#i keep being like 'nah i haven't edited this that much' and then i check and i've added 2-300 words somehow 😭

[koinotame]

all yours and all mine

word count: 2.5K content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, alcohol consumption (childe is drunk, but there’s no depiction of drinking itself), vague implication of breaking and entering and subsequent murder, dehumanisation/objectification (not at reader), they/them is used for reader

a/n: this a repost (lightly edited)! and a sequel to this. like the previous installments, you can read this as a modern au but (this one in particular) it'll make much more sense with the previous context. also on ao3! no intruders were harmed in the production of this chapter

"[nameeee]—"

the way he whines out your name, pulling you into stumbling arms before you can say anything in return, is more than enough to tell you ajax is almost definitely drunk.

he giggles when you wrap your arms around his back, then abrubtly stops. "ah wait, your name is sacred and I shouldn’t use it so casually…. I’m sorry, please forgive me, your grace~"

…your grace?

well. that confirms your suspicions, you guess?

"you don’t sound very sorry," you quip without any real malice, trying to close the door with him still wrapped around you. the guy who dropped him off (some friend of ajax’s you’ve seen once or twice before) snickers behind his hand and waves when you shoot him a grateful look.

ajax giggles into the crown of your head. "that’s because I love you~ and I love using your name… but not as much as I love you."

"mhm, I love you t—" you squeak when he suddenly throws his arms around your waist, picking you up and twirling you around. he responds to your protests with more laughter, but he does put you down swiftly and instead stuffs his face into your shoulder.

"they said they love me…. I’m so lucky, ahh." he keeps going before you can ask him about the title he used earlier. "you’re all mine, and I’m all yours."

come to think about it… didn’t he say something similar when he was proposing?

"but," he whispers into your neck like he’s telling you some secret only the two of you can be privy to, "even if you weren’t all mine, as long as I’m all yours, I wouldn’t mind."

he rubs his face across your neck and shoulder like a happy cat marking his owner, his hold on your waist tightening slightly. your hand comes up to cart through his hair, and he starts making some sort of rumbling noise.

is he… is he purring?

you try to push all of that out of your thoughts and focus on making sure he’s okay. "…hey, when’s the last time you drank water?"

he stays quiet for a bit, then speaks up just as you’re about to repeat your question. "I dunno."

you sigh, barely registering the whimper that escapes him. "could you sit down?"

he whines, his arms tightening even more. "I don’t wanna leave you…"

"don’t be like that. you need some water… and some medicine." when he doesn’t move, you decide it’s time to pull out the 'good boy' strategy. "I can’t carry both you and the water, so please be good and go sit, okay?"

he stays quiet for a bit again, before his arms hesitantly retract from you. "mmgh, okay…"

he obediently trots over to the couch (not before shooting you a sad look). by the time you come back, he’s discarded his jacket and shoes. you make a note to move them once you get him tucked in.

"I missed you," he whines out, making grabby hands in your direction.

"it’s been three minutes, you sap."

then, figuring he won’t mind too much, you hook your fingers into his mouth and gently pry it open. he makes some sort of choking noise and immediately propels backwards, covering his mouth with his hands.

for a second you’re worried you went too far, but looking at his face he seems more embarrassed than uncomfortable. his eyes look off to the side, his entire face flushed. "don’t look, I don’t want you to think I’m gross."

biting your tongue, you try to hold back your chuckle. "you’re so adorable I could eat you up."

he whines, hands still covering his mouth, and sinks down into the couch further. "I wish you would…"

it’s a weird thing to say, but you chalk it off to his alcohol-addled brain not being able to convey himself properly.

you reach out the pill to him and he takes it without complaint, swallowing it and then the rest of the glass you hand him. when he pats the space next to him and you sit down, he immediately slides his head onto your lap.

his hand comes up to play with your hair, his gaze wistful and distant.

after several moments of silence, he pipes up quietly. "I was made for you, you know."

"mhm," your hand cups his cheek. "and I was made for you."

he frowns, his hand coming down to press against yours. "no."

you tilt your head. "no?" you know he’s always been more focused on you, but there seems to be something deeper to this than just him having low self worth… but then again, you’ve never been good at reading others.

"no," he repeats, still frowning. "you never understand. I was literally made for you. without you, I wouldn’t exist." his hand drops and he sighs before you have the opportunity to really process his words. "it’s flattering when you say you love me and that you were made for me too, but…"

you don’t say anything, your hands suddenly feeling cold and clammy.

his gaze is intense when it turns to you again. "you should treat me like the tool I am… then I wouldn’t get all confused."

his hand clutches at his shirt, around where his heart is. "every time you treat me so gently, I feel like my insides are exploding. it makes me feel like I’m special…"

he stops for a few seconds, blinking blearily at you.

"…to you. like I’m special to you." he repeats the words as if they’re hard for him to believe, as if he can’t accept that you’d care for him even now. as if the idea of you loving him is entirely foreign to him.

weakly, you swallow. "…you should get to bed."

he groans suddenly, his hand coming to cover his eyes. "uugh, I don’t want to get up… I still need to clean up that pest that broke in…"

he needs to what.

"ajax." you shake him, urgency in your tone. "ajax, what."

he groans again, flopping around a bit. "don’t tell them, they’d just get mad 'nd never approve… if they get mad and hate me, I’ll die."

"no you won’t," you shake him again. he whines. "ajax, what did you do?"

"you don’t understanddd," he starts, dragging his hands down his face in a way that would be comical in any other situation, then rolling over and squishing his face against your tummy. "they’re the reason I was even born. if they get mad… my life is over."

and— you’ve always been aware your fiancé has some problems, and maybe didn’t have the happiest childhood, and has a bad tendency to put you first no matter what, but this is way beyond any of that.

is this… how he’s felt the entire time?

you briefly wonder if you made him feel this way, or if the idea of anyone loving him and treating him kindly is alien to him.

"I was so worried, you know," he starts before you can say anything, "when I first saw them, they didn’t recognise me… or any of the others. but the second I saw them, I knew. that was them. that was who I was born for. my whole life’s purpose."

your breath hitches. how… how are you supposed to respond to that? tears sting at your eyes. maybe it’s ironic of you to feel this way, but you can’t stand how fond he sounds.

"I’m so happy…" his arms tighten around you. "even if they only know me as their sweet roommmate ajax and not the ajax that would give up everything for them, that would take over the world and sacrifice his entire life for them…" he sighs dreamily. "I’m so happy."

the more he talks, the less his words make sense, and the more your stomach drops.

"ajax," you try shaking him again. "come on, get up. you should sleep."

he whines but dutifully unrolls from your stomach, blinking up sleepily at you. then he puts up his fist and goes "woof!"

and, despite everything, you stifle a chuckle.

"come on, big boy, get up." you pat his cheek gently, affectionately.

he makes some noise of complaint but sits up anyway, rubbing at his eye. it’s like he’s forgotten that he thought you were someone else just moments ago. "mmgh, good tools shouldn’t need help from their owners…"

your smile falls. "ajax, we’re engaged. I’m not your owner."

he shakes his head, still facing away from you. "no, you do own me."

nervously, you try, "…you mean your heart?"

his head lolls to the side. "mhm, that too." he adds it on like an afterthoughts, and the heavy feeling in your gut intensifies.

"if we’re engaged… that means you can still return me, right?" he keeps going before you can ask about his word choice or rebuke his thought process. "then I gotta work extra hard to keep appealing to you…"

he starts counting off on his hands. "you don’t like it when I take care of our household, or when I cook for you, or when I get you stuff…" he trails off, then lights up just as you’re about to tell him you don’t dislike him when he does any of that, you just don’t want to take advantage of him. "oh! what about my body?"

his empty eyes stare at you as he brings your hands to the bottom of his shirt. a whine escapes him when you don’t move your hands.

"my body is no good either?"

"your body is fine," you let go of his clothes to intertwine your hand with his. "and I don’t mind if you do stuff for me, really! I just… you’re always so eager, and it makes me feel kind of bad. I don’t want to take advantage of you."

he tilts his head, looking genuinely confused. "why not?"

it’s your turn to blink at him in confusion. "wh… what do you mean?"

he squeezes your hands. "isn’t it good if I’m useful to you…? I’m all yours, you shouldn’t hesitate to use me. I…" he looks away, almost bashfully, though his eyes keep darting back to your face. "want you to take advantage of me. that means I'm useful and worth keeping around, right?"

"that’s, um, why." your throat is dry. "I don’t… I don’t want either of us to think of it as using you."

he stays quiet for a few seconds, and you almost think you’ve finally gotten through to him. "…are you worried about me?" a lovesick smile spreads on his face and he sighs sweetly. "ahh, you’re so sweet, I love you… but I can take it. if I couldn’t, then I’d have no right to call myself yours."

he brings one of your hands to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to it. "being a weapon in this world is no good… but I can at least be a useful tool for you."

he presses another kiss to your other hand. "I want to be useful to you… it’s the least you deserve."

"I don’t deserve this much," you begin but trail off, unsure what words would fit best.

"you do." he insists, holding your stare. "you deserve so much more. if anything, I’m the one who feels selfish."

your throat runs dry.

"you should be living in a palace built especially for you, worshipped by everyone in the land… but here I am, selfishly keeping you to myself and cooped up in this small apartment. I’m greedy, insatiable, and I don’t feel bad about it at all…"

you almost don’t want to ask. "who else would even worship me? I’m really not that special."

"you are," he insists, squeezing your hands. "tons of people would. there’s those people I have the disgrace of calling coworkers, that haughty excuse of a dragon, and…" he trails off, listing some more people you don’t recognise.

it’s definitely not the most outrageous thing he’s said (a dragon? gods? worshipping you? yeah, he’s definitely drunk), but you can’t help but wonder. "aren’t you unemployed?"

he doesn’t say anything, simply staring at your intertwined hands.

"I wish our fates were intertwined like our hands," he says, and somewhere in the back of your head that sparks a small memory. "but the truth is my fate is like a string tangled up in your fingers."

you squeeze his hands in return, and he sighs. you can’t tell if it’s in fondness or something else.

"if I can’t be your tool, can I at least be your loyal knight?"

you hate the part of you that just wants to tell him yes, the part of you that wants to just surrender and stop fighting him. it’s clearly what he wants… but another part of you is just as aware that wouldn’t do any good for either of you.

instead of voicing any of that, you change the subject. "how about you go to bed now?"

he frowns. "just be’cuz my head is all fuzzy doesn’t mean I didn’t mean any of that."

I know, you want to say, and that’s the scariest part.

"ajax, please." he whimpers, but drops the topic.

it’s quiet for a couple more minutes before he pipes up again. "can we at least take a bath together before going to bed? I wanna wash your back and hair."

you sigh, dropping his hands and getting up. "fine, but no more talking about this."

he doesn’t make any noise of acknowledgement, and you’re halfway out the door before you notice. when you turn, he’s staring blankly at his empty hands. "ajax?"

his head snaps to you. "right."

he almost falls asleep while you’re washing his hair, and you’re worried he’ll fall asleep in the bath for real, but he wakes up enough to protest when you try to get out without him having had the chance to return the favour.

you try not to think too much about the claw-shaped scars on his side, about how his earlier comment about some dragon might not have been too farfetched. about how that would even be possible. about what that would mean for how he insists he was made for you.

he asks you if you really don’t like his body ("I’ve honed it for you for years," he insists! you can only hope that’s an exaggeration on his part) again while attempting to dry you off, then starts whining when you don’t answer him.

you usher him to bed while he continues complaining, but he falls asleep fairly quickly once you get him tucked in (and wrapped around you, a fact you’ve come to accept just comes with sleeping with ajax).

it takes you a while longer to clear your own thoughts and nod off. you just hope he won’t remember any of this tomorrow.

wait, your eyes snap open just as you’re on the verge of fully falling asleep, he never answered your questions about that intruder.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #193

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Ladies and gentlemen…” Frank was focused intently on his hands and the desk. “Welcome back to The Frank Program.”

Big Mike had slept in the studio the night before - ostensibly. But he didn’t really get any rest. There were dark bags under his eyes. “Frankie… you’re rolling your own cigarettes now?”

Frank cleared his throat. “Ah… yeah, that’s right.”

He took the ‘cigarette’ and put it in his mouth to light it. He inhaled deeply, held it for a moment, and coughed. In fact, he coughed for a full five minutes before he was able to catch his breath and continue the show.

“Right, uh… our guest today is none other than…” He checked his notes. “Esteemed astrophysician, Dr. Terry Constantine Vernon. Welcome to the show, sir.”

“Thanks.”

Frank took another hit, and handled it much better this time. His eyes were a bloodshot and he yawned, reclining in his chair and stretching his muscles. He said nothing. Dr. Vernon said nothing. Mike broke the silence.

“Dr. Vernon, is there evidence to suggest that there is life after death?”

“No.”

“What about reincarnation?”

“Also no.”

The clock continued ticking, almost seeming to get louder with each tock. Frank seemed oblivious to the fact that he was recording a podcast, and Vernon sat there, just waiting for someone to ask him a question that wasn’t yes or no. Mike began to sweat. He wasn’t used to this length of dead air in his profession. By his count it had been thirty seconds now since any of them said something.

He leaned over to speak to Frank. “Hey buddy, do you have any questions prepared?”

“Eh, who needs that? I usually just ask whatever I’m wonderin’ about.”

“I tried that, Frankie, it’s not working.”

“Then wonder about something else and leave me be.”

“What’s gotten into you, man? Is this about your kid?”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, Mike. Go interview the damn guest.”

Mike shrugged and leaned back into his seat. “Uh, alright… are soulmates a thing?”

Dr. Vernon shook his head.

“You gotta answer out loud. This is an audio podcast.”

“No.”

“What makes you say that?”

“There is no scientific evidence to suggest soulmates - or souls - exist. Pair bonding is a chemical reaction in the brain. Ever heard of oxytocin?”

“Yeah,” Frank said. “I got prescribed some of that after my back surgery.”

Mike glared at him. “Not oxycontin, you idiot.”

Frank rolled his eyes.

“Oxytocin,” Vernon explained, “is often called the ‘love chemical’. That’s absurd of course. That’s quite a complicated function of the brain. But it has been found to correlate with such feelings, notably with romantic couples and between parents and children.”

Frank burst out of his chair and leaned on the table. “Doc, are you saying all I gotta do to get my boy back is dope him up with this oxy whatever?”

“No. I am in no way saying or endorsing that.”

Mike raised his hand. “Would it work on my wife?”

“Absolutely not.”

Frank shook his head. “What good are you, then, anyhow?”

“Why doesn’t one of you ask me something about astrophysics?”

Mike and Frank looked at each other and silently agreed.

“Nah.” Frank said, then took another hit. “This…” He coughed a few times. “This has been… has been The Frank Program.” He started giggling. “Isn’t it funny that I always say the same thing, Mikey? Thanks for letting me be Frank… with you.” Frank’s lower lip quivered. “Daryl came up with that…”

[beyinuo]

there's nothing scary about being on camera anymore. yinuo has recordings of herself from her very first dance practice; nothing can be worse than that? but even now she watches back on those old videos with a smile. she knew nothing back then. to be honest, she still doesn't know much now but the improvement is blatant even to an untrained eye. yinuo can't help but be proud of herself for doing something scary... and ultimately coming out on top.

she's no professional, but she manages to set herself up with a decent setup for filming her audition tape for dreamwave. well, if it can even be called that. she's not sure why it's an interview instead of a test of her skills, but maybe personality is all that's really needed to be an idol these days. yinuo isn't concerned; she has plenty of that.

DREAM COMPANY & SECOND DREAM COMPANY:

"hi!" she beams into the camera, greeting whoever will be watching this with a polite bow. "my name is zhou yinuo, and my korean is better than you'd think, right?" she grins, clearly proud of herself. "if i just came in first place on next gen and had the choice of any axis labels company, i honestly think i'd choose studio delta. but in case that doesn't work out, i think i'd be a good fit for lime entertainment. honestly though, i'd work hard to be successful and happy wherever i might end up!"

PREVIOUS MUSICAL EXPERIENCE: 

"right, my resume. i bet you're wondering how i learned korean too, right? well, a few years ago, i auditioned and got into a little company called kt entertainment. they brought me over to korea where i started training for a girl group they were going to debut. ah, but, you probably noticed, i didn't make the final cut. i didn't fit their concept at the time, i think," yinuo can only shrug; it was disappointing at the time, but these days she sort of thinks it may have been for the best.

"i trained for over a year with them before they finalized the lineup. i left the company shortly after, since it was obvious that i wasn't going to get another chance to debut for a very long time. since then, i've tried to keep up on the skills i've learned with independent practice! you should check out my tiktok if you want to see how many dance challenges i've done since then." the girl winks at the camera, a little cheeky as if she momentarily forgets that this is supposed to be somewhat professional. oh well; she's showing off her personality.

SKILLS: 

"i caught on quickest to dancing when i was training, and i think it's the most fun for me too. i can sing a little bit but i'll be honest and say i could use a lot more practice with that... i haven't kept up on it as much as i've kept dancing in my free time. oh, and i use my voice a lot for my job, i do a lot of talking, so it hasn't been in the best condition... but i'm a quick learner! so don't count me out!" briefly, she wonders if she should get up and show a bit of what she says she can do. but the instructions didn't say to to anything like that, so yinuo makes the choice not to. if they want to see it, they'll have to call her to do it in person.

OTHER TALENTS: 

"i was born and raised in china, so of course i speak mandarin." yinuo pauses to demonstrate briefly, repeating exactly what she just said in a second language just to prove a point. "i've learned some english too... but not enough that i feel confident in showing you," she laughs, a bit embarrassed. should she edit that out? nah, they'll only notice the jump cut.

"oh!" the girl exclaims, suddenly remembering something. "i have an incredible sense of balance. i've never dropped a serving tray no matter what was piled up on it, and i can find the balance point of anything on my hand. it might take me a minute but once i've found it i can keep any object balanced for as long as you want me to!"

FAVORITE ARTISTS: 

"my favorite artist is myself," the girl boasts, though immediately erupts into a fit of giggles. "no, i do have that sort of confidence, but i know i can't call myself an artist yet. of axis' many impressive acts i have to say i'm the biggest fan of goeun, bltz, starlie and prizm, and nina! i love girl groups and soloists and i grew up listening to a lot of them... i also have been really into billie eilish, chapell roan and charli xcx lately... i think i'm having a brat summer," the girl laughs again, pleased with herself for getting the reference in. "oh, i sound like i only listen to girls... may be i do!"

"i hope you enjoyed getting to know a little bit about me, and i hope more that you want to see me again soon," yinuo closes out her questions and answers, her smile never once fading or losing its genuine charm. "thank you for your time!"

[buckybarnesdiaries]

fallin' all in you

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky takes care of you after a hella day.

word count: 1.216.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the best man on earth.

author notes: as i said so, i didn't plan to post anything today but this is a product of my mix of feelings because of my period and the first time (of many) watching monday. i'm drunk too and i haven't re-edited it, so enjoy my little fluffy shit. i love you all. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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It had been a hell of a day in the hospital, running from one side to another and attending a difficult surgery. As soon as you closed the door of your apartment behind your back, you took off your shoes and left them thrown along the hallway, leaving a path of clothes to the kitchen too. Conscious that Bucky would complain about the little mess you had done, you really didn't care about it. He knew you'd have a stressful and long shift. Grabbing a bottle of wine from your personal reserve, you opened it up before continuing your way to the bathroom.

The first sip came while waiting for the tub to be filled with warm, warm water, using one of those bath bombs your sister gave you with a floral smell and rose petal inside it. For a second, your mind blanked, keeping your eyes on the dense bubbles eroding in the middle of the crystal water until turning it completely white. Once it was ready, you didn't lose time on sinking your body to your neck, resting your back against the huge tub, closing your eyes while taking another gulp from the bottle.

The house was silent like a cemetery, just what you needed. Peace, calm, no noise. A minute to relax, feeling the pleasant temperature slackening the contracted muscles in your legs and arms. You rested your drink on the floor, next to the bathmat, to dip your hands and place them on your relaxed thighs.

You weren't sure if you were just too submerged in the nothingness of your mind for too long, after making your brain overwork during the day, or if you really fell asleep in the tub when you heard the front door being closed —but the fact was that the water was a little cold. Tilting your head to the hallway, you just waited with pouty lips and puppy eyes for Bucky to show up. And he did. He did show up with the same gesture on your face, causing in you an exhausted half-smile as he rested his shoulder against the wooden frame, crossed arms.

“Y'know? When I've come and seen all your clothes spread on the floor, I thought you were cheating on me”.

“Yeah, could be an option…”

“But then I thought… what a drag, right…? Fight, packing, move”. Bucky kissed his teeth while squeezing his bottom lip funnily.

“Uh—huh, don't have the energy to breathe, imagine having to bear with you… such a pain in the ass”. You joked, sitting up a little enough to rest your arms on the edge of the tub and your right cheek on them.

“Long day?”

He didn't need to ask and you didn't need to reply using words, the tiredness taking control over your face and body spoke by itself. Bucky removed his jacket to hang it on the doorknob and rolled up the sleeves of his t-shirt to kneel close to you. Beckoning his left forefinger to urge you to turn around inside the bathtub, you gave him your back, curling up your knees to your chest not knowing what he was going to do. But watching his flesh hand borrowing your shampoo, gave you a clue. His iron digits offered you the bottle of wine before taking care of his new mission.

Kissing the back of your head, Bucky focused on rub hand against hand to place them on your hair. His fingertips massaged slowly your scalp, starting by the roots and making some gentle pressure on your temples. It was like a dream, everything you needed at that moment —and everything you deserved. Your boyfriend was such a loving man whenever you needed him to, without asking him to pamper you, Bucky knew exactly at any second what to do to make you feel good, to feel better after a long, tedious day in the hospital.

He washed your hair without any rush, enjoying the intimacy between both inside the bathroom. And you could swear that you were about to fall asleep when he took the wine from you to take a sip and leave it close to the sink, on the floor. Grabbing the showerhead, as he took off the stopper, Bucky checked that the water had a proper temperature on his forearm. Not too hot, not too cold. Rinsing your hair with all the care and tenderness in the world, he helped you to finish your relaxation routine.

“You're a blessing”.

Your boyfriend chuckled because of the delighted purr you let out on his neck, whilst wrapping you in a cozy towel, carrying you onto his arms to your shared bed. Bucky left a kiss on your forehead, disappearing afterward to find one of his shirts to put you on.

“D'your hands hurt?” He asked then, staring at you drying your skin before wearing the piece of clothing he was offering you.

“They're good for now”.

“You sure?” You just nodded as he held them onto his palms to bring them to his lips and kiss them both. “What else can I do for you, darling?”

“Cuddle me?”

You couldn't help but pout again at him. Bucky leaned forward, pressing his lips on yours so loving that the gesture almost dizzy you. Licking his bottom one, almost brushing yours, he nodded one time.

“Lemme take my clothes off”.

You did, tucking in your side of the bed and waiting for him not more than a minute. Your boyfriend locked the front door and turned the lights off before meeting you. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as soon as his strong, toned arms wrapped around you, sticking his bare chest to your back. Bucky intertwined your legs and fingers together, spreading a bunch of tender kisses on the back of your neck.

“What I'd do without you?” You whispered holding back a yawn, feeling warmer by his body and caresses under the clean sheets.

“Wash your hair by yourself”. He chuckled, causing you to turn under his firm grip with a smirk showing up on your mouth.

“And also find my own clothes after the shower”.

“That's obvious”. Your boyfriend replied with a feigned deep tone of voice, stroking your cheek gently using his thumb. “Want to talk 'bout it?”

“About finding my own clothes?”

“Nah, 'bout washing your hair by yourself”.

You both laughed lively, still feeling like you were about to pass out at any moment, shaking your head. You couldn't help but sink your face into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his strong scent under his jawline.

“Sleep now, doll… I take care of you”. Bucky murmured tightly embracing you.

His fingertips roaming your back —as if it was the first time he touched you, with so much delicacy and adoration— caused you to fall asleep in the blink of an eye. Bucky wasn't tired, actually, but watching you sleep peacefully under his caresses and soft kisses was his favorite thing in the world. He used to fall in love with you once and again every single day, but the trust you used to put on him every night when the noise and all the chaos were shut off (...), that made him feel sure that there wasn't a life for him without you.

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[other-cullen-ficrecs]

I can't choose so... angst 8 or comfort 8 XD Adoribull ofc, but you already knew that <3

8. “it hurts.” & 8. “i promise i won’t be mad.”

A true hurt/comfort ask ;) Also, I see you're all giving me prompts that can be easily about Dorian leaving but I already wrote one of those so nah. (PS this one will also be edited later, I just wanted to finish those prompts before falling asleep.)

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"Vishante kaffas! What is wrong with your leg?"

"It hurts," Bull groaned, stumbling despite being help up by Krem and Grim.

"That much seems rather obvious!"

One leg of his hideous pants was stained dark with drying blood and the leg underneath it had to be severely damaged, considering how wobbly it was. Bull was clearly trying to put as little pressure on it as possible and he was moving it oddly as if not fully in control of it.

Dorian looked past him, glancing briefly at Krem who deftly avoided his gaze and settled straight on Stitches.

"We did what we could. Got a mage to help through the worst of it. He will live."

"<i>He will live?!"

"And keep his leg," Stitches assured as if that was so much reassuring when Dorian was just waiting for Bull to meet him as agreed for a few weeks of a romantic get-away.

Dorian planned nice dinners, good wine and passionate nights, not being glad that Bull was only slightly ripped apart.

"... Bring him into the main room, I'll take care of it."

"Hey! I'm fine, don't worry too much about it."

"So help me Maker, make this any more difficult and I'll cut off this leg myself."

"Love the fire, big guy, but you have no idea how tempting it sounds right now."

Dorian only rolled his eyes and led the Chargers and their leader into the cottage. Bull's shuffled slowly, mixing the rose petals spread carefully on the floor with the blood and mud from his shoes.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Kadan," he said as he finally gathered the breath after being put in the armchair in front of the fire.

The Chargers barely nodding at Dorian before slinking away hurriedly. Clearly worried Dorian's wrath will focus mainly on them. He could've sworn Krem had to turn into a rogue for long enough to disappear back out of the door.

"We will camp nearby, next to the river. I will check on him tomorrow, but if anything happens-"

"You will be the first to know."

"Well, I'd like to think I'd be the first to know, after all-"

"No one finds you amusing," Dorian informed him coldly and Bull surprisingly fell silent.

Stitches only nodded and left the house, following the rest of his company.

Dorian pinched the base of his nose, praying for some patience.

"If I promise I won't be mad, will you tell me what happened?"

Bull squinted at him suspiciously.

"Are you promising or saying you could promise?"

"Bull."

The man only sighed, finally dropping the jovial act of an unruly patient and unbeatable mercenary.

"So, there was this dragon-"

"For the love of the Maker, I'm gonna kill you myself!"

"Definitely only saying you can promise then."

Bull sighed in defeat as Dorian only glared at him for a long moment.

"You can't go off fighting dragons, Bull! I know you hate the idea, but you're not getting any younger! You can't be mercenary until you're old and wrinkled! Definitely not the kind that fights dragons! I'm not saying you need to give it all up, I- I know how much it means to you. But we've talked about it, haven't we? About giving more leadership to Krem? Settling down a bit perhaps? What a wild idea!"

The Iron Bull chuckled, carefully stretching his legs, leaning tiredly into the cushions. He looked beat and exhausted but happy for some reason, smiling at Dorian softly. At the moment looking more like a love-sick kid than a weathered veteran.

"Stitches gave you something good for the pain, didn't he?"

"Yeah," Bull agreed with a smile. "I'll be good though, don't worry. I talked with Krem. I will settle down. Just had to kill that one last dragon, Kadan. I'll tell you all about it later."

Dorian rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to fetch their food. He figured they could at least still enjoy that.

[y-jw1]

reaction : encountering a ghost

☆˚ pairing : epex

☆˚ genre : fluff

☆˚ warning : slight horror themes

☆˚ note : i got sm requests to do and i haven't written anything because i was re-editing my account weewoo so i'll try my best to keep them up !

WISH

mans wouldn’t believe in those shit 

like i think he doesn’t 

but he’s still scared deep down 

so one night at c9 entertainment 

i was caught smuggling pcs 

anyways since he was practicing, he’s the last to go home 

so the building is kinda deserted already 

not until dawit heard a weird noise somewhere down the hallway 

he’d probably be frozen and trying to process what’s happening 

will also try to look at the hallway 

not until the sound became weirder and weirder 

now he gets creeped out and walks away quickly, calling their manager to pick him up 

he’ll laugh at himself once he’s at peace already 

thinking it was just his hallucination 

or is it?

KEUM

due to the fact he said he knows a ghost is lurking at the entertainment

i think he won’t be that scared

didn’t he also say he likes those stuff doe??

okay so maybe, just like wish, he’d be going home alone

waiting for the manager

when the elevator door suddenly opens

he turns to greet the person

but saw no one 

it closes again, going down floors

will be confused and won’t even think it was a ghost at first

thought there was an electrical problem

realizes it could be a ghost 

because he told the others

now he’s just traumatizing the others bYEHAHAHHAAH

MU

i feel like mu would be scared of ghosts

like he won’t be the hysterical type of scared

so while he was walking home from the convenience store

it was late at night already

so the streets are kind of quiet and all

and while walking, he sees someone standing a little distance from him

will wonder because the person was wearing all white

shrugs it off and takes his phone

until he looks up and the person was gone??

clearly he’d see if they ran away or something, right?

he’d be frozen in his spot, goosebumps arising

and when he processes it, will run towards the dorms in full speed

wouldn’t tell anyone about it 

but will bring someone with him from now on

A-MIN

nah nah this boy would scream his lungs

okay this will take place at a horror house

and they’d all be going in groups of four

i think he’d act as if he isn’t scared

will probably scare the others before the actual horror house

got bonked by baekseung

so in the actual horror house

they all weren’t expecting it to be that eerie

maybe even thought some people were just overexaggerating 

minwoo would scream loud first when a cold hand touched his ankle

i’m sure the person next to him had his eardrums bursted

because he was screaming so much

would scream more when a ghost pops up in front of his face

BAEKSEUNG

he won’t be that scared

but won’t be that brave either

i see baekseung as the person who’d be scared cutely

so they all were watching a horror movie together

clad in little onesies

when suddenly yewang goes, “ boo!”

popcorn went flying around 

and baekseung would be there, surprised too

gritting his teeth 

and punching little fists

would probably just laugh after awhile

and enjoy the movie

enjoy?? the?? movie??

no he’s hiding his face behind jeff

because what if the ghosts comes out the tv, you know?

AYDEN

will probably just grit his teeth too

before taking a dash for it

so he was alone at the dorms

because he was the first to go home

when someone knocked on the door

wouldn’t think much so he goes up and checks who it is

sees no one so he thinks someone was just playing around

goes back to where he stayed at

not until he hears wish’s voice outside

goes up again to open the door

and sees nothing

so he gets confused and steps out, thinking the members were being playful 

as usual

but he gets a call from dawit saying they were near home already??

ayden would probably be scared 

and lock the doors until the others come

YEWANG

so this boy likes horror movies as said

boy what the hell boy

i assume he won’t be scared of the ghost

but was scared of the person who surprised him 

aka keum

so he was walking around the mv set

imagine the warehouse in lock down music video

when he sees someone by the darker place of the set

just sanding there

thinking they were just a stylist or staff

he calls for them but he gets no response

“ boo! what are you doing here?”

he screams at the sudden intrusion

recovers once he realizes it was just keumdong

“ i think i saw a staff here ─ “

but alas, there was no one at the spot

JEFF

sorry but i see jeff getting scared

i’ll punch whoever scares him yes indeed

okay so he was wandering around the company 

because he was buying water 

when suddenly the lights flickered and all

he’ll immediately think it’s a ghost

so he tries to run to where the others are

but he can’t seem to find them because of the fear seeping in his veins

maybe would cry in fear

i would too, to be honest

until kyungmin finds him while bringing water too

he’d be so happy and will stick to him until they reach their practice room

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ A LOT OF SAND AND WAVES ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: none. Yesterday I went to the beach with my family and that fluffy idea came to me like a flash light. Thanks to everyone who help me to decide!

Word count: about 3.1k

Warnings: none. Just a bunch of fluff.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @thedevilsmoonshine

Masterlist.

“Hey, girl!”

“Hey, what’s up, Leti?”

“Are you working?”

“Yeah, till four, why?”

“Don’ ask me how I did it, but I convinced the guys to go tomorrow to the beach. In San Diego”.

“Sounds good, but I’m not sure if I could go. I have a surgery waiting, and you know…”

“Yeah, your hands. Is it too long?”

“Maybe six or seven hours, not sure”.

“C'mon, mami! You said you don't work until next Thursday!”

Gilly's shouts make you laugh rubbing your eyes.

“Okay I'll try, I'll try. I promise”.

“We will go to Mission Bay. So if you want, we see you there!”

Hanging up the call and giving a last sip to your coffee, you throw the empty paper cup to the bin. Checking the hour on your phone, you know that it's going to be a long, long night. But the idea of spending some time with Bishops makes you tickle in your stomach. Coco introduced you to the crew almost a year ago, like a friend, and he stole your attention. At the first party you joined them, you were almost the whole dawn with him. Dancing, drinking, talking. He was more interesting and funny than you could think, and maybe you felt somekind of connection that you never felt before. So, yes. You would like to go with them, but you have to wait till waking up tomorrow to find out if your hands can handle a four hours trip driving.

“Good morning, bella durmiente! How was the surgery?”.

“Hm… my hands are fucked”.

“So, it went well, we have to celebrate it”.

“Yeah, but… not sure if I can drive to San Diego”.

“Oh, c'mon, please… We're gonna stay here by night too. Coming back tomorrow, take a bus! I'm sure Bishop would b—”.

“Stop!” You say laughing loud to your phone over the bed, while you do some exercise with all your fingers to bring back some mobility.

“(Y/N), you know that it's an amazing opp— Angel already bought you a ticket. In one hour. Sending you by email, bye!”

Before you can complain about it, she has already hung up the call. You end up serving some coffee in a termo, before picking up your towel and some clean clothes, besides an external battery and some hygienic stuff. Bandaging your hands, over a thin layer of cortisone cream, you're ready to walk to the bus station of Santo Padre, ten minutes away from your house. At least, you have three hours of trip to rest a little more, falling asleep as soon as you sit down on your seat. So the next time you open your eyes, you're already in San Diego. Waiting for the other passengers to get out, closing and opening your hands once and again, you step out then. Carrying your bag in your right shoulder and your phone in the left hand, you wear the pair of sunglasses looking for Bishop.

“Eh, boxer”.

His hoarse voice calls your attention, finding him next to the entrance, resting against his motorbike. You can't help but draw a soft and tired smile on your lips, leading your steps towards him, raising both hands on air to show the man your cool white bandages with black stripes. The mexican receives you into his arms in a gentle and dearly hug, surrounding your lower back and your neck for some long seconds.

“The guys are waiting for us to have lunch”.

“Cool… Last time I ate was nine and it was dark”. You just say placing well on your bag, before setting on the helmet.

The drive doesn't take you more than ten minutes, grabbed to Bishop's abdomen and with your chin over his shoulder. You can see him smiling like a fool, knowing that he's delighted that you're going to join them. But mostly, because you are with him. The warm and soft breeze of San Diego makes you close your eyes, fully relaxed, focusing on the smell that floods your lungs, mixing the salty ocean's and Bishop's scent. Your arms surround his body somewhat tight, feeling one of his hands caressing your right thigh with his huge hands placed on and his thumb making the honors over your skin, bristling it without mercy. But much to your regret, the engine stops some short minutes before, standing up from the bike when you're able to do it.

“Give me your bag, querida. I'm going to be your nurse today”. He says, after keeping the helmet you used with the other.

“Qué caballeroso…” (What a gentleman). You tease him, as if normally he isn't.

“Just earning a beach-quickl—”.

“Fuck, Bishop!” You laugh, hitting his shoulder, regretting it immediately when a lash of pain crosses your palm.

“That's called karma”. He says walking backwards to the entrance, pointing you with a finger. “The women are always asking for men's sincerity, and when we give you… You're too violent to be this small, preciosa”.

“Pendejo”.

“YAY, YOU CAME!” Leti looks surprised, making you twist back your head confused.

“Sounds like if… I had another option”. You purr with your lips, before greeting the guys. “Tell me y—”.

“I did”. Taza just says, seeing you pout at him before hugging you. “I will give you a massage later”.

“Mi angelito de la guarda”. (My guardian angel). You can't help but sigh a little alleviated, knowing that he brought a cream he makes with weed oil, coco water and aloe vera.

Actually, it was a good idea to come to the beach, having so much fun in the lunch by seeing all the men more relaxed than in Santo Padre. Being normal people. A family enjoying two days off from all the problems and the dangers they're sinked in every damn day. Bishop was focused on you the whole time, serving your drink in the glass, cutting your food into pieces so you can have to do any effort (...). Everything under the sideways looks of the others. Sometimes you look like another couple with simple gestures, that both do delighted.

After having full enough your stomachs, the guys lead you to the beach where they left the umbrellas and the towels, placing yours next to Bishop's and sitting there after taking off your clothes, but on your black bikini. Unveiling your hands, you do your best to spread the sunscreen all over your body, until the mexican grabs the bottle from your fingers to sit behind you with a ‘lean forward’ on his lips. Feeling his cold hands because the cream on your back gives you a soft chill, curling your legs against your chest and resting your chin over them. Closing your eyes, focusing all your senses on every move he does, you try not to fall asleep. Starting by your shoulders and pressing your neck with both thumbs, his hands travel down your spine making sure he's helping you to get somewhat less tense, at the same time that puts well on the sunscreen.

When it's ready, he stands up on his feet to grab Taza's cream to help you with your hands. That time, he kneels in front of you, spreading it from your forearms to the tip of your fingers, so carefully and concentrated, that you can't help but look at him with a goofy smile until it's done.

“Thank you”. You just say.

“Anytime, querida”. He whispers, pulling a tuft of your hair behind your right ear, leaning towards you to kiss your cheek. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think I need twenty minutes more of sleep, but you can go with the guys to the water, if you want”. Shrugging your shoulders, you let your back fall down to the towel.

“I spend too much time with them, and I haven't seen you a single second for the last four days”. He chuckles lying by your side, straining an arm under your neck to put you closer to him. “Let me enjoy at least twenty minutes”.

His resigned sigh makes you laugh almost in silence, while his free hand gets placed on your back, leaving some ephemeral caresses from top to bottom. And you feel as if you were in paradise. You're practically drinking each other's breathings, with closed eyes and your nose touching Bishop's. Your fingers get tangled slightly in the short hair of the mexican, taking pleasure of the peace that it's surrounding you right now.

“I didn't want you to come”. He mutters from nowhere, not opening his eyes, not opening yours. With a calm tone of voice, a little sleepy.

“Why?”

“You were tired, your hands hurt. You need to rest, (Y/N)”.

“I'm resting now. And I couldn't ask for a better way to do it. I think I'm gonna complain about my hands often, so you will take care of me”.

Bishop chuckles drowsy, shaking his head just for a second.

“Anything else, su majestad?” (Your Majesty).

“A kiss”. Murmuring, you get somewhat comfy under his arms.

You're aware of the same desire to kiss you that he feels for you, as you feel, but on the other hand, you weren't expecting him to really do it. His lips gently press yours, before catching them among his. Traveling down one of your hands to the side of his neck, Bishop holds you closer, keeping a low pace of his mouth enjoying the taste and the touch of yours. Unconsciously and by inertia, your left right surrounds his waist. His fingers touring your thigh slowly, makes your first kiss a little better. Biting softly his lower lip, you steal him a heavy sigh, stretching your skin under his huge hand. He wants you closer, and you too. But for the moment, that's pretty enough.

“You should complain about your hands often”. He mumbles almost touching your lips with every syllable.

“I will”.

Sinking your face into his neck, you're trying to fall asleep focused on his breath, hearing a bunch of steps over the sand coming closer. Some whispers talking about you two, thinking that you're sleeping but you're actually trying not to laugh, feeling how Bishop gets a little tense because of the low comments.

“Don't forget I'm your fucking boss”. Bishop growls, freezing everyone's blood. And you can't help but break into laughter.

“Shit”. Coco soughs hiding behind Angel's back, because the oldest Reyes is the tallest of all.

“Nah, c'mon, Bish. Enjoy your d—”.

Before Angel can finish the sentence, the mexican hits his leg, making him fall down over Coco. A lot of cursing in spanish appears under the umbrellas, getting mixed with the loud laughs that make you sit up on your towel almost drowning. Watching them trying to get up only makes it better.

“Oh, man, I wish I could record it”. Gilly's laughs are over the others, with an arm on Creeper's left shoulder. “Damn, prez, repeat it, please…”

“Stop bothering him”. You say holding the angry man between your arms, before lying again on your towels.

“Pendejos mal paridos…” He barks mumbling.

“Don't listen to them”.

“I'm… going to fuck them up as soon as we retur—”.

“Obispo, stop”. You chuckle, leaning up slightly to kiss his cheek.

Finally, you are able to sleep for some minutes, while the guys share some beers playing cards, listening latin music in a low volumen to not continue annoying him. And even if you don't rest for more than twenty or thirty minutes, it's like you have been sleeping for the whole day, because of the comfort you feel under his grip and the caresses in your hair. Opening again your eyes, you raise up your head over his shoulders to find half of the crew on their towels, and the other half playing with a bouncy ball on the shore, just like kids. Taking the advantage that no one is looking, to avoid that they tease you again, you press your lips onto his. Slowly, calmly, with his arms hugging your body tightly as Bishop tucks his tongue in your mouth peacefully looking for yours. You feel some tickles in your stomach when they meet, as he feels more relaxed. El Presidente really is into you. He really has more feelings than he wants to admit, until he knows that you have the same sensation on your chest every time you are close to him. Now, he's seeing it. That maybe you two are having a good opportunity.

And you don't want to stop, drowning a slight gasp against his mouth when it gets a little intense that you expected, forgetting for a second where you are and who is surrounding you. Fucking the especial moment when you hear Coco saying that the hotel rooms are already booked, and that you can ocuppy yours whenever you want. Bishop is about to get up, when you stop him by a hand on his chest. You're going to take care of it this time. Shaking the sand on your body, you wear his sunglasses, walking towards the crew in the water. Coco is looking at you somewhat confused, while the president calls Taza, Tranq and Riz attention to enjoy the show. And before he can say anything else, or ask about what you are going to do seeing how you open, close and repeat the gesture with your right hand, you hit his temple with your palm. And it hurts a little, but the laugh is worth everything.

“Yo! Mami! What was that?!” He complains offended.

“A wave”. You just say, provoking that every laughter of your friends gets louder.

“Mami…” He pouts at you, rubbing that side of his face.

“Do you want a tsunami?”

He doesn't answer, while Leti starts to cough in tears.

“I imagined”. You add then, narrowing your eyes under the aviator sunglasses.

Coming back to the umbrellas, the eldest members clap at you while making them a feigned reverence.

After having a deserved shower in the room you're going to share with Gabriela and Leti, you fall down over the bed waiting for them to get ready for some party time after dinner. And while they choose dresses, more makeup that you have never put on and high heels, you choose some comfy shorts, a white body with bare back and your sneakers. Of course, you're not in that mood after four horrible nights working. Before leaving the hotel, you apply a few more cream on your hands, feeling so much better and using clean bandages to cover them. Meeting the guys at the hall, you go out to find a place to have some dinner, ending up in the same restaurant you have been at noon. The food is pretty good, so you go to the secure one. But this time is a little different since then.

You can't avoid having your right hand on Bishop's nape, caressing his scalp while the table talks about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and enjoying. Urging you to put your right leg over his left, hanging from it, he caresses your thigh a little assorted as if it was something normal, and natural on him. But it's not, and that makes that gesture more special. You couldn't ask for anything better, until he kisses your cheek without expecting to place his free arm over your shoulders, without caring about if Coco or Angel dares to make another of their occurrences. You two are very sure that you made them understand to not fuck up with Bishop in front of you, even if you find it funny.

Outside of the restaurant, after having a revitalizing dinner, the crew begin to propose different plans. But the mere fact of thinking in a crowded place, with loud music and a mix of smells, makes you yawn inevitably. Leti is killing you with her gaze.

“Yo! Bitch, don' you dare to tell me that you're goen' to sleep”.

“I did—”. Trying to excuse yourself, Bishop interrupts you.

“She doesn't. But I am an old man who needs his eight hours of sleep”.

“Then, good night, mummy”. She's about to take you off from his arms, while he turns around to give her his back.

“I need a nurse to take care of my disabilities”.

“C'mon, Bish! You've been hoarding her the whole day! And I invited her, not you!” She frowns while you laugh. “I hope at least you make her cum…”

“Leticia!” You shout, while Coco palms her nape.

“Mummies don' cum, you dumbass, they just… lie do—”.

“Angel, I swear I am going to break your legs next time”.

“Whatever, Tutankhamun. Enjoy your night”. Your friend rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh.

“We can come back next week, when I have holidays”. You say palming her forehead, making her laugh before leaving back to the hotel.

And you just get separated in it enough time to clean your teeth and grab the charger for your phone, going to his room after that. You're not nervous, but a little excited of having some time alone. Finally. Not to do anything specifically, but to enjoy him being de-stressed. While he's in the bathroom, you take off your clothes to wear the shirt he has left for you on the mattress. Smells like him and that it's driving you insane, crawling over the bed to fall close to the pillows, fighting against your tiredness to not fall asleep this soon.

Having your eyes closed, you feel the side next to yours sinking a little, until his strong arms find your body to wrap it against his chest after turning off the lights. Turning under his grip and intertwining your hands and your legs, Bishop rests his cheek on yours, being able to see part of the pacific ocean from the window in front of your eyes. It's magic. Pure magic.

“Listen…” He mutters getting somewhat comfy, having a deep breath his nose sinked into your neck. “Maybe I can't promise you a life that a normal man could give you, but I'm going to make it worth every second”.

“Bish”.

“Hm…?”

“Do you love me?”.

“Yes, I do, preciosa”.

“That's everything I need”. Turning just a little, you smirk softly at him. “I don't want a normal life. I want to spend it with you”.

“I hope you never regret these words”.

“I only could regret them because they aren't enough to express how I feel when you're close to me. When you touch me. When you pronounce my name”. Replying that, you lie down again under his grip, leaving a soft kiss on his right forearm. “I love you, Bishop. I couldn't regret it”.

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17. do you like ask games?

Absolutely! <3

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Lots of them definitely are! It was so positively surprising when I saw they followed me <3

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

yes i do but please don't tell her although i told her many times

Also the way all of you are blogging is very sexy mwah <3

20. tags!

@georgerus63 @theizzyryder @bahrain-lights @neonastronaut @sebeestian @sirroscoehamilton ofc feel free to ignore my stupid ass and sorry if you've already been tagged! ❤