#i stayed up wayyyyy too long to write this

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This may be basic but I'd die happy if Feng Xin gets to be bullied gently - like, confused as he's tugged into bed but like...not aggressively? Gentle kisses mixed with weak insults?? Who is this and where is his boyfriend??? (bottom Feng Xin is my life and I need him to be cared for oh my god) ((I haven't quite figured out WHY Mu Qing is acting this way- maybe Feng Xin has been overworked for the past couple of weeks? Reward? Who knows)

I love you for this and I so wholeheartedly agree. Bottom Feng Xin (my beloved) absolutely deserves to be taken care of. Here's a little smutty piece for ya! <3

"A-Qing?" Feng Xin questions, an amused look on his face as his boyfriend stands expectantly in front of him. Mu Qing's arms are crossed over his chest and he's tapping his foot impatiently, as if he didn't just ask—

"Yes or no, Feng Xin. Do you want to have sex or not?"

Feng Xin stifles a laugh and kicks a bit at one of the legs of the stool he's sitting on. Bizarre is the only word that comes to mind to describe this current interaction. He fixes Mu Qing with probing look, his eyebrow cocked as he tries to keep his lips from smiling.

"This is not typically how we do this," he points out, feeling a bit smug when Mu Qing's face starts to flush. His boyfriend scoffs and rolls his eyes, pointedly ignoring his quickly reddening face as he glares at Feng Xin.

"What? Must all things stay the same for you to enjoy them?"

"Well—no, but—"

"Then c'mon," Mu Qing says, cutting Feng Xin off.

He stands with one hand on his hip and offers out his other hand to Feng Xin who is still seated on his stool and at a complete loss as to what he's supposed to do with the offer. Kiss it? Is he meant to kiss it? But usually they talk about it first if they're going to do a scene, but—

"Feng Xin," Mu Qing scolds, sounding exasperated. The words leave Feng Xin leaning halfway to Mu Qing's hand, his lips puckered and poised to kiss. He stops in his tracks, looking up to Mu Qing with a slack expression as if to say what now?

"Give me your hand, you absolute idiot."

"Oh. Well, you could have just fucking said that now, couldn't you?"

"And what was it I did just now, Feng Xin? Did I not literally say that to you with my own mouth?"

"For fuck's sake, A-Qing," Feng Xin grumbles, snatching Mu Qing's hand in his own and tugging roughly just because he can. Mu Qing doesn't even budge—what a bitch.

"I meant earlier. Couldn't you have just said that in the first place?"

Mu Qing sighs heavily and rolls his eyes again, easily pulling Feng Xin to his feet even though Feng Xin purposely tries to make it harder for him by not helping.

Usually Mu Qing has plenty to say about Feng Xin and his attitude, but he stays uncharacteristically quiet as he leads Feng Xin down the hall and into their bedroom.

And then Feng Xin is being kissed.

It's heated and it's wanting but it's far from the rough and passionate treatment he's used to. He thinks he might like it. Feng Xin closes his eyes and sinks against the wall Mu Qing is pressing him into.

He parts his lips—lets Mu Qing taste him with his tongue—and groans, hips jutting off the wall in small, barely contained thrusts.

Mu Qing snakes his arms around Feng Xin's waist and tugs at the hem of his shirt. They part only long enough to get the fabric out of the way, their lips locking again as soon as the shirt makes it over Feng Xin's head.

Mu Qing's hands are a steady weight on Feng Xin's slim waist and Feng Xin lets himself be held in place, the ache of arousal throbbing between his legs so incessantly that he can't help but whine. Mu Qing nibbles on his bottom lip—sucks it into his mouth with a wet sound that drives Feng Xin insane—and slides his hands down to Feng Xin's hips.

Feng Xin grabs Mu Qing's ass and pulls him closer, tilting his head as he presses back into the kiss. Mu Qing slips his tongue back into Feng Xin's mouth, swiping it along his front teeth to toy at one of his canines and it's so distracting that Feng Xin doesn't even realize one of Mu Qing's hands has moved until it's already dipped into his pants.

Mu Qing palms Feng Xin through his boxers with a hand skilled specifically in the art of taking Feng Xin apart, and suddenly there is nothing but Mu Qing all around him.

Mu Qing holding his hip.

Mu Qing stroking his cock.

Mu Qing in his mouth and his scent in his nose and his image in his mind and then—

Mu Qing is breaking their kiss and pulling Feng Xin's pants down.

Feng Xin follows along in a daze, stepping out of the pants and doing the same thing when Mu Qing drags his boxers down immediately after.

Mu Qing leans forward from where he is crouched in front of Feng Xin and buries a feather-soft kiss right to the spot where Feng Xin's happy trail turns into his dark pubic hair.

Where is Feng Xin's bully of a boyfriend?

Who is this gentle creature who has taken his place?

"Mu Qing..?" Feng Xin asks in a quiet and hoarse whisper, not really sure where his voice has gone to.

Mu Qing stands up a bit unsteadily and leans into Feng Xin's space for support, pressing their chests together as he trails kisses along Feng Xin's sensitive neck.

"Yes, A-Xin?"

"What are—" Feng Xin clears his throat uselessly as Mu Qing sucks a mark onto his collarbone and kisses his way down to one of his nipples. He licks the chilled, pebbled skin with a firm and flat tongue, pulling pliancy from Feng Xin like it's his job to do so. He eases Feng Xin's legs apart just wide enough for him to fit his clothed knee up against his boyfriend's throbbing cock, coaxing Feng Xin to grind into him. There are not many things Feng Xin is powerless to—but one of them is most certainly Mu Qing.

Mu Qing suddenly pushes off of the wall and drags Feng Xin with him, their hands and lips still linked when the backs of Feng Xin's knees hit something soft.

Mu Qing break their kiss, pulling back just enough to remain the one thing in Feng Xin's blurry vision—like a dream.

"Sit," he murmurs, his voice husky and his eyes swimming with a desire that Feng Xin covets like joy.

And sit Feng Xin does.

It's almost funny how quickly he drops to their bed, chin tilted up to watch Mu Qing whose only offering is a smirk and a teasingly slow strip show. His shirt comes off first and he tosses it to join Feng Xin's heap of clothing on the floor.

"You're beautiful, Feng Xin," Mu Qing says, his hands expertly easing his belt buckle loose so he can work on the fly of his jeans. Feng Xin makes a wounded sound—like he's been punched in the stomach—and looks pleadingly up at Mu Qing's face.

Something flips in Mu Qing's expression and he tugs his own jeans and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them out of the way. Feng Xin's eyes slide down Mu Qing's form appreciatively, openly staring between his legs, always mesmerized by the sight of him. He swallows.

"What's this even about?" he manages to ask, still feeling like this entire ordeal has come out of nowhere.

Mu Qing tsks, seeming almost annoyed, and snaps his fingers in Feng Xin's line of sight. Feng Xin's eyes dart up to Mu Qing's face obediently.

For several seconds the two of them just stare at each other, eyes locked as the warmth of their intimacy blossoms between them.

"I just—" Mu Qing sighs, his brows knitting together as he thinks. When the words finally come to him, he has stepped close enough to lean down and press a kiss to Feng Xin's forehead. His hand finds its way to the back of Feng Xin's neck and he pulls back to look him deeply in the eyes.

"I want to love on you, okay? I want to—to take you apart and kiss you and make you feel good."

Feng Xin is in love with him.

Feng Xin is so fucking in love with him.

Mu Qing gets this complicated look on his face and steps back again, leaving Feng Xin bereft.

"If you don't want that—"

"I want it."

"A-Xin?"

"Please."

Mu Qing's eyes grow impossibly dark but he makes no move to come closer, which is certainly a crime against Feng Xin and one he will not be taking lightly.

Feng Xin hums in complaint and offers both his hands out to Mu Qing from where he sits naked on their bed, trying to glare but surely only managing to muster a pitiful pout.

Mu Qing smiles at him then—a small and genuine thing he wears just for Feng Xin—and all Feng Xin can think about is how in love he is.

The bed dips as Mu Qing slides a knee up onto the mattress, right between Feng Xin's spread legs. He takes just Feng Xin's fingers in his hands, squeezing them before sliding their palms together in an achingly too-gentle way that sends shivers wracking up and down Feng Xin's entire body. Mu Qing twists his wrists so that their hands line up perfectly and then he threads their fingers together and presses Feng Xin into the mattress, their joined hands sinking into the pillows just above Feng Xin's head.

Feng Xin's eyes are hazy as they go half-lidded, a moan slipping out of his throat as Mu Qing settles in against him.

"Let me take care of my boy, alright? Can you let me do that, A-Xin?"

"Yes," Feng Xin says desperately, pressing up into Mu Qing's touch with an eagerness he ought to be embarrassed of but doesn't have the brain space to even think about.

"I'm yours," he promises.

And as a reward, Feng Xin gets a kiss left like a prayer right at the top of his cupid's bow and the touch is so heart-achingly sweet it makes him dizzy.

Oh, how good it is to be loved.

"I'm all yours."

[lxvemaze]

anon who request roommate to fwb ateez here! lol i would love it to be headcanons please. sorry for not being clear on my request.

hope you have a lovely day!

dw about it, i got you!! thank you sm for clarifying! hope this is okay :))) (i'm so sorry that sone of these are WAYYYYY longer than the others, i kinda had no ideas for some of them 😭)

roommates to fwb with ateez

pairing' ot8 x reader

genre' i have no idea??? fluffy and angsty at parts

warnings' obviously very very suggestive. no smut, but pls do not read if under 18, mentions of a bad breakup

a/n' i just wanted to say on this post before anyone requests it, i do not write actual smut, and this is probably the farthest i would go in terms of writing nsfw. not just bc i have a lot of mutuals who are minors, but bc im just not comfortable with doing that ❤️ (also, im so sorry that some of these are much longer than the others)

⚝hongjoong

you and hongjoong hadn't known each other for very long; you were looking for a roommate while in grad school, and one of your friends told you that his friend was also looking for a roommate

you were hesitant about moving in with a stranger- especially a man. but after you met him at a café before deciding to move in together, you decided that he seemed harmless enough.

given that you two had almost opposite schedules, you hardly ever saw each other, but on the occasions you did, it was mostly in the evening, when you both were too tired to really function.

you two mostly stayed out of each other's way, but on one occasion, when you were passing by each other while getting ready in the morning, and he suggested the idea of having dinner together at home since you were both free that night.

it was awkward at first, making dinner with hongjoong. even though you'd been roommates for a few months at that point, you really didn't know much about each other.

as soon as dinner was finished, you suggested that the two of you crack open a bottle of wine, which quickly turned into two, which turned into three.

the next morning, you woke up mortified in hongjoong's bed. you had definitely not intended to sleep with your roommate. with him still sleeping, you hastily grabbed your clothes and tiptoed back to your own room to get ready for your first class.

when you came back home that evening, he was lounging on the couch, scrolling through netflix. with the bottle of aspirin and large glass of water on the table in front of him, you could tell he was still recovering from the previous nights several bottles of wine.

when he saw you awkwardly standing in the doorway, he invited you over to sit down on the couch. you two watched a show you didn't recognize for maybe a half an hour.

you woke up in his bed again the next morning.

there wasn't much discussion about what you two had going on. you two still hardly saw each other, and it was mutually decided that this would be a strictly casual thing. with you going to school and working part time, and him being in the studio almost 24/7, it wasn't like there was much room for it to turn into a serious thing.

⚝seonghwa

you and seonghwa had been friends for years and years when you mentioned to him in passing that you were looking for a new roommate after your previous one had moved out. he immediately offered to move in, and you, slightly desperate and knowing that he would be a respectful roommate, agreed immediately.

it was comfortable living with seonghwa- he often made his own food and cleaned his own dishes, except for on Fridays when you had "roomie night" where you two made dinner and watched a movie together.

you and seonghwa had been friends for so long, and now that you two were roommates, you might have gotten a little bit too comfortable with each other. having only one bathroom, you two quickly had gotten comfortable using the bathroom while the other was in the shower.

at first it was just a joke that you had made in passing- the idea that you and seonghwa could shower together in the mornings to save time. but one morning when you were running late, you pounded on the bathroom door while seonghwa was in the shower. begging him to hurry up so you could take one.

instead, seonghwa told you to just hop in, and you being desperate to get to work on time, closed your eyes and agreed. nothing happened, seonghwa was respectful, keeping his eyes above your shoulders, and he even helped you wash your hair.

every now and again, whenever one of you was running late, you would just hop in the shower with the other, but of course it was just casual. as casual as showering together could be. it had started to become comfortable, even.

one night, while seonghwa was in the shower, and you had just gotten home from a ten hour work day. all your muscles were sore, your hair was greasy, and all you wanted was to take a hot shower. you heard the water running from the bathroom, and without much thought, you knocked on the door and asked seonghwa if you could hop in.

it was casual at first- as everything between you two was. you mentioned your sore muscles, and he offered to wash your back. one thing led to another, and before you knew it, he was in your bed with his arms around you.

the next morning, you two had a long discussion about it, and decided to keep it casual. both of you were focused on your careers, and didn't have much time to put into anything romantic.

⚝yunho

one thing i know for certain is that yunho would not be able to keep up being friends with benefits for long. he's too soft and romantic for that life. you two had been friends for a couple years, and decided to move in together after you graduated college and were looking for a job.

at first, he thought he could do it. you two had slept together the first time the night you had moved in together. you took shots in celebration, and got a little tipsy. you two had always gotten a little handsy with each other when you drank together.

the next morning, you told him that while you enjoyed yourself, you didn't want anything serious, but wouldn't be opposed to doing it again if you were both feeling it. he quietly agreed. although he was maybe a little heartbroken, he understood that you wanted to focus on your career before getting into anything serious.

with every time you two slept together, he fell a little bit more in love. he felt bad for not telling you, but he figured that you were both enjoying yourselves, so why ruin it?

one morning, he woke up before you, and while he gazed at you in your sleep, his arms still wrapped around you, he decided to tell you that he couldn't do it anymore.

he told you that night when you had come home from work, and to his surprise, you told him the same.

yay, you're in love!

��yeosang

yeosang had moved into your apartment after you had broken up with your boyfriend. you had been together for four years, and after he moved out, you needed someone else to help split the rent.

you and yeosang hadn't known each other for a very long time, but you were comfortable enough with each other.

you mostly stayed out of each other's way, but still hung out from time to time.

one night, you and yeosang were hanging out in your room while you were lamenting about your breakup and how long it's been since you were intimate with anyone, and before you knew it, you were on top of yeosang with his hands gripping your thighs

it was a mutual decision to keep it a friends with benefits type relationship, neither of you were really emotionally available for a real relationship at the time.

⚝san

the single most respectful man in the world.

when you two first moved in together, bro was so scared that he would accidentally walk in on you nakey or smth. he would knock on literally every door he entered, even if there would be no reason for him to??? like, why are you knocking on the pantry door???

you actually thought he was a little weird for it at first, but after time you started finding it cute

like, really cute.

like, "ooh i want him so bad" type cute

one day you were doing your skincare in your shared bathroom with the door cracked open, and san, as he always did, knocked before entering, startling you and causing you to accidentally rub your face wash in your eye (this actually happened to me istg i can still feel it stinging)

when he came in you were just like, "bro idec if you see me naked atp, just stop knocking on every damn door"

he did relax and stop knocking incessantly after that. which was all well and good until HE DID walk in on you changing

you didn't really care tbh, you took it as an opportunity to be like, "alright, tension's too high. let's smash 🙏"

after that, he was much more comfortable just walking in 🤞

⚝mingi

you and mingi had actually been fwb at one point before you moved in together, but he decided it was too messy and a little weird for the rest of your friend group

but after he moved in with you after your old roommate got married, you two just kinda fell back into it

istg, mingi is a lot more romantic than yall think he is 😞🤞 he acts all freaky, but he's a loverboy at heart

one day about three months into you two living together, you guys got a little drunk and while you were making out on the couch, he was like "i love you :3"

which left you like 🤨⁉️ like, huhhh????

when you brought it up to him the next day, he tried to pretend like he didn't remember saying anything like that, but you can see right through that silly boy ☝️

after a bit of picking at it, he finally told you that the reason he broke off your old situation was bc he was falling in love with you. omg 😞❤️

obviously you love him too, bc who wouldn't?

⚝wooyoung

you and wooyoung didn't know each other at all before he moved in. one day, your old roommate moved out, and he was just kinda there??? apparently, your old roommate had made the arrangement for him to be the replacement without you knowing

you didn't mind, really. wooyoung seemed harmless enough. maybe a little weird?

you didn't see him much at the start, he was pretty much always working. you work from home, so you were always there when he was- but when he was home, he kind of just immediately went to bed.

one morning, you walked into the kitchen while he was making breakfast, and he was just like, "hi :]" and gave you a plate of eggs and toast.

he didn't have work that day, so you two kinda just like, hung out??? you didn't have much work to do, so when you were done, you came back out to the main room and he was just watching tv, so you sat down next to him

the tension was PALPABLE, he was wearing a black tank top and sweatpants and you were STARING

he kinda just turned to you and was like, "i'm hot, you're hot, let's smash."

you were taken aback, but like, he's so right.

yes, he's freaky

⚝jongho

honestly, you and jongho were roommates for a few years before your fwb thing started

you had a boyfriend for a while, and then even after you broke up, it was probably about six months before you and jongho slept together for the first time

your breakup with your boyfriend was messy. your relationship had been deteriorating for a long time, but neither of you wanted to admit it. so one night, he kind of just exploded at you and left and didn't come back. until about half a year later

he showed up to yours and jongho's apartment unannounced and said he wanted his stuff back. once you said that you threw it all out months ago, he started screaming and yelling at you, and jongho had to physically drag him out

when jongho came back in, he was heaving and sweating, and looked reeeeally good. and when you two made eye contact, it was all over. you kinda just like, pounced on each other.

you decided to sleep with jongho mainly bc you knew it would've pissed your ex off so bad if he knew. he always hated the fact that your roommate was a guy. you did like jongho a lot, you'd been friends and roommates for years, you just never realized how attractive he was until he kicked that dickhead to the curb

after that, you two rarely slept together tbh. it only ever really happened when one or both of you had a shitty day and needed to take your frustration out on something.

(this is one of the cases where you two would most definitely end up dating)

[forgetmynamepleasethanks]

OHOHOH I have a good idea for a request :> possibly could I get either headcanons or a scenario, you can choose, of Kris with a reader who had a simular kind of incident to the one Mae Borowski had in NITW? (if you don't know what that is its p easy to search it up there's a whole wiki page for it) hope that made sense!!!!

This has been sitting in my asks for so many months along with a few other posts. I wont lie to you. I forgot my password. Fixed that issue though so here we are. I'm writing this little preamble thing December 10th 2022 so lets see how long it takes me to write this whole thing. Hope you enjoy.

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Wise parents in Hometown warn their kids to stay away from them.

Kids too little to even remember why they're supposed to be scared scurry off and kids old enough to remember keep their heads down and walk past them.

The outburst of the only other human in town and the disappearance of Dess Holiday has got to be one of the worst "coincidences" to grace Hometown newspapers ever.

For a while after the incident, you tried your best to recoup your losses. But no matter how hard you seemed to try, no one was interested in humoring your request to be friends anymore.

For 2 years this continued.

To the rest of Hometown you weren't a human, or a monster, but you were a monster. You were a perfect example of why they didn't let many humans live here. A psycho who brutalizes innocent monsters.

That's all you were to them.

You tried to get over it. Can't keep beating yourself up forever right? Time to move on to better things? Right? Your grades began to drop rapidly, bringing you from 3rd in the class to almost last place.

Despite everything, you kept going.

Kris did not understand you. They are one of the very few people who aren't scared of you. They feel for you, as a fellow outcast they get what it's like to just want to curl up in a ball and never leave your bed.

After everything that happened to them, all the yelling, being treated as an outcast, the weird looks, the loneliness, why wouldn't they want to just disappear?

You don't really talk to anyone, sometimes you'll ask them for a pencil but other than that it's effectively radio silence between you and the rest of Hometown.

You rarely smiled, you were rarely seen outside of school or your house, even seeing you at school became a more and more special encounter. You were almost like a secret boss in a video game or something.

You captured Kris' attention and never let go. Why couldn't they stop thinking about you?

"Well that's easy, you have a crush loser." Susie replied to them, throwing another rock into the lake.

Kris didn't believe a word of it.

A crush?

On you?

No way.

No wayyyyy.

Yes way?

I mean just because they thought your smile was so infectious that whenever you wave at them for a pencil they smile, or how even though they know what you did they can't get your face out of their head, or how no matter what you wear you look perfect doesn't mean they have a crush on you!

You probably wouldn't even like them back...

Only one way to find out right?

The sun was setting, signaling for all the other kids to leave the playground and start heading home. Except you. You decided to stay a little longer. Feet brushing through brown mulch below the swing you gently rocked yourself on, hands wrapped around your journal, you heard the sound of footsteps on grass. You glanced up, focusing on the approaching figure which had sat on the swing next to you.

Kris Dreemurr.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kris broke it.

"I don't think you're a bad person." Kris stated quietly looking to you for your reaction.

"Gee thanks." You said, a little confused with the whole interaction.

"Why don't you come to school anymore?" Kris asked you.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" You teased, stretching your arms and yawning.

For you, this was just some chance interaction, but for Kris this was now or never.

"Because I miss you." Kris explained quietly.

You froze for a second. Kris missed you? Town crazy person? Wow.

You grinned that crooked grin that Kris couldn't get enough of, before replying.

"Well if you care so much I guess I can show up some more." You proclaimed through your smile.

"I'd like that." Kris said, so quietly you barely heard them.

You stood up from your swing and yawned again. "It's getting late, let me walk you home." You offered.

Kris only nodded before standing up and dusting their pants off. Before they could react you had grabbed their hand and were pulling them along.

Oh.

Oh.

So you did like them back. Would have

Wise parents in Hometown warn their kids to stay away from them.

Kids too little to even remember why they're supposed to be scared scurry off and kids old enough to remember keep their heads down and walk past them.

The outburst of the only other human in town and the disappearance of Dess Holiday has got to be one of the worst "coincidences" to grace Hometown newspapers ever.

For a while after the incident, you tried your best to recoup your losses. But no matter how hard you seemed to try, no one was interested in humoring your request to be friends anymore.

For 2 years this continued.

To the rest of Hometown you weren't a human or a monster, but you were a monster. You were a perfect example of why they didn't let many humans live here. A psycho who brutalizes innocent monsters.

That's all you were to them.

You tried to get over it. Can't keep beating yourself up forever right? Time to move on to better things? Right? Your grades began to drop rapidly, bringing you from 3rd in the class to almost last place.

Despite everything, you kept going.

Kris did not understand you. They are one of the very few people who aren't scared of you. They feel for you, as a fellow outcast they get what it's like to just want to curl up in a ball and never leave your bed.

After everything that happened to them, all the yelling, being treated as an outcast, the weird looks, the loneliness, why wouldn't they want to just disappear?

You don't talk to anyone, sometimes you'll ask them for a pencil but other than that it's effectively radio silence between you and the rest of Hometown.

You rarely smiled, you were rarely seen outside of school or your house, and even seeing you at school became a more and more special encounter. You were almost like a secret boss in a video game or something.

You captured Kris' attention and never let go. Why couldn't they stop thinking about you?

"Well that's easy, you have a crush loser," Susie replied to them, throwing another rock into the lake.

Kris didn't believe a word of it.

A crush?

On you?

No way.

No wayyyyy.

Yes way?

I mean just because they thought your smile was so infectious that whenever you wave at them for a pencil they smile, or how even though they know what you did they can't get your face out of their head, or how no matter what you wear you look perfect doesn't mean they have a crush on you!

You probably wouldn't even like them back...

Only one way to find out right?

The sun was setting, signaling for all the other kids to leave the playground and start heading home. Except you. You decided to stay a little longer. Feet brushing through brown mulch below the swing you gently rocked yourself on, hands wrapped around your journal, you heard the sound of footsteps on grass. You glanced up, focusing on the approaching figure which had sat on the swing next to you.

Kris Dreemurr.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kris broke it.

"I don't think you're a bad person," Kris stated quietly looking to you for your reaction.

"Gee thanks." You said, a little confused with the whole interaction.

"Why don't you come to school anymore?" Kris asked you.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" You teased, stretching your arms and yawning.

For you, this was just some chance interaction, but for Kris, this was now or never.

"Because I miss you," Kris explained quietly.

You froze for a second. Did Kris miss you? Town crazy person? Wow.

You grinned that crooked grin that Kris couldn't get enough of, before replying.

"Well if you care so much I guess I can show up some more." You proclaimed through your smile.

"I'd like that," Kris said, so quietly you barely heard them.

You stood up from your swing and yawned again. "It's getting late, let me walk you home." You offered.

Kris only nodded before standing up and dusting their pants off. Before they could react you had grabbed their hand and were pulling them along.

Oh.

Oh.

So you did like them back. Would have been nice to know that earlier.

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I wrote this March 12, 2023. I wrote it all in one day and I'm not super proud of it but you know how it is. Hope you enjoy it. I'm going to try and be more active again.

[baconcolacan]

What sort of relationship has the gang now? (Ew stay au) what does Tord think of them?

Okay it would take me wayyyyy too long to make new visuals to explain this au so I'll just write it down. Also keep in mind, this AU IS very self-indulgent so expect some ships I like:

The Stay AU is just a little thing I made for self-indulgence reasons. I wanted to explore the gang's relationships through a softer, albeit complicated, lens.

These designs I have for them are versions of them in their mid to late 20s. They did have a phase where they all wore their signature matching hoodies, but I place that timeline somewhere in their early twenties to late teens. In the Stay au, I'm focusing on them mostly in their late 20s onwards.

Brief summary of their history before my timeline: Edd was friends with Tord first, because during their first day of school he was the only other kid who was drawing by himself instead of outside during recess. Tom and Matt are childhood friends, their parents knew each other but they had a falling out, only later-hesitantly- reconciling when they all became friends with Edd and Tord. They all grow up together afterwards. Since you asked about Tord's point of view, here's his thoughts about his friends throughout the years until his 30s, keep in mind I'm not gonna be able to explain it thoroughly enough without it devolving into a 200k word fanfic: Edd - (childhood to late 20s) Arguably his best friend. He thinks the world of Edd since he approached him first and showed genuine interest in getting to know him. Edd's the first person he made friends with in England, which makes it special since the move had been so jarring for him. Growing up with Edd was pretty easy, despite him being snarky at times he always made sure to include Tord in everything he did, it was touching how much he cared. Tord had never met a person who was as excitable as Edd was, even if it often led to harrowing situations. Edd always seemed to want him to be part of his life for a very long time, it was the first time Tord had ever felt like someone cared and wanted him to be there. It pained him to leave when he did, out of everyone in the group, Edd was the one he couldn't look in the eye when he left. (30s) He had cut off contact with the group, but he still felt guilty the first few years when Edd would try to call or send him emails. He switched his phone number and abandoned his old email to make it easier. (mid 30s) Met him again but on the battlefield. It hurt him a lot to see him there after he tried everything to not get them involved. He never got to explain himself as a bomb, aimed for him, came screaming towards them. He thought Edd had died that day. (late 30s) Found out that Edd was alive, tried everything to reach him, even so far as visit England under pretense of a meeting with the PM. Found Edd after scouring London for a week, got into a fight with him, couldn't explain himself due to being overwhelmed. Edd said he hated him. It shattered him. Hasn't contacted him since. Tom - (childhood to late 20s) He wasn't sure about him when they first met, Tom got pretty attached to Edd when he first met him- mostly to make Matt jealous at the start, but then he started to genuinely like Edd and follow him around like a puppy- this caused Tord to get jealous and insecure, his kid brain thinking that Tom would take away his first friend in a scary new country, thus began what would become a lifetime of bickering and fighting. Tord admittedly feels a bit ashamed that he started their petty squabbling by essentially trying to bully Tom away from Edd. Of course, Tom fought back every step of the way, by the time they were teenagers they forgot why they started disliking each other in the first place, just seemed natural for them to be on opposing ends. Funky teenager stuff happened, and it ended up with them being on again off again lovers up until their early 20s. Then the incident happened, Tom was drunk and he decided to pick a fight with him, but this time he might have pushed too far, Tom managed to injure him with a broken bottle, causing the scar on his eyebrow. It was tense between them for a while, eventually they stopped fighting, sometimes even curling up together on the couch, but they never addressed what happened even when Tord was going to leave. (mid 30s) Met him on the battlefield. The bomb happened. He managed to save him but Tom still got injured in the process, costing his eyesight. Tord had been beside himself and wracked with guilt every time he looked at Tom's bandaged eyes. He broke down crying, apologizing for what happened. Tom didn't speak to him for a while, but later on slowly began to talk to him again. They restarted their relationship, this time "without the baggage" as per Tom's request.

(late 30s) His relationship with Tom is nice, cozy even, but he still feels guilt and shame even when Tom smiles at him and calls him "Elskede". He tries to make it work, but he doesn't know if he genuinely can, Tom wanted to try again "without the baggage" but Tord wanted nothing more than to finally address all of the ugly things they had done to each other. Though, hes scared of losing the only good thing he seems to have at this point. Matt - (childhood to late 20s) He's not as close to Matt than the other two are. When they were kids, Matt didn't seem to really want to be in his company, especially after he made up with Tom and Tord started antagonizing him throughout the years. Tord might have been a little scared of Matt, especially when he would glare at him every time he made Tom cry. He really didn't want to be around Matt for a while, he was a bit intimidating from their childhood to their early 20s. After the incident with Tom, Matt had been the one to approach him first, scolding him for the things he said, but relenting about how far Tom had taken it. Matt admitted he never really liked Tord, but was willing to set his feelings aside because it seemed like he finally got some sense knocked into him (pun intended). Unexpectedly, he would spend sleepless nights out in the backyard with Matt, and just...talk about the things that worry him and make him insecure. Matt is really good at self-love talk, and has helped him through darker moments. Matt had actually been the one to encourage him to leave, not because he didn't like him, but somehow Matt understood he couldn't grow into "himself" if he was just stuck there in London, it wasn't healthy for him to be stagnant, and Matt understood that. He was the only one whose eyes he could meet when he left, Matt had looked sad, but he smiled at him nonetheless. (mid 30s) Met him again but on the battlefield. The bomb hit. Matt had been the most mutilated out of all of them, but Tord managed to save him. Matt was in a coma for a while, leading Tord down a depressive spiral, worried that Matt would never come to. He spent almost every day visiting his ward, just to stand watch for a few hours and talk to him. (late 30s) Matt eventually woke up, but with complications, his memory became shoddy and mostly jumbled. He remembers things sometimes, but sometimes he doesn't. This became something of a heavy point of guilt for Tord, and he became extremely devastated when Matt forgot him. While true that he didn't become close with Matt in their early years, he treasured the moments he managed to have with him later on. Now he was back to being a stranger. It felt like he had lost Matt on that battlefield anyway.

[quinloki]

OKAY BUT IZOU IS 100% PURPOSEFULLY A LITTLE SHIT I can just picture him being amused in the beginning but then losing his patience bc NOTHING is happening the two brothers are content to play the long game and slowly win you over since they don't want to pressure you! and that's no fun to izou

so he works on sending luffy/ace/thatch at convenient times to interrupt and if it was anyone besides sabo/marco they prolly wouldn't catch on but those two are smart and sly on their own so they maybe originally think it's the other one before discussing it. It's not like they're on bad terms they're aware what the other is doing and maybe they've snuck themselves out onto a 'date' the other had but they're both mature adults so there's really no hostility there, just some brotherly competition. so they work out that it's izou somehow, maybe izou is very very subtly flirting on his own where they can see, but you're definitely oblivious bc he's VERY subtle about it

and I can picture them confonting him about it and him being like what? if you don't hurry up someone else will snatch the little flower up and arrange her beautifully

OKAY also agree that they would eavesdrop. my brain said no earlier when I said vent trope but nah, sabo would give zero shits and be at that door. imagine yall had something going on earlier with a few drinkies and you're just a littleeeee tipsy too when ace comes to ask you what's up so you maybe give him way more details than he asked for and they both hear the whole thing (and ace definitely needs another drink after that)

thatch being the oblivious tip offer is so funny bc he means well and it's so cute I can see thatch casually talking marco up to you too and it's not like them going to thatch's bar would be TOTALLYYYYY creepy like they could just play it off as they came to see thatch! no idea you were there!

yes the 'soft around me then scary dangerous around threats' is such a good trope omg I love it like you've seen all of them playfully mad at ribbing between brothers but the actual anger is blowing your mind!!! (and it's kinda hot lolol)

okay but yes to mafia au (and heheheh hotel with marco and sabo >>) but imagine they were kinda in that world to begin with (maybe not mafia but connected enough to know who's who and have strong connections/money) and another reason you're such good friends with ace besides the punch first mantra is that you're both a little dumb like he tried to bring it up at some point, thought you understood, and maybe you said something like 'i don't need to know details' (bc you thought it was something wayyyyy different) and so when you went to move in they asked ace if you were aware of whatever and he was like yes! but she doesn't want details! and they start explaining it after and it's like ????? excuse me WHAT idk just a dumb misunderstanding bc you and ace are just a little dumb together especially and you're sitting there like oh… they have a really big, nice house and oh all have nice cars and wait how did you not notice this before

lmao and imagine the hotel shower looks like the one in your dream so there goes into that train of thought as you're trying to calm down from everything else and man did they look hot when they were mad >>

quin you fed my brain and now it's going in overdrive oh my god I can't get it out of my head help I'm so sorry I typed so much at you T_______T

DO NOT APOLOGIZE - Omfg this was AMAZING to read - you are killing me in the best way. I love it. I want to write it. I want to just line up espresso shots and stay up all night and not sleep and just WRITE THIS because it is just getting more and more amazing the more we talk about it.

Mafia-ish AU - Maybe the Edward Family did start below board. Made some nice money from it now and then transitioned to actual legal activities. Sure there's still some shady connections in there, you can't shake them entirely, debts owed and all that. But legal enough that the marines who harass them aren't going to get any where.

Sabo's a lawyer, part of Dragon's firm, and half his job is dealing with the red tape the Government dogs insist on throwing at the family business, that has truly and honestly gone from Family to family.

Marco's effectively the CEO of the company, Pops stepped down and retired after shifting everything over to a legit business. Thatch had the bar as a front originally, but had effectively shifted it into a lucrative business before the rest of the family business shifted over. (Izou's the CFO, Ace works in the mail room, but he is learning the ropes for the entire business, and will spend 1-2 years in just about every role in the company so he can learn logistics hands on).

The family's not that long removed from things either, maybe five years. Maybe somewhere between 10 and five, like, just enough to be honestly legit, but not so much that they've gone soft by any stretch of the word.

Shanks is still mafia, and I think friends with enough of the Edward Boys that there's some amicable exchange of information between them. He keeps them in the loop, they set up some shell corps for him. There's real animosity with Kaido and Big Mom though, but most of that might not even come into play with the story.

I LOVE the hotel shower being like the one in the dream, and you over-shared details with Ace, so Sabo and Marco both know. Know in that "Oh what an interesting shower, wouldn't you say so?" kind of way.

Oh but man - word gets out, the Edward Boys have a weakness™ - you'd have to be hella dumb to take that risk, or crazy powerful, or just plain crazy.

At some point you learn that the brothers aren't blood related - and that's one of those "I should've known" moments, cause everyone looks so different, and it was a Family™ and not even an adopted family, and gods alive Sabo isn't even Marco's brother, he's Ace's and something about sake, and Luffy, and don't think too hard on it, how did that dream go again?

[ahoneesan]

ATHLETICS TRACKING - 5/9/23

Subtitile: HEY I USED TO MAKE POSTS ABOUT THIS

hi! its been a bit. i dont think ive made any posts about this particular subject on this particular blog. not the long form effort posts like these, at least. there have been some fairly major developments here so i figured it was as good a time as any to log them here. and maybe get into the rhythm of writing regularly about this again? dont get your hopes up. but maybe more regularly than Not At All. anyways!

so thanks to having a job i have a gym membership now! that means i can lift Actual Weight instead of being trapped at 40lbs due that being all my at-home dumbbells can do. its nice! i've been progressing through my 5x5 workout without any real trouble so far. except for my overhead press. i literally cannot even begin to finish my 5 sets there, at the suggested introductory weight of 45lbs. its kinda baffling, i wish i knew why exactly i had that one hurdle. but i was barely making 5x5 on 40lbs either so, naturally 45 would be tougher! i should probably deload down to, idk, 35 or something and work my way back up but man. cmon! lets frickin go!

the rest of my numbers (which ill list down below) are doing well. i think, at least. steady gains (though they are "newbie gains") through and through, if i stay consistent on em ill be squattin 100 byyyyyy monday after next. which would be pretty cool! i guess! i havent encountered any real hurdles yet (apart from the OP i just mentioned) so its hard to get motivated by goals. im in this for like, the thrill of the lift. again: i guess!

cardio has been fine, though due to workin out preshift i dopnt have time to just like, run forever on that. maybe i only go in early for weights n leave cardio for after? maybe i cardio by running around the block at home then bus in to work like usual? maybe i just crank the speed and hope for the best? ok i did try that last one and it fucked my knee up just a bit lol. ultimately cardio is a supplement to the weight training for me so, afaik, its more important to have that elevated heart rate sustained for longer and longer periods of time than to be trying to make a like 8 minute mile. ill keep at it for now, probably try to ramp the speed up a lil more slowly than I did but as far length of workout i kinda dunno what to do. im still kinda entranced by the treadmill i now have access to so, probably keep on that for a while longer.

as far my body numbers go, theyre more or less unchanged from where I was when i started doing all this like, a year ago. which is part of Why im not so motivated by goals n such. but thats of course still on me. havent had my diet right, wayyyyy too many breaks n off days, no ability for actual Progression until just now. hopin i can start to turn this dang machine into some fucking muscle soon. i think i can! maybe! AUGH!

NUMBERS

SQUAT - 70

BENCH - 60

ROW - 80 (pulled my back just a lil on this last time, lol.)

OVERHEAD - 45 (cant even finish this weight lol)

DEADLIFT - 105

CARDIO - 4.5mph(?), 45min

WEIGHT - 160

BODYFAT - 24%

[mk-wizard]

DC and Marvel’s Problem: It’s time for the icons to be happily ever after

Hi, friends. Like most North American comic lovers, I grew with Marvel and DC, so I am fan of the big icons like Superman, Batman, Flash, Spider-Man, the X-Men, Fantastic Four, Wonder Woman and more. However, I say this as someone who loves them all dearly and always will... their ages are not only beginning show, but they have gotten old.

And there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s ok for something to be old. A lot of public property like the literary classics and mythologies from around the world are old, but we still love them and always go back to check them out. However, if there is one thing I learned from being a writer myself, at one point, you have to accept when a story has taken its natural course and to say “THE END”. No more sequels, no more issues, no more expanding the lore and only make movies and shows occasionally. In other words, it’s time for some of the supers to hang up their capes and retire for good for their own good. They will always be great, always be worth reading and always be the reason we have the standards is supers that we have, but the reality is that they were also heroes of a specific time that has clearly passed. And that’s ok. Instead of trying to changing them, “bend” them or rewrite them, let’s finish their stories so we remember them as they were and when they were at their best. It’s also an act of respect towards these characters. They gave everything they had to offer, now it’s time for them to take their well earned break.

Moreover, the world of DC and Marvel is already overflowing with supers as it is. It was challenging to maintain their universes as it was, so while I once said in a universe it is not up to me to judge and that I think working on multiple things should not hinder your ability to write well... I’m thinking Marvel and DC are the exceptions because when it comes to projects, they have too many. On top of that, they’re trying to write well for each and every one of its characters, but clearly can’t. It can’t keep producing new issues for the oldies while trying to come up with good new characters or finally give the spotlight to the existing ones that were shelved. Even a giant will become exhausted when it has THIS much on its shoulders. Something has to give. It’s time for load to be lightened.

With that said, now is the perfect time to wrap up the stories of the classic heroes. Give them one last hurrah, but it must be their last and then, move on graciously. That way, Marvel and DC can finally properly create new characters and start giving long overdue attention to its shelved characters who ironically are characters of this progressive and aware time. If fans want to read about Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Spider-Man, X-Men and such, they know where to find the books just like we know where to find Sherlock Holmes, Nancy Drew, The Odyssey, The Wizard of Oz and more.

In short, Marvel and DC have stretched themselves and their old supers way too thin and that is why its films, TV series, and most importantly, its comics have suffered. And don’t forget, it’s not there will never ever be a new TV show or film about Batman, Superman, etc. ever again. Or even another comic series. There will be. Just occasionally which is for the best. When they do appear, it will genuinely feel fun treat rather than exhausting and the quality will be great. It is wayyyyy better than forcing their stories to end through deaths that not only upset the fans, but also never seem to be permanent anyway. Give them dignified endings and let those giants sleep.

At least that’s my opinion. What is yours? Do you agree? Thanks for reading and as always, stay safe.

[meanderingthoughtsofthewretched]

Back again.

Another night staying up way too late crying because am I’m trying to fall asleep my brain starts dredging up shit. I was done literally less than an hour ago, but now? Crying again and I know I won’t stop for a while unless I actively distract myself, so might as well type here.

I guess I’ll start with the big one. I was not accepted into grad school. Again. For the *third fucking year in a row*. When I first got the news I was sad, sure, but more than that I was just pissed. I tried *so fucking hard* because *no one* was helping me. I don’t know what people want, what they expect, and I’m just flailing around in the dark.

Yeah, I know the first year was my bad. In my defense, I had not clue what I was doing. I spent wayyyyy too long studying for the stupid fuckjng GRE (why the shit do they have math that I haven’t seen since 7th grade????) and not near enough time on the statement of purpose, cv, or resume. But also in my defense, I didn’t know what schools I was trying to apply for because I was *literally* told certain ones I was not allowed to go to (which I bet my dad conveniently forgot he did) and then the ones I found I was told sucked ass. By the time I was told this (because of course no one fucking told me on their own, I had to fuck up first) it was too late to apply for any of the good ones. Yes, I was someone picky, but god forbid the tiny short ass 100 pound soaking wet sheltered kid not want to go across country **by herself** with *no drivers license or car* and no experience living in an apartment. So I applied to where I could and crossed my fingers.

Obviously, that didn’t work out. Year two, I tried to go for one school only, that way I could tailor my letter better. I thought I did good, but the panic attacks I got any time o tried to work on it made it take too long, and one of my profs didn’t get their letter of recommendation in on time, this I was auto denied. Which sucks, but I understood why.

So try again! Except, the time when I could have been connecting with profs, and writing, I had to spend relearning how to drive and then actually taking the damn test. Fuck, I hated that entire experience. I was constantly anxious and panicked, crying myself to sleep most nights and struggling to hold it together in front of my parents, who were acting like it was the easiest thing in the world to do and didn’t understand why I was struggling. I had to redo everything because wow! Paperwork can expire! And when I last did all of this *two fucking years earlier* they didn’t help me, and left me to flounder. I don’t know why they thought I could magically learn how to drive a car without *being in one* but I guess it didn’t matter that much to them until it was an inconvenience and actually affected them.

Anyways, this year I don’t know why I didn’t get it. I can only guess. Was it because I only had one bio prof, and the other two were other branches? (Earlier prof who got in late decided she just… didn’t want to, and made it my problem because she also took almost a month to answer me, requiring me to find a prof that was willing to write on an incredibly short notice.) Was it because it was turned in close to the deadline? If so, why have the deadline there??? It makes no sense. And I hate that it is during winter break, because if something goes wrong you have to work your ass off to get anyone to answer you about stuff. I also couldn’t show that I was upset, or worried, because that might have made my lil sister upsetti about going back for another semester 🙃

Every single. Fucking. Time I have any problems, someone else has it worse so I have to bite my tongue to not make it worse *for them*. Especially the bean. Jesus I hate that I’m here essentially as an emotional support sister, because my parents were tired of her losing her shit at the smallest things.

And yet!!! She has her life together!! Holy fuck! She’s got a car that she likes that she is confortable driving, a boyfriend who is willing to come see her at the drop of a hat, friends who she regularly sees and hangs out with and are willing to take her places, gaming consoles that are just hers, and a place to stay that is away from parents and where she feels she can be herself. She’s got a job and an internship *paid*, like **well paid** coming up that will likely lead her to other jobs, profs that like her and have said they are willing to write her recommendations, and it’s all been handed to her on a fucking platter.

I was not allowed to learn how to drive until now, much less have a car. No significant other to see or hang with. Friends are far away and don’t bother initiating contact (I have a whole rant saved for later about that). I’ve literally never had my own console to play on, they have all been shared and eventually taken away by my siblings, much less the tv and projector she has. I feel trapped here, and watched. I was literally not allowed to have a job and now can’t do anything because the walkable things are for students only and *I don’t have a fucking car*. One of my profs straight up said she doesn’t want to bother writing for me anymore because I’m not worth it. Basically any opportunity in college was squashed thanks to COVID and me not taking a year off when I should have. And now all opportunities are limited to students so I can’t even get any more experience to try and because a student to actually move on in life. And I just??? What the fuck am I supposed to do??? All I can do is cry.

I haven’t told my dad yet, I have no idea how he will take it. He will probably get mad.

My mum actually had the gall to ask me if I actually want to get a masters. I told her yes, but in reality?? How the fuck should I know??? I was never allowed to have a damn opinion about things involving my life, why start now?? She was the one who decided my life path, hell she tried to decide that for all my siblings, and I was the only one who didn’t say no. So, no, I don’t know if I actually want this, I don’t know what I want to do at all, this is her dream. Be been so damn depressed for so long, all I want is to have a stable life.

All I want is somewhere to live with people I choose, who I don’t feel obligated to take care of, a stable job that pays decently so I can occasionally get things I like, and isn’t soul crushing, a car that gets me places safely, and the ability to breathe without being constantly stressed out.

Is that really so much to ask???

I’ll do the friend rant later, but I’m. Too tired. It took over an hour to write this and it’s just ramble at this point.

Fuck

[caranox]

Thank you for the tag!! And now I realize I have wayyyyy too many WIPs (sweating).

I'm just going to cover the morning routines for my main characters from my two books and current WIP:

THE THIRTEENTH KEY's Noa, a former killer for hire and now-rogue chosen one in a more modern/futuristic fantasy world, doesn't really have a great routine because she'll stay up for a couple days and then pass out HARD. But she tends to get up early (sleeping too long makes her paranoid), train/practice with her crew, and then grab some coffee and a (preferably) sugary and carb-heavy breakfast.

TRICK's Evie, a college student with autism who ends up learning she can manipulate time and learns there's an entire secret organization of people keeping everything in line (think SHADOWHUNTERS/LOKI), very much keeps a strict routine of getting up, showering, making her to-do list, and prepping to go to class (well, until she's sort of pulled from all that haha).

A HUNT OF BLOOD & IRON's Grey, a 20-something boy who has the ability to heal or harm any living thing with a single touch in exchange for the opposite (harming something else or healing himself), is sort of a homebody after some traumatic experiences in his post-apocalyptic world that's ruled by the fae. He usually gets up, has a small breakfast, and helps clean before he sits in his loft to draw in his notebook.

I'm tagging @doom-inique-writes @earlronove @mjjune (if you want!)

Your question is: what high school or college course would your OC(s) absolutely love?

OKAY!

WRITEBLRS if you're seeing this, you're legally obligated to reblog with an answer, and then a new question for the next person!

Here's the start:

Which of your OCs is most likely to punch somebody in the face?

[harleyanne02]

Can you write a female reader x Dallas Winston with the character only being soft for the reader and the reader being in distress please? Preferably, the reader is normally badass and needs a break :)

ofc honey! I personally don't have a ton of experience being a badass so some of this will be based on things I've read, but I can for sure understand needing a break.

You also didn't mention if you wanted headcanons or an imagine so I'll default to headcanons lol.

TW: depressive tendencies but nothing is explicitly stated, cursing, extremely fluffy Dallas, non-canon Dallas (he's wayyyyy too fluffy in this but hey, its cute), PLEASE let me know if I missed anything in any of my works I don't want anyone to get triggered by anything I miss

Dallas Winston x Reader Fluff

We all know that Dallas Winston is a badass, but what everyone may not know is that he does have one very small but still there piece of his heart that can feel the nicer emotions, and that sliver is reserved for you

You also get the rest of his heart, but you have to share that with Johnny and the gang as well as Tim, but that little sliver is all yours

You acted like you were the same way but in reality your whole heart could feel and you just had walls up around them. But you had to hold those walls up yourself

And Dal kind of knew that? But had never seen anything happen about it

And one day you'd just had enough

Enough holding up those walls, enough being a badass, enough pretending you couldn't feel the stares you got as you walked down the street with one of the town's most notorious bad boys.

You needed a break

So you took the day off from life, you couldn't remember having any plans that day anyways so what's the harm?

You laid in bed all day and relaxed, watched your comfort movie over and over again, did everything you could to make yourself feel better

until 1:00 when you got a text from Dal

Where r u?

shit

you forgot about your date. You were supposed to meet Dal at the diner for lunch and spend the afternoon together

You text him back quickly shit I'm so sorry babe I completely forgot, I've been in bed all day

that was the thing between you and Dal, you were always honest with each other, you didn't have to lie about what you were doing because the other would find out and the other would be more upset about the lying and lack of trust rather than what you were actually doing.

So he texts back u ok?

yeah just tired. read 1:12pm

You put your phone down and sighed rubbing your hands over your face. You felt horrible for forgetting.

You just sat there in bed for a solid 10 minutes looking at the ceiling before you heard a knock at your door.

You got out of bed and looked in the mirror fixing your hair real quick so it was somewhat presentable before continuing downstairs to the front door.

when you open it your boyfriend walks past you and goes straight over to sit on the couch.

"So what's wrong?" he asks you.

"Nothing" you reply, although it was one of the rare times that you weren't telling the truth with him

"I know that's not true, you never stay in bed all day unless you're sick or there's something wrong." he retorts.

"Fine. It's been a long week. I'm tired of having to play this badass role all of the time, it's getting tiring. I just want to exist." You admit

he doesn't say anything back, he simply nods. He understood what you were feeling, before he completely plunged his soul into being a bad boy, there were rare occassions where he wanted to exist as a normal person too.

he walks over to you and puts your arms around his neck and picks you up by the backs of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist and cross your ankles on his back as he carries you up the stairs and to your bedroom.

He sets you on the bed gently and kicks off his shoes before joining you.

He turns on the TV and pulls up your favorite movie and once he starts it he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to lay on his chest facing him

He holds your face in his hands and kisses your forehead, then one cheek, then the other, then your nose, your eyelids, before finally stopping and resting on your lips

You two stay like that until the next morning having fallen asleep eventually (but not after Dal ordered delivery because this mans not about to let his bby skip a meal. If you aren't on track for having 2 1/2 to 3 full meals today please go do that and drink some water while you're at it!)

The next morning Dal wakes up first for once (I think it's practically canon at this point that Dallas Winston sleeps in LATE) and just watches your relaxed face and light breathing, looking so much happier than yesterday

And even though he already planned on it, he made a promise to himself that he would make everything okay for you, his baby, his love.

[bluerskiees]

TACHIBANA NAOTO FLUFF ☁️

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

¤ He's a little bit shy, so he always gets nervous when you stare at him for too long.

¤ Would like it when you call him. Your voice is his fav melody.

¤ Not having a good day? It's alright Naoto is here to spoil you with hugs, kisses, cuddles, fav food, chocolates etc...

¤ Dates: Mostly includes stay in. Parks, pottery, movie dates etc...

¤ Would write you songs if you're sad :(

¤ Would worry because he just loves you so much and since he's a police officer tailing bonten, what if they hurt you?

¤ After 6 years of dating you, he's still not sure if he really does deserve someone like you.

¤ Loves the way you play with hair

¤ Accidentally saw you naked once.

¤ Yeah he fainted. 👀

¤ Would praise you if you're insecure :(♡

¤ Has a pair of birds as pets.

¤ Named them both after you.

¤ Has your contact saved as "Cupcakes"

¤ If he was an emoji, he'd be "🐹"

¤ Cute, Sweet, brings joy, hard-working, chill around you, loves attention from you. Just like a hamster.

¤ You got to know him through one of your olfer friends from music class, Hina.

¤ Even if that was YOUR first time meeting him, he knew wayyyyy before that.

¤ Saw you for the first time when you both were 12. He came to watch his big sis after he had a dream about a guy who he met the day before. Hetold him the gruesome future and his big sis's death.

¤ He was beyond depressed to the least. But he was glad. Because that moment changed his whole future. Feom saving his big sis, becoming a police man ( a profession he hated the most) ,and to meeting you.

¤ He saw the way you sing, the way you react, everything.

¤ He knew you like that back of his hand. The way you bite your lips when you're nervous, the way your hands immediately clutc the hem of your dress when someone scolds you, the way you literally have stars— the whole universe I your eyes watching wholesome moments.

¤ He saw how you optimistic you were, spreading the infectious joy of yours with everyone around you, smiles and giggles everywhere you go. Once overheard you saying how you liked good guys because they help others and make a positive change, he couldn't help but smile. That's when he was sure he chose the right professional.

¤ He liked adoring you from the sidelines and that is until hina came to find about her younger brother's crush on her best friend. He was so embarrassed that day.

¤ Hina set you up with him. Inviting you over for a movie night

¤ That's when you both first talked. His almost fell asleep hearing your voice. Not in an offensive way but because I was so calming and soothing.

¤ He definitely bakes you a cake or something whenever he could to make up for the time he was too busy with work.

¤ Dating a police officer is hard. But you both make it work.

¤ It took hm years to confess to you. He confessed to you when you both were 17. That is 5 years after he first started crushing on you.

¤ Brings home his handcuffs sometimes.

¤ Usually a soft Dom, but if he had a rough day, he'll tear your insides.

¤ One of the best aftercare. Would cuddle you to sleep and sometimes shower you of he went pretty wild.

¤ Trust you so much. But the others ? Nah.

¤ Still falls in love too deeply with even the littlest things you do.

¤ Is always proud of you no matter what.

¤ You went to your best friends house one day and it took too long for you to return so he called ur bsf to ask if you were safe.

¤ To his surprise, she said you didn't even come there that day. He felt his heart ache. Why would you lie to him? Did u find someone better ? He only realized he was crying when he felt his tears on the corner of his lips.

¤ He saw you come home not too later, you didn't look at him, ur head was facing down.

¤ When you told him about what you were doing, he started crying. He couldn't believe his own ears.

¤ Turns out you WERE planning to go to ur bsf's house, but on the way you saw a car hitting a poor dog and rushed to help it.

¤ Admitting the poor soul in a hospital, thats when you realized your phone was missing. You couldn't inform neither ur friend not you boyfriend. You were panicking until you heard the nurse say something about the doggie.

¤ You quickly forgot everything and paid for the surgery and everything and stayed a little longer to play with the cute soul now sleeping on your lap. It didn't want you to leave so that's how you spent the whole day.

¤ Naoto soon started laughing seeing how guilty you were for not informing anything and he quickly pulled you to a warm hug saying its alright and u dont gotta be guilty. To make it up, you told him you'd take him to see the forgot th next day and he agreed.

¤ He saw you having fun with the pup and that's when he realized you'd make a good mother. The thoughts of you both having mini versions running over the house etc.. made his heart flutter. That's when he was sure you're definitely the one for him.

¤ He proposed you not too long after. 🥺💍

¤ Best thing? He agreed to it when you told him you wanted to adopt the pup. You named her "Freya"

[Freya (Nordic) - goddess of love, beauty, fertility, war, wealth, divination and magic.]

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @/anon

[txdoroki]

kenma and sugawara with an s/o that loves to nap :]

@babymilkawa I HOPE I GOT THEIR CHARACTERS RIGHT PLS LMK IF THERE'S SOMETHING THAT I CAN IMPROVE ON AHHHH :]

uhhh this is my first writing for haikyuu, so forgive me if it isn't the best :,) i rlly hope this was good tho!!

gn reader | warnings: none | words: 629

fluff asf

hope you enjoy :)))

kenma kozume

-doesn’t sleep while you are, but likes having you lay next to him nonetheless

-honestly quiet anyways even if you’re awake, he likes to just coexist with you on his chest while he plays on his game

-your breathing always seems to match up with his while you’re sleeping on accident, you don’t point it out though

-sometimes if he decides he’s stayed at your house for too long in the middle of your nap, he’ll quietly get up, get you situated on whatever you’re sleeping on, and kiss your forehead before leaving to go home

-although you’ve literally never caught him in the act. not even once, so you assume he’s fast and stealthy about it.?

-or maybe he takes his time who tf knows mans is too quiet it’s like he trained himself to tiptoe correctly

-when you first got together he would be confused when you wouldn’t respond to his dry ass texts until hours later, until he found you napping on your couch a few weeks into dating

-now you literally fall asleep everywhere at all times, and he just quietly situates you so you’re comfy whenever you’re together

-always is sure to have a spare blanket in his backpack in case you randomly decide to sleep in a movie theater or something

-it comes in handy wayyyyy too much for him to take out of his bag

-maybe just maybe he likes to stare (not in a creepy way) at your peaceful expression whenever you’re asleep

-i mean you just look so happy how could he not??

-when he beats a level in his game, it makes a dumb loud noise and he is always like (*´ー｀*) when you start stirring because it woke you up

sugawara koshi

-100% has a collection of pictures on his phone that he took when you were sleeping in a crazy position

-scrolls through them when he misses you to make him smile

-def naps with you

-says it’s a bonding moment but really just. you just look so comfy so why not.

-likes to play soft, sweet music while you both are sleeping so you wake up and he gets to see you looking all flustered because of whatever lyrics

-yall have a whole ass nap playlist (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ im so jealous

-one time like a month ago you woke up to him singing along to “love.” by kendrick lamar and that moment alone runs through your brain 24/7

-his dopey smile when he sees you still laying next to him when he wakes up >>>> PLS I WANNA CRY HES SO CUTE

-likes spooning you when you’re napping, or at least cuddling in some way so he’s holding you against him

-whenever you wake up and you see him just smiling at you you go to apologize for wasting your entire night from your napping but then he’s like

-no y/n!! i love napping with you, you’re so warm :] now c’mere we’re cuddling again

-never leaves while you’re asleep, if you go to sleep laying with him, you’ll wake up that way.

-he always demands a goodbye kiss from you anyways, and it isn’t much fun to kiss your partner goodbye when they won’t remember it

-although he does gets a lil frustrated when you nap on the bench when you had promised to watch him practice, he understands you’re just sleepy all the time

-tbh more mad he can’t skip practice and cuddle with you than mad that you’re asleep

-you have a designated cuddle blanket that you make him wash before you come over

-sometimes he makes lil blanket forts on his bed for you to nap in cause you had mentioned it made you happy to nap surrounded by blankets and softness ONCE.

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[autumn-writes]

I've had this idea for a long time now,but never requested it! So can I request Hajime and his fem!s/o fighting over which is better?, orange juice or apple juice?

i couldn't write this in headcanons cause this had to be an imagine scenario- i'm gonna have so much fun with this!! thanks for the amazing idea, anon!

S/O and Hajime arguing over which is better. Orange juice, or apple juice?!

"Babe, I can't go on like this. This is just TOO MUCH!" your shouts filled the room as Hajime let out a sigh in disappointment.

"This is disappointing S/O. This shouldn't even have a debate because we both know which is superior!" Hajime said, crossing his arms as he turns to look at you with a disagreeing look.

"How dare you speak back to your beloved S/O?! I'm hurt, Hajime! Say sorry right now you meanie!"

"And what if I don't?"

"How rude! I'll tell Mahiru on you—!"

Now, this argument was pretty pointless. How exactly did it start? Well...

A few minutes ago, you and Hajime were deciding one what to get when you go to the store. You two had been in agreement till the very last item. Juice.

Hajime being the orange juice loving fuck that he is said orange juice. While your apple juice loving ass said apple juice.

And now here you two are, having the debate of the century.

"You just don't get it Hajime! Apple juice is way better than orange juice! How can you not see— taste that!"

"Orange juice is clearly better, S/O. And that's a fact that I'm willing to stick with till the day my body can't ingest it anymore." He says proudly with a huff and his arms crossed.

"Hajimeeee come onnnnn!! Just agree with me for once pleaseeeeee~?" you whined, all the while giving him the best convincing puppy eyes that you could. Hajime was so ready to give in but we know how stubborn this man can get.

"No, S/O. We're getting orange juice and that's final. It's way better than apple juice." He said with a satisfied huff, standing seemingly victorious over your sulking form.

"But-But how could you even like orange juice? It's so— orangey!"

"It's called orange juice for a reason, S/O." He deadpanned at your pretty much ridiculous arguments.

Sighing, you slump over and hug your knees before pouting. Hajime was simply laughing at your reaction.

"Now come on let's go get some orange juice, alright?"

...

No response.

"S/O, don't be like that. We can get some apple juice next week."

...

Still no response.

"S/O?" He asked, approaching you from behind and reaching a hand out to place on your shoulder, before he fell to the ground with you suddenly lunging in him.

"What the—?!" Could be heard before a thump reached yours and Hajime's ears as you grinned at him victoriously.

"Hajime, you're way too weak! I was able to take you down easily due to the power my apple juice gave me! So it's obviously better you weakling!" You exclaimed and giggle, before quickly grabbing him by the hand and dragging him out of the door before he could protest.

"We're getting apple juice, which is wayyyyy better than orange juice!" You say.

"I beg to differ—" he prepares his argument before being cut off once again by you.

"Nuh uh. Now way are you saying no now. I won, so we're getting apple juice!!" Your happy exclamations reach his ears as you drag him to the closest store.

"S-S/O—"

"Too bad so sad, Ha-ji-me! Orange juice is way too orangey for my taste! Besides, we can always buy your OJ next week!" You say, giving him a wide smile as you happily enter the store with him being dragged by you. Seeing your cute little smile... Perhaps this wasn't so bad...

"S/O... I hate you." He says, showing a small smile with a blush present on his cheeks as he holds your hand back, squeezing it tightly

"Don't act so upset by me, babe! Your actions say the exact opposite~ You know you love me~!"

Well, you were right. He certainly did.

But still.

"I hope you know that despite how cute you are, I'm still for OJ supremacy."

"Haji, shut up :) Agree with me for once."

The argument is still on going. Looks like you two aren't going to be on the same page when it comes to juice.

i enjoyed writing this so much i enjoyed reading my own stupidity put into words- i hope you like this as much as i enjoyed writing this, anon!

stay safe and healthy! be sure to eat your meals, stay hydrated and take rests when needed!!

[littlx-songbxrd]

Zia I have an important question. (Also hi!!! How are you? 🌻)

If the bullies from the academy beat Alastair for a whole year, why do they never physically harm the Merry Thieves? (Save for the demon incident with dumbass Clive)

Especially say Thomas? Who was unusually frail for a shadowhunter?

Why do I feel like it was racism? I mean it could be something to do with their families maybe? That there would be consequences for them, but also there was no consequences for the demon thing soooo

Did Alastair's method of verbal humiliation just make them laugh more so they didn't feel the need? Like WHAT is happening? Did they only beat up Alastair and no one else??

(Also why is no one angry with Eugenia for dating Augustus? He actively bullied them too, even insulting Tessa while staying in her home....James literally threw him into the Thames? Why is it never mentioned that the Thieves at least didn't approve? It sort of makes the "they hate Alastair more because he is actively in their life" theory lose some credibility?)

I don't mean this to sound rude or critical of the Merry Thieves, I mean it more as an inconsistency in CC writing

I feel like you've come to the right place for this because I partake in the hobby of overanalisis wayy too much (and am critical of the mt to a certain extent but fjfnnfnrmfnnf)

Now, this could all very well be CC not being consistent or maybe not thinking of certain plot points before she publiahed nbs and cls

But if we see it in canon context, it does keep the question, why do they hit Alastsir and not the merty thieves

In my opinion theres a simple answer

Merry thieves had power

Alastair did not

Yes the merry thieves were potrayed as "outcast" in the academy and were tormented verbally

But the merry thieves are also very much the sons of 3 of the most influencial families in london. If they contiously hit and phydically harmed them, do you think their parents would sit and do nothing?

You really want to deal with the Consul, head of the london institute perhaps

I do not claim verbal bullying has any lesser effect than physical (both can be extremly damaging). But verbal sure is a lot easier to hide, specially in theyre society

Where they dont really have any sense of mental health, which is the side verbal bullying affects. If shadowhunters dont believe in mental health ot wouldnt be such a hard thing to hide within the school itself. Meanwhile if they hurt any of them, thatd be a lot harder to cover up

They could get away with an incident, once. But if it happened again are you gonna be the one to deal with the consul?

They might have been outcast, but their families did have power

Now Alastair

Lets go by simple logic

If you see you do smth and you can get away with it

Why would you stop?

If they bullied Alastaor and got away with hitting him with no consequence

Why would they stop?

Alastair has no safetly net, maybe all they know about his father are through rumors of his fall of grace but if they harm Alastair and really nothing happens. No repricusions from his family, why would they see reason to stop picking on him?

Alastair was small, just out of a toxic family and very vulnurable. No one came for him when they first did it, neither the second. Because I dont think Alastair would write back, because what would he leave the academy for? To go back to Elias? Again? After this was his final chance

I do certainly believe racism did play a part of it to a certain degree. I feel this part (given the shadowhunter world building) would play more part into the verbal side of it

Cause heres a noy who doesnt look like them, doesnt speak like them (yes Alastair did not have a brittish accent, he developoed it in the acadeny fight me djjkfk) and will never be like them

Do you think the mundane kids working for assension wouldnt give him weird looks? Those raised in mundane society who are only used to seeing people like him as beggars or "my mama and papa told me we shouldnt trust them?"

Which adds in itself more reason to not write home, cause how does he tell his mother they dont trust him because of the culture she gave him?

This got way to long and idk if it makes sense but i've been thinking wayyyyy too much about it

ALSO YOIRE RIGHT ABOUT THE AUGUSTUS THING BUT I GUESS THATS ON CCS PART. ITS IDIOTOC BUT-

Also im doing fine!

Quick question since I just realized this

Is there anything I can call you by? Cause I dont think I call you anything and its messing with my brain

If not I'll give you a nickname!

[pacifymebby]

Hi! Do you have any advice for how to get yourself out of a rut? I had to quit my job a while ago because my mental health was so bad. I've been feeling a bit better recently and want to get out and do stuff more and try and get a new job but I'm kinda nervous after not doing anything for a while.

Hi lovely I'm so sorry, I wanted to reply to this so much sooner than I am!!!

I do have a bit and I'm sorry if it's stuff you have heard before or if its not helpful, but the things I generally find help me when I'm in a rut are these

Routine!!! - Even if its the smallest set of things, breaking the rut routine is the hardest but most important step for me. I'm a depression sleeper so I stay in bed wayyyyy longer than I need to when I'm in a rut and it makes me feel worse with every day that goes by! So for me I'll try to get up at 6am, I won't necessarily do anything productive but I'll say, get up make coffee, play animal crossing or something like that and that's the break in my rut routine that helps me get my shit together a little, or at least has me start my day not feeling so groggy and low.

Eat!!! (sounds rich coming from me right haha) - I notice I tend to live off bits of dry bread and like super noodles when I'm depressed so when I want to break myself out of this I will try to plan a meal I'm going to cook that week. Literally just one meal. This is good because in order to make the meal you have to LEAVE THE HOUSE!!! which is another thing I don't tend to do when I'm in a rut. So you go to the shop, you wander around gathering your ingredients like you're Lana del rey at the farmers market, you tell yourself you're the hottest kid at the big Asda and then you go home, you clean your kitchen!!! (AND WASH DISHES!!!!) and then you cook.

You can make this into a whole days worth of activity or at least I do anyway and it kind of keeps your mind active enough that you're not in your negative tired rut thinking cycle, and at the end of the day you enjoy this good home cooked meal (doesn't have to be complicated last time I did this I literally made tomatoes on toast) that's nutritious and you feel like you've achieved something. Which boosts your self esteem, which leaves you feeling a little more like you're capable of getting out of the rut.

Go Slow!! - don't put too much pressure to be alive and functioning and sparky and happy immediately, I think if you focus on perfection you end up digging yourself further into the negative thought cycle and damage your self esteem by not achieving this massive goal all at once. I really mean it when I say I take baby steps. Like if I were to show you how my steps look its long!

Day 1

1. set alarm for 6am/ wake up and 6am maybe fail a few times, actually get up at 10am but hey its not 2pm so its a win!! Maybe tomorrow I'll be up at 9?

2. Write a list of all the shit you need to do that is stressing you out or making you feel bad, this can be chores but it can also be hobbies or just tasks like going for a walk that you feel bad because you haven't done in awhile and then this is the important bit!!!! Pick ONE small thing to do today, maybe read a little bit or take the bin out of wash the dishes, but only one thing that I definitely want to do!!! anything else I get done is a bonus!!

3. Try to eat one meal that isn't a pot noodle or dry bread, even if its just beans on toast (in fact beans on toast is an excellent hearty meal and I encourage you to strive for beans on toast) Try not to stay up till 4am, try to go to bed earlyish.

Day 2

1. Maybe today we get up on time or at least the same time as yesterday or whatever.

2. Maybe today we get another thing done off our list, maybe we're feeling good because we actually did stuff yesterday so today we get two things done :o :o :o

3. Go to bed earlyish again, hopefully we're tired from all this stuff we're getting done.

Day 3

1. Got to keep getting up early, this is the new routine we are setting for ourselves to make sure we don't fall into the old routine. If you like eating breakfast motivate yourself out of bed with breakfast!!!!

2. Pick another thing off that list, but only one, this is part of the new routine too! we are getting one task done each day!!!

3. If you don't have to leave the house for stuff like school or work, this is an important one, but on day 3 once we have gotten our self esteem up a little bit, we're looking at leaving the house!!! maybe to get milk, maybe to go for a walk, maybe to look at dilfs in the park, idk, whatever, we're going outside

4. fresh air is knackering, early to bed we go

Day 4

1. Get up early

2. pick a thing off the list to get done

3. plan that meal you want to cook and make it today!!!

4. Turn the meal into like a radical act of self care, make the room you eat in nice and cosy, light a candle, watch your favourite show whilst you eat. Whatever just enjoy the food and the experience of cooking it!!!. Have music on whilst you're cooking and sing along or something!!!

5. Bed time.

It basically goes on and on like that adding a new step each day or maybe every day or so depending on how I'm doing/ feeling.

Something I've found I like to do is Swimming, I go twice or three times a week normally and it really helps me to release all the tension I'm physically holding in my body (because I really experience physical symptoms of depression and anxiety) If swimming isn't your thing there's a couple yoga poses that are great, look up Childs Pose on YouTube or something, that one is incredible when you do it right because you feel the release of tension the moment you relax after holding the pose, and its the easiest fucking pose in the world.

Don't Isolate Yourself!!!!! - if you have friends you can call or like a family member to phone for like a 15 minute chat or something, just do that one day, just a check in to see how someone is. This small social interaction will help you feel less isolated and more connected with the world again which is good. I tend to drop off the face of the earth when I'm really struggling so phoning B or one of my mates is a really good way for me to bring myself back a little.

I think the main thing is to be kind to yourself though, we tend to get stuck in ruts like this because we fall into a negative pattern of feeling guilty for not doing things but not doing things because we feel shit, and the longer it goes on the less good we feel and the more our self esteem drops, so the best way to climb out of the rut is to do small self esteem boosting things each day, like making beans on toast. You don't have to do massive things to boost your self esteem, it can literally just be washing and brushing your teeth, getting dressed, eating food. Self neglect is one of the biggest attacks on self esteem and the longer we neglect ourselves the worse we feel but then the less worthy we feel of looking after ourselves because we blame ourselves for not being a good adult and functioning "well"

So yeah, not beating yourself up for being in the rut in the first place is the most important thing you can do. The next most important thing is to make one small break in your rut routine so that you can start chipping away at it and slowly sculpting yourself a new routine which leaves you feeling more empowered and good about yourself.

That's probably just a really long winded and daft way of explaining CBT or something but idk, those are some things I find help me.

Hope you break out of your rut soon lovely!!!! sending you all my love and support and if there is anything you need you know where I am!!!! <3 <3 <3

[honeyhan-123]

Doctor Doctor

Summary: With a bullet in his arm, Bucky seeks medical attention and a certain surgeon catches his eye. 

Warnings: non-con, gun play (gun fucking), biker!Bucky, minor descriptions of blood and bullet wounds. 

Word Count: 3k

AN: This was written for the incredible and lovely @the-soulofdevil​ and her 500 follower writing challenge. Congrats gurl, I’m so proud. My prompt was a doctor au. Also, I’ve been watching wayyyyy to much Grey’s Anatomy, pls help me. 

Squares Filled: Biker!AU & Knife/Gun play

My Masterlist 

Exhaustion held your body captive as you dragged your feet, your eyes fluttering shut every few steps. Your entire body was sore, your neck cricked from looking down at the body on your operating table for so long and your hands were slightly cramping. The CABG surgery had taken far longer than you had expected, and now nothing was sounding better than going home, opening a bottle of sauvignon blanc and taking a long hot bath. 

You eyes the door for the stairs disdainfully. Deep down you knew you should take them. The attendings lounge was only two floors up but you were dead tired so instead, you plodded along to the elevator, jabbing the up button. Looking back on it you really should have taken the stairs.

The elevator finally dinged on your floor, the doors opening slowly and without even looking, you jumped inside. You only noticed the other occupant after the doors had slid closed. He was tall, impressively built, and his eyes were a stunning shade of cerulean blue. You hated yourself for wondering briefly if he was here visiting a girlfriend. 

However you could tell there was something off about him but, maybe that’s what attracted you. You had always had terrible taste in men. You could feel his body come closer, invading your personal space. A hand reached out to your name tag, his eyes flickering over it. 

‘A surgeon huh? So I guess you know your way around the body.’ 

‘Excuse me?’ The words were barely out of your mouth before he reached into the waist bands of his jeans, pulling a gun from it with one hand, his other pressing the shutdown button on the elevator panel.

‘I need you to do me a favour Doc. I need you to get this bullet out of my arm.’ You stared down the barrel of his glock, your mouth going dry as he continued to speak. ‘Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to press the start button and then the elevator doors will open. You’ll take me somewhere private and you’ll quietly and stealthily get whatever you need to get the fuckin’ bullet out of me. If you even think about calling for help I will blow the brains out of whoever is around. Clear?’ Your heart thudded like a hummingbird’s wings and the turtleneck underneath your scrubs felt far too tight around your throat. 

‘I said. Are we clear?��� He pressed the gun directly between your eyes, forcing the cool metal against your heated skin and you nodded. 

‘Yes.’ You barely managed to squeak out your assent.

‘Sir.’ He added for emphasis. 

‘Yes Sir. I understand.’ 

‘Good girl. Are you ready? And remember, if anyone dies, it’s your fault.’ You nodded once more and watched as he pressed the green start button, the elevator coming back to life. He stowed his gun back into the waistband of his jeans, sending you a look that clearly said he could whip it back out faster than you could scream. But his look was unneeded. You weren’t going to call for help. The people that worked at this hospital were like your family. There was no way you were going to risk any of their lives.

You lead him through various hallways, picking up an abandoned supply trolley as you went until you came across an empty patient room. You gestured for him to sit on the bed as you pulled on a gown and gloves before wheeling the stool over and sitting in front of him. 

He grunted in pain as he pulled his leather jacket off, his t-shirt following soon after. Under normal circumstances you would have cut the material away but seeing him in pain gave you a sick sense of glee. But as you stared at his now bare chest, any sense of joy quickly seeped from you, dread taking its place. It shouldn’t have been as much of a shock as it was to see the pitch black ink staring back at you. He had waved a gun in your face for crying out loud. But still, seeing the dark outline of a wolf on his chest sent a chill through you. Of course this man was a White Wolf. 

‘Scared of a little ink doc?’ The man before you teased a smirk taking over his plush pink lips.

‘Of course not Sir.’ You quipped back. It was only half a lie. You weren’t afraid of the tattoo itself, more of what it represented. You had seen far too many victims of the White Wolves over your time working at Seattle Grace Hospital. ‘I’m going to have to go in blind, I hope that’s okay as I assume you don’t want to be checked in?’ You asked even though you knew the answer you would get. 

‘Obviously.’ His voice was a monotone as he rolled his eyes, your hands sweeping over the blood surrounding the torn skin. The bullet didn’t seem to be too deep which was lucky for him. It would make extraction a lot easier. Once the site was clean you pulled over the IV kit, standing to attach the morphine to the drip before picking up the needle and making for his other arm. ‘No.’ He yanked his arm out of your grip with such force that you stumbled. 

‘Excuse me?’ You were confused as you sat back on the stool, the needle still in your hand. 

‘No drugs. Just get it out now.’ He pulled the needle from you, chucking it across the room as he did so.

‘I’m sorry sir but I have to insist. The drugs will help you stay still through the pain as I extract the bullet.’ No matter how much his pain earlier had helped ease your own you weren’t a sadist. 

‘I said no. I don’t want any drugs, I can handle the pain. Just get the fucking bullet out now.’ He growled and you submitted, scared that the commotion might attract unwanted visitors. Quickly you organised your tray and held the tweezers up to the bullet hole. 

To your surprise, the man barely flinched as you pressed the metal against the tender flesh, searching for the bronze bullet that you could barely make out. You had expected him to yield, allowing you to administer the painkillers but he barely reacted, the occasional hiss or grunt escaping his lips was the only sign he felt anything. 

Finally the bullet came free and there was a clink as you disposed of it in one of the metal bowls. Next you started working on patching him up. Some more blood had spilled from the wound as you had worked and he would definitely need stitches. As you worked you heard your parents voices echo around in your head, telling you horror stories of the White Wolves. 

The gang had been haunting Seattle since the early forties and were often used as bedtime stories told to young children to make sure they didn’t stay out too late. While you had taken your parents warnings seriously growing up, you had always thought they exaggerated the cruelty of the gang. Working in the hospital had changed your mind. Their cruelty was unparalleled and perhaps if you weren’t so afraid of what they would do to your family you might have thought about “accidentally” clipping his axillary artery. He would be dead within minutes but you knew the other Wolves would come around sniffing for answers. 

You struggled to keep your hands steady as you worked but finally you did the last stitch and bandaged his arm. ‘You’re going to have to wear a sling for next 4-6 weeks to make sure it heals properly and isn’t jolted around because you don’t want to be pulling your stitches. Also no strenuous exercise for at least two weeks and after then only light exercise such as going for a walk.’

‘What about fucking?’ Your lips parted involuntarily, shocked at how blatantly he had asked the question.  

‘Erm, well that would count as strenuous exercise but after the two week mark perhaps depending on umm… on how you… on your chosen, erm, position then it should be okay.’ You felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You talked about sex and other embarrassing topics all the time in post-care but something about the way his cerulean blue eyes were staring at you so intently had you stumbling over your words like a school girl. 

‘Hmmm… that’s a shame. If I had known this morning was going to be the last time for a while I would have made it something special.’ He mused to himself, his eyes drifting over your dark blue scrubs as you pulled off the gloves and gown. ‘But since I’m here, you could always fix me back up if something happened. Couldn’t you doc?’   

‘Excuse me?’ You asked in confusion, blood draining from your face as he got off the bed and began stalking towards you. You backed away quickly, your hands fumbling with the door as you tried to pull it open only to have his uninjured arm slam it back shut. He twisted your body around so your back was pressed against the wood, both his arms pinning you against the wall as he leaned in. 

‘I think you heard me doc. The same warnings apply. Scream and I’ll kill anyone who walks through that door.’ His breath tasted like cigarettes and his body was hot and hard against you. When you gulped and finally managed a nod, he pulled you from the door, bringing you back over to the bed, forcing you to lean over it. 

He pressed his growing bulge against your ass as he pulled your scrub top over your head, the pale blue turtleneck and your bra following soon after. You squirmed in his arms but despite his injury his grip was steel tight. He groaned against the shell of your ear as he palmed your breasts, kneading them until your nipples began to harden. His breath was hot and heavy against the skin of your neck as his hands moved lower, down to the waistband of your scrubs. He slipped one hand in underneath your panties and groaned out. 

‘Oh Doc, you’re already so wet for me.’ He breathed out and you shuddered against him, trying to squeeze your legs together as tightly as you could. He tutted you, pinching your ass through the scrubs. ‘Behave. You don’t want to know what happens to bad girls.’ You choked back your sob as you nodded and allowed him to push you back against the bed, Your chest resting on the cold sheets. He slipped your scrubs down your legs and continued to play with your clit, rubbing it harshly as you tried to force your body not to react. One hand grabbed both your wrists, pinning them both at the small of your back as he moved.

‘One thing I’ve learnt from girls like you is that you always need something inside of you to feel full don’t you?’ You felt him shift behind you and then suddenly something very cold brushed against your thigh. You struggled in his hold even harder, thrashing your body around the cool metal brushed against your heated lips. You didn’t have to see it to know what it was.

He swirled the barrel around, coating it in the slick that had involuntarily pooled along your lips. ‘No. No! Stop it! Get off of me.’ You tried to buck him off but his grip remained like iron, holding you down against the mattress with one hand as the other eased the barrel inside of you. You thrashed wildly as the cool metal juxtaposed the heat between your legs causing an odd sensation to form. 

You hated the way the edges of the gun moved against your walls, making you feel every tiny ridge in the metal. You hated the way your body was responding to it even more. 

You barely managed to hold back your moans as his pace picked up, becoming unrelenting. The urge to roll your hips back onto him had you shuddering with disgust. Your body shouldn’t be responding like this, it shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as it was. But you couldn’t help it anymore, not when he called you his good girl. Praising you for taking his gun so well. 

The moans started tumbling from your lips and soon enough the coil in your belly had snapped and you pulsated in his arms. Your body convulsed as he slowly edged you down from your high. 

‘See? That wasn’t so bad. I’ve always wanted to have a cunt on the end of my gun.’ You shivered at his words, your senses slowly coming back to you. ‘Here, taste yourself.’ He forced the metal by your face and you wanted to shrink away in disgust, yet the tone of his voice told you that wasn’t an option. Hesitantly, you moved your head towards it, licking a small stripe along the side, praying that was enough to satisfy him. ‘Not like that. Suck it like it's my cock.’ You shuddered and cringing inside, you angled your head to take it like he wanted, terrified that his finger would slip on the trigger. 

You forced yourself to slowly bob your head going up and down the gun’s length, his groans echoing in the room as he rubbed himself against you in time with your movements. Suddenly, the gun was gone and you heard the tell-tale clink of his buckle, the fly of his zipper following. 

‘Please you don’t have to do this. I won’t tell anyone, please.’ You could no longer hold back the tears and they fell onto the mattress beneath you, darkening the white sheets. 

‘I’m sorry Sweetheart, but that’s just not how the White Wolves work. You see, when we see something we want... ’ his face dipped down next to your ear as he whispered into it, ‘we take it.’ And with that he entered you with one long thrust. You cried out at the intrusion. Although you were shamefully wet, you hadn’t been prepared for the sheer size of him. ‘Oh fuck doc. Your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight.’ 

There was no gradual build up. Just straight hard fucking. His balls slapped against your ass as he rutted into you, his pace unforgiving. You screamed out underneath him as you felt one hand wrap around your thigh, circling your already sensitive clit. ‘That’s it sweetheart. That’s such a good girl.’ You moaned as his deep sensual voice penetrated your ears. 

You felt his grip on your hands loosen before it wrapped around your throat, pulling you up against his chest. He felt even deeper like this and your tears ran down your cheeks freely. You hated how every stroke of his cock made you shudder in the best way possible. 

Your hands clutched at his around your throat as black dots started to appear in your vision. Between how breathless you were from the fucking and the crying, it was no surprise that you were struggling to breathe. 

‘C'mon sweetheart. Scream my name for me. Let everyone know who’s fucking this pussy so right.’ He didn’t seem to care that you could barely breathe or that he hadn’t even bothered to give you his name so you choked a meager Sir. He seemed to realise his mistake as he grunted his name into your ear. 

‘Bucky….’ Your voice was hoarse. 

‘Louder.’ He growled and you repeated yourself. ‘Louder baby, louder.’ 

With air you didn’t know you had, you screamed his name for him, the waves of pleasure crashing inside of you reaching their peaks as you did. He groaned into your ear as he kept rutting, riding you out through your orgasm as your body collapsed back on the bed. He thrusted a few more times before hastily pulling out, his seed dripping down onto your ass as he moaned unashamedly. 

‘Well fuck doc. How was that for strenuous  activity?’ You couldn’t respond as he laughed, fabric rustling in the background as he dressed. ‘Didn’t even pull any stitches either.’ He mused to himself and you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Shame washed over you like a tidal wave, pinning you in place. 

You saw him walk around the bed, kneeling down as he came into view. ‘Get dressed.’ His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument, but still, you didn't move. ‘Fine. Stay like that and let the next guy who walks in see your wrecked cunt. Like I give a shit.’ It was only at his brusque words and the reminder that this is in fact your workplace that you finally stood sorely. Your hands reached up to brush away the tears on your cheeks and you see him fiddling with your phone that had been in your pants pockets as you dress. 

‘What are you doing?’ You barely manage to get the words out. 

‘Just getting your number. You never know when having a doctor on call will be handy in my line of work.’ You tried to hide your scoff and failed. 

‘Your line of work? You mean terrorising the streets of Seattle.’ You have no idea where this fire has come from and if you knew better you would have definitely kept your mouth shut.

‘No, I mean running a multi-million dollar enterprise.’ You gulp, swallowing thicky as he stands his chest nearly touching yours. 

‘Running?’ You question, even though you’re not sure you quite want his answer. 

‘Yeah sweetheart. Running.’ His hands lift up and he slides your phone back into your chest pocket. And with a wink sent your way he slips out from the room, leaving you with a sense of dread for the next time your phone will ring. 

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