#i do want to hold him in my mouth like a baby alligator :-)

[slutdge]

You can never be normal about these men you always gotta say shit like I wanna hold him in my mouth like hes a baby alligator

oh that is ABSOLUTELY entering my vocabulary, thanks anon, good one

[smittywing]

FicBit 10: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER. However, there is only one more part and it's already mostly done. Whew.

Red Robin was in Red Hood’s territory, and he was brandishing a greasy paper bag of Big Belly Burger.

“What are you doing on my turf?” Jason demanded, trying to ignore that he could *smell* the onions from two feet away.

“It’s been pointed out to me,” Tim said wryly, “that I may have been a shit to you.”

Jason shrugged because he fucking hated that Tim’s questions had gotten to him and he wasn’t ready to admit it.

“I hear burgers are the going rate for an apology,” Tim added, shaking the bag a little.

“And fries?” Jason asked, relenting. 

“And fries,” Tim confirmed. 

Jason swept the bag out of his hand and dug out the top burger. Loaded with onions. Perfection.  “So let’s hear it,” he mumbled around the first bite.

Tim lifted the lenses on his domino and rolled his eyes. Jason coughed out a laugh around his double beef patties.

“I’m sorry I got all up in your business,” Tim said. “I wanted - I wanted too many things and I tried to make them all work.”

Jason lifted his own lenses to share his side eye. “What the fuck does that mean?” he asked.

Tim scratched the back of his head. “You had me pretty fucked up, with that kiss,” he admitted.”I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I guess I wanted to be part of what you were going through, like…Bernard was for me.”

“No names in the field,” Jason scolded, shoving some fries into his mouth. “And Cannon Fodder is your actual boyfriend. Were you going to be my actual boyfriend?”

“No,” Tim said immediately and blushed. “I just.”

“Help!”

Jason snapped his attention away from Tim. “Hello?” he called. “Do you need help?”

A child, a little boy, maybe seven or eight, ran out of the alley, his hands fisted in his sweatshirt. “It’s my mom,” he said. “She needs help.”

Jason flipped the lenses on his domino back down and tossed the bag to Tim. “Show me where she is,” he directed.

“This way,”the kid said and ran back down the alley. Jason followed, his long strides eating up the distance between himself and the kid, and then he saw a woman huddled over some cardboard boxes. She was protecting her stomach and Jason’s heart pounded as he assumed the worst. 

“Let me see,” he said, kneeling next to her. “Help is here.”

He heard, rather than saw the taser as she fired, and he barely had time to say, “Fuck,” before everything went black.

*

Jason gained consciousness slowly and regretfully.  For starters, he was upside down and his nose was running.  (It seemed like a problem that would solve itself, but no.)  Moving on, he was lashed to Tim, who was also unconscious.  His head was tucked under Jason’s chin, his mouth breathing short puffs of air against Jason’s neck.  At least he was breathing.  Their hands were tied, Jason’s behind his back and Tim’s in front of him, which basically put them right in Jason’s groin.  For fuck’s sake.  As if Jason didn’t have enough problems with wanting Tim, some absolute psycho went and  put Tim’s hands in Jason’s lap and was probably laughing while Jason tried to be cool about it.  Finally, Jason craned his head down to see what they were dangling over.  Acid?  Alligators?  Something that started with the letter B?

Nope.  Concrete.  Great.  He groaned and Tim stirred against him.

“Wake up, Baby Bird,” he said because the jig was up and he might as well have company in immortal humiliation.  “They got us.”

“Temporary situation,” Tim said crisply, even though his voice was muffled by Jason’s skin and his own shirt.  

“Let’s not fall on our heads,” Jason suggested when he realized Tim was picking the ties on his own hands.  Actually, falling on his head sounded pretty good right now, with Tim’s hands shifting and twitching *so fucking close* and his cock aching for those hands to hold it.  Only Jason could get a stiffy while dangling over certain death.

“Just stay really still for a sec,” Tim said, and then he twisted around and wrapped his arms around Jason’s back. Jason tried not to die inside. Tim tucked his head into the small of Jason’s back - it was really weird to get turned on by this, right? - and rotated his body so he was facing upright, his knees hooked around Jason’s shoulders. “You need my pick before I jump?” he asked.

“I have a knife,” Jason replied, choked.

Tim pushed off and somersaulted to the floor. His landing was light, not as soundless as Dick’s, but far less noisy than Jason’s was about to be. Tim had freed Jason’s feet, which had been  tied with his own, so Jason wrapped one leg in the hanging chain before he sliced apart the ropes holding his hand. He grasped the chain and swung himself down, landing beside Tim with a quiet thunk.

“I don’t know what kind of candyass bullshit that was,” he said, rubbing at his chest which still tingled from the taser. “But we need to kick some asses.”

“I got tased by a third grader.” Tim sounded salty. “I’m guessing it’s not my drug ring.”

“We weren’t even in costume when we pissed them off,” Jason pointed out. “It’s gotta be somebody else.”

“Smart enough to use decoys, dumb enough to leave us alone,” Tim added.

Jason tried to remember the woman’s face as he bent over her. “Mind control?” he asked. “Hatter’s still in Arkham, isn’t he?”

Tim tapped his earbud. “Oracle,” he asked. “Is Mad Hatter still in Arkham?” He looked at Jason and shook his head. A metal door screamed open a thousand feet away and about a dozen people marched through the opening. “Oh. That fits. Yeah, Red Hood and I will take care of it.”

“Who is it?” Jason demanded, unholstering his guns. 

“Professor Pyg,” Tim said. “He escaped sometime this afternoon. He probably hasn’t had time to turn anyone into a Dollotron yet but he has some method of mind control.”

“Dammit.” Mind control meant no bullets. Not even rubber ones. “All right, let’s find this guy and put him back where he belongs. You still owe me a burger.”

“I gave you a burger,” Tim protested. “It’s not my fault you got duped into abandoning it.”

“I handed it back to you,” Jason pointed out. “It’s not my fault you got tased by an eight-year-old.”

“Ugh,” Tim said. “There are offices up there, on the catwalk. Pyg’s probably up there. Let’s skip the henchmen and go straight to the source.”

Jason didn’t often use a grapple but Tim was already on his way and there was no way Jason was letting him face Pyg without backup. He grappled up to the catwalk, ducking under the metal guardrail, and took off after Tim. They started clearing offices and had covered the east side of the warehouse when Jason heard a footstep behind him and spun around.

Pyg, brandishing a cleaver, and a syringe, had emerged from the next office down and was trying to rush Jason. Fortunately he was neither fast nor accurate and Jason managed to side-step him and take him down with a judo throw. He kicked the cleaver down the catwalk but Pyg lunged at his with the syringe. It wouldn’t have pierced his armor, but it didn’t matter. Tim was there and he cracked his bo staff across the back of Pyg’s head. Pyg went down and Jason picked up the syringe. “We’re gonna want to analyze this,” he commented.

“Later,” Tim snapped. “We’re getting him back to Arkham before he can do anymore damage.”

Sirens were already wailing. Jason zip-tied Pyg’s wrists and checked the back of his head. “You got him good, baby bird,” he said, finding a sizable goose egg. “Cops are on their way. They can give him a lift back to Arkham.”

“We need to figure out what this is and how to counteract it,” Tim said, nodding at the syringe still in Jason’s hand. “We’ll have to take it back to the Bat-Cave.”

“I’m not going there,” Jason said automatically. “Which office was he using? Are there notes?”

The notes were in the third office they checked. Tim took the notes and the syringe and slipped out of the warehouse to tell some cop he was friendly with how to synthesize an antidote.

Jason grappled to the roof of the next building and watched Tim from a distance as he spoke stridently with a detective. Then, he slipped into the shadows and went home.

[jessicanjpa]

evil alligator king

It's Edward's first time in medical school! He has been shadowing a local doctor and this is his first time treating a patient. An excerpt from this chapter of 1950.

I snapped the chart shut, feeling accomplished. I had just written my first doctor's note, which Dr. Warren had read and signed with only two corrections.

"Next one's yours, kid," he said loftily, handing me the new chart.

"What do you mean?"

"Another cast coming off. You watched me do that one last week, so you're going to do this one. You're getting your lab coat tonight, after all." In addition to the chart, he laid the cast-cutting saw onto the high counter of the nurse's station. Its sharp teeth gleamed in the artificial light.

"But we're not supposed to—"

He scowled. "Look, do you want to get some experience or not?"

"Of course."

"Well, hop to it then. And besides, you're really not treating the patient. Technically speaking, you're untreating her." I don't understand this kid sometimes.

I took the chart, frowning when I saw that our patient was another young girl, only five years old. She had broken her arm while trying to "fly" off of the dresser in her bedroom. Her time in the cast was up, and it was supposed to come off today.

Dr. Warren had just handed an oscillating saw to a vampire and told him to apply it to the squirming arm of a five-year-old human girl. Was this a bad idea?

He took a long drag on his cigarette, frowning at me behind his ever-present cloud of smoke. "What're you waiting for?"

I stared at the saw again, trying not to imagine what could go wrong here. After all, if I was ever going to treat real patients, I had to start somewhere. I scooped up the saw and the chart, heading on into the exam room and making my announcement before I could change my mind.

"Good morning, ma'am. My name is Edward Cullen, and I'm a medical student at Dartmouth. I'll be assisting Dr. Warren today, if that's all right." Assisting. I liked the way that word sounded.

The girl—her name was Mary—looked exactly like the kind of girl who would jump off a dresser and break her arm. Her pretty blue party dress was enhanced with a pair of cardboard wings, which had been cut from a box of Corn Flakes. Her barrettes were askew in her hair. She was already perched up on the exam table, lying on her back with her feet tapping on the wall. Animal noises came out of her mouth while she flew a doll around in the air with her casted left arm.

Her childish mind was a wonder. I smiled as I observed the fantasy world in which the doll (who was secretly a fairy herself) was flying through the night to save the fairy princess from the evil alligator king. While she played, Mary was wishing that her mother had let her bring both her dolls so that she could have a battle.

The mother was sitting down, holding Mary's crying baby brother and looking pretty frazzled. She raised her voice to be heard over the baby's cries. "Mary dear, sit up like a lady! I'm sorry, young man, what did you say?"

Dr. Warren came into the room, and to my rescue. "Morning, Mrs. Wilson. Edward here is one of our medical students, and he'll be taking care of the cast."

She glanced at me. "Are you sure? He looks awfully young…"

Dr. Warren waved his hand dismissively. "He's one of our finest. Go on, Edward."

I approached little Mary with the saw, unsure how to begin. I couldn't remember having ever spoken to anyone this young before. Why would I? How did one address children? "Hello there, Mary. I see your arm is feeling better…"

Her animal noises increased in volume, and the doll flew across the room to be caught in midair by the mother. Not bad for a human.

I cleared my throat. "So, it's time to take the cast off today. May I see your arm, please?" I inched closer, reaching for the cast with my empty hand.

Mary finally noticed my presence, and her eyes caught immediately on the sinister-looking object in my other hand. Her animal noises ceased, to be replaced by screaming. The baby brother took a deep breath and added his own dissonant squall to the mix, hurting my ears. I retreated, looking anxiously to Dr. Warren for guidance.

"Now, Mary," the mother called over the racket, "Listen to the doctor. We'll have a cookie at home afterwards, if you're a good girl."

Mary screamed louder, and Dr. Warren sighed in resignation. It's no good. I'll have to hold her down. "Edward…"

That wasn't going to work. Children were squirmy enough, and throwing Dr. Warren's restraining arms into the mix wasn't going to help me. I needed her to be perfectly still if I was going to be wielding a vibrating blade half an inch from her skin.

"Wait." I had an idea. I set the saw down behind me on the counter and approached Mary again. She was clambering against the wall to get away from me as I sat on the exam table beside her. She didn't seem to be instinctually afraid of me; she was only picturing me cutting off her arm with a much larger version of my "scary sword." Of course, I was laughing maniacally as I wielded it. In her imagination my face morphed into the scaly visage of the evil alligator king.

"Mary," I said quietly, throwing every ounce of sweetness I could into the word. She stopped crying instantly and turned to face me. I swung my legs up to sit fully beside her and leaned casually against the wall. Her eyes finally met mine, and a tearful smile tugged at her lips as I favored her with the best Prince Charming smile I could muster. She sighed, and her mind instantly replaced my evil persona with a fairy prince, complete with wings.

Without looking away, I held out my hand toward the mother. "May I have the doll, please? She's very important to this… ah, mission."

The mother stood and handed me the doll. I finally released Mary from my gaze so I could study the doll intently. "This is no ordinary doll," I began, and Mary's eyes grew wide. "I think that she may secretly be a fairy. If only she had wings…"

I took my notepad out of my pocket and ripped out a page. While Mary watched in awe, I quickly fashioned a set of tiny wings and affixed them to the doll's back.

"Much better," I pronounced. "Now, the mission is going to be to rescue the fairy princess from the evil alligator king. The trouble is, that if she's going to be, um, rescuing in the water, she'll need a boat, and fairy boats are always made of plaster. Don't you agree?"

She nodded dumbly.

I looked around the room. "If only we had some plaster… oh! There's some!" I pointed to her arm, and moved my face downwards to catch her eyes again before she could get suspicious. "If we could get that off your arm, it would turn into two fairy boats. One for this fairy, and another for a friend."

Mary stuck out her arm. "I have another secret fairy at home," she announced.

"Well, that's perfect," I replied, sliding off the exam table. "I'm going to separate the boats now, using my… boat-maker. But you must be very still, or the boats will be mussed."

She nodded solemnly, and I explained that the boat-maker made a buzzing sound, just like huge fairy wings. I turned on the saw and took a deep breath, just in case the worst should happen. But Mary was a trooper. She and the doll watched carefully as I turned her cast into two perfect doll-sized canoes.

I flicked the saw off, letting my breath back out. "Well done, Mary," I said in relief.

Well done, Cullen, Dr. Warren thought in awe. I hope he's planning on pediatrics.

I shuddered inwardly at the thought. It was one thing to risk the lives of human adults with my ministrations. But despite my success just now with Mary, I didn't think I would ever care to endanger human children on a regular basis. And besides, their screaming and crying was offensive to vampire hearing, to put it mildly.

But Mary wasn't finished with me yet. Before I could react, she jumped into my arms and planted a kiss right on my cold cheek. She giggled at the temperature, thinking that I felt like ice cream. Her acceptance did something strange inside my chest; I felt the most curious feeling of warmth.

"Well, everything looks good," Dr. Warren told the mother after poking quickly around Mary's arm, which was still wrapped around my neck.

"And I think this little fairy has definitely earned her cookie," I added, gingerly removing Mary from my torso. She gathered up the halves of her cast and the doll, hopping down from the exam table with her treasures. She was already imagining the rescue mission, now enhanced with her new boats.

I headed out behind Dr. Warren, and was just closing the door when Mary blurted out, "Goodbye Doctor Ice Cream!"

My mentor sputtered out a cloud of smoke. "Doctor what?"

I closed the door behind me, grinning and shrugging in confusion. "That was interesting," I said.

"I'll say," he replied. "You never told me you were so good with kids. You should go into peds."

"I might," I surprised myself by saying. "I just might."

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 29: Play as a Sly Fox

 Zakai huffs a bit as Lewis had beaten him the fifth time at goldfish. “You're really good at this game” said the mystic with a smile. 

“Thank you! I learned it from Floyd” replied the ginger haired boy with a smile on his face. His alligator tail wagged like a happy puppy. Mr. Waxman chuckles. 

Annie was biting a bit of his light blonde hair when she spotted the mystic’s long ear. She bites his ear which causes him to let out a squeak. He removed her off his ear. 

“Hey! No biting” said Zakai before letting out a soft chuckle. The little baby giggled as she touched his snout. Lewis smiles as he watches his little sister having fun. 

Back down in the basement, Lips was near the stairs that lead up from the basement. He was on his phone. Nora walks up to the trumpet player with a smile. “Hey, Lips! My man” she said. 

“Hey, Nobu,” he replied while still looking at his phone. 

“Listen, I could really use your help taking this documentary to the next level.” replied Label Lady. 

“You know, maybe with some star power,” she added. The blonde male nods his head. 

“Yeah, I figured that’s coming up,” replied Lips. 

“It seems like you know everyone,” replied Nora. 

“Any chance you have one of the Beatles on speed dial?” she asked. 

“Oh! Yeah, we go way back with the B… Let’s see, I gotta..” the trumpet started to say before the rest of his words were just mumbles as he started to walk up the stairs. 

“Okay, all right. Hey, really hope that was a yes” replied Label Lady. 

“Love, love me do” said Lips before leaving the basement. The blonde male shut the door to the basement. He placed his phone in his pocket. 

The blonde male felt his stomach growling hungry. Lips head to the kitchen and look in the fridge. There was some plant based food or just no meat. Except for some left over of some fish that Teeth had earlier. The trumpet player picked up the fish. It was tuna and there was some blood on it which is common for the doc’s meals. 

His mouth waters at the sight of the meat. Normally, he would cook any meat but his stomach wanted something…fresh and bloody. Lips slowly lift the bloody meat of the fish to his mouth and take a bite. It tastes…amazing. He wanted more. After the tasty tuna was eaten, Lips got back on his phone to look through his contacts to help Nora out. 

Back downstairs, Animal was holding his pet bunny with a huge smile on his face. JJ walks over to the chuckling wild man. “Bunny man?” asked the drummer as he looked up at the other male. 

“Yeah, I’m the bunny man” replied JJ with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“And I figured your little cottontail pal could use some company” he added as he pulled out a bunny from his suit. He gives Animal the bunny. 

“One bunny, two bunny” replied the drummer with joy in his voice. He laughs before walking away with his two bunnies. “Two bunny” said the wild man. 

JJ turns and runs into Moog. It caused the cups of tea that the black haired male was carrying to spill on his shoes. “Whoa! No! My kicks!” yelled the male. 

“Oh, man! I am so sorry. Please, let me repay you” replied Moog in a worried tone. 

“Alright, fine, they’re 800 bucks” replied JJ with a huff. 

“What? No! Uh-uh. Not with money” replied the black haired male. 

“I can help with more of my Mayhead knowledge,” he added. 

“There is no need. Animal is my homie now” replied JJ. 

“No, help with Nora. Right? She wants this movie to be a huge lovefest, right?” replied Moog with wide eyes. 

“Right” the other male replied. 

“I know exactly how you can make that happen” replied the mayhem fan. JJ was silent a bit before answering. 

“Right, if it helps Nora” he replied. 

“So, just ask Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem how they got the name.” replied Moog. 

“Okay. All right, cool.” replied JJ with a soft smirk. 

“All right?” asked the black haired male with a sly smile. 

“Thank you. Dude, we gotta hang” replied the male with a fist pump. 

“Of course,” replied Moog. JJ walks away from the mayhem face with a smile on his face. Hannah walks up behind Moog. 

“So, now you’re just helping the competition to impress my sister?” she asked in a confused tone. 

“That’s how you play the game?” Hannah added. 

“Oh, no, no, no, no” replied the black haired male. “That’s how I win it” he added with wide eyes. 

Suddenly, Zoot interrupts the two. “I know who should play me,” he said. 

“Frank Sinatra?” added the dark blue haired male. 

“Also dead” replied Hannah with a dead tone to her voice. 

“What? When?” asked the shock saxophonist. 

Meanwhile with JJ, he was about to ask the mayhem the question about the band name. His phone suddenly starts to ring. He answers the phone. 

“Hello?” asked the male. 

“Hello, remember me?” asked the guy on the other end of the phone. 

“Oh! Yes! It’s good to talk to you” replied JJ with a smile on his face. 

“Yes, yes. I’m calling you to inform you that I will be coming to town later this month or week.” replied the male on the other end. 

“Ah! Good, you get to meet the band that a pal of mine has been working with.” replied JJ. 

“Alright. I got to go. See you then” replied the guy before hanging up. Nora’s ex put his phone back in his pocket and walked back to the band with a smile on his face. 

[istherewifiinhell]

look at the baby turtles boy

i guess techincal warning for kids (of the mutant ninja turtle variety) in dangerous situations... they're all fine i prommy

I restrained myself from qualifying every expression with "like how children do" but I can't not see it. Its a very good likeness of the way kids put like 110 percent into every expression...

[All flashback shots from 2003, in sepia tones but for their coloured bandanas, worn as full hoods instead of eyemasks. The young turtles are very short and stocky with thick limbs, and have large visible pupils/irises.]

No alt text but image descriptions after each group of photos.

[ID: 1. Donnie scowling, shoving a RC remote at Leo, who looks concerned. 2. Donnie running along a sewer river with a broken off branch in his hands. 3. Leo looking over the edge of a drop, worried. His pupils have been draw very big.

END ID]

Last one is scrunkly to me...

[ID: 1. Leo crawling up through shallow water, he's dragging Donnie by one arm. Both their faces are scrunched up, eyes closed. 2. Both of them flopped on their backs in the shallow water. Donnie's looking up and Leo's glaring at Donnie.

END ID]

When u save ur brother from drowning and he immediately says something to piss u off.

[ID: Sillouhetes of Leo and Mikey, Leo in a on footed fighting pose, arms up, Mikey leaning over to look at him, wearing headphones and holding a walkman. 2. Seeing Leo posed the same, from behind, Mikey is staring curiously at him, twisting his whole body so his head is sideways.

END ID]

Those good fucking shapes tho... and sweet boy Mikey in the second. I think that would be "looking at him upside down" if it weren't for the inflexible spine...

ID: Mikey snarling, teeth grit on one side, emphasize the slight snout of his mouth. END ID

^ beloved... also youngest sibling choosing violence moments

[ID: 1. Mikey's mouth open comically wide head tipped backed to catch some food. 2. Mikey, cheeks full of food, closed eyes and mouth with a wide smile.

END ID]

Not pictured? Its onion. Horrible child. I love him.

[ID: 1. Profiles of Leo and Mikey, extremely smug Mikey, brow ridge raises, eyes squining wide smile. Leo frowning severely. 2. Head on, Mikey, wiggling brow ridges, wide smile. 3. Leo looking angry, holding Mikey's nuchaku, pinning him to the floor. Mikey still smiling widely.

END ID]

Literally just wanted the attention, happy to get it any means necessary. No thoughts head EMPTY. Etc.

[ID: 1. Leo hands on hips from behind, Raph speaking, gesturing with his hands up. 2 & 3. Shots of each of the boys sewer surfing on planks of wood. Leo serious and we see his shell. Raph is smiling and we see his front.

END ID]

Picture tiny child thick accent "mastuh splintah". Also the shape of their friggen heads...

[ID: 1. Raph, small in frame teetering over the edge of where the water flow meets a larger basin. 2. Scratching his head, frowning in thought.

END ID]

He's only little... he's only small.

[ID: 1. Leo leaning back, arms crossed, with a sort of preachy look. On the wall next to him the shadow of Raph tusseling with a large animal. 2. Leo looking up backing away from something, looking scared.

END ID]

"Raph is fighting a creature??" this isn't about him.

[ID: 1. Raph kneeling in the water, one arm supporting himself, the other rubbing his head, pained expression. 2. Leo sat on the neck on an unconscious alligator 3. Leo and Raph grasping hands next to the downed aligator. 4. Raph scratching his head with a more contemplative expersion.

END ID]

He's fine see. They're ninja babies. Brothers moments.

Leo scared of heights comp....

[ID: 1. Leo looking nervously at a ladder, one finger to his chin. 2. Climbing the ladder and looking down, scared. 3. Pressing his back into a wall as he sits in a high opening in a wall. 4. Eyes closed as he clings, koala like, to a pipe.

END ID]

My boy.... my baby boy.

And Bonus Splinter:

ID: Splinter and Leo on a pipe over a drop. Leo is about half the size of Splinter. Splinter has hands on a rope grappled off screen. 1. Picking up Leo by his shell with one hand. 2. Leo on Splinter's back, arms around his shoulders, legs around his middle. Splinter is about to swing on the rope.

END ID]

Pick up baby. Carry Baby...

Also the caps in that order makes it look like a "Dad saves in peril son" but its actually a "Dad constructs a situation where son has to save him to get over his fear but there was safety back up rope" take that as u will. (No okay there was also a whole middle step of martial arts balance and blind fold training at increasing heights so like... credit where due on the controlled risk factor)

[riordanverse-dorphin]

[Description: a graphic titled “Misdiagnosis Monday” and subtitled “ADHD vs Borderline Personality Disorder”. It’s a ven diagram of ADHD and BPD.

Under ADHD: Difficulty with organization, Impulsivity (regardless of stress), Difficulty regulating attention & focus, Struggles with persistence & motivation, Hyperactivity, Distractability, Hyperfocus

Under BPD: Pervasive sense of emptiness, Impulsivity (often self-harm oriented & increases under stress), Marked by a pervasive pattern of instability in relationships, self-image, & mood, Intense relationships - often marked by idealization & devaluation dynamics, Pervasive fear of abandonment

In the overlap: Impulsivity, Novelty seeking, Interpersonal difficulties, Self-esteem often impacted, Emotional regulation difficulties, Increased rates of eating disorders & substance abuse, Sensitivity to sensory changes, Rejection sensitivity, Intense mood shifts, Genetic overlap, Irritability

End Description]

Your analysis is great! My response got long so it’s under the cut.

My main reasons for thinking about it were the poetic symmetry with Percy and Coral too. Like the scene where Percy says he wishes he was like Coral and didn’t feel and Coral says feelings are important, or Coral’s thoughts on why embracing the storm the way she does won’t work for Percy— it just fit so well.

(Unrelated but: the scene where Percy explodes a monster in front of someone and just flings the blood off himself and leaves because the sea doesn’t give a shit whether or not you want to drown? It’s been living in my head since I read it. I need to make a visual but I have limited art skills and too many assignments so instead I’m holding it in my mouth like a baby alligator.)

Canon Percy doesn’t fit BPD symptoms nearly as well as he does in your two posts with Coral. Certain things do fit— imo his impulsivity absolutely increases under stress. He can somewhat handle his impulses in normal situations but during battle he makes reckless decisions (often while knowing his stunt could easily get him killed). Luckily for Percy he’s very intelligent and good at thinking on his feet or else one of his spur of the moment ideas would have gotten him killed.

Percy choosing Jason to talk to about being suicidal because he isn’t close to Jason makes so much sense! It’s a thought with so much potential.

WRT Favorite People, I don’t think Percy’s relationships fit that. Especially in the original series. I was someone’s Favorite Person at one point (he and I are still friends, we just drifted apart) and the idealization was way more intense than anything Percy has ever expressed towards Annabeth. Like, he couldn’t accept apologies from me because he couldn’t think of me as having done something wrong.

Percy doesn’t have trouble reconciling his admiration of Annabeth with her flaws. In the sphinx scene in book 4, he is aware that Annabeth is being a dumbass but that doesn’t cause any major split with his view of her as intelligent and competent. Same with her emotional bind spot for Luke.

Your Percy & Coral stuff is awesome & I’m now thinking about an oc child of Poseidon with BPD.

@riordanverse-dorphin, tumblr ate your ask. Luckily I get email notifs so did see it. For others, ask was suggesting if the Neptune kids have/are geared towards SzPD, perhaps Percy (and other Poseidon kids) have/are geared towards Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).

I did actually consider it when I was like hmmm 🤔 what would Percy be more prone to, but, lol, set those thoughts aside because of brain fog ahaha. The "emotional rollercoaster" that often describes the disorder also fits the idea that Poseidon is the emotional moody ocean, while Neptune is the uncaring emotionless sea, which is one of the reasons I had been thinking abt it tbh.

Anyway, see my thoughts below!

The description and diagnostic criteria of BPD through the DSM-5:

Borderline personality disorder is described as a pervasive pattern of instability in interpersonal relationships self-image and emotion as well as marked impulsivity beginning by early adulthood.

It is indicated by the five or more of the following symptoms:

A pattern of unstable relationships

A fear of abandonment, whether real or imagined

Instability and insecurity in self-image

Impulsive high risk behavior such as excessive spending, promiscuity or substance abuse

Suicidal behavior or self-harm

Intense mood swings

Chronic feelings of emptiness or sadness

Anger management issues

Stress related paranoia or loss of contact with reality (aka general dissociation, depersonalization or derealization)

Additionally! Here is how ADHD and BPD overlap.

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So how would Percy fit? Further explanation(s) of how the symptoms may presentation in BPD.

Unstable, intense relationships: ❌

While I think we could consider Percy's relationship with Annabeth to be intense, I don't think he really has unstable relationships. His top three relationships - Grover, his mom, Annabeth - are all fairly stable, imo.

Fear of abandonment: ❓

I think this one is up for interpretation. I can't fully recall any specific scenes where he's terrified of being left by his loved ones. But I personally a) think Poseidon has a fear of abandonment, due to the clinginess of the ocean, and b) Percy so very much loves his inner circle - his mom, Grover, Annabeth - that he's terrified of them ever leaving him. This is kind of seen in TTC when he's worried that Annabeth will leave for the Hunters, as well as his refusal to let her go and choosing to fall into Tartarus with her. But one could think of that as being more romance-oriented so 🤷‍♂️ That being said, there's also his "no Grover, do not remove the empathy link" thing that you could side-eye as "I need to keep Grover in my life forever and an empathy link is perfect for that". So for me, it's a check. For others, it's up to interpretation.

Poor self-image: ✔

Percy does not think very highly of himself. The earliest obvious display of that I can think of was in TSoM where he was looking at his "perfect" reflection and thinking about how much better that guy looked. Otherwise he does think of himself as a burden to others, or a bad kid. He also thinks of himself as stupid, even when he's noted to be fairly intelligent when it comes to battle. He has a low self-esteem. While he's improved since the start of the series, much of these feelings are still present.

Rapid mood changes: ✔

Percy has been noted for being unpredictable and moody, like his father. Like I said, the intense mood swings symptom was actually the reason I was considering BPD before because where Neptune is the uncaring sea, Poseidon is the emotional one.

Impulsive and dangerous behaviour: ✔

Yes, it's a check, but it also overlaps with other things. The nature of being a demigod is inherently dangerous. ADHD also lends to impulsive behaviours.

Repeated self-harm or suicidal behaviour: ✔

BoO literally has him talking about being suicidal and wanting to die. He also expresses suicidal thoughts in various spots throughout the series. A lot of other people in the fandom have already spoken about this. Additionally, I headcanon him to self-harm frequently.

Persistent feelings of emptiness/sadness: ❓

Question mark because I'm not sure. I think his feelings of emptiness/sadness would more so related to his suicidal feelings or depression. Additionally, what I get from Percy is that his base emotion is anger. And that's something he does his best to repress. Hazel mentions in one of the books that there's a similar sadness between him and Jason though. So, I guess it's up to you. I personally headcanon Percy as struggling with alexithymia, so for me this would be a check. But for others it may be an X.

Anger issues: ✔

I mean do I even need to explain this one?

Temporary paranoid thoughts and/or dissociation: ❌

Doubtful with this one. I think any paranoid thoughts Percy displays in the series are valid within the context of the going-ons in his life. I mostly relate dissociative behaviours with Jason or Frank too. Dissociative behaviours, such as depersonalization or derealization, may occur when I write him but it's really in relation to him being depressed versus a general "out of body" sense as with the other two.

Also, in researching SzPD, quiet BPD came up a bit. Quiet BPD is not separate from classic BPD. The traits are just noted to be directed inwardly rather than outwardly. They will still experience the intense emotional rollercoaster that distinguishes BPD, but they tend to shut their emotions down or push them aside. More so, their sense of self is marked by shame and/or self-hatred.

So, I think where his outbursts of anger and impulsivity are expressed outwardly, the other traits are kept inwards. He doesn't talk much about his emotions to people. Even in BoO, talking to Jason about being suicidal can appear like an intentional choice, because Jason is not someone he is close with. Also they talk about it in the middle of a fucking battle. It might've been something he needed to verbalize without actually talking about.

Also "Favourite Person" is something that notably occurs in BPD, where a person with BPD becomes heavily reliant on a specific person for emotional support, attention, and validation from. They are often highly idealized and tend to be the center of a person with BPD's focus. Percy's clinginess with Annabeth can kind of come across as this.

Hope that helps! And fingers crossed Tumblr doesn't eat anymore of my asks :)

[two-red-lungs]

I'm telling u rn everytime I stalk look at your acc and just all this eddie content I feel at home, one with my people, I just love the shit I see and everything u post ily and you're doing great but also to add to this -

Imagine Eddie hiding @ Reefer Rick's place yk the boat thing and you're obv there with him to keep him safe and Jason and his goons are hunting Eddie cause of all the alligations and he's yk losing his shit and somethin about him with the broken beer bottle ready to pounce on anyone makes you want to pounce on HIM so you basically tell him to keep quiet while he's whimpering and moaning softly as you suck his dick, and he's like worried to get caught but at the same time he finds it so fucking hot because you're like "Look at me, baby, look at me, pretty boy" and he just whimpers and lets out the pretty boy moans and eventually Jason just leaves and shit and Eddie just goes ballistic and begins to thrust in to your mouth begging you to let him fuck you and how pretty you look with your cheeks filled up with his cock I- AM FERAL 👹👹👹👹

YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU-

How does it feel to be the ONLY PERSON CORRECT ABOUT EDDIE???

NGL you’re 100% on the money seeing Eddie all weird and panicky and ready to defend himself absolutely Did Things to me so I can totally envision this happening (fans myself)

Your take on it is LITERALLY JUST PERFECT so I’m gonna AU a bit

The car door slams out front and there are distant voices: men’s voices.

Eddie hisses out a “shit” and drags you down with him against the wall underneath the boathouse window, free hand clutching the broken bottle.

You can literally hear his heartbeat from inches away, feel his hot breath on your face, how tight and ready his expression is, coiled and prepared to spring at any second.

His fingers are so tight on your forearm, crushing you against him, so you can feel his body heat and jesus, a girl just can’t help herself right? There is only so much temptation one person can be expected to resist.

Really, it’s his fault you feel this way. That sort of thing demands a punishment.

When your hand starts slowly, softly, like whisper-softly palming him through his tight pants he looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, opening his mouth to speak. You clap a soft palm over it.

“Shh. Wouldn’t want us to get caught now, hm?”

Physical touch is kind of a chemical overload for Eddie: he gets real stupid, real pliant, and real needy. So crushing him up against the wall, pressed between stacks of tarp-covered boxes, is easy.

He is literally huffing like he’s running a marathon the second you get his cock in your mouth, and every time you swallow around it he squirms: his knee hits a box with a thud so you use both hands to pin him in place (which is absolutely just making him harder)

He has no thoughts. Brain? Gone. His entire world has narrowed down to your tongue on the silky head of his cock, focusing on wanting to thrust up into your wet heat even while your painful grip on his hips stops him.

He’s chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck” in a wheezing whisper, jumping and shivering even harder when one of Jason’s goon’s rattles the boathouse lock, calling to his friends.

And you just stuff a messy bundle of fingers into his mouth, pads pressing down on his tongue. He cums mutely, back arching on the wall, literally while Jason is peering in the window and scanning the empty boathouse/the untarped boat, you two just out of sight.

The dude has no idea that right under his nose Eddie “The Freak” Munson is getting the goddamn soul sucked out of him.

“Pack it up, boys. We got bad information.” You hear Jason say only inches above both of your heads. You’re still holding Eddie’s cock in your mouth, sucking so gently on the end and feeling his entire torso shake in overstimulation under you. Still he keeps quiet. Such a good boy, keeping quiet.

Only when the car engine turns over and drives away again do you give him reprieve, pulling fingers from his mouth and watching his chest heave, pulling yourself up to head height to drag sweaty strands of hair away from his face and croon accolades.

“Good boy, look at you, you did so good for me Eddie, holy shit. Kept so nice and quiet. My pretty, perfect boy. Taking orders like a champ.”

He just looks up at you with wide-blown pupils and cheeks so flushed with arousal they’re splotchy. “You’re fucking insane.” He says with a grin. “God, I love it.”

THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK ILY

[niceboyeds]

alligator tears (e.m.)

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader with an appearance from Uncle Wayne

warnings: alludes to panic attack, talks of past abuse, mentions blood, comforting!Eddie, comforting!Wayne, sorry if i forgot anything but let me know and i’ll add it

word count: 1.1K

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“what was that?!” you hear a yell from the other room. footsteps coming toward you, almost seeming louder than normal.

the vase you accidentally knocked over shattered onto the floor, glass covering the kitchen. you feel yourself shaking and your breathing becomes staggered as you sit on your knees and begin picking up the glass. trying to hurry and get it cleaned up before he can get into the kitchen, but it’s no use. it’s such a mess and he’s already rounding the corner.

“what happened??” he runs inside, looking around and sees you on the ground looking incredibly frightened.

you feel yourself reverting back to the same defense mechanism you used growing up. curling yourself tight into a ball in the nearest corner. tucking your head under your arms, trying to protect your face.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry!! i-it was an accident! please don’t hit me!!” you plead, begging him not to hurt you.

you haven't felt this way in so long, you thought you had worked past it. but your newly found fight-or-flight technique has returned into your childhood “be small and weak, maybe he’ll skip you this time” method.

“hit you?! baby what are you talking about?” you hear the words leave his mouth, the voice familiar. you know it’s not your father, but the rest of your body can't seem to figure it out.

“i’m so sorry.” tears are staining your face as you sit there, sobbing into your knees.

“baby,” he reaches out to you, causing you to flinch and try to scoot yourself further into the lower cabinet doors. “you’re bleeding. let me help, please…”

you peak through your arms, seeing a face who has never once laid a hand on you aggressively or out of anger. “Eddie?” you sniffle out. “i’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just barely bumped it and it fell. I c-couldn’t catch it and—��

“honey, I don’t care about the vase.” you stare at him, confused as to why he’s not mad at you. you broke his vase and he should be upset.

“I-I’ll get you a new one, I promise.”

“I don’t care about the vase.” he repeats, as if he’s trying to drill it into your head. “I care that you’re more upset about the cheap vase than you are about the cuts on your hands.”

“oh. oh my god...” you look down at your hands, seeing them covered in blood. you hadn’t noticed the cuts along your palms and finger tips, too busy trying to clean before anyone saw.

“can I help you?” he asks softly, reaching his hand out to you again but not quite touching you. he waits for you to nod before holding onto your forearms and helping you stand.

he brings you over to the table, sitting you in a chair before rushing to the bathroom. he returns shortly after with a first aid kit.

you sit quietly, letting him clean your cuts and watching as he removes a couple slivers of glass.

“do… do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, holding a hand against your cheek gently and rubbing his thumb back and forth to soothe you.

“not really.” you answer honestly, and he respects your decision. he knows of your past, you’ve told him bits and pieces, but he hasn’t experienced the PTSD you had mentioned firsthand. until now.

“okay, I understand. whenever you want to, i’m here.”

“i’m—”

“you better not be trying to apologize again.” your silence is all he needs to know he was correct. “you never deserve to be punished, whether things happen accidentally or not. you are allowed to feel safe and comfortable without a second thought. I will never lay a hand on you like that, ever.”

“thank you.” you whisper, shedding a few tears at his gentle words. you open your mouth to say something else but the trailer door opening startles you, making you jump at first but the face who walks inside immediately calms you.

Uncle Wayne walks into his home, surely exhausted from a long night at work, huffing about something until he sees the mess you’ve made.

“wha… what happened?” your bottom lip starts to quiver again, more tears running down your face as he speaks.

“I’m gonna clean it, I’m so sorry!” you rush out, trying not to upset him.

you know he’s tired, he usually showers and goes to bed immediately after getting home. and now you fear he’ll be mad that he can’t go about his regular schedule.

“what’s with the alligator tears? accidents happen, kid.” he walks over to scope out the mess still wearing his work boots and he shoves a bit of the broken glass with his foot.

“s’alright, easy cleanup.” he nods his head a couple times, like he’s agreeing with his own words, before reaching into the closet where the broom is kept.

“please, I’ll—”

“shush, I got it.” his voice is firm, you know he won’t budge on his choice, which leaves you to continue sitting in the dining chair while Eddie finishes tending to your cuts.

“did my boy tell you about the mug avalanche he made?” Wayne speaks up again, scooping the glass into the dustpan. he looks over at the two of you and sees you shake your head no, informing him to continue.

“Eddie was maybe 12?” he starts, trying to remember the age but brushes it off quickly. “anyways, he couldn’t reach the shelf that used to hold all the mugs, so he climbed up onto the counter. but he pulled himself up using the cabinet, whole thing came crashing down ‘n made a mess all over the place. found him cryin’ and—" he explains the story, Eddie is quick to join in.

“I wouldn’t say I was cry—”

“hush boy, it’s my story.” Eddie clamps his mouth shut and allows Wayne to finish. “I told him accidents happen. there’s no consequence for being human and making a little mistake.”

“s-so you’re not mad?” you sniffle, tears dried up and your chest calming.

“not at all.” he insists, pouring the last bit of broken glass into the trashcan.

“see baby, it’s okay. a little vase is not important.” Eddie wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly as you begin to feel safe and at ease.

“okay. thank you.”

“no need for thanks. family cares for family, and you’re part of ours now. no more alligator tears, ‘kay kiddo? they really pull at my heart strings.”

it all seems to click right there, in this moment you know they’re all you need to feel safe and loved. he’s right, they are your family. a chosen family, which seems so much more special.

[atlasscrumpit]

Can I request a fic of reader getting possessed to be Ammit’s avatar by force, and reader is being forced to hurt the moon boys. Somehow she manages to get control, remembering how a god is vulnerable in mortal flesh, and stabs herself in the neck to stop Ammit, and the boys lose it, particularly Marc, because he’s guilt personified. Reader dies and goes to field of reeds, but Anubis comes and is like “hey so I owe a favor to khonsu, so you wanna live again, or what?”, and when she comes back, the boys are sobbing and freaking out. Maybe after that they manage to pull back a little of the yandernes out of guilt, though they’re always a little too possessive and still keep the reader inside on days they have nightmares.

Turning pale

Warnings - blood, violence, death

"Darling, I have to go attend to some things. You know the rules, baby. Don't leave the house, don't open the door for anyone and if you need me call me on the burner phone, okay?" Marc listed off as you nodded and he kissed your forehead.

"Please be safe." You whispered making him smile.

"I will, angel. I'll see you soon."

--

The night had gone on longer than Marc expected.

He was exhausted and just wanted to return home to you.

"Marc." A voice sang his name as he turned around and his eyes widened.

It was you, but your body was dressed in alligator skin.

"Marc, why is Y/N here?" Steven whispered as Marc looked at you in shock.

"Are you shocked? I thought I would use someone you knew. Maybe then when I kill you, you'll have a familiar face." She said as Marc's face harder.

"Ammit." He growled as she chuckled.

"Come on, take me down Moon knight." She said before running towards Marc.

All he could do was dodge, he didn't dare hit you or hurt you in anyway.

"Aww, are you too scared to hurt us?" Ammit said as Marc looked at her.

Suddenly Steven took over and looked at you both.

"Love, I know you can hear me somewhere in there. You have to fight this." He said as Ammit laughed.

"While that's all very touching, I think it's time we stop playing." She growled lunging onto Steve, he kept hitting him across the face as you screamed within your own mind.

She summon a sword and was about to kill your love before you stopped her.

"No!" You screamed before you ran the blade across your throat.

You both fell to the floor gasping for air as Marc quickly took over.

"Y/N!" He screamed holding you in his arms as he retracted his mask.

"If...if I die, she dies. I love you." You choked out gripping at your own throat as you watched Marc cry uncontrollably.

"No, Y/N. Come on, love. Please." Marc whispered as he watched the life in your eyes slowly fade.

Marc, Steven and Jake felt so much at once, yet nothing at all.

The person they loved more than anything was gone.

"Khonshu!" Marc screamed as the God appeared and looked down at him.

"What a shame." He grumbled looking at your dead body.

"Bring her back! Fucking bring her back! She died fighting your fight! This is your fault!" Marc shouted still gripping you in his arms.

"If you don't do this, I will trap you inside of me and kill myself. Taking you down with me. So fucking bring her back, Khonshu." Marc growled as the God sighed.

"Stay here, I have someone to talk to."

--

An hour later and Marc was still in the middle of the street holding your body and weeping silently.

Khonshu appeared once more and Marc looked up with hope.

"You are forever in my dept, Marc Spector." Khonshu muttered before Marc heard a soft breath come from your mouth.

"Y/N?" Marc whispered as he watched the colour slowly return to your skin.

Your eyes reanimated and you looked up at Marc.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here, take it easy." He whispered running his finger over your cheek.

He watched the wound on your neck slowly heal and disappear, leaving a scar.

"Hurts." You whispered as he gently kissed your forehead.

"I know, baby, I know. Just relax, I'm going to get us home." He said gently picking up your fragile body.

You made it home and back into your bed, Marc did his best to explain to you what had happened.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." You whispered as Marc gently played with your hair.

"You didn't hurt us, sweetie. It was Ammit, not you." Marc reassured you as you nodded.

"I can't let you out of my sigh ever again." He whispered, you noticed tears forming in his eyes.

"From now on you can't leave this apartment okay? Even if I'm with you, it's too dangerous. I'm not letting you out of our sight, baby. Never again, never." He whispered crying softly and burying his face in your hair.

You wanted to argue with it, but you knew it was for the best, for now.

Marc had almost lost the last person he had left and you knew you needed to do whatever you could to keep him somewhat sane and reassured.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

___

“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

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“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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Big Bad and Little Wolf

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pairing - klaus mikaelson x fem,wolf!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request - “Hey can you do a klaus x reader where she’s basically the wolf who’s pregnant with hope, basically Hayleys story but she does fall for klaus after hating him” alright so i don’t know too much about haley’s story, so i had to do some research. the beginning takes place in the first ep of ‘originals’ then the rest i made up cause i didn’t wanna have to rewatch the first season lol i hope i got it right. enjoy! 

summary - after getting pregnant with the infamous hybrid, you find you have some feelings for him.

warnings / includes - language, mentions of sex, fighting, mentions of abortion (for anyone who isn't comfortable with that), and klaus being hot but a jackass at the same time :)

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“No, it’s impossible,” Klaus said, clenching his jaw. 

“I said the same thing myself,” Elijah said. 

Klaus glared and pointed at you, Elijah, and Sophie. “This is a lie. You’re all lying. Vampires cannot procreate.”

“But werewolves can,” Sophie said. “Magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf.”

Klaus turned to face Sophie, not wanting to believe what she was saying.

“You’re the original hybrid, the first of your kind, and this pregnancy is one of nature’s loopholes.”

Klaus shook his head and went to lunge at you. “You’ve been with someone else. Admit it!”

Elijah caught his brother from ripping your throat out. You looked at him, hateful and regretful tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey, I've spent my days held captive in a freaking alligator bayou because they think that I’m carrying some magical, miracle baby,” you said, balling your hands in fists. “Don’t you think I would’ve fessed up if it wasn’t yours?”

“My sister gave her life to perform the spell,” Sophie added. “She needed to confirm this pregnancy. Because of Jane-Anne’s sacrifice, the lives of this girls and her baby are now controlled by us. We can keep them safe, or we can kill them. If you don’t help us take down Marcel, so help me, Y/n won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress.”

The three of you looked at Sophie incredulously. 

“Wait, what?” You asked. 

“Enough of this. If you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I’ll do it myself,” Elijah said. 

“No,” Sophie shook her head. “We can't, not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow, and there are rules.”

Klaus gritted his teeth. “How dare you command me. Threaten me with what you wrongfully perceive to be my weaknesses! This is a pathetic deception. I won’t hear any more lies.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah stopped is brother. “Listen.”

Klaus turned to you, looking at your stomach. He began to hear the baby’s heartbeat. You put your hand over your stomach protectively. Klaus couldn’t believe his ears. It was real, the baby you were carrying was real. He didn’t know how to feel, but he knew he wasn’t going to give in. 

“Kill her and the baby,” Klaus said, turning to Elijah. “What do I care?”

Elijah glared at his brother. Klaus walked off, not caring to give you a second glance. 

“Screw you, Klaus!” You yelled out, followed by a choked sob. “I’m out of here.” You started to walk away, but one of Sophie’s friends blocked the entrance. You looked at Elijah for help. He turned to Sophie. 

“No one touches the girl. I will fix this,” Elijah said. 

Sophie let the two of you go. You walked out of the alley, tears streaming down your face. Elijah took your arm gently, having you face him. 

“I will talk to him, Y/n,” Elijah said. 

“What’s the use?” You sniffled. “He wants nothing to do with this baby. He’s a selfish, heartless monster.”

“Y/n, let me try and make him see what this baby brings to the table. I assure you, everything will be okay,” Elijah said. “I give you my word.” You looked into Elijah’s eyes and nodded. “Alright. Thank you.”

Elijah nodded and left to talk to Klaus. You went back to the byou, knowing that the witches were waiting for you.

The next day wasn’t any easier. It didn’t seem like Elijah got through to Klaus at all. You couldn’t help curse at yourself for putting yourself in this position. Why did you sleep with him? And secondly, why didn’t you use a condom?

You shook your head at your thoughts, walking through the French Quarter to where the Mikaelson’s lived. You were going to find Rebekah and try to see if she could talk to Klaus.

You knocked on the door, frowning when you saw Klaus.

“Hello, Little Wolf. What can I do for you?” Klaus grinned.

“Is Rebakah here?” You asked.

“Yes, she is,” Klaus said.

“Great. I need to talk to her,” you said, trying to go into the house, but you ran into Klaus.

You huffed in frustration, looking into his dark-blue eyes.

If we were to have this baby, at least it would have his pretty eyes, you thought.

“Not so fast, Y/n. Have you know, Rebakah already tried to talk to me about not killing you or the baby, but sadly, it didn’t work,” Klaus said.

You scoffed, “Are you really this heartless? I don’t care about you killing me, but a baby? Oh wait, no, I get it. You’re scared that we’re gonna be shit parents like your parents. I get it now.”

You knew you had peicered his heart, becuase he took ahold of your neck and used his vamp speed to take you in the house and slam you against the wall. You groaned in pain, trying to pry yourself from his grip.

“Do not speak to me like that!” Klaus shouted. “You think you can sway me with your little findings? You think I want to be a parent, Y/n? No, I want nothing to do with the horrendous thing growing inside of you,” Klaus growled.

You gasped for air, your hands on is hand, trying to get him to let go.

“Niklaus!”

Klaus and you saw Elijah behind him, a disappointed look on his face.

“Let go of the girl. Now,” Elijah commanded.

Klaus looked back at you, crazy shining in his eyes. He let you go roughly. You fell to the floor, holding your neck and coughing.

“You do not treat a woman who is barring a child like that, Niklaus. Mother would be so disappointed in you,” Elijah said.

Klaus growled, “Do not talk to me about Mother!”

“Fine,” Elijah said. He walked over to you, helping you up. “I will talk to you about this baby, though. If you do not wish to comply with the witches and keep the baby safe, then you shall be killed. If you do comply, you could welcome your first child into the world, Niklaus. I know you felt something when you heard the heartbeat, so think seriously about your decision to leave or care for the girl and the baby.”

Klaus looked between you two. His brother was right. When he heard the baby’s heartbeat, tears of joy had sprung in his eyes. And the thought of you carrying his baby filled his heart with a little love and pride. He knew that if he did comply, then everything would change. He would change. Was he able and willing to do that?

“Let me think about it,” Klaus said.

“Alright. Have your answer by tomorrow morning. Say sorry to Y/n,” Elijah said.

Klaus looked into your eyes, seeing tears fall out of them. It pained his heart to see you cry more than he’d like to admit.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he said.

You gave Klaus a forgiving, kind smile, knowing he meant it. “Thank you.” You then turned to Elijah.

“Can I stay here tonight? I hate the byou.”

“Of course. We have plenty of rooms. Do you want dinner?” Elijah asked.

“Sure,” you nodded.

Elijah smiled at you, then looked to Klaus. “Klaus go and cook something for Y/n, hm?”

“Fine,” Klaus rolled his eyes. He went to the kitchen to get to work.

“He acts like he’s 5. Oh, my God,” you chuckled.

“Yes, he’s immature, but if he makes the right choice like I know he will, he will be a great father,” Elijah said.

“How do you know that he will make the right choice?” You asked.

“Well, Klaus loves family. He loves the idea of a perfect family. We never had that as children. I know he would love to have a family of his own more than anything, but his fear of taking care of a child blocks him from admitting,” Elijah explained.

“And his pride. He’s too afraid to become soft,” you snorted.

Elijah chuckled, “Yes, you are right.”

You smiled at Elijah. “Thank you for saving me, again.”

“Of course, Y/n. This baby is going to my neice or nephew. It’s already part of the family, as are you. Now, I should be going. I have some business to attend to,” he said.

“Alright. See you again,” you waved.

Elijah gave you a warm smile and left the house. You sighed and seated yourself in the living room. You hoped to the moon Elijah was right.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. You did a big stretch before finding yourself needing to puke You rushed to the bathroom, falling to your knees. While throwing up, you felt the hair around your face lift up. You finished having your morning sickness and took a sheet of toilet paper and wiped your mouth. You flushed the toilet, looking back to see Klaus with a cheerful smile on his face, his hand holding up your hair.

“Oh, it’s you,” you said, standing up. You went over to the sink to wash your face and hands.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” Klaus said. “I helped your hair not fall into the toilet.”

You chuckled, “Right. Yeah, thanks.”

You started to brush your teeth, Klaus standing there, watching you. You furrowed your brows and spit out the toothpaste.

“Go away,” you said.

“No, I wanted to talk about the baby,” Klaus said.

You turned around, leaning on the sink counter. “Does this mean you have agreed to help me take care of the baby, and not put me in a chokehold anymore?”

Klaus chuckled and moved closer to you. “Yes, but on one condition.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, I don’t want to hear it. The baby and I are hungry, I’m going downstairs.” You moved past him, but only got out of the bathroom before being pulled back.

“You’ll want to listen to me, Little Wolf. It will make it easier for us,” Klaus said, pulling you so barley had any space between you two.

Your heartbeat spiked up, not feeling totally comfortable with how close you two were. 

“Let me go, Klaus,” you said through a clenched jaw.

“One moment. I will protect you and the baby and do what the witches want, if you agree to do stay out of my way and do whatever I command you to.”

You scoffed, “No! I’m not gonna be one of your victims. I’m carrying your baby, Klaus. You have no right to control me.”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “Fine. Just promise to stay out of my way then?”

“Fine,” you sighed.

Klaus put his hand up to your cheek, brushing a peice of hair out of the way. You looked up into his eyes, feeling a gravitational pull between you and him. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and back to his eyes. Klaus smirked, cupping your cheek.

“Falling, are we?” Klaus remarked.

You puled away, the moment ruined and the feelings you were feeling disappearing slowly.

“You wish,” you said before walking off.

Klaus looked at your retreating figure, feeling a little regretful that he had spoken. If he hadn’t, maybe you two would have kissed.

He shook his head of the romantic feelings he was feeling. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. You were just a little bump in the road in his plan to ruling New Orleans. And this baby you two had, like the witches said, is the miracle baby that would change the supernatural world forever.

He walked down to find you eating some strawberries, smiling and talking to Elijah. Even though he pushed his feelings for you away, he couldn’t deny you were gorgeous, even when just after waking up.

“Ah, good morning, Klaus. Y/n has told me that you have chosen to protect her and the baby. I’m glad you made the right choice,” Elijah said.

“Yes, well, I’m not completely heartless,” Klaus said and sat down at the island table next to you.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you smirked.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” Klaus rolled his eyes, throwing a blueberry at you.

You giggled, chucking a strawberry at him. Klaus smiled at you, catching the strawberry and eating it. You couldn’t help but smile at this. You never had ever seen him like this. He looked joyful and carefree. It was nice to see him like this. You hoped he continued to be like this before and definitely after your pregnancy.

“Hello, love birds!” Rebekah announced.

You looked to the blonde and smiled. “Hey!”

“How is my sister-in-law-to-be?” Rebekah smiled.

“Good since your brother hasn’t been an ass for the last 5 minutes,” you said.

“Wow. Now, that is unheard of. Interesting,” Rebekah smiled.

“You two are friends? I thought you two hated each other?” Klaus asked.

“Well, she’s carrying my neice or nephew. It’s different now,” Rebekah explained.

“Yep. Apparently having your child gets me friends,” you chuckled.

Rebekah smiled. “Well, plus, she is a great person once you get to know her. And she’s the only girl who lives here now. I’m sick of being in the boy’s club.”

“Aw, thanks, Bex. You’re a great person, too,” you smiled.

Rebekah came over and took a strawberry from the bowl in front of you. “I have to go.”

You frowned, “Oh, why? Don’t leave me with them.”

“Ah, Y/n,” Elijah smiled. “I have been nothing but nice to you.”

You smiled at him. “True, but I want some girl time.”

“We will get that time soon, promise. I have to go and meet Marcel,” Rebekah said. 

“No,” Klaus said, standing up. 

You glared at Klaus. “Let her go. She could use some time with someone who is romantically interested in her.”

“I said no. You will not do anything with Marcel as long as you are living with me,” Klaus commanded. 

“Oh, please, Niklaus. I’m a grown woman, I don't listen to you anymore. Ta-ta,” Rebekah waved at you and left the house.

“Jesus Christ,” Klaus muttered. “I’m going to kill-”

“Klaus!” You exclaimed. “Come with me to shop for maternity clothes, yeah?”

Klaus turned to you, “Why would I want to do that?”

You frowned, “Because it’s good for a mother and father to bond, even when they hate each other. We can go and buy you some new shirts, too.”

“I don’t need to buy anything for myself,” Klaus said. 

“Yeah, you do. You wear the same 3 colors. You need to put in some pink in your wardrobe,” you said. 

“Y/n is right. Go and spend time with, as the millennials say, your baby mama,” Elijah smiled. 

Klaus rolled your eyes. “You two are impossible, but fine! Let’s go and get this over with.”

You got up and clapped your hands in excitement. You put on sneakers and grabbed a jacket before going outside. Klaus followed you out to the shops.  “I have a question,” you said. 

“Yes?” Klaus asked. 

“Since you can compel people, do you ever use actual money to buy clothes or compel yourself clothes?” You asked. 

“Sometimes I buy, sometimes I compel,” he shrugged. 

“Where do you get the money to buy?” You asked. 

“I’ve been alive for 1,000 years, I have had jobs before,” Klaus explained. 

“Ah, right. Makes sense,” you nodded. 

You two walked the rest of the way in silence. You two went into a clothing store and went to the maternity section. 

“You aren’t even showing yet, why do we need to buy now?” Klaus asked. 

 “It’s just a fun thing I’ve heard mothers do. Plus, I assume with time, life will be a lot more complicated, and I won’t have time to do these things,” you explained. 

“Hm, interesting,” Klaus said. 

You sighed quietly, looking at a few shirts for 3 months. Klaus followed behind you, observing you. He would never admit, but he enjoyed spending time with you. He did find you a little annoying and a bit of a distraction, but the fact that you were fun to be around and made him feel like he could let go was what made him all the more willing to comply with Elijah and the witches. You carrying his baby also helped, too.

“Why are you staring at me?” You asked. 

Klaus shrugged, “I have nothing better to do.”

You hummed, “Right.” 

You two shopped in silence for about an hour, then going to a nearby restaurant for a snack. Spending time with him wasn’t as bad as you thought. He was more quiet and a lot less whiney than he had shown in the past. He just let you do whatever you want, whatever was safe, of course. He actually was kind to you in the hour. He laughed at your jokes, answered whatever questions you had, and took an effort to ask questions he had to get to know you. 

Maybe he wasn’t so bad, you thought. 

You two went back home, a bunch of shopping bags in your hands. You put them in the living room, yawning and stretching. 

“I’m going to take a nap,” you said. 

“Alright, sleep well,” Klaus said. 

You gave him a small smile and nodded. You went up the stairs, Klaus watching your retreating figure. 

“See how easy it is to be nice?” Elijah’s voice came from the kitchen. 

Klaus glared at his older brother. “I’m not doing it for you or her.”

“I never said you were, but now you have made me suspicious. It seems like you like her, Niklaus,” Elijah smiled. 

“I don’t like her. Not romantically, anyways,” Klaus said. 

“Are you sure? Why did you sleep with her, then?” Elijah asked. 

“I don’t know. It was just a one night stand that ended up turning into something more. Why do you care, Elijah?” Klaus asked. 

“I see the way you look at her, Niklaus. There is no shame in admitting your feelings,” Elijah said. 

Klaus rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Elijah. I have to go.”

Elijah smirked, “Alright. See you later, brother.”

“See you,” Klaus said before going back out.

Over the course of the next few months, you and Klaus had gotten closer and became more friendly towards each other. You had learned that he had a passion for painting and reading. You learned that he wished that he had the perfect family and he hoped that one day, his family could reunite and be together once again. He knew how to cook and actually a good man, but because of his chaotic and violent childhood, he became the bad guy. He seeks validation and honesty in others, wanting to be loved and have friendships that lasted a lifetime. 

Klaus had learned that you were adopted and thrown out all by the same family. You didn’t know who your real parents were, and you craved that information and have been searching for it since you first turned. He had learned that you had a passion for baking and helping others. That you were strong, confident, and weren’t afraid to protect your loved ones. He thought it was admirable the way you handled stress and betrayal, wishing he learned your patience. 

Learning about each other more had made you two fall in love with each other, but that was unbeknownst to you two. You both didn’t even realise your own feelings. You personally knew that you liked being in Klaus’s presence. You felt safe and protected, accepted and even loved. He made you feel alive and the fact that he showed interest in you and the baby helped you like him more. 

For Klaus, he enjoyed your presence, too. You always knew how to make him laugh. You made him feel different. Like he could be himself and forget who're or rather, what he was. It was freeing being with you, and he loved it. He was even looking forward more and more to the baby you and him had concieved. In his mind, you two were the family he always wanted and pictured. 

Even though you two didn’t notice your infatuation with each other, everyone else sure did. Rebekah and Elijah decided to make a plan on getting you two together. Every chance they could, they would tease you two, make it so you tripped into him, left you two alone together, etc. 

Like now, Rebekah had placed a golf ball on the floor and you had slipped. Klaus had rushed over to you and caught you in bridal style, immediately looking at your stomach for any signs of injury to the baby and you. He then looked to Rebekah and Elijah who are smiling. 

“What are you two so happy about? Y/n could have hurt herself,” Klaus said. 

“Oh, she’s fine. She and the baby would’ve healed,” Rebekah said. 

“No, seriously, guys. Stop leaving shit on the floor, okay?” You asked. 

Rebekah nodded, “Alright, alright. Sorry.”

Klaus let you go, his hands lingering against the small of your back. You weren't sure if it was the baby or his touch, but your stomach flipped. You leaned into him a little, wanting to be close to him for as long as you could. He was unbelievable warm, which was nice for you and the baby. 

Elijah and Rebekah noticed your body language and smirked at each other. It was a wonder how you two didn’t notice each other’s love and care for each other. The both decided it was time for the two to have a talk with each of them, to try and push them to get together farther. 

“Klaus, I need to see you for a second,” Elijah said. 

Klaus moved away from you, leaving you cold and a little lonely. Klaus smiled goodbye at you before going in the next room with Elijah. Rebekah went up to you, a cheeky grin on her face. 

“What are you and Elijah up to?” You asked. 

“Nothing, nothing. I just wanted to talk to you about Klaus,” Rebekah said. 

“Okay. What about him?” You asked. 

“You’re in love with him, right?” Rebekah asked. 

Your eyes went wide and your face flushed. “Wha-What?”

Rebekah smirked, “So you do. Why haven’t you done anything about it?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. He only sees me as the mother of his child, another person to call a friend. We are no where near romance right now.”

“You’d be surprised to hear that you’re wrong,” Rebekah said. 

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”  

“He's in love with you, too, Y/n,” Rebekah said. 

“He’s not,” you scoffed. 

“Yes, he is. Do you not see the way he looks at you? The way he cares for you and the baby? How every time you come into the room, a smile is immediately on his face and his aura is brighter?” Rebekah listed off examples. 

The longer she went on, the more your face got red. “Ye-Yeah, I guess. You think he’s really in love with me?” You asked, hope shining in your eyes. 

“Yes. Confront him. If I’m wrong, I owe you a lifetime of favours, okay? But if I’m right, I get a say in your baby’s name,” Rebekah grinned. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Fine. Deal. I’ll confront him tonight after dinner.”

“Great! Well, looks like my work is done. I better see you two trying for another baby after dinner,” Rebekah smirked and winked at you. 

“Bex!” You exclaimed with a laugh before she went upstairs. 

A few moments later, Klaus came back from the living room. 

“So, what did Elijah want with you?” You asked. 

“Oh, just to talk about what we are going to do with Sophie, that’s all. How about you and Rebekah?” Klaus asked. 

“Just stuff about the baby,” you answered. 

“Fun. Well, ready for dinner?” Klaus asked. 

You nodded and sat down at the kitchen table, watching Klaus cook for you. You watched him in silence. You also ate dinner in silence. You two had a feeling that whatever Klaus’s siblings talked to you two about was the same thing, but you two were just too shy to say anything. But as Klaus walked you up the stairs to bed, you had stopped to ask him the burning question you had in your brain all night. 

“Are you… are you in love with me?” You asked him, looking him straight in the eyes. 

Klaus’s eyes widened in surprise. He coughed and averted your gaze. “Maybe.”

Your lips upturned into a small smile. “I’m in love with you, too, Nik.”

Klaus looked up to you, a smile appearing on his face. “Really?”

You nodded and bit your lip. “Yeah.”

Klaus leaned towards you, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand went up to your cheek, cupping it. You nuzzled into his hand, your own hands going to cup the sides of his face. You looked deep into his dark-blue eyes, getting lost in them. You two found yourselves leaning into each other, your lips eventually meeting. 

Your eyes closed in an instant, pressing yourself up against him more. Klaus’s hold on your waist tightened and he deepened the kiss by dragging his tongue on your bottom lip. You opened your mouth quickly, giving him easy access to explore your mouth. 

You two felt sparks fly around you two, both of your guys’s skin lighting on fire from each other's touch. Even though you two had kissed before, this time was more special. Almost monumental. 

While you two were sharing your special moment, Elijah and Rebekah were watching with proud smiles on their faces. 

“Such a wonderful couple,” Rebekah sighed. 

“Yes. The big bad and little wolf,” Elijah smiled. 

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Sunny Side Up

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right? And for Mike, there’s no better way to start it than by eating his favourite thing, ever.

Pairing: Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Brief mentions of drug addiction- nothing graphic. Language!

A/N: So this was what popped into my head after seeing @imanuglywombat​ post that damned latest Sex Position as part of her downright filthy and wonderful “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “The Special Breakfast”. See here for more information. And you can totally blame @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this one. I wasn’t gonna write it but…yeah, I did. Sorry not sorry.  I’ve tried to make the reader as non-descript and as inclusive as I can but I don’t usually do reader x fics so I apologise if it hasn’t quite hit the mark.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader.  By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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“No, that’s not the same, at all.” Mike’s voice drifted up the hallway of you house as you closed the door behind you, shutting out the bitter January wind that has descended over Dover. “Yeah, well they signed up to the terms so....”

You glanced at your watch, it wasn’t even seven-AM yet and he was already on to someone about the current case he was working. But then, that was Mike all over. An addict, only now you were glad to say the only thing flooding his system was adrenaline and passion for his work.

You hung your jacket up on the pegs by the door, unwrapped your woollen scarf from round your neck and placed that over the hook above your jacket and then reached down to unzip you boots, before toeing them off. Your sock clad feet padded down the wooden floor of the hall towards the kitchen and you walked in to see Mike was bent over a file on the island in the middle, already dressed for the office.

“Clause ninety-one, paragraph twenty, sub-bullet two. Yup. We’ll present that to them today, give them chance to respond.” He paused for a moment, his head turning to you, a warm smile spreading across his face as you leaned over for a quick peck before you headed to the fridge for a soda. “Yeah. Okay, no problem, see you about half eight.”

With that he placed the cordless phone down and turned to face you.

“Morning, Baby.” He grinned, before he nodded to the Diet Coke in your hand. “Interesting choice of drink for breakfast.”

“Technically it’s not my breakfast time.” You shrugged back. “More like dinner, I suppose.”

Mike chuckled as he crossed to space towards you, his hands falling to your hips before he bent down and brushed his lips against yours in a hardly there kiss. “Good shift?”

“A heart attack, car accident, two broken legs, couple of flu cases and a shit tonne of idiotic drunks, the finest Delaware has to offer.” You shrugged. “Usual shit.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Dr Y/L/N”

“Lucky for you I do, or we’d have never met.”

“And I’d be dead.”

“Don’t.” You shook your head, swallowing a little. The memory of that night almost eighteen months ago was still raw. If you hadn’t stopped by at Mike’s that evening following an argument the pair of you had earlier in the day, you’d never have found him almost dead from an overdose. It had been a long road to recovery, and whilst nothing was ever proven, Mike and Paul were convinced that it was something to do with the safety needle case they had been working. Despite the fact that there was enough heroin in his system to stop his heart, Mike swore blind to you he hadn’t taken anything but a few lines that night, and there was something about the way he said it that made you believe him. And so did Paul.

The authorities never managed to prove anything, but there was one good thing to come out of it. When you had broken down and told Mike how scared you’d been that he was going to die and that you couldn’t cope anymore with the constant fear that one day he would kill himself for real, it gave Mike the final kick he needed because he didn’t want to lose you.

So he got clean. And this time he did it for good.

It wasn’t easy, for either of you. Once he was medically fit enough, Mike had been placed on a programme at a Rehab Centre, whereby he saw no one bar trained medical specialists and councillors for six weeks. It felt like the longest six weeks of your life but he did it. And when you went to pick him up, you instantly burst into tears at how different he looked, how better he looked, how healthy he looked.

The road to recovery is a long one, paved with temptations, you knew that being a Doctor. And whilst Mike knew and understood his triggers thanks to his programme, those temptations met him everywhere, especially because he knew exactly where and how to get his fix. So the pair of you agreed to take a fresh start. You traded Texas for Delaware, the State you were originally from, and you were beyond proud to be able to honestly state that Mike Weiss had been clean now for eighteen months. Well, apart from alcohol that is. But even that was enjoyed in moderation, and to be honest, you’d rather him sit at home with a glass or two of bourbon each night that sticking fuck knows what into his veins.

You cocked your head to one side as his hands flexed on your hip and he gave you a little side smile. “Sorry. Oh, hey guess who I got a call from?”

“Who?” You asked as he stepped back, grinning.

“The Alligator Farm. Snappy’s got himself a lady friend. They’re gonna send me some photos and stuff.”

You smiled, giving up that beloved alligator had been a hard sell to Mike. “That’s great.”

“Yeah. Oh and Paul was thinking of coming over with the family in the spring. I said they could stay here, I know it’ll be a squeeze but is that okay?”

“Course it is.” You reached up to cup his cheek. “It’ll be lovely to see them again.”

Mike smiled and dropped another kiss to your lips, this one slightly stronger before you pat his chest as he rest his forehead against yours.

“I need to go shower.”

“Want me to come join you?” He asked, eyebrow raised and you smiled.

“As good as that sounds there’s something else I want more.”

“Oh yeah?” He grinned, his eyes flickering down to the buttons on your blouse and you laughed.

“Calm down, Stud. I want pancakes and bacon, I don’t give a shit what time it’s supposed to be for me.”

Mike groaned as you moved away from where you’d been stood with your back to the large, stainless steel fridge and headed out of the room. He watched you go, the gently sway of your hips in your well fitted black pants made his groin twitch. He was half tempted to fuck your demands and go and jump you in the shower whether you wanted him to or not, but he’d seen the flicker your face had given when you’d described how your twelve-hour shift had gone down. Despite your blasé tone, he knew you too well and understood exactly how tired and stressed you were feeling. So, instead, he turned his attention to making breakfast.

Something he prided himself on was his cooking ability. He’d picked it up pretty fast since you’d moved here, he found it was a welcome distraction, so much so you very rarely made meals now, bar when you insisted on doing a roast which he never argued against.  Within fifteen minutes he had a stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs- sunny side up, as you preferred- all laid out on the island and ready for you to help yourself to. He’d just poured you an orange juice when you walked back into the kitchen, hair piled on your head in a messy bun, wrapped in a dressing gown and he was pleased to see you looked relaxed.

“Oh, Mikey, this looks great!” You smiled as he wrapped an arm round you, kissing your head. He watched as you helped yourself to a huge plateful before making your way over to the table and sitting down with a sigh. Mike tucked his tie into his shirt to avoid it dropping into his food and plated himself a helping up before he sat down at the place next to you, cracking his neck slightly. The pair of you chatted about the day ahead, which for you consisted of sleeping until it was time to get up for your next shift, Mike’s contained a meeting with a company who he was currently in the process of negotiating a settlement with on behalf of a client. When you’d finished, Mike made to clear away the dishes but you gently placed your hand on his arm and stood up, insisting on doing it as he’d cooked.

When you returned to the table, Mike pushed his chair back slightly and patted his knee.

“Come ‘ere.” He smiled softly and you grinned, settling yourself on his lap sideways, your arm looping round his shoulder, fingers gently playing with his suspenders. He gave a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your head, happy to simply be close to you for a moment.

“You doing okay?” You asked and he smiled, your words carrying that hidden meaning- ‘Do you want a fix, today?’

“I’m good, Babes.” He pulled back to look at you. “I promise.”

Smiling you gently placed your lips on his in a soft kiss, which soon became heated as Mike’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. He was pleased when you reciprocated, opening your mouth slightly to allow him in. He could taste the sweetness of the syrup on you from your pancakes and, as your tongue gently swirled against his, he let out a little groan from the back of his throat and he felt you smile.

“How long till you have to be in the office?” Your voice was lower than you’d intended, betraying exactly what you had in mind and Mike grinned at you, pulling back a little, as he glanced up at the clock.

“Just over forty-five minutes, why?”

You bit your lip, fingers toying once more with his suspenders which were clipped to the waistband of his light, grey trousers and sat over a maroon shirt, set off with a black tie. “Do I gotta spell it out to you, Weiss?”

“No, I just like hearing you beg.” A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and you gave a snort.

“I do not beg.”

“Really?” He arched an eyebrow and in a swift moment he stood up, causing you to give a shriek of a giggle as he sat you on the table in front of him. “I bet,” he pushed on your shoulders causing you to rest your weight on your elbows as he loomed over you, gently reaching for the tie on your robe, “that I can have you singing my name and begging for more,” his hands made quick work of the knot and pulled it open, before his fingers slid up the front, opening it to leave you bare in front of him, “in less than five minutes flat.”

“Less than five minutes?” You looked up at him, his eyes blown with lust and you smirked. “You’re so full of shit.”

He wasn’t though, you knew full well that you were the one full of shit. Mike had on many an occasion had you crying his name in less time than it took you to sing a verse of the National Anthem, and he knew it as the cocky expression on his face showed.

“Oh, Baby Girl.” He chuckled, bending over, his mouth brushing against that spot on your neck, the bristles of his short beard scratching your skin. “Have you learnt nothing, yet?”

“Only that you’re a cocky little bastard.” You tried to keep your voice level but it didn’t work. Your words came out a shaky whisper as one of his hands gently splayed on your stomach and brushed up your body to your sternum as he peppered hot, opened mouthed kisses across your collar bone, before his lips ghosted up your neck, over your chin and his mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss as his hand palmed at your breast. As he rolled your nipple between his finger and thumb you gave a moan and he smirked against your mouth.

Suddenly, he was gone from over you and you frowned, missing his sudden presence and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see him settling back in the chair by the table.

“Mike, what the-“

You were cut off as he reached over, grabbing your ass and hoisting your pelvis up, pulling you towards him. Before you could register what was going on, your legs were over his shoulders and you just caught a glimpse of his face, as he quirked an eyebrow at you, lips curled upwards in that maddeningly smug bastard grin, before his mouth was trailing up the inside of your thigh.

“Oh, Jesus.” You let out a little groan as he neared the place you now desperately wanted him and he chuckled.

“No, just me.”

“Fuck off you-“ But whatever it was you were going to call him flew from your mind as his tongue licked up your sex, and grazed against your clit, teasing it with quick, hardly there flicks which, you were ashamed to say, had you riled up something feral. His hands palmed at your ass, his fingers curling round the outside of your thighs as he quickened his movements, his mouth expertly devouring you, tongue flicking into your entrance as his lips circled that sensitive nub, giving a suck that made you cry out, your back arching off the table, pushing yourself further onto his face.

Mike let out a chuckle which vibrated exquisitely against you and you gasped again, your hands slapping onto the cool surface of the table, fingernails feeling the grain of the wood as he upped his efforts dramatically, lips and tongue teasing you in a way that was so delectable it was teetering along that fine line between pain and pleasure. His mouth expertly devoured every inch of you, from your inner and outer pussy lips to the depths of your walls, tongue fucking you like you he was starving, despite the breakfast the pair of you had eaten moments ago.

“Fuck, Mike, I need…” Your voice was croaky, the words sounded far off as they bounced around your lust addled brain and once again he chuckled.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah you arrogant sh-oooh fuck!” You cried as he gently nipped your clit. “Shit!”

You were willing yourself to remain grounded, wanting to prove him wrong but you couldn’t. You couldn’t fight the urge you felt to ride over the edge which was building like a fire inside you. When his mouth was over you completely once more, tongue deep, you felt him move one of his hands and his thumb pressed against your clit, before the pressure eased off and his tongue slipped away.

"Okay, okay you win, Mike, please for the love of God!” You groaned and with a final, maddeningly smug chuckle he dove back in, only this time when you felt your orgasm brewing he didn’t stop. One of your hands flew to his hair, pulling lightly on his soft, spiky strands and he gave a growl as you tugged, his efforts doubling once more as his beard scratched against your sensitive pussy and inner thighs. The coil in your belly was tightening, your entire body quivered and with a final flick of his tongue you gave a cry as your orgasm crashed over you. Your toes curled into his back just below his shoulders, your own back arched as your walls clamped down over nothing, the room fading out as everything went silent and the lights erupted in front of your eyes, your entire body feeling like you were floating.

Mike grinned, guiding you through your release before he stood up, pulling you further to the end of the table as he undid the flies on his trousers, freeing his painfully hard erection. The swollen head of his dick gently swirled around your folds before he buried himself inside you, groaning as he felt you fluttering around him in the after throes of your orgasm. You let out a low groan and finally opened your eyes, looking up at him as he pounded into you, fully clothed, those fucking suspenders that drove you wild still looped over his shoulders.  

He slid one, large hand under your back and pulled you up causing you to cry out as he drove deeper into you, his hand on the base of your back pulling you up and towards him as he dipped his head to give you a dirty, sloppy kiss whilst he rolled and thrust into you. Then His lips moved down, nipping at your neck, his breath hot on your ear as your head fell back, a low moan rumbling in his throat.

“God, I love seeing you like this, fucking wrecked all because of me.” His panted words made you groan even more as the heat in your groin was beginning to mount again. “Makes me higher than any fucking drug ever could.”

His thrusts continued, hard, deep, and you felt his dick throbbing inside you as he drove up against your spot, his lips back on yours as he kissed you hard, swallowing the pants and whimpers you were making as you began to teeter on that cliff edge again. With a deep roll of his hips you let out a low wail and came, once more, your core spasmed around him as your entire body tingled, and that was enough for him to follow you. With a powerful thrust he stiffened, a low grunt stuttering from his lips as he pulsed inside of you, his hips growing sloppy before they stopped completely. His chest heaving, he pressed his forehead to yours, the pair of you gasping for breath as you came down from your high.

“Shit, Mike.” You managed to stutter as he grinned, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. “That was…”

“Yeah, I was pretty good.” He chuckled and you slapped his arm as he moved and pulled out of you. You straightened your robe and stood up, wincing as you felt his release trickled down your inner thigh.

“I need another shower.” You grumbled, before you glanced at his crotch, the damp patch where he’d pressed against you was clear as day. “And you should probably change your trousers.”

Mike glanced down before his eyes met you, and he shrugged. “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll go into the office like this and then every time I see it I’ll be reminded exactly what a damned good breakfast I had this morning.”

You blinked before you shook your head, scoffing. “You’re gross.”

He laughed. “You love it, Sweetheart.”

“I love you.” You corrected, your hands sliding up over his shoulders and he smiled, a pure, innocent smile that made him look like a schoolboy before he took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, pulling away, his nose bumping against yours.

“I love you too.” He whispered, his eyes locking onto yours. “Now go, before I decide to play hooky for the day.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Weiss.” You smirked, before with one final quick peck you left the room.

Mike watched you go, before he ran his hands through his hair and turned to glance around the kitchen, his eyes falling to the table he’d just fucked you senseless on.

He should probably clean that before he went to work…

[your-world-with-nct]

💌 • 5:10pm

browsing the colourful shelves, you spotted boyfriend!lucas’ favourite cereal, groaning when you realised that it was the only box left and it just had to be on the top shelf. silently struggling, you rose to your tiptoes, aimlessly swiping your arm in case it caught the box, yelping when it came crashing down on you, before falling into your trolley.

unlike the cereal box, your landing wasn’t as graceful, your legs fumbling as your delayed reflexes tried to defend your head a second too late, preparing yourself to feel the cold, hard floor beneath you.

instead you were met with lucas’ strong arms supporting your back, lifting you back up until you had regained some sort of balance, “you know you could’ve just asked me to get it, bun.”

you rolled your eyes at his teasing smirk - you knew how much your boyfriend loved being your hero, and he knew how much you hated asking for help - a perfect combination, really, “i was doing just fine, y’know.”

“okay, tell that to the dent in my coco pops rocks,” lucas pouted as he smoothed out the flattened corner, taking your spot and pushing the trolley himself, “hopefully your big head didn’t change how good these taste.”

you gasped dramatically, hitting your boyfriend’s arm, resulting in him picking up his speed and turning into the next aisle.

“huang xuxi, you and your tiny ass head need to slow down, wait up!” you yelled, unbothered by the attention you were drawing from various other shoppers, slowing down once you realised that lucas didn’t get that far before stopping.

just as you were about to scold him for insulting your head size, which was nothing compared to zhong chenle’s, he turned around holding out a small skewer that he had picked up from the table of food samples to you, “y/n, taste this, we should buy it, it would be perfect for a barbecue!”

“baby, the weather is always in the negatives and there’s still a pandemic going on, when would we have the time to—”

you were quickly silenced by the piece of grilled meat lucas shoved in your face, to which you obediently opened your mouth to eat it, overestimating how big the piece was and accidentally biting his fingers.

he jerked back, shaking his hand and dramatically yelping in pain, as you couldn’t help but laugh at the predicament and the lady who was working the stall’s reaction to the boy acting as if his hand had been bitten off by an alligator.

“i’m sorry!” you wheezed in between chuckles, reaching for lucas’ ‘injured’ hand and kissing his reddening fingertips, “i didn’t think it was gonna be that small of a piece, babe.”

“yeah sure, ’cos that definitely wasn’t you getting back at me for insulting your gargantuan head,” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, before turning on his heel and pushing the trolley.

it was clear that he was joking, but you still wanted to make it up to him. you picked up a large pack of gummy bears that lucas always asked you to buy for him whenever you were out buying snacks to stock wayv’s pantry, wordlessly tossing it into the cart.

by the way his eyes widened and the massive smile he flashed at you, you knew you were immediately forgiven, continuing with the rest of your shopping.

“hey, bun, i need to go the bathroom,” lucas’ voice tickled your ear, his head balanced on your shoulder as you browsed the different types of pasta, wondering which one you should get.

“hm? okay, i’ll stay in this aisle so you can find me,” you dismissed, before googling what pasta worked best in the recipe you were going to try.

it took quite some time to find the bathroom since he had never visited this specific market before, but once lucas was done with his business, he ventured around the store, trying to remember where the pasta aisle was.

“i swear it was aisle 37,” he muttered to himself, keeping his eyes peeled for your recognisable tote bag that you always kept with you, hoping that once he saw the eye-catching design, he’d be able to find you.

more than five minutes had passed since lucas left, so you shrugged it off and decided to leave the dreaded pasta and instead went to the dairy section, brushing it off as your boyfriend finally digesting the numerous dishes he ate for lunch.

checking the grocery list on your phone, you noticed that it had been almost fifteen minutes since you last saw your gentle giant of a lover. your finger hovered over his contact name, but you never ended up pressing it, jumping as you heard your name resonate from the overhead speakers.

“y/n l/n, your son is waiting for you at the fromt desk, please come and collect him,” the voice echoed, and you had never been more confused in your life… until it clicked.

you picked up your pace and before you knew it, you saw your six foot boyfriend sitting on the counter, swinging his long legs back and forth, with his head bowed and his bottom lip jutting out, “xuxi!! angel, what are you doing here? i told you to come back to the pasta aisle - i was waiting there for like five minutes?”

he jumped down from his seat, although there wasn’t much distance between him and the ground, embracing you, “i got lost, bun, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry you. this hyung found me and said he’d announce on the intercom hoping you’d come for me, and you did!”

lucas’ hold tightened and you felt his grin against your shoulder, “well, i’m here now, you big baby, no need to apologise, i’m just glad you’re okay.”

grocery trips with your boyfriend were always an adventure; despite the chaos, there was nobody else who made you feel as young and free as lucas did, he was your youth.

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Carolina

Marine Biologist AU that no one asked for but I wrote because I miss my second home. Probably two parts.

Very brief mention of a family members death

"Hi welcome to-" Leo stopped his normal speech when he was met with the two most gorgeous men he had ever laid eyes on. "Welcome to the Fort Fisher aquarium. I'm your tour guide Leo and this is Regulus." He somehow managed to snap out of his shock even though the greeting was all muscle memory.

“Two guides. Must be special." The red haired one laughed a laugh that made doves fly. "I'm Finn." He shook their hands.

"That and both of us wanted a break from sticky children trying to swim with the sharks and gators." Reg smiled.

"Sharks? Like ocean sharks? And ocean alligators?" The shorter one asked in shock and a lot more than a sprinkle of fear.

'Fuck he's adorable' Leo swore internally. "Alligators are typically fresh water reptiles but if you are asking if they are real sharks and alligators, than no. They're they’re hyperealalistic mechanical sculptures." He kept a straight face.

"Cute and funny." Finn flashed him a smile after another angelic laugh.

Leo had to remind himself to not die right then and there.

“Don't worry, Logan" Finn told the other one. "I'll protect you from the scary teeth, baby."

Now Leo was sad.

“Oh yeah, right after you stop ogling over our hot tour guide."

Now Leo was slightly less sad and confused.

“Actually." Regulus pulled out his phone. "Our manager just texted and said he needs someone in the gift shop. Have fun." He left with a pat on Leos back.

Leo glared as he walked away, they didn't get texts from anyone for any assignment. Hence the walkie talkies on their belt loops.

“So, follow me and we can start the tour." +++

“This is our 235,000 gallon tank." Leo stood over top of the two story tall tank. In here we have our eagle rays, round stingrays, whiptail stingrays, hammerhead sharks, sandbar sharks, sand tiger sharks, hammerhead sharks. We also have two moray eels and an abundance of fish including shanks and groupers. And a personal favorite, Sheldon the green sea turtle.” Leo stood on the rusted grate with ease as if he didn’t care about the hammerhead only a few feet away from his toes.

“Um, this is great and all but can we not stand on the edge without a railing?” Logan stayed as far away as he could an the 2 feet wide walkway.

“You’re completely safe don’t worry.” Leo flashed a reassuring smile.

“Okay yeah but-”

“Stop being a baby, Lo.” Finn poked his side.

“I’m sorry I’m scared of falling into a 23 foot deep death cylinder filled with sharks.” Logan defended himself.

“Alright we can go officially start the tour.” Leo laughed. “But we do have to walk across the tank.”

“We what?” Logan asked.

“It’s okay. Just don’t look down.” He decided to risk a wink.

“Listen to the hot guide, babe.” Finn kissed Logan’s cheek. “I’ll hold your hand.”

“I love you, Harzy. But I do not trust you enough to not try and scare me.”

“I promi- no I don’t. Fine.” Finn whined when his plans were spoiled.

“Alright, let’s go.” Leo laughed.

They got across the walkway with only a few exaggerated wobbles to scare Logan. And a very grumpy Logan when Leo told him there was another way around the tank.

+++

“So here we have our bald eagle Maverick.” Leo walked up to the opened enclosure. “He’s five years old and has been here since he was two. He was found on the side of the road nearly starved after being hit by a car. If you look at his left wing you can see it juts out a little. That is due to the bones fusing together incorrectly and it makes him unable to ever fly again.” He recited the well known script.

“Poor baby” Finn stuck his bottom lip out.

Leo blinked away the urge to kiss the sad look off his face.

“If we walk up here you can see the aquariums prized possession.” Leo smiled. “Luna the albino Alligator.”

“Oh my god.” Finn hurried over to the glass.

“She looks like you, lover. Pale as fuck.” Logan teased.

“Luna is one of just 100 recorded albino alligators world wide.”

“World wide?” Logan asked in shock.

“Yeah. It’s an extremely rare genetic mutation and due to the inability to hide from predators they’re numbers are next to zero. Very soon they’ll be no more albino gators.”

“What happened to that alligators toes?” Logan pointed at the dark green alligator.

“That’s Gantur. He still hasn’t learn that Luna’s the leader.”

“She bit them off?” Logan’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t underestimate her. Ready to continue?”

+++

“This is my favorite exhibit.” Leo’s face lit up as they walked up to the touch pool.

“Touch anything as long as you use two fingers and don’t pick anything up.”

“Are those stingrays?” Finn pointed towards the end of the touch pool.

“Yeah. They’re still babies and their stingers have been trimmed. Their barbs are like thumbnails and can be clipped monthly without any harm.”

“What are those?”

Leo’s face lit up impossibly more.

“These are horseshoe crabs.” He held onto one of the dark greenish brown banjo shaped creature.

“They are also called living fossils due to the fact that they haven’t evolved at all since the dinosaurs, around 450 million years. It’s mostly due to the fact that they didn’t need anything added or taken away for survival. They were made perfectly. Now their tails.” He pointed to the long stick like end as it moved around with the help of what looked like scaley gills. “Most people look at it and think it will hurt. But it won’t hurt at all. They are extremely, extremely clumsy and use the long tail to flip themselves back over.”

“Sounds like you.” Finn kissed Logan.

“Rude.” Logan scoffed.

“Horseshoe crabs aren’t actually crabs at all. They’re actually more closely related to scorpions and spiders. Watch.” Leo smirked and flipped it over.

There were five pairs of claws moving around as the gills moved up and down like abs, causing the tail to move with it.

“Here-” Leo grabbed Logan’s hand, he tried hard to ignore the way his skin burned. “Touch it.”

“Oh no I’m okay to just look.”

“Come on, just touch it.” Leo begged. “Please just touch it.” He pouted.

“Oh my fuck you’re adorable.” Logan voiced Leo’s exact same thoughts from before.

“Here” he blushed and bit his lib to contain the smile. “Touch it.” He guided Logan’s hand down to the center of the legs, desperately trying to not think about how close they were. Logan’s t-shirt touching his blue polo shirt with his name stitched in the side. The way he could feel Logan’s breathing against his side, the way his leg was pressed between Logans le- stop it.

“Eww that feels weird” Logan’s laughed raised goosebumps on his arm.

“You’re touch his mouth.”

“Ew ew ew ew” Logan pulled his hand away quickly as Finn cackled.

“You asshole” Logan laughed as he pushed Leo lightly.

“Sorry, but it’s funny.” Leo laughed.

“You are now my second favorite person on earth.” Finn put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Oh my god I’m crying.” He wiped his eyes.

“Wouldn’t mind if he stayed our favorite.” Logan smiled.

Leo blushed and moved onto the regular view of the huge tank.

+++

“So how’d you get a job here?” Logan asked Leo as they walked around.

“I’ve lived on the island my whole life and started volunteering here when I was 13.” He explained. “I’m going to UNCW for marine biology. Are you two just here for vacation? Even though it’s April.”

“No. We’re actually moving down here. My grandparents owned the arcade on the boardwalk and left it to me once they passed.” Finn told him.

“Oh. I’m sorry about their passing.”

“It’s okay. Didn’t really know them at all.”

“Well I’ll hopefully see you around.”

“Maybe you don’t have to hope.”

Leo tilted his head in confusion.

“We were just wondering if you would want to show us around the island.” Logan told him. “We’ve only been here for a few days and this is the first place we’ve been to. Not even the beach.”

“Oh that’s nearly a sin.” Leo teased. “I’d love to show you guys around. I get off in an hour.”

“Perfect.” Finn said happily. “Do you want to drive over to our house and then switch cars or do you need to change?”

“That’ll work. There’s a locker room and since there’s next to no one here considering the time of year Evan will probably let me leave early.” Leo couldn’t hide his smile as they walked into the brightly lit gift shop.

Logan let out a loud gasp and ran over to the 6 foot long jellyfish stuffie. “I want it.”

“It’s tentacles are going to strangle you, love.” Finn shook his head.

“Kinky” Logan wiggled his eyebrows.

Finn scoffed as three other people in the quiet store laughed.

“Oh hi again Regulus.” Logan smiled at the black haired man who was sitting on the countertop beside the register tossing a brightly colored foam ball with turtles on it between his hands.

“Hey” He smiled back.

“What’d they need help with down here?” Finn looked around the empty room cluelessly.

“He didn’t help me?” The girl beside him raised an eyebrow. “Hi, Rue by the way.” She waved before going back to glaring at Regulus. “Did Evan tell you to help me?”

“No.” Reg smirked. “Just wanted to leave Leo alone with his crushes.”

“Reg” Leo pushed him.

“It’s mutual.” Finn said and Logan nodded.

“Okay. I’m gonna go ask Evan if I can get off early so I can show you a tour of the island and then get changed and I’ll be back down.” Leo changed the subject quickly.

“They’ll show you a tour of their bedroom and then get you off early.” Rue said quietly but not quiet enough. Leo shoved her hard as Logan, Finn, and Reg cackled.

+++

“So are we ready?” Leo walked back down in shorts and a UNCW t-shirt.

A cropped UNCW t-shirt.

“Uh- yeah. Yeah. Um, yeah.” Finn stuttered failing to make it look like he wasn’t staring at Leo’s tan abs.

Finn on the other hand had no shame. His eyes raked his entire body as his mouth went dry.

“Alright. I’ll follow you guys?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Logan nodded.

“Get it Knut.” Reg cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted as they left the gift shop and headed outside to the 100 degree weather.

@lumosinlove

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Ateez: Their GF Has Superpowers

Kim Hongjoong:

It was after a party that you guys had with the boys that he found out. They were in the process of cleaning up, and all that was left was to take down the balloons, which he was doing. Being bored with nothing to do, you absentmindedly began to play around with a few decorations, making them float around in mid air. It was Wooyoung's piercing scream that had everyone's attention on the floating confetti that currently was making weird shapes.

"I fucking told you that old lady looked like a witch! But you still bought the decorations from her!" Mingi began exclaiming, as he shielded himself behind Yunho's body.

"How was I supposed to know she'd voodoo curse them?!" Hongjoong tried defending himself, but was scared to death as well.

Coming out of your trance, you realized you had to come clean about your telekinetic powers before they developed high blood pressure.

"Guys it's not demons...... it's me." You let out a sigh.

"Babe, now is not the time for jokes! The room has bad vibes and we gotta call an exorcist!" Hongjoong wasted no time and threw you over his shoulder as they all made a break for the door.

You protested, saying you'd prove it by opening the door, which you did, leaving them all stunned and frozen in place. You finally convinced him after moving objects that he asked you to move. Realization hit him that his girlfriend has super powers. He'd be so upset that you never told him.

"And in the 2 years we've been dating, you couldn't mention that fact instead of making me believe that other demons besides San existed?!"

Park Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa had a very loving and open relationship, full of trust, neither of you hiding anything from the other..... Well except the fact you have the ability to know what anyone is thinking, even from kilometers away. You could just block it out, but being curious, more often than not, you found yourself wanting to know what your boyfriend was thinking. Even when he was away on tour, you connected your mind to his. Needless to say, sometimes there were some very impure thoughts at times, not that you minded.

It was one night, you two almost nearing your first year anniversary. Seonghwa and you were cuddled up in bed, just looking at each other and placing innocent kisses. But you knew better, you could hear how Seonghwa wanted to go further but obviously wasn't going to, thinking you weren't ready.

"I am ready and I want to." You casually blurted out.

"What?" He simply asked.

"I know you want to go further, and I want to as well." You assured him.

He blushed a little and ruffled your hair. "Wow it's like you can actually read my mind."

Biting down on your lip, you looked back up at him. "I can....."

Of course, he only released a soft chuckle, thinking you were obviously joking, cause no one can read minds. You proved that to be untrue, citing down examples of times you read his thoughts. You even made him think of several things, some deemed impossible to guess, and accurately relayed those thoughts into words. You left him stunned for sure, even flustered by your ability.

"Does that mean you even heard what I was planning to get you as an anniversary gift?" He asked, genuinely worried the surprise was ruined.

You poked his nose, assuring him you won't find out.

Jeong Yunho:

To say that Yunho loved how small you were compared to him is an understatement. He adored how tiny you were, it made him feel like your knight in shining armor, your personal protector and boosted his confidence in you needing him for stereotypical manly things, such as opening a jar a pickles.

What Yunho didn't know was that even though you seemed tiny and fragile, you possessed super human strength. You rarely showed it off though, preferring to keep a low profile and if it made your boyfriend happy, why spoil it? Unfortunately, your boyfriend likes to be spontaneous, dropping in on you randomly. It was during one of those surprise visits that he witnessed your true potential, in the form of you lifting up your marble dresser with one hand, like it was nothing more than a basketball. He just stood there with his mouth open, silence for what seemed an eternity.

"Well say something!" You finally exclaimed, hating the silence.

"How long have you had that power?" Yunho simply asked.

"Since birth........ are you mad?" You wondered if he'd be upset about finding out this information.

Instead, he just picked you up and spun you around rather happily.

"Are you kidding?! My tiny girlfriend has super strength! Is there anything cooler than that?"

Yes, he was ecstatic about this discovery.

"Do you know what this means?!" He asked you.

"What?"

"You'd beat Jongho in an arm wrestling match! Oh how I'd love to see his shocked face" A mischievous grin spread across his face just picturing the maknae's face.

"The possibilities are endless baby!"

Kang Yeosang:

You had a super natural ability of healing faster than any human possibly could. If a bullet shot you, you'd feel it as nothing more than a punch and in a couple hours you'd be perfectly fine. Not that the situation ever happened, just an example. And you weren't really the clumsy, accident prone type, so rarely ever needed to make use of your ability.

Which is why you often forgot about it and therefore never told Yeosang about your special gift. But it became known when he was playing around in the company building. While distracted by something, he left his skateboard on top of the stairs, and you happened to be walking over to see him. Holding a bucket of chicken, you didn't see his skateboard and therefore tripped on it, causing you to fall down an entire flight of stairs. Yeosang ran over to you, panic all over his face thinking about all the damage you probably had, he definitely heard bones cracking. But to his surprise, you sat up just fine, only rolled your shoulders back, looking in mint condition.

"You literally just fell down about 20 stairs, how are you not dead?" He questioned you.

You then remembered about your super natural healing and proceeded to explain why you're fine to him. He was silent for a while, but then nodded in understanding.

"Are you sure you're fine? Nothing's broken?" He was still worried about your well being.

"Just my shoulder popped out of place, but I put it back when I rolled them back." You assured him that you were fine and he had nothing to worry about.

You did however scold him for leaving his things scattered randomly. Had it been anyone else, he probably would have been guilty of an accidental murder.

Choi San:

Growing up, you enjoyed your ability to become invisible, both figuratively and literally. You liked keeping to yourself and didn't mind that no one ever noticed you. However someone did notice you eventually, and his name was Choi San. His eyes were always on you since day one and you were all he could see. It took a while, but he finally won you over and the relationship was going wonderful.

The problem arose when he started becoming more bold, more teasing towards you, that's when you weren't able to keep secret that you could disappear into thin air. Knowing fully well you just finished showering and were probably changing right now, he decided to 'accidentally' walk in on you naked. As soon as he opened the door though, the cheeky grin he had was replaced by utter confusion when you turned invisible before he could even get a good look at you.

"Holy crap! What the-!" He could not process what happened and became even more scared when all he heard was your voice telling him to get out and wait for you in the living room.

After putting on clothes and calming him down, you told him that you had invisibility powers. San was amazed and curious about your strange yet unique ability. He proceeded to ask you many questions, which you happily answered to him.

"Ok but if you turn invisible right now, would I be able to touch you?" He asked, while simultaneously reaching his hand to your face.

Song Mingi:

You honestly loved your ability to fly. Sometimes if you had a bad day, you'd just go to a secluded area and fly around without a care in the world. It proved to be somewhat therapeutic for you when you were stressed or sad. You hardly needed to make use of it after meeting Mingi, he was such a ray of sunshine and always there for you, that he became what you needed if you were having a tough time. He never knew about that part of your life of course.

Until one day when he was busy with schedule and you felt bored. You found yourself walking to your favorite place and began reminiscing about old times. Soon you were just happily flying around, thinking no one was around to see you enjoy what you had missed for a while. But Mingi saw. After a canceled schedule, he went looking for you, and having mentioned before that this was your go to place, he went looking for you. He did found you, flying around trees and seeing how gravity didn't affect you at all. Once you finally noticed him, you panicked and came straight back to solid ground.

"How, how long have you been watching?" You fidgeted nervously with your fingers.

"A good 5 minutes." He simply replied.

Your heart sank. What if he didn't like you after this? What if he thought you were weird? What if he would never want to see you after this?

He seemed to notice what you were thinking and he was quick to push your worries aside, pulling you into an embrace and kissing the top of your head. That said it all for you. He loved you and this wasn't gonna change anything.

"So.....by any chance, can you hold my hand and take me flying with you?"

Jung Wooyoung:

You came from a family of shape shifters. Your parents, siblings, aunts and uncles, could all shift into some type of terrifying beast. Wolves, tigers, lions, alligators, bears, you name it. So why the hell were you only able to transform into a weak little kitten? It was embarrassing for you growing up and for that reason you avoided shifting all together, it caused you to have low self esteem.

When Wooyoung came into your life, it was like a breath of fresh air. He made you feel beautiful in every possible way and suddenly you were more confident in yourself. Wooyoung never questioned what made you so insecure, knowing you wouldn't want to talk about it. Eventually he had to find out though, and he did during a family gathering of yours. While he was looking around the pictures, he noticed a lot were of fearsome animals. When he questioned you about it, you took a deep breath, and pointed out that they were your family. He didn't believe you obviously, until he witnessed for himself a few of your relatives morphing into their animal forms. He was genuinely intrigued by this and of course, wanted to dug deeper.

"So what do you turn into?"

You simply turned away, not wanting him to know and refusing every time he asked.

"Why not?!" He screeched.

"Because it's embarrassing!" You hollered.

"Come on! I just saw your grandfather turn into a black bear and scratch his ass on a tree, how embarrassing could it be?"

Sighing softly, you gave up and slowly morphed into the tiniest and cutest ragdoll kitten he had seen. A smile crept up on his face, before bursting into laughter.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny!" Your squeaky kitten voice piped out.

"I'm sorry baby! It's just that it's too adorable!" He was definitely enjoying this.

Choi Jongho:

Speed was your thing. There was nothing that was faster than you on this earth. And it was somewhat euphoric for you. The adrenaline that rushed through you every time you ran faster than light was indescribable. You often wanted to show off your skills, but avoided it knowing how nosey people could be.

You felt attracted to Jongho because of his strength. You often wondered if maybe he was just like you, but you found out that wasn't the case. He had his limits. But you didn't. Of course, you wanted to tell him, you felt sure he wouldn't judge you or pester you about your speed. But you could never find the right moment. It came spontaneously, like the many things in your life. It was when you were watching him workout. Repairs were being made on the ceiling and that's what caused a small piece of it to fall off, almost landing on Jongho had it not been for you pushing him to the opposite side of the room, you landing on top of him.

He just blinked as he processed what just happened.

"Did you just yeet us into another dimension?" He chuckled.

You blushed and laughed softly before proceeding to tell him everything. He didn't need any more proof than what just happened.

"I always knew you were my special girl." He winked at you.

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[binniedeactivated]

048 + Yeonjun.

「 ► 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

► 048: "we accidentally got married in vegas oops" 🖇

►𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

► 𝐰/𝐜:700

√  𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 」

a/n; half of this is inspired by the movie hangover, if you haven’t seen it I really advise you to see it b/c it’s the funniest movie everrrr

“oh my god”. you whined, feeling your head pound as soon as you fluttered your eyes open. the sun was vivid and practically burning through the glass of the hotel window and as much as you wanted to go and shut the curtains you couldn’t. you were in too much pain to do anything. you looked over next to you to see the bed empty which was weird because you could’ve sworn you flew to vegas with your boyfriend yeonjun.

as soon as you get up you flop back down just to hold your pounding head with your hands. “shit..”. you grumble, opening the drawer beside you to see if you at least packed any painkillers. you cursed under your breath once you found out you hadn’t. “junnie! my head hurts did you pack pain meds?”. you yelled. you finally stumble to your feet and to your luck almost tripping over a liquor bottle. you caught yourself just in time though and you thank god you had, otherwise you would’ve face planted right into the plasma tv.

even though your vision was a bit blurry you could still the see the hotel room which was a complete hot mess. there were clothes and shoes everywhere. liquor bottles and blankets and pillows and containers of food filling the tables. and the worse part about it was that you couldn’t even remember what the hell happened last night. all you remember was you and jun going into a casino. everything else besides that was a blur. “yeonjun! did you leave?”. you yell once more finally approaching the bathroom door. you rubbed your eyes  and twisted the knob.

as soon as you opened the door you heard something snap at you. which was weird. yeonjun had never made that kind of noise before. you rubbed your eyes a bit harder and let them focus on what was actually in front of you. and god, you wished you could’ve stayed blind. you immediately shrieked and jumped back onto the rolling chair with fear eating you alive.

“yeonjun wake up!!”. you call out to the pink haired boy who was currently asleep inside the bathtub behind it. “there’s an alligator in the fucking bathroom!”. with a loud snore he finally flutters his eyes open and immediately clutches his head in pain. “shit babe...”. he says tiredly looking around. “why are you yelli--HOLY SHIT”. he shrieks once he locked eyes with the snappy reptile that was on a leash tied around the toilet. “what the fuck is an alligator doing in here?!”. he says backing himself on the shower wall trying to keep himself away from it as much as possible. for some reason, as if you weren’t far from it already you backed up further.

“I DON’T KNOW! DID YOU BUY AN ALLIGATOR LAST NIGHT?!”. you scream frantically.

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW EITHER! I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED!”.

“FUCK”.

“JUST HELP ME OUT OF HERE!”.

“HOW?!”.

“I DON’T KNOW JUST DISTRACT IT WHILE I JUMP ON THE SINK!”.

you stared it in it’s beady eyes watching it eye you as you slowly jumped off the chair and made a run for it. you looked around for something and found yourself quickly clutching a shoe off the ground. you head to the bathroom and throw it at it. “HERE PLAY WITH THE SHOE!”.

“BABE!! WHY ARE YOU THROWING SHIT AT IT IT’S GOING TO MAKE HIM ANGRY!”. yeonjun yells in fear with his foot on the toilet seat. the both of you watch it slowly crawl up to sniff the shoe for a bit and yeonjun decided to hop on the toilet seat. the noise he made however drew the alligator’s attention back to him and yeonjun holds his breath trying to be as calm with you as possible.

“please go get something else to distract this reptile before I die today”.

you run back to go fetch some food containers and spill the contents all out on the floor in front of the animal who was completely distracted by the meat at least. yeonjun used this time to crawl on the sink discreetly while still staring at it as if he were on some type of spy mission.

“baby on the count of three i need you to pull me out of the bathroom and i’ll shut the door”. he whispers.

“jun you’re too heavy!”. you whisper back still watching it sniff the food.

“just do it!”.

“fine!”.

“okay! you ready!? 1...2...”.

you breathed before he got to three and you felt his body jump into your chest. surprisingly you caught him and he slammed the door behind him indeed but that didn’t keep you both from tumbling on the floor. as scared as you both were as soon as yeonjun landed on your chest you two breathlessly laughed into one another’s neck.

“oh my gosh what the fuck happened last night”.

“your dumb ass adopted a reptile”. you chuckle.

“I did not---i swear I didn’t...I think”.

“whatever happens, we have to find a way to get it out of here. as soon as my head stops pounding”.

“your head hurts too? we must’ve got shit faced drunk last night. my brain has a heart beat”. yeonjun sighs layed his face down on the side of your cheek. “I’ll get us some medicine alright?”. he assures now perking his head up to peer down at you.

“thank you junnie. I feel like i’m going to die”. he smiles before pecking your lips softly. his thumb brushes over your chin. “even though I shouldn’t get you anything since you were so comfortable with the idea of me dying in there”.

you laugh, “I was scared! yeonjun. it’s not everyday you walk in the bathroom and see an all--”. you pause feeling sickness overwhelm you all of a sudden. you hold your stomach and gag. yeonjun quickly grabs a nearby trash can and you take advantage, puking your guts out. he holds your hair behind your head to keep it from getting dirty.

“we have to get you those meds soon baby. I’m going to go to the store right now”. you nod and take ahold of your hair while jun grabs his jacket from the pile of clothes on the floor. “damn this room is a train wreck”. on his way out of the door yeonjun heard a soft whine coming from the closet. he froze in place to see if he heard it again.

“babe? do you hear that?”.

you cough while clutching your upset stomach. you were going to start talking but you ended up throwing up more instead. once yeonjun heard the whine again he slid open the closet door. his eyes widened at the infant softly crying in her car seat.

you wiped your mouth with a nearby napkin. “what is it jun?”. he picked up the car seat that had a paper sticking on top of it, which he snatched off and proceeded reading. your eyes grew as wide as moons.

“is that a baby?!”. at the sighting of you her almond shaped eyes looked around curiously before she started crying again. you search around for some type of hand sanitizer and clean them thoroughly before you grab the car seat from jun. you unstrapped her and slid her out, holding her to your chest and patted her back delicately. she looked as if she were at least three months old.

“oh my god we have to figure out whose child this is. and on top of that she’s probably hungry. ugh junnie when you go to the store can you get some baby formula?”. other than the fact that she wasn’t yours you thought she was so pretty. she had smooth caramel skin and soft curly hair. she was a blasian baby. she kind of reminded you what you and junnie’s daughter would look like.

you glared up at jun who seemed awfully quiet behind the papers.“jun? what is it?”.

he swallows. “first of all, we’re married”. your eyebrows furrowed at the statement. yet he still continues. “and I think she might be ours”.

your heart drops. “what?! what are you talking about?”. he tossed you the marriage certificate and held up another piece of paper.

“her dad left her and her mother couldn’t take care of her anymore---as far i’m concerned she was just trying to give her out to anyone on the street. and apparently we’re the ones who agreed to keep her and signed this paper”.

you swallow hard. “holy shit”.