#literally nobody wants that (if you do silence. shut it. youre wrong)

[pcktknife]

they sayin spiderverse 2 gonna have a love triangle between miles punk n gwen 😥

[yelloworangesoda]

maxwell and sammy are all mine and i love them like my children but its pretty hard to divorce them from fnaf enough to make them straight up ocs. sammy especially bc hes technically not my oc, even if i made up every aspect about him except his name and dead twin sister

[sc0tters]

Always His | Jack Hughes

summary: you were always meant to be jack's even if he didn't deserve it.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, swearing, slight degradation, p in v, oral (m receiving, hints to f too), mentions of alcohol.

word count: 6.47k

authors note: this was literally all written today so sorry if it is rushed but I wanted it out before the game (yes we manifested a bit in it) but this is too feed all of the girlies who needed it after the jack content that has come with the stadium series. to the anon who wanted jack and lukes best friend I hope you like this! our honourable mentions today though are @babydollmarauders for picking this plot (cause I'm indecisive) so lets than her for this one coming when it did!

You knew it was stupid coming to New Jersey this weekend. 

Jack hadn’t stopped arguing with you since you arrived and Luke thought that he had woken up in some fever dream where his best friend and brother were at odds. You had been around the Hughes family for the last twelve years so it was no surprise that you and Luke grew so close. Being at Umich too it only then on solidified that friendship and everyone swore you were bound to be his one day. 

But what they didn’t know was how complicated your past was with Jack. He was always the hot older brother that probably put up with you for the sakes of Luke. So last year when you were at the lake house soaking up the much needed vitamin D, you seemed to finally break Jack. 

Not in the sense of emotionally, but you went from being Luke’s best friend to Luke’s hot best friend almost over night. No longer was Jack stopping Trevor’s little flirty comments to you because they were weird, now he wanted to be the one to say them instead. Yet Jack managed to keep his lips shut all the way until your final night at the lake house. 

Almost everyone was asleep in the house as the clocks struck 3:19 which meant that nobody noticed when you and Jack were down by the pool table “you are gonna get me in trouble Blossom.” Jack had called you that for years after a Halloween party where you and two of your friends ended up as the power puff girls. 

It made you smile as you looked up to see him staring “not doing anything wrong Jacky.” You pointed out as you shook your head “you sure about that doll?” He asked letting out a gasp as your ass went into the air as you potted the ball. 

A smirk formed on your lips as you stood up straight “pretty sure.” You watched him take two big steps across the table and before he knew it he was right by your side “think you need to change your answer.” He clicked his tongue when his hands clung to your hips. 

The power dynamic had switched as Jack had you swearing you were dreaming “you shouldn’t-” you warned as his lips hovered over yours letting any bit of self restraint leave your body.

Jack scanned your face as he looked for any kind of actual discomfort “tell me you want me to go upstairs without you.” He was amused as he knew he was pushing your buttons in just the right ways. 

As your silence made him think that he had gone too far so as he began to pull away it seemed to trigger your mind. Your hands were quick to cup his cheeks bringing his lips onto yours. 

Whilst your tongues fought in this needy battle Jack didn’t hesitate to push you onto the pool table letting his hands fiddle with the waistband of your shorts “Jack.” You moaned feeling his teeth graze over your lower lip. 

His pupils were blown as they stared directly at yours “I got you Bloss.” The hockey player mumbled as left a trail of hungry kisses down your jaw. 

Your legs swing as they hang over the edge of the table “if you aren’t gonna continue then I need you to stop.” You announced feeling yourself get hot under his touch “because I won’t be able to stop myself if you don’t.” Your breath hit the shell of his ear making him grunt. 

Jack used little strength to pick you up as your legs locked around his waist “I want you tonight, all of you.” He mumbled kissing your lips again before he walked you both upstairs.

That night caused a fire to roar in your chest as the memories of his hands on your skin plagued your brain. But what you could never seem to shake was the way that he had left you to wake up the next morning all alone. The little evidence that he had been in your room was gone as his T-shirt that had been in your pile of clothes disappeared.

To say you were hurt was an understatement yet the final blow to your heart was that Jack hadn’t just left your room, he left the house. The middle Hughes boy made sure that he was  out all day only coming home once he was sure you were at the airport. What made it all that much worse was that he wouldn’t even respond to your messages. 

So after a week of trying to get answers from the boy, you stopped caring. You hated how much you had to care about it. Nights were spent avoiding your friends and their nights out as you stayed in your dorm to watch the devils play. You tried so hard to hate him but you couldn’t, and that’s how your friends ended up pulling you out of your rut. 

It wasn’t pretty to put it lightly. You were a mess and needed a change which your friends were sure to give you. Jack watched from afar as things began to change. It started with your hair and then before he knew it you were in these tight outfits that had were flashed around your Instagram as you grew closer to the male athletes on campus. 

As much as, he wanted to be jealous Jack knew he had brought it on himself. Luke was confused as he watched you step away from him, avoiding all in person contact when you knew that Jack would be there too. 

That only worked for so long though as February finally came around and you were left out of excuses to send Luke as to why you were avoiding him. That’s how you landed up on the flight to New Jersey. Of course Jack had no clue you were coming as neither you nor Luke went to offer the boy the courtesy of telling him. 

Luke didn’t hesitate to pick you up the moment you were in arms reach of him “Lukey!” You squealed as you were thrown over his shoulder “put me down!” You groaned feeling him almost lose his grip on your legs. 

He laughed as he placed you back on the ground “gosh I’ve missed you so much.” Luke mumbled as he pulled you into a hug “too much.” It was the classic bone crushing hug that he loved to give you. 

The boy was quick to let you go as he smiled “you’re gonna love the boys.” Luke squeezed your hand as he dragged you through the airport not giving you a chance to respond. 

Nerves began to crawl through your body as you found yourself regretting leaving Michigan as you got to the door of the apartment. Jack’s laughter could be heard from inside and you tried your best to act as if it wasn’t terrifying you “you okay?” Luke’s voice was barely a whisper as he saw how your eyes were wide.

You could try to lie to him. You could have tried to say that you were tired or ready to see his family. But Luke knew you like the back of his hand and he would have seen through your lies “just thinking about this weekend.” You were thinking about seeing Jack again but thankfully Luke brought it. 

He squeezed your hand once more before he unlocked the door “you took forever!” Jack complained as he dropped his phone into the couch as he locked eyes with you “Bloss.” His eyes grew wide as you tucked your hair behind your ear. 

Luke lugged your suitcase into the apartment “hey Jack.” You chewed at the inside of your cheek as all of the emotions that you felt the day he left you come rushing back to you “why are you two being weird?” Luke had watched you both grow comfortable with each other over the summer so now as you stood in tension laced air it was suffice to say that the youngest Hughes noticed. 

Jack sat up as he shook his head “just didn’t expect to see her here.” The center wanted to pay little mind to the fact that the last time he saw you, the sun ran through your half drawn curtains and hit your sleeping face to make you look beautiful “think mom said she wanted to talk to you though.” Jack lied handing the youngest Hughes boy his boy before he grabbed you by your arm.

It made a level of panic set through your body “I’ll show you around though.” His tone had him clearly irritated as pulled you into the kitchen “what the fuck are you doing here!” Jack whisper yelled pushing you against the counter top as he sent you a glare.

Your palms grow sweaty as your brain disconnected itself from the rest of your mind “didn’t realise that I fucked you dumb.” He spat as your silence only seemed to piss him off more than “Luke invited me.” You explained crossing your arms as you sent him a scowl.

You watched him process your response as he rolled his eyes “and you decided to come to this of all things?” You knew Jack could be cruel but you had never seen it in person before “Luke started to think that I was mad at him.” You shrugged him off knowing that the answer was more than likely not what he wanted to hear.

As his laugh echoed in your ears you were proved right as you found yourself growing more embarrassed by the second “you start worrying about your friend?” His taunts came as a never ending attack “yes Jack because I’m not a total ass like you.” You spat quickly coming to terms with the fact that the night you spent with Jack was only ever going to be a mere memory.

The boy ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a groan of frustration “just stay out of my way this weekend?” You were unsure if he was asking or telling you to do that but as you saw heard Luke hang up on the call with Ellen, you didn’t want to wait around with Jack “don’t have to tell me twice.” You grumbled pushing past the hockey player as you hit his shoulder on the way out.

At the family skate session came along Jack had to watch you make good on your side of the agreement. Every guy but Jack were privy to your attention but it seemed that as you struggled to skate in a straight line Nico found his place next to you. The interactions were nothing beyond innocent as Nico wanted to know why this was his first time the team was meeting the girl that Luke wouldn’t shut up about. The questions then had to turn to the fact that that Jack had stopped skating as he was now staring daggers at his teammate “should I be worried that Jack is looking at me like that?” Nico’s voice was barely above a whisper as he whispered that into your ear.

You turned to see Jack until he locked eyes with you which made him quickly turn away from you both “Jack is just Jack sometimes I guess?” You let out an awkward laugh “thought it would have been Luke who would have had us all banned from talking to you.” Nico didn’t think much more of it and you were grateful for that as he was quick to pull your attention to Luke in the middle of a media session.

Thankfully for you that was the most you really saw Jack as he made sure to avoid you, the only interactions you ended up having were when he came into the kitchen for his morning coffee and you were still half asleep on the couch. It wasn’t a reality you enjoyed but you assumed that it was the universe’s way of sending you a bit of karma for sleeping with your best friend’s brother. And you stupidly thought that you would be able to get through the entirety of the weekend avoiding Jack, yet Saturday night brought a different story.

The team went out to celebrate the win with their family and friends but you ended up wanting your bed - or in this case your couch - as you wanted to make little effort in trying to communicate with Jack “you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” Luke honestly wanted to spend his time with you and he didn’t mind if that meant leaving the team “no Lu, you go have your fun.” You squeezed his shoulder as you shook your head.

Ellen and Jim were stood waiting for you both as Jack was nowhere in sight “I can get an uber back to yours if you give me your keys.” You held your hand out ready to get your way “I’ll take her home.” The offer made you freeze as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

You didn’t even want to turn around as you knew he was looking at you “glad to see you can still be nice Jack.” Ellen teased as she hinted to the fact that she knew something was going on between you both as neither one of you could offer anything more than a glare to the other “you know me.” Jack placed his hand on your back as you chewed at your cheek knowing that Luke was studying your reactions.

He sent you a final look before he kissed your head “I’ll see you when I get home okay?” Fearing what you might let slip from your lips you nodded sending Luke your best smile “have good night you two.” Jim wrapped his arm Ellen before the trio walked off.

The moment they were out of earshot you began to walk off “where do you think that you’re going?” Jack asked as he crossed his arms “home.” You yelled back not daring to turn around.

Jack couldn’t help but roll his eyes “the car is this way.” He pointed to behind himself as it finally made you turn around “I am walking.” You quipped back making his eyes go wide as he took the short few strides to get back to you.

His grip around your wrist was sore “like hell you are.” Jack wanted to kill you for being so stupid. New Jersey at night in the cold was dangerous for anyone, especially for a girl who didn’t know the state. It made you grow angry as he acted like he cared “this is me staying out of your way so why do you care?” You let your brows form a fine line as you glared at him “look if I drive you home we can talk about it there.” Jack let out a groan as he didn’t think that you would be putting up a fight with him for this. 

Your mind swayed back and forth as you knew that Luke would want you home safe “fine.” You sighed as you raked your fingers through your hair “gad to see you can still use that brain of yours.” Jack mumbled as he was honestly relieved that he didn’t have to carry you back to his car.

The ride was probably the most awkward thing you had ever been through. Your eyes were locked to your window as you refused to look in Jack’s direction. He was also irritated as he gripped the steering wheel, Jack played the moments from the lake house over in his head.

It was barely 6:00 when Jack woke up, the foreign aspects of the room around him reminded Jack of the events from a few hours ago. Soft breaths left your lips as you snuggled into your pillow “why’d you have to go ahead and be Luke’s best friend.” Jack sighed as he stared at your sleeping state “could have made my life so much easier if you didn’t break his tooth.” You and Luke became the best of friends after you both ended up laughing once Luke got a softball to the mouth when he offered to help you practice for the upcoming season. Jack always did envy his brother for getting you and he buried those emotions through acting like you were irritating.

Quinn’s voice echoed through the hall as he was on the phone to Olivia who was in Europe awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival “thanks for the night Blossom.” Jack kissed your forehead, careful not to wake you up as you began to stir in your sleep. The middle Hughes boy did his best to ignore the way that guilt consumed his mind. With one quick movement he took his clothes off of your floor as he sent you one final look before he snuck out of your room. 

He felt like he was in the middle of a back and forth with himself as he sighed; this wasn’t something he could do again because as much as you might have been good for him, Jack knew he wasn’t good for you. And that was enough for him to make sure you didn’t have a reason to argue with him, it’s the very reason he made sure he wasn’t home when you woke up.

As you let the apartment door slam shut behind you Jack was pulled away from the memory, as happy or sad as it might have been. You headed straight to the kitchen “don’t walk away from me!” Jack dropped his keys in the bowl by his table as he scoffed “you did it to me first.” You were quick to quip back as the words rolled off of your tongue.

It made Jack scoff “that’s not fair.” He shook his head following you into the room as he was now ready to open the can of worms that you were angling to “you want me to tell you what isn’t fucking fair Jack?” You took a step closer to him as you swore that his words were cruel.

You felt tears form in your eyes even as you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that “having to wake up alone and get treated like the biggest mistake of your life.” Your voice broke by the end of your words as you didn’t think you would have the power within yourself to hold it together “so you don’t get to stand here and act like I’m being some brat for no fucking reason.” You spat as you went to leave yet you were pulled back by his hand around yours. 

Jack cleared his throat as he sighed “I did it to protect you and Luke!” It was no secret that Luke would have been heart broken if he knew that there was something going on with you and one of his brothers, that was a line you were never allowed to cross unscathed. 

Yet his words didn’t bring you the comfort he would have hoped for as it made you roll your eyes“don’t roll your eyes at me.” Jack scowled closing the gap to nothing between you both “or what?” You grumbled still agitated as you were left wanting to slap him. 

The middle Hughes boy clicked his tongue “I’m not against fucking this bratty attitude out of you.” He warned making you scoff “what about protecting Luke?” You weren’t against using his words from just a few second ago against him as they ran off your tongue. 

Jack laughed as he ran his fingers through the ends of your hair “seems like he can handle sharing you so well already.” His voice was laced with envy as he remembered watching you hold onto Nicos arm for dear life and Luke didn’t even bat an eye at it. 

You knew it was truly wrong to admit but you were now feeling flustered “so this is all cause you couldn’t handle me getting a little male attention?” You cocked your head as you fiddled with the ends of your sleeves “you got a lot more than a little.” Jack’s voice was barely above a mumble. 

Your eyes locked onto his as a smirk formed on your lips “not from anyone that mattered.” It seemed to be the line that got to Jack as he brought his hands to your cheeks as he kissed you. 

It wasn’t like the lake house when it was full of lust, this time it seemed that frustration drove that kiss. Milliseconds went by until you had your hands under his shirt trailing up his skin as if this was clockwork in your brains. He let his hand move to the nape of your neck afraid he might lose you if he didn’t hold you. A moan left your lips as his other hand squeezed your ass letting him slide his tongue into your mouth. 

He truly never thought he would be the kind of guy who could find himself obsessed with how sweet someone could be. No longer did you have the taste of the cheap beer that Trevor bought on your tongue and now you were like an addictive substance to Jack “fuck you’re such a pretty fucking girl.” He groaned pulling his lips away from yours as he picked you up letting the actions mirror those of the night at the lake house. 

A squeal left your lips as you steadied yourself on him with your arms around his neck “shame you had to not be in my jersey though.” The hockey player mumbled as he pecked your lips taking the short walk to his room with you in his arms. 

The moment you two walked in there you let your foot shut the door as you didn’t want to break the kiss “you get me in your jersey when you don’t act like a child.” You announced remembering the fact that Jack had been watching you in all of Luke’s merchandise and clothing all weekend. 

You were unsure if what you said was right when he practically threw you to his bed “was gonna treat you like a princess tonight but it seems like all you wanna do is keep on acting like a brat.” Jack sighed as he pulled his coat off of his shoulders “and we all know that brats don’t get rewarded.” He leaned down letting his mouth ghost your ear. 

Your gasps went straight to his cock as it grew hard against his jeans “then why am I here for you?” It was a blow that made him tug his fingers in the roots of your hair “god are you always this fucking talkative?” Jack spat as he rolled his eyes “really think I need to shut you up.” He mumbled to himself hating how you pushed his buttons and that he actually enjoyed it too. 

His nimble fingers undid his pants letting them drop to his knees as Jack let his hand wrap around his aching cock whilst he pumped it a few times “you remember our safe word?” The hockey player wasn’t a monster and make sure you had a word you could use if he pushed you too far “Ace.” You nodded feeling your mouth water at the sight of his precum oozing out of his swollen head. 

Jack watched you take some kind of initiative as you moved your hips closer to the edge of his bed only stopping when his cock was merely centimeters away from your face “you look so pretty down there.” The compliment made you squirm as your tongue began to do these kitten licks to his cock peppering kisses on the swollen tip “c’mon Bloss you know how to use your mouth properly so don’t start with this shit.” Jack warned as he reminded you about the last time that you had sucked him off.

That was all it took for you to force your lips around his cock beginning to take as much of him as you could “that wasn’t so hard now was it my sweet girl?” He spoke through gritted teeth as you began to settle on a steady rhythm with your hands going flat against his thighs “let me see your pretty face as you suck my cock f’me.” Jack cooed running his fingers through your hair as he made a makeshift ponytail up as his hands helped you take more of him.

Your tongue swirled around his cock as you looked up at him through your batted eyelashes “tried playing nice and like a good big brother when I could have had all this.” Jack grumbled letting his grip around your head tighten as he grew annoyed “cause you just know you’re my little slut ain’t ya Blossom?” Your thighs came together to suppress the desire that came through your mind as you hollowed out your cheeks.

Even if you had only slept with him once before this you knew how to get Jack to the point of no return and that was through turning your mouth into a vacuum of sorts “god you’re so fucking good at this.” Jack groaned as he shook his head as his eyes screwed shut “just like that and then I’ll fuck you real good.” The offer didn’t go missed even as you opened your throat to take more of him.

It was that gesture that sent him over the edge as his body began to shake “you gonna let me make a mess in that pretty little mouth of yours?” He asked surprising himself that the question even came out of his lips. All you could do was nod in response as the sounds of you gagging around him and the warm feeling of your mouth practically sucking him like a straw were enough to push Jack over the edge “right there f-uck!” The hockey player kept your lips wrapped around him for a few more seconds forcing you to breathe through your nose as he began to get control over his breathing again.

Your mouth felt warm as his cock slid out of your mouth leaving your jaw sore “lemme see you swallow that f’me doll.” He mumbled softly placing his hand around your throat so that he could feel you swallow before you stuck your tongue out. Jack watched in awe as a string of spit left his lips and landed on your tongue as you brought it back into your mouth pressing your lips shut “good girl.” He good bending down to peck your lips.

He was reminded on the 43 jersey you were in and that brought a scowl to his lips “think it’s about time I get you out of this.” He added as he shook his head still cringing at the fact that you were in someone else’s jersey “you jealous or something Jacky?” You teased as his fingers ran over the waistline making you lift your arms up.

Jack scoffed as he rolled his eyes “ya cause I’m gonna be jealous of someone else when it’s me who get’s to fuck you at the end of the night?” The hockey player could have laughed at the absurdity behind your words “I could have any man that I wanted.” Even you were unsure of your words as you were left in your bra.

It made him smirk as he crouched to be eye level with you once more “you could have anyone.” He nodded as he took in the sight of the lacey bra against your skin “but you choose to fuck me each time it seems.” You didn’t know how he did it, Jack could take your insults to him and fully flip them on It’s head.

The hockey player ran his finger up your chest from the valley between your breast “don’t go getting in your head now Blossom.” He pleaded as he hooked his fingers under your chin as he forced you to look at him “you gonna let me make you feel good tonight doll?” It seemed that his pet names for you were in full use tonight as if he feared that he would never get the chance to use them on you ever again.

Yet it was so much more complicated than that as you nodded “make me feel special Jacky.” You begged as your voice got caught in your throat “you are forever my special girl Blossom.” Jack mumbled as he stripped you out of your pants and undergarments leaving you fully nude whilst he still had his shirt on “this is mean Jack.” You complained making him smile.

He pressed his lips against yours as he his hands came down on either side of you “just like seeing how wet you get for me.” He confessed eating up the way you whimpered in response “don’t even think that I need to get you ready for me.” The boy confessed as you nodded before he leaned back up to pull the shirt off his body when he kicked his pants off “need your cock.” You begged feeling his fingers run up and down your slit spreading your wetness over your clit “when you ask me so nicely how could I say no?” The question was rhetorical as the sound of him ripping open the condom wrapper was like music to your ears.

Your legs on impulse came up as your heels pressed against your ass “look at you getting all ready f’me.” Jack cooed as he rolled the condom over hid hardening cock “been thinking about doing this all weekend.” He confessed as he ran the covered head over your slit and down your slit before he stopped it at your glistening hole. 

His eyes never left yours “yet you had to go act like-“ you were quickly cut off when Jack bottom you out leaving you both silent as your cunt stretched to hug his cock “I act like what?” Jack’s lips found your neck as he began to nip at the skin making you moan.

Jack gave you a few seconds to settle into it before he began moving again “like a fucking asshole.” You moaned bringing your hands up between your bodies as you went to tease your breasts “those are mine Bloss.” He shook his head “and since I’m such an asshole ‘m not gonna share.” It was a quick movement that had your legs over his shoulders as he arched his back allowing him to bring his lips to your nipple. 

The feeling made your eyes flutter as his cock hit parts of you that you truly didn’t think were possible “just like that Jack.” You whispered digging your shoulder blades into your bed as you moaned “why are you so quiet?” It was like he wasn’t okay with that as he rolled his eyes “got the whole fucking apartment to yourself so I wanna hear you tell Jersey who is fucking you like this.” Your cunt clenched around him as his words brought this new possessive sense over him.

It made Jack smirk as he brought his lips back up to yours “you enjoy it when I tell you you’re mine?” You weren’t sure if he actually meant it but those words from his lips made you feel like you were dreaming “so so much.” You nodded as he kissed your lips finally tasting his salty release on your tongue that made his cock throb all over again.

The chain that he was wearing from his pregame outfit was still on and it hit your chin as Jack began to quicken his thrusts “wanna make such a fucking mess in your cunt.” His hand softly slapped your thigh as you bit your lip “remember I wanna hear you or I stop.” His warning was all too serious for you as you felt your coil in your stomach begin to tighten. 

A flurry of moans and incoherent sounds left your lips as you panicked “you fuck me so good.” Was the only thing he understood before you let his chain get trapped between your lips “you getting close pretty girl?” Jack asked as he let his hand trail between your two sweaty bodies feeling your cunt practically suffocate his cock.

Your head bobbed as he took it as the chance to increase the pace of his thrusts only resulting in a cry that left your throat feeling raw when his fingers began rubbing at your clit “theres my sweet girl.” Jack cooed as the sound of skin slapping echoed in your ears “Jacky ‘m gonna come.” You announced as your legs began to shake trying to trap Jack in your grip. 

He shook his head “fucking hold it.” All Jack needed was a little more as he could feel himself not far behind you at all “please!” You begged not knowing how much more of this you could take as it felt like al of the air within your lungs had been taken from you.

His lips were rough against your jaw “told you to fucking hold it.” Jack spat clearly not interested in your complaints as your fingers tugged through his hair “fuck baby you are perfect.” He grunted as you tried to kiss him needing something to stop you from begging and pleading with him to make you come as you feared that you might then not come at all tonight.

You didn’t even stop to notice his words as they were shortly followed by “make a mess on my cock Bloss.” You didn’t need to be told twice and you felt your eyes roll back into your head as your cunt practically spasmed around his cock “fuck fuck shit!” You groaned letting your toes curl as tour body writhed against his.

Jack’s orgasm shortly followed yours as he tried his hardest to fuck you through yours “got you my girl.” He mumbled kissing your shoulder blade as he went to rest his head from a moment when his movements stifled. You both lay there for a few moments trying to catch your breath “holy shit.” Your chest heaved as he slid out of you making him laugh.

The sight of your release oozing out of your cunt made Jack feel warm inside “holy shit in deed.” He nodded in agreement pecking your lips before he got up “think you are up for a bath?” Aftercare did happen to be something that Jack was surprisingly good at but these were stops he only ever pulled for you.

You nodded as you sent him a soft smile “always.” As he picked you up and brought you into the bathroom it was no secret that you were close to falling asleep and Jack was honestly surprised you held out on shutting your eyes until you got dress and was tucked back into his bed where the warmth of his covers took over.

As you woke up with an arm still firmly gripped around your waist you couldn’t help but blink repeatedly gaining your bearings of this foreign room. A soft groan left your lips as you rolled over to see Jack smiling back at you “hey Bloss.” His words were soft as he ran his hand up your side. 

You sent him a dull smile as you yawned “think I need to get up.” You went to lean forward as the center stopped you “told Luke you went for a run.” Jack handed you back your phone as he didn’t want to lean over you again to continue charging it. 

The boy went to kiss your lips but you were only confused as you looked at him “you know my password?” You tried to remain calm as there were definitely a set of lingerie pictures that you did not want him to ever see. 

Your worries made him laugh “you’re gonna have to pick something a little bit harder than your birthday if you want to act shocked.” Jack teased making your cheeks turn red “you’re cute when you get all flustered.” He added delivering the compliment as though it was liquid gold. 

His fingers were rough against your jaw as he hooked them under your chin “what are we doing Jack?” You sighed pressing your hand against his chest as you feared not having the strength to say this to him tomorrow. 

He frowned as he looked at you “I was gonna kiss ya.” The hockey player pointed out in a duh tone “I mean this.” You motioned between the two of you as this was the second time you landed up in his bed in eight months. 

The boy sighed as it was clearly something he didn’t want to talk about “why does it have to be anything?” Jacks words struck you like a slap to the face “you said you liked me last night.” Amid all the arguing you still remembered his confession. 

Jack watched you sit up straight as you were met with his silence “let’s just keep things casual.” Jack meant what he said about being worried about hurting Luke and you were still in college and over an hour away by plane. He wouldn’t say this part to you but he was also scared of committing to you and having it stay that way. 

Your entire body cringed “so you can continue fucking every little puck bunny that lays her eyes on you?” It was a low blow but you were hurt “firstly I haven’t slept with anyone since the lake house.” He pointed his finger at you making you go quiet. 

He continued on “I wanna scream that you’re mine from the roof but now just isn’t the right time for us to get serious.” Jack knew how to make you turn to putty in his hands “you’re right.” You didn’t even know if you agreed with him.

But as he flipped you over leaving you on your back you couldn’t say no to him “of course I am.” Jack nodded letting his lips nip at your skin. 

It made a breath catch in your throat “now stop using your pretty little head and let me make you feel good.” He ordered pushing your shirt over your stomach “please Jack.” Your voice was airy as you felt him pull your legs apart letting him face your soaked cunt. 

You couldn’t help but wonder as you watched Jack lower his head, if he was truly stupid enough to think that you would wait for him.

But in reality, maybe it was that you craved his love enough to stay, so what would happen when a certain Wolverine began to play his cards right with you?

[ponderingmoonlight]

Can you write one where the reader is supposed to executed after Shibuya cause she’s in a relationship with Gojo. I kinda want it to be angsty, but you do what you want with this!

I know you said angsty, but all I can hear is bad bitch (the elders are REALLY angsty though lol)

Gojo's wife supposedly getting executed but kicking ass instead

Pairing: husband!Gojo x reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: When Sibuya is finally over, you find yourself facing none other than the elders who want to execute you. Little do they know you are no one to be messed with, that even without your husband by your side, you are a true threat if you want to...

Warnings: lots of violence, (y/n) takes no shit in this one, language, not proofread yet

This is kinda like a continuation of this fic here

The sound of your heels clicking against the marble floor are the only thing that hangs in the air along with that deadly silence – literally.

You aren’t dumb. Of course you know why you’re here. Satoru is sealed, the only jujutsu sorcerer they were always afraid of. And since your husband is gone and nobody knows when or if he’ll return, these old farts seize their opportunity to finally get rid of you, to get rid of Yuji, to get rid of Yaga.

Well, maybe you weren’t exactly kind to them these last years. Yes, you were a pain in the ass yourself, threatening to kill every single one of them more than once. And with your husband, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of this time, chuckling in the background, they simply had no choice but to hear you out.

Not anymore, though. Not when your husband is sealed in a tiny box with no way out.

You play with a strand of your hair while making your way to the huge door that separates you from them, containing your temper and breathing. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about the fact that they want to execute you. But Yaga, Yuji…There’s no way in hell you’ll let that happen, no way you’ll let them kill you this easily.

“You have some fucking nerve, calling me here after our last meeting. Didn’t I told you urgent enough what happens when you threaten my students?”

Confidently, you position yourself in the middle of the circled room, glaring right through their dark figures with your death stare.

“As if it’s not enough that I lost my husband in Shibuya while, if you even care about that minor detail, we all tried to save everyone in Japan from certain death. You know what would have happened if we didn’t fight until the very end, right? You know that we did all of this for the innocent people out there, right?”

Tame down your beating heart, your rushing blood. If you get angry, you might lose it all. And while Satoru supports you no matter what you do, you don’t want Yuji to look at you with those innocent disappointed eyes. No, you aren’t here to kill every single one of them.

But if one wrong word leaves their mouths, one word of disrespect against your beloved husband…

“You will be executed, (y/n) Gojo.”

You can’t contain a disrespectful huff. You, executed by those old farts? That you don’t laugh, that you don’t slaughter all of them on the spot.

“While you sat here on your old asses, my husband, I and countless others were out there fighting bravely for stranger’s life’s. Who are you to judge over mine? Who do you think you are to even consider you’d be able to take my life from me?”

Your threatful eyes seem to glow in the dark, hands clenched into fists so tightly that your own blood spills onto the marble ground.

“But all you care about is supremacy, isn’t it? Masamichi’s formula for creating independent cursed corpses, my infinite powers…You give zero fucks about the jujutsu sorcerers out there. All you care about is your puny selves”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Shut your mouth. You are no threat to us.”

Did you hear that correctly? That man sitting to your right didn’t just raise his voice at you, didn’t just say that you can’t hold a candle against them. Them, a room full of old farts. Them, who are too afraid to even fight. Them, who hide in this stinky room in order to protect themselves.

“Am I not?”, you mutter.

Within the blink of an eye, you throw one of your poisoned needles towards him, hitting his shoulder just how you wanted. Immediately the tension in the room is thick enough to get sliced, all elders springing up immediately.

“Come on, attack me, kill me if you dare. I couldn’t care less. Never forget that you are talking to me, (y/n) Gojo. There is a reason why Satoru married me and it certainly wasn’t to protect me.”

Oh, how much you miss him. What you would do to have Satoru back on your side.

“You are nothing without Satoru Gojo!”

“Look who’s there, the woman who just threatened the higher ups of Jujutsu High all on her own. Did you really choke that man?”

Your husband grinned at you widely, his blindfold already taken off. You simply shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him.

“Apparently I was able to convince them somehow. Come on, we should get going. I hope all of them are alright…”

God, how much you long for his tender touch, how much you’d do for him standing right by your side right now. Not to handle the situation for you, but to know you’re not alone.

Are you alone, though? Your husband might be sealed, but he isn’t dead, let alone gone. He’s still somewhere out there and thinks about you, still supports you from where ever he is. No, with Satoru as your beloved husband, you’ll never truly be alone.

“I am enough to make sure none of you will ever see the daylight again if you insist on this path. If you hurt Yuji Itadori-“

You aren’t able to finish your sentence. All of the sudden chains fly your way, trap you right in the middle of the room in the matter of seconds. For a brief moment your senses fail you, darkness summons you like a veil. Is this your end? Are they really able to bring you down this easily? You simply can’t die like that, not through their dirty hands, not when you weren’t able to say goodbye to your husband.

Your trembling breath hangs in the air, cursed metal digs into your tender flesh. Satoru…His face appears before your inner eye.

“Hey, you aren’t giving up now, aren’t ya? You’re just getting started, babe!”

You are better than them, stronger than them, braver than them. You huff to yourself, thick fear and power starts pumping through your veins. Fall seven times, stand up eight.

“Let’s get the party started.”

Their puny chains tear like threat under the sheer force of your bare arms, setting you free like a bird.

“See this as your final warning.”

Your fists discolour the room in deadly crimson, lighten up their scared faces.

“If you ever touch me or my students again.”

Fire runs through the room like a storm, lights them up, lets their flesh melt away like butter.

“I will kill every single one of you without blinking. Every. Single. One.”

Their desperate screams fill you with satisfaction while you keep going, shooting your poisoned needles their way, letting each one of them collapse underneath the weight of their sins.

“I kindly advise you to never mess with any member of the Gojo clan. Even though I’m not my husband, I’m definitely strong enough to end every life in this room if you keep threatening my students, friends and myself. If you ever dare to call me again…”

You snap, sending another wave of cursed fire their way.

“Well, maybe not do that. Now excuse me, I have to look after my students and figure out how to free my husband. See you never again.”

With one last satisfied grin, you turn on your heels and walk out, closing the door behind you for what you hope forever.

Was this the right thing to do? Did you cross a line you shouldn’t have crossed? Maybe you put Yuji in even more danger, maybe Masamichi still gets executed.

No.

Stop your train of thoughts.

This is not the right time to doubt yourself. They want to execute you, want to wipe you from this earth without a trace?

“That I don’t laugh…”, you mutter to yourself.

“There you are, Gojo-sensei! I was looking for you!”

A gentle smile creeps up your face and makes you forget about what just happened immediately.

“Hey, how are you feeling today, Yuji? Did Shoko treat your wounds?”, you question, gently wrapping your arm around the pink-haired boy who went to hell and back.

“I was thinking about a way to free Gojo-sensei and I’d love to try it with you! Oh, your uniform is a little burned. Are you alright?”

His eyes dart all over your body worried while you can’t fight a wide grin any longer.

“That? Oh, nothing for you to worry about. Come on, show me what you’ve find out.”

Bonus:

“Can you imagine? They called me to literally execute me. Wanna know what I did?”

“You bet I do…”, Satoru mumbles to himself on top of a pile of bones.

“I kinda burned them to the ground. But don’t worry, I am almost certain they survived. Hopefully they’ll leave Yuji, Masamichi an me alone now. But I think that could have consequences, so maybe move your ass out of that cube a little faster”, you bubble.

Satoru lets out a heartfelt laugh. So you really threatened the elders again? No wonder he married you, that force of a woman.

“I’ll come back to you babe. And then we’ll  both kick their asses together.”

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[lovelykil]

tired—

: ➛killua

note; wrote this bc I am very sleepy

"nobody say a word to me, I'm tired I need a nap." I mumble with the remaining energy I still had inside me, leaving my backpack by the door along with my shoes.

kurapika, and killua following behind me as I hear the door close and the sounds of bags being dropped on the cold wooden floor.

"alright, though dinner will be ready in an hour just a–"

"have killua tell me when it's ready or something.. im exhausted." I wave my hand in the air, sluggishly walking my way to my room without facing the blonde. I was far too tired to anyway.

"Yeah right.." the silverette scoffs, feeling rather drowsy from today as well. If anything he was looking forward to a grand nap after a long day at that hell hole they call school.

kurapika walks to the kitchen, the sound of his keys comes in contact with the hard surface as he sighs. "I still need to pick up leorio and gon.." He mutters, the wariness in his eyes told alot about the day he had aswell.

he could use a nap but refuses.

"can't leorio just pick up gon?" killua wanders over, questioning the tired blonde. kurapika shakes his head, leaning himself against the counter.

"his car is in the shop."

"oh"

"mmh." The two tired individuals stand in silence before one turns himself in the opposite direction.

"well, have funn." In a tired yet somehow teasing voice killua sets his hands behind his neck and walks himself away from kurapika who was about to reach out to say something but was quickly shut up by the sound of the door closing behind him.

the blonde groans quietly, a bit irritated as well.

"I have to do everything in this house.."

killua let's out a long sigh of relief seeing his bed, although not made, it remained the same when he woke up, but the way the sheets looked so fluffy and warm practically made his body give out. The bed was calling him and he was falling underneath its cozy, warm spell.

"god school is so shitty." His steps were slow as he approached the messy bed. His blue fatigued eyes scanned the bed, about to jump in and call it a day when he saw something move.

"tell me about it.." the voice spoke, it was a familiar one he knew. A tired one. The person moved the covers away to reveal itself.

"y/n?" killua said, his eyes widening at the sight he wasn't expecting.

"hii." You gave him a worn-out smile, leaning yourself against the bedframe. Killua, standing in surprise, much on his mind at the moment, but decides to ignore your uninvited invitation into his room and gets in bed nonetheless.

"I'm guessing you're about to leave now.." He gets himself settled in then looks over at you. You shrug, tilting your head.

"must've walked into the wrong room, can I stay?"

the boy blushes at your question, he looks to freeze for a second before turning over.

"I guess.." He whispers, he throws the blanket over his shoulder without any other word. He was tired yes, but currently also freaking out.

you want to stay here with him? On his bed? ALONE?

his face heats up hotter than a heater as his mind races, though he was about to explode when you wrap your hands around his waist as you rest your chin on his shoulder without warning.

you can tell he was on the verge of losing himself by the way he quickly stiffened up. You wanted to laugh but was too tired to do so.

you weren't sure why he always got like this I mean.. you two are literally dating and he still tends to freak out when you hold him.

it was cute, he was cute.

"cat got your tounge or what?"

"shut up.." you lightly chuckle. You nuzzle your face into his as he groans with his bright red face.

"you're so warmm kil, howw?"

his eyes shut close, brows furrowing in a flushed mess from your doing. "why are you so clingy? Let go!" He tries breaking away but your leg moves over his body, just nuzzling the tsundere more.

you end up on top of him, trapping the teen with your arms on each side of his head. His dark blue eyes stare into yours, he's stunned once again but this time very flushed.

"I'm tired, and you're warm." You move a hand to gentle hold his chin. Your thumb strokes his pasty skin, staring back into his pretty eyes.

"y/n–"

"can I nap on you" you blinked tiredly as you asked. The tone of your voice was soft and faint.. but you made a small smile in hopes he'd say yes.

with your thumb caressing his face and you ontop of him he really had no other choice, he was also pretty exhausted currently. His eyes softened but they darted away from yours, "whatever, just shut up and sleep.." His arms landed behind your back, looking back in your direction again.

he saw that tired smile of yours grow wide as you squealed lightly, falling ontop of his body. The boy smiled aswell, away from your view, pulling the covers over you and him.

"yayy you're the bessst"

"yeah yeah.." you kiss his neck, giving it a peck before resting your face there and closing your eyes peacefully in his grasp.

he was expecting to be alone, just a nap by himself but he did.. enjoy your company. His hand slowly rubs your back so to soothe you and himself. In a way It worked, you fell right asleep on his warm self as he did the same a few minutes later, slowly drifting off into a blissful sleep with the company of you.

bonus ;

'click!'

"oh yeah definitely saving this."

"leorio!"

"whaat?" kurapika gives the snickering tall man a look before he looks back at the pair in bed.

"they grow up so fast don't they?" the blonde mutters, a warm smile tugging at his lips. Leorio slips his phone back into his pocket, looking at the the cuddled pair.

"they do, don't they?" Leorio smiles as well. The two admire from the entry of killua's door, quietly and carefully.

but a disturbing loud voice comes rushing inside.

"KURAAPIKAAA GUESS WHA–"

"GON SHHH!" leorio and kurapika both cover the ravenette's mouth in a panicked rush.

"buhat kuwapika—"

"gon please!"

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

CARMEN SANDIEGO INCORRECT QUOTES ULTIMATE EDITION! {WARNING! THERE ARE SHIPS. NO ELABORATION}

Shadowsan: I didn't drink that much last night. Carmen: You were flirting with Chase. Shadowsan: So what? They're my partner. Carmen: You asked if they were single. Carmen: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Zack: Hey, Carmen you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform. Carmen: Have you ever been to a mortuary? Zack: Yea, my grandma lives there. Julia: That is the worst response to that question.

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Zack: I may be stupid. The Squad: … Zack: Oh, did you think I was going to finish that sentence?

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Hideo: Suhara, what are you doing? Shadowsan: Making chocolate pudding. Hideo: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding? Shadowsan: Because I've lost control of my life. Shadowsan: Here's your pudding, Julia. Julia: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

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Hideo: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Carmen: What? No, I— Chase: enters room Hideo: jaw clenches

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Carmen: Go on, give Zack a compliment. Ivy: How do you expect me to do that? Player: Just say something that you wish someone would say to you. Ivy: Uhh… You are now unbanned from Free Ham Sandwich Day! Zack, sobbing: Nobody’s ever said that to me before!

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Chase: holding a salt packet It’s just a little sodium chloride. Julia: Actually Chase, it’s salt. Chase: That’s what I said, sodium chloride. Julia: Uh Chase, that would be salt. Julia: takes salt packer from Chase This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

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Shadowsan, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Zack: grabs and chugs the entire bottle Zack: Zack: It's perfume.

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Chase: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Julia: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

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Professor Maelstrom: Dr. Bellum, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! Dr. Bellum: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

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Brunt: You disgust me. Cleo: eating a kitkat sideways I realize this and don’t care.

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Brunt: looks over Dr. Bellum’s shoulder at their laptop What the fuck? Dr. Bellum: slams screen shut It’s just research! For something I’m writing about! I swear that’s it! Brunt: Why the hell would that involve the breeding habits of frogs? Dr. Bellum: It’s not just “frogs”, it’s the Surinam Toad. And it’s not “breeding habits”, it’s how they raise their young. This is important information my audience needs to know! Brunt: That doesn’t change the fact this is for one line in a fanfiction. Dr. Bellum, offendedly: You don’t know that! Brunt: I hear no denial.

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Dr. Bellum: This food is too hot… I cant eat it. Cleo: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: silence Brunt: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Professor Maelstrom: One dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

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Dr. Bellum: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Cleo made me get tested.

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Professor Maelstrom: Is Cleo always like this when they lose? Dr. Bellum: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 2015. Cleo: You bumped that table and you know it!

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Cleo: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Brunt: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Dr. Bellum. Cleo, pointing their hot glue gun towards Brunt: You’re on thin fucking ice.

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Dr. Bellum is shopping with Cleo Dr. Bellum: Can I get a silenced pistol? Cleo: If there’s one on sale.

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Dr. Bellum: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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Professor Maelstrom: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Brunt: Awww, thanks- Professor Maelstrom: That’s not a good thing. Brunt: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

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Dr. Bellum: How petty can you get? Cleo: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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Dr. Bellum: I drink to forget but I always remember. Professor Maelstrom: You're drinking orange juice.

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Carmen: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Ivy: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Carmen: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ZACK WITH ME Shadowsan, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Carmen, setting down a card: Ace of spades Ivy, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Zack, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you Shadowsan, trembling: What are we playing

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Carmen: Dammit, Zack! Zack: What?! It wasn’t me! Carmen: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Ivy! Ivy: Not me either. Carmen: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Shadowsan: whistles

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Vlad: You should really cover your webcam with something, what if someone's watching? Boris: Huh, really? I probably have a sticker or something if that would do. Vlad: Sure, sure- Vlad: ...Why do you have a sticker of me? Boris: Oh, it's just one of the spares. Vlad: ...Spares?

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Boris: *running towards Vlad with open arms* Vlad: *moves out of the way* Boris: Hey, why'd you move?! Vlad: I thought you were going to attack me. Boris: I was going to hug you! Vlad: Why would you hug me? Boris: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Boris: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Vlad: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Boris: Cheers to our new "YAKT". Vlad: the "c" is silent. Boris, staring out at the horizon: Yes, it's very tranquil. You're right.

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Vlad: Wow, Boris, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Boris: We literally slept together yesterday. Vlad: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

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Hacker: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up! Hacker: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

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Ivy, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Ivy, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

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Zack: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

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Zack: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? Shadowsan: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. Carmen: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. Ivy: Rock also defeats baby.

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Chase: I am a responsible adult! Julia: raises brow Chase: I am an adult.

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Ivy, grinning: Before you were what? Julia: Before I was- Ivy: What? Julia: Before I was inter- Ivy: Before you were interrupted? Julia: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll- Ivy: What? Julia: makes frustrated sound Shadowsan, nervously: Stop that. Before they hurt you.

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Ivy: Where are you going? Hideo: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

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Shadowsan: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Chase: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Shadowsan: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Ivy: Ya know… it might be.

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Zack: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. Dash Haber: What- how? Zack: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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Young Shadowsan: I am a ninja. Young Hideo: No, you’re not. Young Shadowsan: Did you see me do that? Young Hideo: Do what? Young Shadowsan: Exactly.

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Young Hideo: Suhara-kun, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. Young Shadowsan: Why? I'm fine on the stand! flashback to Testimony #1 Young Shadowsan: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. Young Shadowsan, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. flashback to Testimony #2 Young Shadowsan: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: …Crying? flashback to Testimony #3 Young Shadowsan: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers. Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

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Zack: Ivy, I screwed up, big time. Ivy: Zack, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Shadowsan: Zack is forbidden from monologuing.

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Shadowsan: Turns on the kitchen light Zack: Sitting at the table, eating bread Shadowsan: It’s four in the morning. Zack: Turn the light back off.

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At a zoo Zack: What are they in for? Player: Zack, this isn't prison. Zack: So they can leave? Player: No, but- Zack, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Young Shadowsan: Fight me! Young Hideo, standing behind them and holding a knife: mouths Do not.

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Shadowsan: What’s sexting? Ivy: I'm not having this conversation with you.

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After picking Zack up from Denny's Shadowsan: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing. Zack: But ya' didn't!

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Shadowsan: Did it hurt when you fell- Chase: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Shadowsan: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Chase: … Shadowsan: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Carmen: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Zack will and will not eat. Player: Grass? Yes! Carmen: Moss? Yes!! Player: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Carmen: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Player: Worms? Sometimes! Carmen: Rocks? Usually nah. Player: Twigs? Usually! Carmen: Ivy's cooking? Inconclusive! Julia: How did you… test this? Carmen: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it. Julia: … I don’t know how to feel about this. Ivy: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Chase: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind. Chase: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. Chase: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year? Shadowsan: This is Monopoly.

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Carmen: Holding up a picture of a seemingly young anime girl WHO IS SHE?! IS SHE TWELVE?! Player: No! She's a thousand years ol- Carmen: Plays the reverse card on Uno Online Player: NO! NOOOOOOOOOO-!

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Zack: There is no i in happyness… Chase: There is if you fucking spell it right.

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Roundabout: That's not funny. Dr Bellum: I thought it was funny. Roundabout: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.

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Prof. Maelstrom: What do we say when life disappoints us? Countess Cleo: Called it! Prof. Maelstrom: No.

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Dr Bellum: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma? Coach Brunt: Oklahoma City, bitch!

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Dr Bellum: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Coach Brunt: That's because you're too short to do so. Dr Bellum: …Listen here you fucking—

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playing twister Coach Brunt: Right hand red. Countess Cleo: ends up on top of Dr Bellum Dr Bellum: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Coach Brunt: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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Prof. Maelstrom: Is it still visible? Where Lady Dokuso slapped me? Roundabout: Your face looks like a don't walk signal. Coach Brunt: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box. Countess Cleo: A palm reader could tell Lady Dokuso's future by looking at your face. Dr Bellum: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face. Prof. Maelstrom: …A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

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Dr Bellum, to Countess Cleo: We had a date! Dr Bellum: aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book

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Roundabout: So, how long have you and Countess Cleo been together? Lady Dokuso: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Countess Cleo and I are not together. No. No. Roundabout: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

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Coach Brunt: Gunnar told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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Tigress: I know you love them. El Topo: I am not in love with Jean-Paul! Tigress, staring at El Topo: I never said who… El Topo: realizes El Topo: Shit. Well, anyways-

Hacker: Uhh.. Mime Bomb just asked if we want to… Hacker: “Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?” Neil the Eel, not even looking up from their phone: They’re asking if you wanna cut down Christmas Trees. Hacker: Oh, that makes more sense.

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Tigress, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

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Paper Star: Hey guys, what are your favorite kinds of pudding? Tigress: Pudding deez nuts in your mouth? Is that what you were about to say? Do you gain joy from tricking your innocent cohorts? What if I actually wanted to tell you about my favorite pudding?

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Hacker: I have a problem. Tigress: Kill it. Hacker: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Paper Star: Why are you wearing glasses? Neil the Eel: Errr…reading…? Paper Star: Reading? Paper Star: I didn’t know you could read.

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El Topo: Can you please just apologize to Neil? Le Chevre: Fine, but I have to warn you that this may make me a nicer, better person and that is not who you feel in love with.

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Carmen: What's an orgasm?

Ivy: When you fold paper to look like birds and shit.

Zack: That's oregano bitch.

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Player: Sorry I was late I was zoomed in on Google Maps following a river from source to mouth.

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Player and Carmen are texting

Player: You're only gonna catch feelings and get hurt

Carmen: But she's. So funny

Player: So are clowns. Do you see me texting Chuck E Cheese everyday

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Shadowsan: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE! Carmen: Climbing THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

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Zack: I don’t remember that. Chase: Do you remember that night last week when you slept in a revolving door? Zack: …No. Chase: Okay, do you remember when you were chased by those wild dogs for two miles? Zack: Not especially, no. Chase: It was in between those two things.

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Carmen: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight. Ivy: But are you shuffling? Carmen: Everyday. Shadowsan: What language are you two speaking??

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Brotherly Bickering going on here

Shadowsan: I intend to stay pissed at you forever. Shadowsan: Even if I seem helpful. Hideo: Then you're in luck. Hideo: Because you don't.

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Zack: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon. Shadowsan: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic. Zack: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

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Zack: Why do you act like we’re three year olds? Shadowsan, exasperated: WHY?!? Shadowsan points at Ivy: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR! Shadowsan points at Chase: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK! Shadowsan points at Zack: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND! Shadowsan: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

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Zack: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth. Ivy: Why? Zack, shaking a bag of teeth: Just because.

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Shadowsan: What's this? Chase, hugging Shadowsan: Affection! Shadowsan: Disgusting. Shadowsan: …Do it again.

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Maelstrom: That's a nice arguement, Brunt. Why don't you back it up with a source? Brunt: My source is that I made it the fuck up!

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Maelstrom: Time sensitive question how flirt boy. Saira: Throw rocks at he. Brunt: Hot Dogs. Cleo: Kill him. Maelstrom: Thanks guys.

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Boris: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Vlad: I wrote you a poem. Boris, already crying: You did?

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Boris: Wow, they really hate us. Vlad: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic. Boris: But we’re not gay, Vlad. Vlad: Boris: Vlad: We’re not?

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Zack: Two bros! Zack: Chillin' in a hot tub! Zack: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

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Dash: I want to kiss you. Zack, not paying attention: What? Dash: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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Dash walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Zack, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK. Zack, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

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Neil : Mimebomb and I are no longer friends. Mimebomb, Signing: NEIL THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Neil and Mimebomb are in Paris. Neil : I'm…moved. I…I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel…destiny? Mimebomb, Signing: But… Neil : I don't know what it is. I feel like… I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and… Mimebomb, Signing: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? Neil : Yeah. Mimebomb, Signing: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. Neil : Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Mimebomb, Signing: Okay, alright.

AND THAT''S THE END. Or is it....?

[delopsia]

del 🤔💐 has tackling & wrestling ever led to rhett and robby getting sexy? has reader ever been in the middle of something (reading, watching tv, catching up on work, cooking, etc.) and then here comes this hot chaos pile that... is steadily getting even hotter before their very eyes?

I'm convinced that you can hear my thoughts because I've been thinking about this for weeks now 😭I hope that the formatting on this isn't wonky when it posts, every time I hit save, my italics disappear 💃

Nobody ever knows when and if it will happen, but it does tend to happen when it's been a while since anything's gotten hot and heavy between the three. It happens the most during the first week that Bob's home from a deployment since he tends to come home with a lot of pent-up energy...I'm getting sidetracked, and it's only the first paragraph.

A lot tends to happen when those two are wrestling with each other. Rhett's giggling like a fool, and Bob's fallen into that focused sort of silence that only comes about when he's genuinely trying to put up a good fight. (Good fight meaning, "I'm going to make it look like I'm trying to win, but I'm going to intentionally make a mistake so that you come out on top.")

And then there are the thighs that can end up between someone else's legs, the hands that wind up in the wrong places, and the grunts that sound like they're meant for the bedroom and not for a wrestling match on the front lawn. It only takes one little thing for things to devolve from there.

If Rhett wins, then he more than often winds up sprawled over top of Bob, straddling his hips as he nips at the little bit of collarbone that peeks out of Bob's shirt. That soft, sensitive little space where he can leave marks, and nobody has to worry about covering them up. Always so eager to have his way and reap the benefits of coming out on top.

It used to be fun to mark up Bob's pale neck right when he came up, but Mickey once saw a fading hickey behind Bob's ear and thought it would be funny to prank call the Floytt house and tell them they were disrespecting government property. Bob still can't talk about it without turning a lovely shade of stop-sign red.

Bob is a willing loser every time. You mean to tell him that he's supposed to fight against this? Rhett's thick thighs squeezing him just right as he grinds down on him? The potential of getting Rhett to ride him like he does one of those rodeo bulls? These are the reasons Bob feigns weakness, your honor.

If the Reader walks in, then they're walking in on...a pretty typical sight, actually. Rhett comes out on top most of the time, and his favorite thing is to sit on Bob's lap and steal what has been dubbed "victory kisses" until he's content. So it's not that odd for them to walk in and see those two consumed in a kiss that the Reader could hear from the hallway. But then they're noticing Bob's hips rolling up into Rhett's ass, and Rhett's working his way down to those freckled collarbones, and Bob's shyly smiling up at the Reader.

If the Reader is feeling up to it, then Rhett happily shares his victory spoils, scooting to the side so that they both have access to that sputtering WSO. But if they're more in the mood to watch, then Rhett's just as happy to put on a show.

If Bob wins, then Rhett quite literally shuts up and goes limp. And it definitely does not have anything to do with him having a thing for being pinned down. No, no, it does not. It's like a switch flips: one moment, he's doing everything he can to win, and the next, he's got his wrists pinned above his head, and he's nearly purring like a kitten.

It's even worse if Bob's in the mood to manhandle him. Where he'll usually fuss if Bob grabs his hips and yanks them high into the air, he's completely silent. Bob can do whatever the hell he wants to him, and Rhett's just happy to be there. It's rare, but there are instances where Bob will ride him just to give him a taste of his own medicine.

If the Reader walks in, then it is absolutely by accident. Again, Rhett's gone quiet, and Bob's voice doesn't really carry, so the Reader has no idea what's going on until they're laying eyes on those two. Sometimes, they're merely coming to see what Rhett and Bob are doing, but every once in a while, they're doing chores or walking about the house while on the phone and stumbling upon a hell of a scene. Even if the Reader doesn't walk in, Bob will call them into the room, just in case they want to join in on the fun.

If the Reader's up to it, then Rhett's opening his mouth and fussing until they've got their hands on him. He wants everyone's attention when he's like this, whether that leaves him licking the Reader out while Bob fucks him, the Reader riding him, or something in between, he doesn't care.

But if the Reader would rather watch, then he's going to complain until they at least hold his hand or are touching him in some shape or fashion. Something about being submissive makes him clingy.

And then there's always the off chance that the wrestling match goes down right in front of the Reader. There was one time when they were nose deep in a new book, heard a funny noise, and looked up to find Rhett's hand lazily jerking his and Bob's cocks together. Given, those two were actively trying to see how far they could go without being noticed, but alas...

If the Reader isn't even home when the shenanigans ensue, then their phone is lighting up with photos and videos. There is truly nothing quite like being at dinner with friends and receiving a video of one of your husbands riding the other.

And, of course, Rhett and Bob are absolutely waiting to pounce on the Reader the moment they get home, ready for a round two with everyone involved.

💐💃

[sillygoofyqueer]

The Untamed review: episode three!!!

Nooo, the tavern has been fully booked, who did this to them 😔

PRETTY WOMEN

MIANMIAN!!!!!!!!

Checking them out, Wei Wuxian??

Of course it's the Jin clan, god, money-hungry bastards

Steal it. You know you want to.

Wei Wuxian, what are you up to???

Don't put the blame on other people!!!

Go on Mianmian, you're such a badass

Hehe, Yuando

Look at him giggle!!

You fucking flirt, it's funny that you're so gay as well

And now you introduce yourself, white /aff

She's such a good wing woman, I like this girl

GO ON MIANMIAN!!!!!

He's not a playboy, he's gay

I love them both so so kuch

JIANG YANLI!!!!!

My poor baby girl

Who the fuck is kicking them out

Kill him. Just- kill him.

Who's this bro criticising everything???

Mianmian, it's not your fault he's rich 😒

As if he needs all those people

Look at her, ain't she so pretty??

What the fuck is Wei Wuxian holding?? A stick

Who does this bozo think he is

Shut your mouth, bozo

Jiang Cheng is being too civil

Let Wei Wuxian at 'em

Nobody needs that many servants

Hehehehehe, he's such a tease.

Bro's like 'don't touch me peasant'

Drawing your sword against WEI WUXIAN?? Dumbass

Bbg, you deserve so much better. You're much prettier than him.

So neat 😔

FUCKING RUDE

The bozo needs to learn how to whisper

Wei Wuxian, you're ruining the tension

I want to flick my sleeves as well

THEIR TICKETS!!!!

They were kicked out by a pompous monster

He's always thinking of alcohol

Who knows why they were arranged to be married

THE SIMULTANEOUS SHRUG

CLOUD RECESSES!!!!!!!

Bros can't even get in

They look very good in white

LAN WANGJI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He's very good at hearing, no point whispering

What's up with him???

Bro's chilling

Look, it's his boyfriend

The way his eyes stay on Wei Wuxian for a moment

He's very stern, leave him alone

Wei Wuxian looks like he's gonna cry

Ahhhh!! AHHHHHH!!

The silencing spell!!!!!!!!

I like how he hits Jiang Cheng, like it's his fault

LAN WANGJI PAUSED FOR HIM, AHHHHH

He's literally just going to find the invitations, don't worry

It looks chilly lmao

Awww, Wei Wuxian is not one to be easily embarrassed

Jiang Yanli 😭😭😭

Who's that??

LAN WANGJI!!!????!??!

He literally got everything and now he's been ditched

Alcoholic 😔

Wei Wuxian looks so chuffed with it

What is bro doing??? HE JUST BROKE IT

Look at him, so jolly with himself

He's fucking clambering around like a little squirrel

"Oh, hey boyfriend"

Look at him glare, I'm cackling

The fucking side eye

The way he clutches the alcohol so protectively

He's giggling so much

HE'S TRYING TO SHARE THE ALCOHOL WHAT A GUY

Trying to silence you because you're so hot, my guy

Even their fighting is gay for each other

Okay, seriously, what the fuck is Wei Wuxian holding in his hands??

Bro, guy has actual skills and you're shocked??? What a guy

Why can't someone gay fight with me like this?

Literally threw himself off a building just to save his alcohol

"turn around" EYOOOOOO FOR WHAT

DON'T INSULT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S CLAN, WHORE I LOVE YOU

"I can drink OUTSIDE the Lan boundaries, right?"

The way Lan Zhan grumbles like a toddler

The silencing spell, what a guy, I really love Lan Wangji

What's wrong with this fool? That looks nasty.

Hay pretty boy LAN XICHEN XOXOXO

Oh. Lan Qiren too. Hi.

Wangji shouldn't be bringing around any corpses.

CULTIVATORS GOING MISSING?!?????

Lan Qiren what are you doing bestie

He looks angry hahahaha

Grumble grumble grumble "who's making that noise?" THE STAIN UPON YOUR CAREER

Lan Xichen is being so polite and kind compared to Lan Wangji, I have to wonder how many people preferred him to Lan Zhan upon first watching this

"I can't blame the innocent, but I can't defame our rules 😔" so sincere

"how would you like to punish this guy?" Lan Xichen, I love you, but how the fuck would Lan Wangji ever want to punish his boyfriend?

TRANSCRIBE THE PRINCIPLES THREE HUNDRED TIMES???!?! LAN WANGJI, YOU SADIST

The fear in Wei Wuxian's eyes is my favourite part I think, really brings it all together

Anything but that, lmaooo

"bro, get rid of the silencing spell, pleeeaaaseee 🥺"

Bro is literally lying, I love him.

The hesitance as he backs away, cackling

BLAMING IT ON JIN ZIXUAN!!!! THAT'S MY BOY!

At least he's being honest about the Emperor's Smile.

"I didn't even get a sip before he broke oneee ���😭" He's just fucking complaining and I love him for it

I love that Lan Wangji is just staring into the distance casually without any sort of expression. He's so me

He may have violated the principles, but he's just a little guy.

Of course he can't.

"also, he helped the Jiangs get in-" "brooooo, why would you drop me in like that???" Is what I think Lan Wangji would say if he talked often

The romantic music playing I'm cackling

THE CHEEKY SMILLLEEEEEE

He looks so teasing as he wanders over, who couldn't fall in love with that

Bro's grasping his sword because he has never felt this gay in his life

The puppy dog eyes "I'm sorry, okay? 🥺🥺🥺" Is killing me. I too would become gay for this guy.

Lan Xichen smells the gay tension and cuts through it with a sword

THE POUT HAHAHAHA

WOAH. Dead body. He's literally calling them out.

NIGHTLESS CITY?!??!

WEN QING YOU'RE SO PRETTY!!!!

Booo, not Wen Chao.

Stop. Trying. To. Do. Evil.

Take your brother with you, who knows what they'll do to MY LITTLE MAN.

Yes, yes I am.

Wen Qing nooooo

You've bowed three times now

Show off.

Nah, the wind is fucking insane right now

THE CORPSE IS SITTING UP AAAAAHHH

Wei Wuxian is literally in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He's literally a genius, oh my god.

Lan Wangji wanting to be in sync with him ahhahaha

"he's like a puppet" me too

Brilliant makeup, by the way. Props.

Gazing into the moon like any good gay person would.

Brotherly bonding timeeeee.

Chatting about the corpse in the other room lmao

I wouldn't mind living in Gusu.

HE'S JUST GOTTEN BACK BRO. I love them so so much.

He probably has been too strict on the gay guy. But they're actually such a good team.

HE WANTS HIM TO MAKE FRIENDS!!!

Name dropping Wei Ying, matchmaking for real

Lan Wangji looks pissed but he's just kind of in love, it's fine.

Which corpse are you? Tag yourself.

XUE YANG, YOU VILE LITTLE THING. HOW ARE YOU.

Fuck off Wen one name or another

L there's only a shard of it.

Xue Yang is such a guy, I love him so much. Listen to him giggle.

Just kill him yourself, Xue Yang.

I'm going to fucking eat him, PLATONICALLY.

Watch him strut!

Bro wants to beat the clan, he knows how to barter with someone #icon.

[jinkicake]

Adding back to my “Lilith died so Lucifer could get laid” theory. I read a fic years ago about Lilith meeting mc and mc wants to fight God (understandable) and Lilith isn’t mad she’s calm asf just happy to finally meet her and she’s like???? “Aren’t you pissed??? You literally died just to come back up to the celestial realm” And Lilith is holding back a laugh like “mc, beloved if I had ent died and the war never happened where would you be?” And she’s like 😀🙂 oh okay. Like damn,,,, we would have never gotten to meet them! And Satan wouldn’t exist🥲 like that’s so said to think and IK the brothers don’t want to hear that. So imagine like idk how marrying 7 people at once would go but it’s your wedding or some type of “we swear to be together for eternity” ceremony and it’s all fun and cool even some of the angels who were against them are there bc like CANNOT keep his mouth shut about his fav big sibling getting married and Michael was like oh it gotta be here for the drama👀 maybe diavolo would walk mc down the isle but like lmao he’s apart of my harem too💀 might have to wake his dad up for that one. Or they walk to us and Lucifer is the last to go for he feels this overwhelming familiar presence and freezes and god has to give a speech bc lmao he does what he wants CLEARLY. The brothers feel every emotion at once, sadness, fear, rage and confusion they don’t even know what to do as they were stunned into silence and diavolo is like 😅what do you need?? And he starts some long speech about how they’re still his kids and Lucifer was his favorite before he drops the bomb that he sacrificed Lilith so mc could be born bc their his soulmate💀 bc if mr all seeing eye can know the past present and future why ain’t he do something before?? Why did he let that human being born?? He sat back and watched lmao and Michael helped!! So he’s like “yeaaaaaahh remember when I told you you need to loosen up and get laid?,,,, we’ll nobody was good enough for you so I had to make your soulmate from hand🥰” and literally people are about to pass out bc HUH??? PEOPLE DIED MAN!! Michael is like “no yeah can confirm I thought it was crazy too when he first told me” Lilith is a lil salty bc she wasn’t in on it but 🤷🏿‍♂️ she took one for the team. Imagine belphie bc he’s always the quickest to anger when it comes to this flips his shit and is like?? What the FUCK is wrong with you so you know how much suffering you put us through??? And Michael pipes up and is like “are you mad when you’re getting your dick wet??? Okay then relax” Aiken can’t even be like “what an odd turn of events” bc they can get his ass too “yeah we sent you to this exchange program for a reason lmao. No offense but you are NOT my strongest soldier. Pussy had you in your knees more than prayer ik that was a set up.”😭😭so before he’s like yeah so mc was MY gift to you, uh your welcome! Bc it was FR only for Lucifer but he might have added a lil too much charisma, and when he gives his well wishes he sends a shit eating grin and a wink over to diavolo and makes a comment on how well his plan to unify the realms is coming along and he hopes to be In attendance for his wedding and he’s like “excuse me???” Barbatos can’t even see wtf he’s talking about😭 but like since Lilith wasn’t an angel or demon when she fell she was like a mix of both and mc is a human if they had a kid it would be all three🤭 rip tho bc they’re all gunna be way more possessive when they fuck you I fear. Now when they say shit like “you’re taking it so well like you were made for me” THEY REALLY MEAN IT Lucifer gets a little rush of serotonin when he sees you on your knees for him and he is reminded that it’s all for him, and nobody can stop him from destroying your insides come morning, Belphegor who would get hitter over remembering watching Lilith perish before his eyes looming at it in a new light and taking it out on you. “Aren’t you gunna take responsibility for all the trouble you’ve me? The time spent in the attic” when he’s making your brain liquid

omg this makes me wonder who the demons would choose... mc or lilith like i know they would pick mc but also... would they?

no but like what if michael did all that and then mc chose to be with like barbatos or simeon HAHAH for me they would win five times out of seven.... the only people im NOT choosing over them is luci and mammon...

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

Deep Down

A/N: Hi so this is some chickenshit. Nobody asked me to write this bad boy.

Summary: You and DJ had sex the night before and when you wake up, he helps you through your doubts.

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Deep south.

That's the first thing I think when my brain summons itself from the sleepy confines of slumberland. My body aches all over and I feel a sort of ecstasy and lightness in my chest.

Of course, the sensation only lasts for about a millisecond or so.

The next second, I'm hit by a huge wave of horror.

What the hell have I done?

I'm staring at the ceiling, fucking paralyzed, uncaring about the cold air hitting my bare chest. I'm breathing hard through my mouth as I look up but don't really see anything.

First thought: My parents are gonna kill me.

Second thought: If I'm pregnant, he's probably gonna kill me.

Okay, not literally. We don't condone abuse in this establishment (admittedly, one of my favorite "smart" lines. I'm a pretty shy kid.). But holy shit. This is something else. This is a crime.

A crime that I let happen.

I'm so fucking absorved in this bubble of trauma, I don't fucking notice the man next to me shaking my shoulders until he gives me a light smack. Suddenly, I snap out of my thoughts to find the source of love leaning over me.

"Are you alright?" He asks, in his deep sexy baritone. I look up at him, and I must look petrified, because his brows are furrowed as he cradles my naked body closer to his. My eyes are wide and I think I'm shaking. I bury my face into his tattooed chest, unable to stop the hammering of my heart.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He whispers above me. I quietly shake my head on his chest, too afraid to speak. He leans in and nuzzles the top of my head. I let out a small sob.

"Tell me what's wrong, love," he says, starting to cradle me with his body. I was determined not to be weak yesterday night--this morning--when I was in the presence of these people--but I'm too overwhelmed. I let out another sob as I shift closer to him.

Look what you're doing, you pathetic slut, a voice whispers in my head. My voice. The voice that guides me to be a perfect girl for my parents...the voice that, in my better moments, I recognize as nothing but a grave-digger. The voice that was silenced by the music, but has come back in the presence of the guitarist.

You hoe. You can't do anything right. Look what a FUCKING CRIME you've committed! YOU'RE NOTHING BETTER THAN THOSE HOPELESS WHORES THAT SLEEP AROUND ALL THE TIME! THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE DONE, SLEEPING AROUND! WHORE!

It was just a one-night stand! I plead to myself desperately.

Doesn't fuckin' matter, the voice intones sardonically. Fact is you're a whore.

"No I'm not," I whisper softly.

But even as I deny it, I know in my bones that that's the truth. I can't escape it. I'm a slut.

My selfish dumbass thought I could stoop as low as those other girls. The ones who gave into temptation. The ones who I didn't judge for their ways--they could do whatever the fuck they wanted--but that was not the route I was going to take. At least, not until yesterday night.

I even bought birth control pills for this. Fucking birth control. Just in case I got attacked, or compromised somehow, or--

"Hey..." a voice says from above me.

I slowly look up to see his genial face above mine. His arms hug me to his body, and I depravedly lap it up.

"Is it because of last night?" he murmurs.

I nod, still looking up at that handsome face.

"It's okay to have sex," he says. "There's nothing wrong with it, as long as it's consensual and nobody was seriously harmed."

"I know that," I choke out. There's a familiar dread in my stomach; that if I don't give him the answer he wants, he's going to leave me, or be disappointed in me, or yell at me--

"Then why're you so torn up?" He says, closing his eyes. I look down, squinch my eyes shut, bury my face into his chest. A moment later, I open my eyes.

"Cuz..." I whisper. But I can't say it. Because I can't face the truth.

Yesterday was different. Yesterday was awesome. Yesterday was a great day, where I felt great in my own skin. Too great.

Great enough to break the vow I had to myself of no sex before marriage.

My parents always told me it was against our culture. It was not something that happened, back where they were from. It was a disgraceful thing to do, and even though it was viewed more loosely here, their morals held.

"Cuz what?" he says softly into my ears. I shake my head. He moves his hand to stroke my thigh, and then moves up to my ass cheek. I shiver, tears threatening to fall.

There's a long sigh from above me. "I know you're hurting," he says softly. "I know there's some inner turmoil in there about something. But I don't know what it is. And I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong."

I suddenly choke out a laugh. "'S what my dad said. When I wouldn't tell him wha' I thought in my head when I told 'im I was feelin' down."

"And why didn't you tell him your thoughts?"

"You really don't know?" I ask softly.

"Kids tell their parents a lot of things...why didn't you tell him your feelings?"

I smile and shake my head at his innocence. "Cuz. He wouldn't'a liked it."

"Whaddya mean?"

"I mean," I say, shifting up to meet his eyes, "that he'd...disapprove greatly on some of the things that go through my head."

"Like...how?"

"Some obsessions, crushes maybe. Shit like that. Just normal shit."

"He'd...disapprove of you thinking of normal teenage shit."

"No."

"Then?"

"He would disapprove of the person I'd've proven I'd become."

"Which is...?"

"Someone who doesn't meet his expectations of always studying, being compassionate, kind, focused on her career and learning the most in high school to get into a good college and therefore setting up the rest of my life to be good--"

"Hold on. I don't...understand."

"He said once he didn't want me thinking of all this dumb teenager stuff, that he knew I'd be better than that. I often think about it."

"What did he mean by dumb teenager stuff?"

"I think--I think he meant stuff like obsessions and crushes and friends and drama and all that stuff people talk about in high school."

"But that's just normal stuff...Are you sure that's what he meant?"

"He talked about not wasting time writing stories, when I came out to him about fanfiction, and he never really mentioned normal teen stuff as stuff I should think about. He never mentioned that. All he mentioned was the other stuff I said."

"And I suppose he'd never mentioned sex, either."

I jolt, caught very off guard. "What?" I ask, confused.

"Sex," he says in my ear. "Did he ever say that it's okay to have sex for pleasure?"

I look at him.

"Because I don't think he did," he says. He moves away from me a little. "I don't think your father mentioned that engaging in sexual intercourse for pleasure is an acceptable thing to do. And I believe you don't need to be married to have sex." I feel his fingers teasing me down below, and a little shiver runs through me.

"I'll worship you now like I did last night," he whispers. "You don't need to do anything--this is your treat. And a lesson too, I suppose."

He leans in to kiss me.

"It's okay to fuck for pleasure."

A/N: thanks for reading this! Also i am tagging @beenlovingromansincedayoneish because you were asking for DJ fics a while back and here's one so I hope you enjoyed it

Hoping everyone who sees this has a wonderful day :)

[luvingtsumu]

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𖥔 ࣪˖ ( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

being in love was already horrible for atsumu. but being in love with his best friend was a pure torture; he couldn’t let you know, he shouldn’t, even if that meant he had to suffer in silence. the problem was that every day it became more and more difficult to keep hiding his feelings.

★ genre: fluff | content: friends to lovers, atsumu is head over heels, repressed feelings, jealousy.

★ author’s note: i’m not joking when i tell you that tumblr kept not-saving this stupid one-shot. i literally had to write it over and over again 5 TIMES 👺

“You’re staring too much.” you told Atsumu, grinning.

Atsumu blinked a few times, realizing he had been staring at you the whole time you were speaking.

His cheeks got a red color, so subtle that you didn’t noticed.

“If you like me, just say it.” you joked.

“S-shut up! Ya wish I liked ya, ugly.” he mumbled, turning his head down to look at his food instead.

“Ugly!? Look who’s speaking. Mr. Piss hair.” you glared at him.

“‘s blonde!” he snapped his head towards you.

“Is the word ‘toner’ not in your vocabulary?”

“Shut up!”

His hand reached for your cheek, pinching it as you whined. Suna and Osamu ate in silence as they saw you two fight, again.

He finally let go of you, watching you as you rubbed your —now red— cheek, a small smile on your face. The light of the restaurant made you look angelic, and your giggles were enough to make his heart skip a beat.

He didn’t knew how, why or when it started happening, but your presence made him feel butterflies on his stomach. No, butterflies was an understatement. He felt a whole zoo on his stomach whenever you were close to him.

He knew it was wrong, so he got better at hiding it. No one could ever know that you’d managed to get under his skin. He was the setter of the volleyball team, an outstanding player, a handsome and smart young dude, and he was one of the most popular guys in school. And yet, his best friend was the only one who could bring him to his knees.

“We were talkin’ ‘bout goin’ to the bowlin’ place after this.” Osamu said, interrupting whatever fantasy Atsumu was having.

“Bowling?” you whined “I’m wearing heels, can’t we go somewhere else?”

“Like where?”

“I don’t know, to the mall?” you grabbed one french fry and took a bite of it as you looked at Suna and Osamu.

“To the mall? That’s boring.” Suna said “What are we gonna do, walk around?”

“Pretty much.” you said “Come on! It’s supposed to be my time to choose.”

“But no one likes your ideas.” Suna smirked.

“That’s cause you guys are boring.” you mumbled and turned to look at Atsumu “‘tsumuuu, do something.”

The way you looked at him made him stumble like an idiot. Your eyes were the most beautiful thing he ever saw in his 17 years of life, they were like the stars in the night sky.

“What…What happened?” he asked, not even aware of his surroundings, just you.

“They don’t want to go to the mall because apparently my ideas are too boring.” your lips formed a small pout, and it was taking everything in Atsumu to not steal a kiss from you.

Atsumu thought back on how many times he watched you complain because nobody liked your ideas. He had never gotten bored when you took him to the mall and when you told him about all the makeup you bought and your girlie things.

Everything seemed to be 10 times more interesting when you were there. He didn’t mind carrying all your bags or walking for hours as long as you were there, he wanted you to be happy, he wanted to see every smile and hear every laugh that you could give him.

“Well, I could go to the mall with ya and we’ll catch up with ‘em later.” he suggested.

“Really?” you smiled and he smiled too, nodding “Thank you, ‘tsumu! See? Sometimes you’re nice.” you joked, making him roll his eyes as he chuckled.

“Try this on.” you got in tiptoes to reach for his head and he leaned down towards you.

You helped him put on a beanie, he felt your hands on his hair, your touch was so gentle and, god, he hoped you wouldn’t notice the way his face flushed in red.

He felt your breath on his neck, such a simple thing that made his world stop. He couldn’t stop looking at you, his eyes were only for you, they always have been.

“What do you think?” you smiled at him, waiting for a reaction that never came because he was too dumbfounded.

“I— uh.” he was stuttering, something he’d never done before.

When did it all come to this? When did everything changed about how he saw you?

Your eyes were the sun, your laugh the sound of rain, and your smile the flowers blooming. You were perfection. How could he earn being the right to be close to you? He didn’t want things to happen because everything was forcing it to happen, he wanted things to happen because you wanted it to happen.

“Atsumu?” his name sounded like an angelic call when you said it, and he wanted you to be the only girl that would ever say it.

“Hm?” he mumbled, finally realizing that he had been staring deeply at you for an awful long time.

“I asked what do you think.” you let out a small chuckle “Of the beanie.”

“‘s nice.” he said, knowing damn well he never once turned to see himself at the mirror “Should I get it?”

“I’ll get it for you!” you took the beanie back from his head and turned around, slowly walking away “It’s a friendship gift.”

“A what?” he walked behind you.

“A friendship gift. To thank you for being my friend.” you laughed.

“Oh.” he reached for your wrist to stop you from going to the cashier “Ya don’t need to buy it fer me, I have my own money, y’know?” he insisted, giving you a small smile.

“Hey, it’s a gift. A friendship gift. You don’t say no to a gift.” you moved your hand to reach for his, intertwining your fingers with his, making him think that they were meant to be intertwined that way “You can buy the ice cream.”

He chuckled “Fine.”

After paying for the beanie and getting some ice cream, you and him sat down to relax a bit before going back with Suna and Osamu.

“Let me put it on you.” you took the beanie out of the bag and stood up to reach his head, placing the beanie on him.

He looked up at you, you looked even better from this angle. He felt how you gently cupped his cheeks with your hands after finishing fixing the beanie for him.

“There! It brings up your eyes.” you chuckled before you let go of him.

You sat back at the table and started eating your ice cream as Atsumu just looked at you with hearts in his eyes. He was sure that ice cream wasn’t even close to how sweet you were.

“Excuse me…” you two turned to look at the brunette that was now standing next to your table “Is she your girlfriend?” he asked Atsumu

Atsumu got quiet for some seconds that felt like hours to him, the words felt heavy on his tongue and he wished the answer to that question was ‘yes’.

“No.” it’s what he ended up saying.

“Oh, alright.” the guy turned to look at you and smiled “I just thought you were really pretty and I was wondering if I could have your Instagram?”

“Sure!” you smiled back, grabbing his phone and typing your username on his search bar.

Atsumu just stayed quiet as he watched the scene, how this guy even had the guts to ask for your Instagram? Couldn’t he see that he was there?

He wasn’t jealous of every guy, but it was this type of guy that made him want to scream; you were smiling, showing your pretty smile to this random guy that surely didn’t deserved it. Why were you so nice to others? Why couldn’t he be the only one allowed to see your smile?

He watched the brunette leave happily with your Instagram, probably ready to text you as soon as he got the chance. Atsumu’s eyes were full of resentfulness, and if you paid enough attention you could see the jealousy in them.

Why everyone could make a move on you except him?

“He was nice.” you said.

“Nice enough to have yer Instagram?” he mumbled looking down, the words leaving his mouth before he could process them.

You scoffed “You’re just jealous I get bitches and you don’t.”

He looked up to see you snickering. You were right, he was jealous, but not of that. He was trying to be strong but the thought of you possibly being so close to another guy made him want to rip his hair out.

He was supposed to be the only one allowed to touch you, to be close to you, and the idea that someone else wanted to have that with you was not tolerable for him anymore.

“Let’s get back to ‘samu ‘nd Sunarin.” he got up from where he was sitting.

You got up too and went to wrap your arm around his elbow. He looked down at you, god, you were gorgeous. He wished he could live all his life like this, with you close to him, your eyes looking up at him as you smiled so happily.

You were right, he was jealous, he was so jealous and envious of every guy that ever got the chance to call you theirs, to call you their girlfriend; and he was mad at every guy that ever broke your heart, cause they waisted the chance of being with such a wonderful girl like you were.

If you gave him a chance, he wouldn't waist it, he would never break your heart, he would never.

"Look, ‘tsumu! The moon!" you pointed at the large window that was in the food section “It's so yellow, like your hair.” you chuckled.

He turned to look at the moon, it was indeed yellow, it looked beautiful, but he was sure your eyes were prettier. He didn’t even noticed when it got so late that the moon started to come out.

He turned his head to look at you as you took pictures of the moon —with his phone, because you were convinced his phone had a better camera.

You had no idea how bad he wanted to pull you close to him, to run his fingers through your hair, to place light kisses on your forehead while you looked at the moon. You had him wrapped around your finger and he was trying to do something completely opposite of what he was thinking because he wanted to keep his cool in front of you.

If only you knew you had his heart on the palm of your hands.

[myreygn]

(i typed like half of this during my break and forgot to save it ahhhh)

FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO THIS- i'm happy to hear you're doing alright overall (same here thanks <3), sorrysorrysorry for the delay and on the bright side, the car is entirely back on track!

honestly i had no specific scenario in mind when i wrote this but a roadtrip?? YES?? mitsuri wanted to do it for her birthday or smth and nobody wanted to decline because it's mitsuri (obanai might have uttered a threat here and there as well) and sabito had to work (he's so happy about his free afternoon and then he gets the call and he's like "alright i'll be there" and then hangs up to scream into a pillow)

LMAO giyuu would totally look out the window in agony and everyone knows sound of silence is playing in his head on loop, meanwhile obanai just sits around looking kinda miserable but as soon as mitsuri is out of earshot he starts complaining about everything; "some of us are at least trying to fix this!" - "no use shinazugawa, it'll only break down again" - "if you don't shut up i'll break your snake" - "YOU WOULDN'T" - "YOU KNOW I WOULD" and cue kanae stepping in before they go on to kill each other

DOUMA STOP SHFJAXGHLDX- he's sunbathing on the car roof with a cheap ass fake mimosa he got from the gas station and a happy meal and will. not. shut. up. you're winning took me out i'm still grinning like a moron and as soon as the car is running again he's booking it because akaza is definitely coming up there to beat his ass 💀 (douma is also a backseat driver, he always gives advice that's just not needed at all and also ranging from kinda whack to plain wrong - "you know it'd actually work way better if you'd-" - "get back to me when you can tell the brakes and accelerator apart you fucking idiot")

LMAO sanemi tries so hard to learn how to fix the car but there's just too much stuff and sometimes the problem is simply out of his league but it takes AGES for him to admit that, they'll be on the side for the road for six hours until he finally bugs and "graciously allows" kanae to call a mechanic (akaa sheepishly sneak up to her to ask her nicely because YES THE PERFECT MENTAL IMAGE HAS BEEN CREATED THANK YOU 😭) also makomo is 15 in the au so she wouldn't have a car but i raise you: the ACTUAL pro mechanic of the group, sanemi could actually learn something from her if he didn't have a stick up his ass! sabito parks the car and she immediately jumps out with her toolkit - "aight where's the problem" and everyone knows the problem is as good as fixed

tengen is the biggest asshole about cars, he walks everywhere like you said and has no idea about different models and whatnot (does he have a license? i'm not sure.) but he struts through the car shop like he owns the place and his confidence actually makes the sellers believe that he's an expert (that and his very intimidating muscles, also most assume he's the one with a plan next to his girlfriends because sexism when makio is the actual car expert in the relationship) AND YES HE WOULD OMG obanai honestly tried to murder him that day 💀💀 they have this exact energy:

rengoku omg 😭😭 he bikes literally everywhere, no matter the weather - there could be a hurricane outside and he still would go by bike! and the tandem bike is just the cutest thing ever-- akaza just stops feeling embarrassed about it at some point and he'll deck anyone who looks at kyojuro the wrong way, also they're invited to bingo night every week now so what more could you want right. senjuro on the other hand works his twelve year old ass off to buy his own bike and literally begs akaza on his hands and knees to somehow, no matter how, prevent kyojuro from picking him up from anywhere with that two seated bike from hell

hellooo miss squiggles :D how have you been? i hope the universe treats you kindly ♡ (also i got your request and i'm so excites to write it thank you sm!!)

i'm here to bring you more modern demon slayer because i wanna get back into it and also my car has decided to be difficult these past few days so i thought about how the kny peeps would deal with that.

not affected by car troubles: gyomei (for obvious reasons), douma (failed his driver's license four times so there's that), rengoku (something tells me he doesn't drive)

that might as well happen: giyuu (long sigh, then he calls sabito to pick him up and lets the mechanic deal with it), obanai ("that's just another bad thing on the long list of bad things that life has thrown at me." - "dude shut up")

OMG WE'RE STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE: mitsuri (not cut out for this)

THERE'S LITERALLY A MCDONALDS DOWN THE ROAD CALM DOWN AND LET ME DO MY SHIT: sanemi (learned how to fix his motorcycle on his own after he saw what the mechanics charged)

gets so mad that they scare the car into working again: shinobu (she just taps the wheel twice and clears her throat and the car runs as smoothly as ever), akaza (the good old trick of kicking the car into submission never disappoints)

the best possible person to deal with car troubles: kanae (keep calm and call someone who can fix this), sabito (this man works with elementary school children, if his car broke down in the middle of the desert with no water on board that wouldn't even make his top 10 list of most stressful events of his life)

oh the car broke down? don't worry baby we'll buy a new one: tengen.

Rey! It's great to hear from you again! :D I've been well- some ups and downs IRL but generally speaking I feel great! I hope the same to you! The universe so far has been tame- let's hope it stays that way lols. (YESH! I'm so glad akrekjjrkaejj :D Congrats again on your milestone!)

(Ah crap! I'm sorry about your car- hopefully everything works out!)

KJERKJEKRJKEJR The fact they're all in the same car (sans Sabito I'd imagine cause someone's gotta come pick them up) reacting to this is hilarious akljeajkerjkaejr Road trip gone wrong?

Giyu and Obanai being the "Hello darkness my old friend" people of the group is so canon kjaraekrkejajkraejkrjkejr Obanai probably wouldn't be so bad if Mitsuri was there but when she does go off with Tengen and Rengoku to get her food he gets all blue and gloomy about everything akerjakrjearje (The "Dude, shut up" took me out! I can see Sanemi rolling his eyes behind the hood over it akerkjaerjkej)

NOT SHINOBU HELP KJEJREJRKJEJKRJK Like you said, a single throat clear- BOOM the car is back up and running. She probably scares the mechanics out of overcharging her too- a single one of her scary smiles and their offering discounts and additions for free (everyone brings her to the shop with them when they can- she's outwardly so over it but internally pleased with the chaos she creates). And Akaza kicking it into submission karjeajklrkjeawkjrjke I can see Douma lounging in the backseat slurping on a gas station slushie watching Akaza beat his car up. "Go between the headlights- it'll blind them Za!" "Give them that one move you showed me the other day!" "You're winning-" "DOUMA IF YOU DON'T-"

Kanae and Sabito being team "We've got this" is honestly such canon events! Kanae and Sanemi might have some mild tension ("Baby, it's not your bike, it's your car. It's too different." "Don't worry about it- I can fix it!" But after Sanemi stares at things long enough he just kinda peers around the hood all sheepish like: "So uh....you still got that mechanic on speed dial?" Sabito's so chill like: "A kid got 2 markers stuck up one nostril- this is EASY!" He has snacks when he gets there for Mitsuri, a car big enough for everyone if it's a road trip (might bring Makomo and her car in case they got EVERYONE), the tow truck on speed dial and several ideal spots to stop and get dinner if they're hungry akejajrekreakj

TENGEN!!! God, if only kjakakrjejkrejkjre He's got the money for it sure! Honestly he probably hates driving (Big guy + Tiny seats = Screw it I'm walking everywhere) but will gladly get any of his girlfriends/wives a new car if needed. Another one to bring to the mechanic to prevent being screwed over- he's got that unintentional intimidation factor (and the money to cover it lols) He's also such a troll: One time he told Obanai he'd get him so new wheels and pulled up with a toy barbie car. (They ended up regifting it to Mitsuri's younger sister as a christmas present)

For your consideration: Rengoku doesn't drive but he does bike! He's got two: one for personal use to go everywhere ("I'll catch up with you guys! *bike jingle noises*) and one with two seats for when he and Akaza go out (He was absolutely FLOORED when he discovered it and called up Akaza mid purchase like: "Guess what I'm bringing home??? :D") He probably got them matching helmets and protective padding so they'd be the talk of the town when they went out (Akaza doesn't have the heart to tell him they look like that one elderly couple without the years- though it was kinda funny the time said couple challenged them to a race.) He'd have a little basket too filled with snacks and other little things. :D

Thank you for sharing, these are GLORIOUS!

[venomous--fics]

Anon Requested: Omg wait can i request a fic where reader feels like they aren’t good enough for eddie and venom so reader breaks up with them and eddies sad and just a lot of angst (BUT happy ending) if not thats okay !

A/n: Day 5!! I'm think about just extending the weekathon to the entire month! Not too sure yet, but I should decide quickly huh!! I just think it'd be fun to do something like that. Maybe get more and more festive along the way. What do you think?

Song: Halley's Comet by Billie Eilish

"So, that's just it? You're just gonna up and leave and not tell us why?"

He wanted to sound mad, but his voice gave it all away. You couldn't stand the thought of what you were doing to them both. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at them as you left. You didn't even bother to grab your things. You just left emptyhanded.

Subconsciously, maybe you knew you'd find your way back eventually. But...Not now.

The weight of the world began to crush you with every step you took away from their place. You knew they were watching you from the window. If you had to leave, they'd at least make sure you'd stay safe.

It all felt like a cruel punchline to an unfunny joke. How could you be such a fool to think you'd be good for them? They....They were a protector. A lethal one, but still a protector. They helped people and saved the world from every threat imaginable. You sometimes couldn't even drag yourself out of bed.

It didn't seem fair to drag them down like that. They deserved better. They deserved the world, and you just couldn't give them that. Someday they'd find someone who would.

That night was spent alone on a friend's spare guest bed. The world was so quiet. There were no streetlights beaming into your room. There was no more sounds of late night traffic or the people talking and walking as they passed under your shared window.

There was no more fighting Venom for the comforter because he'd purposely hog it just to get your attention. It always worked. There wasn't the usually jokes about forgetting to set your alarms for the work morning ahead.

You simply set your alarm and laid down. The world seemed so much colder and emptier. It didn't seem fun and bright anymore. The bed felt much more spacious now.. The pillows felt too squishy and new. The sheets looked nothing like his.

Staring at the wall wasn't going to put you to sleep any faster, so you rolled over and clamped your eyes shut. You willed yourself to not cry.

The tv kept repeating the same old stuff. Robbery after robbery. Someone got shot. A car accident. Oh, it's going to rain tomorrow.

We should be fixing that..

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore."

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore either, V."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Normally there'd be some form of a pep talk from you, but now.. Your spot on the couch was empty. All that was there to suggest that you even existed was your favorite throw pillow.

With hesitation, Eddie grabbed the pillow and held it in his lap. It still looked brand new, and that's simply because you always knew how to take care of things. Nothing of yours ever really got broken or misplaced..And you always knew just how to handle things.

"I miss them."

A thought they shared in common. It's felt like months, but it's only been a couple of weeks. Your things were still occupying space here. It was almost torturous having to look at them each day and know that you weren't going to come home.

It was that thought that broke them both. They curled up on the couch, sad and defeated. The world was incomplete because you weren't here to make ti better. A rough day at work? You'd say, "Oh, don't worry." as you made some hot coco to relax with. Emotions getting out of control? You were always there with ways to fix them.

Did they take you for granted? Did they forget to cherish you? Did they do something wrong? Everyone always told them that they were just screwups who ruined everything, so maybe they just fucked it up again.

Maybe they'd learn to live with it. Just not today.

It's just not home anymore. Home is where you were.

The rain was awfully heavy today. But you were thankful. Today was hitting you harder than the last few. You were stumbling down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your face. Nothing seemed to hold any meaning anymore. You'd pass by Mrs. Chen's shop, and normally you'd stop by there to get Eddie and V a snack or two. But now, you simply keep walking.

Today you just let your body walk. To where? Wherever you felt like you needed to go. You were so tired, and so worn down. That only help cement in the fact that you just... You were an absolute nobody. Who could love a nobody?

If only you were born gifted with the brains, the talents or even the powers. Maybe you'd be worth something. Maybe you'd see yourself as more. Maybe if you felt like you held any importance to anyone, you'd find a reason to stick around anywhere, with anyone.

Despite wanted to be more to literally anyone, all you could think is being better for them. They meant so much, no, no, they mean so much to you. It felt so dumb and childish to be so hung up on two of the goofiest creatures on this planet. You couldn't lie to anyone. You were hopelessly in love with Eddie Brock, a man who truly was a breed of his own. And you were in love with Venom, an alien with a heart bigger than his stomach but he's too embarrassed to say it.

You don't want to love them anymore. Because you still believe it was better to not be with them.

You slumped against a light post and wiped your eyes. You tried everything to stop the tears from flowing, but that only made them multiply. You'd scold yourself if you had the energy.

The world really did begin to feel more and more empty. People seemed to walk pass and not even give you a second glance. None of them cared, and to be honest, neither did you. Normally you never noticed other people, because you'd be so wrapped up in whatever it was you and Eddie, and yes, Venom too, were doing.

But they aren't here anymore. You were back to where you started. Alone and afraid of what the world had in store. You used to wake up knowing what you'd be doing...But now you weren't sure.

You remained leaned against the streetlight for an eternity. The sun had set and the moon had risen, yet you remained put. Everything was cold now. The rain had subsided, but the light continued to drip down on you, but even then, you didn't have the willpower to move.

It's better to be cold than to have never been warm, right? That is how the saying goes...Right?

You sniffled, waiting for the next set of drops to hit your head, but they never did. You slowly looked up and saw someone's hands holding up a jacket. They looked like they were doing their best to hold it up like an umbrella, and without touching you. You recognized the jacket immediately, even just from seeing the inside of it. You'd worn it so many times.

You stood up straight and turned around, being greeted with the sight of Eddie. He looked just as tired as you, and just as lost. He looked like he had a million things to say, but it seems like the cat had his tongue.

The universe was giving you a chance. For some reason.

"I'm sorry." was the first thing to spill out of your mouth.

"We're sorry, too."

"You didn- It was me. I was.." You took a step back from under the jacket, but it seems like Venom wasn't having any of that. He moved Eddie's body for him, this time, draping the jacket on your shoulders.

You gently crossed your arms and held them close, appreciating the gesture now.

"You can leave now. If you want." Eddie moved back a little, "We just saw that you were cold.."

"I don't want to go." you gripped onto the jacket, trying to fight the new wave of tears threatening to come out, "I just.. I had to because I felt like I wasn't good enough."

You were about to ramble on when Eddie cut you off, "That's why you left?"

"I'm sorry." You felt like you could just curl up and die on the sidewalk.

You looked down, staring at the cracks that littered the walkway. You'd find someway to make this poetic.

Two hands, one human and the other very much not, wrapped themselves around you as they pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Did we make you feel that way?"

The way Eddie's voice cracked made your arms go limp at your sides.

"No. I made myself feel that way- But I can't help it. You guys do so much good and I-"

"We love you."

The hug got tighter, "We used to do what we did because it was the right thing to do. But then we met you and it all changed. It seems so cliche to say that, but...It's true."

"You're just saying that."

"We adore you. We promised to do everything we can to make sure we leave this world a better place for you."

Your hands shook as your fought with yourself. You wanted to hold them just as close as they were holding you, but you felt-

"I don't deserve this.."

Unworthy.

In typical Brock fashion, and never knowing how to truly deal with his emotions, Eddie clung to you, almost pleading, "Would you just listen to what we're saying."

"You can't love me."

"Why the hell not? Huh? Whose going to stop us?"

"Nobody's going to stop us."

"Why is it me. Out of all the worthy people, why me?"

"You're such a good person. I know you don't see that..But you're the kindest person I've ever met."

"Certainly the nicest I've met..."

Every last word you wanted to yell out into the night sky just vanished from your mind. You wrapped your arms around Eddie and squeezed as hard as you could.

"How many times do we have to say it to make you believe it?"

"I'll say it a billion times," Eddie said, "Most guys would quit at a million but me? I don't know when to quit."

"It's true. He doesn't. But if saying it a billion times gets you to come home, then I'd do it a million more than him."

"I," You started, taking in a deep shaky breath, "I wanna go home regardless."

"We can talk more there if you're comfortable."

"With coco."

"I would like that."

The walk home was a talkative one.

Eddie's hand held yours tightly, but not too tight. He was so afraid that if he didn't hold it firmly enough, you'd simply slip away again. He was sure as hell not letting that happen again.

The apartment looked the exact same as when you left. You were so surprised by that. Normally they'd be a mess if you were gone for too long, and the apartment would reflect that.

"It all looks the same."

"Oh. Yeah." Eddie busied himself with fetching the hot chocolate ingredients.

"We couldn't bring ourselves to ruin your hard work...Or move your things." For the first time, Venom seemed sad.

They both seemed tired. You wanted to feel bad, knowing that they felt that way because of you. But knowing that they loved you meant that they felt bad, not because of you, but because you were gone.

Without thinking, your hand reached out and grabbed Eddie's arm, startling him a little.

"Can we go lay down for a little bit.." you asked quietly, "I think we all need a little rest."

Relief washed over him as he set down the cups and lead the way to the bedroom. There was no more words as you three crashed onto the mattress. Venom used a small tendril to turn the lamp off and pull you closer to Eddie.

"Are you okay with loving a nobody like me?" you asked as you watched him shut his eyes.

"Are you okay with loving two nobodies?"

"We are all losers."

Venom pulled a blanket over you and Eddie, going so far as to fluff the pillows under your heads.

"And that's okay. I love us the way we all are."

You yawned for the first time in ages as your eyes closed, "I love us too."

There was that familiar light coming through the window. And there was the sounds of the cars and the people. The world felt just right and you were home. You moved closer to Eddie and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips, and his arms were quick to wrap around you.

You felt a soft tendril wrap around your arm.

"I know what you're feeling and what you're thinking." His voice sounded surprisingly quiet, "But you are more than enough for us. We don't say it, but sometimes we feel the same way. You could certainly do better than us. But.."

The tendril tighten a little, but not enough to really do much.

"You left and we realized...We don't know what to do without you. We didn't feel like doing anything anymore. It felt pointless."

You turned your head to look at your arm, seeing two small white eyes staring at you with a mixture of sadness and adoration.

"I know I'm not good with these human emotions..I might never be good with them, but..I know that I love you. And Eddie loves you too. We always try our best to show you..But you are truly all we need to be happy in this life."

You were a bit shocked with how much Venom had to say. Most of the time, he tried to use the least amount of words possible to get his point across, so you knew that he meant it.

"You both complete me, and for once, I finally have the courage to say it, because I don't know when I'll get the chance to say it again."

You smiled softly at him, and moved your arm in a way where you could place a soft kiss onto the top of his tiny little worm head.

"I won't leave again. I promise we can talk about it first."

"Talking is good."

"I love you, V."

"I love you too." He seemed to pause as he shot a glance up to Eddie, just to make sure he was still asleep, "More than that guy."

"Not possible." Eddie groaned, adjusting a little.

You smiled a little as you curled up under the blanket and actually shut your eyes for good for the night. Finally, a good night's rest. You still had doubts, maybe not many and none as big and frightening as before, but that was normal.

Not everything in life is a given or a certainty. You're not promised to tomorrow and it's not a give that you'll be a millionaire. But where you are now is where you're supposed to be. Don't doubt it. The two halves of your heart will quite literally walk to the ends of the universe just to see you smile, and that's more than enough for you.

[mackenzielovee]

Omg your writing is novel material 😻😻😻!! Can you do a rafe x reader where there’s build up to the fact that he takes your v-card?? And is like all proud and cocky BC he loves the ~innocence~ but gentle at the same time :0000

a/n: hey babes!!! thank you so much for this request. I would have never written something like this on my own, but actually really enjoyed writing this. I hope I got it right, I tried to include it all in here!! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: swearing, sex scenes, mentions and conversations of losing virginity, and Rafe acting like a king

Word Count: 3.5k

my writing

my one and only - rafe cameron

You're laying on Rafe's bed, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to finish his shower. He had invited you over, and when you showed up, he just told you to wait in his room and he'd be out in a bit. You huff, finally hearing the water shut off. You can't help but be annoyed - that boy uses up all the hot water before he gets out.

He swings open the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist, and smirks at you. His chest is completely exposed and still slightly wet from his shower, and he watches as you shamelessly rake your eyes over every inch of his skin. You quickly forgive him for taking so long, because it's given you this view.

"Thought you might join me," he smirks at you, coming over to the bed and leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

"Thought you might hurry up since you knew I was waiting," you fire back, giving him a playful glare.

He laughs at you and steps to his dresser, removing his towel and sliding shorts on. You watch him and he knows you watch him, which makes him smirk. He doesn't even bother with his shirt, because with what he has planned, he won't need it.

He turns and jumps on the bed, laying himself down beside you. You grin at him as he does this, watching as he sits up, then grabs onto you and pulls you on top of him. He can already feel himself getting riled up, he's been with you for almost a month now and really, really wants to fuck you.

He immediately starts to kiss you, one hand on your waist and another traveling down your back. You kiss him back, loving the way he tastes. One of your hands goes into his hair, making him moan as you pull on it. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, which you very much allow. He brings his hands down to your hips and starts moving you against him, moaning into your mouth at how good it already feels.

"Rafe," you groan, feeling your body as it gets excited.

He ignores you, bringing his lips down to your neck and kissing the skin in between your jaw and neck. You let out an involuntary moan, which only encourages him more. His hands travel under your shirt and grab the skin on your stomach, and when Rafe tries to pull your shirt off of you completely, you stop him.

"Rafe, we should chill out," you say, pulling away but staying on his lap.

He looks at you, not quite understanding why you're stopping him, but agrees. He lets out a frustrating groan, but doesn't speak.

You don't want to tell him you're a virgin. Not with how experienced Rafe is. You just believe in your heart that he'll be disappointed with your performance or your body - you're afraid he won't want you anymore if he knows the truth.

"What's going on with you?" he asks finally, afraid to even reach out and touch you because you might pull away from him again.

"What do you mean?"

Rafe licks his lips and sighs, not wanting to sound like an asshole for asking why you won't have sex with him. But every single time he tries to make a move, you deny him and cut him off. He at least wants to know why, or if he's doing something wrong.

"I just don't understand. I mean, I just took my entire fucking towel off in front of you, but you won't even let me see you with your shirt off. What is that? I mean, are you, like, not attracted to me or something?"

You shake your head immediately, "No, Rafe. That's not it, I just-"

"You just what, then?" he asks, meaning for it to come out more gentle than it does.

You take his harshness for impatience, and you wonder if you should just suck it up and give him what he wants. But the thought of losing him makes you afraid.

"I'm a virgin, Rafe," you whisper.

You climb off of his lap and then get up off the bed, sure this will be a dealbreaker for him. Rafe Cameron, you think, the party king and the guy who's probably had the most sex of anyone on the island, is not going to want to put up with your inexperienced ass.

"What?" he gasps, sure he heard you wrong.

You don't speak, you just pick up your phone, and then your bag from the floor. You don't hear Rafe get up from the bed, but when you start toward his bedroom door, he's rushing around to stop you.

"Where the hell are you going? Sit down, let's talk about this," he coaxes you, removing your bag from your shoulder and putting it back on the floor.

You sigh as he leads you back over to his bed, both of you sitting down on the side. He doesn't speak at first, mainly because he doesn't know what to say. You don't either, so the two of you sit in silence for a bit. He finally looks over at you, but his look isn't disgust or confusion. It almost looks like admiration.

"So," he starts, then stops, then starts again, "So, you're telling me-"

He stops himself again, not wanting to offend you or make you uncomfortable. To be honest, the idea of nobody touching you makes him feel like a damn god. Only if you'll let him be the first one.

"I've never had sex," you confirm, speaking slowly to make sure he understands.

"No, yeah, I got that part," he nods, "But, have you..."

"No," you answer. You're not sure what the question is, but you're sure that's your answer.

Rafe's your first real boyfriend, and you don't sleep around. Ever. Obviously. You don't believe in that. You want your first time for it all to be with someone you trust. Someone who will take care of you.

"And, like, is that a thing where you're waiting until marriage, or..." he trails off, afraid of your answer.

"No," you say quickly, watching his neck snap over to you, "I just want to... be with someone that I trust."

Rafe nods his head, not realizing that his eyes are literally taking in every inch of your body. He can't believe you've never been touched by another guy. He can't believe someone as attractive as you can be so pure and so innocent. It completely and totally turns him on.

"Do you trust me?" he asks you after a few minutes.

You look over to him and he looks at you, his eyes looking soft. You reach over and take his hand, then give him a smile.

"Of course," you say. He grins, the thought of him being your first literally makes his heart jump.

"So, I mean..." he trails off again, not knowing how to ask you without sounding like a horny douchebag.

"I want to, Rafe," you say, watching him smile, "I'm just nervous about it."

He nods his head, understanding completely. He brings his hand up and starts to rub your back gently to comfort you.

"I get it," he replies, "I'm right here to help you through it. And we don't have to do anything, not if you don't want to."

You smile up at him but shake your head, watching as Rafe lets out a breath of relief he didn't realize he was holding in.

"I'm just relieved that you're okay with it," you admit, "But I want to. I want to with you."

He feels as if he could fly right now as you say this. You want him to be the first, your first, to see you and touch you and kiss you all over. Just the thought of you makes him want to strip down right now.

"Of course I'm okay with it, baby," he smiles.

You lean in to give him a kiss, which he gladly returns.

Rafe takes you to lunch at the club later on, but he leans down and grabs the leg of your chair and pulls you around so you're sitting beside him at the table instead of across from him. He keeps his arm wrapped around the back of your chair. He hasn't stopped smiling since your conversation earlier. He looks around at the club, knowing that none of these dudes managed to get a girl who only wanted him. He feels like one lucky motherfucker.

He leans over and whispers in your ear as you two wait for your food, "You really want me to be your first?"

You blush immediately, knowing nobody heard but still looking around to be sure.

"Rafe," you hiss. He loves watching you squirm, but he really just wants to hear you say it again.

"You really do?" he asks again, biting his lip to hide his cocky grin.

You laugh, leaning over and kissing him quickly, "Yes, Rafe Cameron. I want you to be my first."

He grins against your lips, and you would've never thought in a million years he would be this cocky about the whole situation. Truly, you thought this boy would run for the hills.

"Holy shit," he mumbles to himself.

He leans forward in his seat and puts his hand on your leg under the table. You smile, loving the feeling of his skin on your own. He starts to gently run the base of his fingers up your leg, stopping about halfway up. He watches you take a deep breath, knowing he's getting to you.

"So," he leans over, whispering in your ear again, "You're telling me, nobody's hand has ever been here before?"

His voice comes out so dominant, so arrogant, and you love it. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

You shake your head. He smirks against your ear, giving you a little kiss there. He starts inching his hand up again, watching as your breathing picks up. You can feel yourself getting excited, and little do you know, Rafe already is.

He stops his hand right where your shorts rest, wanting to curse as he looks down. They're so short, and you look so good in them.

"And here?" he asks quietly, his voice raspier now.

"No," you shake your head again, your voice coming out weak. That makes him grin.

"Hmm," he hums into your ear. He leans even closer to you, moving his hand up and unbuttoning your shorts.

"Rafe," you warn, getting uncomfortable with the fact that his hand is about to be inside your pants in a public area.

"Nobody's looking, just trust me," he whispers.

You try to relax, but are completely unable to. He wraps his other arm tighter around you, then carefully slides his hand underneath your shorts. He can feel through your underwear how excited he's made you, which only makes him grin. He shoves your underwear aside and traces his fingers along your core, making you gasp lightly when you feel the cold metal of his ring on you.

"What about here?" he asks you, smirking widely now as he watches the expression on your face.

"No, babe," you look over at him now, your eyes beading into his. He smirks and kisses you, a little rougher than usual, then pulls his hand out of your shorts.

"Just checking," he sits back in his chair now, completely content with himself.

You, on the other hand, already feel like a mess. You try your best to discreetly button your shorts, but every nerve in your body seems to be going crazy as you relive the feeling of his hands on you.

He watches you try to wipe the frazzled look on your face, but can't because you feel like every single person at the club knows what Rafe just did to you.

You sit back after a few minutes, relaxing as you convince yourself that nobody could actually see under the table and Rafe had been correct when he told you nobody was looking. To be honest, the feeling of him touching you did not compare to any feeling you have ever had in your life. You really, really wanted him to do it again. But maybe not at the club.

The next day, you go over to Rafe's just after dinner, and you finally have your head on straight. You honestly, truly want to have sex with him. You trust him with your heart, so you should trust him with your body, too. He invited you over to just hang out and watch a movie in his room, not bringing up sex at all. So neither had you. But you surely did plan on it.

Rafe's laying in his bed on his phone when you enter. He smiles up at you and stands, coming to give you a kiss.

"How was your day?" he asks you, setting your stuff down on the chair in the corner of his room.

"Fine," you shrug, "What about you?"

"Same," he replies.

He lays down on the bed and opens his arms for you to crawl in with him. He wraps both of his arms around you and holds onto you for a long time, neither of you saying a word. Having the presence of the other seems to work for the both of you.

"Rafe," you say after a while, afraid he's fallen asleep.

"Hmm?" he hums to you, sounding like he's getting sleepy.

"How does tonight sound?" you ask him, moving so your chin rests on his sternum as you stare up at him.

He opens one eye and looks down at you, trying to figure out if you're serious or not. When he believes you, he pops open his other eye, then brings his hand up to stroke your hair.

"I'm not pressuring you, baby. When you're ready," he replies.

You are silent only for a minute, then move your eyes back up to look at him.

"I'm ready now, Rafe."

His head snaps down at you, a grin forming at the corners of his mouth. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then relaxes again.

"Are you sure?" he asks, searching your eyes for even an ounce of hesitation.

"One hundred percent."

That's all he needed to hear. He grabs ahold of you and flips you over on the bed, crawling on top of you and attaching his lips to yours. His tongue quickly starts exploring your mouth. This time, you don't object when he pulls your shirt up off your body, and when he looks down at you, he groans and kisses you again.

Every move he makes feels even better than the last. You love watching as he removes his own clothes, as he kisses down your stomach, to your underwear, pulling them down. Every moan and sound you let out only feeds Rafe's ego, knowing no guy has ever made you make those sounds before. It's literally music to his ears.

His head is between your legs before you know it, and you moan as he leaves small, wet kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"Tell me again," he whispers against your leg, kissing you again.

"Rafe," you whimper, wanting him so bad.

"Tell me again, baby, and I'll take care of it."

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stare up at the ceiling. You have never felt this need, this hunger, this want, for anyone else in your entire life. You just want to feel him, everywhere. All over you.

"I want you to be my first, Rafe," you tell him, feeling him smile widely against the inside of your thigh.

It's just what he wants to hear as he moves his head a few inches over, and gets to work. He listens to every groan, every whimper, every moan of his name, and he fucking loves it. He vows to himself that he's the only man that will ever hear you make those sounds, and his name will be the only one you ever scream out.

When he's finished with you, he kisses back up your stomach, still able to taste you on his tongue. He finds his way back up to your lips, giving you a long, deep kiss in hopes that you can taste yourself on him.

He reaches over to his nightstand and opens the drawer, grabbing a condom from it without breaking your kiss. He puts it on himself, smirking at the idea of eventually teaching you how to do it for him, and then kisses you again.

"Rafe," you say again, the desperation audible in your voice.

"Are you sure, babe?" he asks you one more time, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Oh, my God, yes, Rafe," you nod your head. You've never been more sure of anything in your life. You know for a fact he will be taking such good care of you.

"Well," he smirks to himself, "You'll be saying that a few more times tonight."

You laugh and whack him on the chest, but you're sure he's right. If it feels half as good as what he had just done to you, you'll count yourself lucky.

You feel pressure and a bit of pain as he enters you, but are relieved when Rafe lets out a very loud, satisfied groan.

"Holy fuck," he swears.

You whimper, but keep yourself relaxed, knowing it will help it hurt less. He looks down at you and kisses you, moving extremely slow inside of you so as to not hurt you. He moves his head down into the crook of your neck, mumbling out more curse words.

"You okay?" he asks you after another minute.

"I'm okay," you confirm, the pain finally starting to subside.

"Just tell me when it starts to feel better, I'll go faster."

You nod but don't speak, just try to adjust to this new feeling. After another minute or so of him moving very slow, you tell him he can go faster. He obeys immediately, groaning and cursing even louder now.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so good," he tells you, making you smile.

Every fear you ever had about Rafe not wanting you goes away as you listen to the sounds he makes. After a few minutes, it starts to feel like heaven for you too, and Rafe feels relieved once you start moaning and telling him to move. The second you say his name, he spills everything he has into the condom.

When he pulls himself out of you, he's almost thankful that it was your first time, because he's embarrassed he didn't last long. You just felt so damn good around him.

"Oh, my God," he pants as he collapses beside you on the bed.

"I know," you agree.

He turns his head to look at you, watching your chest rise and fall with your breaths. You look so beautiful, and it's still so unreal to him that you chose to trust him with such an intimate moment of your life.

He reaches over and pulls your body into his, wrapping both of his arms around you and kissing your shoulder. You feel extremely lucky, like you definitely made the right choice on waiting for a guy like Rafe to come along.

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers in your ear, then brings his lips down and kisses your neck over and over.

"Thank you for being so sweet and understanding," you smile, stroking your hand up and down his arm.

You turn around in his arms after a few minutes and stare at his face, taking in every single little detail you can find. His kind eyes, his sharp jawline, the way his hair gets in his eyes when he doesn't gel it back.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, smiling softly at you.

You know he's full of shit, but the comment makes your stomach turn. In a good way.

"Thank you," you reply.

"Do you regret it?" he asks you after a minute, afraid of your answer.

"Hell no," you smile at him, which makes him smile in return.

"Good," he laughs, "Because, just for the record, I plan on being your one and only. Never to be touched by another man as long as I shall live."

You set your head on his chest and giggle, feeling his arms pull you into him.

"Is that a marriage proposal?" you scoff.

He laughs, then looks down at you with a cheeky look in his eye.

"Maybe after round two," he said, then moves quickly out from under you to on top of you.

You laugh loudly, yelling out as he lands on you. Rafe Cameron can't remember the last time he was this happy. So yeah, he's pretty sure it'll turn into a marriage proposal. Married after dating for a month? Crazier things have happened in OBX.

[kj-1130]

Accused

criminal minds x black!reader

warnings: murder (typical cm violence), kidnapping, systematic mistreatment, mentions of microaggressions, kidnapping, beating, allusions to suicide, suicide by cop (i think), stabbing, death (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: this has been in my drafts for idk how long. i wanna say close to a year. anyway there’s probably some very inaccurate shit in there but just ignore it

criminal minds masterlist || main masterlist

     Your leg bounced up and down as you picked at your nails. Despite the extra-large sweatshirt you had on, you were still cold as hell. 

     A group of people literally busted down your door (not that it would be hard to; it was basically rotting) and barged in. They cuffed you, read your rights, and drove you to the station. It was supposed to be a good day. 

     Your hands were cuffed to the table for some reason. You don’t even know what you’ve been accused of. Suddenly, the door opened and in came a woman with brown skin and shoulder length hair. 

      She set down a couple of files in front of you and took a seat. 

      “(Y/n) (L/n); an emancipated minor. Wanna tell me how that happened?”

     The lady rested her palms on a fist as she stared at you. 

     “Not really,” you muttered while shaking your head. 

     She then slid three pictures of three girls who looked to be around your age towards you.

     “Any of them look familiar?”

     You looked at the pictures before shrugging your shoulders. 

     “If they don’t go to my school, I’ve probably passed them on the street before.”

     The woman inhaled a breath before letting out a sigh.

     “These three girls were murdered and somehow, they all connect. To. You,” she said, enunciating the last few words while pointing at the three pictures. 

     You looked up at her bewildered as your leg started to bounce faster. 

     “Y-you think I killed them?”

     She simply raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at you in return. 

     Letting out a nervous chuckle you shook your head.

     “Look. I don’t fuck with feds, I don’t fuck with cops, I don’t fuck with none of the government. Now why the hell would I murder somebody knowing damn well my ass is just gonna get caught?”

     “I know you killed these girls. You bought the same drugs they overdosed on. You have been placed at the same locations they were the same day these girls died. ” 

     “I ain’t kill nobody,” you exclaimed. 

     Tears were streaming down your face and your hands were shaking. 

     You rubbed your nose before setting your head down on the table. 

     “You can lock me up if you don’t believe me. Not like I got anything going for me anyways.”

     The woman was silent for a while before you heard the chair squeak against the floor and the door slammed shut. 

     All you wanted was to be free from this bullshit world. Now you don’t even know if you’re going to lie on your bed or one in a prison cell. 

-

     Tara walks out the room with a heavy sigh. She looks at the two others who were standing outside the room and shakes her head. 

     “Possibility.”

     JJ and Emily let out deep breaths trying to think the whole thing over. This case was beginning to become a hot mess. 

     “I don’t understand,” the blonde starts. The three women were back in the conference room where the others were gathered. “If she didn’t do it, then how the hell does it all come back to her?”

     “Maybe we got a part of the profile wrong,” the genius suggested. 

     The unit chief nods and decides to go back over everything. 

     “So, the three girls who were killed were considered popular. The kills were messy and it was obvious that the unsub was frustrated. That could mean that someone felt wronged by them and it’s an act of revenge.”

     “COD was overdose.” 

     “The phone was shoved down their throats and their thumbs were cut off. Maybe that could’ve symbolized some type of cyberbullying they wanted to silence?” Spencer cut in. 

     Before any more ideas could come through, Penelope was connecting to the screen. 

     “Okay, so I don’t know how I missed this before, but I went on the victims’ mothers’ social media; specifically Facebook. After a little scrolling through each of their profiles, I saw some...interesting things to say the least.”

     Everyone’s phones chimed and what they received could definitely be considered a shock. 

     “We know who the first three from the left are,” the tech analyst starts. 

     “Our three victims,” Luke finishes.

     “Correct, newbie. Now look at the caption and another user is mentioned there.” There was a pause that was filled with the sound of clicking keys. “Click on that and the latest post you see…”

     “(Y/n),” Emily finished. 

     She quickly walked out of the room and made her way back to where their current suspect was being held. 

     “Do you feel like telling us the truth now?”

      Looking up, you stared at the new woman in shock. You were so close to taking a nap considering you were so physically and mentally exhausted. Not just today, but everyday as well.

     “What?” 

     “Did you or did you not,” she pauses to slide the pictures towards you once again. “Know these girls.”

     You honestly didn’t even know what was happening at this point, but you decided to look closer so they could stop bothering and accusing you. 

     You took a deep breath and leaned forward a little. 

     “I told you I might’ve crossed paths with them or maybe they were in one of my classes. Nobody pays attention to me so I don’t pay attention to them. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

     You just wanted to get this over with, sleep and never wake up. 

     “So, what? You did this for attention?”

     “What? No!” You set your head in your hands to the best of your ability. “I don’t know they names, they grade--none of that. I do not know these people.”

     “This picture says otherwise.”

     She slid another picture forward and immediately memories came back to you. 

     6th birthday party for one of your old friends is what the picture showed. 

     You furrowed your eyebrows and cleared your throat. 

     “Th-they were the ones that got killed?”

     “I thought you didn’t know them.”

     You peered at the lady through your eyelashes and saw the scrutinizing glare she was giving you. Immediately, you disconnected your eyes from hers; it reminded you too much of the looks of disappointment your mother would give you. 

     You let out a sigh before leaning back, wondering how the hell you exactly got into this position. 

     “I used to know ‘em. They were my best friends but mysteriously ditched me and started making fun of me once middle school started. They’ve had so much work done it was kinda hard to tell who they were. Plus, I haven’t even looked in their general direction for the past 5 or 6 years; how the fuck was I supposed to know?”

     “So, you’re doing this for revenge then,” the unit chief calmly stated. “You’re trying to make us feel all sorry for you with your sob story and cover up the fact that you did murder these girls.”

      “I didn’t kill anybody!”

     Your leg was bouncing faster than you thought was humanly possible. You laid your head on the table once more and took a deep breath trying to calm down.

     “They’re fucking bullies, maybe somebody else snapped. All I know is that I ain’t do shit.”

      You attempted to lower your heart rate and breathe steadily. You heard the lady leave the room and your leg finally slowed down slightly. 

     It felt like forever when an officer finally came into the room. They roughly grabbed and dragged you out. 

     “(Y/n) (l/n), you are under arrest for the murders of…” 

     It all went quiet after that. You could no longer hear the mummers of the appalled cops. You could no longer hear the reading of your rights. You could no longer hear the grieving cries of the parents that once knew you. 

     All you could hear was the yells inside of your head. The yells that we’re saying ‘they don’t believe you!’ ‘You will never amount to anything!’ ‘No one cares about you!’ 

     But, hey. One less junkie on the street, right? 

-

     This town was fucked. You learned that over the years. Hell, you fell victim to a lot of its shitty qualities. Nobody helped you when you were getting emancipated. No one helped you get on your feet.

     Yes, this town was fucked but you didn’t think it would lead you to prison for a crime you did not commit. But you should’ve seen this coming. Three of the most ‘loved’ girls here were murdered and somebody was going to pay for it. 

     You constantly thought back to the day of your trial--if you could even call it that. The room was practically packed; full of people who wanted to witness the girls’ ‘murderer’ go down and be prepared to rot in a jail cell. 

     There was not one unbiased person sitting in that jury and as the trial ran on, you could feel each and every eye that was staring at you, hoping you’d burn to the ground. You weren’t even sure if they had sufficient evidence to put you away. 

     But here, you guess it’s their way or nothing.

     You’ve done a lot of reflecting in these four walls. Your favorite spot to do so was in the back, left corner. It reminded you of when you would hide from your weird ass parents that sure as hell didn’t give a damn about you. 

     You never liked the government; you were pretty sure you had justified reasons even before now. They don’t give a fuck about common people, especially ‘your kind’ which has been said to you more times than you could count. 

     But now, you loathed it. You wanted it all to just burn to the ground and make every dirty and corrupt cop, politician--whoever feel the anguish you felt sitting in this cell for something you didn’t even do; feel the anguish you had been feeling all of your life. 

     You wanted them to feel like they couldn’t breathe because they were panicking so hard. 

     You wanted them to feel the heaviness in their bones that makes them want to just sleep the years away. 

     You wanted them to be right here, in this prison next to you. Because they deserved it. Every last one of them did. 

     You were angry. And you believed you had every right to be. 

     You were here; getting beat up everyday because you wanted to eat but somebody else just had to have your food. 

     You were here; starving ‘cause nobody gave a shit about you. 

     You were here when you could’ve been out there, trying to clean yourself up and get a job because you wanted at least one person to have a decent memory of you before you ceased to exist.

     All because of some damn accusation.

     “Come on,” a guard muttered before opening your door. “You have a visitor.”

     You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but still slowly got up and let the officer lead you out. 

      Apparently, your little ‘visitor’ had gotten a private room. 

     Making your way inside, you settled into the chair and came face to face with one of the people who interrogated you however long ago that was. 

     Emily couldn’t help but notice everything about you as you came in. You were smaller, the bags under your eyes were significantly larger, you walked with a small barely noticeable limp… 

     The unit chief cleared her throat and looked you in the eye.

     “How are you?”

     “You don’t care. Nobody does.”

     The woman nodded and pulled out some files, setting them on the table. She took out pictures and lined them up. They were of the three girls you ‘killed’.

     “Three months ago, we were assigned a case and we came to the conclusion that you were our unsub. We were wrong and I’m here on behalf of my team to apologize.

     “About two weeks ago, another string of murders came to our attention that had the same M.O and under further investigation, we found the correct killer”.

     A laptop was then slid in your direction and on it was a video of a girl that looked close to your age. Pressing play, the footage began. 

     “She should be thanking me! I did it for her. I did it for us! We can be together now. She should be here thanking me!”

     That was just 15 seconds of it; there was at least 2 minutes left. 

     “That was Charlotte Greene; claimed to be in love with you and killed your bullies as a profession of love. She thought she was doing you a favor.”

     There was a moment of silence as you stared at the table in front of you.

     “I told you I didn’t do it,” you muttered barely loud enough for the person in front of you to hear it. “I told you I didn’t do it, but no one believed me.”

     A tear rolled down your face as you heard the agent take a sharp intake of breath.

     “I’ll leave you to get ready.”

     The door was opened then closed as the guard came over and gently walked with you to wherever you needed to go.

     You got dressed in the clothes you last wore. You never thought you’d even wear this hoodie again. 

     As you walked out, you felt eyes on you. Probably all of the officers you thought would see you grow old, shrivel, and die eventually. You couldn’t blame them honestly. You thought you would never get out of here either. 

     You practically dragged yourself outside of the exit, too drained from everything to the point where you could barely move your legs. 

     The agent was waiting next to an SUV and was leaning against the vehicle. You continued your way past her and made your way to the gate. 

     “Where are you going?” 

     “You can go fuck yourself.” 

     You sped up and began your walk back to… well somewhere. Who knows if you even had an apartment anymore. 

-

     JJ and Tara were in a gas station, getting some snacks so they and the team wouldn’t be starving while they were at the hotel. As the two of them were grabbing the last of what they wanted, they heard arguing.

     “What do you mean you can’t give me the job?”

     “Look, I just don’t think you’re fit to be working here considering.”

     The blonde turned around the corner and saw a teenager talking to the store clerk. 

     “Man, you were there! You heard me tell them that I didn’t do it. They released me today! You really think they’re gonna let a serial killer run loose?”

     The clerk ran his hand down his face and sighed before starting to walk off, but the teen slammed a hand on the counter. 

     “C’mon, I need this job. Please.”

     “I don’t care if you didn’t do it. You were a part of the reason.” Your face crumpled in distress as the man continued talking. “Now get out of my store before I call the police.”

     The two of you had a stare off for a moment before you stormed out. 

     You didn’t make it far when sobs wracked through your body causing you to lean on the hard brick wall for support. It was like your body shut down; your legs no longer felt like they could carry you and you slid down onto the ground. You tucked your head in between your knees, trying to calm down and get your breathing back to normal. A hand touched your shoulder and you flinched back, rolling your eyes when you noticed who was standing there. 

     “Get away from me.” 

     You stood and wiped your eyes before grabbing your bag and attempting to walk away. 

     “Kid…” the brunette trailed off. 

     “Just leave me alone.”

     You left them behind, heading further down the road, not seeing the concerned glance the two agents shared. 

-

     You don’t know how you ended up here. 

     It was dark, but you didn’t know what time it was. 

     The last time you were here, you said that this was it; you’d never go to this place again. But it seems like all people do is lie to themselves.

     You didn’t need an ID. You didn’t even need to tell them your name. They knew how fucked up life was and gave people this place where they could escape. No one needed to be reminded of the horrors of the world while they were down here. You could just let yourself float. 

     The first thing you were handed was a blunt--that much you know. But next it was two baggies and then another and another and another. 

     They didn’t tell you what was in it. They took one good look at you and decided what you needed for you. 

     They let you stay overnight if you needed to--let you sober up. The next morning they’d give you some cheap frozen breakfast that they heated up in their fancy ass microwave. 

     They let you stay there and mull over your thoughts at the kitchen bar. 

     That was where you made your decision.

-

     You had the head sheriff tied to a chair. He was still unconscious from the sedative you gave him. Your first idea was to hit him over the head with a brick but you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him despite all the pain he caused you.

     It was honestly pure luck that you got him here alone. The false 911 call you made would’ve had a 25% chance at success if even that. 

     911, what’s your emergency?

     My daddy told me to ask for Sheriff Thamson if this happened again.

     If what happened again?

     Please, please. Just tell him to hurry. I’m so scared. 

     Thamson is on his way sweetie.

     Turns out talking like a little white girl with a southern accent that’s currently in distress can get you just about anything. 

     It was weird watching him wake up. 

     He was snoring but it abruptly stopped and it sounded like he choked on air. His eyes didn’t slowly flutter open like they say they do in the books or like they show in the movies. Instead, he clenched them closed before opening them, swiveling his head around to take in his surroundings. When he saw you, his confusion turned into anger.

    “You little bitch,” he roared. “I’m gonna get you put away for this!” 

     He kept yelling and yelling and it was giving you a headache. His goal was to instill fear in you but you only got irritated and upset, causing you to grip the knife in your hand harder. 

     “Shut up,” you muttered from your spot on the floor. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

     All of a sudden you were plunging the knife into his thigh. 

     You gasped and stepped back, hearing him scream in pain. 

     “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” 

     You gripped your hair in your hands and started pacing. 

     “What did I do? What did I do? Oh my god,” you mumbled to yourself over and over.

     You walked all around the room before finding a belt and making your way over to Thamson. 

     You yanked the knife out of his leg, ignoring his yells, and wrapped the belt around his leg to stop the bleeding. 

     With the weapon in your hold once again, you dropped to the floor, tucked your knees into your chest, and sobbed like nobody’s business.

-

     Right when the team was getting ready to head to the jet, they got a call from the precinct. The head head sheriff had been kidnapped and they hadn’t gotten any leads. It’s been 12 hours since he was last heard from. 

     No one wanted to stay in this stuffy town longer than they needed to but they decided to help them anyway.

     The other officers told them about a 911 call Thamson responded to. The team listened to it and tried to find something within it. Reid was the first to perk up. 

     “Can you play it again?” 

     The genius carefully listened to every word that came out of the person’s mouth. 

     “Wait..,” he trailed off. “Does that not sound like…” 

     Tara thought back to her time at the gas station with JJ yesterday. She replayed the events in her head, thinking about who was there and what everything sounded like. 

     “(Y/n),” the brunette finished her thought. 

     “Do the patrol cars have something that can be tracked?” she asked the officer nearest to them. 

     “Uh, yeah it should.” 

     Emily called Garcia, asking if they could get any traces on where the car could possibly be. In less than two minutes, they were on their way to an abandoned warehouse. 

-

     In the midst of your crying you heard sirens. While Thamson perked up, you couldn’t help but panic. You didn’t even know why you did this. It’s like you weren’t even in control of your own body. 

     You stood and started pacing again. You ignored the tired chuckles of the sheriff and the taunts of how you were going to die in a jail cell. You pointed the knife at him again and he was quick to shut his mouth. 

     The rusted door busted down and you heard ‘FBI’ being yelled. It really reminded you of just a few months ago when they were dragging you out of your old apartment. 

     You picked up the gun that you took from the sheriff and held it against his head with the knife to his neck.

     “C’mon (y/n), drop the weapons and this’ll all be alright.” It was the lady who came to talk to you yesterday; Prentiss you think her name was.

     Yo glanced around the room, looking at all the guns trained at you, causing you to grip the one in your hand tighter. 

     “No, no, no,” you muttered. “What have I done?” 

     “There’s still time to make things right.”

     You saw an officer out of the corner of your eye shake his head in disagreement. You knew what they would do to you as soon as you got out of here. 

     “No,” you spoke louder, pulling the gun away from the sheriff’s temple and putting it to your own. “I-I’m not going back there. You can’t make me.”

     “(Y/n), please listen to me,” the lady continued. You saw her grip her gun tighter and she appeared more frantic. "You need help. We can get you help. Just please put the gun down.”

     “I’m not supposed to be here. Th-this wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t mean to.” 

     “I know you didn’t. It was an accident, yeah?” 

     You nodded in agreement. 

     “An accident is an accident; no one is going to blame you for that. But you need to put the gun down.” 

     “I can’t,” you sobbed. “You don’t understand. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not”

The cries that left your body caused you to twitch. And the shaky and (not properly trained in the team’s opinion) officers made the situation no better.

     They didn’t know whose gun fired first. There were about four different shots hitting your body, all from officers. There would be time to scold them for their incompetence later but Emily was only worried about getting you. 

     When she reached you, your eyes were already glazed over and your breathing was laboured. 

     “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t-I didn’t mean to.” 

     The woman only shushed you and pushed back the hairs that were resting on your sweaty forehead. She saw how your eyes were fluttering closed and she saw how you were trying to fit it. 

     “It’s okay,” the unit chief said, her throat choking up. “You can rest now; it’s okay.” 

      With that you let your eyes close and Emily held your hand until it fell limp.

-_-_-_-_-_-

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Wooyoung & Ateez - Winter Flu

“Woo, you’re done for the day,” Wooyoung heard a voice from the doorway call. “Pack up your things so we can go home.”

Wooyoung raised his head from the comfy spot between his legs where he had been resting it in a feeble attempt to shake the dizziness he had been feeling all evening as they practiced. Looking around he realized that he was indeed the only one left in the practice room and that Hongjoong was waiting for him patiently.

“I was planning on staying” he replied, avoiding eye contact with his leader, but Hongjoong wasn’t having any of it.

“And I said you’re done for the day. Come on.” Even from across the room he could tell that Wooyoung was beat and in a sour mood. Hongjoong softened a bit and approached Wooyoung, extending a hand to help him off the floor. “Get your coat on, I’ll pack up your bag.”

Wooyoung stood up, bracing himself against the wall for support, as he put on his coat, hat, and scarf. He was tired of the cold weather already. Despite the fact that winter has just begun he couldn’t help but wish it was summer again.

Hongjoong glanced at Wooyoung as he zipped up his bag. It was clear that Wooyoung was falling into one of his typical early winter moods, spurred by his general disdain for the cold, snow, and darkness that fell earlier and earlier by the day. But this seemed to be more than that. He seemed terribly run down and generally not himself.

“Alright, I’ve got this for you,” Hongjoong indicated toward Wooyoung’s bag. I’ll lock up and meet you downstairs. With that, Wooyoung muttered a faint “whatever” and wandered out of the room, not bothering to even look up.

Wooyoung found the van waiting downstairs, the rest of the members already loaded in. He sat down in the empty seat next to San who was rattling off ideas about how to spend their coveted day off tomorrow. Wooyoung managed to block out his voice as he settled in, pulling his beanie down a little farther over his face. That is until San called his name. “Woo…are you listening? I was asking…”

“Nope” Wooyoung replied shortly.

“Nope what?” San questioned, confused by his friend’s curtness.

“Nope as in nope I’m not listening. Jeez San do you ever stop talking? Just shut up. I literally cannot even stand the sound of your voice right now.” Wooyoung’s tone was harsh and unforgiving.

Hongjoong heard the exchange as he sat down in the passenger’s seat. He looked in the rear view mirror, first seeing Wooyoung putting his headphones on and turning his body towards the window, then averting his eyes to Seonghwa, immediately making eye contact and exchanging a telepathic “yikes” through the mirror.

The ride home was filled with awkward silence as nobody wanted to be the next person that Wooyoung would snap at. When they arrived home Wooyoung didn’t waste a second before jumping out of the van, grabbing his bag, and walking inside. The others followed at a distance, wanting to give him some space for, well, whatever this was. As they entered behind him they heard his bedroom door close with a slam.

San was the first to break the deafening silence, asking in a quiet and shaky voice, “did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s not you San” Yeosang replied quickly. “You know how he gets around this time of the year. I don’t know, like, moody I guess?” The rest of the members hummed in agreement until Seonghwa spoke up, asking what everybody wanted for dinner.

As the tension dissipated and everybody relaxed into the evening, Hongjoong couldn’t get his mind off of Wooyoung. He was usually such a happy-go-lucky kid. While Hongjoong knew that the season change was getting to him, he had never seen him in quite this foul of a mood.

Within an hour dinner was on the table but Wooyoung was still nowhere to be seen. Hongjoong discreetly excused himself and knocked on Wooyoung’s door. No response. He knocked again as he quietly called out to his friend inside.

“Hey Woo, dinner’s ready, want to come out and have something to eat?” Hongjoong waited a few moments in silence, wondering if Wooyoung had fallen asleep already before he finally got a response from inside.

“I’m not hungry,” Wooyoung replied without any further elaboration. Hongjoong couldn’t help but notice the pure exhaustion in his voice.

“Are you ok? Do you want to talk?” Hongjoong asked, once again being met with silence. “Ok, I’ll leave some tea outside your door in a few minutes, goodnight, Woo.”

Hongjoong returned to the kitchen, putting the kettle on the stovetop to boil. “I take it he’s not coming out for dinner then?” He jumped a little, not having heard Seonghwa approach him. “No, he said he isn’t hungry” he replied.

The two stood in silence for a few second before Seonghwa asked in a quiet enough voice that the others wouldn’t hear, “what is going on with him? I know how he gets when the weather starts to turn but this doesn’t really seem to be only that. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him that way before.”

“Yeah I know, I was thinking the same thing,” Hongjoong replied, not sure what else to say. “I guess we should just give him some space tonight and see what happens?”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement as Hongjoong pulled out a bag of Wooyoung’s favorite tea and set off towards his room. “Here,” Seonghwa called after him, tossing him a protein bar as an afterthought. “He’s gotta eat something.”

Hongjoong knocked on Wooyoung’s door softly, letting him know that his tea was outside the door. While he didn’t get a verbal response, he was relieved to hear the door crack open. He turned around to see a pair of hands grabbing for the tea while leaving the protein bar on the floor near the door. “It’s better than nothing I guess,” he thought to himself before settling in for dinner with the rest of the group.

Overall the mood was low, none of them wanting to address the proverbial elephant in the room that was Wooyoung’s outburst. A few words were shared, small talk really, before the members got up one by one, saying their good nights and heading to bed. Hongjoong couldn’t help but notice San stop by Wooyoung’s door, raising a loose fist to knock, before changing his mind and continuing to his own room. Even Yeosang, Wooyoung’s roommate, didn’t want to bother him and ended up heading to bed with Mingi who agreed to let him stay the night in his room.

Hongjoong stayed up another couple of hours to get some work done. He hoped Wooyoung would come out at some point once everybody had gone to bed so he could check on him, but he wasn’t so lucky. As he shuffled off to his room, Hongjoong paused in front of Wooyoung’s door. Silence. He was relived that Wooyoung had fallen asleep after seeing how exhausted he was earlier in the practice room.

*~*~*~*~*~

The next morning Hongjoong woke up to the sun shining into his window. He thought about how he loved waking up without his alarm on his days off, which were few and far between. Seonghwa was already up but had let Hongjoong continue to sleep. He checked his phone as he got out of bed. 8:15 AM. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept past 7:00 AM and felt content.

As he opened the door to exit his room, he was met by a very excited Jongho who was buttoning up his winter jacket. “Hyung, it snowed last night! Like, a lot! And it’s still coming down! Some of us are going tobogganing, do you want to come?” Hongjoong chuckled at Jongho’s excitement picking up the mitten he had dropped in his haste and handing it back to its owner.

“Thanks Jongho, but I have some work to do this morning” he replied. Jongho rolled his eyes questioning his hyung, “you’re working on our day off, seriously?” Hongjoong only nodded as Jongho scampered to the door. “He’s not coming” Jongho advised and was met with a chorus of groans. “Have fun, I’ll see you when you get home” Hongjoong replied as the members stampeded out the door, all bundled up in their winter clothes.

He watched out the window as Jongho, Yunho, Yeosang and Mingi dragged their toboggans through the fresh snow. Turning back to the kitchen he saw Seonghwa sipping a cup of coffee and picking at a bowl of fresh fruit while reading a book, and San looking like a lost puppy dog, aimlessly stirring the cup of tea in front of him.

“Hey, why didn’t you go with them?” Hongjoong asked San as he sat down in the seat next to him. San shrugged, not looking up from his tea. “I guess I was hoping that Wooyoung would want to talk today but he hasn’t come out of his room yet” San said quietly.

“Well, it’s still early, he’s probably still sleeping. He seemed pretty tired last night after practice” Hongjoong replied, trying to lighten San’s mood.

“Oh, tired, is that what that was? He was tired? We were all tired but we didn’t act like total…never mind. I’m going to go play some games in Mingi’s room.” San sighed as he got up from the table. Turning back to Hongjoong. “Can you let me know if he gets up please, hyung?”

“Of course, holler if you need anything” Hongjoong responded as San headed down the hall.

As he turned back around, he saw Seonghwa’s eyes peering at him over his book. “He’s still in there?”Hongjoong asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yep,” Seonghwa replied. “I got up at 7:00 AM an and the protein bar was still sitting outside his door. I guess he’s on a hunger strike.”

Both Seonghwa and Hongjoong smiled at that, momentarily forgetting their concerns.

“I’ll give him a few more hours to rest, but if he doesn’t come out by noon then…” Hongjoong’s voice trailed off. He didn’t know what he’d do exactly but he knew he’d need to do something. He grabbed his laptop and his headphones and settled in at the table across from Seonghwa to get some work done. The morning passed uneventfully with Hongjoong and Seonghwa occasionally glancing at the clock and down the hall for any sign of Wooyoung.

Before he knew it, it was 11:45 AM and Hongjoong was becoming concerned that he truly was going to have to bash in Wooyoung’s door, until they heard a knock at the apartment door. Seonghwa, still in his pajamas, stood up, looking out the peephole. “What the…” Hongjoong heard Seonghwa mutter as he opened the door, revealing a snow covered figure in a large black parka, holding a small brown paper bag.

Hongjoong stood up from the table grabbing the bag from their visitor as Seonghwa helped to bush the snow from his back and shoulders.

“Hey Changbin,” Hongjoong said, the surprise audible in his voice. “Were we expecting you?”

“Sorry to bother you guys” Changbin replied awkwardly, “but…”

Just at that moment, Changbin was cut off by the sound of a door opening and Wooyoung standing in its doorway with his hood pulled down, covering most of his face.

“What the hell? I told you not to knock on the door and just to text me when you got here” Wooyoung said in a voice that might have been intimidating if it hadn’t cracked twice as he spoke.

“I did text you, like three times” Changbin responded. “But you didn’t answer and it’s snowing really hard.”

Wooyoung pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants, looking at the screen. “Oh, sorry, I must have fallen asleep” he whispered sheepishly.

Changbin sighed, not used to seeing his friend like this. “It’s fine. I brought the stuff you asked for. Hongjoong has it. I’ve gotta get back to work. See you later, Woo. Feel better.”

As Changbin left the apartment, the confusion was palpable. The three stood in silence, Hongjoong and Seonghwa still by the door and Wooyoung awkwardly leaning against his doorframe, hood still up. The silence was broken by San bursting into the hallway.

He took in the situation, unsure what he just walked into. “Was that Changbin?” He asked, feeling like he was walking on eggshells. “What was he doing here?”

“I don’t know, what was he doing here Woo?” Seonghwa asked tentatively, not wanting to upset him.

“Just give me my stuff” Wooyoung murmured gruffly.

“What’s going on, Woo?” Seonghwa asked, grabbing the paper bag from Hongjoong and setting it on the coffee table as if he was trying to lure Wooyoung into the living room. To Hongjoong’s surprise, somehow it actually worked. Wooyoung slowly made his way out of his doorway and allowed Seonghwa to guide him to the couch. Seonghwa calmly took a seat at the other end of the couch and Hongjoong followed, sitting down in the armchair across the room. Even San, who still has no idea what was happening, sat down on the floor in front of Hongjoong’s chair.

Wooyoung shifted under the gazes of his hyungs and San as he felt the cracks in his facade beginning to widen. He instinctively hugged his knees in and attempted to bury his face in them.

“Hey, tell us what’s going on with you Woo?” Seonghwa asked softly as he moved closer to him on the couch.

“I just wanted to stay and practice last,” Wooyoung replied, working hard to keep the others from seeing past his act.

“That’s…it?” San stuttered incredulously. He wasn’t buying it and neither were his hyungs.

Seonghwa wrapped an arm around Wooyoung, using his free hand to pull down his hood. The sight elicited a gasp from San and a look of concern from Hongjoong.

The leader had seen a lot of things over the years. He had seen his members at their best and their worst. But this version of Wooyoung was alarming to say the least. His face was as white as a sheet, minus his rosy red nose and cheeks, and, even through his glasses, Hongjoong could see how glassy and red his eyes were.

Seonghwa, always one to maintain his composure, pulled Wooyoung in for a hug. He could feel Wooyoung shivering in his embrace and reached for the blanket folded at the end of the couch, draping it over his little brother’s shoulders in an effort to make him more comfortable.

Hongjoong, on the other hand, was at the end of his rope. “Wooyoung, talk. Now. Clearly something is going on” he implored, ignoring the daggers in Seonghwa’s eyes as he stared at him, disapproving of how harsh he was being with Wooyoung who was clearly very sick, very tired, and very upset.

“How long have you been feeling sick?” Seonghwa interjected in a much softer tone, trying to bring the tension in the room back down as he placed the back of his fingers on Wooyoung’s cheeks and forehead.

“I don’t know,” Wooyoung replied. “I always feel kind of off at this time of the year so I didn’t think anything of it, but then I stated feeling dizzy and kind of nauseous.”

“And the fever, when did that start?” Seonghwa pried a little harder, trying to get more information from Wooyoung, who only shrugged.

“Alright, well let’s get you back to bed Woo” Seonghwa replied, coaxing him up from the couch.

As Seonghwa put Wooyoung to bed, San reached forward and grabbed the brown paper bag from the coffee table and pulled out the contents one by one. Three tablet bottles, one for pain, one for fever, and one for nausea, as well as a bottle of red Gatorade.

San looked up at Hongjoong with a hurt expression. “Why would he ask Changbin to bring this stuff? Why didn’t he ask us?” Hongjoong didn’t have an answer, simply patting San’s shoulder as he got up and followed Seonghwa and Wooyoung.

Seonghwa had gotten Wooyoung back into bed and was currently stroking his hair, waiting for his temperature to register on the thermometer as Hongjoong entered the room. As it beeped Seonghwa took a look and frowned. “Is it bad?” Wooyoung asked sheepishly.

“You’ll be just fine, Woo,” Seonghwa replied. “Nothing a little R & R can’t fix.” Seonghwa handed the thermometer to Hongjoong. 39.5°. “See if you can get his schedule canceled for the rest of the week” Seonghwa whispered to Hongjoong as he exited the room.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa has always had an instinct for nurturing which was, of course, amplified by having seven kids to take care of. Hongjoong on the other hand, didn’t find it so natural, especially now as he stood awkwardly by Wooyoung’s bedside.

“Hyung,” Wooyoung said softly, “Can you bring me the stuff that Changbin brought over?” Medicine, of course, the obvious next step. Why hadn’t he thought of that. “Yeah sure, Woo, don’t fall asleep on me quite yet” Hongjoong responded, eliciting and absent minded nod from Wooyoung. Hongjoong wasn’t confident that Wooyoung had even heard what he said and had a feeling he’d be asleep by the time he came back in.

Hongjoon’s prediction was correct, finding Wooyoung asleep while still sitting upright in his bed, leaning against the headboard. Hongjoong shook him gently, stirring him from his slumber.

“Changbin brought a few different things, what do you think you need right now?” Hongjoong asked, scanning the backs of each pill bottle.

“I don’t know, everything just hurts all over” Wooyoung replied. “Sounds like that’s from the fever. Here, take these” Hongjoong instructed, shaking a couple of fever reducers into Wooyoung’s hand, followed by a few pain relievers. Hongjoong looked at the last bottle. “Are you feeling queasy at all?” Wooyoung shook his head in response. “Not right now. I’m just…” his voice trailed off, unable to finish his thought.

“I know, it’s ok, just get some sleep. Hyung and I will be here if you need us. And San too” Hongjoong replied as he helped Wooyoung get comfortable. Unsurprisingly he was asleep almost immediately as his head hit the pillow. Hongjoong carefully took his glasses off and set them on the bedside table before pulling the door closed behind him.

Hongjoong spent the next few hours calling and emailing various people at the company, explaining that Wooyoung was unwell and all but begging for a reprieve for him. They agreed to give Wooyoung the rest of the week off but stipulated that if his fever hadn’t broken by Thursday that he’d have to visit the doctor. Hongjoong hoped that two days would be adequate time to get Wooyoung’s temperature down, knowing that Wooyoung would hardly be agreeable to going out in the snow and cold to see a doctor that would simply tell him to go home and back to bed. And he was not going to be the one to tell Wooyoung that news considering how short-tempered he had been.

Just as he put his headphones back on, resolute about getting at least a little more work done, Hongjoong heard Wooyoung’s door open. He sighed in aggravation, not at Wooyoung but at his inability to make any progress on his latest project today.

Sensing his frustration, Seonghwa interjected. “Hey, it’s fine. Go get some work done in our room. I’ll take care of him.” Hongjoong nodded and thanked him as he packed up his work and headed towards their bedroom, briefly crossing paths with Wooyoung as he emerged from his room.

Seonghwa watched as Wooyoung slowly made his way to the couch where San was catching up on some dramas he had fallen behind on.

The two hasn’t spoken since Wooyoung’s outburst in the van the night before but that didn’t stop Wooyoung from laying down on the couch next to San and resting his head in his lap.

Seonghwa, who had been preparing a late lunch, knelt down on the floor in front of Wooyoung. “How are you feeling? Any better?” Wooyoung shook his head in response. “It was too hot in there” he grumbled. Seonghwa turned around, glancing over his shoulder at the thermostat on the wall. Nobody had turned the heat up at all. If anything it was on the chillier side.

“I’m sorry. I think you’re due for another dose of medication. Let’s have a bite to eat then you can take some more.” Seonghwa said as he and San got Wooyoung sitting upright.

“No” Wooyoung replied curtly. “I’m not eating anything.” Seonghwa sighed, running a cool hand over Wooyoung’s warm forehead. “Woo, I’ve let it slide until now but you haven’t had anything to eat in almost 24 hours. This isn’t up for negotiation.”

“I swear to God, hyung, if you try and force me to eat something…” Wooyoung didn’t seem to know how to finish that statement and Seonghwa took that as an invitation to head into the kitchen, ladling some of the soup he had been making onto a mug.

“It’s just a few spoonfuls Woo. I only filled it halfway.” Seonghwa’s tone was kind but firm, leaving no room for debate. Wooyoung rolled his eyes, taking the mug from his hyung. San coaxed him to eat a few spoonfuls despite a constant string of complaints about it being too hot (followed just a couple minutes later with how it was too cold, naturally), too bland, too salty, too thick and just generally unsuitable for consumption. Despite it apparently being the worst food he had ever been forced to eat, San got him to eat almost all of it. Seonghwa mouthed “thank you” to San as he took the mug from Wooyoung. “Let me grab your pills” he said, putting the mug into the dishwasher. “Do you want to take them with water or tea?”

“Neither” Wooyoung answered dryly. Seonghwa forced himself to take a deep breath, reminding himself that Wooyoung was sick, grumpy, and not feeling himself. “What about the Gatorade that Changbin brought? I put it in the refrigerator earlier so it’ll be cold.”

“No. I ate the soup which wasn’t even good. I don’t want to take any medicine. I just way to go back to sl…” Seonghwa turned back to Wooyoung, watching his hand fly up to his mouth. After just a moment, Wooyoung leapt from the couch, moving as quickly as he could toward the bathroom, weaving drunkenly on his way there, unable to walk a straight line.

Seonghwa followed, only to have the bathroom door slammed in his face. “Wooyoung…” he called from outside the door just before hearing the click of the lock followed by some coughing, groaning, and finally the unmistakable sound of vomiting. He sat against the hallway wall until a very green Wooyoung emerged. Seonghwa helped him back to the couch, popping the thermometer under his tongue before adding one of the anti-nausea tablets in the mix and pouring out half a glass of Gatorade.

Seonghwa returned to the living room just as the thermometer beeped. He swiftly pulled it from Wooyoung’s mouth. “You’ve still got a pretty good fever but it’s gone down a bit” he said, placing the thermometer down on the coffee table and handing the pills and glass to Wooyoung. For a moment Wooyoung seemed poised to argue about the medicine again, but then decided just to take it instead. Seonghwa sighed in relief as Wooyoung laid back down, opting again to use San as a pillow. He used this opportunity to place a cool compress on Wooyoung’s forehead.

“I told you I wasn’t hungry, but you forced me to eat and it made me sick” Wooyoung muttered to Seonghwa, already half asleep.

“The food didn’t make you sick, Woo. You got sick because…you’re sick” San said softly, adjusting the compress.

“Well I wasn’t as sick before.” Wooyoung was desperately clinging to consciousness just so he could have the last word.

“You’re right, Woo. My bad. Now get some sleep.” Seonghwa sighed. He knew better than to try and argue with Wooyoung in this state.

Once he was sure that Wooyoung was asleep, Seonghwa returned to the kitchen table opening his book again to pass the time until Wooyoung woke up again, ready for his next argument. It didn’t take long for San to fall asleep on the couch with Wooyoung. Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping pair as he stood up to turn the TV off. After just a few moments of silence, he heard chatter and laughter outside coming closer to the door. Seonghwa raced to the door in an attempt to quiet the rest of the members before they could come in and wake Wooyoung and San. Seonghwa opened the door to find everybody covered in snow with smiles across their faces. Just as Mingi was about to greet him, Seonghwa put a finger to his lips.

“Guys, please keep it down” Seonghwa spoke in a low voice. Yeosang was the first to enter, quickly noticing that Wooyoung had come out of his room, but then noticing the thermometer and the partially filled glass of Gatorade on the coffee table.

“He’s sick?” Yeosang asked, turning to Seonghwa, who replied with a nod. “Well honestly that explains a lot” Mingi interjected. “How bad?”

“Not great,” Seonghwa sighed. “He’s running a pretty high fever and he got sick after he ate.”

“That sucks” Yunho muttered.

“Yeah” Seonghwa responded. Seeing Wooyoung like this really did suck. Not to mention trying to deal with his fiery temper. “Hey, why don’t you guys get changed and go for dinner.” He pulled a credit card from his wallet and handed it to Yeosang. “Honestly I haven’t even had a chance to think about making dinner.”

Seonghwa was met with a chorus of thank yous from the rest of the group. “We’ll bring something back for the rest of you” Yeosang confirmed before heading off to his room to change into something warm and dry.

With the members off to dinner, Hongjoong still holed up in their room working, and Wooyoung and San sleeping soundly on the couch, Seonghwa took a seat in the armchair, resting his eyes.

He wasn’t sure when he had dozed off but he was suddenly jarred awake by the door slamming followed by loud voices, boots dropping to the floor laughter, and Mingi’s voice slurring “we brought back pizza!”

All at once, Hongjoong had burst from his room, headphones still over his ears, frantically trying to quiet them down, as Wooyoung sat up, the long since warmed and dried compress falling off his forehead, and San stood up looking ready to deck somebody.

The sudden movement seemed to jar Wooyoung, who turned an entirely new shade of green and raced off to the bathroom, followed by Seonghwa.

“San are you hungry?” Jongho’s voice called out. San just stood by the couch, not sure what to say. “Or thirsty?” Mingi laughed, pulling a half empty bottle of soju from his coat pocket.

“Guys quiet down!” Hongjoong hissed, trying not to add to the chaos unfolding in the doorway. “Wooyoung is really sick, he’s trying to rest.”

“Oh shit…I totally forgot” Yunho remarked before tripping over Jongho’s boots and falling into Hongjoong.

Hongjoong sighed and asked “how much did you guys have to drink?” He wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answer.

“Honestly,” Mingi replied, his hiccuping voice sounding contemplative, “a lot.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured” Hongjoong muttered. “Alright, everybody needs to drink some water and go to bed. We have work tomorrow and being hung over won’t get you out of it.” He was met by groans from the drunken members. “And, for the love of God, be quiet!”

Being reminded of having to work the next day brought down the mood as the members headed to bed. Stumbling past Seonghwa, who was waiting for Wooyoung outside of the bathroom, they mumbled their apologies to their Hyung. Yeosang stopped in front of the bathroom door and to apologize to his sick friend inside. “Woo,” he called, hiccuping and slurring. “Wooyoung I’m so sorry. We’re all sorry. I’ll bunk with Mingi again tonight.” He waited for a response, only to be met with a groan followed by the sound of Wooyoung getting sick again.

“Go to bed, Yeosang” Seonghwa whispered, patting his shoulder. The hustle and bustle of the members getting ready for bed soon died down and Seonghwa knocked softly on the bathroom door.

“Are you doing ok in there?” He asked. He knew that Wooyoung hadn’t had much of anything to eat or drink all day so there wouldn’t be much in his system to throw up. To his surprise, his question was met with a click as the bathroom door was unlocked and a small creak as it opened a crack. As Seonghwa opened the door he was greeted by a crying Wooyoung who was sitting in front of the toilet with his forehead resting on the seat.

“Hey, hey, Woo. You’re ok. Just take a deep breath. You’re ok.” Seonghwa cooed while rubbing Wooyoung’s back, desperately trying to calm him down.

After a few minutes, Wooyoung was a bit more relaxed but refused to leave the bathroom floor as he insisted he was still too queasy. The pair continued to sit in silence, Wooyoung laying with his head in Seonghwa’s lap as he rubbed circles in his back.

“Hyung,” Wooyoung whispered, his throat sore from having been sick, “where are my glasses? I can’t see.” Seonghwa smiled to himself before hearing Hongjoong’s voice from the doorway behind him. He hadn’t realized that the leader had been standing there. “They’re in the living room, I’ll grab them for you” Hongjoong answered quietly.

“I think it’s time to get you back to bed Woo” Seonghwa said. Let’s see how you are feeling tomorrow.” Wooyoung only nodded, grabbing his glasses from Hongjoong who had returned with them. With some help from Seonghwa and Hongjoong, Wooyoung staggered back to bed. As they turned off the light and went to close the door, Wooyoung called out in a tired voice, “Hyungs?”

They both turned around and Hongjoong responded, “Yeah, Woo?” There was a moment of silence before Wooyoung replied, “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a jerk, it’s just, you know? I…I’m not sure…I mean…I’m…” he didn’t sound as if he knew what he was trying to say and sleep was creeping in quickly. Hongjoong cut him off, “There’s no need to apologize. We understand. Now get some sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong was awoken early the next morning by a text from management advising that the company would be closed for the day due to the snow. He peeked out the window to see it still coming down. “Well,” he thought to himself, “at least the kids can recover from their night out.” Hongjoong peeled himself out of the comfort of his bed, going to each room, one by one, to turn off everybody’s alarm so they could sleep in. Lastly, he stopped in Wooyoung’s room. The warmth coming from his forehead and cheeks indicated that his fever hadn’t broken overnight as Hongjoong had hoped it might. After pulling up the blankets that had slipped down to Wooyoung’s waist while he slept, Hongjoong slipped out of his room and closed the door, hoping all of the extra sleep would get him back on his feet sooner.

Hongjoong spent the next few hours enjoying the silence as everybody slept in. Mingi was the first one up, squinting his eyes against the kitchen light. “No work today?” He asked quietly. “The company closed because of the storm, no work today.” Mingi silently flashed a thumbs up and turned around to go back to bed, grabbing a few of Wooyoung’s pain killers on the way.

Seonghwa was the next to come out to the kitchen, looking confused. “Snow day, no work” Hongjoong advised before Seonghwa even had to ask.

“Is everybody else still sleeping?” Seonghwa questioned. Hongjoong nodded. “Mingi was up for a minute. But he’s hung over as shit and went back to bed. I’m sure they all are.” Seonghwa couldn’t help but chuckle in response, “well, they kind of deserve it.” Hongjoong couldn’t help but chuckle in agreement at that.

“Speaking of last night,” Seonghwa said, his tone sounding a bit more serious now. “Have you checked on Wooyoung yet today?”

“He’s still warm,” Hongjoong sighed, “but he was sleeping soundly so that’s something.” Seonghwa nodded in response. “Let’s see how he fares today.”

“Well, if he’s still running a fever tomorrow he has to visit the doctor. Company’s orders.” Hongjoong advised Seonghwa. They both shuttered at the thought of the ordeal. “Then he’s gotta get better today, he’s got no choice. Because I am not going to be the one to break that news to him, let alone take him” Seonghwa concluded firmly.

Over the next hour the members began to file out of their rooms, making themselves some coffee and toast to combat their hangovers. Seonghwa had to remind them to leave some of the pain medication for the kid that was actually sick as they took turns pouring tablets out in hopes they’d relieve their headaches. But aside from the murmur of various side conversations and the TV on low volume in the background, the apartment was pretty quiet.

Which is why everyone turned as they heard Wooyoung open his door. “What?” Wooyoung asked, referring to the seven sets of eyes that were watching his every move.

“How are you feeling today?” Yeosang asked tentatively as he stood up, making room for Wooyoung on the couch.

“I’m fine. Great, even. In fact I’ve never been better, can’t you tell?” Wooyoung replied dryly. Yeosang took in his friend’s current state as he sat down on the couch. He was clad in an oversized hoodie and sweat pant, his hair askew, and his face a sickly pale that was flushed with fever. Seeing Wooyoung like this left Yeosang feeling majorly guilty.

“About last night…” Yeosang started, grabbing everybody’s attention. “I’m sorry. We were being stupid.” If he was being completely honest, he didn’t remember much of what happened, but Mingi helped fill in the gaps this morning.

Yeosang’s apology was followed by a chorus of quiet apologies which made Wooyoung more uncomfortable than anything else. All he could do is look down and nod, periodically shrugging his shoulders, before announcing that he was going to go lay down again.

Seonghwa got up and followed Wooyoung back to his bedroom. Wooyoung sighed before turning around to face Seonghwa. “Can I help you?” He questioned, his voice cold. Seonghwa paused, collecting himself before speaking, regaining his composure.

“Can I check your temperature Woo?” he asked kindly despite his frustration. He was met with exasperation from Wooyoung. “Hyung, I can take care of myself. Just leave me alone.”

Seonghwa repeated it over and over in his head: he’s sick, he’s tired, and he’s upset. “I’m sure you can, but…” Seonghwa started before being interrupted “Then please just leave me be” Wooyoung said firmly, pushing the door closed and pushing Seonghwa out of his bedroom as he did. “No hyungs today” he called from the other side of the door. “And no San either.”

“Well, I guess that settles it,” Seonghwa replied, loud enough for the rest of the members to hear. And they complied, spending the morning and early afternoon watching movies and napping on the couch. Even Hongjoong took advantage of the extra day off, deciding against pulling his laptop out to work. Respecting Wooyoung’s wishes, he and Seonghwa took turns simply leaving things outside of Wooyoung’s bedroom, simply texting him to let him know that there were some pills and a glass of water at the door, or a bowl of fruit. Some things managed to make their way into the room while others remained in the hallway.

As the apartment began to darken as the afternoon turned to evening, the members sat down for dinner, some eating at the table or on the couch while some took their food to their own rooms. As Seonghwa placed his plate in the dishwasher, he quietly called to Hongjoong, asking him to text Wooyoung to let him know that he was going to put a plate of food outside his door. However, before he could start putting the food on the plate, Wooyoung’s door flew open, revealing a very panicked Wooyoung, struggling to hold himself up in the doorway, looking out of breath. Seonghwa immediately dropped what he was doing, rushing to grab Wooyoung around the waist before he collapsed where he was standing.

“Uhh hyungs, I’m not feeling very well…”

*~*~*~*~*~

As it turned out, Wooyoung wasn’t so good at taking care of himself. After dismissing Seonghwa that morning, he had spent most of the day sleeping on and off, trying to get comfortable between the hot and cold flashes. He had grabbed the medication that his hyungs had left outside his room, but simply left it on his desk or chest of drawers. Just the through of taking the tablets or even just drinking the water made his stomach turn. At some point they had left a bowl of fruit outside, from which he ate a few grapes before deciding that his stomach couldn’t handle it, setting it aside on his bedside table.

As Seonghwa lead Wooyoung back into his room, he noticed the four full glasses of water, the untouched bottle of Gatorade, and random piles of tablets dumped haphazardly.

Hongjoong followed them into the bedroom, frightened by Wooyoung’s appearance when he had opened his door. He hasn’t looked so well that morning but he was now shivering, small beads of sweat collecting on his forehead, his whole face flushed heavily and his red and glassy eyes drooping with exhaustion. Hongjoong pulled the blankets on Wooyoung’s bed back as Seonghwa sat him down on the edge.

“What was your temperature this morning?” Seonghwa questioned as he pulled Wooyoung’s sweatshirt off.

“Umm I don’t know I didn’t check…” Wooyoung replied awkwardly. “All day?” Seonghwa asked incredulously, getting only a shrug in response. Meanwhile Hongjoong mentally tallied the number of pills around the room. “And you haven’t taken any of the medication we brought you?” Hongjoong asked. “No, I did! Earlier today!” Wooyoung said defensively before his face fell. “Actually that was yesterday.” Seonghwa quickly placed the thermometer in Wooyoung’s mouth before he could protest as Hongjoong stepped out into the kitchen, dumping the glasses of room temperature water down the sink and pouring a fresh glass.

As Hoongjoong returned with the water, Seonghwa grabbed the thermometer looking down at it then back up to Wooyoung, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. “39.8°” he announced shaking his head.

Hongjoong sighed. “Woo, we are going to have to take you to the doctor tomorrow if we can’t get this under control” he said firmly, bracing himself for the fallout.

“Hyung, no, I don’t need to go to the doctor. I’m fine.” Wooyoung pleaded, earning an almost comical side-eye from Seonghwa who knew that Wooyoung was not remotely fine.

“It’s not up to me, the company said if you were still sick tomorrow you had to go.” Hongjoong replied. “And obviously today was not a step in the right direction.” Hongjoong grabbed some medication from Wooyoung’s desk hand handed it to him with the water.

“I don’t want to go out in the snow” Wooyoung signed. “And I don’t want to see a doctor.”

“I know, so let’s see what we can do to get this fever down tonight, ok?” Seonghwa responded softly, getting Wooyoung situated back in bed.

It was then that San appeared at Wooyoung’s door with a bowl of cold water and a face cloth. “Can I come it?” He asked softly, receiving a nod from his hyungs. San sat down at the edge of Wooyoung’s bed placing the compress on his forehead.

“You’re really scaring me, Woo” San said carefully, not wanting to upset Wooyoung anymore than he already was.

“Sorry San” was all Wooyoung could muster, before adding “I feel sick” in a small voice.

San stroked his hair, trying to comfort him. “Are you surprised though? You have hardly eaten, you’re super dehydrated, and you haven’t taken your medication. What did you think was going to happen?”

“If you’re going to act like my mom you can just leave, San” Wooyoung replied, but there was no edge to his words.

“Get some sleep, I’ll be here if you need anything” San responded, unbothered. “I’ll stay in here with him tonight, hyungs” he said softly as Wooyoung drifted off.

After some reassurance that he’d be ok with Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Hongjoong left San with Wooyoung. San decided to sleep in Yeosang’s bed for the night in order to be close in case he was needed. He periodically changed the compress on Wooyoung’s forehead when it got too warm and coaxed him to drink some water when he woke up from his fitful sleep in an attempt to get him rehydrated.

San didn’t get much sleep that night, spending most of the night doting over his sick friend. Just as he began to doze off, he heard Wooyoung call his name softly.

“Hmm?” San responded sleepily. “You ok?”

“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung mumbled. “I’m really so sorry.”

“Hey? What are you apologizing for?” San asked sadly. It was hard for him to hear his friend like this.

“The other day in the van. I was such an ass. I don’t even know why I said those things.”

“It’s ok, Woo. I’m not mad. You weren’t feeling well. There’s nothing to apologize for” San responded. “But I have to ask. Why did you tell Changbin that you were sick and ask him to bring you medication? Why didn’t you come to me or hyungs or any other member?”

Wooyoung sighed, unsure how to respond. “I don’t know, I guess I assumed that you were all angry with me after what happened. And I didn’t want to bother anybody.”

San nodded silently before responding. “Nobody is mad at you, Wooyoung, and you aren’t a bother. You never could be.”

*~*~*~*~*~

San was awoken by Hongjoong the following morning, who advised that, sadly, they had to go back to work. San nodded in acknowledgment, feeling exhausted after a long night of taking care of Wooyoung. Hongjoong could see the exhaustion in his face as he rubbed his shoulder, trying to help him wake up a bit.

“How’d he do last night?” Hongjoong asked hesitantly.

“He was ok. He woke up a few times and I was able to get him to drink some water and take some medication” San replied with a yawn. They agreed to let Wooyoung sleep a bit more as they got ready for the day.

As it turns out, San truly did have the magic touch for Wooyoung. Just as the seven healthy members sat down for some breakfast before leaving for practice, Wooyoung emerged from his room looking much healthier than he had the night before. His color was returning to normal and his eyes looked clearer under his glasses. Yunho quickly jumped up, offering his seat to Wooyoung, who accepted with a small “thank you.”

“How are you feeling, Woo?” Seonghwa asked from the seat to his left. “You’re looking a lot better, and you feel a lot cooler” he added as he checked his forehead with the back of his palm.

“Better. Tired, but my brain isn’t feeling so foggy.” Wooyoung replied with a yawn. “Oh, and no more fever. I checked before I came out here.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa made silent eye contact, both relieved that they wouldn’t have to make the dreaded trip to the doctor.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better” Hongjoong said with a smile. “You’ve got the rest of the week off, so don’t overdo it, ok?” Wooyoung nodded in response.

Wooyoung spent the next few days before returning to work resting and relaxing, shaking the last remnants of his illness. By Monday he was back to his old self and cleared to join the rest of the group back at work. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were relieved to have the Wooyoung they knew and loved back, hoping that the winter blues passed along with his illness.