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under-sedationnn · 3 years ago

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

#the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcane game #the arcana lucio #nadia the arcana #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #lucio montag #count lucio #lucio #portia devorak #portia headcanons #muriel the mountain man #muriel x mc #the arcana muriel #muriel

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ttuesday · 3 years ago

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How would the VDL gang comfort you if you’re in pain? 🥺🥺🥺 (I’ve always wondered this don’t judge me lmao)

oooo this is a good one!!! I also got another similar ask about how the gang help someone with chronic pain so cause they're kinda similar I'm gonna mash the two of them together so I don't repeat myself! Hope the other anon doesn’t mind <3

Arthur

Arthur would find a way to blame himself. He tells himself that he should have been more prepared, that he should’ve properly assessed all the risks or that he should have somehow seen this coming.

He mutters all of this as he helps you. If you got shot or hurt while out on a job, Arthur immediately tends to your wounds. No matter what happened to make you feel such pain, Arthur stays by your side and tries his best to help.

He gently takes your hand and kisses it. “You’re gonna be alright,” he says “I can’t take the pain away but I promise you’ll be ok”.

Dutch

Dutch hates to see you in pain. This is one of the few things he can’t control and he despises it. After a few seconds of shock, he starts helping you.

Dutch is aware he isn’t a doctor, so he takes you to the closest person who has more medical knowledge than him. He wants someone who knows what they’re doing to help you.

”Well, it looks like you’ll be taking it easy for the next few days” he says, a relieved smile on his face. Dutch is secretly freaking out the entire time you’re in pain but he puts on a brave face and acts calm.

Charles

Charles tries his best to stay calm as a way of keeping you calm. He knows that the worst thing to do now is panic because that will only make everything worse.

If he has to bandage up any wounds, he makes sure to talk you through every little thing he does. While he does that, he asks Arthur to go collect some herbs so he can make a natural health tonic.

As he lifts the cup filled with the tonic up to your lips, he tells you “It’s important for you to rest now, you need to give your body time to heal”.

John

John wants to know all about how you got into this situation. The more he knows, the more he can help. John suggests a lot of ways to help ease the pain but not a lot of them are amazing methods.

John timidly runs his hand through your hair, scared that the simple action might cause you more pain. You’re like a delicate flower to him and he’s worried he might accidently do something that will cause you to be in more pain.

“Does that hurt? Christ, y-you scared the shit out of me, you know that?” he gives a small, nervous laugh as he continues fidget with your hair.

Javier

Javier is terrified. He can’t lose you, that’s not an option for him. Even if it’s only a small cut, Javier will act like you just got stabbed with a katana.

Javier is very serious about your well-being so he has no problem ordering people around and threatening whoever says he’s making a big deal about it.

He stays with you until you feel better. Javier doesn’t care if it’ll take a day, week or even a month. You’re his main priority. “You’ll get through this,” he smiles weakly “you need to get through this, I... I need you”.

Sadie

Sadie stays realistic and honest. If she’s unsure of what to do, she’ll tell you and hope you’ll give her some instructions.

If you have a wound that needs bandaging, Sadie will do it in an instant or if you just need to be held until the pain passes then Sadie can do that too.

“The pain might not fade for another few hours but you’re strong, I know you’ll be back on your feet in the next day or two” she confidently says as she holds you close.

Bill

Bill goes straight into army mode. He’s heavy handed, so Bill may accidently worsen the pain from time to time but he’s trying his best to fix you any way he can.

He commands the others to go get you some water and extra blankets while Bill continues to help relieve some of the pain for you.

He’ll need you to tell him everything will be ok. Bill desperately needs to hear you say that. “Y-yeah, you’ll be ok... I’ll make sure of it” he nods to himself.

Micah

Micah’s frustrated and angry. He doesn’t understand why this has to happen. Secretly he thinks this is some higher power’s way of getting revenge on him for all the wrongdoings he’s done.

He yells at everyone, lectures you for being in pain, and nearly punches Bill for asking how you were. But from the way his hand slightly trembled when he brought it up to pinch the bridge of his nose, you knew he was only lashing out because he was scared.

“I told you, ya gotta be careful,” he huffs as he gets up to get you a glass of water “now don’t move while I’m gone, knowing you you’ll probably end up cracking your goddamn skull open”.

Hosea

Hosea stays calm. He’s seen a lot in his time, so he knows how to deal with a lot.

As a way to try and distract you from the pain, Hosea tells you stories about old heists and cons he did. He talks to you throughout it, asking you questions and telling you stories.

“I know you’re hurting but you’re handling this so well, reminds me of the first time John fell off his horse” he smiles softly “he didn’t stop complaining about that for months”.

Sean

Inside Sean’s brain, there are mini Sean’s running around and screaming while everything is on fire. He’s like a deer in headlights, and Sean makes it very clear to you that he’s panicking.

“Right, ok, fuck, shit... uh ok I think I put pressure where it hurts, right? I think that works, shit, let’s try it anyways and you tell me if it’s making everything worse, yeah?”.

If your pain exceeds his incredible medical knowledge then he’ll let someone else look at it... but he will be watching over their shoulder and questioning every little thing they do.

#anon I would never judge you #I've also thought about this in the past lmao #especially when I get a paper cut and need a cowboy to comfort me #writings #headcanons #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #charles smith #john marston #bill williamson #sadie adler #micah bell #hosea matthews #sean macguire #javier escuella #rdr2

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idvlover · 3 years ago

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so uh naib new skin man in red hcs?

I love his skin so much (I love all of Naib's skins because he's my comfort character, but that quickly went to the top with Dax falling second and inference falling third lol)

Man In Red HC's:

Ruthless man he is and a very ruthless ruler. A lot of people fear him and they have every right to

He used to be loving and innocent himself, but something during the plague made him snap. Causing everyone he held close to him to run, only making him worse

Other than Violetta, he hasn't been close to anyone since. If anything, he wants to rule the throne on his own. No one to talk him out of things or to try something behind his back

The last person who tried to stop him was Edgar. Poor man was literally crucified when he tried to stop Naib from overtaking the throne

He's also pretty wicked when it comes to dealing with other kingdoms. Surprisingly, he never plans on invading one. But if a ruler keeps pushing it, he just might

After other rulers see how he runs and deal with things, they quickly back off and leave him alone. He is clearly someone not to be messed with, and they are not about to test his abilities in war and find out how cruel he can truly be

You have to be someone he holds very, VERY, dear to his heart in order to even be friend

One of his citizens managed to squeeze their way into his heart. Even become his s/o

They were trying to carry some stuff home, unfortunately, someone had stolen their horse, leaving them to carry what they could and possibly come back the next day and get it

They bumped into Naib by accident, they apologized, but when they saw his face they began to apologize even more out of panic

Naib just stares at them deadpanned and wondering why they're trying to carry all this stuff on their own. So he asks them as he picked up one of the items to look at it

They explain their situation. For once, deep down he wanted to help someone. And he did help them

S/o was quite nervous though. Naib asked them about their home life and what they do. Just small talk

They tell him that they're managing okay-ish. The plague that swept through plummeted their family business unfortunately

After helping them, he went back to the palace and kept thinking about them

He started leaving the palace a lot more frequently. Something about s/o just makes him feel like a person again and he missed that feeling so much

S/o starts slowly becoming comfortable with him that one day, they invite him into their little home

It only has one bedroom, a tiny kitchen, etc. But it's cozy and easy to keep up with

Naib finds the little home cute

He tries to invite them to the palace, but they get nervous about it because other people live in it. The last thing they want to do is get in the way of something by accident

He isn't bothered by this and kind of prefers to visit them anyway

After knowing them for quite some time. He shows up in their house with a rose (don't worry s/o gave him a house key if he ever wanted to visit)

S/o comes home and sees him. He goes on about how they knew each other for a while and eventually asks if they want to try and have a relationship together

The only reason he didn't try marrying them right away like people normally during these times is that he needs to make sure if this is something they and himself truly want. He's still scared that they will up and leave

But of course, s/o didn't leave if anything they just became more affectionate towards him. A lot of people envy them because they get to see and be around the sweet and loving man while the rest have to live under his rule

Naib is VERY protective though. He knows not very many people like him and would do anything to make him fall to his knees. So he asked his s/o if they come live with him. They don't have to sell their home or anything, he just wants to be there for them immediately if anything happens

He loves rubbing their back and whispering sweet nothings into their ear

At random times of the day, he'll steal a couple of kisses

He's a tease. Likes to pretend he's going to give them a loving and sweet kiss. Only to say: "my, you seem to want a kiss?" Leaving them to look redder than his clothes

He just laughs and gives them the kiss they wanted

Naib does plan on making them his king/queen. He just knows people who are popular or something (idk) will have issues with it because s/o isn't a royal or anyone considered important

He can shut them up quick, but it's the one's who scheme he's worried about

Violetta assures him that if she catches anyone being suspicious, they won't be around for much longer

But everything goes smoothly because again. Naib is some you don't want to mess with and if you hurt his s/o consequences are going to be so much worse

If his s/o is okay with it, he would like to have an heir (he would still love the child and would never treat them like some sort of project). If not, he's completely fine with that

If they prefer to stay out of the public eye, he respects that. He knows it's a bit stressful

S/o might become the favorite in the kingdom due to their kindness because they're what keeps Naib from going overboard with things

Walks everywhere with his arms linked with s/o

He wants to spoil them, but if they decline. He'll just settle for giving them beautiful flowers

When he comes to bed late. He likes to push his s/o's hair out of their face or rub his thumb against their cheek. He never thought he would meet someone that he loves so much

He has definitely kissed his s/o around the face until they woke up every morning

S/o usually doesn't mind as long as it isn't 7:30 or earlier lmao

Dancing together alone is his favorite thing. He would make sure that they feel extra special because he tries to make them feel special every day

While he is a cruel ruler, a part of him is still a loving, caring person when it comes to his s/o. No one else can have that side of him but them

#naib subedar #naib subedar headcanons #naib subedar x reader #idv x reader

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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago

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pirate!ateez |1|

So uh. this is what we get from the kingdom wonderland performance, watching too many wonderland stages as a result, and yelling to mai + javi?????? here we go I guess??? This is only half the members - the other half will be in a separate post later this week!

(credits to mai @wingkkun for the ideas that sparked san, mingi, and yeosang’s stories!)

Pairing: Ateez x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 8.7k (total)

Genre: some fluff, mostly angst, pirate!au

Triggers: cursing, blood, death (sometimes semi-graphic), like one implication of sex, implied physical abuse in one part - specific triggers for each section are listed below the headers!

Part 1 (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang) | Part 2 (San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho)

Ateez Masterlist

hongjoong (captain)

warnings: cursing, death, some suggestive themes but absolutely nothing explicit (just implied sex)

oh good lord here we go

hongjoong is the captain of this ship. perfect captain, really - he’s got a knack for discipline while also taking care of his crew

he really does care for them, like after all he’s been through they’re basically his family at this point. he’s got nothing but them, this ship, and whatever they’ve managed to pillage from other crews - if he lost a single member, hongjoong isn’t sure if he could handle it

actually that’s a lie. he knows he could handle it. but it’s already happened several times, and the pain he feels but has to hide sometimes makes him want to just throw himself into the waves

(especially with a certain person, but i won’t elaborate on that just yet)

anyway his crew respects him even if they don’t always act it (looking at you wooyoung), they like to fool around and hongjoong will lovingly deal with it

however when they’ve really messed up....

let’s just say no one ever likes being called to hongjoong’s quarters

most often it’s one of woosan or both for fooling around a little too often but everyone’s been there at least once

even seonghwa like???? what did seonghwa ever do

(he’s never elaborated. neither has hongjoong. that somehow just makes everyone even more afraid ksjdngsdh)

but sometimes! the turn tables!! and people will call hongjoong to their rooms

i say people like it’s more than one person

i mean it technically is?? seonghwa and you??? but people feels like it implies many persons when in reality it’s just you and seonghwa and seonghwa comes in much later than you do

the first time it happens is when hongjoong almost fucking passes out on deck because 1. the sun is out and it’s hot as balls and 2. he’s been up for over twenty four hours straight after a battle trying to make sure everything is in order

which no one realizes - i mean even if your captain is motherfucking kim hongjoong you’d assume this dude at least took like an hour nap during that 24 hr+ period of time but NO this motherfucker is stupid when it comes to himself - until you’re heading belowdecks with him and hongjoong takes ONE FUCKING STEP down the stairs and almost keels over right then and there

you drag him to his room and even half collapsed he’s trying to say he needs to do something or the other but you just stand over him with your arms crossed n shit and hongjoong’s like okay never mind yes i will sleep

(he sleeps for fifteen hours straight)

anyway after that you went up on deck and called that motherfucker to your room in the same tone of voice he uses to call the others to his room and gave him the beatdown of his fucking life

maybe hongjoong’s a masochist because that’s when he realized he was head over heels in love with you

like?? in the middle of you yelling at him to take care of himself because kim fucking hongjoong what do you think is gonna happen if you die??? huh???? you think woosan can handle themselves????? you think I can deal with them?????? and good fucking lord if you’re going to die at least let it be of something badass you dumb piece of shit not like FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO TIRED TO SEE WHERE YOUR FOOT WAS GOING -

and halfway through hongjoong isn’t even listening to you he’s just trying to figure out how it took so long for him to realize this

you’ve been together like... forever. literally almost as long as hongjoong can remember

you two got your first ship together, recruited the others together, decided to find the treasure you’ve now been seeking for YEARS together, literally everything started with you so why is it only now that hongjoong is realizing just how much he’s in love with you

he kinda blurts it out a couple of months later when you’re aggressively forcing him down to the medbay because he wanted everyone else to get treated first before the ship’s doctor looked at his wounds and you just say ‘confessing your love isn’t going to get you out of a doctor’s visit now i don’t care if you hurt your leg i’ll carry you if i have to so mOVE YOUR ASS’

he falls even more in love with you after that

and you don’t leave him hanging - you’ve been in love with hongjoong for as long as he’s been in love with you, it just... didn’t really manifest in a visible way?? like you’ve always been aggressively caring with him. it got a lot more aggressive when you realized your feelings but hongjoong just thought that was like. a normal thing

lmao you thought

but yeah so everyone’s like WE BEEN KNEW when you start spending more and more time in hongjoong’s room instead of the quarters you share with the other crew members

they don’t even care they’re just like HELL YEAH MORE SPACE

also they (read: woosan) love teasing the two of you but then you just hit them over their heads and ask if they’d like to be called to your room

they shut up immediately and you just go back to hongjoong’s room

(he kisses softly, by the way, but with so much passion it feels like one of the storms that mother nature uses to buffet your ship around. when hongjoong kisses you like this it feels like everything in you is breaking apart and reforming all at once, like he’s taking your life and breathing it back into you at the same time, and if your hands begin to move and someone gets pushed onto the bed who’s gonna say shit?)

but a pirate’s life is a pirate’s life and everyone is literally risking their neck to sail the seas the way they do - no one is safe, ever. not during battles, not even when you’re standing around on the ship’s deck

and certainly not when mother nature decides to wreak havoc on the water that you and hongjoong have begun to think of as home.

they’ve seen the storm coming all day, literally everyone is prepped and serious and no one’s fooling around because yeosang has been watching the clouds for hours and there’s no sign of the storm passing them by

so when the wind and water begin to toss the ship around, they’re ready. everyone’s ready. everything seems to be going smoothly until a couple of hours pass and the storm is only growing worse

hongjoong can’t see in the darkness, not with clouds covering the stars and the moon, not with water pounding over the deck in waves higher than yunho and mingi combined, he’s soaked and shivering but still yelling orders to anyone who can hear them and he’s just praying they’ll make it through the night, make it through the few hours left until morning

the few people on deck are mostly tied to stable things with rope so that no one goes overboard

but what no one expects is for a section of rope to snap, taking san with it

people start screaming and grabbing for him and yunho literally lunges for san but the wind doesn’t care, it slams him against the railing so hard hongjoong feels his own teeth chatter in his jaw with the power behind that hit

a wave crashes over deck at the same moment and everyone thinks he’s lost.

until a literal banshee screech tears through the wind and waves and you grab san, dragging him away from the railing and back toward jongho, who seizes onto a limp san with strong arms

and you turn around but you turn around too easily, like there isn’t a rope tying you to the mast -

because there isn’t. it snapped when you ran forward to get san

you come to this realization at the same time hongjoong does and he sees the panic in your eyes just as he reaches out to you - now there’s nothing tying you down, nothing to keep you from being swept away by the next wave, nothing but his fingertips just touching yours -

but it’s too late. water crashes over hongjoong and salt stings his eyes and when he opens them, there’s one less shadow on the deck than there should be

and there is no sound of screaming from the water below.

for days afterwards the only thing hongjoong can see is the look of terror in your eyes just before the wave stole his sight and your outstretched hand away

and all he can think is how he should’ve been stronger. faster. braver. literally anything

you two always joked that he’d be the first to go because he never took care of himself but death caught you first

and it isn’t fair

it isn’t like hongjoong hasn’t lost crew members before - he has. but the loss of someone so close, someone who’s been with him for over a decade, someone who knows him better than he knows himself almost breaks him. there isn’t even a body left to burn or bury. you’ve been lost to the water that hongjoong thought of as home

it still is his home. the movement of water comforts him far more than solid land ever did, but there’s a new fear, a new respect for mother nature whenever he stares at the shining blue waves that killed you

eventually he recovers with the help of his crew, and they go on to look for the treasure. there are adventures along the way and throughout each of them, hongjoong thinks of what it would be like if you were there, fighting by his side

and then they find the treasure, after years of pillaging and exploring. they find the treasure and when hongjoong approaches the center of the island, the only thoughts running through his mind are of you, what you would do if you were here, what you would say, how you’d look at him with pride and that little smirk he loved to kiss off your face

he attempts to open the treasure trove and an apparition appears, the apparition that guards it. hongjoong’s ready for the wisp of smoke

until it turns into you.

but it isn’t you. bitterness twists your familiar eyes and a deep, betrayed frown downturns your lips and hongjoong is paralyzed - it’s you but at the same time it isn’t -

then you open your mouth

and with the same voice that used to remind him to take care of himself, the same voice that used to remind him you loved him

you ask why he wasn’t faster. why he wasn’t stronger. why he didn’t manage to pull you out of the wave and save you, why he failed when it came to you

it hits him like arrows to the chest because these are all thoughts hongjoong himself has had. they plagued him for days, months, years even after your death, and even now, they still do - but his crew has managed to help him keep those thoughts at bay recently, because deep down, they know and he knows that you would never think that way

yet here you are, expression bitter and angry, speaking those same thoughts seonghwa reassured him you would never say

he can’t open the trove that day. he comes back again. and again. and again and again and again but every time he breaks down at the sight of the loathing in your face and it isn’t until seonghwa and jongho literally drag him back to the ship and set sail again that he stops

but the apparition haunts him now, mixed with visions of you disappearing from his fingertips as the wave tosses you overboard

and this time, hongjoong doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover.

seonghwa (boatswain, later quartermaster)

warnings: cursing, death, blood, implied physical abuse (nothing explicitly described)

so seonghwa didn’t live on the streets from the start like hongjoong or san, he actually came from nobility

look at his face and tell me it isn’t noble. yeah you can’t that’s what i fucking thought

anyway yeah, he was born into a noble family and pretty much lived that way until like his late teens or something when pirates ransacked his town, killed his family, and took him hostage

but we’re not going to unpack all of that yet so let’s go back in time to when seonghwa was still a member of nobility

his family was famous for being kind. like a lot of other nobles in other towns were snobby assholes who didn’t give two shits about the common people

and maybe it’s just because seonghwa’s family was nobility in a smaller town and as such knew a lot of commoners/peasants more closely plus the fact that they were never really rich rich, their title just comes from some wealthy ancestor and they’ve managed to keep it throughout the years

but yeah, seonghwa’s family isn’t universally hated among the peasantry because they’re actually decent fucking people and they protect those under them

so seonghwa learns from a young age to be kind and pleasant and as he grows older, he learns how to run the estate, how to play politics with the kingdom and the town, all that good stuff

and with all of that comes marriage, too

it might’ve been a problem if there was no one around that he liked but luckily you’ve been a fixture in seonghwa’s life since he was very young

your family is also nobility in a nearby small town and it’s actually perfect - you’re the younger sibling, so you don’t inherit the estate, but you do have a sharp mind and qualities that a family would be looking for when they try to find someone to marry their son off to

what makes everything even better is that since you’ve been around for a long time, seonghwa is head over heels in love with you and you’re head over heels in love with him

classic childhood friends to lovers

when you visited seonghwa’s town, he’d take you to the marketplace to meet people and you’d do the same for him

at balls, you would dance with each other as much was deemed appropriate by high society

someone’s kid got lost one time and seonghwa had carried her around with you, singing softly as you asked around for the kid’s parents until they were found

needless to say at this point your villages know the two of you very well and it isn’t just your parents rooting for this marriage lmao

so you get engaged and all and you aren’t going to marry until a few years later, you’re too young at the moment and both of you would prefer a little more freedom before you have to settle down

but at the engagement ceremony you exchanged rings and you two haven’t taken them off since, so it serves as a reminder of your bond

not like you need a reminder anyway - seonghwa is a dream come true, and there’s no way you would ever voluntarily leave him. ever.

except nothing ever goes to plan especially in my universes so pirates attack just a year before you two are supposed to be married

you’re in seonghwa’s town visiting his family when the attack happens and both of you have just witnessed both of his parents being cut down before your eyes and you’re pulling seonghwa out of the estate, hoping to escape in the flood of screaming and fleeing people

but someone knocks you down as seonghwa yells your name

his hand loosens from yours and you try to grab at him but he just gets further and further away

you scream for him but someone else is already dragging him in the opposite direction and that’s the last you see of him

somehow you escape and manage to get back to your own village but seonghwa’s entire family is dead

there’s no reason to believe he survived either

and from that day on you grow a hatred of pirates so strong that you leave your family to join the navy just so you can take your revenge on those who took seonghwa and his family away from you

most of the navy recruits are children of former or current members, you’re the odd one out with your noble manners and method of speech

but you adapt quickly and desire for revenge fuels your motivation to keep moving, to keep getting better no matter how many times people knock you down

it’s for seonghwa and his family. always for them.

you finish training with high honors and when you’re assigned to a fleet, you actually make a bit of a name for yourself - pirates don’t know who you are, exactly, but they’ve given you a nickname based on your appearance and it gets passed around in hushed whispers whenever it’s rumored that a navy fleet is coming to port

anyway that’s you. let’s move on to seonghwa

seonghwa isn’t dead (obviously), he was taken hostage because he’s young and strong and the pirates who took him thought he’d be a decent cabin boy or something, or maybe even a sailor

so seonghwa ends up working on that ship

the pirates really do not treat him well, the only moments of respite he gets are in sleep or when they dock sometimes

there are nights where seonghwa just wishes a huge storm would crack the ship in half and leave them all to drown, he has nothing to live for anymore - his parents are dead and he doesn’t even want to think about what might’ve happened to you

but spite fuels him and keeps him alive

seonghwa isn’t all that much of a goody two shoes after all - he knows how to use a sword and learns quickly. he also acts well and adapts

which is why eventually, he gains enough tentative trust from the crew that he won’t run away, so he’s allowed to explore the towns a little before the ship makes their attack wherever they are

but little do they know seonghwa is patient, observant, and has always been looking for the right time to slip away

so when the pirates do attack, seonghwa runs off and hides in the next town, where he meets hongjoong + his partner who have just gotten themselves a ship

so seonghwa joins the tiny crew of hongjoong’s pirate ship

he has reservations at first about the whole pirate thing, given who offed his entire family (and you - he thinks you’re dead and who can blame him?), but seonghwa quickly learns hongjoong isn’t a mindless pillager or killer. he protects his crew and he has a purpose that he’s driven to fulfill - find the treasure and have a few adventures on the way. that’s all

he’s the first of the crew to join hongjoong besides his partner, and the three of them grow very close as the years pass

seonghwa starts out as the ship’s boatswain, keeping track of supplies and the ship’s general maintenance - he’s good at that, seeing as he has a sharp eye for detail and things that seem off, so he knows when people have been sneaking food (read: wooyoung)

hongjoong may be the captain, but the crew likes to joke that seonghwa is the one who actually keeps the ship running

he’s always there to listen to the newer members’ fears, their stories, or just to sit with them in comforting silence so they know they’re not alone

because if there’s anything seonghwa knows, it’s the horrible feeling of being completely alone, cut off from all those who once loved him

when hongjoong’s partner dies, seonghwa takes on the role of caring aggressively for hongjoong (aka asking the captain to come to his room)

albeit it’s in different ways because no one could ever replace the captain’s quartermaster. even if seonghwa technically holds the title now, it’s really in name only. yeah seonghwa fulfills the same duties, but everyone agrees - even him - that a void was left when hongjoong’s partner died, a void that’s closed up a little but will never fully leave

so time passes like this, seonghwa as a pirate, you in the navy, both completely unaware that the other is fully alive

until your crew receives word that a small pirate ship is going to be docking in a nearby port and you rush to meet it there

the fight is bloody and dirty, neither side playing fair

but you keep fighting, not stopping until you corner a pirate in an empty alley of the town

both of you have your swords out and there’s so much blood and grime on your faces that you can barely see

but there’s something familiar in the pirate’s expression. something in his eyes

something that makes you pause.

and then the bloody afternoon sunlight catches on something metal on his finger

a ring. a very familiar ring

identical, actually, to the one still on your hand.

seonghwa reaches the conclusion at the same time you do and for a moment it’s kind of funny like that spiderman meme

you two are just staring wide-eyed at each other while individual battles rage around you

seonghwa’s reeling - yes, the nickname that his crew had tossed around did get at some of your features, but never once in his entire life did he think that the navy fighter everyone feared so much would be you

somehow, even with all the dirt and blood caking your skin, you look as beautiful as ever

but the shattered look in your eyes is nothing he’s ever seen before.

meanwhile you’ve just gone slack with betrayal, betrayal at the knowledge that pirates killed seonghwa’s entire family yet he ended up on a pirate ship anyway, fighting battles for the fucking ship

he looks the same - a little older, a little more mature, his lips are still full and his eyes still beautiful with that same nose you loved to kiss so many years ago

but god, every cell in your body aches to scream, to rip him apart for this betrayal he made to everything you two stood for

(deep down you know there must be a reason for this - seonghwa doesn’t make decisions lightly, if he joined a pirate ship and is fighting for them, there has to be some reason why)

(but in the moment you can only feel the fury and betrayal that your former fiancé and the love of your life, the same person who was kidnapped by pirates and whose family was killed by pirates, has joined a crew)

except you can’t kill him. you know you can’t

and neither can he. you’re standing in front of him, his literal enemy - he’s trained over the years to become ruthless to those who aren’t members of his crew, to show no mercy

but at the sight of your eyes and the ring still on your finger, all of that training just shatters

you barely even exchange words. all you do is look at each other and then at the rings still on your hands, a promise unwillingly broken

it crosses your mind to take it off and throw it in the dust, show just how much that ring means to you when seonghwa’s betrayed you so badly

but just like you can’t kill him, you can’t take off the ring, even if it feels like it’s choking the circulation out of your finger

because even after all this time, you still love him. you still love seonghwa as much as he loves you

seonghwa just watches you level your sword at him, the blade positioning itself over his throat

he can’t kill you. he won’t. he knows that and he’s willing to accept his death at your hands

but you don’t do it. you just say, in a voice that’s broken beyond repair

if i see your face ever again, i swear on every god that exists that i will kill you

and you storm out of the alley, leaving a shaking seonghwa behind

(he doesn’t see it, but you can barely hold your sword steady either)

the fight ends a few hours later, seonghwa helps carry the injured back to the ship and set sail

it isn’t until hongjoong pulls him aside and tells him to wash up that he realizes just how tired he is

but even then, he can’t sleep. he ends up on deck, sitting against the rails, looking up at the night sky full of cold, twinkling stars as the ship bobs in the waves

hongjoong’s steering and asks him what’s wrong

seonghwa doesn’t say anything. it isn’t because hongjoong would throw him overboard for knowing a member of the navy, seonghwa’s proven himself loyal many times over and hongjoong knows that

but because even though hongjoong knows about his past and even about you, seonghwa doesn’t know what to say

he doesn’t know how to verbalize the vision of you, bloody and dirty, carrying a sword and wearing the ring he put on your hand so many years ago

he doesn’t know how to explain the achingly vivid picture of you painted in his mind, clearly older and more mature, having grown into your features over the years and still as gorgeous as ever

but worst of all, he doesn’t know how to describe the absolutely shattered look in your eyes, broken shards of glass fragmenting your expression as you took in his face, his body, the clothes and look of a pirate

seonghwa knows he couldn’t give up this life now, not after all that hongjoong has done and sacrificed for him, maybe he’d have tried to explain that to you if time had allowed it. he might even have asked you to come with him

but something tells him you wouldn’t have cared because in your eyes, he betrayed you, betrayed his family and yours

and it hurts. it hurts knowing he pained you this badly because after all this time, seonghwa still loves you

it’s why he never took off the ring, after all.

right now he honestly doesn’t know which is worse - thinking you’re dead and that he’ll never see you again, or knowing you’re alive but that you hate him and will kill him on sight the next time you meet

moonlight glitters mockingly on the ring on his finger, once a reminder of you and a promise of love

now a reminder of that same promise broken, and a new promise made - one that secures his death, should he ever come face to face with his love again.

yunho (able-bodied sailor (ABS), later boatswain)

warnings: cursing

ah yes yunho. resident teddy bear who the new recruits think is just very soft - like why is he even on a pirate ship?

then the first battle comes around and they see yunho tearing around like a demon

and suddenly it all makes sense

anyway yunho really is a teddy bear most of the time - along with seonghwa, he’s the one that new recruits go to the most when they don’t know what’s happening because he’s kind and willing to explain if he’s got a bit of time

however if you come for anyone this man cares about, you’re fucked with around ten capital Fs

yunho knows how to handle the sword at his belt, plus several other types of weapons as well

honestly probably only san and hongjoong are more skilled at fighting than yunho is

but moving on! yunho started out as one of the able-bodied sailors (that’s what they’re called on the site i’m using), essentially semi-skilled but not really specialized in specific roles of the ship

however when hongjoong’s partner was swept away in the storm, seonghwa became quartermaster and chose yunho to take over his previous boatswain duties

because yunho’s responsible and he knows what he’s doing, he also followed seonghwa around a lot when he was a bit younger so he’s learned more or less what a boatswain does - plus, he’s a quick learner, so anything he doesn’t know already seonghwa can teach him quickly

and because yunho’s now boatswain and is in charge of supplies on the ship, he spends a lot of time in the towns at every port where they legally dock because supplies!

which is how he meets you

you’re a commoner just trying to run your little grocery store, and times have been tough until yunho passes by your place and buys some fruit

throughout his brief stay in the town he comes by again and again and gives you enough business on his own to kickstart your life again

(but like let’s also not forget that a bunch of kids - boys and girls alike - start crowding in to see what this hot older dude is doing at this little grocery store)

so you’re eternally grateful to one jung yunho for helping you get back on your feet even if it was unintentional

and the next time the ship has docked in this port, you make sure to thank him effusively for it

because it isn’t just you that you’re trying to support - you have family too and you were never exactly the wealthiest, so the added business really means a lot to you regardless of whether yunho intended to have such an effect or not

yunho just blushes and says he’s happy to have helped, then tries to wave away the small bundle of groceries you give him for free

you think you’ve succeeded but yunho is Smooth and drops a small sack of coins into your front pocket just before he disappears into the market crowd

which is the start of your crush on the handsome guy named jung yunho who smiles like a teddy bear and has the sparkling eyes to match

meanwhile yunho has had a fucking crush on you since he passed by the grocery that first time

which is why he came back a second and a third time during that first visit

and why he keeps coming back, visit after visit until he’s staying in the store way past the time he should be returning to the ship and eventually kissing you in the moonlight just outside the store before he walks you home

you feel like you’re on cloud nine after that first kiss - yunho is everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner

your family loves him too, based on the encounters they’ve had the few times he was around when they were there

the only thing that worries you is the fact that he spends so much time... elsewhere

you’re well aware of the fact that he doesn’t live here, not even close by - you’ve seen the ships docked in port and yunho’s told you enough for you to understand that he travels for his living

but ateez is skilled at camouflaging themselves as not pirates, but something more benign - traveling merchants, things like that

and with yunho coming to town every so often with the purpose of restocking the ship, it isn’t so hard to believe

but as time goes on you start to grow a little suspicious

you’ll never take traveling away from yunho, as much as you’d like to settle down with him you know that the sea is his first love just as he’s yours, and you would never force him to choose

you can satisfy yourself just knowing he’ll come back to visit, no matter what

but sometimes you prod a little more and it’s uneasy the way yunho just clams up

because normally he’s happy to talk about anything and everything

but out of wishful thinking + the desire to pretend nothing is wrong, you just ignore it

until one night you’re out on a walk and you hear a familiar voice discussing routes and paths with a different, unfamiliar voice

but the first one you know

because it’s yunho

they’re talking about treasure and ships and how much gold they have and what they need

pirates

you try to reason it all away, try to spin their words in a way that makes them out to merely be the traveling merchants you always assumed they were

but then you realize - yunho never said that to you. it was always just your assumption

he never lied, but he never told you the truth

and now you have to face it on your own - yunho is part of a crew of pirates and there’s no reasoning it away

especially when you see the blades strapped to their sides glinting in the moonlight

the night is long and yunho doesn’t come by the next day, so you have time to think

and by the time he does come around, you’ve made a decision

that day, stone cold and unwavering, you tell him you want nothing more to do with him. even as your heart cracks at the dawning horror and shame and pain on yunho’s face, you tell him that on no account can you be found dealing with pirates

if it were just you, you might risk a little more, consider keeping this relationship with yunho a little longer

but you don’t live in a place that’s known for its sympathy to pirates - it isn’t a royal navy haven, exactly, but it isn’t lawless either

and you have a family to protect, too. the grocery store is all you have and if someone found out you were having a dalliance with a pirate, that might be taken away from you

yunho is crushed, absolutely crushed when he hears you and sees you speaking this way

part of him wants to get angry because you’ve been together for this long - what changes just because you found out he’s a pirate?

but he understands, even though he doesn’t want to. he understands that you have a family you need to protect and that a relationship with a pirate will only jeopardize that

it’s what he would do, right, if his own family, his crew mates, were also in danger? if he had a relationship with someone who would put them in harm’s way, he’d cut it off just as you did

so that day, you both part ways. neither of you expects to see the other ever again

and for several years, it seems that way

your family stops asking about that nice traveling merchant who looked at you with the sweetest smile

and seonghwa helps yunho out of his stupor. he understands, after all - his own love swore to kill him if they ever met again

broken hearts eventually heal, cracks still visible but no longer gaping wide, and life goes on

until yunho bursts into your little store one day, eyes wide and face white

you almost don’t recognize him at first - besides the fact that it’s been several years, you’ve never seen him look this frazzled

but once you do recognize him it’s like all those years fall away and you’re in love with him again, reaching out to touch him and ask him what’s wrong, despite the words you spoke that last day

yunho grabs your hands in a vice grip when you reach out and in the most serious voice you’ve ever heard him use, he tells you to get out of here with everyone you love

because other pirates are coming to attack.

it takes you a second to register his words when he first says them because what - pirates? what would they ever want to do with your little village?

but the fear in yunho’s eyes makes it clear he’s telling the truth

so all you do is nod and squeeze his hands unconsciously, maybe, before picking up your things and running down the path back home

yunho doesn’t follow, not at first. he stays back a little to warn the other families he grew closer with during his visits to you, the kind people who welcomed him when he was here

some believe him, some don’t, and they all have the same look of fear in their eyes once they realize what yunho truly is

he doesn’t care, though - it doesn’t matter how much that fear hurts him, as long as they get out safe, that’s all that matters

yunho catches up to you just as you’re leaving the house. your family starts raising questions but you cut them off with a glare, and one of the older members of the family just herds everyone away to give you and yunho a last moment of space

except you don’t say anything. neither of you do

it’s half not knowing what to say after so many years apart

but it’s also half knowing exactly what the other is thinking, even after so many years apart

at some point yunho took your hands and now your touch just makes it painfully clear that even though he loved you, still loves you, none of this was ever meant to be

maybe in another lifetime, in a more perfect universe, but not this one

and the same thoughts are running through your head as you squeeze his fingers, rough and scarred from all his time on the sea

he pulls you close, presses a kiss on your forehead

you rest your head against his shoulder and whisper thank you as you squeeze him one last time

when you pull away, there’s apology in both your gazes - you for breaking things apart so painfully, yunho for having the profession he does

but there’s also acceptance and gratitude for years well spent in your love

(and of that love, much of it still remains)

you return to your family, who’s still waiting, leaving yunho behind

and one more time before you leave forever, you look back

he’s still there, watching you go

you let yourself smile again, once more

yunho lets himself smile too as he waves goodbye

it’s the goodbye you should have had the last time you parted, instead of the forced coldness and biting words you used to cut your relationship apart, and regret pinches deep in your chest

but you can only be grateful for the second chance to say farewell, so you wave too, exchanging one last smile before you disappear

neither of you sees the other ever again.

yeosang (sailing master)

warnings: cursing, death, semi-graphic depiction of blood, implied drowning

hehet

guys i love this dude he’s so fucking cute i want to pat his head all the time

not in a bias way he’s just v cute and i adore him

ok this is supposed to be a pirate au not me yelling about how beautiful one kang yeosang can be so let’s start

yeosang is sailing master of hongjoong’s ship, which means he’s in charge of navigation and following the maps and all

and he’s very good at his job! yeosang’s very smart and knows what he’s doing, also is very observant so if he sees something’s wrong in a map or something he will actually make notes and fix things so next time the crew is prepared

spends most of his time up in the crow’s nest because that’s the best vantage point from where he can see other ships and/or land

except sometimes he speaks a little too softly so he has to yell like five times for whoever’s steering to hear him

(wooyoung likes to joke that he should be the one up in the nest because he’s loud as fuck but then yeosang reminds him of that one time he tried to read a map but it was upside down and yeosang was the one who managed to put them back on course)

(wooyoung then shuts up)

yeosang was born in a relatively well-off family, not nobility or anything but they had some money which meant he was educated

and he ended up being pretty good at math n stuff and really like screwing around with the maps he’d find in his parents’ small library

except his parents died of a plague when he was little, and he got sent to live in an orphanage

he took the maps and books with him and that’s where he grew up until wooyoung came around

you know that video where yeosang says he was v innocent and didn’t know how the world worked and his parents were worried about him until he became friends with wooyoung? yeah that’s essentially what’s at play here

before they met yeosang was pretty much just in his own little world. didn’t interact much with the other orphans and the orphanage owners really did not give a shit so he just sat in his corner reading and rereading books n shit that he’d taken from his home

but when yeosang turned idk let’s say sixteen he met wooyoung on the streets

and for some reason??? wooyoung took a liking to yeosang despite the fact that yeosang would barely give him the time of the day

in fact yeosang liked wooyoung’s partner much more

(which made wooyoung a little jealous but we’ll talk more about that later)

(i’ll just say it wasn’t romantic but wooyoung can be a blind little shit sometimes so you see where this is going)

but eventually woosang + woo’s partner become good friends

woo + partner have avoided the orphanage their whole life, just making their own living on the streets

until one day they come to yeosang with news that there’s a pirate ship willing to take them on

and they want yeosang to come with them.

to yeosang it sounds like half a dream and half some ludicrous fantasy - first of all it’s a pirate ship, what can he even do there?

second of all IT’S A PIRATE SHIP, THEY’RE ALL GOING TO DIE

but because wooyoung is wooyoung and his partner is his partner they manage to convince yeosang to give up his half-life at the orphanage - he’s not doing anything there anyway, and at least now he might be able to travel and see the places he’s only marked on maps

and hongjoong is actually ecstatic to have yeosang on board because even though seonghwa can do some navigation, he was never the best at geography n stuff even when he was taking lessons as a noble so having someone who knows maps and details of different lands, even if he’s never seen them before, is a blessing

they all settle in on the ship together and for a while, life goes somewhat well for yeosang. the ship is small and they haven’t really built up a major reputation yet so a lot of the other pirate ships either ignore them or just literally don’t see them

which gives yeosang time to learn swordplay and other skills he needs as a pirate

and as time goes on, the crew grows larger, they gain recognition on the seas, and one night as he sits drinking on the deck with woosan + woo’s partner under the stars, he admits to himself that he feels happy

but then you come along

ateez has just won a battle against a smaller ship that you happen to be the sailing master of

except unlike sailing master yeosang, you fucking hate it there because everyone’s a bitch and willing to stab someone in the back in order to get in the captain’s good graces

and get this: the captain is still fucking alive after the battle and you just want to be anywhere but there

so in a fit of desperation you’re like LET ME ON YOUR FUCKING SHIP I HATE IT HERE MY CAPTAIN’S A BITCH I WISH HE’D DIED

which... impresses hongjoong

and it’s like?? it leaves the other ship without a sailing master so mayhaps they’re even more fucked than hongjoong intended

so you get welcomed onto the crew!

and of course it takes a few weeks/months to actually feel your welcome, ateez will give chances to newcomers but they have to prove themselves too

but you end up doing that when you almost beat mf jung yunho in a mock sword fight on your fifth try - which is basically unheard of in the crew since literally only san and hongjoong are better fighters than him

so everyone pretty much accepts you after that

except yeosang

it’s kind of stupid - he’s really just jealous that you’re also a sailing master, he’s afraid that he won’t be seen as useful anymore now that you’ve come along (and with better sword skills too)

and it doesn’t help that you get along so easily with woosan + the others, who are supposed to be yeosang’s friends

so this dumb fucking rivalry now exists between the two sailing masters of hongjoong’s ship, one jealous and the other just confused but going along with it

it gives seonghwa many headaches and hongjoong even more

but despite everything, no matter how much the other crew members try to talk you too out of it you both just point at each other and are like he/they are a bitch. you expect me to get along with a bitch ???

(jongho: i mean yeah you both get along with woosan so)

(woosan: ready to fight but not really because jongho has Strength)

so yeah you two are enemies in the loosest sense, like you try not to let the rivalry get in the way of actual pirate business but otherwise you’re either arguing or giving each other the cold shoulder

hongjoong wants to fucking cry because you two actually work very well together when the time calls for it, but you just refuse to deal with each other otherwise

until his partner dies in the storm.

the entire crew is in shock, the mood dampened for the next few months as hongjoong grieves

san is also blaming himself even though it isn’t his fault that his rope snapped, even less his fault that their rope snapped

and everyone is miserable

after a few days, you walk up to yeosang and are like. hey. we need to put whatever this is behind us, at least for now - hongjoong doesn’t need to deal with our bullshit on top of what he already has, and san needs as much support as he can get

yeosang agrees and a truce is formed

it’s awkward at first - you’re used to tossing around jabs like nobody’s business and you’ve kind of forgotten how to interact with each other without hurling insults

but after a few weeks you and yeosang are at least on normal speaking terms

no one says anything but you can see seonghwa’s eyes sparkling in relief whenever you two are seamlessly navigating the ship together, or when one hops into the crow’s nest to take over from the other without a word

and during that time, you and yeosang grow a little closer, whether you realize it or not

telling the other to go take a break, i’ll watch for a little while or this map looks a little off, wasn’t the mountain a little closer to the next kingdom?

one night, yeosang almost collapses of exhaustion, and you make him drink water before carrying him to bed

another night he finds you poring over maps at ass o’clock in the morning and forces you to sleep

small things like that help you grow closer over time, and eventually, you start going back to insulting each other - except it’s not really insulting, just teasing

you two will banter when working together or yell at each other to go the fuck to sleep you dimwit

and you’d like to think that it makes hongjoong feel a little better, too, when he eventually pulls himself out of his stupor and begins acting a little more like his old self again

san too - the cracked glass look in his eyes eventually fades, and he starts to smile again

life goes on - the search for the treasure never stops

and as the years go by you maybe start to see yeosang as more than a crew mate, then more than a friend

yeosang feels the same

but beyond small touches and banter and reminders to take care of yourselves, you never say anything because you two are COWARDS

which is something you will regret for the rest of your life.

one day you end up in a battle with a ship bigger than you’ve fought before

hongjoong had tried to steer you out of the way, but the ship just followed and eventually a fight was inevitable

it’s bloody and horrible, you and san are fighting back to back while wooyoung and yeosang are occupied somewhere closer to the crow’s nest

and you don’t even have time to think, it’s all just slash and stab and kill if you can

so at first, you don’t realize it when wooyoung goes down with a pained yell and yeosang is left alone

you cut down one pirate who’s been giving you trouble and spin to help wooyoung but then you catch sight of yeosang scrambling up the crow’s nest, out of reach of the pirate trying to cut his ankles

and your blood freezes. because though yeosang is a good fighter, if he’s trying to escape rather than fight...

something has gone very wrong.

you see it in his dangling leg and yeosang’s face contorted with pain as he hauls himself into the nest - his ankle is hurt, broken or twisted or something

but the other pirate doesn’t have such an injury. and just as yeosang falls into the nest, he begins to climb up

you ry to go over to help but another pirate blocks your way and you’re forced to forego helping yeosang because the stupid enemies just won't stop coming

you try to believe that he’ll be fine even as blood coats your vision, as you try to fight your own battle against a seemingly endless enemy

until there’s an earsplitting yell from above and you look up to see yeosang double over in pain

both you and san exchange a single glance before trying to push through the throng to climb up, even though the sinking feeling in your chest tells you it’ll be too late

the pirate fighting yeosang stabs him, eliciting another yell - you swear you feel yeosang’s blood spatter all the way down onto your head as you rush over

but you stop, eyes wide with horror when the pirate lifts up yeosang’s limp body, streaming blood

and throws him out of the nest.

later, wooyoung will tell you that your scream was what stopped the battle. he isn’t even joking, he’s deadly serious - people stopped fighting because you screamed so loud

you don’t even remember screaming. you only remember watching yeosang’s body sail through the air and racing to the ship’s edge, hand reaching out in a futile effort to catch him before he falls

for less than half a second, you meet yeosang’s eyes, blown wide with terror and pain

and then his body crashes beneath the ocean waves

someone holds you back from jumping over the railing. you kick and thrash but they don’t let go

your throat is raw from screaming yeosang’s name over and over and over because he can’t be dead, he can’t be - yeosang can swim, you know he can

but he had horrible injuries, and the pain mixed with seawater very well could have killed him before he even had the chance to drown

you keep screaming until your voice dies and your yells turns to sobs and you start begging, begging for him to come back

but his familiar blond head never resurfaces.

yeosang dies that day, dragged beneath the waves

taking a piece of your heart with him, too.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for me I'm going to need like 10 years of rest after this much angst)

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themilky-way · 4 years ago

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the help

gif credit: starkissedtom

pairing: peter parker x gn! reader

summary: when peter comes back home from being spider-man, he finds that someone is already there to welcome him.

warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises, a very hilarious, mistaken taquito robbery (in my opinion, if i’m to be quite honest lmao)

author’s note: back on my peter parker bandwagon bc i miss that mf

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as soon as it had come, summer left without notice. the sun rays that continued till the evening were now replaced by the moon’s melancholic ones, and it appeared that this year they were brighter than they’d ever been. tricolored leaves-dry and shriveled from its ending cycle-peppered the crosswalks, streets, and roofs of new york without leaving a junction of space. drafts of sudden wind caused random civilians to pull their jackets closer and walk into the closest coffee shop for warmth. night came sooner now, with the time change and all, so the majority of the city’s lights whirred to life beginning at five in the afternoon. no one ever complained because they’d been looking forward to these aspects of autumn ever since it’d left the year prior, and everyone made sure to express their excitement as vividly as possible.

the one person who didn’t fit into this group was new york’s friendly neighborhood spider-man, and who could blame him? stacks of messy and scribbled papers lined the desk he should’ve been at, with his backpack unopened from every zipper and pencils and pens of all hues poking out from them. the wall in front of his workspace was decorated with tiny sticky notes that had reminders on them, almost as if they’d encourage peter to finish his tasks. they served a purpose, perhaps not its intended purpose, but more of an excuse in case aunt may asked him. essentially, his plan went like this: cross out random assignments, maybe add a few question marks for emphasis, and hope for the absolute best. so far, it’d worked.

tonight, peter’s plan was still in effect. towers of packets and due dates were now progressively worse than they’d been last week, but his mind was somewhere more important than his college entrance exams. as of now, he was kneeling on the edge of an old building that provided a clear view of downtown queens, internally debating whether a suspicious-looking man exiting a 7-eleven had stolen a box of taquitos or a whole wad of cash. “friday, what’re we thinking?”

“peter, it may be that he just has these things at random.”

he furrowed his brow. “no one has stacks of cash unless you’re dwayne johnson,” he paused for a second, and a cricket chirped as if on cue, “that guy’s not dwayne johnson.” he swung away before he could register another thought, changing the direction of his webs to ultimately land at the small shop, and he did what he needed to do. the mask allowed him to voice his witty commentary amidst a series of hard blows, which did not earn any laughs from the opposing side. his vision was pure technology and estimated diagrams-courtesy of friday, thank heavens for her-that enabled the web-slinger to trap the robber against the counter. the man yelled something, but it was too vague for anyone at the scene to fully comprehend. peter snatched the money back and handed it to the owner and then stood back, waiting until the sirens of police cars became more audible to swing away. when he did, he wished his fellow observers a good and safe night, placing a web ball shaped like a spider to a little boy gazing up at him. truthfully, he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t his favorite part of his (unofficial) job because it most certainly was.

on the way back to somewhere, he asked his computer buddy for the hour, and he realized the somewhere was going to have to be home. so, he swung and he leaped and he ran for a short while to get to the window of his bedroom, except he found the light on instead of how he left it: off.

his mind first told him it was may who had discovered his absence and was about to give him a whole lot of hell for leaving without notice. yet, as his eyes scanned the window for clues of a foreign presence, the panic in him settled and was replaced with confusion and then with relief.

“hey-oh, crap-hey, watcha doing here?” peter asked as he entered through the narrow vicinity of his window, bumping the top of his head along the way. it was you he was referring to since you were seated rather comfortably in the chair of his desk, writing what looked to be like his homework?

“may let me in. i just told her you needed help with physics and that we’d be studying,” you spun the seat to answer. you weren’t totally lying per se; you had been filling out his study guide and reading his physics textbook-minus peter. “i hope you don’t mind me showing up like this, and doing your packets. i know you’ve been struggling and i wanted to help.”

the boy standing in front of you still had his mask on, but the moment he dragged it down his tired face, you abandoned everything near you to rush up to him. new but trivial scratches caressed his chin and nose, while a bruise or two accentuated the highlight of his cheekbones. he hadn’t noticed them at all. hell, he hadn’t even felt them for a split second until the pads of your thumbs had touched them. “can you-wait, just hold on for a little, let me go grab the kit,” you stammered. peter’s hand grabbed your own in an attempt to keep you there instead, assuring you they didn’t hurt as bad as they seemed. his eyes were honest, and maybe it was the pent-up fatigue washing over him or the stress of needing to be everywhere at once, but he was genuine about his pain for once.

“you’re tired, too. get some rest, yeah?” his grip tightened on your hand to hearten his request before leaning in steadily to kiss the skin of your forehead. “you’re warm? do you have a fever?” he questioned, “i’ll go run-well, swing actually-and i-i’ll buy you some medi-”

you placed the gentlest touch to his cheek and kept it there so he’d take a breath and calm his nerves, surprising you a bit when it looked like it worked. “i’m perfectly fine, i promise. you need to sleep, too,” you repeated, adding a tiny smile.

somewhere in the joy of the moment you entangled into an embrace. peter’s suit smelled of smoke and barbecue sauce when your nose pushed against his chest, and he laughed at how detailed you expressed your opinion on the matter. he, on the other hand, was more curious about whether you solved problem three on-what was it? page 5? no, definitely page 6.

in the middle of bickering, you’d cleaned up and peter had changed to regular sleeping attire, to which you’d been offered a matching set as an insinuation for you to stay. “i, personally, would like to rejoice in the act of sleeping in the top bunk,” you proudly claimed.

he turned off the light when he ensured you were under the blanket. before settling down below, he reached up to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“yeah, yeah. it’s full of baby spiders anyway.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagines #peter parker fluff #spiderman x reader #spider-man x reader #peter parker #spider-man #tom holland x reader #my writing!

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sparklingichigo · 3 years ago

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Human World Adventures

Part 1

Asmo: He actually locked the door...

Solomon: He did-

Levi: Oh sht- No no no no no!! Ichigo!! [runs straight to wherever the frick they are]

Mammon: What's going on...?

Belphie: Beel carried her into technically our room, then he locked the door.

Mammon: Oh sht! I'm coming with you Levi!!

inside the room, someone is currently making out. Luckily they didn't go all the way but this pink-haired girl has a lot of hickeys on her skin. As their kiss proceeds, they hear a loud knocking by the room.

Mammon: Beel! You glutton of a demon!! Stay away from her!!

Levi: Don't you dare taint her!! Despite her being a demon she's still innocent!!

Ichigo: ?? What's going on??

Beel: .... [staring at the door]

Ichigo: Hon?

Beel: Let's just ignore them-

Ichigo: But- [lmao she got cut off by a kiss yet again]

Outside Mammon and Levi are freaking out, Asmo and Solomon are cracking up while Belphie is already asleep on the couch. Lucifer decides to leave and help Diavolo and Barbatos on their unpacking.

Mammon: I swear to Lord Diavolo if you taint her I'm killing you!!

Levi: Open the damn door, Beelzebub!!

Inside, Ichigo finally stopped the kiss and steps out to open the door. She does feel bad for them considering they have zero ideas what happens in that room and thought of the worse. Once she opened the door, Levi and Mammon instantly drag her out.

Mammon: He didn't do anything right?!

Levi: You're safe right?! Nothing bad happened right?!

Ichigo: N-not that I know off...^^

Asmo: Oh my~

Ichigo: What?

Asmo: I see my little brother marked you, and it's quite many as well...^^

Ichigo, Mammon, and Levi: He what?!

Asmo: I can help with concealers if you're going out soon.

Ichigo: Not really, but-

Beel: Don't. I put those there for a reason.

Ichigo: o////o Eh?

Asmo: ooh~ Quite a possessive one are you~

Ichigo: I'll just stay here for a while I guess...;-;

Mammon: Lucifer actually sets up another room for you for a reason!

Ichigo: I don't think he wants me out of here.... judging by his tight grip on me.

Mammon: [glaring at Beel]

Beel: [glaring back lol]

As the glaring proceeds, they hear Lucifer's voice from downstairs. Of course, the couple needs to separate and gotta hear what he has to say.

Lucifer: Ichigo, I've set a room for you! Beel was supposed to be rooming with Belphie actually^^

Ichigo: I see, thanks a lot, Luci!

Beel: Even here?

Lucifer: Yes, even here. Now hands-off. I don't want any more chaos and I'm sure I can trust you considering you barely made troubles unless it's related to food.

Asmo: He might make one at night~

Lucifer: Asmodeus Morningstar!

Asmo: ....or not^^

As the brothers continue to talk, Ichigo's phone starts to vibrate.

Ichigo: A phone call... oh! It's from Haruka. Hon, can you let me go for a while?

Beel: You can answer it just fine though

Ichigo: [chuckles] You're quite clingy today are you^^ Oh well.

With that Ichigo answers the phone call with Haruka telling her about the extra room in her hotel.

Ichigo: Eh? I can stay there? With you guys?

Haruka: Yeah! Because there are like five people, Luke, unfortunately, needs to room alone so maybe if you'd like to join us maybe Luke won't be lonely and I can room with you.

Ichigo: That's actually a good idea, I can do that! Maybe tomorrow...? Because a certain demon is being a little too clingy today^^

Haruka: Beel? Well, that's fine. I guess... you can come by tomorow^^ It's really late too.

Ichigo: Yeah, it was unfortunate. But I'd vi- Luke?!

Luke: Ichigoo!! Did those demons do anything to you?!

Ichigo: Of course not^^

Luke: Oh Thank God! I was getting worried since you're the only girl in that house and Solomon told me that Beel instantly carries you away! He didn't do anything bad right?!

Ichigo turns bright red at the question while her boyfriend stares confusedly.

Ichigo: I don't think so at least. I don't think he did anything bad. How's the hotel? ^^

Luke: It's great! The decor reminds me of the celestial realm and they gave us fluffy pillows!

Ichigo: That's great!

In the other line, Ichigo can hear Michael calling for Luke and Haruka.

Luke: :(( well Michael is calling us... so I guess I'll hang up

Ichigo: That's okay^^ See you guys tomorow~

Luke: Yeah! I can't wait!

Finally Luke hang up on Haruka's phone. Ichigo can feel Beel's jealous aura just from behind her, of course, she needs to calm him down right now.

Ichigo: Let me remind you that Luke is a kid, Haruka and Simeon are engaged and Michael is married.

Beel: So you're going to stay there tomorrow night? [puppy eyes]

Ichigo: Well... I might. Considering Luke can't sleep alone. So I can room with Haruka and all. I'll be okay.

Beel: But-

Ichigo: You're still scared of getting separated from me aren't you?

Beel: [nods] I almost lost you in that battle and you barely summoned me...

Ichigo: It's because I don't wanna burden you. [pats Beel] but if you don't want me to go I can stay^^

Beel: You would...?

Ichigo: I might unless you can control yourself. Then I might move~

Beel: Looking this cute might have been a challenge to control myself against my desire.

Ichigo: I don't remember you being the avatar of lust

Beel: I might do something against my sins towards you though-

Ichigo: Like....?

Solomon: OKAY YOU TWO! GET A ROOM! THE SEXUAL TENSION IS TOO MUCH!!

Beel: I might

Ichigo: Beelzebub!

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Haruka is unpacking her things in her room and so is Simeon. considering she's really dirty from that battle she decides to take a shower or bath, whichever the hotel gives.

Haruka: Hey, Simeon! Can I wash up first? I feel really dirty

Simeon: That's okay^^ I'll just unpack as you wash up

Haruka: Okay!

As Haruka is washing up, Luke decides to visit and play with Simeon in that room. As he and Luke are playing, he keeps on getting glimpses of Satan staring at his fiance. He did ignore it at first now that he thought of it, Satan probably hasn't moved on completely and still holds feelings for her. Luckily he didn't do anything so he's fine with it.

Suddenly Simeon hears a voice from the bathroom. The song is "A dream is a wish your heart makes" from Cinderella. Simeon is impressed by her voice as he comes closer to listen to it and so did Luke.

Luke: Whoa! She has a really good voice!

Simeon: Indeed she does.

Haruka of course is oblivious and keeps on singing until she finishes her shower. Once she comes out, Simeon and Luke both panic and try to escape but instead they got smacked by the bathroom door.

Haruka: Oh my goodness! Are you two okay?!

Simeon: ....yea?

Luke: Ouch ;-;

Haruka: Oh no! Luke!

Haruka: Why are you guys even near the door in the first place?

Simeon:...

Haruka: ....are you guys...

Simeon: What?! No! Why would I?!

Haruka: Then why are you there? You know that's dangerous!

Simeon: ....

Luke: ....

Haruka: Luke?

Luke: W-we were just listening to your singing.... it was really nice...hehe

Haruka: oh.. wait what?!

Luke: You really have a nice voice, so we went to listen.

Haruka: Well you don't have to actually stand in front of the door!

Simeon: Curiosity kills the cat I guess...

Haruka: Just go! I need to change!

With that Simeon and Luke instantly runs off the room to let Haruka change. Now let's go back to the mansion. Ichigo is between Lucifer and Beel who are arguing about the room arrangements.

Lucifer: I think it'd be best for Ichigo to have a room on her own.

Beel: She slept with me just fine. I don't see a reason why she should sleep alone!

Lucifer: With that incident happening, I don't think having her sleep with you is a good idea considering you have 0 skills in controlling yourself.

Asmo: Why don't she just sleep in my room? I'm sure it'd be safer.

Lucifer: I'm most certain that that wouldn't be safe.

Asmo: I won't do anything to her~ Cross my heart~

Lucifer: One, that's a blatant lie. Second, she'll have her own room and that's final!

Ichigo sighs and decides to leave the area because they're too noisy. Beel of course instantly follows her. At first, he thought she'd go to her room or probably his room but to his surprise, she goes to Satan's room.

Ichigo: Hey buddy, you okay there?

Satan: I don't know.... perhaps not...?

Ichigo: Well there's apple pie in the fridge if you're hungry.

Satan: I'm not in a mood for food.

Ichigo: It still hurts doesn't it [sits beside him]

Satan: Yeah... I thought we were destined together but here we are. Her being happier with Simeon. Sure I'm glad she's happy but it still hurts me nonetheless.

Ichigo: You'll be okay. I'm sure it'll pass. As you said before, if you're destined together you can meet in the next life.

Satan: You're right, thanks a lot, Ichigo.

Ichigo: You're wel- [sees Beel staring at them by the door] Beel?

Satan: ?? What is he doing here? And why is he staring at me??

Ichigo: I'm unsure^^ But it'll pass. Dinner is soon, catch you later?

Satan: Yeah, thanks a lot though.

Ichigo: It's the least I could do. You need to cheer up!

Satan nods with a slight laugh as Ichigo exits the door, pushing Beel out.

Ichigo: Why are you here? I thought I left you to argue with Lucifer and the others!

Instead of an answer, Beel pins her into a wall shocking the pink-haired girl. Sure she did notice Beel acting more possessive to her but this is not what she expected. The other brothers and probably Diavolo or Barbatos are downstairs yet here he is pinning her down by the wall!

Ichigo: B-Beel, they're downstairs!

Beel: Let them watch

Ichigo: But Beel- Hold on! Listen to me!

Beel pulls away in confusion as his girlfriend's cheeks are bright red. One she's very flustered, two she's embarrassed because they're about to do whatever this is in front of this family.

Ichigo: I know you're probably jealous because I've been interacting more with your brothers rather than you but please understand Satan's situation. He's really heartbroken now and I'm trying my best to cheer him up so he won't be sad anymore, I'm just being a good friend!

Beel: I do trust you, sugar. What I don't trust is them! Remember the last time I let you hang out with them? Belphie turns out to have feelings for you, Solomon almost kissed you at 3 a.m... who knows what else would happen...

Ichigo: I know, but I'll be okay. You know I'm only yours, right?

Beel: Yes you are. The mark is there for a reason.

Ichigo: Exactly^^

Mammon: Can't you two just knock it off! There are singles here!!

The couple looks back to see Mammon complaining about their PDA downstairs while Lucifer and Barbatos are busy creating a barrier so Solomon won't enter the kitchen.

Ichigo: Oh? What's going on?

Asmo: They're creating a barrier so Solomon can't enter the kitchen.

Beel: We're cooking today?

Ichigo: I think so. Well time to work, honeybear~ No eating the ingredients though!

Beel: I'll try^^

Ichigo: Want me to use the pact against you?

Beel: If that's what it takes, sure. At least I won't disturb you while you're cooking~

Asmo: He might disturb you in other ways~

Beel: Asmo-

Asmo: No need to get aggressive, little brother. I'm just telling the truth. You know I can smell lust from far away don't you, especially with her wearing such short shorts.

Beel: Do you maybe...wanna change?

Ichigo: It's too hot for me to change so no.

Beel: Alright then, use the pact on me so we can get to work

Ichigo: Okay! I command you, Beelzebub Morningstar, to not eat the ingredients or any food supplies in the kitchen!

Ichigo: We're all set, Barb! Let's get to work!

Barbatos: I'm glad. Let's go^^

At the same time, Haruka finally finished changing and it now chilling on her bed until she hears a knock on her door, turns out when she opens it, it's Michael and Rosaria.

Haruka: Michael, Rosaria!

Rosaria: Hello, dear^^

Haruka: Oh, what brings you here?

Michael: We're planning on eating out today, do you guys want to come?

Haruka: I do! I'll let Simeon and Luke know real quick!

Rosaria: Take your time, dear^^

With that, Haruka calls for Simeon and Luke, unfortunately, Luke is still stuck in the bathroom using his pants.

Haruka: Luke! Hurry up, we don't have time!

Luke: I am!! Just give me a sec!!

Haruka: Just hurry!!

After a few minutes, Luke finally gets out all set.

Luke: Aaaa!! Don't leave me yet!!

Simeon: We're still waiting for the lift, don't worry^^

Luke: ...oh- :o

Finally, the lift's here and off they go to the restaurant. After more discussion, they decide to eat at a seafood restaurant. Now back to the mansion, the food is finally done. Ichigo made Apple pie and Pasta while Barbatos made grilled salmon! There's a lot of dishes that the two of them need help in serving them, luckily Asmo and Beel are there to help them.

Asmo: Whoa! That's so pretty! This is a devilgram worthy dish! [taking pictures of the food as soon as it's set]

Ichigo: Well we've done our best^^

Satan: You really made apple pie [he's touched]

Ichigo: I did, so you'll cheer up!

Satan: Well, I appreciate it^^ Thank you, Ichigo!

Ichigo: You're welcome! That's what friends are for!

Suddenly Diavolo and the others came out to see the food.

Diavolo: Wow! That's a lot of food! Good job, Barbatos, Ichigo!

Barbatos: All the best for you M'lord^^

Levi: Whoa! Awesome!

Belphie: Did I just smell Salmon-

Levi: Salmon...? It's been a while since I eat seafood or fish...

Diavolo: Well, what are we waiting for! Let's dig in^^

Meanwhile, Haruka and the angels are in a seafood restaurant, they already choose their drinks and currently waiting for their food. Haruka gets sweet ice tea, Luke has water, Simeon unusually gets carrot juice confusing everyone while the married couple gets tea, Michael gets the warm one though while Rosaria gets green tea. As they wait for the food, Haruka suddenly gets a telepathic message from Ichigo and Solomon.

Solomon: EMERGENCY EMERGENCY!!

Haruka: W H A T?!

Solomon: ....Beel is being unusually possessive and it scares the sht out of me.

Ichigo: I'm sure it'll pass....right...

Solomon: HE HAS BEEN GLARING AT ME FOR 3 MINUTES STRAIGHT!!

Haruka: Oh I don't know, stare at Asmo?? Stare at your food???

Solomon: IDEK WHY?!?!?!

Ichigo: Is it because of that 3am thing-

Solomon: Did he know?

Ichigo: Perhaps...

Solomon: ...sht- BYE I'M DYING TODAY!

Haruka: This is why....never touched someone taken.

Ichigo: Indeed. Oh well, back to eating. Bye folks.

In real life, Rosaria is concerned because Haruka has been frozen for 5 minutes so she decides to help.

Rosaria: Haruka? My dear? Are you okay?

Haruka: Y-yeah! I'm okay! Oooh, the food's here!

Michael: It has been here minutes ago, seeing you blank a bit is a bit concerning.

Simeon internally: ....this is unusual. Why did she blank out? She's always so deep in thought most of the time....what is she thinking about I wonder...

Luke: Simeeooon!! Can you get me that fish?? It's so far from me!

Simeon: Of course Luke^^ [gets the fish for him]

Overall the dinner went well everyone is enjoying themselves until Simeon decides to ask why Haruka keeps on blanking out.

Haruka: Me? Blanking out?

Simeon: Yes, you sometimes blank out for no reason. Are you okay?

Haruka: W-well... I was just thinking of food. No harm done^^

Simeon: ....Okay....?

The question keeps on coming, even in the hotel room.

Simeon: Haruka, can you please be honest with me. What's bothering you? Did something happen during the battle? What's happening?

Haruka: I'm fine... I'm just thinking of food like I said.

Simeon:...Is it about him?

Haruka: What?! No! Definitely not!

Simeon: Then what is it?

Haruka: I... need the bathroom! Hold that thought! [runs into the bathroom]

As soon as she's there, she contacts Solomon and Ichigo. Solomon can't answer because he's probably unconscious. So Ichigo is the only one available.

Ichigo: Sup!

Haruka: Simeon keeps on asking about me blanking out! What should I do? It keeps on coming! Should I just tell him?

Ichigo: Why are you even hiding it in the first place?

Haruka: Well... I don't want it to be awkward...

Ichigo: Well...just tell him honestly....? There's no harm in him knowing.

Haruka: What if he asks even further?

Ichigo: Then explain?? I don't know??

Haruka: Oh well... guess I'll just tell him honestly.

Outside, Simeon is waiting for her. That girl really did take her time in that toilet, until he hears a flush. Finally, Haruka came out of the bathroom.

Haruka: Uh.... so... uh... you need to sit down. This is gonna take a while.

Simeon: ?? You can just explain to me straight away....?

Haruka: Just- Just do as I say!

Simeon: Okay- [sits down on a sofa]

Haruka finally explains her situation and luckily Simeon understands.

Simeon: Then why don't you tell me from the start?

Haruka: I don't know... because I don't want it to be awkward. I'm scared you're gonna be mad at me for having such powers!

Simeon: Haruka, I'm literally an angel and you're a princess. We just went on a huge battle. I don't think such powers fazes me anymore.

Haruka: Good point...

Simeon: For now, let's get you cleaned! I'll set you a warm bath with a peach bath bomb. I'm sure you'll like it^^

Haruka: Just me right?

Simeon: You want me to join?

Haruka: I mean if you want to...

Simeon: Depends, if the bathtub fits, I don't see why not^^

Haruka: Deal! We'll have that! I want you to relax as well. That battle must've stressed you out :((

Simeon: It didn't stress me out perse... but it does make me worry about you.

Haruka: Well let's go! Let's get into it!

And so, this newly engaged couple ends up in a bubble bath with a peach scent. Luke who's alone in his room turned bored and walks around, leading him to Haruka's room. Once he got there he smells a peach scent, which leads him to the bathroom. He tries to open the door but it's locked.

Simeon: ....

Haruka: ....

Luke: Haruka?!

Haruka: Y-Yeah?!

Luke: Ooh! Are you having a bubble bath? It smells so good!

Haruka: I am! Why?

Luke: Oooh, have you seen Simeon?

Haruka: Oh he's with Michael. They need to talk.

Luke: I see...Okay then! [walks back to his room]

Haruka and Simeon sighs in relief. Because that was really scary and it'd be embarrassing and chaotic if they get caught chilling in the same bathtub.

Simeon: That was close...

Haruka: Indeed. Oh well, let's just finish this off and we'll sleep it off.

Simeon: You're starting to get drowsy...

Haruka: Perhaps I am, this warm bath does relax me

Simeon: We obviously can't sleep here. Do you want me to carry you back?

Haruka: I guess...but let's just clean ourselves first then you can do what you want.

Simeon: What I want?

Haruka: Yeah...

Simeon: Are you certain?

Haruka: Wait, what did you- Oh my goodness! Simeon! We just got engaged! Since when are you this dirty-minded?!

Simeon: What? I was only thinking of cuddling you to sleep... Haruka... are you okay??

Haruka: Then who's gonna take care of Luke?

Simeon: Good point...

Haruka: Now out! I'm cleaning myself!

Simeon: Alright, alright-

Wow, that's a chaotic ride for these two. Who knew an angel would have such a dirty mind. Well, there's someone worse apparently. Now we're back to square one with Beel, Ichigo, and Belphie arguing about the room.

Belphie: I'm fine sleeping anywhere ffs-

Ichigo: Can I just sleep in my own room? ;-;

Beel: But I wanna be with you.... at least for tonight...

Belphie: Fine! Get her out of here! I'm sleeping in this room! Out! O U T!

Ichigo: What?! But Belp- [gets carried away by Beel again, help] Honey, are you sure this is a good idea??

Beel: I am.

Ichigo: Alright then.... guess I'll just sleep with you for tonight.

Beel: Yay! Let's go then. I promise I won't do anything to you.

Ichigo: I trust you^^ We'll just sleep but once you're hungry we'll go get snacks okay?

Beel: Okay!

Yeah, maybe not as nasty as he is before but hey at least these two get to cuddle. Hours later, a certain avatar of wrath is awake and it's currently 3 a.m. he can't seem to sleep in any way despite the fluffy pillows, how comfortable his bed is, even the cat plushies are not helping him.

Satan: I need some fresh air...

Yes, Satan indeed leaves his room to walk around and get some fresh air, at the same time, Beel and Ichigo are both out to get some midnight snack.

Ichigo: Satan?

Satan: ....? Ichigo?? Beel??

Beel: Yeah... it's us. Why are you here?

Satan: I need some fresh air...

Ichigo: Well... we're going to McDonald's, wanna come with us?

Satan: I guess I'll go...

Ichigo: Alright then, let's go!!

With that, all three of them go to McDonald's. Beel of course orders his food, Satan and Ichigo just settle with drinks and some good ol fries. As they were eating, Satan is somehow getting better.

Beel: You probably can't sleep because you're hungry.

Satan: That'd make sense.

Ichigo: Yeah, that's probably why.

Beel: Hey, do you want some?

Ichigo: Hm? Oh, burger! Sure^^ [bites the burger]

Satan: You two need to tone down with the PDA. It starts to get concerning.

Beel: What's so bad about it?

Satan: It makes everyone feel single...

Beel: Ah.... oh well [shrugs]

After they finished, they went home but as soon as they went home, they see Lucifer at the center of the balcony staring at them.

Lucifer: Good morning, it seems to me that you guys went on a trip^^

Beel: ... I was hungry.... and I decide to get McDonald's...

Lucifer: Doesn't explain why he's coming along.

Satan: I went with them as well...

Lucifer: Are you sure?

Ichigo: He is! He went with us! He can't sleep so he came with us to McDonald's!

Lucifer: I see, alright then. Since we're in the human world, you're lucky that I can't punish any of you. Do get some rest. Except for Satan, I might need to talk with this son of mine.

Satan: ?? That doesn't even make sense!

Lucifer: Come on^^ Let's go~

Satan: ugh... [follows Lucifer]

#obeymefanfic #obeyme #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #roleplaybased #mymc

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sortasirius · 4 years ago

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5 or 19 for Destiel. :)

Hello my friend because I have been so bad at writing prompts or one shots you get BOTH

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5. “WHO LEFT THE TURKEY IN THE OVEN?!”

Words: 1053

A Christmas fic??? I guess my brain just wants the year to be over lmao

Three hours, thirty two minutes, and twenty seven seconds. Sixteen minutes and twenty five seconds until his next check. Dean is not anal-retentive, thank you very much for asking, he just knows that turkeys have about a five minute window from being raw to being like eating sand. It is an exact science that he has perfected over the years. And that is not going to be messed up tonight.

The bunker’s halls are filled with cheesy Christmas music, the smell of the meal that Dean has literally been working on since dawn wafting into every room. It’s their first Christmas as a real family, with Jack back and, well, whole. With Eileen, with Cas. Dean hasn’t had a Christmas since before he went to hell, and even though he clutched that night to his heart like a precious scrap of paper, he’s excited to have a holiday where they don’t have to worry about the next big bad thing coming to get them, or to have tragedy hanging over their heads. To, you know, be normal. Well, as normal as you can get when they had all died multiple times and two of their guests were angelic in nature, the other one recently resurrected from the great beyond.

“You need to talk to Cas,” Sam’s voice comes from the doorway, and Dean barely spares a glance in his direction, too focused on his goal to think about much else. Eileen is with Sam, looking concerned. Concerned enough that Dean stops chopping onions and wipes his hands on his apron (aprons fucking rock).

“What d’you mean? What’s wrong?”

“He says he caught wind of a case,” Sam’s eyebrows are knitted in concern, “He wants to leave.”

Dean feels the color drain out of his face, which is a little embarrassing.

“He wants to leave? Like now?”

“Yeah, he’s grabbing some stuff and getting ready to go.”

Dean stares at them, and then at the oven, where his masterpiece is roasting. He checks his watch. Okay. He has about twenty minutes until he needs to take it out. Well, seventeen minutes and forty-three seconds to be exact. Dean sways on the spot, torn between his carefully prepared and polished bird and having an empty place at the table he had carefully laid out the day before, with the place next to him being empty.

Neither sound appealing, but one makes his gut twist. He decides to handle that one.

He washes his hands methodically, trying to get them as clean and onion-free as he possibly can. Approaching Sam and Eileen, he pokes Sam in the chest.

“Watch that turkey. It’s gotta come out in,” he checks his watch again, “Fifteen minutes and fifty-seven seconds.”

“Okay Dean.”

Dean narrows his eyes and stands his ground, looking between both of their amused faces.

“I’m serious.”

“I can tell you are,” Eileen grins at him, “Please just go get Cas.”

Dean sways again, taking one last sweeping look at the kitchen before stomping towards Cas’ room. Empty. Fuck.

He checks the garage, the basement, checks in with Jack in his room, before finally hearing clanking in the armory. Fucker, gonna take his guns on Christmas Day before he can have his turkey? Dean doesn’t think so.

Cas is methodical in his movements, checking which weapons he was taking and diligently marking them on a list.

“You headed somewhere?”

Cas’ eyes meet his, and Dean’s hostility immediately melts.

“I caught wind of something, but don’t let me put a damper on the festivities, I’ll be back shortly.”

“And this can’t wait? You know, until I could go with you?”

Cas’ shoulders sink a fraction of an inch.

“What’s going on, Cas?”

“I’m just not feeling very festive, human holidays always feel strange to me. So I don’t want to put a damper on anything.”

“So you’re just gonna go? What about-” he cuts himself off, not wanting to sound like he was begging him to stay or anything.

“Dean-”

“Come on Cas, I,” he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to say the next words, “I didn’t get a lot of, uh, happy holidays growing up. It was just me and Sam and I, I was just excited to have a Christmas with everyone, with a real kitchen and have everyone, I don’t know, have someone. Sam has Eileen, Jack has all of us, he’s the kid, and then…you and me…”

The words sound closer to the truth than he meant them to. But Cas’ eyes soften by degrees, Dean could always tell that because they seemed to turn a lighter shade of blue.

“You and me.”

Dean opens his mouth, trying to make his thoughts into words, thoughts that had been buried in the back of his mind for years, literal years.

“You know, we could, be something.”

Cas smiles this bright and blinding smile, something so brilliant that it takes Dean’s breath away, but he doesn’t have time to get it back before Cas closes the space between them and pulls Dean forward by his flannel until they crash together, and Dean searches for Cas lips so quickly it’s a little embarrassing, but he doesn’t really care. Cas’ lips are soft and chapped and warm and Dean sighs into his mouth, relaxing as the tension between them, pulled taught like a string, finally eased.

Cas is the one to break the kiss, but it’s so gentle that Dean knows it isn’t a rebuke, just a wait til later. Dean could live with that.

“So no hunt?”

Cas smiles at him.

“I suppose it can wait. After all, it’s only a spontaneous combustion or two, nothing we can’t handle.”

Dean reaches for his hand instinctively, and it isn’t until he smells a too done smell coming from the kitchen that he starts running, dragging Cas with him.

“WHO LEFT THE TURKEY IN THE OVEN?!”

Sam comes skidding into the room, only barely registering that Cas and Dean are, in fact, holding hands, but grins as he nearly drops Dean’s overdone turkey on the floor in his haste to stop it from burning.

Sam is sufficiently guilty for his transgression, but despite the dryness of Dean’s masterpiece, when he’s holding hands with Cas under the table, he doesn’t really care. People always come for the potato casserole anyway.

19. I love you more than I love food.

Words: 722

Dean’s never been sure where his love of cooking comes from. Hell, it’s not like he ever had a real kitchen growing up, and he sure wasn’t slinging meals when he was five years old and hunting was just a thing he did for bugs in the backyard. He had to work with what they had when they were growing up, even when they stayed with Pastor Jim and Bobby, it wasn’t exactly five star dining. He had come up with foods to keep Sam entertained though, maybe that was where he got it from. The best thing they had were Funyuns crunched up with hot dogs and ketchup. Sounds gross, but when the gas mart down the block is the only place you can walk to to get food and you only have ten dollars to get through the week, that kinda shit rocked hard.

Now that he has a real kitchen, and access to a real grocery store or, even though he hates to admit he goes there, a farmer’s market, Dean cooks all the time. He falls asleep watching food network or The Great British Baking Show, he writes down ideas for recipes on the notes in his phone, sometimes even when he’s half asleep, and then he has to try and remember why he thought garlic and strawberries would ever be good together.

The only thing Dean loves more than cooking? Eating. It’s always gratifying to have Sam or Jack or Cas compliment him on his meals, but if he loved his food it was just an extra bonus for his ego.

Sam starts to notice something though, he notices before Dean does which, retrospectively, pisses Dean off. Dean doesn’t eat when Cas does. He always takes a bite in between Cas’ bites, and watches Cas closely for a reaction, good or bad, to whatever is on his plate.

Dean laughs at Sam the first time he tells him this.

“No I don’t,” he rolls his eyes, going back to prepping his bell peppers for the oven.

“Oh yeah you do,” Sam grins at him, “Pay attention when we eat tonight. You like refuse to eat when Cas is there. It’s funny.”

Dean tries really hard that night not to not eat when Cas does but…come on, he’s gotta see if he likes the peppers with goat cheese right?

Unfortunately, his inability to eat when Cas does becomes a running gag with Sam. He mentions it constantly, even getting Jack in on it, but whenever he mentions it to Cas, Cas just cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes. Him not saying anything makes Dean that much more self conscious, but he tries not to dwell on it. It doesn’t work.

Dean tries to pretend he has everything under control, until he makes himself and Cas some pretty epic turkey and swiss sandwiches for lunch one day, and he realizes he’s doing it again.

“Sam is right,” Cas points out, looking up from his sandwich.

“He tends to be, more than I’d like to admit,” Dean grins, his eyes scanning the room, landing anywhere but on Cas.

“You won’t eat when I do. Why?”

Dean is afraid to see accusations in Cas’ eyes, or worse, understanding. Understanding of something that not even Dean really understands. Well, he does if he really thinks about it, but he doesn’t want to think about it, sue him.

“I don’t know.”

“Dean. Look at me.”

Dean does, and then he’s under the force of Cas’ eyes, and he has a really hard time lying when he’s looking at Cas.

“Why?”

“I guess…I don’t know. I love you more than I love food.”

Cas seems momentarily stunned by his words, but Dean thinks it’s a pretty good comparison, even though he, you know, said the “l” word. That’s fine, he won’t think about that until he has a spiraling panic attack late at night tonight. That’s a future Dean problem.

“Well I also love you more than I love food,” Cas side-eyes Dean with a playful smile on his face. He thinks he might be being teased. And he’s not mad about it.

“That’s not fair, you’ve never cared about food.”

“I care about yours.”

Dean grins, still staring at the table.

See this, this is why he loves cooking.

#prompts #supernatural #spn #destiel #my writing #thank youuuuuuu #lilly answers #anonymous

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athenagrantt · 4 years ago

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okay.

summary: buck always hated the whole soulmate bullshit... okay maybe not always but for as long as he learned two things: one, what is his soulmark and two, who his soulmate is, in that particular order or in which buck has the last words his soulmate will ever say to him tattooed on his arm and his soulmate is his best friend. warnings: major character death words: 4,497k a/n: hi! So this is my very first 9-1-1/buddie fic and so I decided it’d be a great idea to introduce myself to y’all with this angsty fic and probably make all of you hate me so… yeah, call me satan and enjoy! lmao (side note if you wanna cry more I recommend to read this while listening to tough by lewis capaldi *wink wink*) read on ao3

There were so may ways you could find your soulmate Buck couldn’t count them even if he tried. And from what he knew and he’d like to think he knew quite a lot about the topic since he was fascinated by soulmates growing up, most of them were cute, romantic and funny or some kind of combinations of all three. And since everyone around him fit into that equation, you could even say Buck was excited to find that person who was destined to be with him.

Everything shifted when Buck was a little older and found out there actually were not-so-nice and cute ways to find a soulmate and that made Buck anxious about the future. Instead of looking forward to his eighteenth birthday he was dreading it. Every time he thought about it his chest got a little tighter and his breathing quickened.

It wasn’t like he had to take a test or an interview or something like that to determine his way of finding his other half. He’d just know. He’d wake up on his birthday and just know how it’s gonna go so he shouldn’t be this stressed. But he was. And every year his anxiety just kept getting worse because just in three years, two years, one year he w o u l d k n o w.

And yes, he could be overthinking for nothing. He could be just as lucky as other people and have a cute tattoo or see them in his dreams or not age ‘til they meet and it would be awesome but at the same time his brain kept reminding him he could be the unlucky one and most of the time Buck didn’t even want to think what that would mean.

On his birthday, the birthday, Buck woke up feeling different. He couldn’t figure it out right away but he had this gut feeling something’s changed. It was almost like a missing piece of him was finally in its place. He felt whole. And the first thing he did was smile and exhale slowly, calmly. He chuckled quietly not even knowing why and got up from the bed strangely ready to take on another day.

Only when he was putting his clothes on, Buck noticed something on his arm which was strange considering the fact he could barely fall asleep the night before constantly thinking about everything the next day would mean. He took a deep breath and after few seconds finally looked at his arm.

Okay.

Buck furrowed his brows. That was it? Just one word? At first he thought maybe there’s more to come so he spent the entire day constantly checking his arms even though something inside his head was telling him there will not be anything else. And that little voice was right because when Buck went back to bed the same, lonely word was all he saw.

And then a cold, uncomfortable chill run through his entire body and it hit him like a ton of bricks. Something he should’ve think about right away. Instead of overthinking what the tattoo was actually saying he should’ve think about what was the meaning behind it. Because there was one and as soon as Buck unlocked that part, he knew. He knew exactly what that small, innocent okay placed on his wrist meant and for a few seconds that realization knocked the air out of his lungs.

Buck spent the next few hours sitting in the same exact spot on his bed, his breath shaky and shallow, the thumb of his right hand abstinently stroking the inked skin on his left wrist. He felt numb, not able to do anything to break his trance. He noticed he was crying only when the tears started dropping on his hand and still he did nothing to stop them. His vision blurry, the only thing he could see was that same little okay he was staring at for hours.

This was the last thing his soulmate would ever say to him.

He didn’t want to believe it. He wished it was a mistake.

But he knew,

he knew

he knew it wasn’t.

He knew that little word will, someday, shatter his entire world into pieces. Pieces he won’t be able to glue together. Because his heart will die. Literally. And there’s nothing he can do about it, nothing he can do to prevent it. All he can do is wait and hope.

Okay.

And just as he was lying on the bed, as if all the hurt wasn’t enough, Buck realised another two things. Yes, ‘okay’ will be the only thing his soulmate will ever say to him but he has no idea of knowing which one of them could be in a life-death situation. He just assumed that short word would be said when his soulmate would be dying but who’s to say it won’t be him and ‘okay’ will be literally the last thing he will ever hear? Thinking about it felt like someone was kicking him in the gut.

However Buck didn’t have much time to dwell on that because another thought wanted to be heard – Why just one word? Wasn’t his luck bad enough? How was he supposed to know which ‘okay’ would be the last one? Was he supposed to panic every time someone in his presence said it? Or was he supposed to just know like he knows he definitely was the unluckiest person in the entire world right now?

He had two possible choices - to just live his life to the fullest, knowing he or someone who he will love with everything in him might day and he has no idea when, why or who could it be or to completely close himself off to love, to avoid it like a fire and be miserable his whole life…

But seeing as only few years later Buck was working as a firefighter and chasing fires was literally his job the choice seemed pretty obvious. Somewhere along the way he decided he can’t waste his life. He won’t waste his life. The idea of losing his soulmate, one way or another, still terrified him, but throughout the years he learned to just ignore or silence that part of his brain. Was it healthy for his mental health? God no. But it was working so Buck decided to stick with it.

Then… Buck meet Eddie and again something in him started to change. It was even more confusing than the time thing like this happened on his eighteen birthday. But somehow, somehow Buck knew it had to do with his soulmate. He didn't know how Eddie fit in there but he must’ve.

Because Buck knew.

The idea of Eddie being his soulmate crossed him mind more than once but Eddie told him about Shannon, his w i f e, so no matter what Buck was imagining, Eddie Diaz wasn’t his soulmate and he had to accept it. And he did.

But then Shannon died.

And Eddie’s soulmark was still there.

And Buck was so confused.

Because that wasn’t supposed to happen. When you or your soulmate dies your soulmark dies with you/them. What happens after that? Buck had no idea but what he knew was that the blue eyes Eddie kept on seeing in his dreams should now be gone.

They were not. Even weeks after Shannon’s death Eddie was complaining he still dreamt about them. Buck suggested that maybe it takes time for a soulmark to completely disappear but the thing with Eddie’s soulmark was that it wasn’t disappearing at all. Eddie was convinced that it’s the exact opposite and the eyes he sees are even more visible than before. And at this point Buck was just lost.

When he met Eddie they talked about soulmates. And Eddie explained to him that even though he can see the eyes in his dreams, he’d only know for sure after he kissed his soulmate. He told Buck after he kissed Shannon for the first time he was positive she was it for him and then they had Christopher – whom Buck loves almost as if he was his own son, and despite everything that happened between him and Shannon he thought they would work it out. Unfortunately they didn’t and now Buck wasn’t the only one who was struggling with his soulmate.

He wished both him and Eddie had it as easy as their colleagues from the station.

Like his own sister and Chimney for example. They were both living in a black and white until they kissed and when they did suddenly the world was colourful and beautiful and the two of them were so happy and full of love.

Or Athena and Bobby. Bobby could literally see her in her dreams. He knew exactly who was his soulmate when he laid his eyes on her and when Athena heard his voice, when they first spoke, she knew it was him because the same thing that came out of his mouth was what was tattooed on her forearm.

But Buck’s favourite, to this day were Han and Karen. When they met their hearts started glowing. Han told him, jokingly that they must’ve really been in love because the glow of their hearts wouldn't go away for a whole week. And it only made Buck love their story even more. Mainly because when Buck was younger he wished that would be him someday. Finding love with a glowing heart.

Instead he was cursed with his little okay.

Nothing was okay and it was even less okay after the dinner they had at Bobby and Athena’s place one time Okay, no, the dinner itself was great. But they always were. As long as all of them were together in a room, everything was great. So they talked, they drank, they ate, they laughed and drank some more. A few of them would have a hangover the next day but they were having so much fun that the next morning wasn’t important. Buck wasn’t even mad when his team lost a game of charades – and if it was all Bucks’s fault because he kept staring at his best friend, no one has to know… except everyone knew. The alcohol coursing through his veins did not make him subtle at all.

It was weird. Because up to that very dinner party Buck never thought about Eddie in that way.

That was a lie.

He definitely did think about Eddie in that way but never before let himself think he could have something real with Eddie. He was so fixated on the idea that they weren’t soulmates he never even thought they could still be a thing. Not being someone else’s soulmate never stopped him from a relationship and yet he couldn’t bring himself to try and start something with Eddie. No matter how hard he wanted to pretend he didn’t know what was holding him back, he did. And it was pretty simple and obvious – he didn’t want to risk his friendship with Eddie and his relationship with Christopher. He loved that kid so much sometimes it scared him. The way Chris could chase all his worries away with just one smile was incredible and Buck would rather pine for Eddie from afar then do something that in the long run had the possibility of hurting Chris.

Where were those exact thoughts after the dinner when Eddie suggested they don’t stop the fun now and grab a drink or two at the nearby bar? Buck had no idea but he always had a hard time saying no to Eddie so they did grab a drink or two or four at the bar nearby.

So yeah, the dinner itself was great, it was everything that happened after that might have been the worst or best night in Buck’s life. To this day he’s not sure.

At first the night was going great. They ordered the first round of drinks and sat in the corner booth at the very end of the room where the music was just a little bit quieter and it was easier to hear what they were saying. Also, the light wasn’t that aggressive and when after good twenty minutes Buck thought about it, the whole atmosphere of the booth was awfully romantic. Eddie either didn’t mind it or simply didn’t notice too preoccupied with telling a story about Christopher from that morning.

They spent most of the time like this, talking and laughing, just like best friends do. Buck had even more fun than only hours ago when they were with the rest of the team. Something about it being just the two of them made it even better. And when the voice inside his head would keep on telling him it was because he had feelings for Eddie he’d just push it down, ignoring it before his heart would flutter at the idea.

It was so easy to fall for Eddie Diaz. Buck couldn’t even point to en exact moment he realised he wanted something more than friendship. The idea was silly but it was like Buck’s entire body started vibrating when he was close to him. When it happened the first time, for a second, Buck thought he was dying. He’s never felt anything even close to what he felt that day and it scared and excited him at the same time. Right there and then was the first time Buck thought about Eddie being his soulmate and just by thinking it his body got all warm and tingly and he absolutely loved it. Chimney was the only one who noticed his reaction and for a good week kept making faces at him any time Eddie entered the room which after a month was quite annoying but there was nothing Buck could do about it so he just learned to go with it.

Along the way everyone around him started to notice how taken he was by Eddie… Eddie being the exception. Buck was almost amazed by how oblivious his best friend was. Whenever Han or Chim or even Booby would say something to embarrass Buck in front of him he completely shrugged it off and didn’t give it a second thought. Sometimes Buck was curious what he’d have to do for Eddie to get the idea.

Like what if he were to casually take Eddie’s hand in the middle of his story? Without any explanation. Just hold it, maybe intertwined their fingers together and listen to the story like nothing happened. Would that be enough for Eddie to stop and question what was going on? Suddenly Buck really wanted to know and-

“Hey, man you there? You seemed kinda off.” Eddie’s voice brought him back from daydreaming.

“Yeah, sorry. Spaced out a little.” Buck chuckled.

“Are you calling me boring, Buckley?” A challenging smile on Eddie’s lips.

Buck wanted to kiss those lips.

“I’m not saying Chris would told this story better but...” He trailed off, teasing.

“Wow.” Eddie sighed, trying to look offended but failing.

Buck knew he should’ve stop drinking if he wanted to finish the night without embarrassing himself but at this point in his life he was also pretty good at ignoring his thoughts so that’s what he did and moments later was ordering another round.

He had no idea what happened in that short period of time he was gone but when he was back in the booth he had this feeling that the mood has changed. Something shifted in that little world Eddie and him were immersed for the last two hours. He didn’t know what but when Eddie emptied almost half of his drink at once he knew something definitely happened.

And then before he even had the chance to ask, Eddie’s face was so close to his, Buck could probably count his eyelashes if wasn’t as surprised as she was.

And then they were kissing. And Buck’s head was spinning. And Eddie’s hands were on his neck pulling him even closer. And he let him. And Buck himself grabbed Eddie’s shirt in his hands. And an embarrassingly loud groan escaped his lips. And he could feel Eddie smiling. And Buck hated how much he loved it. But they were kissing so it didn’t matter. Because E d d i e k i s s e d h i m.

Buck had to physically, gently push Eddie away because as much as he absolutely loved feeling his lips on his own, suddenly he knew and yet again he absolutely hated his life.

Okay.

Right after Buck broke the kiss, he could see how confused Eddie was. And he had every right to because Buck did kiss him back. And they both knew what just happened and what that meant for them but for some reason, after a moment of complete silence between them Eddie felt the need to voice the fact. “You’re my soulmate.” He said quietly and Buck was surprised he could actually hear him. “We’re soulmates.” Eddie said again with a smile on his face and Buck wanted to cry.

Okay.

He was fine with Eddie not knowing Buck had feelings for him. It was easier. It was safer. But Eddie kissed him and Buck kissed him back. And now the idea he was so quick to dismiss so many time before turned out to be true and Buck hated it. Because it meant he would lose Eddie. Someday in the hopefully long ass future he will definitely loose his best friend. One of them will die leaving the other one. No one said it had to be soon but Buck couldn’t let himself get his hopes up.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to decipher Buck’s reaction. He knew how Buck felt about his soulmark and it was safe to say he hated it. It wasn’t a secret. And Buck always said he’s rather never find them rather than go through loosing essentially a part of himself. So knowing that, Eddie couldn’t even be mad. He could only imagine how hard it was for Buck to know the last thing Eddie would say to him. Now that he knew Buck was his soulmate he wasn’t sure himself how he felt about the idea but he knew he wouldn’t want anyone else as his soulmate.

“Buck.” Eddie said, his hand firmly gripping Buck’s shoulder. “Look at me.” He asked and took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s okay.”

“Eddie.” Buck’s breath hitched and when nothing happened he exhaled sharply and pulled Eddie in for a tight hug. “You’re okay.”

“I’m fine. I’m okay. We’re okay.” Eddie assured him and Buck hated how his heart stopped for a second every time Eddie said that word.

“Please never say ‘okay’ to me ever again.”

Buck was so serious it almost gave Eddie chills but he rolled his eyes to somehow loosen up the tense moment. “Buck. Don’t be ridiculous.” He shook his head, grabbing Buck’s hand. “Do you really believe that me not saying the word will change anything?”

“I hope so.” Buck sighed. “Eddie, I can’t lose you.” He admitted eventually and it nearly broke Eddie’s heart to hear how defeated he sounded. And Eddie wanted to assure him, he won’t but he couldn’t say that. He couldn’t promise something like that and he didn’t want to lie to Buck. “The only thing we can do is to live to the fullest and enjoy it while it lasts, okay?” Eddie said, adding the word Buck hated on purpose just to make his point.

And Buck knew Eddie was right. He couldn’t live in fear because he wouldn’t be living at all. And now that he knew Eddie was his soulmate Buck wanted so many things out of life. So just like he did all those years ago, when he found that little okay on his wrist, he decided to let that fear of losing Eddie motivate him to live his life like every day was the last one rather than stop living at all. And being a firefighter sure did help him understand how fragile life was, on a daily basis.

Even before he knew Eddie’s his soulmate both of them had a few close calls and right there one of them could’ve died and when Buck thinks about it now it would be so much worse. The situation he is now isn’t the best but it always could be worse. If Eddie were to die and Buck would find out they were soulmates before he had any chance to do anything about it he’s sure he’d die right beside him because of how broken his heart would be. At least now they had a chance to be together. No matter how long.

Months have passed and both of them were still happy and most importantly healthy. Of course, there were times one of them would be closer to the other side that they’d prefer, knowing the circumstances but at the end they were okay.

Until they weren’t.

The day started almost like any other. It was better because exactly a year ago they were in a bar where they discovered they’re soulmates. A year ago they got together and started their lives as a couple.

An anniversary.

Time really flies when you’re happy and in love. Buck could not believe it has been a year already. It was, hands down, the best year of his life. A year filled with nothing but the kind of love that consumes you entirely. So he insisted they go out and celebrate together. All three of them. Because it wouldn’t be the same without Christopher. Buck made a reservation at their favourite restaurant and was so excited he nearly started counting down the hours.

Much to all his friends’ joy he didn’t have the time to actually do it since the day was just hectic. Every call was more intense than the previous one and the last one of the day was the actual worst one in every meaning imaginable.

There was a man threatening a woman with a gun. He was drunk and Buck would say crazy. When they got there Bobby, Eddie and him went inside. Bobby tried to talk the man down, tried to reason with him but to no avail. It seemed like the man couldn’t even hear him like all this anger bubbling inside him made him deaf. Which was ridiculous of course, but Buck really didn’t know how else to describe it.

And everything that happened after Bobby stopped talking and addressed Buck and Eddie happened so quickly Buck didn’t even know what he was doing after he was in the middle of throwing himself at the captain. All he remembered was the man pointing his gun at Bobby and pulling the trigger. When both of them landed on the ground everyone present realised the gun did not fire. Buck let himself take a deep shaky breath before he looked back at the scene and oh how he wished he didn’t. Because when he turned his head around, standing up from the ground he saw Eddie charging at the man who now knew that now there was nothing to lose. He attempted to kill Bobby so he might as well carry on with his plan.

Before Eddie managed to reach him, the man quickly reload the gun and fired.

One.

Two.

Three.

Then Eddie landed on the ground, nothing but pure shock on his face. The only thing Buck could hear was the beating of his own heart. He was on his knees when Eddie fall down and now wasn’t able to pull himself up. Completely ignoring the very real chance of being shot himself he stumbled to where Eddie was lying in a pool of his blood, hand clutching his chest.

Buck was numb.

He had no idea what was happening around him. The only thing important to him was Eddie and when he reached him he took his hand in his. Tears were streaming down his face but he didn’t even noticed.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

“They’re almost gone.” Eddie mumbled, looking at Buck.

“What?” Buck asked even though he had a pretty good idea what Eddie was talking about. But this time, this time Buck let himself hope.

“Your eyes.” Eddie smiled, his eyes closing just for a second.

Buck’s wrist started to sting.

Okay.

“Eddie. No.” Buck’s voice broke and his heart was beating so fast. “You can’t-” He couldn’t finish. He didn’t want to finish. “Think about Christopher. You can’t leave Christopher.” He cried. “You can’t leave me.” Eddie’s grip on his hand was so weak it made Buck sick. “We have an anniversary dinner to go to.” He tried, he tried to be okay. “Eddie please.”

“I know you’ll take good care of him Buck. There’s nobody in this world that I trust with him more than you, remember?” Buck could barely hear him and the pain in his wrist was increasing with every second yet it still was nothing in comparison to the pain of hi dying heart.

Okay.

“Eddie-” He wanted to say so many things but the lump in his throat wouldn’t let him.

“I know.” Eddie placed his hand on Buck’s cheek. “I love you, too.”

Buck couldn’t take it any more. Still holding Eddie’s hand, he laid his head on his chest and regretted it as soon as he heard how slow and weak Eddie’s heartbeat was. How he wished it was just a very very bad dream or some sick joke. How was he supposed to live his life now?

“Hey, look at me.” He obeyed but when he looked in Eddie’s eyes he knew exactly what was gonna happen and if it was possible, he just cried harder.

Okay.

“Don’t say it. Eddie I am begging you, please don’t say it.” Buck was shaking his head frantically. His whole body was shaking and he wasn’t sure if it ever stop. “You’re gonna be fine. I love you. So much. You’re gonna be fine, okay?” He didn't even noticed what he said until Eddie smiled at him with all the love he had for Buck in his eyes.

“Okay.” Eddie exhaled and tugged at Buck’s hand. He couldn’t see anything through the tears but he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to Eddie’s. When he pulled away he was choking on the tears. Still strongly gripping Eddie’s hand he just looked at him before he noticed that his wrist wasn’t hurting any more. The one thing he hated about himself and now the only thing he’d of Eddie was gone and he’d never imagined he’s miss it.

Buck managed to whisper one last ‘I love you’ before he felt a pair of hands pulling him away from his now forever gone soulmate.

And he was far, far away from okay.

#9-1-1 #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fic #kingaftwriting #i'm so sorry #asdfghjkl #i was literally bawling my eyes out writing the last part #it hurts so much #i am satan #ANYWAY #hope you hate it enough to like it!#lmao #there are probably tons of mistakes bc i didn't proof read #so sorry about that

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floralseokjin · 6 years ago

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;snack thief (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

Jungkook steals your snacks while you’re away. Can he make it up to you? He’ll try his best...

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings; smut; oral (female receiving), some type of dry humping? (I googled and it seems to he called intercrural sex? basically jungkook fucks between ur thighs lmao), established relationship, fluffy and domesticated 🤧 words; 3,354

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“Look what I haveeee.”

Jungkook’s melodic voice rang through the bedroom, disrupting your rest time. You’d already had your nap, but you were still sleepy…and moody right now. You had a thief in the house. A snack thief. Someone who happened to be none other than your boyfriend. You rolled from your side onto your back, surveying Jungkook who was stood at the foot of the bed, waving a bag of chips in his hand.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms across your chest. “They’re the wrong ones.”

He froze, eyes wide with panic. “No, they’re not!” He exclaimed. You ignored him and carried on staring. He took a moment to falter, turning the packet to take a look. “Are they? Fuck.” By the look on his face you could tell he knew he’d fucked up. But it was Jungkook, so of course he was going to try and find a way to get out of it. You quickly turned back to your side as he pounced and crawled up the bed.

“Baby, they’re just the same!” He cried out, hands gripping your shoulder and back as he tried to pull you to him, bag of chips landing on your hip and falling in front of your stomach.

You grabbed them, throwing them back to his chest. “Aren’t,” you pouted, turning to look at him. “That makes the betrayal even worse.”

“Quit being so dramatic,” he sighed, backtracking when he saw the look of outrage on your face. “Or not…” You let out a hmph, rolling back. He whined. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” A tug at your shoulder. “Babyyyy!” You could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck as he clung to you like koala. “I missed you so much and you haven’t so much as kissed me hello.” He was pouting now, you could hear it in his voice.

You were waning, giving in, because of course you’d missed him too. He was supposed to come with you to visit your parents, but he couldn’t get time off work. Although perhaps that was more of an excuse not a reason… You hated travelling on your own, anxious for the 2-hour flight there and back no matter how many times you’d done it before. So you were always relieved to be back home safe and sound.

Hungry and sleepy you’d bounded through the door looking forward to eating your favourite bag of chips and cuddling Jungkook until you (hopefully, both) dropped off. Imagine how annoyed you were to find your loving boyfriend had eaten your snacks while you were away… Granted it wasn’t that much of a big deal, but you were exhausted from travelling so off you’d stormed upstairs, had a shower and had been napping ever since, leaving a guilty Jungkook thinking about how to make amends.

“You’ve been gone for over a week. Do you know what that does to a man?” He was still going on, mumbling now as you felt his mouth at the back of your neck. “I had to eat the chips because they reminded me of you so much…”

“You didn’t even know what make they were!” You astounded, looking back immediately. He hadn’t even brought you the correct ones from the store. How could they possibly remind you of him?

“I got confused at the store,” he defended, eyes wide. “There’s so many different ones!”

You shrugged him off, wondering if you were actually still annoyed or just still sleepy… Maybe you were just dragging it on because you liked it when he was being clingy…

“Go away,” you told him, shrugging him away. “I’m still tired from the flight.”

“Can’t I lie with you?” He asked on cue, sounding hopeful, squeezing you tighter. “Haven’t you missed me at all?”

You sighed in defeat. “Of course I have.” Giving up slightly, you turned around in his arms, facing him to find him beaming. “Until you ate my snacks…”

He instantly groaned, annoyed because he thought he’d won. “Can’t we just drop this now? I thought the nap would’ve calmed you down.”

You buried your head in his chest, secretly inhaling his scent having missed him so much. He always smelt so good, like home. “It did, until you came back with the wrong chips,” you mumbled, but he could hear the smile in your voice.

He found your chin and lifted your face up softly so you were looking at him. “Can’t I make it up to you some other way?”

You couldn’t help but steal a little kiss from his lips, unsure how you’d managed to suppress the urge for so long. “What do you have in mind?” He didn’t reply, instead immediately flipping you onto your back as you squealed. His hands ran up and down your sides as he crawled over you. “A massage?” No doubt you could do with one.

“Kinda,” he shrugged, not looking you in the eyes as he dragged his hands down your hips, repeating again just to hook his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. Eye contact back, he looked at you dead serious. “A pussy massage.”

“JUNGKOOK!” You gobsmacked, unable to believe your ears before falling into a fit of giggles. You kicked your feet at him. “Get lost!”

“What?” He laughed along, grabbing a hold of your ankles to spread your legs apart and crawl over your body. “It must really be aching after your week away? Didn’t it miss someone?” He murmured seductively, mouth centimetres away from yours.

“Not really,” you brushed him off, unable to stop yourself from snorting as you burst out laughing.

“Baby,” he whined, cupping your face. “Play along”

“No. You ate my snacks.”

“And let me eat you out to make up for it!” He insisted, sitting up to hook his fingers under your shorts again.

“Fine,” you gave in, not really needing much persuasion in the first place, and he probably knew that. You folded your arms across your chest. “But I’m just telling you now, I’ll probably be still annoyed after you’re done…”

He wasn’t really bothered, already pulling the shorts down your legs. He briefly looked up to cock an eyebrow. “We’ll see.” The cheek. You should really retract your permission, but now you were already naked from the waist down, Jungkook’s eyes glued to your centre, practically drooling. It seemed stupid to starve yourself of the pleasure.

He crouched down and you were already folding your legs out, giving him perfect access as two of his fingers brushed down your folds. His mouth dropped to lick a firm strip across your clit. “Shit,” you sighed out, a hand coming out to grip onto his shoulder. You stretched out, getting comfy. “I didn’t cum at all at my parents’.” You were extra sensitive having been deprived for days. “It seemed too weird.”

Jungkook pulled away to look at you, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing at the bundle of nerves now, making your hips raise up, chasing the feeling. “Baby, you’re a whole grown ass woman.”

You shrugged, agreeing with him. Next time you’d throw caution to the wind. Jungkook got back to work, flicking his tongue against you now, hand flattening one of your thighs to hold you down. He peeked at you, unable to stop talking. “I jacked off a couple times.” You let out a breathless giggle, finding it hard to concentrate. “What? I was home alone, you think I’m not gonna watch porn in bed?”

Your eyes widened at that, perplexed by his shameless attitude. “Get on with it,” you grumbled, lifting a foot with effort to try and kick his head. He ignored it, diving between your legs now with a lot more enthusiasm.

The pleasure shot up your body, unable to stop yourself from moaning, chin in your chest as you tried to watch your boyfriend diligently at work. Probably an unflattering angle, but it didn’t matter, not when he said he loved your double chins the most.

“Show me how you want it,” he murmured against you, his hot breath teasing you to no end, lips wet and sticky. You couldn’t help but ball your fist into his hair, gripping him closer to your heat. “Yeah?” He managed to get out, licking across his lips. “Want my face right up in there?”

“Mhmm,” you moaned, arching your back, pushing him further into you. He laved his tongue against your clit desperately, movements restricted because you’d wedged him so tight, but it still felt so good, your eyes fluttering closed as your fist began to loosen, letting him jerk away to flatten his tongue and run it up your folds, curling it around the bundle of nerves, hungry noises leaving him.

“You smell amazing, taste fuckin’ amazing,” he mumbled in a rush, his fingers against your entrance now, stroking up the swollen flesh. “Feel amazing—” He pushed his middle finger inside of you, curling it against your walls before straightening, fucking it into you. “So wet, baby. You sure you’re mad?”

He was getting cocky, and you hated it because it turned you on even more… That sure mouth of his, it would send you into an early grave. You couldn’t even bite back, too far gone.

“Jungkook,” you cried, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He scurried closer, lapping at your centre like a man deprived. “Don’t stop—!” You were squirming everywhere until Jungkook weighted you down, sucking on your clit as he now began to curl his finger again, grazing against your gspot. He always knew when you were close, and he always knew exactly how to get you off perfectly. Years of practice.

“Yeah, right there, just like that—mhmm, please.” God, you turned into such a beggar when you were close to coming. Jungkook loved it, humming loudly into you, the vibrations shooting through your body, tightening the coil that was fit to snap inside your gut.

“Pleaseee,” you begged one last time, even though it was pointless. He was giving it to you already, and no sooner had the syllable left your strained throat, you were coming.

It rocked your body in waves, thighs trembling, seeing stars, and as Jungkook pulled away to kneel up, all you could do was pant like crazy, trying to catch your breath. “Fuck,” you gasped, looking up at him. He was equally as fucked out, jaw smeared with your juices, which he didn’t bother to wipe away. Instead he grabbed his crotch, rubbing his fist along the obvious outline of his erection.

Unable to help it you decided to play with him again. “Can you get the right snacks now?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible as you rolled back onto your side.

“Huh?” Silence. “I can’t go like this, look at me!” You didn’t, trying really hard not to giggle as you closed your eyes. “Wait!” He panicked, scared you were serious. He jumped to the side of you, tugging at your shoulders. “You can’t leave me hanging like this...”

You looked over your shoulder. “I thought you’d had plenty of time to masturbate this past week?”

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He truly did believe you now. “C’mon, I’m still not done making it up to you.” He pleaded, trying to coax you onto your back.

“The correct snacks will suffice.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” he babbled, taking a new approach when he pressed his clothed boner against your ass. “Baby, I’m gonna explode if I don’t cum soon.” He sounded so agonised you couldn’t suppress your giggles anymore. Silent laughter rocked your shoulders.

There was silence as he finally realised you were only teasing him. “You’re laughing!” He was definitely being whiny now, voice screechy as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Stop being so mean.”

He rocked his hips again, and you couldn’t ignore the excitement that zapped up your body. “I’m so horny for you...” he mumbled, kissing your earlobe. He knew that always got to you. He was pulling out the big guns now. “Making you cum like that...was so fucking hot…”

You were not giving in that easily. Turning onto your back again, he instantly got excited. “Tell me,” you began, “did you eat my snacks while masturbating to porn in the bed we share?”

He immediately froze, expression blank before he sighed dramatically and slammed down on his back too. “I really have just dug myself a deeper hole…” You watched as he rubbed a hand over his face, wondering how long you could keep this up before you inevitably gave in.

Jungkook however, always needed the last word. “To answer your question, no,” he dropped his hand, shaking his head before pulling a face. “That’s gross.” Fair enough. “Who wants a cheese dusted dick?”

You elbowed his side, disgusted. He ignored you in favour of rubbing his dick again. It was still solid, and you could see how much when he slowly pulled it out from his underwear. He pushed his sweats down past his thighs, revealing the black ink of his tattoos that patterned the skin. You often teased him he wouldn’t have any room left if he carried on. Not that you hated them by any means. Jungkook had always had tattoos since you’d known him, even when he’d initially lied and said he didn’t on your first date… Long story. You still teased him about that too… The idiot. But no, you loved his tattoos as much as you loved him. Ink and Jungkook went together, fitting, because it was his job to tattoo people after all…

“Look at it,” he urged, gripping his cock in his fist, but your eyes were already glued to it anyway. He had a good looking dick, however strange that sounded. You didn’t even care. “It won’t go down,” he pouted, running his fist up and down the engorged flesh slowly. You were breaking.

“Jungkook,” you whined, as if you were scolding him for trying to seduce you.

“But babyyyy” he sung, leaning closer to you to murmur against your ear. “I want you so bad.”

“Tough,” you shrugged, turning to your side once more and closing your eyes. You could be stubborn when you wanted to be, it was hard to stop, even if this was supposed to be done in jest.

“Urghhgh!” You heard him exclaim, groaning your name as he curled himself around your body. His dick fell between your thighs, and as if he couldn’t help it, chasing any type of friction, he began to rock his hips back and fore. He was quiet for a few moments, getting used to the sensation before murmuring against your ear. “I could just cum like this?”

He liked it. His voice was all airy and unstable. You’d have to be made of rock for that not to affect you.

“Hm, you want me to?” He hummed, noticing the way your ass pushed back into him, even if it was just the slightest of movements. You let out a little moan, excitement washing through you as you finally opened your eyes and perked up.

“I’ll take that moan as a yes.” You could hear the grin in his voice, and it didn’t take him long to pick up the pace.

Hearing him slide in and out from between your thighs was really hot, fucking the soft skin as his breathing became erratic, soft pants filling your ears as he gripped your hips and thrusted. You almost couldn’t help the little moans that slipped between your lips, a hand reaching behind you to cup at his face, needing to touch him.

“You like this, hm?” He got out between heavy breaths, squeezing one ass cheek with his hand. All you could do was moan a little louder, fingers tangling in his hair. “Me using your body to get off…”

“Mhmm,” you managed to hum. “It’s hot.”

He grunted, your affirmation driving him crazy, and he shifted, aiming his cock higher between your thighs. “Need more,” he gritted out, moaning softly when he felt his erection press against your heat, your arousal acting as natural lubrication, making the sensation even better.

He began to fuck into you faster. “Feels so good,” he whined, mouth pecking uneven kisses into the side of your neck. “Shit, I’m really gonna cum.” He sounded amazed, like he couldn’t believe it felt so good he was about to blow his load so quickly—that he was about to cum at all, actually.

You were pretty sure you were growing wetter, hearing the slick noises that came with every thrust, and if he wanted to, he could penetrate you easily, but it was so much hotter knowing he wanted to finish like this. That he wanted, needed, you so much he could cum from just feeling some of your skin and the friction it brought.

“Jungkook,” you murmured, attempting to twist your neck to kiss him. The angle was disastrous, you were pretty sure he started making out with your cheek at some point, but it felt good, was enough because you’d missed him. You were moaning loudly just because he was so into it. He knew that too and was getting off on it just as much. The intimacy, the urge he felt to just cum because of you was one of the hottest things you’d ever experienced.

Jungkook lifted his head to watch down your body, gripping your hips tightly to stop you from rocking back into him. With a gruff noise of exertion he began to drill into your thighs quickly, blunt head of his cock brushing past your folds each time, quickly sending him to the point of no return.

“This is so hot, fuck,” he whimpered, slowing down to look at your face. “W-where should I?” He blurted, eyes dark and wide.

“Like this,” you rushed, “it’s okay, need to change the sheets anyway.”

“O-okay,” he stuttered, and then he stared moving again, savouring the feeling. “Fuck, oh fuck.” His hips faltered before there was a pause, and then you felt the warmth of his cum coat your vagina, some shooting onto the sheets beneath you, some dropping between your thighs.

When he got too sensitive, he slid from between you to roll onto his back. “Shit,” he exclaimed weakly. You followed him and one of his hands wrapped around your thigh, spreading it slightly so he could see the mess he’d made all over your naked bottom half. He stared, eyes glazed over, loving what he saw before he laughed breathlessly. “That was amazing.”

You agreed, unable to tell him with words but with kisses instead, pressing half your body into his as your tongue parted his mouth, desperate to taste him, because boy, like you’d said, had you missed him a lot.

“Am I forgiven?” He smirked when you pulled away, even more breathless now.

“Of course,” you shrugged, brushing the hair out of his eyes. It was slightly curled with sweat, and you quiffed it above his forehead, pecking the hot skin. “I wasn’t that mad anyway, I was only playing.”

He whined your name, wrapping his arms around your middle to squeeze you tight to him. You were probably smearing his cum all over him, but as if he cared. No doubt more reason to shower together he was probably thinking…

“Want me to still go and get the right snacks,” he asked quietly, a fond smile on his face as he looked at you.

“It’s okay,” you smiled back. “We’ll go together. Need to get some groceries, right?” He nodded in agreement. “What have you been living off all week? Noodles?”

“Noodles on noodles, on noodles.” He nodded his head wider, emphasising each repeat of the word. You sighed dramatically, what were you to do with him? He chuckled. “I missed you.”

Such a cute confession, partially ruined by the bum squeeze he gifted you at the same time. “I missed you too,” you grinned, leaning in for another kiss.

Written 2018. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:flll

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shijiujun · 5 years ago

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history3 ep 19 summary - GEMS, GEMS AND MORE GEMS, EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED

ALRIGHT! Summary today! You guys already know all the important gems of the story because I’ve been fucking yelling all night I apologise sincerely for the spam guys I truly do I know how annoying it can be but I’m so excited!!!!

We start off with TY already in fucking handcuffs and Zhao Zi standing there all hovering against the wall, and TY is obviously regretful as hell and so remorseful and also once again catatonic because his SF is in the hospital again because of him, and this time DIRECTLY BECAUSE OF HIM - although i’m super curious, in between everything when did TY have time to call zz? you know?!!! and zz turns up and he’s like OHHHH FUCKKKK and: “okay guys, one of you take ah zhi, and hi tang yi, sorry gotta handcuff ya, oops”

OMG MY HANDSOME DR JIANG IS BACK!!! he’s such a sassy little bitch i love it so much!! anw he comes out and his face is like ‘guys can’t you just give me a fucking break’ and then zz takes one good look and goes: “i’ll leave you both to talk”

dr jiang says: “you look worse than the guy who was actually shot, in there” and then sits down next to TY

ty asks how he is and LMAO dr jiang is all like: “how else can he be?! he’s awake and asking for HIS MAN (like literally, dr jiang said HIS MAN) and lol i just died (more gems from dr jiang: i think that police officer, his brain is sick, only then he’ll actually want to be with you) - anw basically dr jiang is telling TY that with TY being so adamant on revenge, it’s only SF that’s willing to be with him, and if TY continues to be like this, the only person who’ll get hurt is SF

AND DR JIANG STANDS UP TO TAKE A CALL AND HE IS FACE TIMING THE BROTHER OF THE EX-WIFE FROM RIGHT OR WRONG?!! CUTE AS HELL - IS THIS A HINT? I LOVE CROSS OVERS

then TY goes inside the room and that’s when he hears the beeping - the emergency patient beep? and that’s when we see TY scrambling over like a little chick in panic because he’s afraid SF is dead, and then he’s just shaking SF and SF is not responsive at all?! and then poor TY is about to do CPR (although yea TY babe maybe you might have wanted to call dr jiang or smth?!!!!) and that’s when shao fei goes: “if you worry about me, then don’t let me die”

FIRSTLY - SHITTY JOKE BECAUSE TY WAS ABOUT TO CRY HE WAS SNIFFLING ALR SHAO FEI!!!

SECONDLY - TY YOU SHOT HIM, SO OKAY, FINE, SF IS ENTITLED TO A JOKE OR TWO

omg it’s so tender and sweet the way SF grabs TY to sit down and then leaning his cheek against his shoulder and trying to convince ty that killing ah zhi is a bad idea you know?

and then ty stands up, walks away dramatically, and then promises sf that he’ll hand He hand and ah zhi over to the police

AND THAT’S WHY SF IS SO TOUCHED AND THEN HE JUST MOVES FOR THE KISS BECAUSE HE IS SO THANKFUL AND HE LOVES TY

and then OMFUCKINGGOD - HANDCUFFS + KISS IS A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN I LOVE THE WAY HE JUST, HE JUST-

TY LITERALLY JUST BROUGHT HIM CLOSER

SEXY!!!! YOU GO TANG YI

and then if you’ve seen my gifs alr, zz cockblocks them and turns up and goes: “i gotta take him”

ahahahah and then cue to emo team 3 scene and I FEEL YOU YU QI I FEEL YOU she’s like a metaphor for the fandom right now: anw zhao zi, jun wei and yu qi are there and they’re all drinking and yu qi is literally just sobbing about how the team is only left with them, and zz and yq are angry at chief and ah zhi for being corrupt basically

zz drinks and drinks (jun wei, responsible member of the party), and then he is a bit tipsy and walks home, and then he comes to this stairs area where jack is waiting (JACK DO YOU GOT SOME GPS ON ZZ?!) and jack looks at him carefully and goes: “you’ve been drinking? you’re not happy?”

poor zz is all: “of course not! i’m happy. i found out that when ppl have motives, they actually have another face, a facade - just based on this, i should celebrate, no?” /CUE MY HEART BREAKING

so zz is saying that he became a policemen because he wanted to do good things, to protect people, but look at chief and ah zhi?!

and then they kinda sit down on the stairs, and jack says: “i’m here to tell you that i have to go” and then that’s when zz says all those words that we heard in the trailer? (so i think they overlayed this angsty dialogue with the footage from tmr where zz shrugs off jack’s hand on him as they go home)

and zz is all why do you all have to go? everyone is leaving me - grandma, chief, ah zhi, and now you? and then he’s totally tearing up and OMG MY SMOL BEAN?!!!! - yeah he’s all that and then jack asks: “if you tell me not to go, i’ll stay for you”

OMGAHHH?!!!

so zz says: “don’t go”

AND THEN THEY KISS?!!!! AND THEN THEY KISS AND HUG AND CARESS AND WE END OFF THE SCENE WITH ZZ curling up against jack’s shoulder I LOVE IT!!!!

next scene is police chief - okay can i pls say that, for someone who’s actually a criminal albeit treated with some leniency because he owned up to his crimes, THAT IS A FUCKING NICE PRISONER’S ROOM?!!! like wow, taiwan police system, amazing

anw shao fei turns up IN THE FUCKING DAPPER SUIT?!!! altho i would prefer him in a single coloured suit, he should leave those lines and patterns to TY, also WHERE IS MY TY DROOLING OVER SF IN A SUIT SCENE?!! WHERE?! WHY DID U ROB ME OF THAT?!!!!

also that bow tie is damn fucking big is it just me

anw so xiao ya got married, and SF took a long video for chief to see, and chief is crying and everything (okay srsly if i knew my dad was a criminal and everything and was about to see jail time i would have cancelled the wedding because NOOOO DAD!!! but that’s just me) - also xiao ya and shao fei sibling-ish moments?!!! WHERE ARE THESE?!

anw sf and chief have a heart to heart talk, and that’s when chief says: “ah fei, actually, i hated you.”

CUE SF’S DISTRAUGHT FACE>?!!!!

and chief explains that it’s because he was so persistent, when everyone had dropped it he insisted on going after tang yi and then shao fei says: “but lao da, you didn’t stop me either”

lao da: “yeah, i didn’t”

sf: “and that’s because, even though you chose to be a father to xiao ya with your decision, you didn’t give up being a policeman, even with what you did. that’s why you didn’t stop me”

and awwww chief cries and sf sits next to him and they just comfort each other I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT!!!

(although guys, srsly, what is with this long time skips? what’s going on? what day is it? what time is it?!!!)

next scene back at the police station, the rest of team 3 are clearing up ah zhi and chief’s stuff, and they all look miserable as fuck, and then GOOD AND SUPPORTIVE GIRL YU QI asks sf about how tang yi is, and here we find out tang yi is under house arrest pending the investigation results. yu qi asks, what if he goes to jail?

sf looks so sad at that but he says: “i’ll wait for him”

and then zz runs in and asks everyone if they’ve heard of the new hire, for the captain position? AND ISTG I THINK THIS MAY BE JACK?!!!!

next scene, our boy sf is meeting up upstanding citizen, recently turned dad CWH, and wow the sunlight on them, the lack of a shady setting and hair all styled nicely does a lot of things for a person HAHAHAHAHA - SF carefully calls him ‘uncle’ and then they talk about li zhen, and CWH has only praise for SF, that when everyone had written LZ off as a dirty cop only sf was clearing her name - THE IN LAW IS IMPRESSED GUYS!!! and then they get to talking about tang yi, and CWH is all self-pitying and dejected: “i just found my son but... i guess he and i, we can’t ever have a proper father and son relationship, can we?”

AWWWWW and this is when THERAPIST!SHAOFEI comes in, istg he’s been comforting everyone and solving everyone’s problems, amazing - he says something along the lines of: “ty needs a lot of love, so don’t give up”

and just from that line alone cwh knows that: “so you... and ty... are..?”

AHAHAHAHAHA IM DYING - and then SF gets all determined and says: “yeah we’re together”

cwh: LAUGHS “i’ve got no place to say anything, thank you for being by his side” - WOOHOOOOO CWH APPROVES OF HIS DAUGHTER-IN-LAW AMAZING

and then they fucking hug

oh god, this is one of the best hugs of the damn show

i swear to god, the best hug goes to cwh-sf, can you frickin imagine?!!!!! the tight, comforting hug?!!! do you know that?! that’s all i ever wanted from my CPs?!!!! but no we get it between father in law and son in law WHY!!! i mean it was really great i loved it but GOOD HUGS ARE SOMETIMES BETTER THAN SEX

BACK TO OMELETTE SCENE - so obviously even tho ty is under house arrest, sf has free pass to go in and out of the house, and they’re so sweet with one another

ty: “why did you go and bother with that old man?!”

and sf is all trying to mend the relationship between them, to remind ty that it’s okay to take ur time, but you’ve got a second chance (or third, actually), so you may regret it if you miss this opp. - and tang yi considers this, then changes the subject over food AS ALWAYS

the “I LOVE YOU” part comes up (pls see gifs) - and they’re all so sweet with each other?!!!! and just as sf is about to go in for more, ty is like “hey, don’t mess around, we gotta do our omelettes first” AND SHAO FEI HONESTLY JUST POUTS!!!! I FEEL YA SF

and okay is it just me or do the omelettes look not so nice - the right side one especially AAHAHAHAHAHA and they banter over putting the ‘dead face’ on the omelette and sf is all: “i’ve taught you so many times!!! there must be a smile!!! why did you put that?!!” AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER

and then we get the next scene, OKAY SO THIS IS THE PART WHERE I WAS LIKE WTF WRITERS DID U GUYS REALLY GO THERE?!!!

FIRSTLY, THEY BLURRED THE COMIC ZZ IS READING ON HIS BED

SECONDLY, HIS HAND ACTION? ARE U KIDDING ME?

SO HE’S BASICALLY READING WEIRD STUFF AND LIKE jerking himself off?!!!!!!!! like okay writers, we could have done without this scene, srsly, i mean either you do it entirely OR YOU DONT - IN THIS CASE I PREFERRED - DON’T!!!!!

EDIT: OKAY SO HE WASN’T - went back to look at the shot after and yes i was blind - but they really were setting it up for that!!! come on so suggestive that under blanket hand movement?!!!! i’m glad it wasn’t but OMG MY EYES for a moment i wanted to die but our zz is pure and he wasn’t touching anything weird sorry guys bad eyesight

then jack turns up at his house with a bag (that LOOKS DAMN LIGHT?! JACK WTF WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES DID U TURN UP WITH AN EMPTY BAG?!)

so jack basically moves himself in - amazing

OHANA GUYS OHANA MEANS NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND!!!!

and they kiss, and jack bend zz backwards on the table (hygiene, but then again, jack will clean up anyway)

QUESTIONS:

would have love to find out more about LZ and TGD and wtf was going on properly - it’s hinted at but LOOPHOLES GALORE

ALL THE SCENES I WANTED ARE OUT - WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENIGN TMR?!

omg today was 35 min, and i fricking pray that tmr at least will be 15-20 min LIKE IF U END IT IN 5 MINUTES, we’re all gonna die, then i prefer if we’ve shifted scenes from today to tomorrow

although i have some hope because they’ve got to resolve still, jack and zz, and then ty’s ‘sentence’ if there is, and then grave scene and then the sex scenes if we do get them as promised, idc if we get them or not AS LONG AS WE GET AT LEAST 15-20 MIN WORTH OF CONTENT TOMORROW!!

#history 3: 圈套 #history3圈套 #history 3: trapped #history3: trap #history3 spoilers #spoilers #summary #SECOND LAST ONE EVER GUYS #IM DISTRAUGHT MYSELF

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kinkymagnus · 6 years ago

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tagged by @iactlikegarfieldonamonday sorry i took forever lmao

20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern.

im doing the first three lines or so, and like... okay so i have like 5 fics actually published so imma give y’all a little sneak peek into 15 of the prompts that i have written ;)

1. mercy (here)

Magnus trembled in his arms, moaning as Alec slid a little deeper into him.

The angle was perfect—Magnus was sat on top of him, grinding his hips down so that Alec’s cock went deep into him.

Magnus still wasn’t ready to submit fully in bed—lately, his life had been so out of control, and then with the loss of his magic, he had felt completely powerless. But this… this was the perfect amount.

2. pose (here)

Alec was having a great day.

Really! He was.

He and Magnus had a nice dinner planned tonight, so he was looking forward to that. They'd had some amazing sex before even getting out of bed, leaving him in a relaxed and good mood all day.

3. sitting on the throne (here)

It was quite a sight.

The throne room was closed: it was a large, grand room, and thankfully soundproof.

They were alone, but Magnus felt exposed and watched: it was spacious and there were many shadows to hide in.

It felt like anyone could be watching.

Alec, his personal servant, sat sprawled lazily on the prince's throne.

Magnus sat on his cock.

4. goldenrod (here)

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Alec says lowly, raggedly, his voice breathless and rough with want.

Magnus moaned softly as Alec bit down gently on his neck, nipping and kissing at his skin.

Alec had always had a fondness for marking Magnus up, leaving hickeys all over Magnus’s body (but especially his neck. and his thighs. and his collarbone. and his chest. fuck it, yeah, his whole body).

5. playing with toys (here)

Magnus was dangling between pleasure and pain. The feeling was intense and wonderful, leaving him shivering on the bed.

He was squirming against his tight bonds, wrists pulling helplessly at the silk ties holding him in place. The silk ropes were enchanted to hold back his magic so he was left completely helpless under Alec.

Every part of his body was tingling and burning with pleasure.

OKAY SO THE REST OF THESE ARE JUST. LITTLE TEASERS AT SOME PROMPTS I HAVE PARTIALLY WRITTEN.

none of them have official titles and these are all subject to possible change so. just take them as a teaser for some of the stuff in the works.

(this isn’t a guarantee these will be posted, though, unfortunately. also, there are several that i have docs full of ideas and brainstorming on, but aren’t like, concrete with lines, so they’re not included.

for example, the daddy kink oneshot--i have several pages of ideas and blurbs but no “first lines”. so if your prompt isn’t on here (although it’s probably hard to tell) or if there’s something you asked me about or whatever and you don’t see it, it’s still on my drive, just not here. sorry!)

6. “The TWI AU Where Alec Just Uses Cheesy Pickup Lines Nonstop”

“There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Magnus said, huffing a slight laugh.

“Why thank you,” came the reply. “You know how they say the skin is the biggest organ in the human body? Well, not in my case.”

Magnus couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, although he ruthlessly suppressed it behind his fist. “Do you really think these cheesy pick-up lines are going to work?” he asked, lowering his hand once there was no trace of the smile on his face.

He only got a shrug in response. “You seem to have a good sense of humor. Besides, I like that in a man. You know what I also like in a man?”

“Your dick?”

“Got it in one.” he winked.

7. “Angry Sex All Over the Apartment But They Love Each Other So Much”

Magnus and Alec had been a little tense for a few weeks now.

It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, but their conflicting schedules were taking their toll, and it was only getting worse.

Alec was always busy and rarely seemed to be home, off on missions and doing paperwork at his office.

Magnus was similarly busy with clients and spells and potionmaking.

They both were running out of patience, always just missing each other, only having the time to trade quick kisses or the occasional fast and dirty fuck in the shower.

And as they saw each other less and less, they each grew more and more antsy. They fought, even over little things.

They still love each other—indeed, more than anything—but there were moments where it was all too much.

It all came to a head on Saturday.

8. “The Mpreg One With A Side of Breeding Kink ;)”

Magnus felt a pressure on his asshole, teasing.

He was on all fours, swollen belly hanging down low, his hole loose and wet. Copious amounts of cum and slick spilled down his thighs.

And his alpha was getting ready to fuck him again.

9. “That Sweet, Sweet Overstimulation”

Magnus was completely fucked-out, mind-blown and dazed with pleasure. His gorgeous golden eyes were hazy and unfocused, his pink lips parted.

His whole body was flushed and trembling with pleasure, his cock (which was painfully hard and had a ring wrapped around the base) twitching on his stomach.

Alec’s hands were tightly gripping his hips, anchoring him in place. Magnus—despite his trembling and squirming—couldn’t move, trapped in place.

10. “The Waaaay Too Long One Wherein Three Alecs (Consensually and Lovingly) Gangbang Magnus”

“…Are you sure about this?” One of the Alecs asked, voice low and soft, looking down at him with concern and fondness in his eyes.

“I’m sure,” Magnus said firmly, knowing that the other two were listening, too. He wanted them to know that he wanted this, too. Honestly, three Alecs was like some sort of wet dream come true.

It had been an odd mishap, to say the least, splitting Alec in three. Well, splitting wasn’t quite the right term—they were all wholly Alec, but diverged. They would all merge back into one in a day or so, memories intact, but for now they were like three separate people. Three of the same person, but separate nevertheless.

And they were all Alec Lightwood, Magnus’s loving boyfriend.

Really, they had a day to kill, and Magnus was outnumbered three to one. What else were they going to do?

11. “The Way Too Indulgent Omega!Magnus AU That’s More Angst Than Smut and Involves Time Travel, of All Things”

Magnus stared into the crystal ball, swallowing hard.

The heavy scent of incense was clogging his nostrils, making his head swim.

"Do not look away," the fortune teller said somewhere behind him. "Do not close your eyes."

Magnus did as he was told, staring as intensely as he could. Even as his eyes burned, he didn't falter.

His vision began to waver, black spots crawling from the corners of his line of sight.

The crystal ball seemed to grow hotter, brighter, and Magnus swore he smelt burning---

The black spots crowded his vision and completely overtook him.

His head was pounding and he couldn't see and--

he fell back, sightless eyes rolling into his skull.

His fuzzy mind was buzzing with panic, and he vaguely felt himself flinch as he prepared to hit the cold, hard ground.

But instead, he landed onto something soft and warm, and then finally he blacked out completely.

12. “The First Prompt I Ever Got, I’m So Sorry It’s Not Done Yet @cinta-bane”

Magnus was flat on his back, whole body pressed to the golden sheets.

Alec was on top of him, warm weight pinning him down, leaving open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck. He paid special attention to the marks he’d already left, kissing and licking at the mouth-shaped bruises littering the sides of his throat.

Magnus could feel his boyfriend’s warm breath, feel the way his skin tingled under Alec’s touch.

13. “The Trippy Dream Sex One That Has Way Too Much Plot”

Magnus didn't know how it started, or when.

He just knew he was lying on something soft, and he felt warm, and he knew he was safe.

Someone was with him.

Magnus felt hands trailing up his sides. Warm, large palms, stroking him gently. Soft lips made their way up his neck.

He still didn't open his eyes.

He could smell Alec's aftershave. He could feel his warm weight.

Magnus wanted this to be real.

"Do you want this?" Alec asked. His voice was low and breathless.

"Yes," Magnus breathed. "God, yes. Please."

14. “Magnus Gets Fucked By a Bunch of Dudes in a Club While Alec Watches (And Helps!)”

Magnus had done a lot of things in his long life, especially in the realm of exploring his sex life.

But this… this was admittedly a new one.

He knew that he was in no danger, that he was in for nothing but a night of extreme pleasure and hedonism. But there was a still slight anxiety tingling across his skin, his breath caught in his throat.

He was currently stark naked and cuffed to a stand. He was bent over, comfortably cushioned by the stand, arms tied in front of him and ass in the air and exposed.

15. “A Continuation of Prince Magnus and Servant Alec in Which I Combine a Cum Kink Prompt and my Deep Need for Alec to Fuck Magnus Doggy Style”

Magnus looked fucking beautiful.

On his hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs dripping with cum and littered with hickeys.

The crown prince, trembling and pretty for him, ass all nice and ready to use.

16. “More Prince Magnus/Servant Alec, with Plot This Time! Say Hello to Lingerie, Tournament Fights, Arranged Marriage, and Angst.”

Magnus had never felt so relaxed, curled in Alec’s arms, head resting on his chest and snuggling happily into his embrace.

Alec had just thoroughly ravished him—he was well and truly debauched, despite the surprising lack of anything particularly “kinky”—and Magnus was just… content.

There was a sharp rap of knuckles against his door—Magnus would know that knock anywhere.

His eyes snapped open. “Shit,” he hissed, sitting up. “Alexander, wake up.”

17. “In Which Omega!Magnus Has Never Been Knotted Before and He’s Very Nervous About It. It Actually Gets Good During the Lightly Angsty Smut”

Magnus lay on his stomach on the bed, trembling, completely naked and vulnerable.

“You’re shaking,” Alec said gently.

“I’m sorry,” Magnus said, biting his lip.

“Are you sure about this?” Alec asked.

“Y-yes, completely. I just… I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”

18. “Yet Another Angsty Omega!Magnus AU Because That’s Just My Jam, Guys.”

Magnus had been on the receiving end of a rut before, and he wasn’t eager to do it again.

But his boyfriend—the first alpha he’d dated since… in a while—was due.

And Magnus wasn’t sure he was going to be able to bear it—his sweet, considerate, wonderful, and gentle mate… becoming rough and violent and cruel, uncaring, completely focused on getting what he wanted, what he needed from Magnus.

He knew, of course, that under normal circumstances Alec would never, ever hurt him.

But he’d witnessed firsthand what ruts did to alphas.

19. “Office Sex with Spanking and Oops They Get Caught”

Magnus moaned as Alec’s angle changed, his hips pumping even faster, balls slapping against his ass.

“A-ahh..aah… harder…”

The words were out before he could stop them, just springing from his lips. He couldn’t help it, the burn was so good and he felt so full…

Alec’s grip on his hips tightened and he thrust roughly into Magnus, then slowed his pace. After a few thrusts, he’d stopped.

“What did I say about speaking?”

“N-not to,” Magnus whimpered. “A-ah… please…”

20. “My Super Self Indulgent Monster AU, Wherein Werecat Magnus and Sea Monster Alec Netflix and Chill. (Yes, This is An Excuse for Alec to Fuck “Catboy” Magnus with Tentacles. But Catboy is a Weird Term, Okay?)”

Magnus hadn’t exactly expected this end to the night, but he certainly wasn’t fucking complaining.

The movie was still playing in the background—Magnus could hardly remember what it was through the haze of oh my god Alec is gonna fuck me and he has fucking tentacles what the fuck—

Admittedly, he’d known Alec was like him—a “monster” as they affectionately called each other, a supernatural being—but he would never have guessed sea monster.

He felt a tentacle slip under his pants, curling around his thighs, and his ears flattened against his skull as the one already curled around his cock squeezed him and stroked upwards.

Magnus’s thighs were spread wide, one leg practically hooked over the back of the couch, and he was pretty sure Alec was about to rip off his pants.

EDIT: FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE LMAO

I TAG: UHHH @tenderalec @enkelimagnus and i just know i’m forgetting a bunch of people so like, anyone who wants to do this????? sorry im tired slkgdflkg

#malec #malec smut #my writing #tag game

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folkloreguk · 6 years ago

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Pretend PART 1(optional bias)

summary: your best friend asks you to be his fake girlfriend for a night, neither of you realize you’re both crushing on each other until...

genre: fluff, kinda suggestive / mentions of sex??

A/N: this was supposed to be smut but then it was so long and I kinda kept it PG (which is wild bc I write way too much smut lmao)

PART 2 (M)

[masterlist in my description!]

With one quick motion you turned off the small lamp on your bedside table, turned around in bed and instantly pulled the blanket up to your chin. He can't have been far away from you, because you felt his hair tickle your forehead and his soft breath on your cheek. The way the mattress sunk beneath both of your weights made you move even closer to him, his hand coming to rest on your hip, softly circling his fingers. This was not abnormal nor awkward for the both of you though. Ever since he had let you sleep at his place once, (you had forgotten your house keys at home and didn't want to wake your parents) and ended up cuddling with him, this occasion had kept repeating itself until you found yourself sleeping next to each other more often than on your own. Of course he was handsome, and there wasn't one day where the two of you didn't flirt playfully or brush hands randomly, but you liked things the way they were, without complications and confusions. Just really good friends.

“Are you coming to our party tomorrow?” he softly whispered, even though there was no one he could have wakened. By our, he meant his friends and his party.

“Maybe,” you replied, using the same gentle voice. “I should really catch up on studying.”

“You have to come,” he spoke back, taking you by surprise when his voice became louder, “Please.”

Although you couldn't see his face, you knew he was giving you the pout he always did when he was asking for a favor.

“Why is this so important to you?” you questioned. He sighed in response.

“Do you remember Nancy?” he asked.

“Nancy from chemistry class?”

“Nancy who I let copy homework from me once and now she thinks we have a thing going,” he complained, making me laugh quietly.

“This is serious, Y/N! She keeps talking to me. I really don't wanna go out with her, and you know she always smells like cheese? And not the good kind,” he went on.

“So what? Tell her you have a girlfriend,” you suggested.

“I did! And you know what she said? 'She doesn't need to find out',” he spoke. You were lost for words for a couple seconds, but then your attention diverted to the way he sucked in air, as if he was trying to say something.

“What is it?” you asked quietly, running your hand over his arm under the blanket.

“Would you…be my girlfriend? I mean! Would you, you know, act like you are my girlfriend? So, like, just for a night,” he let out like a waterfall, making you chuckle again. You let his words sink in for a moment, thinking about the idea.

“You want me to act like I'm your girlfriend?” you repeated, “So, we'd have to act like a couple?”

“I guess so…but it's not like we're not doing that already anyway. Isn't that what your friend always says?” he explained. He was right, you knew that much. Yet you weren't sure what to answer. While you usually enjoyed his attention, you didn't know if you could help him in this way. Truth was, there had been so many times you had looked at his lips and noticed how terribly kissable they were. And at times you enjoyed it a little too much whenever his hands touched you, even if just in an innocent way. What would this do to your attraction towards him?

“Y/N?” he asked impatiently, “Please, it's just for a couple hours, I promise. Am I really that bad?”

At the last bit he lowered his voice and ran his hand up your hip to your waist teasingly. Nothing new, but taking away your breath in the blink of an eye.

“Okay, I'll help you,” you said, before you could think this through fully. You couldn't say no to your best friend.

“Thank you so much,” he mumbled while you could hear him rubbing his eyes in fatigue and turn around, his back facing you. “You're the best. Cuddle me?”

Grinning, you scooted over a bit and snaked your arm around his frame, nuzzling your face into the soft material of his shirt, his familiar smell slowly calming you into a deep sleep.

~ the following night at the party ~

Slowly you made your way through the hallway of his friends' house, stopping here and there to greet a familiar face. Before you had even entered the kitchen you spotted him, leaning against the counter, a cup in his hand. Next you witnessed a loudly laughing Nancy approaching the room, making you panic for a second. Without further over-thinking you strut towards your best friend and wrapped your arms around his waist. At first he looked slightly taken by surprise, until he understood and grinned down at you happily.

“Oh hi Nancy, this is Y/N, my girlfriend,” he quickly said, making sure to emphasize the word 'girlfriend'. Awkwardly you waved at her, making her return the gesture before she suddenly hurried to get away from you two. Trying to talk over the music that had gotten louder all of a sudden, he lowered his head to your ear, where you could feel his breath on your skin.

“Thank you, again,” he half-shouted. When he noticed how you shivered beneath his breath, he chuckled and ran his fingers along your jaw line. Your breath got stuck in your throat for a moment as you locked gaze with his.

~Later~

After two hours, a lot more arriving guests, a couple more drinks and more flirting, you found yourself sitting on his lap on the couch. In the living room, a small crowd had formed, watching two more than drunk boys play a video game. The noise of the game sounded small compared to the blasting music in the entire house.

“This is boring, you keep loosing!” a guy shouted at one of the players, the people around them erupting in laughter. Instantly, they started arguing playfully, the losing guy being especially dramatic due to his drunkenness. Your best friend's hands lay on your thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder as you diverted your gaze to your right where a girl was trying to speak to you. Excitedly you wiggled around to her, quickly exchanging a few words until someone else called the girl's name and your eyes fixed back on the TV screen. The players had changed and a new game was starting.

“Please stop moving,” your best friend mumbled into your ear, his hands gripping your flesh demandingly. Jokingly you lifted your eyebrows.

“You don't like it?” you messed with him, grinning. All he did was huff and return your grin, saying a quick “Shut up”, which made you laugh even more. You only had a small amount of alcohol, and he wasn't too big on drinking either, but there was something about the atmosphere at the party. It was late at night, the music was loud and everyone was in a good mood. All of it made you feel cheerful and light, combined with your role for the evening, which put you in an even flirtier mood than usually.

While the crowd rooted for the boys playing the video game, you decided to tease your best friend some more. You moved your ass a little, turning to him as an excuse. Instantly he shot you a death glare, and you laughed, but you realized he was being serious. His hands held your sides, keeping you from moving any more. In response, you chuckled at him as if saying “alright, I give up”.

“You're even worse than him!” another guy yelled in response of the new player losing. “This sucks!”

“Let's play something else, then!” another guy shouted into the mess of voices. A girl tuned in, and the debate became even louder and less controlled. Your best friend and you looked at each other, slightly amused. Frankly, you didn't care what you were doing, as long as you were with him, you had fun.

“Let's play truth or dare!” someone's voice reached above the others' for a moment. A mix of reactions erupted, but the general mood seemed to be positive. You were hoping you wouldn't get your turn, but were kind of excited to be entertained by the drunk people around you. So it was decided.

And it was far more entertaining than you had even anticipated. You witnessed a guy giving his guy friend a lap dance, were second-hand embarrassed by a girl telling a story and watched as a boy failed to drink beer whilst doing a handstand. Some guy talked about some crazy sex-story and one of your friends who hated mustard, ate a gigantic spoon full and then almost threw up.

Next, it was Nancy's turn. She had been standing on the opposite of the circle you were in, now and then shooting you a look, but you couldn't quite figure out what was going through her mind. She picked dare, and waited for the girl next to her to come up with something. They were clearly friends, sharing grins and lifting their eyebrows at each other. When the girl suddenly turned her head to look at you, you knew instantly it meant trouble. Actually, she hadn't been looking at you, but at no other than your best-fake-boyfriend.

“Nancy, kiss H/N!” she announced. Your breath froze for a moment. When you moved your head, he was already looking at you. But neither of you knew what to say. Luckily, his friends, who were in on your “plan”, had your back.

“What the hell? He has a girlfriend and she's right here!” one of his friends exclaimed. You were thankful for the sparse lighting of the room, because you were almost sure you blushed terribly. More people began complaining and siding with H/N's friend.

“You're all boring!” Nancy suddenly said, grabbing her friend's arm and dragging her away from the group. No one made an attempt to stop her.

“I have a much better idea!” shouted a drunk guy. “You two, play too hot.”

Because you weren't used to and neither planning on kissing H/N tonight, it took you a solid five seconds to realize the guy had been talking to you. Oh no, you thought. There was probably no way out of this one. Everyone seemed thrilled with the idea, which only made it worse. Suddenly shy, you looked at your best friend.

“We don't have to do this,” he said, so quietly only you could hear.

“Do you have an excuse not to? Because I think they wouldn't be too happy,” you replied, looking around. One of your friends gave you a grin and then laughed at you. She had always told you to date H/N instead of being just friends. Great for her, you thought. As the seconds passed, you came to terms with the situation. You turned so you were sitting sideways on his lap, gently taking his hands and pushing them behind his back. Then, you pulled your own hands away. Frantically, you tried to imagine you weren't surrounded by other people.

The way he stared at your lips was weirdly familiar. Only usually nothing more would happen. This time, you closed your eyes and didn't pull away or laugh it off. When your lips touched his, you suddenly understood the talk about butterflies and fireworks in your belly. This was so unplanned. But why did it feel so right? For a moment you pulled away and blinked. His look spoke a thousand words. But there was no time for talking. Another time your mouths met, this time with more need. His tongue touching yours for a moment made you lose your breath and completely forget about the world around you. He tasted of coke and smelled just as familiar as he always did. A random song was playing in the background. You knew you'd remember it forever.

Just as you felt your hands loosen at your back and fall to your sides, he cupped your cheeks in his. Loud yells erupted around you, startling you slightly. You thought pulling away would feel awkward. Instead he grinned from one ear to another and you couldn't help but return it. The people around you seemed to have gotten over it very quickly, already choosing the next player. Of course, they thought you were a couple.

You tried your best to act like this was normal for you. He smiled at you and you wished you could talk about what just happened. But then you turned back to the game, knowing it was impossible right now. His arms snaked around your waist from behind and his chin on your shoulder suddenly felt much more intimate than before.

Something inside of you had changed. You felt warm and happy, simply sitting there so close to him. The feeling of his lips on yours was stuck in your head, like a cheesy love song you'd hear on the radio. Since you kissed him you were sure about one thing. You desperately wanted to do it again.

Although all you had on your mind was him, you watched the rest of the game. When a girl had to pretend to be the person next to her, making everyone laugh hysterically, you couldn't help but join in. For a moment you met eyes with H/N. Seeing him laugh made you laugh even more. It was just as familiar as it had always been between you two.

After another fifteen minutes and a few more stupid decisions, everyone seemed to be bored of the game. Some people were walking off to some other part of the house while new ones were joining. You were just getting involved in a conversation with H/N's best friend, as another of his friends came running into the room, very excited and even more drunk.

“Let's play hide and seek!” he shouted. You were already beginning to laugh, but you had underestimated the motivation of a bunch of drunk people. In similar cheerfulness they agreed. One guy in the corner was jumping up and down like a small child, and you hoped he'd stop before he threw up.

“Are you kidding me?” your best friend asked, laughing at them.

“You know what? Why not,” you suddenly decided, getting up. “Let's hide together.”

At first he laughed even more, but at the thought of your idea he seemed to change his mind. One of the less drunk guys was chosen to be the seeker, and you were glad, because at least he was going to remember who to look for. He turned to a wall and began counting. Without a second thought, you linked your hand with your best friend's and pulled him after you. Laughing, you stumbled through a hallway full of people, towards the staircase. While climbing the steps, you turned your head for a second, locking eyes with H/N. He smiled at you and your stomach flipped in happiness. You turned around the corner, slightly panicking and not knowing where to go. But he had an idea.

“My wardrobe!” he exclaimed, pulling you after him into his own room. A flash of memories hit you when he opened his wardrobe and shoved the clothes to the side a little. Both of you just about fit inside, if you stood really close. Quickly, he closed the door behind you. You weren't touching, but you were almost sure you could feel his body heat right in front of you. It smelled like detergent and H/N.

“Do you remember that one time we played hide and seek, when we were little?” you asked quietly. “You know, when I hid in here and you didn't find me for half an hour?”

He laughed almost soundlessly. Through a small gap in the door fell a tiny bit of light and you could see his grin as he nodded.

“That's why I thought of this hiding place,” he admitted. You chuckled a little. For a couple seconds it was completely quiet. But it was a comfortable silence. Somewhere in the back of your mind you searched for words, but you didn't know how to start.

“Do you think we convinced Nancy?” he asked. You were pretty sure he didn't know what to say either, because his question had been pretty unnecessary. Of course you did. You had probably even convinced the people who had been in on the plan, by now. You knew that he knew that, but you were glad he had at least started the conversation.

“I'm sure she'll be bitter for the rest of her life,” you joked.

“She's probably already moved on to the next guy,” he said, making you laugh.

“Either way, it was worth it,” you said. He thought for a moment.

“You're saying even if we hadn't convinced her, it would have been worth it?” he asked. It was a simple question, yet you were nervous to answer.

“Yeah, it was worth it, this was worth it,” you said.

“This?” he asked. Softly, his hands touched yours, thumbs stroking over your skin.

“This.” you said, lifting your hands to his cheeks as his went to your waist. Then, you kissed him again. It felt different, better, now that you were alone. Now that his hands were on your body, pulling you closer while your fingers tangled in his hair and you opened your mouth to let him in. A heavy breath left his lips and his chest felt warm against yours. Your tongues moved against each other, while you pressed yourself tighter against him, barely allowing yourself to breathe. It was like a wave of sudden greed for each other. After all these years of flirting and nothing else, you both finally admitted to each other what your friends had been saying all along.

When you both pulled away for breath, your chest heaved against his, not moving away from him. In the darkness you could only make out his features, but you noticed him smiling at you while he held you.

“I've wanted to do that for so long,” he finally admitted.

“Yeah? I won't mind you doing it again in the future,” you replied, grinning back at him. Neither of you said more. You didn't need to know what you were now, you didn't need to define your relationship. Both of you knew where this was going.

Suddenly, the wardrobe door was opened quickly. You let out a small scream of surprise, as you stared at the boy who was supposed to find you.

“Got you!” he yelled – he sounded more drunk than he was when the game began, making you wonder how long you had been hiding for. The two of you exited the wardrobe, following into the hallway. H/N grabbed your hand. And this time, you didn't hesitate. This time, you didn't pretend.

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House MD season 2

30 second episode recaps from someone whos just watched em for the first time and has bad recall

Ep1: they gotta cure the death row dude so he can go back to death row to b killed, cameron is Bad at telling ppl they're dying, house n Wilson had lunch with the coma guy, they cured death row man, also they changed the theme and I hate it Ep2: House has hayfever lmao, this cancer girl with hallucinations is honestly just the coolest she's so positive I love her, shes nine and got chase to kiss her hero,, house an Wilson have a shared balcony amazing, Wilson is so good and pure and is amazing at his job holy shit I love this man. House actually 'temporarily killed' the patient to cure her and made people run drills on a dead man. House is 400% going to buy a motorbike Ep3: i prayed for Cuddy's handyman to fall off her roof past the window and then god answered my prayers and he did, house broke into Cuddy's house mainly to look at her underwear lbr and then won the 'can we chop off his arm' argument, house secretly speaks spanish and waited for the most dramatic moment to reveal this, they gate crashed a cock fight (ayy) and saved the patient Ep4: the patient is a doctor with an ego ((according to house lmao pot, kettle)) who wanted to sit in on the diagnostic process and honestly is actually full of himself,, house puts him on a tippy table and cranks it up, foreman made a patient cry except he was pretending to be house lmao house got in shit,, Cameron needs to stop please, can the patient get his head out his arse please. house gatecrashes the press conference that the patient called and managed to put him into cardiac arrest on live television and eventually cured him of everything cept bein a knob Ep5: Wilson's handwriting is such doctor handwriting and house definitely bought a motorbike and made Wilson pay for it he's so pleased with himself. The kid keeps getting electrocuted but like,, by his own body. House is avoiding his parents but Cameron n Wilson aren't letting him get away with it. I love house n Wilson's friendship so much it's worth 5k apparently lmao. These patients are fukin serial liars jc why are ppl like this, it was rADIATION wow houses dad is a fucking DICK. There were so many good interactions and the house/wilson ship is sailing Ep6: there was a cyclist who took a LOT of drugs which turned out to be curing him of the thing he had, house is a douchebag but we all knew that - he may b a dick to mark but m sure mark deserves it n I love him anyway. Wilson remains a sweet boy even if he cheats idgaf he's adorable look at him ((wilson: i net someone who made me feel funny, me: was it hOUSE)),, he n house are balcony buddies and house shud stop stealing his food, and he should definitely stop digging thru stacys life but actually fuck it why not he's not gunna let go of this why is she so pissy i wanna know Ep7: I love houses new pet rat Steve McQueen,, Wilson is 4000% done with houses Stacy related antics which is fair tbh he should stop but I actually don't give much of a shit about Stacy I've taken against her....he did deserve what she said after reading her file tho. The patient may have given Cameron aids and Cameron got high and slept with Chase, who she may have given aids lmao these ppl r messes but not as much of a mess as that father/son relationship jc...i dont remember anything else about the patient whoops Ep8: chase is being suuuueeeeddd and he keeps lying about why lmao,, house fuckin reamed him one which was probably called for but maybe not like that, turns out chase screwed up cus his dad died and foreman is houses boss ((supervisor)) now how well do u think that's gunna work (((not very))) Stacy's still a bitch and has ~~feelings~~ Ep9: foreman is in charge and house is doing his utmost best to be the dick of the year and it's fucking hilarious honestly I love this man the shit he pulls jc,,, Wilson is super aware of houses antics as usual and had a mild gay panic when foreman started to question him about house,, the patient was a big ol Faker™ but surprise surprise she was actually sick this time ((house totally injected her with a load of stuff so she’d b readmitted after they’s released her)) Ep10: house solved a case thru the phone alone and spent most of the ep at the airport except for those five minutes when he almost slept with Stacy who once had a terrible experience with curry apparently and called house a vindaloo, nice restraint very well timed phone call thank fuck,,, they will sleep together tho and I am Not Happy about it....the power play amongst the fellows is a boiling pot of trouble - the patient was v interesting I enjoyed the word scramble game Ep12: WHAT A GOOD FUCKIN EP so the patient orgasmed in the white chamber while unconscious and covered in burns but more importantly house gatecrashed the lecture of his old archenemy that he had arranged just so he could disturb it and criticise the dude who got him thrown out of med school for snitchin on his cheating all whilst Wilson told him to get better hobbies (('a hooker anything please')),, to test this dudes migraine meds he gave deliberately himself a migraine and the meds didn't work (unsurprising) so the fellows turned out all the lights while he had a nap under the table,, wilson took a diff approach and deliberately made a Lot of noise because he is a Shit even if he hides it better than house,,,, then house dropped a tab of acid and took a bunch of antidepressants, and cured his migraine as well as the patient Ep13: houses leg was super duper sore but at least we got some fantastic house/wilson interaction when wilson pretended to be God during that MRI, even if house hit him with a cane.... The patient was a teen supermodel who seduced her own father to get whatever she wanted,, house was super sure she had cancer and it turns out she did but it was testicular because she had xy chromosomes and was immune to testosterone - which was really fucking interesting...... Also cuddy played house like a violin and gave him placebo saline instead of a morphine shot to prove to him that his leg pain was psychological Ep14: House is stealing organs now. Ok so technically he did get the husband's permission to steal his newly dead wife’s heart for the dying old dude with a strangely young daughter but only after he kneed house in the balls super hard. House spent the whole ep goin on at wilson about the affair he thought he was having and at the end wilson showed up on houses doorstep but sURPRIse !! It was his wife who was sleeping around!! poor baby Wilson I know what goes around comes around but he's such a kicked puppy cmon Ep15: Wilson and house living together is a recipe for disaster and I'm living for it so good so many good interactions I love that house is gunna keep him for his food ((I'll never b over house hearing the voicemail about Wilson's new place, looking over at him sleeping on the couch and then deleting it so he has to stay)). The patient had a super cool marriage and didn't have lupus except whoops actually not a happy marriage his wife is tryna kill him thru gold poisoning. House needs to stop accosting ppl in bathrooms and should also stop destroying marriages Ep16: oh man good shit so,, first of all house n Wilson are still living together and there are some Domestic Antics happening right here including but not limited to a prank war which house desperately tried to get Wilson to participate in, the peak of which had house making Wilson wet the couch and Wilson sabotaging houses cane. The patients mum was ridiculously overprotective and house essentially kidnapped the patient to find the tick noone else thought was there,, surprisingly Wilson helped set that up despite the fact house was the reason he woke up wet that morning Ep17: first things first house could absolutely clean everyone out at poker if he knows Cuddy's tells that well through just a phonecall,, also he needs to stop calling Wilson out on his toenail varnish habits lmao. The patient was a smol boy who presented the same symptoms as an unsolved and dead case that house had 12 yrs ago so he really wasn't gunna let this one go cus he's like a dog with a bone. They were in formal wear all ep which was a Good Look™ and Wilson's retelling of how he won the poker championship may have been one of the cutest things I have ever seen Ep18: Emma from Glee is here and she has the black plague,, her gf decided to donate her liver n Cameron was all het up cus house had worked out plague girl was gunna leave her and sending the gf in blind would be ~~unethical~~ but turns out she knew and deliberately did that so Emma would stay with her out of guilt lmao. In other news Cameron's pissy cus foreman 'stole' her article and house spent most of the episode napping cus wilson is fuckin up his sleep cycle ;) I'm upset there was no physical wilson Ep19: the most annoying patient so far appears in the form of a 15 yr old faith healer with herpes. I feel like the degree to which unrelenting niceness irritates me rly says something about me but eh oh well. Chase (ofc it was chase) kept a tally on who was winning God or house, faith healer managed to shrink a womans cancer tumour through giving her herpes (((a miracle praise be))) and during poker night house called wilson out on sleeping with said cancer patient and discovered wilson was actually living with her whoops bad Wilson ((he totally regrets his life choices ((he should)))) Ep20: HOLY SHIT ITS A TWOPARTER AND FOREMANS GUNNA DIE !! Ok so,,, there was this cop who couldn't stop laughing till he could but then it got a lot worse and then foreman caught whatever it was which they began to realise when he smirked as house shot a corpse to see what a bullet in a brain would do to an MRI ((spoilers it broke the machine)) anyway long story short it wasnt the pigeons and the cops dead and foreman is gunna die even after that shitdick move he pulled where he stabbed Cameron with a needle so she'd go to the apartment Ep21: HOO BOY OK SO a lot happened so much happened the most important thing is foreman by the end of the ep is mostly kind of ok - he's just a bit muddled on his lefts n rights. During the ep house was stressed the entire time cus even tho he denys it he does love n care for his ducklings,, he even cares enough to deliberately attempt to poison Steve McQueen which didn't work but can be added to the list of stressful events. Cameron grew a spine a lil bit I literally yelled when she berated cuddy and she forced the biopsy cus foreman had the foresight (ayyyyy) to make her his medical proxy even if house managed to find the problem anyway so it was ultimately unnecessary and has just resulted in some possible brain damage Ep22: house keeps trying to pick a fight with foreman and failing because Foreman's all happy go lucky now, the patient was mad because of a thing and killed her baby accidentally on purpose, the music that played during the baby autopsy was super unnecessary and bizzare, and in the end the woman had cancer but she's refusing treatment cus of the baby guilt. Cuddy didn't have cancer, which we know because Wilson ((WILSON NOT HOUSE)) stole her dna and ran secret tests in the middle of the night, but it still wasn't a date Wilson despite what house said about skin lessions she was actually just going to attempt to use u as a sperm donor - have fun at the L-word marathon with house you big sad loser (I love u) Ep23: we meet an old house friend which is Super fun he is ridiculously naive and I love that he calls house g-man holy shit. House is now giving cuddy injections as part of a fertility treatment which is nice of him especially seeing as his leg was in a Lot of pain this ep,, like a LOT...he's self-injecting morphine now which is probably bad :/ house's friend's daughter was the patient at one point she pooped out her mouth gRoSs and house ran a paternity test n told the girl she was actually the dudes daughter ((except he was lYINg in support of his friend)) he does care Ep24: HOUSE GOT SHOT WHAT IS IT WITH THIS TEAM SUFFERING RN JC this was a very fun episode of 'guess when house is hallucinating', spoilers the answer is all the time the whole ep takes place in his head. That aside I absolutely loved the hospital gown/trainer combo (no I won't apologize) and the fact that house did almost none of his physio - instead relegating it to others which is....not how it works. The hallucinatory clinic patient was freaky deaky his eye exploded and so did his dick but dw cus to escape the hallucination house killed him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can u do. At the end house woke up n requested ketamine we'll see how that goes

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