy. You didn't mind it, quite the opposite actually, you loved it. 

" Waffles, apparently Jaehyuk has never eaten those before so I tough I'd make all of us some while I'm at it." You said as you took them out of the waffle machine.

" They smell nice." He nodded before going to set the table.

" Thanks." You smiled as you started on new ones.

" What's that smell?" You heard the padding of little feet.

" I'm making waffles." You said as Jaehyuk now stood beside you, trying to see how you make them.

" Oh, really?! What do they look like? I've never seen them outside of a picture!" He jumped in excitement.

Yoongi, wo was listening to the conversation, moved to pick Jaehyuk up, holding him the way you taught him to.

You smiled at the sight.

" Ooh, they look nice. Can I have one?" Jaehyuk asked.

" Of course. Go sit down and Yoongi will bring you one." You told him as Yoongi set him down.

" Aren't you going to eat?" Jaehyuk asked Yoongi had brought him his food, noticing that you and Yoongi weren't sitting down yet.

" No, Y/N is going to finish making the last few and I'll wait till' she's done." Yoongi said as he ruffled your hair while mentioning you.

" Yah! Don't do that!" You huffed as you smacked Yoongi's hand away, hearing Jaehyuk giggle at the scene in front of him.

" I'll wait for you too if hyung is also waiting! Family eats together right?" Jaehyuk asked as he hopped off his stool.

Yoongi and you blinked at each other before smiling.

" Yes we do."

-

" Are we gonna do anything today?" Jaehyuk asked as you were all almost done with breakfast.

You nodded while Yoongi shook his head.

" Yes, we're going on a shopping trip with a few friends of ours." You said, pointedly starting at Yoongi.

" We are?" Yoongi asked confused.

" Did you forget?" You facepalmed.

" No, of course not." He lied as he moved to pick up everyone's plates.

You facepalmed.

Of course he'd forget.

-

" Oh my, you're so cutee!" Areum gushed as she looked at Jaehyuk.

" Awee, she's too!" You gushed over Hyeon, her child.

" So where off first?" Yoongi asked, just wanting to get out of the mall.

" How about the Gucci store? " Taehyung suggests, a bright smile on his face.

" Tae, that's a nice idea, but I'd like to remind you that we are broke college students." Areum stated.

" Oh right." Taehyung's smile fell.

" How about we go to the Primark?" You suggested. 

You all ended up agreeing to that idea.

The rest of the afternoon went smooth, Hyeon and Jaehyuk ended up becoming good friends, playing around in the stores between picking out clothes. When it was time to eat, you all had different ideas.

" But the noodle bar around the corner?" You pouted as everyone said no.

" If you want ramyeon that badly, I can make you some later tonight or tomorrow, we don't need to go to the noodle bar for that." Yoongi huffed, obviously not in the mood for that.

The little argument went on for a little longer, until you felt Jaehyuk tug at your cardigan.

" Can we go to the MacDonald's noona?" He asked, big eyes twinkling.

" Yes! Can we go to MacDonald's? I've only went there once before but it was so tasty there! Can we go there please?" Hyeon asked, tugging at Taehyung's jacket.

You, Areum, Taehyung and Yoongi switched looks.

" Have you ever been there before?" Yoongi asked Jaehyuk as he picked him up.

Jaehyuk shook his head.

" No, but I've heard from miss Kim that it's very nice there. She said we never went there because we're bad kids. But we've been good today right?" He asked, a glint of hope in his eyes.

You nodded.

" Of course you've been good. Both of you. What do you think Areum noona, shall we eat at Mackey D's today?" You smiled at her as she put a finger on her chin as if she was thinking.

" Hmmm, I think that they've been good today. Let's go." She smiled.

Jaehyuk and Hyeon cheered, and Yoongi let Jaehyuk down so he could run hand in hand with Hyeon, sprinting off towards the Mackey D's sign.

" Don't run too far out of our sight Hyuk! You too Hyeon!" You called after the two kids.

" Yes mu- noona!" Hyuk replied, slowing their pass.

" Don't worry mum, they won't dissapear out of our sight that easily. Besides, I told you that'd we'd be good parents right?" Yoongi winked at you, grabbing your hand.

-

" He almost called you mum." Yoongi said later in the night once Jaehyuk was fast asleep on your lap. 

The little boy wanted to watch Night at The Museum, but fell asleep halfway trough.

" I know, is that a good thing?" You asked, momentarily stopping your hand's movements in Hyuk's hair.

" Yes, and no. It's good because it means that you give him the love he deserves, but it also means that he's getting attached to you, which can be a little difficult in our situation." Yoongi said, softly smiling at Hyuk.

" Don't worry, we'll figure that out later...... By the way, Hyuk said something about being told that he was a bad kid, don't you think that something weird is going on there?" You asked.

Yoongi frowned.

" What makes you think that?" He asked you.

" I don't know, aren't the kids supposed to be at least a little loved there?" You asked.

Yoongi shook his head and shrugged.

" It happens more than you think in adoption houses. The one I'm from was build like that too." Yoongi said, a sad expression in his eyes as he glanced at Hyuk again, who was subconsciously looking for the comfort of your hand.

You nodded, absent mindedly playing with Hyuk's hair again.

" Hey, don't worry. At least we manage to give him the feeling for two months like he's got an actual family." Yoongi told you.

[ A/N: Because of the corona holiday I'm trying to upload this weekly, no promises tho. Also ( a shameless self promotion) I've put another story online! It's about Jin and a whole load of drama lol, considering you all prob have nothing to do, go check it out.]

[shadowfae]

I have like these bursts of memories that flow on me sometimes that are labeled hallucinations but idk. I have memories in my dreams and in my wake of me being an Aztec god. I remember my periodical tatoos and being tortured In a Hut in the desert then all flames. But im worried these are just hallucinations and not actually an kintype. But I feel like this aztec god is connected to me/is me. But my mom always puts me down saying it's not real and that I'm just a phsyco with a god complex

Okay, let’s tackle this point by point. I did reference the DSM-V, but that fucker’s hard to navigate so I also just googled shit. Praise wikipedia.

Also, disclaimer, I don’t hallucinate and as far as I know, never have. Forgive me if I get some info wrong on those experiences, I don’t hang out in the social circles that would allow me to know more about that. (I should. I still don’t know what to do about it when one of my friends is decidedly having delusions and if I’m supposed to gently argue them down or just go “Yup. That is a Thing.”)

But anyway.

1) A god complex, by Wikipedia, is “an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal ability, privilege, or infallibility. A person with a god complex may refuse to admit the possibility of their error or failure, even in the face of irrefutable evidence, intractable problems or difficult or impossible tasks. The person is also highly dogmatic in their views, meaning the person speaks of their personal opinions as though they were unquestionably correct. Someone with a god complex may exhibit no regard for the conventions and demands of society, and may request special consideration or privileges.”

So basically, if you’re not acting like a Royal Dick and refuse to admit you’re wrong ever and are the most arrogant asshole on the planet, you don’t have a god complex. And from your ask, you’re worried that you’re crazy and you’re unsure what’s going on. And that’s a pretty good sign of not having a god complex. 

Also, a psycho is just a derisive term for someone who isn’t neurotypical. It implies someone who experiences psychosis but in the stereotypical violent-and-neurotic way. It can also be short for psychopath, which is more along those lines, but why use a better term when we can put down those of us with psychosis for being Weird And Wrong, right? /sarcasm.

Your mother is just being rude, so disregard what she’s saying. She doesn’t get it, she doesn’t want to learn, it’s not worth your time, pretty much end of story.

2) Usually when people make these questions, they ask if they’re delusional, not hallucinating. To cover that base, here’s what I found on a decently accessible medical journal about the two. “A hallucination involves the senses and feels real but is not. A delusion is a false belief that persists in spite of evidence.” Hallucination is a unintentionally falsified experience, delusion’s a unintentionally falsified belief.

So the first thing we need to tackle is: can we prove or disprove this? Can you concrete say that it Did or Did Not happen? Probably not. Thus, it’s not a delusion. By extension, it isn’t a hallucination either. You can’t quite hallucinate memories. Now if you’re hallucinating doing the things in these memories but in real time right now, okay, that’s a hallucination. But memories of the past? Not really.

Memories of past lives are gonna be the same kind of thing as memories from this life. A kintype can feel a whole lot like having been five, as someone else ages ago put it. You’re gonna look at something and remember it by association to a memory of being five, you’re gonna miss being five, maybe you want to go back and just be five forever. If your memories of being this Aztec god is like that, then yup, that’s a Thing all right.

3) Whether this is a hallucination or a Kin Thing can be put to a really easy test. Does it stay, even when it’s not at the forefront? Hallucinations come and go, and as far as I know, they don’t stick around 24/7. A Kin Thing would stick around 24/7 - even if it’s not as strong right now, it’s still there. Even if you’re not shoveling garlic bread into your mouth right now, you still like it if it’s one of your favourite foods. Kin things can flux in intensity, but they’re always there. They don’t just Up and Leave.

4) Dreams, as fun as they are, really don’t mean all that much. Dreams are, as far as human knowledge goes, brains processing experiences and churning out garbage while they’re at it. Sure, the type of garbage in there can get you some insight on things, but whether it’s a chip bag or a water bottle won’t really help you. It’s still plastic, and dreams are still weird brain garbage.

If you’re constantly getting chased by something in your dreams, sure, that might be worth noting. But small details will mean very little. Dreams can help you in a direction, but like a pendulum, do not base your questioning on them. They’re little signs, not big ones, and a pile of little signs gets you nowhere. 

5) You don’t sound sure if this god is you or is just connected to you. Go take a look at that. Go study the pagan worshippers and how that god talks to them, if they have active worship. They may be talking to you, go see if it’s that. If the signs the pagan worshippers of that god get are the same as yours, then there’s your answer. If your experience is wildly different, then chances are that god isn’t talking to you, and this might not be spirit work, which means it’s a lot more probable to be a Kin Thing. Check that out, see if it’s a connected to you thing or a kin thing.

6) Yeah, that torture memory thingy? We call that exotrauma. Exo-, a prefix that means ‘from outside’; and trauma, well, you know what that is. It’s trauma that didn’t happen in the body you have, but is still fucking there. 

Don’t start poking those memories with a stick. It is a bad idea and it will suck. Those are things you want to handle when you’re in a good spot. You don’t unpack the trauma while you’re still processing everything else. You wait until you’re done questioning, when you have all the context you need, and you’re willing to take at least a week to do not much but cry and eat Depression Meals. 

Be patient with yourself, when you’re ready to deal with them. (You are never going to be properly ready. Trauma sucks. It’s okay that you’re not.) Be patient, get the resources you need, fuckin’ talk to someone who is willing to help oh my gods do not forget that step, and go through it slowly. You don’t rush working through trauma, and exotrauma is no different. As as someone who also has exotrauma of being tortured, trust me, deal with this last and with the most security and foundation possible.

I’m not kidding. This part will suck, deal with it last.

7) I posted a questioning guide. Probs how you got here. Go through, do the introspection, figure out what this is. Get a second opinion if you trust the person - for the record I can be that person if you want me to idk. You got this, aight? Don’t worry about being called weird names. 

8) Watch Betsy Lee’s No Evil series on Youtube. It takes a lot of Aztec, Native, and Inca (I think?) inspiration and involves furries. Good comfort series, you’ll probably like it.

Good luck, kid. Hope you find what you’re looking for here. 

Luteia 💚