#kit sporting a headache: can you STOP

[valkyrieromanoff]

WRAP ME UP: Dilf! Anakin x f!reader

synopsis: caught up in the Christmas rush, you took charge of buying all the presents to give your boyfriend a well-deserved break. But as the day winds down, you realize you’ve forgotten the most important gift—his. Determined not to let him down, you scramble to come up with a surprise that’s sure to make this Christmas unforgettable.

warning: MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex, pussy eating, dirty talk, implied age difference.

words: 4.1k

a/n: Hello there, hope you’re all having the best Christmas ever! 🥰💖 I whipped up this lil oneshot as a gift just for you, filled with all my love and holiday vibes 🎁✨ Sending hugs, kisses, and festive cheer your way~ mwah! 💕🎄

So why don't we just wrap me up? A little bow and ribbon, best thing you've been given Baby, come and wrap me up I'll be under your tree, hurry up and find me

Christmas always seemed to come with a whirlwind of chaos—the kind that swept through the house like a winter storm. There were decorations to hang, meals to prep, and endless checklists to tick off. Putting the kids to bed at just the right time so you could sneak the already-wrapped presents under the tree was practically an Olympic sport. Not to mention the milk and cookies the little ones had spent the day making; someone had to nibble on those and leave a convincing crumb trail.

Whew. Just listing it all was exhausting.

This year felt even more complicated, though. Add a divorce to the equation, and you had the perfect recipe for a holiday headache. Coordinating a peaceful gathering between your boyfriend’s ex-wife’s family and your own was no small feat. For Anakin, this was the first Christmas since his split from Padmé that would take place at his

He wanted everything to be perfect. Not for himself, but for his 10-year-old twins, Leia and Luke. He had insisted on getting a live pine tree—a massive, fragrant beauty that now stood proudly in the living room. He’d spent hours stringing lights and hanging ornaments, meticulously ensuring no branch was left bare. But let’s be honest, the finer, more delicate touches weren’t exactly Anakin’s forte. That’s where you came in, adding cute little details like hand-painted pinecones and glittery snowflakes.

Despite all his efforts, there was still so much to do. Anakin even took it upon himself to clean out the attic so Padmé and her new partner would have a place to stay—a task you eventually had to step in and stop. Watching your older boyfriend juggling it all—exhausted and overwhelmed—was enough to make your heart ache.

“Babe,” you’d said, placing a hand on his arm as he tried to untangle yet another strand of lights. “Why don’t you let me take care of the gifts? You’ve got enough on your plate.”

Anakin had protested at first, brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “I don’t want you running around and tiring yourself out,” he’d said, his furrowed brow softening slightly at your concern.

But you’d been ready for that. “We already made a list,” you’d assured him with a grin. “Half the stuff is online—I can knock it out without even leaving the couch.”

That had earned a laugh, the kind that made his shoulders relax and his blue eyes light up, even just for a moment. “Sometimes I forget that,” he’d teased, shaking his head.

“You forget a lot of things, old man,” you’d shot back, your tone playful as you nudged him gently.

And so, the task had fallen to you. You’d tackled it with determination, checking off each name on the list like Santa himself. Leia’s little scientist kit, the one she hadn’t stopped talking about after a trip to the mall. Luke’s robotics kit, perfect for building his dream spaceship. For Padmé, you’d chosen an elegant set of rose-scented moisturizers, oils, and bath salts—practical but thoughtful. Even her date wasn’t forgotten; you’d picked out a bottle of wine that struck the perfect balance between classy and casual.

Each gift was wrapped meticulously in festive paper—greens, reds, stripes, and prints of reindeer prancing through snowy fields. Big, shiny bows crowned them all, turning the pile beneath the tree into a picture-perfect scene.

But as you stood back, surveying the neatly wrapped packages, a realization hit you like a snowball to the face. You’d forgotten the most important gift of all. The one for him.

Your heart sank, and the cheerful glow of the tree suddenly felt a little dimmer. How could you have missed it? After everything Anakin had done to make this Christmas special, after the hours he’d poured into creating a magical holiday for everyone, you’d forgotten him.

You spent most of dinner lost in thought, your mind racing to come up with a way to fix your mistake. Buying something online was out of the question—it wouldn’t arrive in time. The stores had surely closed by now, and even if they were miraculously open, you doubted you’d find anything meaningful enough to give him. You could still picture the chaos that had unfolded in stores that morning, people scrambling to grab last-minute gifts. No, it had to be something special, something that mattered.

“Hey, you outdid yourself, baby.”

Anakin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts as his arms wrapped around you from behind. His touch was warm, steady, and so familiar that it sent a wave of comfort through you despite your swirling anxiety.

You sighed, startled by his sudden presence. You hadn’t even heard him approach. “I could barely get Leia to sleep,” he murmured, his breath warm against your neck. “She wouldn’t stop talking about the scientist kit Santa brought her. And Luke?” He chuckled softly, the sound deep and content. “He’s passed out upstairs, hugging his present like it’s a long-lost friend.”

His satisfaction was evident, a proud smile curling his lips as he nuzzled into your neck. The light tickle of his growing stubble sent a shiver down your spine.

“That’s… that’s great,” you murmured, trying to match his warmth, but the weight of your forgotten gift tugged at you like an anchor.

“Baby?” Anakin’s voice softened, his concern breaking through the comfortable silence. He turned you in his arms, his large hands settling on your waist as he studied your face. His blue eyes, stormy yet full of affection, locked onto yours. “What’s going on? You’ve been quiet all evening.”

You hesitated for a moment, the words catching in your throat. Finally, you whispered, “I didn’t get you a present.” You bit your lower lip, the admission laced with guilt and shyness. “I—I forgot.”

Anakin’s reaction wasn’t what you expected. His smile widened, his features softening as he tilted his head. The corners of his eyes crinkled in that way that always made your heart flutter. “Baby,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth, “you’re my present.”

His words caught you off guard, the simplicity of them sending a rush of warmth through you. You stared at him for a moment, your chest tightening with love—and then, suddenly, inspiration struck.

“Oh,” you breathed, a smile spreading across your face as an idea took root. “Just give me a minute. I’ll be right back—I need to take care of something.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow, bemused but curious as he watched your sudden burst of energy. “What are you up to now?”

“You’ll see,” you said with a mischievous grin, your excitement bubbling over as you slipped out of his grasp and hurried toward the stairs. You moved quickly, your steps light yet deliberate as you tried not to wake the children. Whatever guilt you’d been feeling was now replaced by an eagerness to give Anakin a gift he’d never forget.

A few minutes later, with a few fewer clothes, you were ready. Calling out to him softly, you hoped he would like your surprise gift. The door opened, and Anakin's mouth dropped open in awe as he took in the sight before him. You were draped in red lace lingerie that caressed your curves like a lover's touch, hugging you in all the right places. A crimson bow adorned your curls, and satin ribbons were artfully wrapped around your body - a bow around your slender neck, another cinched around your tiny waist, and delicate strands encircling your hips and thighs. You looked like a tantalizing holiday treat, a gift just for him.

Anakin stood there, speechless, his blue eyes drinking you in like a man dying of thirst. A wolfish grin slowly spread across his face as he closed the door behind him with a gentle kick of his foot. "Merry Christmas, baby," he purred, his voice low and husky with desire. "And what a very naughty, very sexy gift you are."

You smiled coyly, tilting your head up to meet his heated gauze. "Merry Christmas," you murmured, your breath hitting as he closed the distance between you. His lips captured yours in a feverish kiss, the taste of rum-spiked eggnog mingling with the intoxicating flavor that was uniquely him. It made your head spin and your knees go weak.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Anakin groaned against your skin as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. His teeth grazed your pulse point, making you shiver and arch into him. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your belly, and it made you ache with want.

His hands roamed your body, mapping out every curve, every dip, every secret place that made you gasp and moan. He palmed your breast through the delicate lace, rolling the hardened nip. Anakin's hands continued their sensual exploration, his fingers dancing across your skin like a symphony of sensation. He cupped your face gently, tilting your head back to claim your lips in another kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, stroking against yours in a tantalizing rhythm that left you breathless and wanting more.

"You're mine," he growled possessively as he broke the kiss, his blue eyes burning into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "All mine, my beautiful Christmas present."

His hands moved lower, skimming over your ribs, your hips, the soft globes of your ass. He gripped your rear, pulling you flush against him, letting you feel how hard he was, how much he wanted you.

"I'm going to unwrap you slowly," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to savor every inch of you, like the rare and precious gift you are."

His fingers found the bow at your neck, and with a gentle tug, the ribbon slipped free, fluttering to the floor. He kissed your collarbone, your shoulder, the swell of your breast as he worked his way down, untying each ribbon, baring more and more of your skin to his hungry gauze.

You trembled under his touch, your body singing with desire, wanting to be touched, claimed, loved by him. Each brush of his lips, each nip of his teeth, each caress of his hands sent sparks of pleasure racing through you, building the heat simmering in your core to a fever pitch.

"Please, Anakin," you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me."

He groaned at his pleading words, his control hanging by a thread. "Patience, baby," he murmured, even as his hands made quick work of your lingerie, tugging it down your legs and leaving you bare, save for the ribbon cinched around your waist and the bow adorning your golden curls. "I thought you were my gift, not the other way around," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Anakin guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, his large, warm hands on your hips steadying you. He knelt before you, his eyes dark with desire as he drank in the sight of your naked body. Slowly, reverently, he leaned forward and took your breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple.

You gasped at the sensation, your back arching to press more of yourself against his eager mouth. He sucked and nibbled, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He lavish attention on your breasts, his hands kneading the soft flesh, his mouth hot and wet against your skin.

Time seemed to blur as he devoted himself to worshiping your breasts, licking and sucking until your chest was flushed and damp with his saliva. Your nipples throbbed with need, craving for more of his touch, more of his attention. Soft, needy moans spilled from your lips, growing louder with each passing moment.

"Shhh, baby," Anakin whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "You don't want to wake the kids, do you?" There was a note of genuine concern in his tone, even as his lips curved into a playful smile. "Can you be quiet for me?"

Nodding eagerly, you bit your lip, determined to stifle your cries of pleasure. Anakin smiled proudly, his eyes shining with adoration. "That's my good girl," he praised, pressing a tender kiss to your belly before trailing his lips lower, down, down, until he reached the ribbon tied around your waist, he undid it with his teeth, letting it gather the pile of clothes on the floor.

Anakin gently spread your legs, his hands firm but gentle on your thighs as he positioned himself between them. He looked up at you with a mischievous grin, his blue eyes dark with desire, before lowering his head and burying his face in your pussy.

His hot breath ghosted over your sensitive folds, sending a shivering through your body. Then, with a low groan of appreciation, he dragged his tongue along your slit, savoring you as if you were a banquet, his first meal in decades.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured against your skin, the vibrations of his voice sending sparks of pleasure racing through you. "I could eat you all day, baby."

He lapped at you hungrily, his tongue delving deep into your wetness, seeking out every hidden crevice. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were squirming beneath him, your hips bucking against his questing mouth.

Anakin moaned in approval, the sound muffled against your flesh. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were, his enthusiasm evident in every lick, every suck, every nibble of his lips. He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, darting flicks of his tongue, keeping you on the edge of ecstasy.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for his oral assault, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours as he held your gaze while he licked you, the intensity of his stare sending your arousal soaring.

"You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with lust. "You like how I eat this pretty pussy?"

You could only whimper in response, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter. Anakin grew in approval, his tongue redoubling his efforts, fucking you with it as he sucked hard on your clit.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low, soothing rum.

"Fuck, baby, I'm, I'm gonna cum" You mumbled, the words getting mixed up and tangled in your mouth, the pleasure he was bringing you making everything else blurry and confused.

Anakin's eyes darkened with hunger as he looked up at you, your words spurring him on. He doubled his efforts, his tongue delving deep into your entrance, fucking you with long, languid strokes. He alternated between plunging his tongue inside you and circling your clit, keeping you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against your skin, his voice muffled but still filled with encouragement. "Cum for me. Let me taste you, feel you coming undone on my tongue."

He sealed his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he thrust two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. Your legs began to shake, your thighs trembling against his head as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

"Fuck, Anakin," you cried out, your voice breaking on a sob of pure bliss. "I'm gonna- I'm cumming!"

Anakin groaned in approval, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh, pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he continued to lap at you, prolonging your pleasure.

You thrashed beneath him, your hands fisting in his hair, holding him in place as you rode out the intense waves of ecstasy. Anakin stayed with you every step of the way, his tongue working wonders, coaxing out every last drop of your release.

As the aftershocks subsided, he gentled his touch, his tongue still stroking over your sensitive flesh, soothing you down from your high. He placed a tender kiss on your mound before lifting his head, his face glistening with your juices, his eyes blazing with satisfaction.

"Fuck, you're delicious," he growled, his voice rough with arousal. "I could never get enough of you."

He crawled up your body, his hard length pressing insistently against your thigh as he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the flavor mingling with the taste of him, creating a heady combination that made you feel like a shooting star, being burned and then reconstituted by his mouth.

Anakin gently brushed away the damp strands of hair clinging to your forehead, his touch tender and reverent. He gazed down at you, his blue eyes soft with adoration and still smoldering with desire.

"I still want to be inside you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He pressed a trail of kisses along your neck, his lips adoring your skin. "Do you have the energy to ride me, or would you prefer me on top?"

You shivered at the feel of his warm breath against your sensitive neck, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. "I want to feel you deep inside me, but I'm not sure if I could get up off the mattress," you whispered, your voice weak but filled with need. "Please, Anakin."

With a low groan, Anakin settled himself between your thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching yours, seeking permission, making sure you were ready for him.

At your nod, he slowly pressed forward, sheathing himself inside you inch by inch. You gasped at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He was so big, so hard, filling you in a way that made you feel complete.

Anakin stilled once he was fully seated inside you, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closed in bliss. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he breathed, his voice tight with restraint. "So tight, so perfect."

He began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through your body, building the heat simmering in your core once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder.

Anakin complied, his pace increasing, his thrusts growing more powerful. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of his hips. He angled his thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars, that had you crying out in ecstasy.

Anakin's thrusts grew more urgent, more powerful, his hips snapping against yours with a force that had the bed frame shaking. He braced himself above you, his muscles flexing with each drive of his cock deep into your heat.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect. I could stay inside you forever."

You clung to him, your nails digging into the hard planes of his back as he pounded into you, chasing your pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts of endeavor.

Anakin shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting a spot inside you that made you see the whole galaxy. Your back arched off the bed, a silent scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat. He must have felt it too, because he smiled down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

"That's it, baby," he croaked, his voice a low, sultry rumble. "Cum for me. I want to feel you coming apart on my cock."

He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub. The added stimulation was too much, pushing you over the edge.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your walls clenching around Anakin's thrusting cock, milking him for all he was worth. He groaned, his rhythm faltering as your pleasure triggered his own.

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within your heat. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "You're amazing, do you know that?"

You could only nod, too consumed by the afterglow to form coherent words. Anakin rolled to the side, pulling you with him, tucking you against his chest. His hand stroked lazily over your back, his touch soothing and comforting.

Anakin kissed your forehead softly, the lingering warmth of his lips like a silent promise. His strong, calloused hand rubbed gentle circles on your back, grounding you both in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The glow of the lights your boyfriend insisted on placing in every window in the house spread lightly throughout the room, casting a warm, golden hue over the space.

“You,” he murmured, his deep voice still tinged with the rawness of emotion, “are the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for.”

A lazy smile spread across his lips, his eyes heavy-lidded but filled with unmistakable love. He looked utterly content, his body still recovering from the tidal wave of pleasure that had swept over him. He leaned back slightly, letting his head rest against the pillows as he gazed at you.

You felt the strength of his arms encircling you, his larger frame cradling your smaller body like you were something fragile, precious. Your cheek pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of peace you hadn’t realized you needed.

“You’re everything,” Anakin continued softly, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. “Do you know that? You came into my life and turned everything upside down in the best way possible.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your own smile forming as his words sank in. “I think you’re giving me too much credit,” you teased lightly, your voice muffled by his chest.

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, vibrating through you. “Not even close,” he said, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You’ve given me something I didn’t think I’d ever have again. Love. Real love. Not just for me but for my kids, for this life we’re building together. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you reached up to trace the sharp lines of his jaw, his soft stubble prickling under your fingertips. “I love you, Ani,” you whispered, the words full of warmth and certainty.

His lips curved into a wider smile, and his stormy blue eyes glistened with emotion. “I love you more,” he replied, his voice steady but soft.

For a while, neither of you moved, content to simply exist in the moment. The sounds of the house were muffled—the distant creak of floorboards, the hum of the heater, the faint tinkling of Christmas music still playing downstairs. It was as if the world outside your little bubble had melted away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the comfort of each other.

Finally, Anakin shifted slightly, his hand trailing soothing patterns along your back. “You know,” he began, his tone lighter now, “we should probably get some sleep. Santa left a lot of toys under the tree that will need assembling in the morning.”

You laughed softly, the sound muffled by his chest. “You mean I’ll be assembling them while you ‘supervise,’ right?”

He smirked, brushing a kiss over the top of your head. “I think we make a pretty good team. Besides, I’m sure Luke will take over as lead engineer within five minutes.”

“Leia will be too busy experimenting on whatever she can find,” you added with a laugh.

Anakin’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he imagined the chaos that awaited them tomorrow. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and pride.

You shifted slightly to look up at him again, your own smile soft and filled with affection. “Merry Christmas, Ani,” you whispered, your fingers lacing with his.

He tilted his head to press a lingering kiss to your lips, the gesture tender but full of meaning. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he murmured against your lips.

As the two of you settled back into the quiet comfort of each other, the warmth of the holiday filled the room, a gentle reminder of everything you’d built together. Anakin’s life, once marked by loss and brokenness, now felt whole again—with you at the very center.

[orphicwitt]

thank you, you can also do, Smiling Critters x Smiling Critters Cat Reader, where the reader has 3 baby kittens

Note; ofc!! Here's your long awaiting request!

Smiling critters x Smiling cat critter!gn!reader.

Sfw ; warning: none.

[🤍]

- you were made alongside with all your fellow critters, the higher-ups intent to make you as a lover for catnap with 3 kittens to say the least.

- you very much loved your 3 adorable floof ball of joy, as a cat mascot, you do have cat behaviour implant in your system so do all the critters whose modelled after different animals which mean they get a set of animals instinct or behaviour implanted into them.

- After the cartoon show was a instant hit, many people began to buy the smiling critters plushie. You goes by Mewpuff, modelled after a fluffy white cat which mean you have thicker furs then the rest and scented after a daisy flower.

- your babies, kat. The eldest sibling of the two is just a clone of yourself in Baby form, the second, the middle baby is named Cathy is a mix between you and catnap, And the youngest is named kit is basically a clone of catnap.

- kat and Cathy often have a sort of rivalry siblings relationship but there time it get so bad that you have to stop before it get serious. But they had show loving and caring attitude to their youngest.

- catnap seem to be dearly fond of the kittens, often letting them whatever they wanted and loves to hang around them and babysat if you have some urgent matter to do.

- catnap would do anything for these precious babies, it's his cat instincts afterall.

- you and catnap aren't lovers, but seem to stay on a close-friend relationship which is not what the higher-ups wanted since they created you as a lover for him.

- all of the rest of the smiling critters adored your sweet but mischievous kittens. Bobby bearhug often volunteer to baby sit them alongside with dogday and catnap.

- they're soooo precious and cute! She just wanted to cuddle them all day and feel their fluffs.

- pickypiggy often make sure the kittens always be fed and healthy, although she will sneak in some treats while you're not looking.

- kickin'chicken sometime beg you for your kittens to play sport with him which gave you a headache since it could be dangerous for your little babies, however after some thoughtful thinking. You agreed in the end.

- craftycorn sometime teaches your kittens on how to draw, color and make arts out of it! While bubba bubbaphant teaches your kittens subject to ensure they are smart when they grow up!

- dogday and hoppy hopscotch sometime is the one can only be one on pair with your kitten energetic behaviour when they are on high on sugar from pickypiggy sneaking sugary sweet without you looking again.

- dogday loved to play with them and often be the third caretaker aside from catnap to babysit your kittens when you are exhausted or not available for weeks.

[ghostykapi]

are we on tonight? [are you mine tonight?]

son chaeyoung & fem!reader // simp

"hey hotshot, come here often?"

son chaeyoung, how on earth will you describe her?

for starters, you can say that she's annoying.

ever since you met her, your life has been turned into ways you don't know how to even pinpoint. always by your side, always ready to distract you from important work, always ready to cause chaos and ultimately always ready to give you a headache

"chaeyoung what did you do this time?"

she's giggling, reapplying the lipstick on her lips "stained your white top to have my kiss marks as an experiment"

"SON CHAEYOUNG"

despite being the most annoying clingy person you ever met, others are shocked to find out that you are not together yet

"unnie?" tzuyu's curious tone cuts you out from your preparation of your makeup kit

"yes tzu?" you turn around, only to find not only her, but the rest of the group, minus the little tiger who's trying to find a vending machine, looking at you also in curiosity

"are you sure you aren't dating chaeyoung?" she asks innocently, but you swear you see her sport that tiny little smirk

"what! no" you huff, ears turning red out of embarrassment as everyone gives out noises of disbelief "don't be absurd tzutzu, she's too small to be my type"

"i heard that!" you hear a roar from the hallway "you're not that taller than me!"

despite that though, it doesn't stop your heart from beating out of your chest every time you have to fix her makeup, it doesn't stop your eyes staying on her lips for a bit too long than necessary, it doesn't stop her from grazing her thumb over your lips when it's her turn, it doesn't stop the want in both of your eyes when you make eye contact with her

so how will you describe chaeyoung? annoying? cute? hot? small?

you don't know, maybe that's why it always comes to you as a surprise that she can be a romantic and protective to you despite the lack of talking about the tension or the feelings you both have

"that’s a horrible pickup line. back off" chaeyoung slips her arm around your waist, effectively making the male idol immediately take a step back, shocked to see a senior up close

"chaeyoung-sunbaenim!" he immediately bows, despite him being taller he looks like he would shrink at the glare she's sending his way "i-i'm sorry i didn't know-"

she doesn't even let him finish as she tugs you away, towards the exit of that christmas party and into the parking lot

"chaeyoung" you try to snap her out of it, but her firm grip is what kept you both moving towards the van "c-chaeyoung the driver is still upstairs we-"

she also doesn't let you finish what you want to say before kissing you, her hands tugging on your clothes to get you closer to her heart

even if you are perplexed by her behavior, you don't deny what a part of you had always wanted. you kiss her back, letting her push your body up against the van's door and your hands combing and gripping her hair

“chaeng” another weak attempt to get her to snap out of it, and another reaction of her simply kissing you, now on your neck “c-chae oh god baby”

for a brief moment she pauses, eyes looking up at you with a little bit more clarity. surely she must have already drank some liquor for her to act this way, but you barely saw her take a sip. the only thing she’d be wanting to drink in is your moans and you.

“again” her hair is out of place and lipstick smuggled against yours. the sight brings you to need more “say it again”

“baby” a kiss

“my baby” another kiss

“fuck you’re my baby right?” a needy kiss

“mmmmm so cute, my cute baby” an embarrassed but still needy kiss

every time you say it, it drives chaeyoung crazy, it doesn’t stop her from kissing you even when you get tired and the kisses turn into kisses on any exposed part of your skin. she doesn’t stop even if the rest of twice and the driver finally show up to a lipstick stained makeup artist and their tiger with a grin

“damn” jihyo wants to scold her, she really does, but she’s no better with lipstick stains on her neck and sana with a even wider grin with smudged makeup by her side “all right, let’s go home now. chaeyoung behave”

“i behave!” she protests, shaking your arm to get you to defend her “tell them y/n/n”

“you don’t baby” you give her another kiss to shut her up, effectively making her go quiet and lovestruck

“ok i’ll do my best to behave”

“ha simp”

“shut up unnie!!”

[angelmichelangelo]

waterlogged

verse: 2012/problem child au rating: g words: 1.8k

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Rain lashes down from the sky, clouds darkening the stretch of the pitch that’s practically halfway between being underwater.

Mikey dashes through the onslaught of players that come at him, he only has a fraction of a second to sweep his curls off from his forehead where they’re plastered there, weaving side to side, kissing the ball with the inside of his boot, he travels down the stretch of the field with ease, feeling weightless against the biting wind that tries to stop him.

That is until one of the opposing team players catches him off guard, no doubt an obvious foul had it been just a few feet forward.

He’s badly shoulder checked, at some speed too, and as a result, he goes flying backwards, the ball spins out of his control, going up in the air, some other player gaining its control before he even has a chance to hit the ground. Hob’s whistle is sharp and fierce as his teeth rattle about when his skull bounces off the floor.

“Mike!” Coach calls through the rain, voice traveling faster than he can as he wades his way over to the middle of the pitch where he’s sprawled out. “You okay, kiddo?”

His sports kit now soaked through with rain and mud, his skin is wrecked with an icy coldness that has him shivering hard. Not to neglect the throbbing ache that echoed about his skull as he peeled his eyes open.

Hob is now standing over him, swamped in his rain jacket, as is Woody, who’s somehow got grass and dirt smeared across his upper lip, both of them sharing rather worrisome glances.

“Ugh,” Mikey groans, slowly trying to sit up. There’s a cool hand pressing against the small of his back, guiding him gently to his feet. “M’head.”

He goes to palm at it, a headache already blooming hotly behind his eyes before Hob is shoving his hand out of the way, forcing him with as much care as he could muster to stare him dead in the eyes.

“You took a pretty big hit,” Hob tells him. Woody’s mouth is already moving too fast for the words to catch up to him when he says, almost excitedly.

“Definitely a red.” His curls hang wetly over his face, bouncing over his eyes with vigor.

“Don’t matter ‘bout that,” Hob dismisses him gently. “Mike. Are you alright?”

Mikey goes to nod — a little rain and a slip n slide on the pitch wasn’t going to deter this exciting game. They were two one up with another twenty minutes to play. But his stomach suddenly lurches, and the empanadas he’d had from the school cafeteria a few hours ago now decide to make a reappearance all over the grass at his boots.

“Okay,” Hob says, a little put off as he wearily pats Mikey’s shaking shoulder as he hunches himself in half, squeezing his eyes shut where they feel ready to bulge out of his head. “That’s it. You’re out. You okay to head to the lobby?”

Mikey swallows weakly, and then, much to his own shame, spits, simply to rid himself of the foul aftertaste that lingered across his teeth like a film. 

“Uh huh,” he mutters, unsure if his voice was even loud enough to be heard over the roaring wind and rain.

“Dirkins,” Hob instructs the other boy sharply, tugging on his coat toggles to tighten it around his round, reddened face. “Go with him, will you? And make sure he calls his brother. I don’t want him skirting around this.”

Woody agrees, gently hooking a hand around his arm, tugging him along. “C’mon Mikester. Let’s get you outta here.”

It’s only a short walk from the soccer field to the entryway of the school building, but with his head swimming and his entire body feeling positively waterlogged it feels miles long before Woody is all but shoving him through the double doors into the warmth.

“Sit,” his friend instructs him. “I’ll grab you a drink.” He goes to turn away before he’s stopping in his tracks, mud and rainwater following in his wake at his feet. “Need me to call Leo or you?”

Mikey slumps into one of the waiting room seats; thankfully what with the school day being long over, the hallways and surrounding classrooms were void of its usual noise and hubbub, letting his aching headache breathe for a moment. 

“S’okay.” Mikey tells him, running the back of his wrist over his lip. “I can do it.”

Woody fetches him the school phone from behind the desk, pressing it keenly into his hands before he’s darting off to the cafeteria, no doubt to wrestle one of the vending machines, Mikey punches in Leo’s number.

It rings out only for a handful of seconds, the dial tone loud and shrill as it tally’s around his head, eventually it connects through, Leo’s voice filtering through from the other end.

“Hello?” He says, and Mikey wonders for a split second if he recognised that it was the school number he was calling from.

His stomach rolls a second time, and he swallows the sensation down with a weak whimper. Pressing his wet palm to his lips as if to steady himself, once the feeling had quickly passed does he find the words to speak.

“Leo.” His voice wavers. “Can you please come pick me up?”

There’s the sound of whatever movie Leo was probably falling asleep to being muted on the TV, no doubt he sits up, a little more urgency to his tone when he asks.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?”

It’s then that Woody emerges from the cafeteria, clutching a water bottle and his book bag, as well as a Snickers bar that Mike knows he fought the machine for.

“Uh huh,” he says, eyes flickering upwards to meet his friend's gaze. “Took a bit of a spill on the pitch. Hob’s orders, I gotta come home.”

There’s the sound of keys being swiped off the counter and Leo wrangling one arm into his coat as he tries to keep his phone pressed to his ear still. 

“Hang tight,” he tells him. “I’ll be right there.”

Mikey is sure that Leo must just… apparate into the school building because one second he’s on the phone leaving the apartment and the other he’s there, bursting through the doors with all the force of a hurricane as he approaches his little brother, crouching down to greet him.

Warm hands cup either side of his face, Mikey leans into his touch welcomely.

“Aw, Mike. What happened?” Leo is asking quickly. And for a second, Mikey tries to collect his swimming thoughts to answer him before he realizes that he’s in fact asking Woody. That of which he’s grateful for.

“Some meathead of a right winger totally barrelled into him!” Woody explains with all the excitement of a shaken up soda can. “Thinks he’s getting away with it too, the brute, but I saw that look in Hob’s eyes, there’s no way that—”

Leo must cast him a gentle look that reads thanks, Woody, but could we skip the pundit commentary on this for now?

The boy chuckles nervously, and clears his throat to continue. 

“Hit his head and puked. Bit wobbly on the way over, too.”

Leo hums, refocusing all his attention to the boy still slumped over in the plush armchair, he lifts Mikey’s chin with his finger. 

“Figured,” he muses. “Looks like a mild concussion. C’mon, buddy, let’s get you home and warm, shall we?”

With the way his— well, everything is feeling, it’s easy to be led by Leo, briefly drenched a third (and hopefully a final) time before he’s sluggishly ducking into the warmth his brother's sedan offers.

He hears Leo call out to Woody, no doubt a string of thank yous as well as promises to update him on how he is in the next few days or so. 

Mikey hugs himself tighter as Leo tugs his belt over his chest, giving him a gentle tap against his shoulder. “Think you’re gonna hurl again?” He asks.

Mikey shakes his head, wincing as he feels his brain slosh about in his skull. Leo’s hand lingers against the wet of his shirt before they’re finally peeling away from the school parking lot in the direction of home.

“Do I need the hospital?” He manages to ask after a few long seconds of quiet. 

Leo chuckles, the sound is rich and warm and seems to ease some of that hurt still wrapped around his head. “No,” he tells him, voice gentle. “I’m gonna be playing doctor for a while when we get home, though, just to be sure.”

There’s a touch of seriousness there around his words. Mikey hums and presses his head back against the plush of the headrest.

They make it home without Mikey bringing up any more of his lunch or breakfast for that matter, his brother gently guiding him towards the bathroom, running the water letting it warm before he’s pushing for Mikey to step in.

“M’not getting naked,” he tells his brother seriously, some of his usual humor creeping back into his tone now that they were home and warm. “I’m not that sick or hurt for that.”

Leo laughs, playfully rolling his eyes and making him stand under the spray fully dressed, all the mud and dirt that will still slick all over him running against the water, a muddy swirl disappearing down the drain.

“Just stand still and don’t pass out on me,” Leo lightly warns him as he works his fingers through his curls, untangling them carefully. “Or then you will need a hospital.”

He only needs a few minutes of standing beneath the trickle of warm water before Leo tugs him back out again, handing him a towel and the pajamas he’d left slung across his bedroom floor this morning.

“I’ll be on the other side of the door if you need me,” Leo says pointedly as he closes it for Mikey to dress himself. 

Mikey scoffs a laugh, despite the way it makes his head feel airy, tugging off his wet clothes to swap them out for something far drier.

When he emerges from the bathroom, there’s the bottle of water Woods must’ve handed over to Leo along with two little white pills perched on the counter. 

“You can sleep on the couch,” Leo tells him where he’s standing over the stove. Ramen, Mikey’s nose tells him, his stomach having finally settled to not roll at the smell of it. “That way I can keep an eye on you when you sleep.”

Mikey collapses into the soft give of their couch, an abundance of blankets thrown over him, enveloping him entirely, the old movie is still playing on the screen, characters mutely talking to one another, Mikey feels his eyes heavily slide shut.

“M’not going to sleep.” He tells his brother around a badly stifled yawn.

He hears Leo laugh softly, like he had all the love in the world bubbling up in his chest, the last thing he heard before he drifted off to a blissful nap,

“Sure, Mike. Get some rest, kid."

[adraveins]

orthodrome (3 / 3)

➸ The Watcher, Edér, Eothas ➸ 7k ➸ AU, canon divergence ➸ Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

The figure blazes before you, faceless and still. You blink and blink again, afterimages of the sickle and lantern imprinting on your eyelids and vanishing, and there is more sorrow than gladness filtering through the parts of his mind that you can touch. I would rather have you hate me than need me, Edér.

You feel the way the words strike at Edér like a blow, but he doesn't pull back. He stares unflinchingly at the light, his mouth set in an angry line. "Well," he says, his voice low, "you've done a pretty good job of getting folks to hate you. But that's the thing." His steadying breath isn't so steady. "I don't." His voice trembles with the admission. "I don't even know how to. I wish I did, believe me."

You don't think he wants that. You think he just wants to hurt Eothas even a fraction as much as Eothas has hurt him, in the only way he can.

But the full weight of that isn't easily grasped by a god, you think, even a well-meaning one like Eothas. That mortals dare and defy, pray and persist, just to see a reaction, and one on their level, not on a god's. It means more than the grandest gestures, and it's power too, in its own way, that evens the footing by a margin. You know that Edér wants to see it in Eothas, and you know that Eothas won't give it to him, that his patience and understanding is a double-edged sword. And Edér has no cipher's senses that let him feel a sliver of it anyway.

There’s something underneath the keep. The Watcher is sure of it. // AO3

[queen-rowenas]

let me heal all your aches - 693 words, destiel

trigger warnings: allusion to self-harm, mentions of blood

Dean is used to patching himself up. He’s used to the quick grab at the first aide kit they keep in the Impala. He’s used to gritting his teeth in grimy motel bathrooms, tying off stitches or popping shoulders back into place. Even gas station restrooms became makeshift hospitals when he had to snatch a few maxi pads to stop the bleeding.

He’s used to it. He can make do. He’s a soldier. He’s a survivor.

And sure, hospitals are usually cleaner and safer, but he also hates them and he knows he can do it himself so why waste their time.

It’s just part of the life, a part he had learned to accept young. The harsh patch-ups, doses of the strongest liquor he can find. It’s a harsh life, and it requires harsh habits.

Being healed by an angel is a complicated thing. Well...it really isn’t, it’s actually pretty easy and painless. Except for the times when the angel was running low on grace. But in the beginning, it was always a complicated thing for Dean. Because it was a show of weakness, Castiel seeing where he had fallen short and fixing it with a simple touch. It also required admitting that he needed it, that he deserved it. A painless fix to his mistakes.

Dean took a long time to accept the help, to let Castiel take care of him.

Now, a lot of things have changed, and the way Cas heals him has changed too. It’s no longer the careful press of fingers or the pass of a hand over the wound. It’s a caress, it’s a kiss.

When Cas comes home from a hunt late one night, he finds Dean in the bunker’s library surrounded by books and old parchments. He blinks up at Cas and smiles, his face pinched and head pounding.

Cas brushes his knuckles against Dean’s temple and pushes his fingers back through his hair, and the headache dulls. Dean leans into the touch, closing his eyes as Cas leans down to kiss his forehead, and the headache disappears altogether.

When Dean walks into a diner sporting a split lip, Cas frowns. Cas and Jack had saved a large table before Sam and Eileen arrived, having picked a place between all of their cases to meet for lunch. Dean grins as he sits down, hiding a wince, his knee bumping into Cas’s. “You should see the other guy.”

But he doesn’t pull away as the angel reaches a hand up to cup his jaw, running his thumb just under his lip in a slow drag. Dean’s lips part with the touch, a shuddery breath escaping as he watches Cas stare hard at the now healing split.

When Cas returns to the bunker one night with dinner, he finds Dean sitting sitting in the kitchen floor, shards of a broken mug scattered around him, hands trembling. It had been a hard hunt the day before. And even though Dean had tried to hide it, Cas knew it had taken a lot out of him, shaken him.

“I tried to clean it up,” he says, barely above a whisper. I tried to fix it.

He doesn’t look up as Cas places the take-out bag on the table. He doesn’t meet his eyes as the angel kneels in front of him. Because Cas shouldn’t have to deal with this.

The cuts aren’t even that deep. Dean has certainly had worse. Nothing a couple of Jack’s Star Wars band-aids can’t fix.

But Cas apparently didn’t get that memo and instead takes Dean’s hands in his, looking over the cuts. Taking care not to brush the split skin, he presses his lips to the back of Dean’s hands.

Dean feels the grace running through his hand, pulsing at his fingertips. It travels up his arms and warms his chest. Although maybe that’s not actually the grace.

Dean has stopped crying, one last tear lingering on his cheek, and Cas reaches up to brush it away. The angel leans in to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Let me take care of you.” You deserve to be taken care of, too.

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Cold rain and bruises - Harry Hook x reader - oneshot

*Hurt/comfort fic* *warning; talk of abuse; physical and alcohol abuse* 

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You jumped awake at the loud and sudden rapid knocks that echoed from your front door, just barely disguised by the rain that shrouded the isle this humid night. “the fuck” you whispered to yourself, slowly reaching out to grab your switchblade and slid out of bed. You stepped heel to toe silently as you crept closer to your door, stopping as the knocks sounded again, this time just slightly quieter and faster, as if panic was setting into the person's bones.

You waited for a few seconds before starting at the door again, furrowing your brows as you stopped just against it and heard the quiet sounds of someone…hiccupping? You pressed your ear against the door and frowned as the thick wooden door didn’t hide the sound of fabric rustling against itself as someone knocked against your door again, this time almost defeated and so quiet that if you weren’t next to the door you wouldn’t have heard it.

The person hiccupped again and you slowly opened the door, flipping open your switchblade just in case. You swung the door open as the watery red-rimmed eyes of Harry Hook peered at you, his chin was crumbled as he pressed his lips together tightly. “Harry?” you gasped, eyes widening as you looked upon the soaked disheveled form of your long-time best friend and sorta-maybe-boyfriend.

“what happened-why are you-come in! you’re gonna get sick standing out in that!” you gently grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him into your apartment, closing the door with your foot and quickly locking it again. You turned and flicked up the hallway light switch, gasping as you turned to look back at Harry.

Still wet blood caked the side of his head and was congealing into his soaked hair, his left eye turning red as his right cheek had a large curved welt growing with a thin bleeding cut on the bottom near his jaw. His neck had a red slowly turning purple hand mark that started at his throat and his wrists were rope burned and just starting to bleed “Harry” you cooed, you set down your switchblade and stepped up to him and cupped his face gently, biting your lip as he seemed to melt into you. “what happened?” he bit the inside of his lips, shaking his head a bit as a hiccup erupted from his lips and tears slipped down his cheeks and fell to the floor.

You let out a quiet sigh of distress and looked around your apartment, trying to remember if you had a first aid kit handy, the tension in your shoulders released ever so slightly when you remembered there was one in your bathroom closet. You looked back up at Harry and gently lifted your hands from his face, making him open his eyes ever so slightly in curiosity, and trailed them down to his shoulders, pushing off his waterlogged jacket and guiding his arms out “Harry?” you asked gently, letting the heap of heavy leather drop to the floor, reminding yourself to clean it up once you had Harry dry and taken care of “where’s your hook?” you had noticed as you took off the jacket that his precious hook had been missing the entire time.

“it’s-it’s on the ship” Harry croaked weakly, hiccupping again as you slid his soaked top off, raising his arms to help you in your effort. You narrowed your eyes at the welts and reddening marks that were appearing on Harry's torso, clenching your jaw at the several thin slices on his arms and the ones just peeking over his shoulders.

“which ship?” you undid the belts from around his waist and dropped them onto the floor, the red scarf around his hips joining them moments later.

“da’s” Harry sniffed, his teeth beginning to chatter and body starting to shake as the freezing rain started to set in his bones. You took his hand and gently pried the rings from his fingers, holding them in your palm and sliding his gloves off his hands. Harry intertwined his fingers with yours, sighing a bit as the heat of your hand transferred to his.

“well, we can go get it later yeah?” Harry gave you a numb nod as you glanced back at your bathroom and then turned back to him “how bout a bath?” Harry sniffed and nodded again, reaching his free hand up and wiping his jaw from the still flowing tears. You glanced down at his pants and shoes and gestured at them, Harry getting your meaning and leaning against the wall to undo his boots as you walked into your bathroom and started to run a hot bath, thankful that you had decided not to use them your hot water for the night.

You heard a loud crash and rushed back out of the bathroom, cooing sightly at the sight of Harry sitting on the ground against the wall, the small bookcase next to him on its side with its contents strewn across the floor “Harry?” he hiccupped again, his teeth clattering loudly in your quiet apartment as he curled in on himself, the new cuts on his back making themselves known as he did so.

You moved to sit in front of him and reached towards him, gently cupping his face again and caressing his cheek “hey, you don’t have to tell me what happened, but you're freezing and going to get sick if we don’t get you into the tub and that’s gonna suck for you. and I don’t think you are gonna want to wake up with a headache and sore throat huh?” Harry shook his head slightly, grabbing onto your hands as you stood and took your hands off his cheeks and held them out for him.

You pulled him to his feet, clicking your tongue as you looked down at his boots, which he had only gotten as far as undoing the knot of his left boot before he had fallen. “come on, into the bathroom”

Harry leaned against you and held his other hand on the wall as you guided him into the thankfully large bathroom. You guided Harry to sit against the bathroom counter and let out a low sigh, putting your hands on your hips and tilting your head at the shivering Harry, whose teeth continued to clatter against each other “I need to take off your boots and pants, it's up to you if you’re comfortable taking off your underwear.” Harry's pale face and ears turned a light pink as he realized that you would have to get…near his area to take off his pants.

He sniffed and attempted to take off his boots again but lost his balance, yelping as he tipped to his side. You quickly caught him and pushed him back up against the counter, sighing and resting your forehead against his chest “just-just lemme do it” Harry let out a small grumble but moved his hands from your hips, when did those get there? And onto the counter, looking to the side as you kneeled down and undid the laces to his boots and quickly slid them off along with his socks, wincing as you finally saw his swelling right ankle “Harry what the hell happened?” you asked quietly, standing and unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his thighs and off his legs.

Now, all that Harry was left in was his dark blue boxer-briefs and some bracelets, his cheeks and ears now dark red. “come on” you whispered, guiding Harry to the tub and gently setting him into the steaming water, Harry let out a small sigh of relief as the hot water settled into his skin, the chatter of his teeth and the intense shivering soon stopping as he relaxed in the water.

You frowned as small droplets of red started to flow through the water around Harry's back. And put your hands on your hips, eyeing the bloody mark on the side of his head. You kneeled next to the tub and reached toward him, taking a moment to wipe the still running tears off his cheeks, and gently grabbed his chin to turn his head towards you so you could examine the possible injury.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief as the blood had no source from his head, he must have fallen on something or something else with blood on it hit his head. You looked at Harry, a soft smile growing on your lips as you locked eyes with him, his striking blue ocean eyes seeming to stare into your soul. “you okay?”

He didn’t answer, just sniffing again and leaned his head back against the tub as a couple more tears dripped off his jaw. You furrowed your brows and looked at the tub, it was big enough for two people…

You stood and walked out of the bathroom, ignoring Harry's eyes on your back as you walked away from him.

Harry shrunk in on himself as millions of thoughts started to run through his head, what if his dad found out about him being here? What if next time, he took his anger out on you? What if he wasn’t there to protect you? What if- he perked up as you returned to the room, quickly looking away with red burning cheeks as you appeared in only a sports bra and some old shorts of yours that you didn’t care if they got ruined. You took the first aid kit from the closet and set it on the counter, grabbing two large towels from the closet as well and setting them next to the kit. You looked at the tub and nodded to yourself before moving towards Harry “scooch” he quickly obeyed, biting his lip as you stepped into the tub behind him and sat down, your legs sliding around his and your hands guiding his head to rest on your chest.

Harry closed his eyes in content as your right hand immediately started to scratch at his scalp, something that always calmed him down quickly. With your other hand you finally turned off the water as the tub was finally filled enough to cover the two of you to your necks. You sighed, leaning back against the edge and rested your hand on Harry's chest, your thumb caressing it as your other hand dutifully scratched at his scalp.

Harry closed his eyes and almost fell asleep as you took care of him, the heat from the water feeling like a comfortable blanket as he calmed down from the nightmare that he had experienced only an hour ago. “can I wash your hair?” you whispered, smiling as Harry nodded against your chest. You grabbed a shampoo bottle Harry had left forever ago and set it on the edge next to you and started to scoop water onto Harry's hair, while it had been soaked when he arrived it was still freezing and cold shampoo on cold wet hair was not fun.

Harry almost seemed to purr as you poured the shampoo into your palm and started to rub it into his hair and scalp, you chuckled slightly as he cuddled into your neck, leg twitching as Harry's hand slid from his stomach and gripped onto your thigh.

The blood caked on the side of his head started to drip down his cheek and jaw and melt into the water as you rubbed at it gently with your palm, sighing in relief as Harry showed no sign of discomfort from your action. You grabbed the small cup to your left and filled it with the hot water, pouring it carefully over Harry's head and rinsing out the shampoo.

You smiled at the small hum that came from Harry as you did so and reached out to grab the conditioner that Harry had also left forever ago and squirted just a bit into your palm, giggling as Harry curled against your hands as you rubbed it into his head. You glanced at the clock on the bathroom wall and let out a tired sigh, it was half-past 2 am and you were exhausted, Harry had to have been as well, so you decided to wrap up the bath and get his wounds all fixed up before you shoved him in your bed for the night.

You rinsed out the conditioner and started to get out of the tub, giving Harry a comforting smile as he whined at you and grabbed one of your towels for Harry. Harry grabbed onto your hand as you held it out to him and hauled him out of the tub.

You smiled again as Harry looked down at you with red-rimmed eyes as you rubbed the towel against his hair, drying it quickly before moving to the rest of him, gently patting him dry around the areas he was hurt.

Harry nursed his ankle as you dried yourself off and grabbed your aid kit. You drained the tub and guided Harry to sit on the edge so you could properly care for his wounds.

You started with the several long cuts on his back, wincing as Harry gasped in pain as you pressed a cloth soaked with disinfectant to the cuts. Thankfully they weren’t too deep, but you would need to wrap them so they didn’t get infected from the isle air or any of Harry's work on Uma’s crew, but you were sure once Uma found out about Harry's injuries, she would restrict his work so he could heal properly.

You grabbed a pack of sterile bandages and ripped open the package, placing the bandages on the cuts and wrapping them to his back with gauze. Harry's hand gripped tightly onto your thigh as you worked, forehead pressed tightly to your shoulder.

You caressed his jaw as you finished, and pulled back, cleaning the cuts on his cheek, arms, and chest. You examined the darkening bruises on his neck and eye and left it alone as you wouldn’t be able to do anything other than maybe put ice on it. You moved onto his wrists, soaking a rag with cold water and gently cleaning the rope burn and small cuts. You gently wrapped them to keep infection out and moved on to his ankle, moving your fingers around the swollen part and humming as Harry hissed in pain and jerked his foot away as you pressed against just below the bone of his ankle “I think you sprained it, it's definitely not broken because if it was you would have been screaming in pain the entire time” you missed Harry’s sigh of relief and turned to grab some gauze to wrap his foot.

Harry closed his eyes and scrunched his nose in slight pain as you wrapped his foot. You quickly finished and stood to put away your kit and grabbed the towels “let’s get you into something dry, I think I have some of your extra clothes in my dresser” you turned back to Harry and grabbed his hands, helping him to your room and tossed the towels onto your bed so Harrys still wet underwear didn’t get your duvet wet.

Harry sighed in relief as he finally completely lifted off his ankle. He watched you dig through your dresser and took out one of his accidentally abandoned sweaters, a pair of his underwear, and black sweatpants that he had left here a couple of months ago.

He caught them as you gently tossed them to him and turned back to your dresser to grab a fresh change of clothes for yourself to change into. Harry felt his face burn as you took off your bra and shorts and quickly changed into the clothes, he had seen you naked multiple times but it didn’t change the butterflies in his stomach when he saw you like that.

He muttered aloud that he was changing and stripped out of his boxer-briefs, struggling slightly to put on the new pair and his sweat pants. He got as far as getting on the underwear getting his legs through the pants before he tipped forward off your bed, grunting as he slammed into you. “I got ya” you muttered, grabbing the waistband of the pants and tugging them up and over his hips, giving Harry a reassuring smile as he turned red once again and buried his face in your neck.

“Come on, let's go to sleep” it took a few moments to get Harry into the queen-sized bed and setting his ankle on a pillow. You tossed the blankets over the two of you and curled up, your hand resting inches away from Harry's arm, just close enough to let him know you were there but far enough to not crowd him.

You laughed silently as Harry wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side, you lifted your head and rested it gently on his chest, taking a deep breath and finally relaxing after the stressful past hour.

“darling?” you let out a small hum at Harry‘s ‘question’ “can…can I tell yeh-“ Harry went silent again, and you could imagine him biting his lip in distress of whether or not to tell you about whatever happened to him.

“if you feel comfortable enough to do it” you muttered back sleepily, tossing your arm around his torso and curling your hand around his neck, scratching at the hair at the bottom of his neck gently.

“I….me da’” your hand froze against his neck…his father did all this to him? “he got drunk an’…I guess I fucked up abou’t somethin’ or whatever but he” Harry sniffed and you felt something drop into your hair. You lifted your head and set your chin on his chest, watching as tears started to pour down his cheeks again as his chin crumbled and hiccups erupted from his lips again. “he got so angry with meh an-an’ he hit me in the face wit’h ‘is ‘ook” your eyes drifted to the curved welt on his cheek, rage bubbling in your stomach.  “I think I hit the ground too hard cuz I blacked-and-an I woke up with all” he gestured to himself “tha’ and-it was dark an’ cold an’ raining and I just-“ he took a wobbly breath, his grip on your waist tightening “yeh were the first person I thought of ta go to that wouldn’t judge me” he ended with a whisper, sniffing as you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

“I'll never judge you for something that wasn’t your fault, you can come to me at any point in the day for whatever, I won't care what the story is, I'll always be here with open arms” Harry hiccupped and pulled you up and further on top of him, burying his face in your neck.

“Thank yeh” he whispered, pressing his lips to your collarbone and holding onto you tightly. He pulled back from your neck, eyes drifting to your lips to your eyes, silently asking for permission to kiss you.

You answered with pressing your lips to his softly, tilting your head and closing your eyes as Harry chapped lips pressed back into yours. You pulled back as Harry's hands started to drift down and gave him a soft smile “we can continue that kinda thing on a day where you’re not hurt okay?” Harry sniffed again, and nodded, his hands following you as you slid off his chest and buried yourself into his side. He turned on his side facing you and curled around you, letting out a heavy sigh through his nose as he finally let go of the tension he had felt since he walked in on his dad on the ship.

-

Harry perked up from the tray of food as two customers at a nearby table started to talk “hey did you hear about Hook?” Harry froze at that thinking they were talking about him and the news of his beating had gotten around.

“No? what happened?”

“He got his ass kicked by (y/n), something about revenge for someone, and now he’s hanging by his ankles in the town square off the lamp pole” the two pirates laughed to themselves as Harry stared at them with wide eyes.

His eyes shifted to the front doors of the chip shop, a smile blooming on his face as you stepped through the doors and set your sword into the check and walked toward him, his hook held tightly in your hand.

You walked around the table and set his hook next to his arm, patted his back, and sat down on his other side. Uma emerged from the kitchen a moment later and set a tray full of food in front of (y/n), smirking at her war chief and rubbing Harry's shoulder for a moment before getting back to her work.

Harry stared at (y/n) for a few moments before going back to his food, trying to keep the mushy grin from spreading on his lips.

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[mashiraostail]

Hi I'm soft, can I please have a fix of Aizawa's S/O taking care of him after the USJ attack?

soft is the mood!

“Shouta, pick your head up.”  “it’s up-”  “No, it’s not, look straight ahead.” A pause as he shifts, then you huff, “thank you.” You comb careful fingers through his tangled hair. Normally you’d really be on his case about letting it get like this, but given the current circumstance..you supposed you couldn’t hold this against him, he was in practically a full-body cast, after all. You spray some more detangler into it.  “How do you feel?” You ask quietly, running a comb through the newly wet strands.  “The same.” His voice is indifferent, if he was in pain he wasn’t gonna tell you. You just hope he’s not lying.  “Not better or worse?”  “Just the same.” He nods again and you hum pulling all his hair back off his forehead and temples, away from his ears.  “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” He deflects you.  “I know. But I’m sorry you’re in pain.” You retort and he mutters something before saying louder,  “I’m not in pain. The medicine is fine. And recovery girl is doing her thing. I should be alright in no time.”  “Shouta. It doesn’t matter how you’re going to feel it matters how you feel now.” He can’t see you from his seat between your legs, but he can tell your frowning from the hardness in your voice. And you’re right.  “Yeah. It’s alright. Sorry I know I shouldn’t do that. It’s not that bad really. I get a headache sometimes, but for the most part the medicine works. ”  “It’s okay.” You kiss the back of his head and he slumps a little bit forward, you can tell he’s done talking about it. “Do you have the elastic?” He nods at it where it rests on the bedsheets by his leg. He can’t help but feel a little useless right now. He can’t do anything, not a single thing. He needed you or Hizashi for everything, he couldn’t even bend his fingers.  “Shouta Aizawa I am not going to tell you to pick your head up again.” You say it meaning to sound stern, but there’s a little laugh underneath it that makes him grin under all the bandages. In all fairness he appreciates your usual prodding, if you handled him like glass he’d honestly simply feel worse. “It just feels good.” He picks his head up again anyways, he couldn’t help it, you were effectively putting him to sleep, your fingers carefully slowly pulling through his hair, wrapping the strands around each other.  You just hum at him affectionately, pulling him back lightly by his hair to kiss the crown of his head again, “push that elastic over here.”  He does his best, it’s probably not as close as you wanted or much at all to really be helpful but you reach it anyways. “Thank you.” He just hums back at you.  “How is it?” You pull away after wrapping the tail of the braid in an elastic a few times, “not too tight?” Aizawa shakes his head as much as he can.  “It feels better this way, thank you.”  “It won’t get too tangled now either.” You hum, leaning back into his pillows and letting him follow, resting his tired frame against your chest.  “Are you exhausted?” You hum and he nods, he’s always tired sure but he can stay up usually...but right now...just sitting up for a few minutes while you cleaned him up was enough to put him out of commission, he’d only gotten up for the day a few hours ago and he already wanted to call it a night, it was hardly even noon. “Why don’t we take a little nap? I’m tired too honestly.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders gently, “and then when you wake up we can take off some of the bandages, recovery girl said she’d stop by as soon as she could this afternoon so we can leave them off for a little bit until she gets here, let everything breathe?”  “That sounds good.” It feels stupid to be so upset. he wasn’t mean to get like this, he was rational, level headed, but all he wanted to do right now was cover your arms where they rounded his shoulders, he wanted to hold you back.  “You know for, a guy who isn’t allowed to shower you still smell pretty nice.” He feels you press a long kiss to the skin behind his ear, one of the only places exposed. “Take a deep breath Sho.” You lean into him, “it’s alright.”  He falls asleep with relative ease after that. When he wakes up again you aren’t behind him anymore. A first aid kit is on his nightstand, and he can hear you pattering around. It takes about 5 minutes for you to find your way back in there.  “Oh! You’re awake!” You sit beside him, “recovery girl came while you were asleep. Feeling any better? You could have called when you woke up.”  He did, a little, and he felt worlds less swollen, though the looseness of the casts on his arms should indicate that to be a reality rather than just a feeling.  “I was gonna, I just woke up so it’s fine.” He shuffles a little bit and you nod. “You really did yourself no favors going back to teach so early.” You scold him, sitting before him in his bed.  “I had to.”  “No, you just let Hizashi talk you into every hair-brained scheme he comes up with.” You beacon for him to sit up, “you need to be more careful. I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me...” You start removing the casts on his arms, “but you seriously had me worried.”  You’d held off giving him this speech until now, he supposed he should hear you out.   “When I saw you all wrapped up in the hospital..” You carefully slide one off, “I thought I was as good as on my own again.” You start wrapping his arm in some tough feeling bandages, he guesses Recovery Girl healed the break, now it was just a crack, a sprain maybe. Either way, he probably had about 2 more days of these slings. “I’m proud of you for keeping your kids safe. I can’t say I would have done anything differently.” Your voice gets quiet, “but how would you feel if it were me sitting there like you right now?” He nods curtly at that, not even really wanting to imagine it.  You pull him toward you by his jaw and press a long kiss to his forehead, covered in bandages. “She said we could take these off now.” You add and he hums gratefully, “thank god.”  You unfasten the wrapping and slowly unwind it until his face is exposed. You’d seen his face a few times since the incident, taking bandages off to change them, it was only for a few minutes but still it was nice to see your boyfriend’s face instead of a mummy man. His nose is wrapped up in a splint and there’s a row of stitches under his eye but at least it’s still Shouta. A couple of extra bumps and bruises sure, but Shouta nonetheless.  “I’m so proud of you Shouta.” You take his jaw in incredibly tentative hands, unsure of what hurt or felt tender without the support of the bandages. “You’re really strong..” Your voice is somehow softer than your hands on his skin. He clears his throat, you’d been together a long time and he always knew you loved him sure but it was palpable right now.  “I just did what anyone else would do...” He’s really not used to all the priase, part of being an underground hero he supposed. You chuckle at that. “I should have guessed you’d say something like that.” You tuck a loose strand of hair back into it’s braid, “either way, you’re really brave. Those kids are lucky to have you...I’m lucky to have you too.”  “It’s been 10 days since we kissed.” You can tell he’s trying to slink out of the spotlight, despite the only people in the room being the pair of you.  “Maybe that’s why you haven’t started feeling any better.” You laugh as you move to sit beside him on the edge of the bed.  “That’s a pretty good theory.” He agrees leaning forward a bit, of course you oblige him, you hated to sound selfish but you missed him like this, you didn’t mind taking care of him and you always would be there to do it whenever he needed you but he got broody about it...well more broody than normal. Getting to feel him relax into a kiss was nice.  “well now that that’s out of the way, we really could use a shave. Stay there.” You stand up and he groans, “I could just go into-”  “No way mister tough guy.” You shake your head at him, “you wanted to go to the sports festival, and teach so bad even with all your broken ribs? Well this is the price you pay. Until Recovery girl says the breaks are all healed you aren’t getting out of that bed when I’m around, do you hear me?” You sit back down, “save your energy for the kids. I’m here and I wanna help, so let me.”  He supposed he couldn’t argue with that, and your hands felt mesmerizingly nice on the sides of his neck and jaw, his eyelids are heavy by the time you’re done with him, carefully patting his newly shaven skin dry.  “Thank you.” He lets his head drop back into the pillows and you hum, “my pleasure.” You say it like it’s nothing, it rolls off you like water, he can’t put into words how much that puts him at ease.  “No, seriously, thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He opens his eyes and looks up at you, “I’m really lucky to have you.” He turns your words back around on you. “I’m glad I’ve got you worrying about me.”  “Make me worry like this again and you’re dead meat, Shouta.”  He huffs out a quiet laugh at that, “I don’t know, I think some broken ribs, 2 broken arms a broken leg, broken nose and a fractured orbital plate was well worth it for all the extra attention I’ve been getting.”  “If you want more attention just ask! Don’t break every bone in your body you maniac!”  You wanna wack the back of his head but you stop yourself. He just looks really happy with himself, “but it’s sweet when you worry.”  “I can worry about you without you almost dying!” You can’t even pinch his nose because of the splint, “seriously Shouta!”  “Alright, alright I’m kidding.” He insists, “come relax a little.”  You don’t argue, instead you just climb into bed beside him.  “How’s it feel?” You reach out and brush your hand over his jaw, “I didn’t shave it all, you’d look naked.” He laughs as you lean back against him, “I appreciate that, and It feels better, thank you.” You hum and turn his head toward you.  “It’s good to see your face.” You thumb affectionately at his cheeks and he clears his throat as you continued, “I missed it.”  “Yeah I...guess it’s good to be seen.” 

[adhdarcheologist]

First Aid & Personal Kit

This is probably one of the most important and also the most overlooked aspect of what you should have on an archeological dig. Theoretically (and I say theoretically with the knowledge of experience) there should be a first aid kit or multiple on any dig site. However this shockingly isn’t always the case. Even then, if you take a minute to look at how many people are digging vs how many bandaids there are, you quickly realize that it doesn’t add up. This is also a bonus to keep with you because you of course have your own personal needs and it’s important to make sure that they’re met, no matter where you are or what you happen to be doing. Like before I’ve split it up into different levels/sections to make it easier to follow and figure out what you might need. Stay safe my friends!

Fundamental

> bandaids/ plasters (varying sizes) > wound cleaner/ disinfectant > tick key/ tweezers

> water bottle > sunscreen > lip balm > moisturizer > hand sanitizer > Kleenex/ tissues or toilet paper > period products

Here are some basics you might want to have in your bag. I would say that the most important ones are plasters, water and sunscreen. These are the fundamentals of the fundamentals (and yes I added sunscreen to what to wear as well but that’s genuinely how important it is). Others are just a good idea to have. You never know when you’ll run out of tp on site. Hand sanitizer because you might not want to trek all the way back to the water station to wash your hands (and you’ve been touching allot of stuff even with gloves). Period products for anyone who needs them, if you don’t have that issue no need to bring them, but honestly if you have some spares in your bag anyway it’s mighty appreciated by those who do.

Basic

> basic first aid kit > medical tape > moleskin > aloe/ sunburn care > headache/pain medication > scissors

> water bottle (x2) > facial/body wipes > spf lip balm > spare snack (ie. granola bar)

Like with the what to wear post the Basic and Full Kit can be a bit interchangeable. These are of course suggestions of what might be good to have but use your own judgement and experience. So instead of laying out all of the elements of a first aid kit I suggest buying one that’s pre assembled and adding to it as you need to. These are sold at most outdoor/ camping stores as well as allot of pharmacies. If you still want to build your own look at what they list for these kits and use that as a guide.

Full kit

> medium first aid kit > tensor/ elasticated bandage > triangular bandage > emergency blanket > kinaesthetic tape > matches (water proof) > after bite lotion

> sports drink/ electrolyte tabs > small travel towel > toothbrush & toothpaste > bar of soap

This section has just some extra bits you might want, including some you might want to add to the Basic kit level. This includes a medium first aid kit (which you can buy) plus some things that aren’t usually included in them but may be useful. The personal care items are up to you but I find that they’re always things I’ve ended up using on site or wished that I had.

A Note: I would highly suggest having some sort of first aid training because the more people on site who have it the better. Make sure to keep this up to date because procedures and methods change. Even just familiarizing yourself with some first aid techniques can be super helpful.

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Overall remember that the biggest danger on any site is human error. We try to plan for that and avoid accidents but stuff happens. Hopefully some of the suggestions here can help you be prepared for anything that might come your way. But my final thoughts are these:

> stay hydrated/ bring water > if you’re injured or don’t feel well, stop digging and tell someone. Please you are always more important than the archeology. > take care of yourself as much as possible and know your limits. > and once again STAY SAFE

[professorkenobi]

bathtime

read the previous part here!

The rush of running water echoed off the walls of Obi-Wan’s upstairs bathroom. He tested the temperature with a hum of satisfaction before flipping the brass lever that controlled the drain.

It was well past time that his bathtub got some use. The huge old thing had been touted as a selling point by his realtor, but he’d really selected the house for its proximity to work. He didn’t have the time or inclination to lounge about, preferring to stick to economical morning showers. 

Hopefully Anakin would enjoy it. 

Knowing the tub would take a few minutes to fill, Obi-Wan headed downstairs. The itch of apprehension whenever he let Anakin out of his sight was quickly becoming familiar— as was the wash of relief when he found him where he’d left him. 

Approximately, anyway. He’d gotten up and was examining the sparse decorations on the fridge. At a small clear of Obi-Wan’s throat, his ears twitched and he jerked back with a guilty look. 

Obi-Wan smiled gently. “Nothing interesting there, I’m afraid.” 

“I wasn’t—” 

“It’s fine to be curious; ask me anything you like.” 

Even in the dim light, the conflict of opposing impulses was clearly visible on that expressive face. Obi-Wan had to stifle a smile.

Finally, inquisitiveness won out.

“Why do you have this?” Anakin jabbed a finger at his copy of the year’s academic calendar. 

“Oh, that?” He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. “I teach there. I’m a professor of sociology.”  

Anakin wrinkled his nose. “Really? Aren’t most professors, you know...” 

“What?”

“Um. Old?” 

This time Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Indeed we are. And terribly boring, I’m sure you’ll find.” 

He’d hoped to draw out a smile. If he had, it was hidden as Anakin curled in on himself, beginning to shiver again. The sight was perturbing, unacceptable.

“Will you come with me? Your bath should be nearly ready.”

Anakin ducked his head and followed.

The air in the bathroom was muggy, the mirror fogged with steam. Obi-Wan turned off the water while his guest watched, fidgeting, from the doorway. 

“There we are. If it’s too hot, you can just— well, I’m sure you know.” He winced internally. He wasn’t used to stumbling over his words like this, but then again he was hardly used to overnight guests, either. 

“I got it,” said Anakin, taking a few apprehensive steps towards the tub. 

“I’ll be nearby if you need anything,” Obi-Wan promised. He turned to leave but paused at the threshold as a thought occurred to him. “Oh— if you leave your wet things outside the door, I’ll throw them in the laundry. You can borrow something of mine for the night.”

Anakin gave a jerky nod, still staring at the water like it might bite him. 

“Remember,” he repeated, “Whatever you need.” 

Obi-Wan closed the door, shutting in the heat and humidity. Right. Clothes. Pajamas would do for now. He walked purposefully to the bedroom, meaning to fetch them right away, but as soon as he entered his legs went oddly weak and shaky. His neatly made bed awaited him; Obi-Wan sat down heavily, fingers twisting in the duvet. 

For the first time since Anakin had knocked on his door, he was alone. He pinched the bridge of his nose, doing his best to push back an impending headache as his thoughts raced to catalogue the implications of the night’s events.

He’d let a complete stranger into his home, his sanctuary, without even hesitating. Anakin had been far from forthcoming about his situation, but it was clear he was in some sort of trouble. Something serious, perhaps beyond what had landed him on the streets and in Obi-Wan’s backyard in the first place. He might be risking his own safety, all for a boy whose last name he didn’t even know. 

Alone in the dark, Obi-Wan sat with these facts, turning them over and over in his mind. What was he doing? Was he being gullible, a fool? 

A slight splashing, the sound of a body getting comfortable in a hot bath, filtered in from down the hall. 

With a rising sense of certainty that he rarely experienced, Obi-Wan realized that he didn’t care. He didn’t care what kind of mess Anakin was caught up in. He didn’t care what he’d done to end up here, or what the consequences might be. 

From the moment he’d laid eyes on Anakin, Obi-Wan had been seized with an inexplicable desire to protect him. To care for him. And Anakin... Anakin had asked him, begged him, for help. 

To turn him away was, quite simply, an impossibility. 

Obi-Wan breathed slow and deliberate, in through his nose and out through his mouth, until he felt calm again. His knees were still a little weak, but he felt much better by the time he’d managed to dig out his spare pajamas and return to the hallway. 

Anakin’s clothes lay by the bathroom in a crumpled pile. As Obi-Wan bent to pick them up, he froze at a sound from the other side of the door. He almost thought it was his imagination until he heard it again, this time unmistakable— a small, hiccuping sob. 

“Anakin,” He pressed his face to the doorframe. “Is something the matter?” 

“‘m fine,” came the muffled response. 

“Are you sure? You don’t sound fine.” 

“It’s just,” he sniffled. “My hair, I can’t... it hurts.” 

Obi-Wan frowned, at a loss. “What do you mean? Is there something I could do, bring you something or...” 

A short pause, and then, 

“Can you help me?” 

“Help you?” He must be hearing things. Surely, Anakin wouldn’t want him to... “You mean, come in there and... and what?”

Anakin sniffled again. “I’m sorry, it was stupid, please just forget I asked—”

“No!” Obi-Wan interjected, far too sharply. He shook himself and tried for a softer tone. “No. It’s good that you asked. You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. Are you sure that’s what you want?” 

Another pause. “...yeah, okay.” 

“Alright.” This night was getting more surreal by the minute. He took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob. “I’m coming in now.” 

Obi-Wan opened the door slowly, leaving plenty of time for a change of heart. He was determined not to look unnecessarily, but he could make out Anakin in his peripheral vision. His back was to Obi-Wan, his head hung on drawn-up knees. His tail hung over the side of the tub, slowly dripping water onto the floor. Every few seconds, he drew a ragged little breath that echoed too loudly in the tiny space. 

Obi-Wan could scarcely stand it. 

“What do you need me to do?”

Anakin glanced back over his shoulder with puffy eyes. “It’s all this,” he said miserably. “It’s a mess and I can’t, I can’t fix it.” He lifted a hand out of the water to run over the back of his hair. Obi-Wan’s eyes caught on the pale golden skin of his arm, the graceful line of it that bent to a broad back flushed pink with heat, the curve of his spine disappearing beyond— stop it. 

He was here to help, not— whatever that was. 

A few cautious steps put him within arms reach. “May I?” 

“Yeah.” 

A single brush of Obi-Wan’s hand made the problem clear; Anakin’s curls were snarled and matted, doubtlessly from the depridations of wind and rain. The process of detangling would be painful, perhaps downright impossible with the claws Anakin was sporting. 

He tutted softly. “I see. We’ll get this sorted out.” 

Obi-Wan fetched a bottle from the shower and rummaged in his grooming kit for a wide-toothed comb, grateful for a few moments where he didn’t have to rigidly control where his eyes were pointing.

“What’s that?” Anakin asked suspiciously, craning his neck to see what was going on.

“Conditioner.” Obi-Wan knelt on the bathmat and set the comb aside, again doing his very best not to look at Anakin’s shoulders.  “I don’t have to use it, but it’ll ease the way quite a bit.” 

“It’s fine, I’ve just—” Anakin looked down. “I’ve never really used stuff like that.” 

“First time for everything,” Obi-Wan said lightly, dispensing a large dollop into his hand. “Ready?” 

At a short nod, he began to apply the conditioner, starting at the crown and carefully distributing it through the messy locks. The parts that weren’t tangled were very soft, slipping pleasantly between his fingers. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about Anakin’s ears, which twitched slightly in response to each touch. It looked like Anakin had avoided them in his attempts to re-wet his own hair, so Obi-Wan tried to do the same. 

After a few seconds, Anakin made a tiny oh. 

“What is it?” 

“It, um, smells like you.” 

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “You can smell me?” He wondered if that was an ability that came with Anakin’s more... unusual features.

“Yeah,” Anakin admitted, dragging a finger along the surface of the water. “It’s nice.” 

“Er.” 

“The conditioner, I mean.” 

“Oh.” Obi-Wan cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good.” 

Anakin’s hair was now covered in conditioner, as were his hands. Unwilling to dip them in the bathwater, so close to Anakin’s body, he opted to wipe them on the nearby hand towel with a grimace. Then he took up the comb, hoping for the best. It would be a shame to cut any of that beautiful hair.

As Obi-Wan gathered up the ends, his knuckles rubbed across the nape of Anakin’s neck. He felt rather than saw the damp skin erupt in gooseflesh, peach fuzz brushing softly against his fingers. 

Anakin didn’t move, nor did he make a sound when Obi-Wan began to comb through the tangles. Though he was as careful as he could be, the sharp tugs required to undo the worst of them must have been painful. But Anakin made no complaint but an occasional quick intake of breath. He just stared down at the water, quietly allowing Obi-Wan to see to him.

For the second time that night, Obi-Wan felt unsteady with realization. It suddenly occurred to him how petty his concerns had been. Whatever fear he’d experienced was infinitesimal compared to how Anakin must be feeling right now, in the house of a near stranger with no way of ascertaining his intentions. 

Anakin was hurt and alone. Naked and vulnerable. 

And yet somehow he trusted Obi-Wan to be near him, to touch him. 

He had to let Anakin know that his trust was not misplaced. That Obi-Wan would protect him, take care of him. That he was safe. 

Still moving the comb in steady strokes, he searched for the right words. 

“Anakin— I want you to know that, well... I’m in your corner, alright? Whatever is going on, whatever kind of trouble you’re in, you have me on your side.” 

“No, you’re not,” said Anakin in a hollow voice. “You don’t know.” 

Obi-Wan hummed as he finished undoing a particularly nasty snarl. 

“I know you won’t give me details, but answer me this. Did you hurt someone? Beyond the bounds of self defense, I mean,” he added hastily. 

“No, but—” 

Obi-Wan continued, speaking over him. “And do you plan to hurt me?” 

“Of course not.” The response carried just a tinge of defensive fire, making Obi-Wan smile. 

“Then you have me on your side, for whatever you might need.” 

Anakin flicked at the bathwater dispiritedly. “What does it matter? I’ll be gone tomorrow, anyway.” 

A sudden, overwhelming surge of protectiveness made his hand involuntarily tighten in Anakin’s hair. No, he wanted to say. You’ll stay here, with me, where you’re safe. 

That was something he had no right to decide or even ask. Obi-Wan mastered himself, loosening his grip and clenching his jaw until he was sure something less wildly inappropriate would come out. 

“That doesn’t have to be the case,” he said tentatively, beginning to comb again. He was working on the front pieces now, nearly finished.  “Not if you don’t want it to be.” 

“I... I don’t understand.” 

“If you wish to leave, of course I won’t stand in your way. But should you need a place to stay... it can be here. For as long as you need.” 

Anakin’s ears flattened. “Don’t say that!” he snapped, then almost inaudibly added, “You don’t mean that.” 

“I do,” said Obi-Wan gently. 

“You don’t,” Anakin whispered. He hunched forward in the tub, wrapping his arms around his knees in a tight, self-protective hold. 

“I do, but there’s no need to decide yet.” Obi-Wan said lightly, setting aside the comb. “Let’s just get this all rinsed out, shall we?” 

If Anakin wouldn’t stay, he could at least do his best to take care of him until he left. Obi-Wan opened the tap again, letting more warm water flow into the bathtub, and gently guided Anakin underneath. Anakin was pliant under his hands, allowing Obi-Wan to tilt his head this way and that as he rubbed gently at his scalp.

The ears presented a problem again. There was nothing for it but to carefully lift them, one by one, so he could scrub underneath. Obi-Wan thought they were by far the softest thing he’d ever felt. 

His fingers moved of their own volition, stroking for a split second until the ear twitched under his touch and he remembered himself. If Anakin made a sound, it was lost beneath the roar of water.

Finally, Anakin’s hair was clean, hanging back from his face in a sopping curtain. Obi-Wan regretfully eased his head forward and let go, deprived of the excuse to touch. 

What would happen now, he wondered. He could, should, dry off his hands and take his leave, show Anakin where to sleep and get some rest himself, and then...? It seemed all too clear, what he would find in the morning. An empty bed, an empty house. Anakin in the wind again, this time maybe forever. 

The thought was intolerable. 

Obi-Wan had to try. He dug deep to find the magic words, the perfect words that would convince Anakin to stay, and found nothing but the truth. 

It went against every instinct to say it, but it was the only card he had left to play. 

“About my offer,” he ventured, sitting back on his heels. 

“Yeah?” Anakin mumbled into his knees. 

“I wanted to let you know that, well... I would like it. If you stayed.” 

“W-what?” Anakin’s head lifted and his ears twitched slightly.

“It would make me happy. I—” Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “I want you to stay.” 

He pressed his lips together, leaving the words to hang without any qualifiers or equivocations, even as the seconds stretched with no response. And then, in the stillness, Anakin began to tremble. 

“Anakin? What’s the matter, please tell me, I didn’t mean to upset you.” As if drawn by a magnet, Obi-Wan reached out a hand and rested it comfortingly on Anakin’s shoulder. It only shook more under his touch, and Anakin gasped in a harsh breath as silent sobs wracked his body. 

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan continued frantically, “You don’t have to stay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want... I’m sorry.” 

He knew he shouldn’t be touching Anakin, not when he’d overstepped like this, so he began to pull away— and froze, shocked, when a warm, wet hand wrapped around his own, keeping it in place. Holding it. 

Without warning and far too quickly, Anakin spun to face him. A tremendous surge of water drenched the floor and Obi-Wan’s pants. But he barely noticed, not as Anakin, very wet and very naked, leaned over the side of the tub and threw his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. 

Anakin was hugging him. Obi-Wan froze in shock, but he didn’t seem to notice. He only sobbed harder, burying his face in Obi-Wan’s sweater. 

Obi-Wan couldn’t remember the last time someone had held him this tightly. The sharp points of Anakin’s claws grazed his back, and a silky ear tickled his skin. 

Slowly, tentatively, his arms lifted to return the embrace. He wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands, and settled for placing one on the middle of Anakin’s back, the other in his hair. 

“Shh...” he found himself whispering. “Shh... there, there.” He could hear Anakin crying now, choked breaths endlessly chasing each other out of his throat.  “I’m here, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

Obi-Wan ran his fingers through Anakin’s damp curls, over and over, scratching lightly against his scalp. He held him, with no thoughts but to comfort him, to soothe whatever pain had him so undone. Slowly, slowly, the wracking sobs subsided, leaving Anakin hiccuping and sniffling into his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” he repeated, even as Anakin slipped out of his arms to curl in on himself once again, as floppy eared and despondent as before. 

This time, though, something felt different. A lingering warmth, the ghost of a touch, that perhaps stood a chance at melting the many barriers between them. 

Red-rimmed eyes flicked up to meet Obi-Wan’s, just for a moment. 

“Okay,” said Anakin. “I’ll stay.”

[builder051]

some things never change

Chasing ghosts

Warnings for mentions of alcohol/drug use and SA

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James wakes in the LaZBoy in the corner lf the living room, his head barely supported by the throw pillow jammed between the chair's arm and cushioned back. Light streams through the cheap blinds. James wonders what time it is. Then, vaguely, what day it its.

He rubs his eyes, which feel full of the haze of leftover burning smoke. His mouth tastes like smoke, too. Sort of like tobacco. A little like weed. He's evidentially been partying, even though that's not typically his thing. At least, not anymore.

James stretches and punches in the chair's footrest with his heels. It makes a popping sound, and that arouses a gran from the sofa across the rom.

"God, you're fucking loud," a small, hoarse voice complains.

"Tash?" James squints to distinguish her mop of red hair from the mound of quilts and afghans. There's a trash bin on ghe floor near what would appear to be Tasha's head. James assumes she's been partying too. Maybe she's the reason he's been partying in the first place.

"Hmph," the pile of blankets replies. James takes it as an affirmative.

"Ok." James pushes to his feet. Dizziness threatens to send him reeling for a moment, but he manages to shuffle into the kitchen and pour water into the coffeepot before his stomach bottoms out and he retches into the sink.

James's mouth and nose burn with bile, and he stifles a hacking cough.

"You ok?" Someone asks from behind James's shoulder.

James tries to keep his natural fight or flight response at bay whilst also stopping another dry retch before it finds its way into his throat. "Huh?" he says quickly. "I-- I'm--"

"Buck," Steve murmurs apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok," James chokes. He swallows hard and forces a smile.

Steve looks at him a little doubtfully. Then furrows his brows in an expression of real concern.

"What happened last night?" he asks in a low voice.

"I'm..." James swallows again, then turns back to the sink and spits. "Still trying to figure that out."

"You came home at two-thirty," Steve offers. "If that helps."

James shrugs. "My guess is that the supposed knight in shining armor wound up getting... pretty busted up."

"You're not all beat up, though," Steve says. "And you weren't that out of it. James is sure he's giving the mildest report humanly possible.

"I know I was high," James immediately admits, putting up his hands in honest innocence. "On what, I have practically no idea."

Regular cigarettes and pot can usually blur the edges for him a little, but it takes something heavier to drop him on his ass. Prescription grade, at least. Though he doesn't explicitly tell Steve that.

"Well," Steve says, glancing toward the living room to see Tasha's current grade of consciousness. "If you were high, she was fucking blitzed." Steve pauses. "And I don't know if it's, like, a thing, or something. I've never partied like that, but--"

"Just spit it out," James says with a sigh, taking the towel from the handle of the dishwasher to wipe his face.

"She didn't have any pants." Steve looks fairly mortified. "Like, you had her all covered with your jacket, like a dress, and all..." He trails off.

That partially explains why there are so many blankets on the sofa. Also why there are no sounds of the laundry machines tumbling all traces of last night out of Tasha's scant clothes.

"Meh." James shrugs. He puts the towel back. "Happens sometimes. Especially if there's something like... an unplanned interruption."

Steve takes a deep breath. "Wow." Then, "If you knew it was, well, that kind of party, why'd you let her go?"

"No question of letting her," James says, suddenly exhausted. "She's 18. She can make her own decisions."

"But, alcohol?" Steve ask. "Drugs? Guys?"

"She doesn't like guys," James says quickly, and with a snarky smile.

"But she was, obviously, well, you know--"

"Transactional," James says. "At least that's probably how it started." He looks into the living room to see if Tasha has stirred any more, which she hasn't. Drunken wakings are like that-- coming and going a bit before one knows what's really real. He hopes that's where Tasha is right now.

James glances at Steve, who still has the same curious look. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"y

"No," Steve says, "But--?"

"Well, share your body and I'll share my drugs is one thing." It still brings a disgusted look to James's face. "But when you go in there to get her and she's naked and trying to break her own thumb to escape the handcuffs and the second guy's dropping his pants to take his turn..." James squeezes his eyes shut. He feels sick all over again, though he's already emptied the contents of his stomach.

"You want to take her in?" Steve suggests, his eyes wide. "Do a kit or something?"

"You can ask her when she gets up," James says doubtfully. "But if she's behaving anything like her regular self, she's gonna say she agreed to the first guy, and all he's guilty of is being rough. I'm pretty sure I punched the second guy out before he got on her.

"That's just..." Steve pauses..."Nuts. That you know this. That you aren't freaking out about this."

"Yeah, well, I learned pretty quickly that there better be specific relevant details when I first tried taking her to the ER after she turned 18. Hadn't moved out of the home yet, but was still trying to party like a college singleton."

"How'd you... take that?" Steve finally asks.

"Went with her when I could. Surveilled from a distance when she wouldn't let me. Only took her to the ER once after a rough one, and I found out real quick that statutory didn't apply anymore. Of course she agreed she'd consented, and I was the one who looked like a fool."

"What're you doing?" a miserable voice comes from the vicinity of the living room. "Are you talking about me?"

"Shit," James mutters. He wonders if she heard him talking about last night. He hopes not, lest she think he's broken some kind of unspoken sibling confidentiality rule of which they have yet to factor Steve into as something between boyfriend and brother-in-law. “Morning, Tash,” he says, giving Steve a glare that’s clearly meant to say their previous conversation is strictly under wraps.

“Hi.” Tasha slowly gets to her feet from her couch bed, still wearing the bottom blanket as a sort of toga dress over James’s backward hoodie. She stumbles a little, and James practically runs to keep her from falling, even though he’s not completely steady himself.

“Hey,” Tasha groans, grasping James’s arm as he pulls her into a hug. “I feel gross.” She pulls away, holding her hand an inch or so in front of her mouth.

“Yeah, I’m not all sunshine and daisies myself,” James admits.

“What were you rolling on?” Tasha asks skeptically. “Tylenol?”

“Tash, be serious, please.” James wants to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t want to exacerbate his current headache.

“Oxy?” Tasha tries again.

“Hey,” Steve snaps, suddenly up with the program.

“Don’t worry about it,” James tells him. “My privacy really isn’t the issue here.”

“So you were finally giving in to your cravings.” Tasha touches her tongue to her upper lip.

“So maybe I was.” James does his best not to let anger creep into his voice. He goes with cold, hard honesty instead. “I actually can’t remember what the fuck I took last night. Did. Drank.” James runs his hand through his hair.

“The sink says Guinness,” Steve supplies. “And your clothes say weed.”

James nods. It’s a fair enough assessment. He’s pretty sure pills were involved as well, lest it not be his type of party. The oxy makes sense. He probably rolled a little ecstasy with it, as he thinks he recalls lying on the couch in the house for some unknown period of time before reality set back in and he had to find Tasha.

Lying on the couch. That’s what Tasha ought to be doing right now. More drugs than what piped through James have probably hit her miniscule system. The fact that shey’s up, no matter how unsteady, seems to be a feat to be reckoned with.

“And what’re you on?” James asks, though he knows he’s unlikely to get an answer. At least an honest one.

“Same as you.” Tasha shrugs. “Maybe a little more. Maybe a little less.” She nudges the not exactly empty trash bin beside the couch with her foot. There isn’t much in it substance-wise, but the yellow bile at the bottom appears to be streaked with blood.

Broken capillaries at the back of the throat aren’t necessarily uncommon, James reminds himself, but the whole scene is a little unsettling. Sort of like the fact that she’s still wearing her temporary coat-and-blanket dress, making no move toward increased modesty. It’s as if the partying of the previous night has, for both of them, brought on exhaustion and an expulsion of cold, hard honesty. Something of the type James is more likely to spill; something mature that implies she’s out-aged the fun of the previous night.

It’s weird for Tasha, acting like the miniature grown-up that James knows she isn’t. But then he thinks back to the way he found her last night, and how he’s told her story to Steve without her express permission. Guilt fills James’s stomach, and he doesn’t feel beyond vomiting again. He just hopes Steve does have the sense not to let her know what he knows.

“Do you want to go to bed?” James asks Tasha, gesturing down the hall. “I don’t know what time it is, but it seems as good a time as any to crash.”

“Hm.” Tasha looks at him skeptically.

“I’ll get you some Tylenol. Gatorade, even.”

Tasha gives him a long, hard look that turns her skepticism into something else. James can nearly swear he sees tears at the corners of her eyes, but when he blinks, they’re gone.

“Can I bunk with you?” Tasha’s obvious attempt not to look teary gives her away, but now she seems congested as fuck, wiping her nose on the sleeve of James’s jacket.

“Yeah,” James replies, pulling two bottles of sports drink from the fridge, then putting his arm around Tasha. “Of course.”

“You do too much for me,” Tasha mutters into James’s shoulder. “I know you know it.”

James shrugs. He still feels a little on the toasted side himself, and, to be honest, his little sister’s warm comfort, no matter how binged or beaten, is a positive presence in his life. He wants her to be ok. It makes him ok. If one day she decides she’s not, they’ll handle it. Together. But for now, sleep is in order.

Tasha sandwiches herself between Steve and James in their not exactly spacious bed, stealing the covers and complaining of hot and cold in cycles as the drugs work their way out of her system. She clings to James, then to Steve for a while.

“She won’t freak out if she wakes up and I’m the one with her?” Steve asks conscientiously.

“No,” James replies with purpose. “You’re nice to her, and there’s nothing to be gained by banging you.” James smiles a bit to buffer the ragged truthfulness of the words, but Steve just sighs and nods.

“She’s never had an ‘older brother’s boyfriend,’ has she?” Steve asks.

James shakes his head

“I mean, like, some non-relative to take care of her.”

James raises his brows, but Steve quickly cuts in with a “you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, one that she’s not screwing or getting drugs from, or getting drugs for… There’s a reason so many of them in gangs, you know?” James says.

“You mean,” Steve starts. “She was—“

“Let’s pretend I didn’t bring that up.” James feels warm and sweaty, and Tasha’s unconscious body lies between them, lips subtly parted and hair draped wildly across the pillow.

“Ok,” Steve nods solemnly.

“Home life was tough. College seems like it’s maybe just as bad. Could be a little worse…” James shakes his head.

“And, well, you’re both better at picking at flaws on the other one,” Steve quietly points out

“Yeah,” James sighs. “That’s… probably the truest thing I’ve heard all night.”

“Hate to break it to you,” Steve says with a grin, “But it’s definitely morning. Maybe even noon by now.”

“Fucker…” James reaches over Tasha’s sleeping form to grasp Steve’s upper arm.

Steve shrugs. “Maybe. But I do suggest getting some sleep.” He nods down to Tasha’s curled, heavy-breathing frame.

“You’re kind of full of it, aren’t you?” James smiles. “Finding ways to take care of us?”

“Well, I have to somehow. And if it’s by throwing blankets on the couch and washing puke out of the sink, I’m here for it, I guess.”

“You’re—“

“Helpful?” Steve suggests, grinning. “Kind? Loving? Necessary?”

“Sure.” James reaches carefully over Tasha to give Steve a kiss on the cheek.

“Now,” Steve says, nuzzling James’s forehead as Tasha’s hair comes up to tickle his chin, “We get our well-deserved rest.”

[daddychims]

Offside Pt 11

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

You watch the three guys who are standing at three corners of the table, chalking their cues as they have the most intense stare battle of their life. The girl sitting beside you offers you a cigarette which you reject with a forced smile but quickly grab one of the bottles of beer that is sitting idly on the table and press it against your mouth to take a sip.

"So what's the bet of the night," Jimin asks, gaze travelling between the two guys "Don’t tell me you called me here without a bet."

"Of course not Park," Taehyung scoffs "I've got a good one for now. "

You furrow your eyebrows when he shifts his gaze to you, and you immediately choke on your beer staring between him and the two other guys "W-What?" You ask defensively

"The bet's on you, Sugar!" Taehyung offers and Jungkook nods confirming his words

"W-What?" you ask with lost eyes "What do you mean?"

"Whoever wins this game will get to drive you home!" Taehyung declares firmly as he glances back at Jimin

"Ooh creative," Jimin smirks "I like that!"

"Wait no," you quickly stand up to object "Joonie said he'll will be drop me off-" you turn around to have a look at the table where you last seen Jiwoo and Namjoon but your voice trails off as you find out about your bestfriend's betrayal

"They left the place 10 minutes ago," Jungkook states looking at you "While you were too busy …" he points at the table Jimin was grinding on you earlier and your cheeks turn red immediately

"I can get home on my own." you declare 

"Joonie Hyung will probably kill me if he knows I didn’t take you home," Jimin immediately rejects shaking his head "Also where is the fun in that?

"Am I here to entertain you?" You ask in disblief

"We're set," Jimin ignores your question as he looks at the other two

"Hey Hey," You call as you as you walk closer to the table "but I have a condition." The three of them nod in union and you're surprised that for the first time you see them agreeing on something. "You'll drop me at my place," you glance over Taehyung to Jungkook as you add "No funny business," you then bring your eyes to Jimin "No messing around!"

"Can I get a complementary neck massage?" Jimin raises his hand as if he's asking for permission with an excited tone

"Park," you sneer at the guy and he immediately laughs in response

"Fine, " Jimin replies before looking at the two other guys "I'm calling dibs on 10-15."

"That’s not fair," Taehyung pouts "13 is my lucky number!"

"You should work on your speed if you don’t want your things taken!" He smirks before pointing at you 

"Park," You hiss realising the "things" he's mentioning is a metaphore for you "I'm standing right here!"

"Sorry babe," he sends a wink your way "Just trying to teach the kids some life lesson here!"

"You better watch your mouth," Taehyung hisses "before I stick that cue up your ass and teach you a life lesson!"

"Ooh didn’t know you're into toys," Jimin laughs "Is that your way of compensating for your 3 seconds stamina?"

Taehyung is about to jump over the table to throw a punch when Jungkook finally speaks up

"Lets get this over and done with," he glances at Taehyung in an attempt distract the heated guy "1 to 5 or 5 to 10 Tae?"

"1 to 5," Taehyung replies through gritted teeth

"Alright!" Jungkook nods as he sets the small balls in the triangle before lifting the case up, the balls organized in a triangle ready for the game to start

You watch as Taehyung lean over the table, throwing a glare at Jimin across the table before breaking the balls.

"Nice shot!" Jimin compliments with a mischievous smile

Taehyung smirks as he walks away changing his angle, aiming for the number 13 which belongs to Jimin. As the cue hits the ball, it starts dancing around the table but misses its path into a pocket.

"Not so lucky hey," Jimin smirks as he watches Taehyung's defeated expression "What does it even stand for? 13 … 13 seconds?" he pauses as if he discovered something brilliant in his head "Is that the most you lasted boning someone?"

Taehyung clenches his jaw watching Jungkook walk past him, brushing an arm over his shoulder to calm him "Its for the time your dad lasted when he made you!" Taehyung spits back in response 

Jimin's expression immediately hardens and he's about to charge towards the guy when you quickly intervene 

"Hey, Hey," you scold as you knock on the wooden surface of the table "you two stop fighting right now!"

"He started!" Taehyung points at the guy across the table with a pout, as if he's wrongly accused 

“I don’t have all night for you two to fight,” you cross your arms across your chest, putting an end to their pointless banter “Now do you wanna continue playing or should I call Joonie?”

You don’t miss how Jungkook’s lips tug into a faint smile as the two guys pout in union like two kids scolded by their mom

“I guess I’m playing next!” He offers looking at you before leaning down and play his turn

The rest of the game goes on not much different than it started, Taehyung and Jimin constantly bickering while Jungkook silently plays, all his attention on the balls he scores in the holes one after another.

You can’t help but notice his familiar tactic he always uses on the field. Barely wasting any time to bluff or bicker with others but ends up owning the game in the end. And of course, this game is no exception.

“I guess the hiatus affected your skills, Park!”  Taehyung smirks as he high fives Jungkook “Aren’t you losing too often?”

Jimin rolls his eyes at the remark “You speak as if you’re any better, 13 seconds!” " his mocks as he scores another point, crushing Taehyung's ego

You run your finger to your temple giving it a slight massage. It’s a headache to be in the same room as the three guys. They are at each other’s throat whether it is soccer or just playing a stupid game like billiard and they make everything seem like their lives are at stake if they don’t claim the throne. There is always an unnecessary amount of men ego floating in the air for everyone around them including you.  

You watch how Jungkook's slender fingers moved slowly caressing the edge of the table as he watches Taehyung and Jimin play to win over the second and third spot, reassured that he’s scored his throne already like always.

You have to consciously stop yourself from imagining how many girls those fingers may have broken into pieces to build the guy’s reputation as the Hanguk’s golden boy.

“Looks like I won’t be getting any placebo effect tonight!” Jimin finally brings his eyes to you from the game, a bitter smirk tugging on the corner of his lips

You gulp, not losing the double meaning of his words considering earlier he elaborated on how exactly he wanted to squeeze the placebo effect out of you.

“I guess life doesn’t always go your way Park!” Jungkook speaks up this time, as he places his cue on the table and grabs his jacket  looking at you “Ready to go?”

“Y-Yeah!” you stutter, looking at his piercing eyes fixed on you

“I’ll see you next week,” Jimin calls waving at you with a smirk “Save up some of your placebo effect for then,” he warns, his smirk faltering as his demeanour changes to a more stern one “Be a good girl and don’t use it all up yeah?”

“W-What-“ you ask with a confused tone but before you can receive your answer Jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you to the stairs behind himself.

“Bye Sugar!” 

You hear Tae’s voice behind you but Jungkook walks so fast that you don’t even get the chance to turn around and bid him goodbye.

“You don’t have to drop me off,” You finally pause when you’re both outside the building, reaching his car “I can just take a taxi!” you suggest

“Why? Are you disappointed?” He asks, bringing his annoyed eyes to you “Did you want Jimin to drop you off?

“What? No! Of course not-“

“We made a bet, I won, so get in!” He orders before opening the door to his side and getting in the car

You furrow your eyebrows, pulling the handle of the passenger side and getting in the car. You watch as they guy starts the engine and starts driving off the parking while he reaches in the dashboard and grabs a small pen shaped object and presses it against his lips. You heart starts drumming faster in rage as the smoke circles around his face like a halo and you realise, he’s vaping.

“Are you serious?” You blurt out without even thinking  

He glances at you before inhaling deeply on the device and exhaling it out skilfully “What?”

“N-Nothing …” you immediately retract, realising the last time you commented on his smoking habits, things didn’t go very well

“No go on,” he nods “What are you judging me for this time?”

“I said nothing!” You insist lowering the window to avoid inhaling the secondhand smoke

“Now what? Are you so upset that Jimin lost the bet that you don’t wanna talk to me?” He asks and you finally lose you patience

“I’m judging you for that vape,” you snap in rage finally looking at him “and no, I’m actually happy Jimin didn’t win the bet …” you blurt out and his eyes widen, momentarily meeting yours and you immediately regret your words

“Really?” he asks intrigued, puffing a substantial amount of smoke out of his lungs

“Y-Yes, but that’s not important …” you quickly interject “Are you seriously smoking AND vaping? Are you really that desperate for lung cancer?”

“I told you before, my lungs are already fucked, they were since I was like 2,” he replies through gritted teeth “this wouldn’t really make a huge difference anyways.”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes frustrated at his response “Just smoke until you choke and die!”

“As if you care!” he murmurs barely audible, but you immediately pick it up and look at him

“Really? So now I don’t care?”

“Well obviously grinding on Park is much more of a priority for you right now,” he scoffs in rage “considering how you managed to break our promise in like two days!”

“W-What … I did not-“

“Oh right, I should have known you’d play smart,” he nods with a mocking tone “you promised you’d block him but didn’t promise you wouldn’t fuck him!”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt, blood boiling from his accusation “I wasn’t planning on fucking anyone! He was only there because Joon brought him along.”

“and that was probably me humping him in a room full of people around,” He scoffs “If only Tae didn’t suggest the game-“ He immediately stops and goes silent, pressing the vape on his lips and inhaling deeply before puffing the air out in frustration “Whatever …” 

You sigh watching him for a few seconds “I don’t really get why you and Tae overact about Park?” you finally break the silence

“I don’t get why you always have to be around him!” he spits back questioning you instead “Is he really worth it? The guys is like barely 4 inches,” he says in an enraged tone “and if he’s sent you dick pics that show otherwise, I have to burst your bubble! there are rumours that he photoshops his dick all the time!”

“What- how …” you stutter, cheeks blushing with every word that he speaks” How is Jimin’s genital coming into this!”

“Because his dick somehow is significant enough for you to break the Hanguk’s code and betray your team!”  

"You're so fucking dramatic, Oh My God!"  You sigh in defeat and look away, hoping this torturous car ride that resembles an interrogation room comes to an end soon 

Meanwhile Jungkook presses his foot on the pedal and speeds up the car, exhibiting his anger in a way other than yelling at you. You finally release a sigh in relief as your house comes to view and you reach to  unbuckle your belt as Jungkook’s car comes to stop. You’re struggling with the clip when a small gasp leaves your throat as he turns over to you and hovers against your body

“Jeon-“

“Look, We had a deal,” he states sternly as he rests his hand on yours stopping your fiddle with the belt “I take my medications until the finals, you stay away from Park Jimin,” his tongue pokes to the corner of his cheek as he stares at you with a disappointed look “You can’t play dirty!”

“W-well if you actually listened to me-”

“Fine, tonight wasn’t your choice, I got it,” he nods in a frustrated tone “but next time you see that punk, you need to turn around and walk the opposite way, Alright?”

You want to agree with his suggestion immediately, its not like you’re dying to hang around SNU’s famous Casanova anyways. but your eyes glaze over the object in his hand and immediately you change your mind “This wasn’t part of the deal,” you mutter in a firm tone

“What?” he furrows his eyebrows looking at you

“If you’re gonna add conditions to our deal, I should add conditions too!”

“What condition?” He asks, a bit taken off guard by your sudden proposition

“No smoking or vaping till the games,” you reply with a stern tone “Or I wont promise I wont be hanging around Park.”

“What- “he scoffs in disbelief

“The medication will be more effective if you stop smoking!” You explain with a serious tone

“That’s what you want in return?” He asks with a lost tone

“Yes!” you nod determined

Jungkook gulps, a tint of amusement colouring his gaze on you. He rests his weight against your body in silence before unclipping your seatbelt and finally pulling away from your seat

“Fine!” he nods, avoiding making any eye contact with you

“Really?” your lips curve into a smile “you said it,” you raise your point finger at him “no going back on this! If I find out you’ve been smoking behind my back, our deal is gone okay?”

He finally glances at you, squinting his eyes as if he’s trying to figure you out “I said fine,” he mutters in a flustered tone “I don’t break my deals like someone!”

“Of course you don’t,” you roll your eyes at his remark “Thanks for the ride!” you turn around to leave his car as you add

“Wait,” he calls, and you turn around but immediately regret as he travels the space between you and cages you between himself and your seat again “This isn’t the only ride you can thank me for, you know!” he flashes a suggestive smirk 

“W-What …”

��If you want, I’ll let you ride me this time,” he traps his bottom lips between his teeth with a seductive smile “You just have to be a good girl and ask for it!”

“J-Jeon,” you speak up, trying to compose yourself against his seductive remarks “I said no funny business!”

“I’m sure it’ll be one hell of a ride,” He murmurs in a husky tone, eyes darkening in lust “Why don’t you give it a try?”

You blink rapidly, hating your drumming heart and the fact that you consider his offer for a second before finally muttering “Thank you for the offer,” you flash a fake smile “But this will be the last ride I ever had with you Jeon!” you then push him aside and open the door as you run towards your house, missing his final words

“We’ll see about that …”

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The Mantiqueen Menace

Part three of my Captain Nova/Grimm series. Here on AO3

“Hey Captain, you got a sec?”

Nova turned from where she was writing Grimm at her terminal to Nyoka’s entrance into her quarters.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve been asked to take care of a problem mantiqueen and I could use some backup.”

Nova paused. It was technically their day off and mantiqueens were second only to primals in the Things-Nova-would-like-to-avoid list but she wasn’t one to refuse help to her friends and she couldn’t let Nyoka go alone.

“Sure, we can take a little detour. We will see if we can convince one of the others to come too. Just let ADA know where we are headed. Wait, where are we headed?

Nyoka just smiled at her and as she turned to leave, called back over her shoulder, “Stellar Bay.”

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“Grimm!” 

As soon as the lift reached the ground, Nova was throwing herself into Grimm’s waiting arms, squealing in delight as he swung her around in a circle.

Nyoka just rolled her eyes at the couple but the corner of her mouth turned up, just a bit.

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“Mr. Sanjar somehow found out what you guys were doing today and it may have been suggested that he send someone to help you guys and I may have volunteered.”

Nova squealed in delight. She and Grimm never got to see each other as much as they wanted and the prospect of getting to spend time together, even working, was wonderful news.

 “I'm not gonna turn down another gun. Glad to have you, Grimm.” Nyoka patted him on the shoulder as she walked by, heading into town. “I need to refill my ammo. Meet me by the gate.” 

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"So what's the plan?" asked Grimm.

Nyoka stopped and turned towards him. "When we find it, we split up and surround her. Should keep her confused and distracted. Takes a lot of bullets to bring one down and with only three of us we have to be smart about it."

"Why are there only three of us? Where are the others?"

“That one’s on Nova.”

Nova sighed. "I had already promised everyone a day off and no one was willing to give it up." 

Sighing again, she held out her left hand, tapping each finger with her right pointer as she listed off her crew.  “Max wanted to catch up on some reading, Felix had a date, Parvati was working on some upgrades to the ship, ADA insisted that SAM clean her terminal, don't ask, and Ellie straight up laughed in my face. Almost punched her." The last part was said almost affectionately, as she shook her head and smiled.

Nova and Ellie had a weird relationship and Grimm had yet to decide if they were friends or not. It seemed to vary from day to day. Or maybe he just didn't get their friendship.

“Come on you two, less chatter,” scolded Nyoka who had already started walking again. “You’re gonna announce our arrival to everything in a two mile radius.”

“Yes ma’am,” they replied in unison. This time it was Nyoka who sighed.

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Their plan worked perfectly, at first. Attacks coming from three directions kept the mantiqueen confused and she kept spinning around, never getting too close to any of them until Nova’s gun jammed.

As soon as her shots stopped, the queen spun around and charged at her.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Nova turned to run, scrambling to get her shotgun off her back but it was too late. She tried to dodge the attack but the creature was too fast, swinging its clawed arm, slicing her across the back and knocking her to the ground. She didn’t move.

“NOVA!!!” screamed Grimm. 

Without thinking, he sprinted towards them and threw his armored body over Nova. The mantiqueen raised her claw again but a well-aimed shot from Nyoka blew a chunk of the arm off. The creature screeched in pain and rage and turned toward her, Grimm and Nova now forgotten. 

"Get her out of here," she ordered and Grimm wasted no time in complying, scooping up Nova and bolting to the relative safety of a nearby rock formation. He could hear Nyoka scream followed by a hailstorm of bullet fire. He hoped she would be okay by herself but Nova was his focus right now. He lay her gently down on her stomach and cut away the rest of her ruined jacket and shirt. 

The wound was nasty, and blood was pouring from it and a gash on her forehead but he had to push away the fear for her and focus. He slid into his training seamlessly and grabbed Nova’s med kit out of her bag. 

He stared down in horror as he realized she only had one adreno for her emergency medical inhaler. Dammit Nova. How could she not have checked her supply before going after a mantiqueen?!

He used it and after what seemed an agonizing eternity, he could see the bleeding begin to slow. He needed to get her back to town as soon as possible but at least she was out of immediate danger. 

He dressed her wound with gauze to keep it clean and dared to peek around the rock just as Nyoka finally brought the thing down. The second it hit the ground she came running towards them.

“How is she?”

“She only had enough adreno to get her halfway. Do you have any more?”

“I got one. Didn’t have enough for another after ammo. I get paid after it's done. Don’t wanna pay me and then have me die.”

He hit her with it and then gently scooped her into his arms.

“Let’s go.”

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They made it back to town in half the time it had taken them to get there. They considered taking her to the doc in town but ultimately decided to return to the Unreliable and Ellie’s care.

“Ellie!” Nyoka screamed up the stairs as she had Grimm follow her up them to the mess. Ellie’s head popped out of her room as they reached the top and her eyes widened at the sight of a lifeless Nova in Grimm’s arms. 

“What the fuck happened?”

“Mantiqueen got her good and we only had two adreno. She has a nasty gash on her head too. I think she hit it on something when she went down.”

“Goddammit Nova!” Ellie had reminded her before they left to get more but clearly she had forgotten. She could tell you every detail about every hunk of junk she collected but couldn’t remember to have enough medical supplies on hand.

“Lay her on the table.”

She dug around in her med bag and pulled out two more adreno and loaded them into her inhaler.

“Grimm, get me something to clean her up with. Nyoka, go grab a blanket to cover her up. I’ll get these bloody clothes off her.”

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She had just finished washing the last of the blood off her skin when Nova’s eyes finally opened.

Grimm, who had been sitting next to her, holding her hand, noticed first.

“Nova! You’re awake! How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been trampled by a herd of primals.”

“Just one mantiqueen and you are lucky to still be breathing, although you are gonna be sporting a nasty new scar as a reminder.”

“I’m touched by your concern, Ellie Bellie.”

Ellie, for once, ignored the hated nickname. “What were you thinking going out with that few adreno?!”

Nova winced at her tone. 

“Can we not yell?  I’ve got a splitting headache.”

“That’s because you cracked your head on something and probably have a concussion.”

“You are welcome to chew me out later but please can we not do this now?”

Ellie wanted to scream, No! We are doing this now, but one look at Nova and all the fight went out of her. Even with the adreno, her body had been through a traumatic injury and it had left her drained and with a brand new scar as a reminder of it forever. She sighed.

“Just get some rest. Grimm can carry you to bed, “ she replied before she walked back to her room and shut the door.

She turned to Grimm, who had remained silent through all of that. “You ok?” she asked tentatively.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

The nonanswer bugged her but she let it go, wrapping the blanket around her and letting him scoop her into his arms. They remained silent for the short trip to her room and he set her down on her bed. He turned and she reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Don’t go,” she whispered. 

He squeezed her hand with his. ”I need to take my armor back and report in. I’ll be back right after.”

She nodded in understanding, immediately regretting the movement and lay down to wait.

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She was asleep by the time he returned but his approaching footsteps woke her.

“Grimm?” she called out, her voice heavy with sleep.

“I’m here.” He sat down at the edge of her bed and took her hand, interlacing their fingers.

She waited for him to say something and when he finally did, it was almost too quiet to hear.

“Please don’t do that to me again.”

“It’ll take more than a mantiqueen to take me out,” she said, chuckling. Grimm didn’t find it funny.

“Dammit Nova!” he shouted, causing Nova to jump slightly. It was the first time she had ever heard him raise his voice and she couldn’t keep her shock from showing.  He sighed heavily and stood up before continuing much softer. “You almost died and I couldn’t do anything. I feel like I failed you.”

“Is that how you see it?” She wrapped the blanket around her and stood to wrap her arms around him. “No, Grimm. We were going hunting today no matter what. You going with us is the only reason I’m no worse off than a nasty new scar on my back. You SAVED me.”

She reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand and he covered it with his own, holding it in place.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he whispered as he wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tight.

She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t promise him she wouldn’t be in danger again, that she wouldn’t get hurt again. That wasn’t something anyone could promise. 

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.” 

She remained quiet, instead leaning forward and kissing him, pouring everything she couldn’t say into it.

His hand dropped from holding hers against his cheek to her waist and pulling her even tighter against him. Her arms snaked their way around his neck as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding between his lips.

The blanket slipped away as his hands slowly slid up her naked back until his fingertips accidentally brushed against the raw skin of her scar and she winced, pulling away from him slightly and effectively dumping a bucket of cold water on him as he was brought back to reality.

“Shit!” he cursed, dropping his arms and stepping back from her. “I’m sorry.”

He bent down and retrieved the blanket for her, carefully wrapping it back around her naked body. “You are supposed to be resting. Doctor’s orders.”

She wanted to argue but he was right. Now wasn’t the time for that. “Will you stay?”

“As you wish.”

He helped her get settled in bed and kissed her forehead before taking a seat on the floor. He’d slept in worst positions.

“You can sleep in the bed. It’d be tight but we could make it work.”

“Nova…” he started to argue with her, remind her she was injured but one look in her eyes and he froze. He could see the fear hiding behind them, mirroring the fear he had felt. She didn’t want to be alone. “Move over.”

She smiled in relief and shifted so he could climb in bed behind her, his back pressed against the wall. She turned to face him, using his arm as a pillow, and snuggled into his chest. He carefully wrapped his other arm around her waist, mindful of her scar.

His legs were a little cramped but the feeling of her in his arms, pressed up against him far outweighed any discomfort he felt.

“Goodnight Nova.”

“Goodnight Grimm.”

Nova was asleep almost immediately. The safety and warmth of Grimm was too soothing to fight. He on the other hand, lay awake a bit longer just holding her as she slept, reminding himself that she was fine. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in her smell until the rhythmic sound of her breathing lulled him finally to sleep. It was the best night’s sleep either of them had ever had.

[overlordjamesmoorehq]

I always want to promote that sex and BDSM be practiced as safely as possible to avoid unnecessary risks and minimize unwanted pain. To make aftercare and sex safety more accessible for everyone, I have put together BDSM survival kits that I will be giving out to everyone here. I do suggest that you add to this, because everyone is different. Your lifestyle may require other things.

An example of something unique to every person that should always be in their BDSM survival kit is Emergency Information. In times of emergency, you need to have information prepared. Keep a list of nearby hospitals, doctors, and sexual health centers in your kit if you’re not here at Dalton, which has all of the above. Also keep a list of medications each partner is taking, as well as any other important health information (blood type, emergency contact information, known illnesses, procedures, mental disorders, etc.).

This is just a list of suggestions and should not be considered to be medical advice of any kind. I am speaking from experience about things that you may find useful to have around for safety’s sake. Always take proper precautions when playing with risky kinks or dangerous equipment.

Condoms: Always keep extra condoms in your sexual safety kit, even if you use other forms of birth control in case your usual form of birth control is ineffective due to missing a pill, etc.

Dental Dams: Used for oral stimulation of the vulva or anus, dental dams are good to have around in case you need them. You can also cut the tip off a condom and slit it lengthwise for a DIY dental dam.

Gloves: Gloves are a great safety item for vaginal or anal fingering/fisting. Especially good in cases where one partner is menstruating. Be sure you have non-latex gloves if your partner has an allergy.

Lubricant: A small bottle of water-based lube is good to have around for assistance during vaginal or anal sex. It can also be used as a massage aid during aftercare.

Wet Wipes: I suggest keeping a pack of sex toy wipes or even baby wipes near the bed for an easy clean-up after sex.

Bandages: Keep a box of various-sized Band-Aids in your kit in case of scratches or cuts during a scene.

Gauze Pads: For open wounds, have sterile gauze around to apply pressure and stop bleeding. Remember to wear gloves when giving first aid!

Ace Bandage: For common sprains such as the wrist and ankle during sex, keep an ace bandage in your kit.

Scissors/Knife: Super important when doing bondage scenes for a quick release from ropes.

Water/Sports Drink: Perfect for rehydrating and calming down after a scene. Tops and bottoms should always take breaks for water after playing!

Burn Cream: When playing with hot wax or fire, a tube of burn cream is a good thing to have around in case of accidents.

Sharps Bin: Playing with needles or disposable scalpels? Don’t just throw these items in the trash. Dispose of them properly by keeping a sharps bin in your play-space.

Cold Pack: To bring down the swelling after impact play, apply cold to the area.

Hot Pack: To increase blood flow after impact, apply heat to the area. This results in deeper bruises for those of you who like showing off.

Spare Keys: When using handcuffs or padlocks, keep an extra set of keys in your safety kit. You never know when you’re going to need an immediate release from bondage.

Pain Reliever: For minor pains and aches, have a bottle of pain reliever around. Great for headaches that occur due to endorphin rushes after intense scenes. Keep in mind that pain killers like aspirin and ibuprofen are blood-thinners, so don’t do needle-play or blood-play after taking these medications.

Emergency Contraceptive: While expensive to have around, emergency contraceptive is a great thing to keep in your safety kit if you can afford it. Remember that these expire so always keep it up to date!

Pregnancy Tests: To keep pregnancy concerns at bay, I suggest keeping a handful of tests in your safety kit to avoid rushing out for new tests if you’re an anxious person like me. Drug store brands are just as effective as brand name, and are way cheaper!

Lotion: Keep a bottle of lotion in your kit to soothe your partner after a scene. Unscented is best for red bottoms or with people who have allergies but for an aftercare massage over unbroken skin, try a relaxing scent. Avoid using lotion on broken skin.

Sweet Snack: Snacks are important for bringing the body’s blood sugar back to normal after a scene—especially those involving needles or blood. Be very careful and make sure this level is kept healthy when playing with a diabetic partner.

[holeinotomemind]

MLQC Fanfic: Hearts of Storm - Ch 6 - Turning Point

WARNING: NSFW/18+ fic. No smut this chapter. Dub/non-con, eventual 3P, spoilers, long dragged out fic and angst. Not morally correct. Turn away if this is not your thing. Pairing: Shaw x MC, Gavin x MC, Shaw x MC x Gavin AO3 Link: [here]

Notes: [See full notes on AO3] Catch up post. Big thanks to Lutz and sushikitty (aka Aelyxandra) for betaing this chapter again! A longer chapter here. Gotta repair some damage I caused before things can move on. So we're still in plot territory.

Yui leaned forward to wipe the steam off the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, this time cleared of the blood and dirt that covered her before she stepped into the shower.

She couldn’t remember exactly how she got here. She was in a state of shock when Shaw led her away from the scene and by the time she realized, she was already at one of his workshops. Now, only her sore arms told the story of how tightly she must have held onto him during what was no doubt a high-speed skateboard trip.

“Get cleaned up. Don’t get my workshop dirty and stinky.” He said contemptuously, throwing her a towel along with some fresh clothes, before practically dumping her inside the bathroom.

She was going to protest until she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was grey, covered in dust and her dress, hands, and legs stained dark red from the dried blood. She looked like she stepped out of a horror movie, except the horror was real.

Now that she scrubbed herself clean in the shower, she felt a bit calmer than before. Though still sporting hollowed cheeks and dark circles from the lack of food and sleep in the previous few days, she looked a bit more like herself.

She stared at the clothes sitting on top of the vanity. A black t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She didn’t realize earlier, but neither of the items was for women and, judging by their size, they probably belonged to Shaw. She didn’t want to put them on. Wearing a man’s clothes denotes some kind of intimacy between them. She didn’t want that intimacy.

Picking up her dress, she contemplated putting it back on, but the bloodstains and the ripped holes reminded her too much of the earlier carnage.

Sighing, she discarded the dress into the garbage and reluctantly put on Shaw’s t-shirt and shorts.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Shaw looked up from his phone and immediately burst out in laughter.

Yui stared daggers at him. Of course, she knew how ridiculous she looked in his clothes. His fitted t-shirt engulfed her, its neckline so wide one side almost fell off her shoulder and its helm reaching her mid-thighs. The shorts, luckily, had a string to tie around its waist to prevent it from falling off her hips, but it wore so long on her that they covered her knees.

A red object flew towards her. Yui barely had time to reflexively hold out her hands to catch it before it hit her face.

A can of Coca Cola.

“Drink.” He jerked his chin towards it before he took a sip from his own glass while standing in the kitchen.

Yui had a feeling he was drinking his favorite Coca Cola mixed with Pepsi again. She tried it before but didn't see the appeal. It tasted just like Coke.

Shaw’s workshop was more like a studio apartment than anything, fully equipped with a kitchen, a bathroom, a bed, a sofa, and a TV. The only thing that made it a workshop was the large table in one corner with a computer and some machinery that she didn’t recognize.

She didn’t ask him what they were for; didn’t think she would want to know.

Walking over to the living area, she sat on the sofa against the graffitied wall. She was thankful that Shaw protected her, saving her from the horrendous scene of the explosion, but she was still uncomfortable with being so close to him. She wanted to put some distance between them.

Pulling out her phone, she checked the news. The incident dominated the headlines of multiple media outlets, but other than reporting the preliminary number of injuries and deaths still under investigation, no insights were revealed.

“There was a total of seven bombs,” Shaw said casually as he dug through a cupboard.

“Seven?” She exclaimed. Did more people get hurt or killed? Did Gavin get hurt?

“The NW took care of the rest. No further injuries.” He told her as if reading her mind.

Yui sighed in relief. She didn’t know how Shaw got his information, but having worked with him for over half a year, she knew she could trust the integrity of it. Still, she worried about Gavin.

Gavin was built to protect. Even if he was physically unharmed, he would surely blame himself for not being able to prevent so many innocents from injury and death. In the past, she was able to stay by his side to share his burden, but now, he was alone, by himself.

She was so deep in thought when Shaw suddenly plopped down on the other side of the sofa that she almost jumped.

“They timed it for maximum casualties. Hard to say if they had a specific person in mind as their target though.” Compared to the seriousness of the issue discussed, his tone was casual, almost relaxed. But the dangerous glint in his eyes made her wonder if, deep inside, he was just as upset about the bombing as she was.

“Who would have done something like that?” She continued the conversation while attempting to move away from him discreetly, trying to put some distance between them.

He frowned at her action as he quickly reached out to grab her, his long fingers encircled her delicate wrist. “What are you backing up for?”

“Let go! What are you trying to do?” Yui yelled, turning her wrist the way Gavin taught her when they did the self-defense shoot.

Knowing exactly what she was trying to do, Shaw easily diffused her movements. Her wrists remained firmly in his grasp.

“Trying to patch you up.” He chuckled amusingly. “What did you think I was going to do?”

“Huh?” It was only then that she noticed the first aid kit he laid out on the coffee table and the tweezer he was holding with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball at the end. She felt awkward for overreacting, but considering what had happened between them only a few days ago, she was hardly to blame. “I… I can do it myself.”

“Stop struggling.” He held on tighter without hurting her, that amused smile still plastered on his face. “It’s not like you can break away anyway.”

Yui was still not quite comfortable with his proximity but knew he spoke the truth. If the self-defense moves Gavin taught her didn’t work on Shaw, she had no chance of getting away from him. Giving up, she sighed and let him treat the cuts on her hand and forearm.

It stung a bit when he applied the alcohol to her wound, but she could feel that he was taking care not to hurt her unnecessarily.

She didn’t understand him. Shaw could be selfish. Often, he did whatever he wanted without the consideration of others, but at times like these, he was surprisingly gentle. She wondered if there was a side of him that she didn’t know or didn’t care to get to know before because she was so absorbed in her own grief of losing Gavin.

“Was it because of me not picking up the phone?” She asked softly after a long moment of staring at the lavender-colored hair on the top of his head.

“What was?”

“The information I got from working in the amusement park. It didn’t specify the location, no?” Her fingers unconsciously curled to hold on to his, stopping him from applying antiseptic cream on her wounds. “You were calling me to try to get me back in there to get that information, no?”

Yui could feel his hands froze for a moment before he lifted his head to stare straight into her eyes. Those amber eyes seemed to be able to look right through her. She felt naked with all her vulnerabilities exposed under his gaze, but she refused to look away. The questions had been eating away at her since she was at the scene of the explosion. She needed to know.

Instead of a straight answer, she got a flick on her forehead.

“Ouch! What did you do that for?” Rubbing her forehead, she complained.

“For being dumb,” Shaw took her wrist again, pulling her hand back down before wrapping gauze around her injured hands. “Haven’t I told you I have other informants?”

“But I was the one who got the original information. It would have been easier if I got back in than to send someone else to start all over again.”

“Guess you really didn’t notice him.”

“Him? You mean you sent more than just me there?”

“You think I’d send you in by yourself?” He arched his broken eyebrow and gave her a look that screamed “duh”.

Yui frowned. She wasn’t sure if he meant that he wouldn’t send her in by herself because it was an important mission and he didn’t want to risk her messing it up or whether he thought it was dangerous and wanted her to have back up.

She decided it was probably a bit of both.

“Then why were you calling me?”

“To get you back in, of course.” He said matter-of-factly.

This conversation was going nowhere and was giving her a headache. There was no point in asking him about whether she played a part in the inability to prevent the bombing. He wasn’t about to give her a straight answer. Besides, what kind of an answer was she fishing for anyway?

Did she want him to tell her that there was no chance of changing today’s outcome even if she had picked up the phone and went back to the amusement park in an attempt to collect more information?

Or did she simply want him to confirm that by not answering her phone, she lost any chance of preventing all the injuries and deaths today?

What good would either answer do?

The truth was that ever since she came to this dimension, she was so overwhelmed by the grief of losing Gavin that the only thing she could think about was how to make him regain the memory of her again. That had been her one and only goal - her sole focus - and because of that she lived in her own bubble. She was detached and uncaring of what was happening in the world.

She hadn’t been the compassionate person who fought for justice alongside Gavin. The old her would have investigated as soon as she saw the list of chemicals in the data she stole, but she had been so wrapped up in her own turmoil that she didn’t even give it a second thought of what they might be used for.

Annoyed and disappointed at herself for letting despair overwhelm her to the point of losing sight of what was important, Yui raised her hand wanting to shove it through her hair in frustration, when, belatedly, she realized they were bound together. Shaw had wrapped the bandage around her wrists while she was being distracted by her self-loathing.

“Untie me!” She demanded.

“Nope.” He chuckled as he reached under her knees and yanked her calves up to rest on his thighs.

“This is not funny!”

“The more you struggle, the longer this is going to take. So, be a good girl and let me finish.” He said as he began to roll up her shorts to reveal her scratched up knees. “And, yes. It is funny.”

As she contemplated whether she should kick that annoying smirk off his face, she suddenly realized that he might have done this for a purpose beyond his own amusement.

Of course, he was amused by it, but was it truly a coincidence that he did it while she was in the middle of self-loathing? Could it be that he did it to snap her out of it?

She snuck a peek at him. Although he still held that stupid smirk on his face, he was concentrating on treating her scraped knee. There was no telling whether she was right in her guess.

Either way, she was thankful for the distraction.

There was no point in beating herself up for what she didn’t do. Instead, she needed to get her act together moving forward.

There were clearly bigger issues at play in this dimension than her own. While she wouldn’t give up on her pursuit of righting the memories of those around her, she shouldn’t remain a bystander anymore.

She would work to help and protect innocents as much as she could from now on, just like she did with Gavin in the past. She couldn’t let herself be overwhelmed by her own despair to the point where she lost sight of what was important anymore.

“I won’t ignore your calls anymore,” she told him resolutely.

Shaw didn’t look at her, but his thin lips curved into an approving smile.

True to his word, it didn’t take long for Shaw to finish treating the wounds on her legs. She moved her legs off of him and held out her wrists so that he could untie her. To her surprise, he complied without making a fuss.

It wasn’t until he stood up to go put the first aid kit back that Yui noticed it. There was a huge gash on the back of his leather jacket at his right shoulder blade.

“Wait!” She instinctively grabbed his sleeve to halt him from leaving. “Are you injured?”

“Huh?” He turned his head to see where she was looking and shrugged. “It’s probably just a scratch.”

“Take off your jacket. Let me see.” She wouldn’t believe him unless she saw for herself. She had been with Gavin long enough to know that men had a tendency to try to downplay these things.

“Oh, so impatient to see me naked?” He teased, putting on an overly exaggerated flirtatious expression.

“Not funny,” Yui said in a stern manner. This might have been an acceptable joke before, but considering their current relationship, she was in no mood for it.

Perhaps he too realized his joke was inappropriate, Shaw obeyed without any further teasing. A large area with dark red bloodstain was revealed once he took off his jacket.

“I knew it.” Gasping at the sight, she gently pulled him to sit back on the sofa.

As he peeled his bloodstained tops off, the long angry gash appeared in front of her. The cut extended from the mid-shoulder blade up and ran the length of her hand. She couldn’t see how deep it was since it was mostly covered in dried blood now, but he must have torn it open just now as small drops of blood began to trickle down his back.

“You need stitches for this.” She frowned.

Shaw fished his phone out of his pocket, reached back and took a photo of his injury. He took a brief moment to look at the picture and declared, “It’s just a scratch.”

Yui looked at him disapprovingly. She wanted to drag him to the doctor to get it properly treated, but the way he dismissed it reminded her too much of Gavin. There was no convincing Gavin to go to the doctors when he thought the injury was minor, she had a feeling that Shaw would be the same.

Sighing for the nth time today, she gave up on the thought of arguing with him and instead told him to stay put.

She was well aware of his eyes focusing on her as she got up to head to the bathroom. He was probably unsure what she planned to do until she came back out with a wet towel and sat behind him.

Gently, she pressed the towel against his wound.

“What are you doing?”

“Returning the favor.” With careful hands, she wiped the dried blood off him. “I’ll patch you up.”

Twisting around, he looked at her with his eyebrows raised. It was almost as if she said something he had never heard before and it amused him. It was strange. She expected him to question her first aid ability instead.

“Turn around. Stop looking at me.” She ordered as she grabbed the first aid kit from his hands.

She had seen him fight other evolvers before. Unlike Gavin, who always held back and refrained from unnecessarily injuring his opponents, Shaw’s victories were always overwhelming. So, she was surprised to see his first aid kit so well-stocked.

She couldn’t help but wonder if he had to bandage his own wounds more often than she previously thought.

The gash on his shoulder looked even more gruesome once she cleaned off the dried blood and dirt covering it. The skin had split open, revealing dark pink flesh. While the bleeding had mostly stopped, some blood was still trickling out from the parts with a deeper cut.

Carefully, Yui applied antiseptic onto the open wound, her face scrunched up. “Let me know if it hurts.”

Shaw reached back and pinched her cheek.

“Hey! What was that for?” Protesting, she pushed away his hand and rubbed her slightly reddened cheek with the back of her hand.

“You were making a stupid face.” He chuckled; eyes full of amusement. “Hey, I’m the injured one here. Why are you the one making the face?”

“But it looks so painful!”

“This? It’s nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders. The movement stretched the skin around his wound, restarting a trickle of blood from it again.

“Stop moving!” She glared at him for a moment before putting more antiseptic on him and leaning in to gently blow on it to help it dry faster.

As she wasn’t responding further, he turned back around. He was about to reach for his phone to see if there were any more updates from his informants, when he heard her say, “Thank you for saving me.”

Her voice was soft, so soft that he almost didn’t hear her.

“Good that you realized.” His teasing started immediately again. “You were wiggling so hard I almost dropped you.”

She almost retorted, asking him who’s fault did he think it was? If it wasn’t because of what happened a few days ago, she probably wouldn’t have responded the same way.

She thought better of it, didn’t want to broach the subject. She would much rather put her head in the sand and pretend that night never happened and if she didn't talk about it, hopefully, Shaw wouldn’t either.

Although it still looked incredibly painful, his back now looked a lot less like a scene from a horror movie since she closed it with the wound mending kit.

Picking up the roll of gauze, she wrapped it around his shoulder several times before reaching around his broad chest, but soon realized she was sitting too far and her arms were too short to go all the way around him.

Reluctantly, she leaned in closer, then closer. By the time she was finally able to reach around and pass the gauze to her other hand, she was almost leaning directly on his back she could feel the heat emanating from his bare skin on her face.

“You turned into a tomato,” Shaw laughed when he saw her flushed face as she reached for the tape to secure the gauze in place.

As she taped the loose end of the wrap in place Yui glared at him, for the umpteenth time today, silently telling him to shut the hell up.

Completely ignoring her dirty look, he leaned close to her and whispered, “What were you thinking that got your face so red?”

Giving him yet another glare, she slowly tore off another short piece of tape. Looking him straight in the eyes, Yui smiled, then with an audible smack, slapped the tape over his infuriating smirk.

For a moment, Shaw paused in surprise, then, to Yui’s annoyance, his eyes lit up and he chuckled even louder.

[neqtunes]

The Dead ft. Kandreil

This is a zombie apocalypse au of my favourite Exy players using Exy as a way to survive

Comedy

Don’t get upset over the other foxes not being represented in this one shot - this is more centered around these three boys rather than the others.

Andrew and Neil having a deadly wrist that knocks the fuck out of zombies in one hit by their racquet

Andrew? Can easily outsmart the zombies and crack it’s head open

Neil? Extremely stealthy, can outrun a zombie that the zombie can not even hear/smell him anymore

Neil did not like the idea of using his racquet as another murder weapon because for one; it can easily damage it and two; its worth more than he thought it would be

Andrew on the other hand didn’t care for it

He easily knew that he can buy another - or steal. Whos going to go to a sports store in this chaos?

Neil trusted Andrews intuitions and swung just as hard to get rid of whatever was stopping them

Kevin..

He stood behind them, didn’t intefer with the violence - probably because he had no weapon - but kept his racquet right by his side

Kevin looked out for both these two reckless idiots, because he can tell that Neil and Andrew are both pushing their anger and insanity into bashing the undead - healthy enough coping mechanism

Kevin kept a backpack on him with a medical kit for obvious reasons

“I didn’t get bitten, but I have a scratch, will the air kill me?”

“No Neil, the air will not kill you. You are breathing in the air, same with Andrew”

“I can die in a second without the infection if I really wanted too.”

“Andrew-”

“Andrew no-“

Going into different grocery stores and convenience stores is horrible - the headache that forms in the base of Kevin's head will kill him before the zombies do

“Andrew fucking- if you touch those cigarettes, I will have your head.”

“Neil, put those doritos down and grab the SANDWICH.”

Kevin never used his racquet as a weapon yet, but kept himself a pistol he found in an officers palm on the street

The officer was dead

“You don’t even know how to use one.”

“You still used a raquet when you were shit at Exy at the beginning.”

“Low blow Kevin.”

Kevin scared the living shit out of Neil by pointing his gun at Neils forehead

Andrew reacted almost immediately, but before he can do anything, Kevin points the pistol down and holds it in hand - checking the bullets

“I was just checking the aim, plus it only has a few.”

“Shoot the zombies next time, in coming.”

Even through tough times, they never got tired of each others presence

They knew when to help and when to give space to one another

They will protect each other from strangers/the undead, but they won’t protect each other from one another

“Andrew! Neil hit me!”

“Hit him back fuckhead.”

Most of the time, they were accidentally and unnecessarily loud, which does get them into trouble, but as long as they are a few feet away from each other, all was good

Neil was alone with Kevin on the stairs while Andrew went up to grab essentials from the top floor of the apartment complex they were raiding

Andrew tells them both to be the look out

Neil was standing on one of the landings, a few steps below Kevin who was staring at Neil as Neil was balancing on the edge

“Alright?”

“Alright.”

Not alright

Out of the corner of their eyes, a zombie runs right at Neil, slamming him against the wall with such force, Neil thought he heard his skull

Neils grip wasn’t tight enough causing his racquet to falls down the steps, sending a loud echo through the staircase

Kevin's pistol was out of reach, being in his backpack

Neils sounds of struggle sent shivers down Kevin’s back and his ears began to ring

Kevin grabs his racquet and jumps off the fifth step, body slamming into the undead

Kevin takes a hold of the shaft of his stick and bashes the sidewall of his racquet into the zombies head, knocking it dead

“Kevin-”

“Go get Andrew now.”

Just as he says that, Andrew comes running down the stairs, but stops at the top of the steps, taking in the scene

“Wow Kevin, where's your pistol? I thought your little hockey stick was too precious?”

Andrew was impressed

Neil was impressively afraid

Kevin.

They ran down the stairs

Neil and Andrew at the front while Kevin was running right behind them as they all continued down the stairs avoiding all obstacles and zombies in their way

Once in the lobby, they stop to try and catch their breathe and Andrew pushes a couch against the door just as he heard banging

Neil sucks in a breathe and they both look at Kevin who was staring at his bloody racquet

Non of them said a word, but the sound of a waterbottle opening was the only thing that was loud

Other then their hyperventaling state

Both of them were confused as to why the best exy player was not complaining about his now fucked up racquet, so the best thing Neil and Andrew could do is wait

So they waited

Kevin looks up at them as he starts slapping the racquet in his palms, staring calmly at his partners

“You both are more important than Exy now, you both are my top priority.”

More apocalyptic one-shots coming soon