#my stomach dropped so fast i felt faint and had to sit down

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader & Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : For Changbins : reader has type 2 diabetes ; ketoacidosis (is that a TW? Well it is now, it seems like it should be a warning) ; vomiting ; hospitals ; Changbin is still just a big sweetheart that cares too much ; IV's ; reader in a coma ; For Jeongins : reader has arrhythmia (irregular heartbeat) ; and potentially undiagnosed type 2 diabetes ; Jeongin has no clue so is therefore seemingly insensitive ; reader fainting ; Jeongin ending redemption ; Word Count : For Changbins : 4.6k For Jeongins : 4.1k (in total : 8.7k) Request : @maruskz @slayhyunjin & 4 other anons, the reader doesn't feel well!! A/N : THIS ONE IS FOR YOU ALL!! IT'S THE LAST ONE IN THE LINEUP!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! Thank you to the person in my comments who let me know I (and google) goofed up. I will try to be as accurate as possible when writing about any type of disease, so please let me know in the comments if I'm wrong.

Changbin

“I'm gonna go to the gym with Chan after work, but I should be back home before dinner time.” Changbin said as he pulled his t-shirt on over his head, smiling at you as you laid in the bed still, your eyes still heavy although he chalked it up to you tossing and turning all night and having to get out of bed every couple hours to use the bathroom. “Do you have enough medicine to get you through the day? I can stop at the pharmacy before I go to the gym and drop it off to you.” 

Your head shook in response as you let out a long yawn, sitting up in bed but immediately falling back as your vision momentarily went hazy, which you attributed to sitting up too fast. “I have enough… Thank you Binnie. I gotta work today anyway, so if I need my medicine I can stop by the pharmacy on the way home.” You murmured and he sighed softly, dropping down onto the bed beside you, his hand brushing lightly over your cheeks before leaning in to kiss you. 

“You know I don’t like you walking to the store by yourself…” He reminded you, his bottom lip jutting out into a little pout and you playfully swiped your finger over it causing him to chuckle softly. “Plus you said that you weren’t feeling well… you shouldn’t be going to work like that. You can just stay home and rest… You need to rest, babe.” Bin had been your biggest caregiver since he found out you had diabetes, but not only was he the best caregiver, but supported you through it all, changing his diet as much as he could so that you didn’t feel like you were missing out on good meals, texting you every hour on the hour to check how you were feeling and to make sure you were taking your medicine. He was just as good as any doctor, and you felt safe knowing that you had him. 

“Bin, I’m fine.” You reassured him, grabbing his hand and locking your fingers with his. “I need to go to work… I called out yesterday. I’m not trying to lose my job.” You explained, sitting up more slowly this time and then immediately resting your head against his shoulder. 

“When was the last time you threw up?” He questioned, and you knew that his reasoning for questioning you was valid and it all came from his genuine care for you, it made you feel bad in a way, knowing that he probably spent more time worrying about you than about himself. “I feel like I heard you get sick in the middle of the night…” 

“And you did… But that was the last time I got sick.” You said as cheerfully as you could. “It was probably just some 24 hour stomach bug, I’m totally okay. Now go to work before Chan calls me up and yells at me for making you late.” You kissed along his shoulder, giggling softly at the way he’d purposely flex his muscles whenever you did. “I love you Bin…” 

“I love you too…” He whispered, tilting your head up so he could kiss you correctly, his lips held against yours just a little bit longer than usual as his eyes closed. You could tell that he was worried, but you were adamant, and he knew the one thing you hated was to be coddled because of your disease… But he couldn’t help it, although he tried his best. “Call me if you need anything… Or if you start feeling sick. I’ll rush home… I love you so much, babe.” 

Going to work really was on your agenda for the day, you had even texted your boss to let her know you were coming. Sure, you felt a little tired still, but you attributed that to the fact that you had woken up in the middle of the night to throw up a couple times and it just took a toll on you. You truly thought that you were better, that is, until Changbin was gone and you got up to make yourself breakfast, everything was laid out perfectly on the counter, you were about to start cooking, but, without warning, your body had different ideas and you ended up doubled over the sink, throwing up the lack of contents in your empty stomach. 

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath which put you into panic mode which inevitably made you hyperventilate even more. The entire room seemed to go hazy, or maybe it was just your vision, and it sucked that by the time you came to realize what was going on, you were too late. 

It was hard enough as it was to try to think, it was like every single thought that you once had in your mind was gone, the only thing you felt or could think about was panicking. Your legs gave out and you fell to the floor, and it was like falling against the hard tile had shaken you enough to have you pulling out your phone and dialing the police. Before it could even finish getting through the first ring though, your vision went blank, your thoughts were gone, everything went black…

“I’m just gonna go home and check on her, she hasn’t answered any of my texts.” Changbin informed Chan as they walked down the hall together. It’s not that it was unlike you to be so busy at work that you were late to respond, it’s just that with the way you were feeling the night before, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. “I’ll meet you at the gym.” 

“Nah, I’ll go with you, just in case you need me.” And it’s not that anything in Changbins words had made the oldest feel that way, he just felt like he should be there. “Plus I haven’t seen her in a while, you never bring her into the studio anymore.” 

“Well she has her doctor's appointments and then she has to work…” He explained as he climbed into the elevator, holding it open for Chan before pressing the button to go down to the main floor. “I always tell her that she doesn’t have to work… I think she just feels like that’s the one thing in her life that she has control of… I don’t want to take that away from her.” 

Chan nodded understandingly, he knew all about your conditions, all of the guys did. Changbin was very upfront about it, letting them all know that there would be days that he wouldn’t make it into work on time so he could go to appointments with you, and there would also be days that he wouldn’t come in at all because you needed him more than the group did. You were always and would always be Changbins top priority, and everyone was well aware of that. They didn’t mind, they saw how happy you made him, and they knew that if anything would ever happen to you, they’d end up losing him anyway. 

“I thought she was going to the gym with you on her days off… Did she stop?” Chan posed the question as he pushed through the front doors to the building, holding it open for Changbin and then following him down to the car. “We could have a gym double date or something?” 

Changbins nose crinkled at the thought, and then he chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Y/Ns just been feeling tired lately. I don’t want to push her. We take morning walks together and the doctor said that was enough until her energy comes back. They did switch her medicine recently, so that might be it.” He climbed into the drivers side and waited for Chan to get in before starting up the car. “I hope she packed herself a lunch, she shouldn’t be eating the junk they sell near her work… I should have packed her a lunch before I left.” 

“You think too much, too pessimistic…” Chan mused, leaning back in the seat and glancing over at Changbin who seemed too lost in his thoughts right now. “You do a lot for her, not because you have to, but because you want to, because you love her… There’s not a lot of men who wouldn’t do that…” 

“Well those men are assholes.” Changbin stated matter-of-factly, stopping at the red light that would have him turning down the street to home. “She deserves all the love in the world, maybe more… I wish I could give her every ounce of my love… I’d give her my entire heart…” 

Chan pursed his lips, nodding along to what he was saying as he watched the familiar houses scroll past the window until he pulled into the driveway. “When does she usually go to work? She might already be there…” Chan mused when he saw that there was a package on the front step. 

“Maybe they called her in early?” Changbin mumbled as he climbed out of the car, running up to the front porch and picking up the box before letting himself in. It wasn’t rare, in actuality it was quite annoyingly frequent that you were called in at a moments notice, usually going into work with an empty stomach, leaving Changbin to panic the entire time you were gone. “I hate when they do that to her…” 

“It looks like she was in the middle of cooking something… or about to cook something at least.” Chan commented as he followed Changbin into the house, noticing the ingredients that were scattered around the counter, the sink not exactly running, but it was still dripping. “Looks like she left in a hurry.” 

Changbin groaned loudly, pulling out the trash bin and dumping everything that littered the counter into it before slamming his hand down against the sink faucet to stop the incessant dripping. “I don’t care how much of a hurry she’s in… She shouldn’t leave the house like this.” He grumbled, looking around at the knives and the cutting board that were partially used. “It’s that damn job… She’s so scared of losing it… And they know that. They hold it above her head… And she won’t listen to me… It’s ridiculous. But to leave the kitchen looking like this!” His hands flew up in the air in disbelief before coming back down, slapping against the counter top. “You know what… I’m going to her work. I need to talk to someone… They’re completely taking advantage of her.” 

Chan awkwardly chewed on his bottom lip, partially regretting coming along for the little journey that Changbin was now taking him on, but he hoped that being there himself would at least help him to be level headed enough to be as calm as possible. “Just… Don’t make a scene… And don’t try to jump across the counter, okay? We can talk about things like adults… Can’t we?” 

Changbin rolled his eyes, not even answering the question as he walked out the door and climbed back in the car. The kitchen was disgusting, but he could never actually be mad at you, not at all… You were too innocent, and you’d never think that your work was doing exactly what Changbin knew they were doing. That’s why he wanted to talk to them specifically, whoever had called you in… “Oh I’m gonna talk about things… It’s up to them whether we keep things cordial though. Taking advantage of my girl like that? Not gonna happen! Not anymore!” 

Chan knew that Changbin was an excellent driver, he was safe, he followed all the traffic rules, he’d drive with him whenever he felt he needed to… But not today. Changbin was pissed, and a driving, pissed off Changbin threw all of his cares to the wind. Traffic rules did not exist, and the other drivers abided by whatever rules Changbin came up with on the spot. “You know, if you get pulled over… You won’t be able to talk to anyone except the police.” Chan tried to remind her, but Changbin wasn’t listening to anything but the sound of the engine revving as he whipped around a couple other cars before pulling-very badly-into a parking spot right in front of your work. “There are going to be so many cops around your car when you get out of the store, oh my god.” 

“As long as I get to finish with this conversation before they pull me out of the store, then fine.” Changbin said as he climbed out, his muscles tensed, the irritation just radiating around him. Chan was hesitant, but he knew that following him into the store would be the best course of action, so he did, but he did stay a little further behind, watching from a distance as Changbin walked up to the counter. “Alright… Where is she!? I know she had to work today and to be honest, she might say it, but I’m getting real fucking sick and tired of you taking advantage of her niceness and her willingness to work.” 

The man at the counter was visibly confused as he looked around himself and then back at Changbin. “Uhm… dude… I don’t know what… Or who you’re talking about…” He mumbled, peering around Changbin to see the person waiting behind him. “But if you’re not buying anything… Can you get out of the line?” 

Changbin turned around, smiling kindly to the stranger behind him, but the smile fell just as quickly when he turned back around to face the man at the register. “I know you called Y/N in today! Where is she, huh? You got her doing some backroom stocking shit right now?! You know she can’t do that! She didn’t even get to finish making her meal because you guys always call her in! It’s bullshit! Why have a damn schedule if you’re just gonna text her and tell her you need her earlier?” 

“What are you talking about?” The man, now having harvested a little bit of sass to stand up to Changbin, who was still much bigger than the guy. “Y/N isn’t even here right now. She totally flaked on her hours, and the manager has been trying to get a hold of her but she hasn’t answered. How about you try calling her instead of coming in here and causing a scene and scaring away our customers.” The guy impatiently tapped his fingers against the counter before motioning with his head for Changbin to move. “Can you go now?” 

If you weren’t at work… And you weren’t at home… Where the hell were you? His anger dissipated and quickly turned to worry. Your medicine was running out, but you had told him that you had enough to get you through the day. You were feeling sick the night before, but you claimed it was just a stomach bug and that you were feeling fine now. It’s not like you would leave him… He never gave you any reason to do something like that… Right? 

“Maybe you should call the neighbors… See if they know anything?” Chan suggested as he and Changbin sat in the car, still parked in front of the store, and shockingly enough, there wasn’t a single officer in sight to get on Changbin about his reckless driving. That was a good thing though, clearly Changbin wasn’t in the mood or in the right state of mind to handle that kind of interaction. “Or maybe the police station or the hospital… See if any calls came in from your address?” 

Changbin nodded, the movement kind of stiff as he pulled out his phone. He didn’t know where to start, but he also didn’t know the neighbors number, not by heart, and most of them had work today and they weren’t home. He didn’t want to have to call the hospital because that was the last place he wanted you to be, but it was the only option he had, the only line he had to hold on to right now.  

The call was short, and for the first time the entire day, Changbin had been almost completely silent, only giving out the address and then a series of mumbled out acknowledgements were heard before the silence that followed once the call was ended. It was a scary silence though, one that held far too much emotion, and although Changbin hadn’t said anything, Chan could feel it. “So… What did they-” 

There wasn’t a chance to finish as Changbins fists came down on the steering wheel, punching against it repeatedly as tears began to trickle down his cheeks, his screams cut off by his sobs. Chan didn’t know what to do, but he felt like he should try to stop him, mainly because the steering wheel looked like it would break off and neither of them needed that to happen. “Don’t touch me! Don’t!” Changbin shouted when Chan tried to grab his arms, but it had stopped his assault on the wheel momentarily, his head falling forward as his body shook. 

“Changbin…” Chan said breathlessly, falling back against the seat and staring up at the roof of the car. “I don’t know what the hell is going on… But you can’t just beat up the car. If you want me to take you to the hospital, I will, because based on your reaction I’m just feeling like that’s where she is. Or I can take you home. Either way, you’re not driving, not like this. You’ll get in an accident and nobody wants that.” 

He sniffled softly, nodding his head as he lifted it from the wheel, opening the door slowly and climbing out, walking around to the passenger side of the car. “They said… She was there…” He muttered, watching Chan climb over to the drivers side and then quickly getting in and putting on his seatbelt. “They said that she…. She can’t talk right now…” His head shook and his shakily sniffled, his entire body trembling as he practically gasped for air. “I knew there was something wrong… She wasn’t feeling good and… And I was worried but I didn’t do anything. I didn’t stay with her… I should have taken her to the hospital… I didn’t… I failed her…” 

Chan knew that the guilt would be there, but it didn’t make it any less heartbreaking to see his friend, his brother like this. He didn’t even know what to do, because he knew that if the shoe was on the other foot, he’d be feeling the same way. “You didn’t fail her… You believed her because she said that she was okay… That’s not your fault. Plus, you said it yourself, she likes feeling like she has some sort of control over her life… Maybe she thought she’d be able to get better herself…” 

“That doesn’t change the fact that I left… She’s supposed to trust me and… how can she trust me now… when I left her… Like that…” He was stumbling over his words as his tears continued to fall down his cheeks, his hands quickly swiping across his face to wipe them away. “She was… She was in the middle of making her lunch… She didn’t even get to eat…” 

There was nothing that Chan could say to get Changbin out of his own head, so he just listened, completely understanding where he was coming from, but he wished that Changbin would understand that it wasn’t his fault. “She’s sick Changbin… These things happen… You’ve done a lot of research on it, you know these things can happen. But you can’t protect her all the time… You just can’t.” 

Changbin was silent for a moment, his thumb coming up to his mouth as he chewed on his nail. “I want to… I want to protect her… I researched things and… And I knew that things like this could happen and I still left her. I knew the symptoms that were bad… and she had all of them… Why did I leave?” He was breathing heavily, it almost sounded like he was about to throw up himself. “If I was there..-“ 

“It still would have happened because she was sick, Changbin…” Chan said sternly, trying to snap Changbin out of this self deprecating spiral he was in. “You can’t be with her every second of every day, and I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to be like that anyway. This would have happened whether you were home with her or not. Beating yourself over it won’t change things.” 

The hospital towered over the car, shadowing him and Chan when they stepped out, like a giant dark cloud and Changbin hated it. He hated hospitals anyway, and the only reason he was going in was because you were in there. “You don’t have to follow me in…” He mumbled when Chan climbed out of the car as well. “She wouldn’t want to be crowded.” 

“I’ll wait in the waiting room, I’ll wait for you. You can’t stay here all night and someone needs to drive you home.” Chan said and Changbin just nodded, he didn’t have the energy to go against what he said. “Do you need me to go up to the front desk and ask f-“ 

“I’m not an infant.” Changbin snapped before taking a deep breath and running his hands over his face. “Sorry… I just… I’m scared, hyung. I can do it though… thank you.” Chan pursed his lips as he patted Changbins back, holding the door open for him and then following behind. 

It was hard to ask the lady at the front desk about you, mainly because it made it more real that you were truly there. His voice cracked and his vision became blurry as he started to cry again just from simply asking what room you were in. 

“The treatment is going well, sir. It’s-” 

“Is it?” Changbin cut the doctor off as he stood at the end of your bed, the IV’s poking out of your arm looked painful, and the tubes that were in your nose and your mouth to help you breathe surely weren’t reassuring. “Is it really going well, because if it were, she’d be awake right now. She’d be happy to see me… But she’s sleeping… She’s still sleeping… So tell me how this is supposed to show me that the treatment is going well.” 

His fingers were wrapped tightly around the footboard of the bed, and his head slowly turned to look at the doctor who was, rightfully, quite scared of Changbin. His temperament was nothing short of seemingly hostile, and it seemed like anything could make him snap in an instant. “Sir… We truly are trying to get her to rise as soon as possible, and I assure you, she will be okay… She will wake up… But this rest, it’s, in a sense… It’s kind of helpful… Her body has surely been through a lot.” The word helpful in this setting was definitely not something that Changbin wanted to hear, and his teeth gritted together as he narrowed his eyes at the doctor. “Wh-What I meant to say is… She was sick… For a while. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn’t, we’re unsure… But her body just wasn’t able to produce enough insulin and… Well I’m sure that you know what ketoacidosis is-” 

“Yes I know what that is.” Changbin snapped, his breaths becoming more harsh as he glared at the doctor. “I’ve done everything to protect her… To make sure she’s healthy and well… So why did this happen?!” He knew that shouting at the doctor wouldn’t give him the answers that he wanted so badly, but he needed to get it all out, he needed to let go of the anger that he was holding in towards himself, and sadly for the doctor, he was the only one in the room right now. 

“We all want to protect the people that we love, and I tell you, it is crystal clear that you love her… But you can’t always protect them, you can’t always protect her, and you can’t protect her from herself. She’s got a disease, and with this disease comes moments like this… And that’s just something that you either get used to… Or-” 

“I’m not leaving her.” Her hissed, finally turning back to look at you. “You hear that, babe. I’m not leaving you… You’re stuck with me. I’m gonna sit right here beside you until your beautiful eyes open and you look up at me and I can tell you how much I love you…” 

“Well…” The doctor whispered sheepishly, his hands clapping together as he looked nervously as Changbin, slowly backing away in the process. “There are visiting hours and… Everyone kind of has to abide by those hours. You won’t really be able to stay in here… Or sit beside her… As sweet as the sentiment is…” 

Changbin chuckled, although there was nothing funny about what was going on, and the sound was more snarky than anything as he grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and sat it down next to your bed, dropping down into it and crossing his arms over his chest. “I said I’m not leaving… And you can try to drag me out of here, but I’ll come back. I’ll always come back because I’m not leaving her here with you guys all by herself. So you can either cause a bigger problem… Or you can just let me sit here.” 

The doctor relented, shaking his head as he walked out of the room. Changbin wasn’t sure whether he should prepare himself for security to come in and try to get him out, or maybe the doctor was just letting the other doctors and the nurses know about the way that he was. Whatever the reason, no one had come in the room for the past five minutes, and he felt like he was in the clear, so he let himself finally look at you, really look at you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad?” He murmured, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly, wishing for the feeling of your fingers slipping between his own, but there was no movement, there was nothing. Your hands felt so cold in his and he quickly placed a kiss to the back of it before sliding it underneath the blanket to try to keep you warm. “I think I made you lose your job… But it’s okay… I’ll take care of us, I promise I will… I can even find you a job in the office if you really want to work… I just want you close to me.” Your heart rate started to climb the more he spoke, and that in itself had a solemn smile gracing his saddened features. “You hear me… I know you do. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I love you… And I’d do anything to hear you say it back right now… I just need you to wake up.” His sniffles were loud as his head fell forward against the bed, his entire body shaking and his fingers gripping onto the blankets. He had never felt so helpless when it came to you, but the doctor was right… He couldn’t protect you from yourself… That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t try though. In fact, he’d try harder now… He needed you to wake up though… That’s all he needed. 

Jeongin

Jeongin didn’t exactly live with you, although the guys often joked that he might as well considering he was over your house more than anything else. It’s not even that he didn’t want to live with you, to be completely honest, he just liked the way you sounded in the morning when he rolled out of bed, the way you’d so cutely ask him if he was coming back over when he got off work. Of course he was, there was nowhere else he’d rather fall asleep than beside you, but he loved teasing you, and you’d pout up at him making it almost impossible to resist kissing your perfect lips. 

From a technical standpoint, he had been living with you for three months now… and Jeongin was not only an amazing person to live with, but he was also an amazing boyfriend. Not for the typical reasons though, actually, it was quite the opposite. Your condition wasn’t too bad, it definitely wasn’t the best medical ailment to have, but… When life gives you lemons… You make what you can with those lemons. 

In the duration of your relationship, you had become somewhat of a master at both treating your condition and hiding it from Jeongin. Now, you may be asking… Why hide it from him? And, the reason was quite simple. You loved him, and the last thing you needed him to do was worry about you when he had so much to worry about himself. He was a jokester, he was a smartass, but he had a heart twice the size of the moon it seemed sometimes, and if he knew that there was something wrong with you he’d worry too much. 

It also made it easier to relax, to be able to somewhat make light of the situation, which of course shouldn’t be made light of, but sometimes you just got tired of the seriousness from the doctors and your family, you got tired of being constantly told to watch for your blood pressure, to listen to your heartbeat, to take your medicines. You just wanted to be able to joke around sometimes. 

“Damn sweetcheeks!” Jeongin teased as he laid his head on your chest, your fingers brushing lightly through his hair as you both watched tv. “I really do make your heart go boom boom crazy.” And you couldn’t help but snort loudly at the comment because, while he wasn’t exactly wrong, your heart already beat like crazy, he just made it even crazier. “It’s cause I’m cute, isn’t it?” 

You rolled your eyes at him, teasingly pushing him away. “Oh yeah, you’re totally cute.” You said mockingly, watching his eyes go wide at the very obvious sarcasm. “You’re the cutest, Innie. You already know that though.” You leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead before sitting up and taking a deep breath, winded just from goofing up. 

“Ooh, looks like I take your breath away too. Even after two whole years, I’ve got the same effect on you.” He sat up, kissing your forehead before getting up off the couch. “As much as I’d love to stay here with you for the rest of the morning, I have to go to work.” He pouted, as if you would somehow be able to bribe Chan into letting Jeongin stay home. “I guess I’ll just… walk out the door now… be gone for almost ten hours… that’s how long you won’t see me…” 

He was always so dramatic, sometimes it seemed like Hyunjin had really rubbed off on him, not that you minded though. At the beginning of the relationship he had been so shy, it was like he avoided your touch and your affection, but now he was as clingy as you thought you were in the beginning. “The door will be unlocked when you get off, pooh bear.” You reassured him and he pouted even more now, causing you to, foolishly, jump off the couch, your head spinning and your vision going partially blank as your balance wobbled. 

“Woah… you good there, sweets?” He asked, his usually cheerful voice masked with his worry as he placed his hands on your shoulders to hold you steady. “You coulda just told me to come over to give you the hug. Try not to get up so fast.” His hands slid down to your hips and he pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss you softly. “I’ll let you know when I get off and if you need anything from the store I’ll get it on my way back… I mean… If you want me to come over.” 

“Oh shush…” You pressed your finger against his lips with a smile, still breathing quite heavily as you leaned your head against his chest, your hands falling to your side. “You can come over whenever because it’s your house too… It’s our house.” You kissed his chest and then backed up, falling back onto the couch. “Don’t work too hard… I’ll miss you.” 

His lips drew into a thin line as he looked you over, trying not to think so hard about the way your head fell back against the couch and your eyes closed, your chest rising and falling heavily. If there was something wrong, you’d surely tell him… Of course you would. He was your boyfriend, you could tell him anything, he wanted you to tell him everything. “I’ll miss you too… I’ll be home in a couple hours… Love you.” 

You hummed in response, listening for the door to shut before getting up and sprinting to your room, which in itself was a bad idea, falling to the floor and pulling out the shoebox full of medicine out from under the bed and taking one of the pills, laying your head against the edge of the bed as you tried to relax. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hide this from him, and you could see that he was already picking up on something being wrong, he just wasn’t questioning it verbally. It was just a matter of time now. 

“Y/N’s been acting really weird lately…” Jeongin mused as he and the guys took a small break during practice, leaning against the wall and taking a sip of his drink, his mind reeling with far too many things right now. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just overthinking things… I do that sometimes…” He basically talked to himself now even though the rest of the guys were listening. 

“Depends on what kind of weird it is.” Minho posed, and whether it was done on purpose or simply to try to help Jeongin get to the bottom of the way that he was feeling, it wasn’t helping at all. “Is it like a sneaky weird, like… Like does she have a secret side boyfriend? Is she gonna break up with you?” The questions were both terrifying and gut wrenching at the same time, Jeongins eyes widened at the possibility, but you would never do something like that… Not without talking to him first. 

“N-No… It’s… It’s like a sick… Like she’s sick or something.” He quickly explained what had happened this morning, the way that you acted. He was worried sick, but he felt like if it truly was nothing then you’d think he was silly for being so scared. Then again, it came along with being your boyfriend… He was supposed to worry about you, right? That’s the way it seemed when he watched the other guys with their partners.

Minho hummed, nodding his head as he snorted softly, placing a gentle hand on Jeongins shoulder to try to calm the obviously worried boy. “She’s on her period. That’s what’s going on… And I promise you… She’ll be totally fine. She’ll just bleed for a couple days, she’ll probably cramp up so bring her lots of her favorite snacks and heating pads to help her… But other than that… There’s not really much that you can do. Best of luck.” 

Your period, of course! Why hadn’t he thought of that?! He had been with you for a quite a while now, and he knew that your body wasn’t the kindest to you when it was that time of the month. “Right… Maybe I can get her some… Some ibuprofen or something too… To help with the cramps… Shouldn’t I?” He asked, looking to all of his hyungs for answers to this current situation that none of them knew about, but they had partners that suffered the same monthly fate that you did, so they at least knew enough. 

“That’s good… That’s a good idea. Look at you! So smart.” Jisung ruffled Jeongins hair as he walked by, earning himself a grimace from Jeongin who took the comment as sarcasm, but he felt like he was a good boyfriend… A really good boyfriend for thinking of the medicine. He didn’t like seeing you in pain, and while he was rarely ever around for your times of the month because of work… He remembered the one time he came home when you were having really bad cramps and it broke his heart to see you hurting so badly. 

“I’m the best boyfriend here. I’m gonna go home and take care of my girl.” Jeongin boasted quite proudly, and no one in the room disagreed. They were proud of him, they were happy for him. He had finally found someone to share his life with, he had grown and matured so much in the process too… They couldn’t feel anything but pride for having him as their little brother. 

You laid across the couch, trying your best to relax, but it didn’t seem to be working, not the way it usually would. The last time you had felt this bad was so long ago, it had been your parents who had rushed you to the hospital, your feet not even touching the floor of the car yet as your mom sat in the backseat with you to try to help you breathe through it. The medicine was supposed to keep this from happening, or at least from happening as bad as it was right now. For the longest time it had helped, maybe you had just waited too long before taking it today. 

“I’m home, sweets!” Jeongin announced as he walked through the front door, the sudden entrance startling you and saving you from slipping into unconsciousness yet again. “I know you’ve been feeling bad lately… So I got you some stuff.” He held the bags with a wide smile, and you didn’t know how he found out, but somehow he did. At least he wasn’t mad or upset with you for hiding it for so long. 

“What’s in the bags, Innie?” You quizzed when he set them down on the floor next to the couch and then walked into the kitchen. “It looks like a lot.” It was about four bags, but they all seemed to be stuffed with a bunch of different things. 

“Yah! Don’t go looking through the bags yet! I want to sit with you and watch your face when you see everything I got!” He called out, and you felt so warm, and your heart that was already beating erratically, fluttered even more. He had found out about your condition, and instead of coming straight home and trying to talk to you about it, he had gone and gotten you treats… He was the sweetest, kindest- “Damn, you really have been on that couch all day.” 

Your soft thoughts practically record scratched at his words, and usually you’d be able to hear the teasing tone or the sarcasticness in his voice when he said something like that… But not this time. “What are you talking about? I have gotten up off the couch…” You defended yourself, because you really have been up on your feet, it just wasn’t the best thing for you to do right now so you were trying to keep yourself safe, that’s what your doctor had advised you to do when you felt this way. 

The sink started running and you could hear the trash can lid being opened, slapping against the counter before being closed again. “Well not to do anything productive.” He countered, and you swore it was like a complete 180 with him. How could he just come home and seem so understanding and then get like this in a matter of seconds? “You left everything from breakfast all over the counters… Do you even know how long it’s been since I made you breakfast? That’s slob behavior!” He was clearly annoyed, and every time something was slammed down or thrown into the sink to be washed, your heart would skip a couple more beats and your chest would tighten up even more. “I know you’ve got your period and all… But damn, you couldn’t even clean off the counter or run some water over the plates? That’s just lazy.” 

Period? You didn’t have your period… But now it was making sense. He thought he knew what was going on… He thought it was your period… That’s why he had bought so many things to try to make you feel better. He must have noticed you acting strange this morning and tried his best to figure it out, and obviously he wasn’t going to jump immediately to what your real condition was, there was no reason for him to even think that’s what was wrong. “I don’t have my period…” You retorted breathlessly, two fingers pressing against your neck as your eyes closed to focus on the rather quick, maybe far too quick, beating of your heart. “You don’t… You don’t know what’s wrong…” 

“Oh clearly I do! You don’t have your period, there’s nothing actually keeping you from being even slightly clean. You’re just lazy.” He said as he turned off the sink in the kitchen and walked past you behind the couch. “I should have just stayed at the dorms tonight, at least they know how to clean up after themselves.” 

You didn’t know where this was coming from, why he was being like this, but you were quickly moving on from being upset, to thoroughly pissed, and neither of those were good for your blood pressure right now. “Yeah… You should have… Because you’re not really helping me out here at all. You don’t fucking listen!” 

Jeongin laughed sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. “I don’t help!? I just cleaned the whole fucking kitchen because you didn’t, but I’m not helping you out. Okay. Yeah… Yeah okay, we’ll go with that.” He scoffed loudly, shaking his head as he went to the front door. “You know what, next time you want to lay around on the couch all day, at least have the common decency to clean up a bit so I don’t have to do it when I get home from work.” 

God, he was absolutely infuriating. This was a side of him that you had never seen before, and while he didn’t know what was wrong, it didn’t give him any right to talk to you like that. “Just get out… Get the fuck out!” You gasped out the demand, going light headed from the stress of it all. 

“Gladly!” He shouted, throwing up his arms before yanking open the door and walking out. He always had to have the last word, and that in itself was the final straw, the breaking point for you. It was an awful idea, but your anger momentarily fueled you, pushing yourself up off the couch and grabbing one of the bags off the floor, beaming it at the door that he had just walked out of. 

Sure, he had walked out, but he wasn’t actually planning on leaving. After a couple minutes he planned on going back in and shamefully apologizing for what he said. He was leaning against the front door when he heard the loud bang against it and a bunch of items falling to the floor, and he knew without a doubt that it had been one of the bags, it was the closest thing to you right now. What he didn’t know though, was the sound that followed after. A loud thud and glass shattering, and he knew for a fact that it came from inside the apartment, and he couldn’t seem to get inside fast enough. 

From the sound of it, it just seemed like you had tripped over the coffee table and maybe knocked over one of the glasses that were sitting on it. Upon further inspection and actually seeing it, he could tell that it was way worse. The coffee table, which was glass as well, was now shattered completely underneath you, which in itself was scary considering how dangerous it was, but the scariest part was the fact that you weren’t moving, you weren’t making any sounds at all. 

“Y/N!” He rushed over to your side, the sound of glass crunching beneath his feet as he got closer was stomach turning, knowing that a majority of it was beneath you. “Hey… Hey come on… Get up now… This isn’t funny…” He rushed out the words as he kneeled down beside you, hoping that you’d open your eyes and laugh at how worried he is right now and it would be the perfect get back for what he had just done… Although there was no way that you would have been able to plan for this to happen… No… Something was actually wrong. “Fuck… Come on, sweets… Y-You know I love you… S-So much… You’re scaring me real bad right now…” He rambled, his hands shaking as he tried to move you off the pile of glass, feeling the slight warmth against your back when he got his hands under you. 

“Sh-Shoe… Box…” Your voice was weak as you wheezed out the word that only had him more dumbfounded. The hell did a shoebox have to do with it? Did you trip over one of his shoe boxes? “Under… Th-The bed…” You continued, your eyes opening momentarily, only for them to roll to the back of your head, your neck going limp once more as your breaths became even faster as more labored. The bedroom was so far away, and that meant that he’d have to leave you alone to get it… And even if it was just for a moment, he didn’t want to leave you like this.

“Shit… What… What do I do?” He whimpered, looking between your body that lay in his arms and the bedroom door that was cracked open. “I’ll… I’ll be right back… I’ll get it… I will…” He whispered, and he carefully laid you back down on the floor, feeling bad enough as it is, but leaving you there only made him feel worse. He didn’t even know that there was a shoebox under the bed, he had never seen it, and part of him thought that you were just hallucinating… But he still ran to the room, basically diving onto the floor and reaching underneath. Lo and behold, there was a box, one that he had never seen before, and when he opened it up, he saw a vast assortment of medications, a blood pressure cuff, a stethoscope, and the phone number for your doctor. “What… What the fuck?” 

It wasn’t the right time for questioning things, not yet, and he ran back out into the living room with the box, lowering himself to the floor beside you. Your eyes were beginning to flutter once again beneath your lids, and then they slowly opened, looking up at him in a sort of daze. “Shoe… Box… Under the-” 

“Under the bed… I got it…” He finished your sentence, pulling out the multiple bottles of medication and holding them up. “Wh-What do you need? Which… Which one?” Your hand was shaking and you could barely lift your arm up to point at the bottle, but he moved them closer and your pointer finger slid across one of them, and he hoped to god that you were paying attention, that you knew what you had picked because he didn’t know a damn thing about any of them. 

His own hands were shaking as he popped off the lid of the bottle and poured one of the pills into the palm of his hand, grabbing one of the bottles of soda from out of the bag that was still on the floor and then gently lifted your head up. Your lips parted just enough for him to slip the pill into your mouth, and he ever so carefully brought the bottle of soda to your lips, tilting it so you’d get just enough to swallow the medicine without any trouble. 

How long would it take to work though? Had he given you the right one? His nerves were absolutely shot right now, his mind was in a frenzy, and it felt like it took forever for you to finally seem stable enough to actually talk. “The cuff… Pen… Paper… Number…” You muttered, and he didn’t know what the hell you were talking about, but you seemed to know, and you seemed to have done it enough to be able to do these things on your own even when you were still partially out of it. 

“How long…?” He whispered, and you quickly shushed him, your eyes shut as the hum of the blood pressure machine filled the room that was otherwise silent apart from your still shallow breaths. Once it had finished, you wrote the numbers on a tiny slip of paper and then slipped them back into the box. 

“I’m okay… Gonna have to sweep this up…” You said as you looked around yourself, shaking your head as you slowly got to your feet, but you stumbled once again once you were on them, causing Jeongins panic to only worsen as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes glossy as he stared at you and held you steady. 

“No… We’re talking… We… We need to talk…” He stammered, moving you to the couch and sitting you down, standing in front of you so he could really see you, so you could see him. “Y-You hid this from me… I… I still don’t know what’s going on… I’m scared… I’m worried… I’m fucking traumatized!” Your head once again rolled back against the back cushion and he rushed to grab your hand, his own heart racing. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

“This… This is why I hid it…” You mumbled, your eyes still shut as you spoke. “It’s too much for you… It’s too much for anyone… I didn’t want to put you through this…” 

“What are you talking about?!” He screeched, and while he thought it had been devastating to know that there was something like this going on without his knowledge, he was even more devastated to know that you had purposely kept it from him because you thought he couldn’t handle it. “I’m your boyfriend! I want to know these things! I want to be able to help you! If it’s about you… If it’s for you… Nothing is too much.” 

“Jeongin… I didn’t do it to hurt you… Or to upset you… I did it because I care… I care about you. I didn’t want you… Worrying about me… You wouldn’t be able to focus on work… You’d constantly be wondering if I’m… If I’m having another episode… I just… I didn’t want this to ruin things for you…” You were breathing heavily again, your fingers wrapping around your wrist as you silently mouthed numbers. Did you have to do this every day? He had never seen you do this, and there were many times he had days off and things weren’t this bad. “We should just… Break up… So you don’t-”

 “What?! Absolutely fucking not!” He screamed, kneeling on the floor in front of you and grabbing your hands, waiting for you to look at him before speaking. “You think breaking up will help? You think just ending this will make me forget about everything? You think it’ll immediately change the way I feel about you? I fucking love you, Y/N! And you’re goddamn right I’m worried about you… I’m gonna worry about you every single day for the rest of my life whether you were sick or not because I care about you.” Your eyes shut once more, but now shiny tears danced along your cheeks before hanging onto your chin, refusing to fall. “I may be young… And I’m dumb as shit sometimes… But I’m not a fucking idiot, I’m not gonna let you go, I’m not… I love you too damn much… I’m gonna take care of you… I will… You’re gonna be stuck with me the rest of your life, and I hope that I’m lucky enough to be stuck with you for the rest of mine.”

[the-fiction-witch]

Just Breathe With Me

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet as Sugar!

Requested Can you please do a Jack Dawkins x reader who has a panic attack? ( comfort/fluff no smut ) wait omg plz do 🙏 only if you're comfortable of course

Warnings: Panic Attack In great detail! Please be careful!

I opened my eyes and was forced into this world, for a few brief seconds I enjoyed my peace until the chaos ensued. 

Olivia cried in her crib, her little body in her baby clothes stood up in her crib, her hands on the top of the bars as she shook them, her face red and her eyes squeezed tight with tears streaming down her face. 

Luna screamed on her bed, wearing her little white nightie, she jumped up and down on her bed screaming at Martin, as he tried to take her teddy. 

Martin shouted as he was took all the various teddies and toys to steal for himself, half-dressed but nothing more than his socks and trousers.

Lucas hits his stick on various things in the house, not dressed at all so he runs around naked, each hit makes a loud bang. 

He even knocks off a vase causing it to smash and sending broken pieces all over the floor. 

I forced myself up out of bed, my body exhausted but I had little choice but to get up and function. I quickly cleaned up the broken vase and just got on. 

I briefly became an octopus or I wish I had,  as I managed to cook breakfast, get each of my siblings washed, dressed, hair brushed and presentable, get myself dressed, changed Olivia, quelled four arguments and made the beds Before we even hit the top of the hour. I felt faint but Ignored it and pushed on. 

And right on time once every job was done, my mother trudged down the staircase from her bedroom upstairs in her nightie, her hair matted and messy, her whole body stank of whiskey, she sat herself in the chair and snapped her fingers.

The snap caused my heart to jump from my chest to my throat, beating rapidly, I hated myself but I handed over her spirit bottle. 

She immediately took an intense swig of it, and the first words out of her mouth were harsh and bitter,

"Where's my vase?"

"Lucas broke it this morning," I told her,

"Find a replacement today."

"Yes Mother," I nodded, 

"And we are out of food."

"Yes, Mother I will get food at the market."

"and I need more drink."

"Yes, Mother I will get some,"

"They'll be late for the schoolhouse."

"I know, I'm just taking them." I nodded, "Come everyone school time." I told them to sort them all out with their books and what little lunch I could give them and got them all out the door on time, 

"You won't see me later, I'm going out."

"Yes Mother," I sighed "Perhaps not too late-"

"Dont. Say a word." She demanded, 

I nodded and just got going into town. 

Of course, the town was bustling with the commotion of carriages, horses, carts and people all going about their business. I did my best with Olivia on my hip to make sure everyone else behaved and avoided getting hurt, having to juggle the three of them to the schoolhouse. a twisting in my stomach but I didn't have time to dwell on it, 

As soon as they were in the school house I had to scamper my way across town to drop Olivia off at her nursery, then before I had much time I had to get myself to my work in the local tailor pushing open the door and heading in grabbing my apron as I went catching my short breath. 

"You're late again!" He snapped,

"Sorry Mr Ashworth, I had to drop my siblings off," I said quickly sitting at my old rickety sewing machine almost fifteen years old this machine but still I had to use it every day to do hems and repairs, the pile as tall as me beside my table, having to go slow but not too slow or I'll never get finished, fast but not to fast as to damage the fabric, or catch my fingers, or break a needle, every time I had to rethread the machine with a new colour or type of thread for a different fabric or use I held my breath for a few seconds it took to change but every second counts and I can't afford delays. The longer the day went on I began to lose feeling in my fingertips, with tingling of pins and needles in my fingers and toes, but I pushed through even if it did mean I cut myself more often as without feeling I got dangerously close to my scissors and needles.

As soon as work was over I had to rush across town and pick up my siblings from the school house, I tried to keep them all in line as we headed to the market, and I got all the things we would need for the next few days while also batting at their hands to try and get them to settle and not steal things even if some things had to be paid for because someone ran off with them, all the while I kept feeling these flashes or heat, or chill but I don't have time to dwell on temperature.

Once I got all the food I took them home and left them to play dropping the groceries off too before I returned back to town to go looking for a replacement for my mother's vase, it was slim pickings but I managed to get one and haggle down the price to what little I had left for this month. I knew by now my legs were trembling, and my body felt like giving in but all I needed now was to pick Olivia up, go home, make dinner, do a round of baths and get everyone to bed. Ready to do all of it again tomorrow. 

When a young boy ran past knocking into me sending me tumbling down to the ground the vase hitting the ground and smashing into a million little pieces.

"No... no... no no no no" I muttered trying to put it back together. 

And the moment it smashed, I completely broke open. 

Tears streamed down my face, as I cried hysterically, my breath short and shaky, my throat choking and tight with every breath, my mouth dry and sickly, my heart raced jumping in and out my chest, my fingers and toes numb, my head dizzy almost to faint, my every limb shook and sweated, my stomach churned and turned like a hurricane, I couldn't even think, or even begin to know where to start to fix myself. 

"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" A voice asked but I couldn't pick up much about it I just was lost almost distant from my body as it went through this agony, "Come on, with me." He said helping me to my feet and leading me to a rear alley out of sight of others, he helped me to lean against the wall and began to speak to me his voice soothing, and with his every word I began to slowly feel like I was swimming like I was at sea, my body a boat and slowly I was swimming back to it. "Okay, it's okay, Just breathe. Just Breathe with me... Breath in." He asked and I did my best even if I felt so short and so breathless, "And out." He asked so I did as he asked between my tears, "Okay, Just follow me just breathe with me, In... and out." He reassured He walked me through each breath he would make me inhale for five whole seconds, hold it for five more and then release for five seconds, he walked me through this for a good while until my breathlessness began to disappear, and between my tearful eyes my vision cleared and I saw him. 

He was a young man,  I wouldn't say much older than me, in brown trousers, a white shirt, a blue waistcoat, a green tie, a slightly purple jacket, and a hat, he had deep chocolate eyes and seemed to genuinely want to help me. 

"There we go, That a little better?" he asked and I nodded even if I still couldn't stop, "Alright, I want you to do some things for me, alright? Can you do that for me?" he asked and I nodded, "Alright, I want you to tell me three things you can hear, doesn't matter what just focus on the sounds and repeat them back to me."

For a moment I couldn't hear anything my ears ringing and burning but I knew one thing I could hear and I forced it out "You're voice."

"My voice,  That's perfect," He smiled, "You think you can do another one for me?"

I tried to listen to pour all my attention into my ears and I could hear "The Market Stalls,"

"You can hear the market? That's perfect, one more for me? One more thing?"

I listened closely trying hard to hear anything else "horseshoes,"

"Horseshoes, Excellent, what do you think they're from?"

"A carriage maybe?"

"Yeah I think so too," he chuckled, "You able to tell me your name?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n, That's a very lovely name." He smiled, "I'm Jack. You feel a little better?" he asked and I nodded "Good, That's very good. Just slow down, keep breathing for me, just stay here and stay still  a moment."

"I can't I need to-"

"The only thing you need to do right now is to get better. Trust me I'm a doctor. You're strung out to the limit and in the middle of a panic attack. Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait a moment." he said, "Y/n I want you to tell me three things you can see, doesn't matter what any three things."

I was nervous and still struggling but slowly my symptoms began to slow and I noticed just how fuzzy my voice was from the tears and how tunnelled my vision was, "Uhhh I uhh I see you..."

"Good, that's good you see me," he said, "Anything else?"

"The uhhh the sky."

"You see the sky, that's perfect, it's a very nice afternoon. One more I know you can do it."

"The wall, for the bakery."

"That's perfect, the bakery wall. Can you imagine all the lovely cakes, and pasties, and fresh loaves in there?"

"I uhh I can." I nodded,

"Excellent, One more little thing y/n, I want you to tell me three things you feel okay?"

as he said it I noticed just how little I really noticed but with each thing I listed to him I became more aware and more into this world again, 

"I, I feel the wall."

"How does it feel?"

"Cold, uhh stoney I suppose."

"Stoney?" he laughed, "what else?"

I slightly moved my feet feeling the dusty dirt around my boots slightly move to the side like sand as I did so, "I feel the dirt, as it pushes away."

"How does it feel against your boots?" 

"Rough and small" 

"That's good, one more for me, just one more."

As he asked it I felt almost normal, and I noticed "Your hand." I said, His hand graced mine his fingers on my wrist checking my pulse, the other on my neck but not harshly not as if attempting to harm me or threaten my throat but merely rested there as if he was monitoring my every gasp, 

"How do my hands feel?"

"Uhh Warm,"

"Good." 

"They feel rough," I blushed a little trying not to giggle while also trying to you know not insult the man who helped me, 

He chuckled, "Yeah, Surgeon. Sorry about that." He chuckled,

"Does that mean they are dirty?"

"I mean... yeah probably, I'm sorry for that too." 

"It's okay. I uhh Thank you." 

"You're welcome," He smiled, "I saw you were struggling I thought you were having a heart attack and first but no, a panic attack, Do you get these a lot?"

"unfortunately yes." 

"Alright, well. The best thing I can say is to try to manage your stress so it doesn't overflow, maybe slow down a little but those three sights, sounds, and feelings are really good it help calm and ground so use it when you can alright?"

"I uhh I will do my best." 

"I assume you have a stressful life?"

"Understatement." 

"If I let you go right now are you going to go straight back to the level of stress you were at?"

"I uhh... I am late from picking my sister up, and I need to get a new vase for my mother, and I need to get home and do dinner and get everyone to"

"Okay. Okay." he said stopping me, "I'm getting bloody anxious just listening to that," 

"Sorry-"

"It's alright, I was heading home anyway I can come give you a hand if you like?"

"No no, I couldn't-"

"It's no trouble, you need to relax a little if I can take something off your plate anything it'll help. In fact as your doctor at this moment I insist." 

"Well okay, my mother insists I come home with a new vase."

"Okay, I can find a vase. anything particular?"

"No, just a vase."

"Okay." He nods,

"I uhh but I don't have any money left."

"You let me worry about that, it's on me." He smiled, "I'll meet you back here when I'm done." he smiled heading off back to the market, 

I blushed but smiled and headed on my way picking up Olivia luckily she was asleep by now, and I returned to the alley where Jack already waited with a vase in hand. 

"Did I do good?"

"It's beautiful. How'd you-"

"It's best not to ask questions." he winked, "Aww who's this little lady?"

"This is Olivia." I smiled letting him see her but not wake her,

"Aww, she's beautiful, your daughter?"

"Sister, well half-sister really... though I don't honestly know." I answered, "But thank you so much, I really need to get home now,"

"Alright, I'll walk with you, so long as you don't mind,"

"Ohh no of course not, thank you."

"It's alright no trouble, here you take this, and I'll take this little lady." He smiled handing me the vase and taking Olivia letting her sleep on his shoulder as we walked, by the time we got home I felt a rush of anxiety as the house was a tip and my siblings losing their minds from being home alone so long, 

"Oh no no no."

"It's okay, don't worry. You take her and get her to bed. I'll take this lot and sit with them in the garden we can have a play around and get some energy out"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, it's no problem," he said,

"Alright, Okay everyone outside with Mr- uhh"

"Dr, Dawkins."

"Everyone out to the gardens with Dr Dawkins," I told them and of course, a chance to play outside was not passed up, he went out with them and I began work I put Olivia down to sleep in her cot and cleaned the house as best and putting the new vase on the shelf. Once done I sighed in relief and went out keeping the door open as I saw Jack helping my siblings, playing with them, playing a game of knights. Luna is a princess, Martian is a dragon and Lucas is a knight with Jack narrating them and helping them play. 

I smiled and took a seat on the bench outside the front door taking a rare moment to... be at peace, 

"You feel a bit better now?" He asked sitting beside me, 

"Yes, thank you, Jack."

"you're very welcome. they're great, a lot of energy."

"Yeah well the get cooped up a lot." 

"You know talking does wonders for anxiety." He smiled, "I'm not that sort of doctor but I'm happy to listen anyway?"

"I don't want to burden you, you've done enough."

"It's not a burden I want to help, and I admit I'm curious about you." 

I chuckled a little, "Well, we live here all of us."

"All five of you?"

"Six my mother too."

"Ahh, your father?"

"Never met him."

"You said Olivia might be your half-sister, where's her father?"

"They all are my half-siblings, as far as I know. None of us have the same father, as far as I am aware. None of them have ever met them."

"I see. You're mother she a -"

"She was,"

"That explains that then."

"It does, yeah."

"Then... why are you looking after them?"

"Mother... likes to drink."

"Ohh."

"yeah."

"I see. So she just goes out and drinks all day? leaves you alone with them?"

"Pretty much, sometimes she's here just... hungover as all hell."

"So you do... everything I guess?"

"cook. clean. baths. bed. back and forth to school."

"I'm surprised you didn't crack sooner..."

"Well, sink or swim I guess."

"I suppose so, still school gives you some break time I guess."

"I wish, got to go to work while they're at school, and Olivia isn't old enough yet."

"Hold up- You work?"

"Yes."

"You have a job! on top of basically full-time caring for four kids?"

"Yes."

"what do you do?"

"Tailor's assistant in town, I run the old machine in the back doing alterations."

"Ohh my god- that's a tough busy job. You work quickly in there."

"We do, two days or less for your garment to impress he really likes that motto." 

"I know, I got this repaired in like a day last time I got a rip in it," he said looking at his shirt,

"Yeah I think I remember it," I laughed looking at the familiar shirt, "Yeah, I was going fast the seam is crooked," I laughed 

"Ohh? I never looked that closely at it." He laughed, "How many hours do you work?"

"Eight hours a day seven days a week." 

"Holy- no wonder you're running yourself ragged. I'm a doctor and I don't work that much!"

"Well, I'm the only income coming in, got six mouths to feed."

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"I am."

"You are. That is insane, and the fact you do it with such grace. It's astonishing."

"Thank you," I blushed. 

"If I may be so bold, If you need an extra pair of hands, and you do. I'm more than happy to come help."

"I couldn't ask you to do that,"

"You're not asking me, I'm asking you. You're only going to get worse unless you lighten your load, and all although panic attacks are best just ridden out... they can cause serious damage." He explained, "I want to help, even if its just little things. I can take one job off you a day, or take them for an hour and go play in the garden just, something to lighten your load a little."

"You'd really do that?"

"I would,"

"Why?"

"Becuase you need help, and as a doctor, I can't stop myself from helping those who need it. and right now... you need it more than anyone."

"Thank you Jack," I smiled leaning my head on his shoulder,

"You're welcome Y/n" He smiled, kissing my head. "Now, how about you look after them I'll get dinner on?"

"It's a deal."

"Good girl, What uhh... what am I cooking?"

"Soup,"

"Soup?"

"Yeah,"

"What kind of soup?"

"Leek soup." 

"Just leek soup? you have any bread for it?"

"No."

"Okay, new plan you wait here and look after them I will get dinner as my treat."

"I can't ask you to-"

"No. No. I'm doing it. at very least getting bread if nothing else,"

"Alright."

"Good, I'll see you as soon as I can." he smiled kissing my cheek before he took his stuff and headed back toward town. 

[kiriganarchives]

| a confession

☆ joel miller fluff | 1k words

You anxiously pace back and forth across the room, it's worn floorboards groaning under your feet. Joel and Ellie went out for a food run hours ago, and still haven't come back. It was already dark out. Despite the growl in your stomach begging for something to eat, you were more worried about the last two people you have in your life being shot dead or worse, getting infected.

The panic was starting to settle in fast before you heard the door burst open. Your eyes met Joel's, and relief flooded your body. But it quickly vanished when you saw who he was holding. It was Ellie, bruised and unconscious in his arms.

Your eyes widened. "What happened—"

"Get me the tape," he said gruffly. Without hesitation, you rummage in your pack and throw it to Joel. He rips a strip out with his teeth and wraps the black piece tight around Ellie's forearm. "There were four raiders. Said they would kill her if I didn't give them what they wanted." Joel scoffed. "Of course, she beat those assholes real hard. I was shootin' at them behind her, watching her back."

You gently rub Ellie's injured arm, frowning a little. "She's amazing." Joel glances up at you, then back at Ellie to tend her wound, his brows pressed together. "Sorry, you must've been worried."

You nod your head. "I was, but it's—hey, you're hurt too." You lift a finger and point to Joel's cheek. There was a nasty cut sliced across. He touched it to check, then flinched. It was the slightest movement, but you saw. You knew him well enough already to see when he's trying to hide pain.

"Let me help," you say. Joel nods once in agreement, then looks down at Ellie. You notice a faint look of uneasiness in his gaze. "She's sleeping. She'll be fine," you assure him. Joel only shook his head. "Yeah, you should've seen her go at them. Thinks she's invincible or somethin'..."

You helped Joel up to his feet, and the both of you sit on the two chairs propped nearby Ellie. Whether it was you or Joel, neither of you would let her out of your sight. You take a cloth and pour a bit of water on it to clean up the gash, at least a little bit. Some drops of water fall to your lap, and Joel absentmindedly clears them away with a swipe of his hand.

"I should've went with you," you sigh.

"You had to watch our stuff."

"I can carry the stuff, and go out with you guys next time," you said sharply, making a pointed look at Joel.

Joel stared at you for a moment, then softly, finally said, "Alright."

There was a beat of silence before you wrung the cloth, squeezing the reddened water out. Your lips were pressed tight in a line while you dabbed some alcohol on Joel's cut. He winced but ignored it, instead noticing the tension on your face. Joel laid a hand on your knee. "Hey, what's goin' on?"

Your hand drops down a little. "Nothing, just thinking." You lift your hand to Joel's face again, but he gently brings it down to your lap.

"Come on, tell me," he says. With a defeated sigh, you toss the cloth. Joel leans in closer toward you.

It took you a minute to say anything, but he waited. "You and Ellie, you were only gone for a few hours but, it felt too long. I was so afraid," you whispered, your voice shaking a little. Joel shook his head to say he and Ellie were alright, but didn't speak. You went on.

"Joel," you swallowed, talking into the dark pool in his eyes. "You don't understand, this was the longest fucking day of my life. It's stupid, I know, I should've expected this to happen but, if anything happened to you—"

"Hey, hey, no. It's not stupid," he cut in, putting his hands on your shoulders. You shake your head, and close your eyes tight, shutting away the tears threatening to fall. Joel knew what you were doing, and pulled you into his arms. The action tore down your dam, and you cried silently into his shoulder.

He held you tight, close. It felt so right, like if he let you go you would fall apart to pieces on your own. But you stayed wrapped in his arms for a long time, listening to his soothing whispers in your ear. Finally, when you were ready, when you felt like he'd put you back together well enough, you broke away from him.

But Joel wasn't ready. When he saw your reddened, tear stained cheeks; his face changed and mirrored the pain written all over your face. Gently, he pressed his palm against your cheek, and kissed you softly. You heard a sigh escape his lips, and the sound made you melt. Slowly, your pain and his began to dull in your chests, and a feeling of need crept in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed one hand on your back and the other on your waist. Joel would've kissed you for hours if it meant your hurt went away. But you pulled away, and were both out of breath. With foreheads touching, you looked at him, and his eyes were closed, chest rising up and down fast. You crept your fingers to the back of his head, and stroked his gray hair softly—it calmed him, his breath slowed. He opened his eyes, leaning back to look at you.

"Was that okay?" he asked, his voice coarse.

"Yeah. I feel better," you said, your lips formed in an almost undetectable smile.

"Ah, do you?" Joel teased. He let out a low chuckle, and you could feel the sound rumble down to your stomach.

"Stop it," you laughed, shoving him away. But Joel was fast, and he immediately had you on his lips again, breathing you in. It caught you off guard, and before you knew it the kiss was over, breaking apart with the sound of you catching your breath, and Joel's eyes on yours.

"You're beautiful," he sighed. You scoffed almost silently in reply, but Joel heard it. "Hey," he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Really, I'm serious."

You rolled your eyes, smiling. "Okay, okay," you whispered. It was dark, but by some moonlight spilling through the windows Joel saw the flush forming in your cheeks. He grinned, and with one last kiss on your head, he went down to the floor and opened up his bedroll. You curled up beside him, and you fell asleep, his fingers locked in yours.

[neverforgetyou]

Can't Get Out of This Mood

It’s been years since I’ve seen someone who shines as bright as her. Nothing in my head makes sense these days, but looking at her makes it all go away. 

She spends most of her time in her room/office, fixing and creating things out of scraps of metal. I have to pass by it when I head to and from my room so I always see her through the crack of the open door, a faint blush on her cheeks and her lips curved into a small smile as she works on another project. My heart beats faster every time I see it.

Sometimes she’s in the kitchen when I go to get myself some food. It takes every ounce of courage in my body to not run out of the room, her beauty is too hard for me to handle. 

The most we do is wave to each other or give each other a passing nod. I want to do more, at least say hi to the woman, but my nerves stop me every time. She’s just … so bright.

I’ve never felt this way before. The movies I used to watch with Guardian Thalynora described it as butterflies in my stomach, but it's more like knives stabbing my chest and bees buzzing in my head. Those liars. But somehow, the buzzing and the stabbing feels pleasant.

I like to create music, I always have and I always will. When I get overwhelmed like this, I like to write. I can’t explain it, but things are easier to understand when they’re notes on a page. After I write I play. The keyboard Vic gave me isn’t much, not as great as the piano’s I’ve worked on, but it’s still something.

While working on a piece one day, I realized something: creating out of metal for her is like creating music for me. Then, it all fell into place, the final piece of the puzzle revealed the picture. I knew what I had to do. I spent the next few days walking around the base, tapping on all different kinds of metals and taking notes of the sound and pitch. The bees turned into butterflies as I worked, excited to finally take things a step forward. I’m doing it!!

I then put those sounds into a song. What was the message of the song? Don’t ask me, I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t even know what I was really doing, I just let my heart make the music. 

I take a deep breath after I finish, smiling at the sheet music in my hand. My feet move before my brain even registers it, making my way towards her room. My cheeks get redder and redder as I realize what I’m doing. But I can’t stop now, I’m so close!

When I reach her room, I take a deep breath. Ok I take 5 deep breaths. My heart is beating so fast and it just can’t seem to stop.

“Cindy?” I hear a voice call out behind me, smooth as butter. 

I flinch and turn around, my cheeks bright red. “Y-Yuuki! Hi!” my high pitched voice echoes throughout the hall. Damn voice, embarrassing me in front of the girl of my dreams!!!! “I-uh-I have something for, um, for you.”

She giggles at my stuttering and nods, opening the door to her room and entering. I follow and close the door behind me. I’ve seen her room through the crack of the open door for so long, it feels like a dream to finally be in here.

“So, what is it?” She asks, sitting down on her bed.

I stand in front of her awkwardly, holding my keyboard and my sheet music. “Um.. Can I.. um … play something .. for you? Please?” I can’t look her in the eye, I’m too embarrassed.

She giggles again at my embarrassment, “oo sure, go ahead.”

I nod and sit next to her on her bed. I set up and start playing. Honestly I blacked out, just letting the music guide me. When I finish, I take a deep breath and look at her. She has a faint blush on her cheeks and her lips curved into a small smile.

“That was beautiful.”

I blush more, looking away. “Thank you ….” After a few seconds, I look back at her and hold my hand out, dropping my sheet music onto the floor. “Cindy.”

She looks at my hand and giggles before taking it. “Yuuki. But we’ve already introduced ourselves.”

I smile and shrug, chuckling. “I know, I just felt like doing it again.”

After that, I made sure to say hi to Yuuki every day, building up the courage to eventually ask her to hang out and then eventually ask her out. I can’t let some other hottie snatch her up! It'll be a hard process, but it’ll be worth it.

It’s been years since I’ve felt this way, this childlike happiness and sense of purpose. Thank you Yuuki, thank you.

yuuki by @sotogalmo

[crimson-calligraphyx]

Tag list: @kingdomof-omens @cheyfi @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo

My eyes fluttered open, taking in the tinge of blue hour as the sun was beginning to rise, but not quite high enough for any shades of warmth. I swore it had just been broad daylight out—what time was it?

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I scanned the walls for a clock, only for them to fall on a sleeping entity in the chair by the foot of my bed. I blinked a few times, still trying to gather my senses. I soon realized it was Noah slumped in the chair with a pillow between the wall and his head and a blanket covering half of his slim body.

He looked so peaceful as he snoozed, even with the bruises still lingering on his pale face. His jaw was slack as he breathed deep, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, and I could just make out his eyes rolling back and forth behind their lids as he dreamt. I smiled softly to myself, really noticing at this very moment just how much of Leora I could see in Noah, and vice versa.

"Oh, you're already awake." My smile falters quickly when the nurse makes her way in. "I was just coming in to take your vitals," she tells me in a hushed tone, seeing Noah fast asleep. I nodded shallowly as she sidled up beside me, starting with wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my upper arm. I inwardly groaned when it began to fill with air, hating the way that it felt as it got tighter and tighter. She checks my temperature as it continues to constrict around my arm.

She deemed everything to be stable and asked if I needed anything, to which I politely declined, then went on her merry way. I let out a sigh and turned my attention towards the window, noting the sky was starting to lighten up, a haze of deep orange stretching out in the distance. A minuscule grin plays on my lips; it's been so long since I've watched the sunrise.

As the sun begins to cast ribbons of yellow into the sky, I hear Noah stir in the chair, catching my attention. He's sitting up now, rubbing his eye with one hand while the other arm stretches high above his head. "Morning," he says and promptly clears his throat, his voice hoarse with sleep. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty," I snort, commenting on the disarray his hair was in. "What are you doing here?" He shrugs lightly. "Just wanted to make sure you were alright." I furrow my brows, confused. "What for?" "Well, the cops came in to ask me a few questions. One let it slip that you needed to be sedated, so I wanted to check on you."

My mouth falls open, and my stomach drops. Sedated? I take a minute to absorb his words. That would explain the sudden change in time, but why the fuck did I need to be sedated?

"Why was I sedated?" I shake my head at myself in disbelief, shocked I would have behaved in such a way that it would lead to that. "They didn't say," he replies, leaning back in his chair again and bringing the blanket to his chest. "Oh," I simply mumbled, unsure of what else to say. He slouches to the side, stretching his long legs out with a quiet groan as the pillow falls to the floor. I giggled when he huffed in aggravation, reaching down to pick it back up.

"Why don't you head back to your room? I'm fine, probably going to head back to sleep myself," I tell him, settling into the bed. He shrugs. "I'd rather stay here. You know, just in case..." he trails off, a faint grin gracing his lips. I felt my cheeks warm as I fought the smile that was threatening to spread on my face from his words, a tiny flutter swirling in my stomach. I knew what he was getting at, and he was right without having to say it. Having him here did bring me some sense of security, comfort... and I liked it.

"If you're going to stay, then..." My heart pounds in my chest as I muster up the courage to say the next sentence. I avert my attention to my hands, anxiously wringing them together instead of picking at my nails like I normally would. I needed to quit that habit. "Then why don't you lie down with me? At least be comfortable." "Why are you so shy asking that?" he chuckles. "Not like we haven't shared a bed before." I let out a bashful laugh, my cheeks surely flushing more. I shrugged, bringing my attention back to him, taking note of the playful smirk he had on his face. I shifted over as far as the sling holding my leg would allow me to and patted the space beside me, silently asking him to join me again.

His smirk falls into a gentle smile and he stands, the pillow falling to the ground once more, and drapes the blanket over the chair. He picks the pillow up and makes his way over, sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes search mine for confirmation before hesitantly lying down. Who's shy, now?

He's stiff as a board, lying on his back with one foot still on the floor due to the limited space. His hands lie on his stomach, his eyes closed, but I can see how nervous he is by the way he breathes. Slow, deep breaths, certainly trying to calm his erratic heart.

"That can't be comfortable," I chuckled, and he peeks open an eye to look at me. "You can roll onto your side, you know." "You sure?" he lets out a bashful laugh. I give him a reassuring smile and nod shallowly, to which he returns and slowly rolls his body towards mine. He cautiously drapes his arm over my torso, "Is this okay?" "If you're comfortable, then it's fine, Noah." He doesn't say anything, but lets out a deep breath as he settles his head into the pillow and closes his eyes. I can see the tiny grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, and I couldn't help the one forming on my own face.

He mindlessly runs his thumb against my side, something he used to always do all those years ago. My immediate reaction is that this is wrong, that we shouldn't be sharing a bed like this, but I felt nothing but comfort from it. I closed my eyes, relishing the weight and warmth of his arm across my stomach, the feeling of his thumb grazing my side. I let out a quiet 'thank you', drifting back into a peaceful sleep.

-

"Mommy, wake up!"

I'm startled awake, opening my eyes to my little girl in front of me, her dark eyes glimmering with excitement. She's holding a brown paper bag with grease staining the sides, the smell of fried food and bacon infiltrating my nose. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the glossiness of sleep from my eyes, and grinned at her.

"Hey babygirl," I croaked, lifting my arm to welcome her in for a hug. She giggles and throws herself at me, squishing the food between us. "Mommy," she whispers in my ear, "why is there a boy in your bed?" I turn my head to the other side, and sure enough, there was Noah slowly waking up beside me.

Oh, right. That happened.

He retracts his arm and sits up, swinging his legs off the bed and stretches, a light groan escaping him. My eyes soon land on Nick, who was leaning against the doorway with his arms folded over his chest, smirking. I had no idea how to explain myself, and clearly neither did Noah as he quickly stands and rubs the back of his head nervously.

Nick laughs and pushes himself off the wall, making his way over to us. "Glad to see you two are getting along," he claps Noah on the shoulder, giving him a little shake before bending down to give me a quick hug. "How are you feeling, Meels?" "Alright, I suppose. I'll feel better when Leora decides to stop crushing my breakfast and let me eat it," I look down at her and chuckle, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "Oh, sorry mommy," she mumbles, plopping down onto the floor. "It's your favorite! Hashbrowns and a McGriddle!" I gave an exaggerated gasp, feigning shock. "It is! How did you know that?" "Uncle Nicky told me," she beams, finally handing me the bag. "Did he? That was so nice of him! Why don't you give him a big hug and say thank you for me?"

She nods and bounces on over to him, wrapping herself around his legs, and does as I ask. I grinned, opening my McDonald's bag and pulled out my breakfast, my mouth watering at the anticipation of it. I take my first bite of the sandwich, a satisfied groan escaping me as the sweet taste of maple hits my tongue, followed by the savory bacon, egg, and cheese.

"Where's mom and dad?" I asked Nick through a mouthful. "Didn't mom ever teach you not to eat with your mouth full?" he shakes his head at me. "They're just finding a place to park, they'll be up in a minute." "Sorry," I snorted, swallowing my bite. "I can't wait to see them." Nick chuckles, waving off the lack of my etiquette, "Believe me, they can't wait to see you, either." "Yeah, Nana was so scared, she cried almost every day," Leora informs me, her voice melancholy.

I felt my heart sink at the thought of my family sitting at home, distraught, worried sick about me. Wondering if and when I'd return, my parents unsure of what to tell Leora if I hadn't.

My heart only sank further when my parents finally made their way in, my mom immediately covering her mouth with her hands and letting out a sob. My dad pulls her into an embrace, rubbing her back as she comes undone, crying into his chest. He hushes her and looks over her head at me, grinning at me with sorrow in his eyes when he takes in my current state.

"Mom, I'm okay," I call out, though my voice shakes from holding back my own cries. "Come over here and give me a hug," I tried to laugh, but it comes out as a cough instead. She pulls herself away from my dad, nodding and wiping her tears from under her eyes before crossing the room to do exactly that. She cups my face between her hands, her green eyes glossed over from the tears that threatened to spill, and she kisses my forehead.

"Oh, God, Amelia," she whispers. "I was so scared that I lost you. But Christ, look at you. I'm so sorry this happened, you never should have gone out with Noah to get the kerosene—" "Mom, stop," I held her upper arms, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I'm okay, I'm alive. And it's all thanks to Noah," I tell her, looking her dead in the eye. "Really?" She looked over at Noah, who was silently standing there to allow us to have our moment as a family. I nodded, even though she wasn't looking at me. "Really. He pushed me to keep fighting, he was the one who got us out of that mess."

She abruptly stands, throwing herself on Noah, and judging by the huff he expels, practically squeezes the life out of him. "I know things have been difficult between you and Amelia," she sputters out. "But I can't thank you enough for what you did to protect her." He only hugs her back, clearly unsure of what to say, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her. I smiled softly at the sincerity of the moment before me.

My mom breaks away from him when there's a knock on the doorframe, the same officer and detective entering the room. I take a gander around the room, reading the uneasy expressions on my family's faces while tension fills the room as we wait for what they have to say.

"Good morning," Officer DeCecca breaks the silence. "We don't mean to interrupt, but do you have a moment to discuss some things?" He directs his question at me, then glances at Noah, silently asking him as well. "Um... Sure," I hesitantly reply. "Great," DeCecca looks around the room. "May we have some privacy, if you don't mind?"

"No," I call out as my family began to leave the room, "whatever you have to say to me and Noah, you can say to them, too." The officer clears his throat, "Very well." He glances at Leora with concern, who was cowering behind Nick and my dad. "I'm unsure if the little one should be present, though." I rolled my eyes but ultimately agreed to have my dad be excused with Leora in tow. "We have some information about Charles, your captor." Noah catches my eye, uncertainty strewn across his face. "What kind of information?" he speaks up, folding his arms over his chest.

"Charles DeSimone has been wanted for quite some time under suspicion of murdering his wife and two children."

|Chapter 14|

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (28)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC series - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 28 - Invasion - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 4.1K+ words

Warnings: PG13 for intense fighting and mentions of scars and abuse

Summary: The Spider-Society searches for Isabella

A/N: Special thank you to my friends @noahspector & @rizahawkeye1380 for helping me with plotting, dialogue choice and just in general helping me stay the course, I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!!!!

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“One order of hot and fresh empanadas for Mr. Miguel O’Hara!”

I announced my arrival as I stepped back into his lab, seeing the platform raised up. I swung my way up there just as Miguel was turning towards the sound of my voice. He seemed genuinely surprised to see me back so quickly. 

It was the next day now, and there still hadn’t been any sign of Isabella. Miguel had been working around the clock, monitoring for any activity. After dropping off his order of empanadas, I stuck around to chat and help out with any minor tasks to lessen the load on his plate. This morning, I popped in to say hi, asking if he wanted another order of empanadas and he said yes.

“You’re quick,” He smirked a little. 

“Well, I figured you were hungry, so why keep you waiting?” I shrugged my shoulders. “You’ll need fuel if you want to keep doing what you’re doing,”

After a quick breakfast with Hobie and the others, I picked up a package of empanadas for Miguel, just as I promised. Hannah did say the way to get to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so? Would it hurt to try?

“Come on, and eat up,” I smiled as I reached into the bag and pulled out one of the boxes, setting it on a table. “Lyla ratted you out and said you didn’t each breakfast,”

“Lyla!” Miguel growled at the AI as her little holographic body stuck her tongue out at him.

“Hey, you don’t take care of yourself? I tattle, those are the rules,” She sneered.

“So I sweat talked the chef and asked to make two fresh batches for you,” I smiled as I brought out the second box and opened it up.

Miguel stepped closer towards the table, his mouth watering at the sight. “All of this is for me?”

I hummed in approval, nodding as I crossed my arms over my chest. 

Miguel couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he reached down and grabbed an empanada, taking a bite out of it. His eyes fluttered closed, his expression was everything I could hope for. He felt like a kid in a candy store. 

“Thank you, Lisa, I’ll eat these while I work,” Miguel spoke before gulping down his bite. “Isabella could be anywhere. I have to stay vigilant,”

Eating while he works? Not sitting down to take a breather? Oh no, I’m not letting that slide. I coughed into my fist, gaining Miguel’s attention as he was turning back towards his computer station.

“You know what I like most about you, Miguel?” I asked him with a sweet expression as I stepped closer towards him.

I didn’t miss the faint blush on his cheeks as I neared, but he managed a calm smile as he raised his brow curiously in my direction. “What’s that, Lisa?”

“I do honestly find your snark and sass quite charming,” I admitted, looking up at him as I was mere inches away from him. “Not to mention your work and passion,”

“Oh, just stroke my ego, why don’t you?” Miguel teased softly. “What else?”

“I also like it–,” My hands gently placed themselves on his chest and I could feel his heartbeat racing under his suit and skin. It was beating just as fast as mine as I pushed him back down into his chair. “-When you actually sit down to eat something and take care a break once in a while?”

“Duh! I’ve been trying to explain that to him for years!” Lyla rolled her eyes as her holographic hand flicked Miguel’s forehead before vanishing as he swatted her away. 

I couldn’t help but laugh at the gesture. Lyla really did care for him, and while on the outside it appeared that Miguel despised the constant dotting, he knew he’d be lost without her. 

Miguel sighed in defeat, although he couldn’t stop a smile from forming on his lips as he took another bite of his empanada. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. I promise I’ll take better care of myself,”

“Good, cause if you don’t, I won't hesitate to nag you constantly until you do,” I shot him an accusing glare, although there was a hint of playfulness as my eyes twinkled. 

Miguel laughed as he saw the twinkle in my eyes, shaking his head. “I already have Lyla nagging me about my eating habits, I don’t want that from you either,” His own expression became playful. “In fact, I’ll go as far to say I’ll never eat another empanada again if you’re threatening me with constant nagging,”

“Oh, really?” I raised a brow at Miguel as I reached out and slowly began to pull back his box of empanadas. “A shame really, I guess I’ll have to take these back then. Say bye-bye, now–!”

Miguel’s eyes widened at the site, although he enjoyed this playful banter, he had to admit this tactic of mine was working. I could see it in the look on his face. He really did love those empanadas. 

He raised his hands in a defensive manner, “Okay, okay, I’ll eat more, I promise!”

I smiled, giving him a twink as I slid the container back to him. “I thought so, tough guy,”

We both shared a laugh as we continued to eat our empanadas in peace. It made me feel like this was the first time since our fight where we could have a normal moment as. . . friends. It felt good. Really good. 

The moment was short lived however when Miguel’s computer monitors suddenly started to flash. Warning symbols quickly filled the screens. I dropped my empanada as I looked around the platform. “What’s going on?”

“Miguel! Isabella has been spotted!” Lyla flared as she zipped around, summoning multiple holoscreens. 

Miguel and I both stand up suddenly from our seats, the food long forgotten. Miguel was quicker as he used a web sling to launch himself back to his desk, cycling through the footage. “Where is she?”

“She’s in Spider-Noir’s dimension, Earth-90214,” Lyla reported as I neared Miguel’s side.

I looked at the holoscreens, watching the security footage. It was raining in the black and white aesthetic universe and jumping through a portal, I caught sight of the bat demon herself. But something was different. 

“Um, does she look different to you?” I asked nervously.

“From what I can recall, yes,” He nodded before looking over at me. “You would be more familiar with her than I would,”

“Well, She wasn’t always that tall and looked so menacing,” I shuddered as I saw her shaper talons and pointy teeth. 

But what I saw next shook me to my core. Her body seemed to fizzle and stretch, as she formed a duplicate version of herself! Then another, and then another.

“She’s cloning herself?” I gawked.

Miguel reacted quickly as he opened a communication link to Spider-Man Noir. “Peter, you got big trouble coming your way,”

“The screw loose bat demon dame you reported earlier?” His smooth voice came through the speaker. “Yeah, I see her. All of her in fact,”

“Do not engage her by yourself, I’m sending in as many Spider’s as I can to assist,” Miguel ordered as he simultaneously sent out an alert to all available teams that were out on patrol. 

“Roger, I’ll evacuate as many civilians from the area as I can,” Peter nodded before cutting the feed. 

“Lyla, broadcast me on all channels,” Miguel ordered.

“Got it!” Lyla saluted as she established the connection, a holoscreen of Miguel’s gizmo projecting on his face. 

“Any available units, we have a code red. Multiple villain anomalies spotted in Earth-90214. Spider-Man Noir needs all the help he can get. Any available units are to report there immediately and assist in civilian evacuation or engage the anomalies,” 

Miguel sent out the message as overhead us, a bright red light flashed every other second, along with a loud buzzing sound. He pressed a series of buttons on his Gizmo and within moments a portal opened up before us. 

“I need to move quickly or else she gets away, but–” Miguel almost seemed to hesitate before continuing. “You don’t have to come on this one. I won’t risk her trying to hurt you again after what happened back in Petra’s world,”

Something stirred within me as my fingers curled into a fist. “I want to go, Miguel. She hurt you too. I’m not letting her get away with it,”

Miguel stared intently into my eyes before slowly nodding his head. “Okay, let’s go,”

We both slipped on our respective masks before running through the portal. We arrived at the other side, immediately getting drenched with the pouring rain as thunder roared our ears and lightning strikes lit up the sky. There were dozens of Isabella clones running around, but there were also dozens of Spider people keeping them at bay and away from civilians. 

“How do you want to do this? She could be anywhere,” I looked over towards Miguel as the portal closed. 

He looked over to me, his eyes widening as he suddenly yanked me to the side and out of the way of a clone zipping passed us. He launched a laser web from his wrist, catching the clone’s ankle and pulled as hard as he could. The clone came crashing down and blew into dust upon impact. 

“Well, now we have a way to tell the difference between them,” He huffed, before looking at me once over. “Are you okay with splitting up to cover more ground?”

I nodded firmly. “I’ll call you if I find her,”

“Be careful,” He spoke softly before web slinging down the street. 

I watched him leave before a series of cries caught my ear. I ran a head, vaulting upwards as I climbed up to the roof of a large building, finding a cluster of Isabella clones terrorizing a group of civilians. Not on my watch.

I reached down, pressing play on my music player. The beats and sounds caught their attention as they all turned towards me, offering them a narrowed glance as I brandished one of my smoke bombs. 

“Why don’t you brats find some other toys to play with?” I sneered with a grin. “I’ve got one right here!”

I tossed it into the air, the grenade exploding into the pink glitter cloud of smoke. The bats shrieked at the site, trying to use their hands and wings to shield them as they gagged. Now they were distracted. 

“My turn at bat,” I quipped before springing forward. “I’ll sing this in one language you’ll understand!”

“Now gotta step on it, what else can I do?

I'm young and fearless, man

Middle finger up, F-U pay me

90's baby, I pump up the jam~” 

While they were dazed by the smoke cloud, I came in swinging, punching and kicking my way through the herd towards the civilians. I cleared them a path to safety as they took off running. As my smoke cloud cleared, the remaining few bats didn’t take kindly to me taking away their playthings as they all rushed to swarm me.

“Step on it, step on it, oppa-ya lambo

Today yours and mine, our youth's a gamble~” 

I swerved and twirled out of the way of their incoming strikes. When they circled back around, they were each met with a spin kick to the face, as for the last one I did a special backflip kick, knocking them back. I then fired a web at their chest before pulling myself forward and body checking them to the roof.

“Don't dare to stop me, if anyone gets in my way

I'ma go, brrrr, Rambo!” 

When the dust settled from their disintegrated body, I caught my breath, taking one last look around. The roof was clear. I ran over to the roof as I looked around at the battlefield below. One by one, Spider’s were taking down each of the clones. Soon it would be easier to find the real Isabella, but where was she?

My Spider-Sense suddenly kicked in as I looked around frantically for the source of the danger, and that’s when I saw it. At a nearby park that was covered in mud and gunk, trees chopped down and playground equipment trashed. A clone was stalking towards Gwen at a frightening speed.

“Gwen, look out!” I yelled as I swung for her.

At the same time, Isabella was getting ready to strike, raising her sharp talons in order to slice her to ribbons. I reached out and grabbed Gwen as I swung by and felt a horrible sting at my side. I had still managed to swing Gwen to safety, but not before I lost the grip on my web sling and the two of us tumbled to the ground. 

Isabella growled, the real one snarling at the fact her kill was stolen. She was about to stomp over towards us when a series of webs ensnared her as Peter B. yanked her back, vaulting himself towards her as the two got caught up in their own brawl. “I got this, you two get out of here!”

I clutched my side, feeling a sharp pain as I tried to sit up. I glanced down as I slowly lifted my hand from my side and saw blood stained on my palm. I hissed as the cool breeze brushed along my wound and immediately brought my hand down to cover it up. 

“Lisa, are you okay?” Gwen asked with a worried look. 

“I’m fine, just get the rest of the civilians out of here, I’ll get Isabella to focus on me,” I groaned, slowly pushing myself up with my other hand. “Find Noir!”

Gwen seemed to hesitate, but after noticing Miguel swoop in and take out another one of Isabella’s clones and immediately rushing towards us, Gwen nodded before swinging away. Miguel’s heavy footsteps caught my ear as I turned to look at him, and I could see the wave of concern wash over him as the eyelets of his mask flared at the sight of my injury. 

“What happened?” He immediately asked as he knelt at my side.

“Isabella tried to gut Gwen, but I got her out of the way,” My voice strained from the pain as I tried to sit up. 

“Just barely it seems,” Miguel mumbled as he noticed the spots of blood seeping through my fingers. “Let me quickly take a look,”

My eyes widened as I tried to reach for his wrist to stop him, but his movements were quick and precise, not to mention the pain was unbearable, “Miguel, wait–!”

He gently moved my hand away, finding the spot where Isabella’s claws tore through my suit and saw the blood. He carefully brushed it away to find the source of the wound and that’s when he stopped, frozen. His eyelets went wide. 

Miguel saw the scars. Multiple small marks scattered across my stomach and side. My scars.

“Lisa?” He called my name softly. 

I shut my eyes, suddenly ashamed of how I looked at this moment. This was not how I wanted to show him, to tell him. I could see the question dangling from his lips, but Miguel was almost too afraid to say it out loud. 

“Lisa, what happened?” Miguel asked softly instead, although there was a hint of desperation in his voice. 

“Miguel, I—” Words were failing me as I stuttered, and it wasn’t helping that the pain at my side stung like absolute hell. “This wasn’t how I wanted to—” 

“Who did this to you?” He asked with a terrifying sense of calm. 

I hissed from the pain as I tried to press my palm back into the wound, but Miguel held my wrist firmly and instead pressed his whole hand into it. His pupils momentarily flared from the sound of my cry as we locked our gaze with one another. 

“Not yet–” I choked. 

Miguel almost recoils, as if realizing a mistake he had made. The moment of clarity washed over him, offering me a quick sympathetic look. This was not how I wanted to tell him, and he came to understand that. 

“We’ll talk about it when you’re ready,” He responded, “Now, try to hold still,”

I watch, almost stunned as Miguel's hand suddenly fizzles as the glove of his suit strips from his skin. The holographic nanites of his suit sparkling as he stretches it out and carefully slaps it on my side. I muffle a pained cry as Miguel steadies me, waiting it out.

Miguel slowly helps me up, one hand at my side and the other along my back. “We’ll get it looked at back at the infirmary,”

“No, Miguel, Isabella is right there!” I gasped, grabbing his arm, “Don’t send me back!”

“Well, well, well,” Isabella’s voice sent a shiver down my spine as she descended from the air, touching down on the ground as she sneered at the two of us. “Look who we have here,”

“Where’s Peter?!” I demanded. 

“I took him for a ride and shook him off me. My little lovelies will keep him occupied while we have our fun,” She smiled. 

“Isabella, you’ve gone too far this time,” Miguel growled. “Causing trouble in your home dimension is one thing, but potentially dooming the date of an entirely different one is another!”

Isabella rolled her eyes at the remark. “Ugh, Lord Osborne mentioned that you might say something as lavish as that,”

“Harry?” He pressed. 

“Yes, for you see he granted me a new gift, in exchange for your heads,” she snickered darkly, licking her lips. 

Miguel snarled in frustration as he got into a battle ready stance, “Lisa, stay behind me and let me handle this,”

“No,” I spoke firmly as I managed to stand up completely. “I’m not letting you fight her alone,”

“I’m not going to let her hurt you again,” He snapped back. 

“Oh how adorable,” Isabella cooed. “You bicker like an old married couple. It will make killing you both all the more pleasurable,” 

“That’s it!” Miguel charged forward, leaping up into the air to grab her. 

My eyes widened as Isabella’s tail suddenly enlarged, extending as it slithered up and snatched Miguel. It wrapped itself around his waist and then tossed him like a rag doll across the park and into some concrete rubble, the cement breaking apart around him.

“That’s not the only gift Lord Osborne has bestowed upon me,” Isabella grinned. 

“Miguel!” I screamed out for him. A growl was brewing in my throat as I turned and faced her when I suddenly felt an ear drumming screech reach my ear. “GAAAAAHHH!”

Isabella had opened her mouth, sending out a sonic screech from her throat. 

"Now tell me, tell all what you continue to deny to yourself!" Isabella screeches as the sonic pulses rattle my eardrums. "Be a good girl and I'll make the pain stop,"

The pain is unbearable. I thought my brain was going to explode as I yelled, screamed as my hands desperately tried to block out the sound. My knees were starting to buckle, my body warm with sweat as I tried to fight it.

"Say it! Tell me everything!" Isabella demanded. 

"No!" I screamed. 

"Say it!" She ordered.

"NO!" I shouted back. 

"SAY IT!!"

As all of this is happening, Miguel manages to pull himself free from the rubble Isabella tossed him in, shoving a piece of concrete off his back. The eyelets of his mask go wide as he starts running towards them, “Lisa!”

I let out a heartbreaking cry as I fell to my knees. "IT WAS HIM! HE DID THIS TO ME! HE GAVE ME THE SCARS!"

Miguel stopped in his tracks, his heart stopping. Who? Who’s he?

Isabella pulls back, her sonic screeching coming to a halt as she relishes in watching me pant heavily, sweat dripping down my face as I collapse to my side, my body trembling. "Jin. . . Step-father. . . it was an accident, but he---"

The bat demon laughs at the sight, a wicked smile on her face as her talons sharpen, taking a haunting step closer towards my frame. I couldn’t move. My body was exhausted, tired, and shook to the bone with fear. I was so overwhelmed with my emotions that Isabella left me defenseless. I was literally at her mercy. 

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH"

The roar snapped me out of my miserable trance as I glanced over to see Miguel barreling towards us. The talons of his claws were sharp, the talons of his side arms expanded, and his mask was gone as his eyes were blood red and full of rage. Isabella turned, her wicked smile ceased to falter. 

“Don’t you dare touch her!”

"MIGUEL DON'T-!" I try to warn him.

But I was too late. 

Blinded by his rage, Isabella launches another sonic screech directly at Miguel. He tries to resist, slowly putting one foot in front of the other as his knees buckle. 

"You're not going anywhere, Lord O'Hara, not until you give me what I want. Tell me your secret. Tell me your deepest desire!" Isabella laughs manically.

"Stop it, you're hurting him!" I let out a weak scream, trying to reach out a hand towards him. "Miguel!!"

"A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

Miguel fell to his knees, but he kept going. With everything that was being thrown his way, he still kept moving. Even when he collapsed completely, he continued to crawl and pull himself forward. He really tries to push through it but the more he fights, the more his body starts to fail him. 

“No, no, se puede enterar así,” He strains, his throat dry from the screams. - She can’t find out like this 

In that moment I realized he was crawling towards not Isabella, but to me. 

“This isn’t. . . What I planned. . .” Miguel choked. 

I’m begging, pleading for him to stop. But with the high frequency of Isabella’s sonic blasts affecting Miguel’s sensitive hearing, I didn’t know if he could tell that I was telling him or Isabella to stop. Either way, it didn’t seem to matter to him.

I just wanted him to not be in pain anymore. 

"Just let it out, O'Hara and the pain goes away!" Isabella smiles with devilish intent.

"MIGUEL!" I screamed out, trying to reach for him. "PLEASE, STOP THIS!"

He tries to. He wants to. But try as he might, he can't fight this anymore. He can't fight himself anymore. Heaving heavily, he manages to pull himself to his knees and screams– "I LIKE YOU, LISA!" 

Isabella lets up on the sonic beam as Miguel catches his breath, his ears ringing as the muscles of his body pulses from the dull aching pain that coursed through him. He lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine as the red iris faded away to his chocolate brown orbs. 

"I have feelings for you, too,"

The world seemed to stop and fade away around Lisa. Her eyes go wide, her vision blurring from the tears that are threatening to give out. "Miguel," Her voice was but a weak whimper.

Isabella’s laughter echoed around us as she stood between us. “Oh, this is delightful!” 

Her tail slithered to my side, wrapping itself around my frame as it hoisted me into the air. The combined pain of my wound and the sonic screech coursed through my body as I hissed and whined at the pain. Isabella brought me closer towards her, her claws extending as she angled them to my neck.

“How about an exchange, Spider-Man?” She smiled. “Your head, for hers,”

Miguel’s breathing was heavy as he looked up, his pupils wide as he slowly pulled himself up to his knees. “Please– Don’t,” He pleaded softly. He retracted his claws, hands in the air. 

“Speak up, you peasant,” Isabella ordered with a roll of her eyes. “I can’t hear you when you whimper,”

“Don’t–” Miguel’s cast down to the ground before he looked up, his red iris’s flaring as he managed a half smile. “Let the door hit you on the way out,”

“What?” Isabella’s demeanor quickly changed when she noticed his sudden change in attitude. 

Then there was the sound of a car horn. She turned and took the brunt force of a 1930’s convertible to the face. The front of the car dented and cracked as she shrieked from the impact. Her tail loosened as my body fell free from her grasp, as Miguel sprang forward and caught me in his arms. 

As Isabella crashed to the ground, Miguel glanced over, a very relieved sigh escaping his lips. “Cutting it a little close there,”

“Sorry I’m late to the party,” A smooth bravado voice spoke up as the figure’s black trench coat blew in the wind.

He landed on the ground, taking a second to snuff out his cigarette and adjust his fedora before Spider-Man Noir stepped up to the plate, cracking his knuckles before putting his fists up. 

“Now that I’ve finally made it to the ballroom, let’s dance,” 

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[councilingmychaos]

Scene Four

Pushing the big glass door open to see that the rain was gone, and the sun was trying to peek out, made my heart skip with joy. As much as I loved a good gloomy day, today I needed nothing but light and positivity. I took in a deep breath, basking in the sweet smell of wet dirt. My favorite smell was soil after it rained. I love the smell of worms, and the dewy grass.

I strolled slowly through the small courtyard, looking around finally. It was a nice little area to come and read, study, or have lunch. I even spotted a small willow in the corner. That would officially be my spot to go, if nobody else already has it. I casually reached into my pockets, pulling everything out into my two small hands. I have now accumulated a few more items than I had before. My phone, the dorm key with the number, the small map we were given. The other pocket now had a couple of straws I snagged from the cafeteria. I don’t know why, but I seemed to develop a strange desire to collect straws. I don’t always use them, but I never get rid of them either. I have a whole bag back at home.

As I gazed through my stuff, I peeked up, mostly to see where I was going, and because something in the pit of my stomach told me to. It was him, sitting casually on a bench with a book in his hands. He was still very handsome, but now I was able to see more of him. I couldn’t help but freeze just so I could keep looking. He had what looked to be some kind of mohawk, but it was thicker and shaggier than what I know a mohawk to be.

I noticed now, that he had a large tattoo on the side of his neck that looked to wrap up behind his ear, and on the bald spot on his head. I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look, but of course he looked up and our eyes locked. I felt my soul leave my body, my heart stop, and my legs turn into jello. I couldn’t breath, or move. The only thing I did was fumble all of the items in my hands, causing them to fall onto the ground.

I looked down almost instantly, mortified that this just happened. I dropped to my knees and began to grab everything sporadically. I’m pretty sure I picked up a rock or two in the process, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get everything up as fast as possible, and run away. I shoved everything into my pockets before realizing I had forgotten one thing. MY KEY! I don’t have my dorm key! I began to panic, looking around frantically.

Two legs suddenly appeared in front of me. Black boots, with black dress pants, and what seems to be a long coat. I looked up slowly, panicking on the inside when I saw it was him. That means he saw me throw everything, then frantically pick them up. I’m so pathetic! He looked down at me, with what looked to be a faint smile on his lips.

“Are you looking for this?” He said softly, his deep voice almost paralyzing me as I sat on my knees, on the cold and damp cement. I looked in his hand to see my key. Of course he found it, if I wasn’t already embarrassed enough. Maybe I could lie and say I forgot to bring my glasses, and I’m not just an idiot. (I don’t even wear glasses)

I nodded slowly, trying to figure out what to say. Words seem to have slipped my mind, and all I could currently think about was how his JUNK was inches from my face. I gulped and gathered myself to try and stand. Clearly I didn’t do a good job of it, because the second I tried to stand, my knees went weak and I tumble back down. I watched as he swiftly reached one of his arms out, wrapping it around my waist to prevent from falling.

Why does this keep happening to me? I keep almost falling, and this STRANGER is always right here to help me. Coincidence, fate, or stalker? WHO KNOWS.

“Thank you” I whispered, slowly reaching for my key. He still had his arm around my waist, thankfully, because I still couldn’t feel my legs. I grabbed my key from his hand, grazing across his gently. Between how cold his hand was, and how my body tingled with a strange feeling, I involuntarily let out a soft moan. More embarrassment washed over me as I covered my face quickly with my hands. He didn’t move his arm, but I did hear him let out a couple soft chuckles.

My insides started to feel like they were going to burst, and all I could do was hide my face and hope I’d disappear into thin air. I could still feel his muscular arm holding me up, and his body close to mine. I felt like at any moment, I would turn into a puddle right before his eyes. I took a deep breath, flung my arms down to my side, looked up at him for the last time and forced a faint smile.

“Well thank you again, goodbye” I said so quickly, I’m not sure if it came out correctly or not. Either way, I wasn’t going back to fix it. I darted into the doors, and walked quickly down the hall and to my dorm room. The overwhelming embarrassment gave me enough adrenaline that didn’t need a map to find my room. I cowardly crept inside, leaning against the back of the door and sliding down until I was sitting on the ground.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Hazbin Worlds Collide Ch24

(Mako/Tristan/Francis/Nidra/Hornet and part written by Palettepainter101

Cheshire/Gemstone/Beauty/Wild-Card/Angel-Cake -me)

BANG

Everything was brought to a dead silence, the shrieking silenced almost instantly as the loud explosion of a new noise filled the room. Eyes where wide and it was in that split second that Wild-Card, first born to Princess Charlie Magne and Husk and next descendant in line for the throne, felt his heart stop beating. A pit formed in his stomach, his knees buckled under his bodies weight as his red rose wings pathetically dropped to his sides, as though he’d just seen a loved one be murdered before his eyes.

Mako on the other hand, seemed to be the only individual in that room that was acting normally - with a gruff sigh the wolf got up from his stool where he had been sitting, after recovering from the shock of the situation - right before the lights and electronics appliances in the room began to act out. The wolf casted a glance to the now limp body that lay on the floor, the only faint sign of life was the steady rising and falling of their chest.

He began to walk towards them, just as the other shocked figures in the room began to recover from his sudden action. The prince naturally, was the first to erupt with anger “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” The room was once again flooded with booming noise as the young prince threw his paws out to gesture at Mako - whom merely gave him nothing but a side ways glance.

“YOU DIDNT NEED TO FUCKIN’ SHOOT HER YOU ASSHOLE!!” When the wolf continued to ignore the princes yelling, Wild-Card knew he gave a proper growl and likely bared his teeth - even as he approached the wolf didn’t budge as he lifted up his lovers wrist to check for a pulse.

“ANSWER ME YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD!!” Wild-Card demanded. “YOU THINK IM JUST GONNA LET YOU GET AWAY WITH SHOOTING HER?! MY LOVER?! THE ONLY GIRL THATS ACTUALLY GIVEN TWO FLYING FUCKS ABOUT ME?!” Without thinking he threw his fist forward, hoping to land a nice, harsh blow to that little fucks face. Alas he was not prepared for when the wolf grabbed his punch with his own paw - but just barely - and swiftly rotated the princes arm to the side, causing him to be yanked to the floor with a thud.

The wolf scowled “You may be fast, but I’m faster princey.”

Of course he growled in pain, shifting to sit up a bit and cradle his bow sore wrist. His anger begin to boil, and it was then did his final shred of patience finally snap. Horns began to grow outwards from his head and curl backwards as his calm blonde hair began to burst with deadly red at the ends. Fur bristled, he lifted his paw and prepared to dish out another blow - and THIS time, he wouldn’t miss-

“I didn’t fuckin’ kill her you jackass.” Mako bluntly pointed out as if it was an obvious fact.

A wave of silence swept over the room, only for it to break a few moments or so later, only this time it was by none other then the other deer in the room “...Then what DID you do?” No one was exactly sure if Cheshire was asking a question or possibly stating a threat, but no one dared to speak up and ask any further questions.

Cheshire as well as Wild-Card watched with sharp, narrowed eyes as the wolf demon carefully moved to Maizy’s shoulder...and then moved his paw away, a fuzzy red tipped needle like bullet held between his claws. Anyone who had common knowledge in fire arms would have immediately identified what bullet it was Mako was holding in snap - sadly, the majority of those present in the room weren’t as educated in the fields of guns unlike he was.

“...What is that?” Beauty asked half sniffle half growl, her one eye shiny against the light with a fresh bulk of tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her girlfriend Gemstone held her close, fur along her neck and arms bristled and ears perked and alert. “A tranquilliser dart” Angel-cake answered, before letting out a mild sigh of relief, thank god!

“That still doesn’t justify it!!” Gemstone barked at the spider demon before glaring daggers towards her alternate brother, teeth bared, a clear sign she was pissed. The two hounds pinned each other down with their famous scowls, the likes of which the row only could have gotten from their boisterous hot headed mother - until a deer stepped in between them

“Now now calm yourselves! We may be demons but we’re not murders!” He shifted his gaze between the two dogs, mentally and physically preparing himself if either one was to pounce. “Besides...the last thing we need is yer another fight from you two-“

“Are you seriously gonna take this bullshit?!”

“Wild-Card I said ENOUGH.” Cheshire repeated more sternly then before, his tone alone was enough of a warning to know that he was gradually loosing whatever kind of patience he had left. Cheshire was known for often being mistaken by his farther by commoners who weren’t familiar with him, with his uncanny looks though it was understandable. However anyone within his close circle of friends knew very well that all of Alastors children had one thing in common: his power. When you where the children to a tyrant, you could have a rather literal hellish tempter.

Cheshire relaxed when everyone in the room fell quite, and Gemstone reluctantly stood down, crossing her arms with a grumble as she backed up a few paces. Although Cheshire was protective of his sister - he would have gladly sunk his teeth into anyone who dare lay even a hand of harm upon her - he wasn’t stupid. He may be talented in fields of dark magic, but he didn’t know Mako well, he didn’t know how well he was skilled with a gun - nor did he know if Mako was out of bullets, tranquillisers or worse.

So he decided the best option would be to let his little incident slide...for now anyway. However, he couldn’t say the same for the young naga who slithered out from her seat, who’s face showers just the faintest bit of shock.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pinky red eyes narrowed at the demoness across from him, who mirrored his look evenly. The room had fallen under a blanket of silence, chilling silence, but the dangerous glint in both the demons eyes was all the communication the two needed to get across.

On one side of the room sat Cheshire, only son to the renowned and ever feared tryant, the Radio Demon, and phenomenal show actress and profiteer Mimzy. On the other sat Nidra, only child to the ever villain wanna be try hard Pentious, expert in the dark arts from hexes to curses and (and she has referred to herself once or twice) ruler of the darkness and the undead - which seemed appropriate since her three reanimated cronies sat loyally at her side. And neither could over look the third, Maizy. Cheshire’s sister lay still in the king sized bed, her chest rising and falling with his breaths and hair messy against the three large pillows her head rested against.

It was a glare off between the two equally powerful children, that was until the younger of the two was the first to break the silence.

“I’m not apologising” Nidra hisses out, gently stroking her rabbit companion who lay happily in her other arm.

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“What in the world was that?!” Tristan asked to the empty room.

Neither he nor the two younger demons where prepared when the lights and electronically appliances in the room began to act up, but it had all happened so quickly that Tristan was still struggling to process what he has just witnessed. But he didn’t have long to ponder on it when he discovered that both the children had vanished from sight.

Panic sunk in “Francis?! Hannibal?! Where are you two?” His heart raced, what on earth would be tell Velvet if Francis was gone?! By Satan’s horns what would Queeny do?! Would she still keep up her side of the deal? Would the deal be off? His mind was soon overrun with thoughts and the worst possible outcome...until he noticed the quivering purple tail poking out from under the bed.

“Francis?” He spoke in the most calmest voice he could, knowing Francis he was almost defiantly shaken by what had just occurred, and when he was like this he needed to be reassured gently. His rather unpredictable powers would often lead to further malfunctions in the lights and nearby appliances, so Tristan needed to take this slowly.

Carefully he kneeled down by the side of the bed, and pulled the blankets away to peer underneath, and at the sight he let out a sigh of relief.

Both boys were under the bed, and from the looks of it unharmed, thank goodness! Francis lay trembling under Hannibal’s wings, arms wrapped tightly over his eyes and ears pinned against his head as he mumbling incoherent sentences to himself. Hannibal, who compared to Francis was much more calmer, had his mother ears perked and eyes wide, appearing alert and skittish after the sudden flickering lights.

“I-Is...is it over?” Hannibal asked cautiously

[jellyclogs]

How the one piece men react to your period pr2

yeah still on my period and wanted more comfort fics. again if you have any request don't hessite to ask.

trigger warnings: periods and smimi-fainting

contains: Ace, Akainu, sabo, fujitora

ACE

The cowboy would notice you acting strange and realize you were in some sort of pain. He didn't know why you're in pain and that made him worry even more. He notices your hurting and he wants to help. He can't heal you like Marco could but he hates seeing his you in pain. It would probably take him a few hours to ask you what's up. He would be waiting for you to tell him on your own time. He trusted you so was sure you would tell him soon. He felt a little hurt when you didn't tell him why you were in pain. 

Ace would pull you to somewhere private and ask you straight to your face what was wrong. He would sound a little upset, not angry at you, just hurt. It would tear him up inside to think that you weren't willing to lean on him. He trusted you completely and it hurt that you apparently didn't do the same. He'd be waiting with baited breath for your answer.

You would give him a soft smile and laugh a bit to yourself. You had been on a ship full of men for years so you never really talked about your period. It was a kinda open secret on the ship, the crew would go a bit easier on you when you as well as not complaining about you taking two baths a day. You would grab his hands before talking, "I'm sorry my love, I should have told you," you gently kiss his cheek," I'm on my period, I didn't  think to mention it cuz the guys round here make a fuss about talking 'lady things' like this."

He would be so relieved that you weren't intentionally hiding why you were in pain from him. He'd definitely laugh at himself and pull you into a big hug, peppering your face with kisses. He'd hold you for a moment before you two went to join with the rest of the crew again.

He honestly has no clue how to treat you on your period. He knows it hurts and that it sucks but he also doesn't want to walk around on pins and needs around you or treat you like your made of glass. His brain kinda stops working a lot of the time. He ends up over thinking it to the point where it seems like he's ignoring you. He gets a far away look in his eyes and the whole crew thinks there's nothing in his head.

After he realizes he's stuck in a loop of not knowing what to do and not acting fast enough he'd go to the nurses for help. He would be VERY embarrassed about the whole situation. He would sit down with them face red and not able to make eye contact with any of them.

The nurses would kinda assume he was about to ask one of them out or ask to fuck one of them. They would be glaring at him ready to tell you that your boyfriend was a cheating jerk. They would just melt when they heard the real reason he was their.

Ace would stamer out, "thanks for uh seeing me, I didn't know who else to ask." His blush would darken, " how do I help y/n with their period?" He would be looking at his hands so hard.

A chorus of aws would come from the lot of the nurses. They would give him a crash course of periods. They would answer any questions Ace had and be so patient with him. They would think he was just a total sweetheart for coming to them and asking for help. Do not for a moment think they would tell a soul about this. Ace's visit was their secret.

After his crash course he would do all he could to help you. He figured out that having you sit on his lap with his hand on your stomach made a world of difference for you. You would melt when he did this, his devil fruit made him a great heating pad. He would feel so happy knowing he could help you. He would hold you like this whenever he could.

When he saw you drop to the floor for the first time his hart stopped. He thought you had died for a second till he saw your ragged breathing. He would rush to your side asking you what was wrong. Grabbing your arms and trying to get you to respond to him. He might even shake you a bit. 

Once your pain was at a manageable level you would shift to a sitting position. You would give him a sheepish smile, you felt guilty and embarrassed about the whole situation. You would softly apologize and explain what had happened. 

Ace would be shocked that periods could be so bad. He would be utterly gobsmacked that the guys around here expected you to act like nothing was going on. For god's sake you were fighting one of your internal organs and it was not holding back any punches. After this he would make loud remarks about your period quite often. He would take a lot of pleasure hearing you giggle and gently swat at him.

Him and Marco would scream to each other from across the mush hall things like, "no she needs pads not tampons!" Or " her vagina is bleeding!" Just to reek havoc. Ace would do all he could to get the men of the Moby dick to get over their period phobia.

Akainu 

The marine admiral would not understand what was up with you. He expects a  Certain level of professionalism in his relationships and you usually do hold up to that quite well but in little ways it would be slipping. He would notice you taking longer on tasks and that you seem very stiff. He wouldn't say anything about it unless it got particularly bad. He would worry for you but if you weren't bringing it up it surely wasn't important.

He wouldn't find out you were on your period till you keeled over in pain. It wouldn't be as dramatic as just falling over. You would be in the middle of a coffee/tea break with him. You had forced him to start taking these when you got together. Not only did it mean you got more time with him but it also reduced his stress level. You would suddenly set your drink down, face scrunching up with pain. Your hands would have a death grip on the counter. It would be only a second before your knees gave out and you were crouching down. You would close your eyes and focus on your breathing.

Akainu would forget his no pda rule as he rushed to kneel down beside you and gently grab one of your hands. You would be surprised how tender he could be. In the moment he just needed to know if you were OK.

Once you were able to you would stand back up holding his hand like it was a tether to reality. You would look at your feet and apologize to him. You hadn't wanted to make a big deal out of your period but your uterus had other plans. You felt like a dunce just keeling over like that.

Akainu would demand a proper explanation, his voice would be stern but not angry. You were his s/o if something was wrong enough with you to send you to the ground he need to know what the reason was. You were his responsibility and he took it very seriously.

You would apologetically explain it was just your period. The more you explained the worse you felt about it. You've lived your life since your early teen years with this problem. You hated the fact you couldn't find a solution for it.

Do not expect akieno to be extremely understanding; he is a practical man and will view this practically. He would treat this just like any other marine with a health problem. He would give you proper leave and treatment but no real special treatment. The only hint to the outside observer that this conversation wasn't just a superior and one of his underlings would be the fact he never let your hand go. He would continuously be rubbing his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand. 

Not that he would show it but seeing you drop like that would scare him. You were precious to him and despite what people might think he took pride in you. He respected you in a way he never felt he could put to words. You were more than just one of the paper pushers that plaged marine headquarters. You were his paper pusher.

Sabo

He wouldnt know you were on your period till you told him. Hes observant but you wouldnt wait for youer cramps to act up to tell him. As soon as you relized that you were on your period you would tell him. You would go mopping up to him befor declaring, “Sabo my uterus is trying to kill me… again.”

He would defently laugh at your words. He’s not squamish about periods, he knows that their just apart of life for those that have been cursed with the burden of a uterus. He would pat your head giving you one of his charming smiles and tell you that, “Dont worry once the blood stops ill give it a real beating for you.”

The two of you have a very flirty relation ship and your period would not stop that. If he notices your having a particularly bad time he will amp up the flirting. He just wants to see smile and dose his best to distract you of your pain.

He always gets caught off grad buy how hard your period takes you out. You dont just spend all day in bed but you definitely let your self go a bit. You dont put as much efort into your aprance and kinda just stumbles around. You are way less aware of your sarondings and end up walking into things.

He would deftly baby you. He knows how tough you are and knows this has to be really bad for you to be acting the way you are. It freeks him out that your body is doing this to you. It upsets him that he can't just fix it for you.

The first time he saw your body just go falling to the ground his hart stopped. He had no clue that it was cramps sending you to the floor. All he knew was his girl friend just went falling to the ground for no reason. He would rush to your side and sart to asses your your health.

Once you were abel to  function again you would gingerly grab onto sabo. You would feel so guilty seeing the panic on his face. You would kiss his cheek and whisper, "it's ok, I'm ok," you would pull him into a hug as you begin to apologize, over and over. You hate making people worry about you. The cramps making you go done was a normal occurrence for you. You had mastered the controlled fall, never hurting yourself on the trip to the floor.

Sabo would demand to know what the actual fuck had just happened. His heart is pounding in his ears and he looks just about ready to kill someone. You are so important to him so if someone was responsible for this then they would regret it. His grip on your shoulders is almost painful.

Once he knew that it was just another symptom of your period he'd be horrified. The fact that you were acting like this was fine and normal would scare him. He couldn't handle that you were used to this. It would rip his heart out that you felt you needed to apologize to him for this. Yes you scared him but it wasn't your fault. You couldn't control the fact that your body was fighting you. The dejected look on your face was just awful. You 

He would spend the rest of his day with you, he would ignore what work he had because you came first. If any one gave him shit about it he would just point to you and say, " they are passing out at the drop of a hat, do not act like that's not a big deal!" He would not let anyone give you shit for you not being up to your full strength.

When he got the flame flame nomi he would not realize at first that it made him a perfect heating pad. It would take koala asking him if he had become your heating pad for the thought to even cross his mind. He would look at her with such a dumb look on his face, a mix of a dope grin and a smirk. It would only take him a few seconds to go sprinting off to be your heating pad.

He would adore just holding you and letting his heat sooth your pain. He would fall asleep with you in his arms. He just is happy that he can take your pain away.

Fujitora 

The blind man would feel the shift in your ora. You were usually a very sweet and happy person but suddenly you seemed to be suffering . He is not the kind of man to "watch" people suffer in silence, he would ask you if you were alright. As a marine you would give him your best smile and say, " I'm fine sir." You were a marine and your period was not going to get in your way. You were there to help people and you couldn't do that from your bed.

Fujitora would see through your lie, he would set a gentle yet firm hand on your shoulder. He could tell you were in pain and trying to hide it. He was sure you weren't doing it maliciously but would be annoyed that you had lied to him, " please be honest with me, if you are in pain it is not something you should hide." 

You would flush and softly say," I am in pain yes but I'm still able to do my job. It's not a big deal." You would instantly regret your words as a wave of cramps hit you. Your knees would go weak and you would reach out for the closet stable thing which just so happens to be the vice admiral. You would cling to his arm(rip Fujitora's arm if you have nails) doing your best not to completely fall over. You would fail.

Fujitora would catch you. He would not let you hit the floor. His worry would spike from mild to severe. He cared for all his marines but you were special. You were his right hand, in so many ways you were his eyes. Your relationship with him was more than just a professional one but he and you hadn't given it a title.He would hold you on your feet till you got your strength back. He would not question you about what had just happened to you til he felt you get your strength back.

Once you could stand on your own you would very quickly let go and apologize. If this man could see he'd think all the blood in your body had gone to your cheeks. Though his eyes don't work his observation haki cirtenly does. He can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you.

He would set his hands on your shoulders, “(y/n), what is wrong?” his voice would be stern and its clear he will not let you avoid answering. 

After he learned it was your period, he would laugh. Not out of cruelty or in a mocking way, mind you. Hes relived your not hiding some deadly diseas. He is glad your not dieing, and his concern for you has settled into mild. This man is still worried but isnt going to stay awake at night thinking about it. 

The moment he felt you sinking away from his touch, and the shame flowing off you hed pull you in to a hug. Sitl chuckling he say, “i'm sorry just glad you werent hiding something eles.”

Fujitora dosnt quite under stand how periods work and openly ask’s you questions about it. Once he got an understanding for the symptoms and what helped ease them hed start doing small but thoughtful things. He uses his devel fruit to lighten the weight on your back. He slips you sweet. He dose all he can to let you sleep in and make outhers do the same.

He will not force you to stop working but he would lighten your work load. If you ever were in to much pain to work he would let you rest.

By the end of your period he would feel even more sure you special to him. Seeing you push through your pain and not letting your pain cause you to lash out at others, would make him adore you more. Your relation ship still didnt realy have a name but it sure was creeping closer to you being his s/o.

[elysianslove]

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao.  this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.  

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping  

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story. 

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason. 

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted. 

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun. 

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay? 

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he? 

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest. 

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?” 

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade. 

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves. 

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected. 

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again. 

it’s during his third year that he meets you. 

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place  during your exam week. 

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly. 

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter. 

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.” 

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance. 

except you don’t. 

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.” 

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours. 

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually. 

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied. 

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you. 

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3 

[justasimp1]

Levi Ackerman x F! Reader. Smutt!!

[ Mafia Au ] [ Hurt+Comfort ] <33

A/N: I wanted to recreate this amazing writing by @kinanabinks but replace James with Levi. However, it's not as good T-T

Only You

The familiar lemon scent tickled your nose. "Jesus Christ you're so pathetic" Levi ran a hand through his hair. His expression remained stoic. "Because I have the balls to share my feelings?" You scoffed. Levi's eye narrowed at you.

"Do you think you're special or something? That you meant something- Are you so fucking dumb that you don't realize that this is just sex?" Levi pinched on the bridge of his nose. A prick of hurt slashed your heart along with your waterline.

Maybe it was the stress of work or angry but words fell out of Levi's mouth like glass.

"You're so clingy and annoying. You never know when to listen. How many times do I have to tell you I don't care. You're pathetic, useless, and honestly a burden"

Each syllable shattering in tiny bits. Pieces of transparent material ricochet. "I can find anyone else at any time because you're just a body to me. Does that make sense to you?" His tone was like a strict mother to a child.

Levi was taken aback by the beads of tears running down your quivering cheeks.

A shard of glass hit your heart. You felt repulsed by yourself. You exited Levi's office without a word. Some of his guards standing outside had a pitying look. A salty taste soaked between your lips.

You hadn't spoken to Levi in 3 weeks. And you didn't plan on doing so. Even if he was sitting across from you...

Hange had invited close allies to a casino. The night was celebrating the truce between Ackerman and Fritz with the help of Reiss. Although it was an excuse to gamble away her new earnings.

Accompanying Levi was a small petite dirty blonde girl. You'd seen her amongst Levi's comrades. You remember seeing her leaving Levi's office once with frizzy roots and her shirt strap slipping. You tried not to stare but your eyes always traced over the figure.

Her delicate hands massaged Levi's shoulders. Her hazel eyes took a peek at his cards. The dress she wore was designer, freshly brought. And she had a body to die for. Small insecurities started to bubble inside your stomach.

A gut-twisting feeling slowly coming on. A slender hand touched your shoulder. A shiver ran down your spine. Cold metallic rings brushed over goosebumps. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you" Eren's raspy voice warmed the shell of your ear.

You grinned, a devious plan shifting together in your mind. "Welcome to the party" You whispered back. "She's all in" Eren's voice brought attention to you. The dealer chuckled his eyes glancing over at you for confirmation. You looked up at Eren before nodding.

Abel and Nifa folded with no hesitation. Leaving only you and Levi. Levi's eyes looked over the tight black lace top you had on. The faint marks left of your supple skin. His mind slowly became foggy with just the image of you.

His face dropped however when seeing Eren and his roaming hands. He could see his fingers curling underneath the thin strap of your bra. Levi bit his tongue, his grip on the cards tightening. "Call" He dropped his cards on the table.

"Why did you do that?" Petra muttered. "Shut it" Her voice was a balloon constantly being squeezed. And she found the need to submit to his every move. She couldn't compare to you. Levi watched intently as you collected the transformed chips into money.

"Shouldn't I have a percentage?" Eren made a fake pout. "I'll find a way to repay you" You hummed, stepping away from the poker table. Eren smirked, following close behind.

Eren paid for a dim circulator booth at a restaurant/bar located in the back of the casino. "You look so pretty" Eren groaned. His hand squeezes your thighs. His lips kissed fast against yours.

Darting tongue flickering around your mouth. His hand slipped under your dress. The wet spot on your undergarments grew. Eren didn't waste time shoving themselves inside your hole. You gasped, hands clutching onto his shirt.

The dim lighting hid what was happening under the table but you could see the make-out scene. His fingers moved fast until your legs shook. "Mmmh" You broke contact to breathe. A sharp shiver ran through your throat as cold air filled your lungs.

Your eyes quickly scanned around outside the booth. One of Levi's men stationed at a table, his eyes fixated on you. His black hair and tongue piercing made him exceptionally handsome. You would give him a chance if he didn't stalk you for Levi.

"Sweetheart, focus on me?" Eren pulled you by the neck, connecting your lips again. A tight knot curled inside your stomach. Wet squelching appeared as Eren deepened the kiss. You clenched his shirt through your climax. His fingers slow their pace.

"Let's get a hotel room hm?" Eren licked the dripping fluids off his hand.

Your back was throbbing and your bones ached with fresh marks. Levi decided to be a bitch and send 7 bodybuilding men banging at your door. They wouldn't leave until you agreed to go to Levi's mansion.

"You know I don't like him" "You'll be fine. I practically heard you fuck Petra and I'm fine" You set your boots onto Levi's desk. Underneath his eyes were deep dark craters, his hair ruffled, and his tie was a tangled mess.

"You fucked him..." "Well, he fucked me- like hard- so yeah" You smirked seeing Levi run another hand through his hair. His eyes remained closed. His lips pressed into a thin aggravated line. "Oh I'm sorry I thought I was just a body to you"

Your gut clenched at the sharp words. "You know I didn't mean that" Levi grumbled. "It seems to come out easily" "I was just angry" He let out shaky exhales. A little spark of guilt engulfed your heart. You remained nonchalant.

"I'm leaving" You rolled your eyes, raising from the plush cushion. "Wait- Please Y/N" Levi whimpered catching the door before you closed it. "I have somewhere to be" You sighed, side-eyeing the men standing outside the door. "Please Y/N...let us talk"

"You'd done enough talking after calling me pathetic, useless, and a burden" You spat out. The men positioned in the hall shuffled awkwardly. Levi gripped your hand, guiding you towards his room.

"Do you ever listen?" He hissed. "I guess I'm too clingy to understand" The pettiness multiplied by every sentence. Levi slammed the door, locking it with a quick swipe. "I'm sorry" He forced you to sit on the side of the bed while he got down on his knees.

"I'm so sorry" He placed both hands on your thighs. "I was angry at myself and I took it out on you. You're right, I don't have the guts to share my feelings and you do" His head hung low. "God I felt so ashamed" He mumbled while digging his fingers into his palm.

"I can't stand to see you hanging out with other guys" His thumb grazed over a hickey (from Eren). "Don't you think I felt the same way about Petra?" Your harsh tone cracked. "I swear I didn't know she was going to even be there"

You took a deep breath. "Can you get up, you look too submissive" "Only for you" Levi took ahold of your hand, planting a small kiss on your palm. He rose to get onto the bed. "Do you forgive me?" "Not until you tell me what feelings got you riled up in the first place" You looked Levi in the eyes.

Silence filled the room. "I love you" It felt like centuries but the glass finally stopped. Everything stopped with time. Air stopped seeping down in alveoli. "Me?" You twisted your eyebrows, looking at the million-dollar Mafia leader in front of you.

Levi felt the same stomach twirling feeling hatch inside him. His heart already felt like it was spilling down from rejection. The corners of your lips twitched into a smile. "I love you too"

"Can I?" His hand hovered over your cheek. "Yes-" Your words were cut off by his lips smashing onto yours. His soft lips move slowly but passionately over yours. You stumbled back with the force. Your back met the soft silk. "I love you" Levi started kissing down your necks.

Making new tender bites, licks, and hickeys over Eren's. "You're so beautiful" Levi muttered on your skin. "Please don't leave" He muttered as he traced back to your lips. You gave him a small peck of reinsurance. "I won't"

Levi got comfortable laying on your chest. The darkness of his closed eyelids drifted him off into sleep.

Masterlist

[gaepris0n]

"Such a slut." - Lily Evans

So here's another smut for my fanfiction. @partlystiles wanted me to do it so I did it.

Warnings: Degradation, thigh riding, tit sucking.

Fanfic name: Ligne De L'Amour

Author: _Bibicyle_

(Can be found on wattpad)

"Who the hell invited Diggory?" Sirius scoffed downing his drink from beside Remus.

Remus shrugged.

"The beauxbatons transfer did." Lily shrugged with a small smile.

"She's quite pretty isn't she?" Lily asked Remus and Sirius with a smile.

"Oh? Melora?" Sirius asked with a pursed lips.

"Is that her name? I still haven't talked to her." Lily replied with a shrug.

"Yeah she's a Hufflepuff?" Remus asked with a clenched jaw, jealousy taking over slightly.

"Yeah, she is." Lily smiled.

"Yeah, she's super........uhm....nice." Sirius replied back, thinking back, as if a memory had shown up.

His cheeks tinting slightly.

"You alright Sirius? You look a little lost in the head..." Lily asked, concern melting on her features.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just this partys a bit boring." Sirius shrugged with a grin.

***

Melora shuffled through the crowds of the party, a bright smile on her face as she finally found Marlene.

Gryffindor had won against Ravenclaw and Marlene had invited her to the party.

"Hello Sugartitz." Melora giggled throwing her arm around Marlene's shoulder and taking the blondes cup.

Downing the rest of it with a grin.

Marlene rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"Someone's already tipsy." Marlene laughed looking at Melora.

"Had to do some pregame drinking." Melora shrugged with a small smile.

"Marlene, Can we talk." Melora looked over to where the voice came from, to see Dorcas Meadowes.

Marlene looked at Melora for a second and Melora smirked taking her arm off Marlene's shoulder and walking away.

"I'll see ya later Marls." Melora smirked.

"Anyone wanna join never have I ever!?" Yelled a voice, a crowd going in a circle.

Melora smirked walking over and dropping down beside Remus.

At first she hadn't noticed him but she did as she felt someone whisper in her ear.

"Lovely to see you again, princess." Melora's breath caught as she turned to look at Remus.

A blush spreading across her face as she looked at him.

"Lupin." She replied with a clear of her throat as she turned back to the circle.

"Why so formal princess?" Remus quirked a brow, his mouth still hovering over her ear.

Reminding Melora of the week prior in the broom closet.

"I'm not." She replied with a flustered look on her face, as she looked at him.

"I heard you invited Diggory, why's that?" Remus asked with a clenched jaw, Melora finally noticing the anger in his eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak but James cut her off.

"Alright everyone, pay attention!" James Potter yelled with a smirk.

"Who'd like to start off?" James asked, Amos Diggory raised a hand with a smirk and James nodded for him to start it.

"Never have I ever played a drinking game before." Amos smirked, everyone in the circle taking a sip from their drinks.

As the game progressed more people joined and others left, although it seemed Melora was one of the only ones still only tipsy.

Marlene had raised a brow at Melora on multiple occasions when the girl hadn't taken a sip from her drink.

Melora shrugged, looking down with a faint blush.

"Never have I ever sucked dick in the school." Marlene smirked, not taking a sip from her drink looking directly at Melora challengingly.

Melora narrowed her eyes at Marlene but took a sip anyways.

All four Marauders took sips from their drinks, along with a few other boys.

All the girls besides Marlene taking sips from their cups as well.

Lily's eyes practically bulged out of her head when she looked at James.

"Alright, this is for the ladies. Never have I ever done anything sexual with the same sex." Amos smirked, leaning back in his seat.

Melora watched as a few girls took sips from their drinks.

Melora felt eyes burning into her, so she turned her eyes running over the form of a red haired green eyed girl who stared right back.

A small smirk going on the girl's lips as Melora made eye contact with her.

Melora gave a small smile, her mind wandering as she watched the girl take a slow sip of her drink.

Taking her drink off her lips and wiping away the small line of whisky that dribbled down her chin.

Melora looked away, her eyes widening slightly as a faint blush went on her cheeks.

Melora wondering how long she had been staring.

Wondering if the girl had noticed but when she looked back she knew the girl had noticed seeing as her eyes were still set on Melora.

A bright smirk on the red heads lips as she set her cup down.

The red head nodded her head towards the stairs.

Melora looked behind her confused thinking someone was behind her but no one was and when she looked back she saw the red head already up and away from the group.

A smirk on her lips as she waited by the stairs.

Looking directly at Melora.

Melora stood up walking where the red head had disappeared to.

As Melora walked up the stairs she saw the fiery red hair disappear behind a door, Melora immediately catching up to it and opening it.

As she stepped in she was suddenly pressed against a wall, lips pressed harshly against hers.

Melora froze for a second but then kissed back.

The red head pulled away with wide eyes.

“Sorry! You-You’re so pretty! I couldn-” “My names Melora, what's yours?” Melora cut her off with a smirk as her chest heaved slightly.

The girls flustered expression melted away as she realised Melora was fine with it.

“Lily Evans.” She smiled, putting a hand out.

Melora quirked a brow, grabbing the red heads hand but not shaking it, instead shoving it to the red heads side.

Instead letting her other hand go to the red headed chin. Pulling her into a kiss.

The redhead kissed back right away, both girls fighting for dominance until Melora had started backing them up.

Their lips still finally breaking apart as Lily fell back onto the bed with a gasp.

“Never done this before.” Melora chuckled darkly as she pulled her dress of her head.

Melora had worn neither a bra nor panties, something she always did.

Her best friend Leo had dared her once to do it, and now she did it at every party just for the fun of it.

Lily's mouth hanging open as she stared up at Melora.

“Well it sure seems like you have.” Lily replied, her eyes darkening as they moved up Melora’s form.

“What's wrong Petal? Jealous I can figure it out?” Melora retorted leaning down so both hands were on either side of Lily.

Lily smirked suddenly pulling Melora down and flipping her over, so Lily was now sat on Melora’s lap.

Melora letting out a shaky laugh as Lily did so.

Her hands on Melora’s stomach as her dress lifted up to just above her hips.

“No. I’m not jealous.” Lily whispered, her hand running up Melora’s side as Melora’s breath quickened.

“In fact, I think I’m the opposite, seeing as I have you right where I want you.” Lily pressed her lips to Melora’s again. Softer this time.

Melora’s mouth opened as she felt Lily’s hand squeezing her tit, giving Lily enough time to stick her tongue in Melora’s mouth.

Melora letting out a muffled moan as Lily’s fingers pinched her nipple, the other hand resting on the side of the girls head.

Melora’s hands rubbed Lily’s thighs, squeezing every few seconds.

Lily seemed to like that seeing as her hips rolled forward everytime Melora had done it.

Melora’s left hand let go of Lily’s thigh, instead moving up her back slightly until she got until a clump of Lily’s hair.

Pulling her hair back so the girl let out a moan, her bruised and puffy lips leaving Melora’s.

Melora moved so she was now sitting up and Lily’s legs were on either side of the naked girls hips.

“What are we going to do now?” Melora whispered with a smirk as her hand tightened around Lily’s hair, while the other traced over Lily’s bottom lip.

“So pretty like this, aren't you? Such a slut too.” Melora smirked, moving hand to hit Lily’s cheek.

Not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to leave a sting for a few seconds.

Lily let out a breathy moan as she bucked her hips forward onto Melora’s hips.

Melroa letting out a dark chuckle as both hands went to Lily’s hips, holding her down roughly.

“You sure you wanna do this Petal?” Melora asked as one hand moved toward the end of her dress.

Lily nodded rapidly.

“I need you to say it.” Melora replied.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Melora quirked a brow with a grin.

“Yes I want to do this.” Lily breathed out, Melora not wasting anytime.

Her hands pulling Lily’s red dress over her head and connecting her lips to the expanse of Lily’s freckled throat.

Lily tilted her head back as her hands went to wrap around Melora’s neck and hair.

Melora pulled away with a breathless laugh.

“Want you to ride my thigh.” Melora smiled looking at Lily who shivered under Melora’s gaze.

“Bu-but I wanted to show you…..how it feels for a girl to eat you.” Lily breathed out shakily.

“I don’t need that right now. I really need this though.” Melora smiled softly as her hands massaged the sides of Lily’s hips, squeezing ever so slightly.

Lily nodded, moving her body so it all rested on one of Melora’s thighs.

Lily's clothed cunt pressed against Melora’s thigh.

Lily started rolling her hips, slow at first.

Melora’s hands helping the girl's movements.

But soon Melora got bored of how slow Lily was being, instead unclipping Lily’s bra and immediately attaching her lips to Lily’s hard nipple, her other hand squeezing Lily’s other tit.

Lily's breath caught in her throat as Melora bit hard enough for a sting to be left.

Lily’s left hand going to Melora’s clit while her other hand went to Melora’s shoulders.

Melora let out a surprised gasp as Lily’s fingers rubbed circles around the bundle.

Melora’s mouth let go of Lily’s tit, instead going to bite Lily’s shoulder, her eyes closing with a breathy moan.

Lily rubbed faster as her body rolled more against Melora’s.

Her wetness rubbing all over Melora’s thigh.

Melora moaned louder as Lily whimpered in Melora’s lips.

“Gonna cum melora.” Lily whimpered out as she moved faster against Melora’s thigh.

Melora’s head lifted from Lily’s shoulder to look at the girl.

Lips bruised, red hair tousled around her shoulders, a red hue covering her cheeks along with a thin layer of sweat all over the girl.

“Let it out then.” Melora replied with a smirk as she dragged a single digit over Lily’s clit.

Pulling it out as Lily moaned louder, shoving her own finger in her mouth she sucked it clean, keeping eye contact as Lily rode out her orgasm.

Her orgasm wasn’t far behind.

Her breath was getting tighter as Lily’s hand hadn’t moved off her.

No, it had gotten rougher more than anything.

Somehow the redhead that was mumbling incoherently above her was still able to give Melora pleasure.

Melora’s breath caught as her eyes rolled back, along with her head.

Lily’s right hand squeezed at Melora’s tit as Melora’s orgasm took over.

The waves of pleasure increasing as Lily pressed harder.

Melora grinded against Lily’s finger until she finally fell back onto the bed with a breathy giggle, Lily doing the same.

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hi eve! i really loved your last five and was wondering if you’d think about writing regulus’ pov? like the anxiety of seeing his parents and what made kasey be like come sit and let me braid your hair and then the relief of seeing sirius and everyone being okay afterwards and maybe even like the conversation between reg and sirius after all that? thanks!

Ooo, I love this prompt! I'm always down for some Regulus bonding with his new family. This is a followup to this fic, where Sirius confronts his parents. SW credit belongs to @lumosinlove <3

TW for past child abuse (implied), some negative self-talk, beginnings of a panic attack

Weft: /weft/ In weaving, the crosswise threads on a loom over and under which other threads are pressed to make cloth.

Regulus had always been good at hiding. He could press himself into the smallest of spaces—much smaller than Sirius, who had hit his growth spurt at age 13 and didn’t seem to stop, could—and remain there, somewhat comfortable, for a long period of time. He could daydream himself into a nap or kill time until the air cleared of the tension in his mother’s voice. Until his father had marched off into his den, until Sirius knocked lightly on the outside of his burrow to let him know the coast was clear.

He had been scrawny throughout middle school and into the first few years of high school; it was as if his limbs had been put on just wrong, leaving him less graceful than his brother, less proportionate. Then again, Sirius’ training regimens had him looking like a brick wall by age 16. Then again, Sirius was more than six years older than him, though that never seemed to matter to anyone. Then again, he had never been able to stop comparing himself. Nobody had.

Regulus turned the corner and immediately rocked his weight back onto his heels, slipping back into the shadows in one steady slide even as his pulse skyrocketed.

“—cannot throw us onto the street like garbage!” That voice was a whipcrack. Regulus could see her face in his mind’s eye, pinched with fury under the guise of composure. He took a silent breath through his nose, then blew it out through his mouth. The wall was solid against his back.

The security guard sighed. “Look, ma’am, nobody is allowed in the rink before the game. I’m sorry, but those are the rules I’m here to enforce. You either have to stay here in the lobby or leave.”

Regulus heard her snort. “Bring my son to me and we will leave.”

“He’s getting ready with the rest of the team right—”

“I’m not here for Sirius,” she said disdainfully. Regulus’ stomach dropped to the floor so fast he thought he might faint, right there in the middle of the hall. She knows.

The thought came with a kind of sharp clarity usually reserved for religious experiences or getting smacked upside the head by your brother’s slapshot. If they found him, they would cause problems. They would throw a fit worthy of an Oscar, and Sirius would be angry, Sirius would be upset, and like always Regulus would try to stay quiet so the situation never escalated and go along with whatever they told him and—

His teeth began to chatter as he hurried down the hall at a brisk walk, forcing himself back from a run. He couldn’t risk being overheard. In the back of his mind, he imagined his father’s footsteps coming ever closer and the click of his mother’s sensible heels that probably cost more than a month’s rent at Leo’s apartment. His stomach shook and flopped over on itself like a dying seal.

No, he thought as he picked up the pace, keeping his jaw tight and his eyes focused forward. Anywhere he went, they would find him. The PT room would be locked—he didn’t know the new woman well enough to ask to hide there. The bathrooms would be too easy for them to track down. The locker room…

Regulus felt his thoughts stutter to a halt even as his feet carried him through a labyrinth of linoleum halls. Sirius didn’t know. Sirius had no fucking clue that his worst nightmare was within a hundred kilometers of him, ten kilometers, one. Regulus exhaled hard and made a sharp right turn.

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Leo gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze as he passed, and then the door shut. Regulus could hear their voices in the hall for a moment before they faded, leaving him in a silent locker room with his arms crossed over his chest and dozens of eyes on him. “Regulus,” Dumo said. Regulus stared at the door and willed the tears back. Coward, his mind hissed. There was a rustling noise before a hand brushed his elbow. The Lions were the touchiest team he had ever met; somehow, he didn’t mind as much anymore. “Viens ici.”

“Ils vont lui faire du mal.” They’re going to hurt him. He kept his voice soft, but heard a sharp intake of breath from someone to his left and closed his eyes.

Dumo’s hand steadied on his elbow. “They won’t.”

Regulus shook his head, tightening his hold on himself. He wished he had worn his hoodie to give himself something to pick at. “You don’t know them.”

“Mon fils,” Dumo said. “You think any of those boys would let someone hurt their captain?”

His feet were rooted to the floor, but some of the pressure in his abdomen released. The mere idea of any of the Lions letting someone lay a hand on Sirius was simply impossible. “How did they know?” he whispered.

A moment of quiet passed; Regulus could feel himself shivering. “I don’t know,” Dumo answered, moving his hand to rest between Regulus’ shoulder blades.

Salt burned his eyes. “Everywhere I go, they find me.”

“We can fix that.”

“After All-Stars, I thought—” Regulus pressed his lips together as familiar self-loathing reared its head. “I should have changed my phone number. I—merde, I knew something like this was going to happen. That fucking video—”

“Come sit,” Dumo interrupted, still calm. “Have some water. We can’t fix anything right now, ouais?”

Regulus resisted the tug on his arm. “I need to help him.”

“You need to stay here.” He looked to the side and found Logan looking back him. His face was flushed with anger, but it wasn’t directed at Regulus. “Sirius has everyone he needs with him right now.”

The words seemed to physically pain Logan, and Regulus wanted to snap at him, but couldn’t bring himself to deny it. Logan was too much of a hothead to enter that kind of delicate situation, where the smallest edge of emotion would be ripped to shreds. Regulus certainly wouldn’t make things better—if he went out there, he had no doubt things would light up faster than a torch on gasoline. His mother would sink her fangs in, and Sirius…Sirius’ off-ice temper could tolerate a lot, but Regulus wasn’t willing to find its limits.

It still hurt to follow Dumo back to his stall and fold himself in the unfamiliar seat.

“Drink.” A waterbottle tapped his shoulder. Regulus glanced up suspiciously, and Winter rolled his eyes. “It’s Gatorade. You look like you’re about to hurl.”

“I might,” Regulus muttered, though he unscrewed the cap and took a sip all the same. Low conversation had started up again in some corners of the room; the air was bitter with tension. Three seats down, Finn’s leg was still bouncing at light speed, and Logan’s burning gaze was fixed on the door like he was going to rush it any second. Regulus couldn’t blame him.

Winter sat down in the empty stall next to him with a heavy sigh and stretched his legs out. “I’ve got a question, baby Black.” Regulus cocked an eyebrow. “Is the hair genetic, or do you have some sort of routine? Cause I asked your brother and he was an asshole about it.”

Someone snorted. Regulus just stared at him. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Do I look like I joke about good hair?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Do you not wash your hair?”

Winter leaned his elbows on his knees. “Are you trying to give me the same ‘I just wash it’ bullshit Sirius did?”

My brother is possibly getting his ass kicked by our parents and this motherfucker is asking about my hair. Regulus began to wonder what kind of cosmic fuckup he had been in a past life to deserve the Lions. “Yes, Winter, I just wash it. Like a normal person.”

“You’re not gonna get it out of them, Kase,” Jackson Nadeau half-laughed.

“There’s nothing to ‘get out’,” Regulus protested. “What, do you think Sirius lied to you?”

“Yes,” several voices chorused. Winter rolled his eyes. “Come on, nobody has hair that nice naturally.”

“It’s just how it is,” Regulus insisted. “Dumo, you know this.”

But Dumo, the traitor, just raised his hands with a smile and said nothing. “I never would have pegged you as the type to keep family secrets,” Winter mused. “And if you keep calling me ‘Winter’, I’ll keep calling you ‘Black’, and it’s going to get confusing.”

Regulus blinked. “What else would you call me?”

“Jesus, kid, ever heard of a nickname, or are the Snakes pretentious enough to ignore that tradition, too?” Something must have shown through Regulus’ careful mask, because Winter’s face softened. “Call me Kasey. Or Kase, or Bliz, or whatever. Winter makes me feel old.”

“You can call him ‘honeybear’,” Finn suggested around a grin.

Winter—Kasey, Regulus corrected—fixed him with a glare. “There’s one person on earth that can call me that, and it sure as hell ain’t you.”

“Oh, sorry, lemme just call Alex real quick—”

“You little shit—”

“I thought your girlfriend’s name was Natalie?” Regulus instantly regretted his words as everyone turned to look at him. “I—sorry, I must have misheard.”

Kasey cleared his throat, blushing slightly, and Regulus saw Logan bite down a smile. “Natalie is my girlfriend. And Finn’s brother, Alex, is my boyfriend.”

“Oh. Sorry, Sirius didn’t mention it.”

“Leo never told you?”

“We don’t make a habit of gossiping, no.”

“That is such a lie,” Logan snorted. He quirked an eyebrow. “What, Bliz, did you think he was going to be weird about it?”

“No,” Kasey scoffed.

“I told you he was cool.”

Regulus frowned. “You talk about me?”

Logan gave him a strange look. “You’re my boyfriend’s best friend and my brother’s brother. Of course I talk about you.”

“Why would you do that?” Regulus asked, suddenly wary. He wasn’t stupid. The Lions and the Snakes had never gotten along well, and he hadn’t been the nicest person even a year prior. The video of him bashing Sirius—dirty players, him and his Cubs—was still circulating the internet like wildfire under his name. It wasn’t like Regulus had ever been the most approachable person, either. He had barely spoken to half the team.

“Because Cap brags about you all the time and we have to keep up,” Kasey said after a half-beat of awkward silence. To Regulus’ surprise, there was nothing but honesty in his expression. “And Leo talks about you when you guys hang out. It’s just regular shit, nothing—”

A tumble of shouts echoed down the hall and Regulus was on his feet in a heartbeat, every muscle seizing. “No—”

“Attendre!” Dumo caught Logan around the chest two steps to the door and planted a hand on Regulus’ shoulder. Every breath took effort. “Wait.”

“That came from the rink,” Logan snapped.

“Wait,” Dumo repeated. No more noise reached through the door and Regulus’ mind began to spiral. Sirius was hurt. It was all his fault. His parents had won. They were on their way, and Remus and James and Leo had betrayed him.

Yet instead of more shouting, he heard Sirius’ voice. The words were incomprehensible through the door and the distance, but his tone was clipped and calm and clear. He didn’t sound like he was in any sort of pain. He sounded like he was in control.

“Finn, can you check?” Dumo asked without budging a muscle, as if he could read Regulus’ mind.

Finn crossed the room with a hard swallow and slipped out the door; the three seconds he was gone felt like a lifetime, and Regulus felt his shivering return. The door closed with hardly a sound. “They’re fine,” Finn said. “They’re—everyone’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Did they hurt him?” Regulus asked before Finn could answer. He was terrified, paralyzed to the spot. If the answer was yes, he knew his temper would get the better of him, Dumo’s hold be damned. No more hiding, he swore to himself. No more hovering just beneath the surface.

“No. Cap’s…he’s talking to them. Just talking.”

A collective pressure lifted from the room and Regulus closed his eyes. “Thank you.”

Dumo gave him a gentle nudge back toward the stalls and Regulus felt a different hand guide him over; Kasey was watching the door intently, even as he ushered Regulus to sit on the floor. “Stay.”

“For what?”

“I need to do a science experiment.”

Regulus ducked out of the way, alarmed. “On me?”

“I need to see whether your hair looks better because I braid mine too much.”

“You…what?” Too much was happening, far too fast. Regulus needed to curl up under a blanket for at least an hour and not talk to anyone.

Kasey finally looked at him. His brows was furrowed and the set of his mouth read ‘worry’ like an open book, but one corner tugged up. “Nat braids my hair before games, and then I stick my helmet on. I know it’s not the helmet ‘cause Cap’s stolen that and it didn’t do jack shit. The braids have to be the answer.”

Regulus stared at him, dumbstruck. “You want to braid my hair.”

“For science,” Kasey confirmed.

“My hair.”

“It’s longer than Cap’s, so yeah.”

“I—” Regulus glanced at Logan, who shrugged from his place tucked against Finn’s side. He shifted, then settled his weight back. He could either keep staring at the door and fight the urge to cause more problems, or he could entertain his racing thoughts with the most bizarre thing to ever happen to him. Kasey seemed to need the distraction as well. “…okay.”

“I usually have two, is that cool?”

“I can’t say I care,” Regulus answered honestly, drawing a smattering of laughter from the others. That was new. People didn’t usually laugh around him, unless he was the butt of the joke. None of them looked like they were making fun of him, though.

Kasey’s hands were surprisingly gentle as he took a few too-long strands from the front and began weaving them back, over and under in simple motions that Regulus could feel with each light tug. It was a decent feeling, when he relaxed into it; nobody gave them a second look. He could sort of understand why Sirius liked it so much when Remus touched his hair.

The braids were short, barely reaching the back of his neck—Kasey left the ends loose and started working on the other one without skipping a beat. Regulus could feel the finished one loosening already as small wisps spilled back out over the shell of his ear. A shriek he knew well echoed from the rink and he flinched, but Kasey touched his shoulder lightly and just kept on working. “Chill,” he said. It reminded him more than a little of the way Sirius said ‘deep breaths’ when nightmares sent him to the kitchen in the early hours of the morning.

Regulus felt a tap on his arm a few seconds later. “Done?”

“Done. I’m gonna get them out now and see if that did anything.” He nodded and felt a light pull before the braid came undone. Kasey huffed. “Damn.”

“I told you, that’s not how it works.”

“Yeah, well, a man can hope. Maybe if I do it tighter.”

The silent question prodded the back of Regulus’ mind. It’ll be weird, the same voice that told him he would never live up to Sirius’ shiny captain glory whispered.

It might be fun. The thought brought the shadow of a smile to his face. “Maybe,” Regulus said, crossing his legs.

Kasey had barely brought the front strands back before the locker room door opened and six players stumbled in together. Sirius was visibly shaking, but his expression was full of nothing but shock and joy; behind him, James’ smug smile could have powered the city for a hundred years. Sirius’ eyes zeroed in on him and Regulus beamed, watching his shoulders sag. Dumo caught him in a half-collapse, half-hug right at the entrance.

Regulus’ throat was tight as he got to his feet and closed the space between them. Sirius let go of Dumo and dragged him in right away with a harsh exhale, gripping Regulus so tight he might’ve left bruises. “It’s done,” he said hoarsely. Sheer relief washed like ice water through Regulus’ veins and he clung to Sirius’ shoulders. “It’s done, it’s okay—”

“You’re okay.” Regulus sniffed back tears and felt Sirius’ chest cave. “Fuck, I can’t believe you—what did you do?”

“I don’t even know,” Sirius answered, a little hysterical. “I don’t care. They left. I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t have let them take you, Reg, I swear.”

Regulus squeezed his eyes shut and clutched Sirius’ jersey until his knuckles ached. “I know. But they can’t have you, either.”

[bellsarefun]

Alive [Bad Batch: Crosshair x Injured! Reader]

【ｓｅｒｉｅｓ：Part 3 of the Injured Bad Batch Series】

【ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Crosshair x Female! Bounty Hunter! Reader】

【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13 and sfw! The reader uses she/her pronouns! There are mentions of injury and blood!】

【ａ／ｎ：This was originally requested by Anonymous to have just an Echo headcanon, but I wanted to do one of these for all the boys so this is part 3 of 5!】

I could feel the wind whipping past my body. The feeling of my stomach flipping over and over filled me with fear. I was falling. I was falling with nothing to save myself with.

I would hit the ground soon.

The world spun by so fast around me, I closed my eyes.

I waited for the impact that would be the end of (Y/N) the bounty hunter.

Would it hurt? Would I hit the ground and be struck with pain? Or would I simply blip into darkness? One simple misstep, a slip of my foot caused me to tumble off the side. How stupid of me.

The sharp reeling sound forced my eyes open, a chord from above—so fast I almost missed it—latched onto my harness. The metal claws digging into the leather around my chest in an attempt to save me.

'The whiplash.' The only thought I could think of before blacked out, hearing the chord pull taught. I didn't feel any pain.

Crosshair paused for a moment, contemplation rippling across his face. His eyes turned down toward his lap and he leaned back in his chair. But, then there was pain. It was all over my body, aching and throbbing with every thump of my heart. My mind spun and writhed in agony, the back of my head felt like a hammer was pounding into my skull. I was alive.

The darkness hadn't lifted, but I could feel warmth. I could feel my mind swirling, trying to make sense of my surroundings but it simply slipped back into inky blankness—I wonder when next I woke, would I be alive still?

"How is she, Tech?" That was Hunter's voice. I know it anywhere. I was still alive or at least I hoped I was. How much time had passed? How long had it been? Through the pounding of my head I heard the faint clicking of a holopad.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, the light assaulting my eyes and causing the world to spin around me. Only the blurriest of shapes danced across my vision.

"She's stable, but her head injury is severe." That was Tech's voice. he continued speaking but my hearing grew fuzzy and unable to discern any more of his words. I sunk back into the comfort of the dark and felt my eyelids drop, but this time my mind struggled to stay awake.

Was Crosshair safe? He almost was hit by those rocks. Was he okay? Was everyone okay? For kriff's sake, stay awake! I have to stay awake. But, I couldn't seem too.

"You idiot. You're a complete utter idiot." Crosshair. He was okay. I could feel the weight of my eyelids, I tried to open them again. "What did I tell you, dikut?"

Mando'a. The word for idiot. His favourite nickname for me.

I could feel my hand. He squeezed it three times. It was our code for 'I love you.' He never was good with words. Always opted for backhanded comments or the occasional bickering instead.

I tried to move any one of my limbs, but I simply couldn't. It was like every ounce of strength I could muster was quickly zapped away by the throbbing in my head. But, I couldn't leave Crosshair without trying.

I used what strength I had left, my mind was slipping away again, and curled my fingers around his. I couldn't see him, but I pictured his face clearly. Intense brown eyes. The tattoo around his right eye. His soft grey hair. A toothpick sitting between his lips. I would wake up soon, I simply had too.

The feeling of a blanket draped over my body greeted me when I woke once again. It was warm and safe, bringing a new found strength back into me. The pain in my head was dull but the pressure was still there, the tips of my fingers tingling slightly.

I blinked my eyes open, the lights above me blinding me for a moment. I tried looking around, but could only make out shapes of white. The smell of cleaner and bleach filled my nose.

How long was I out for? How long had it been? What happened?

"(Y/N), wake up. Just wake up." Came a small whisper from the side of me. "They said you'd be fine, so just wake up already." My eyes flickered toward the left side of my bed. Crosshair was sitting with his eyes turned down toward the edges of my blanket.

There was an edge to his voice that was so small that anyone could miss it. My lips curled up into the smallest of smiles, my mouth opened to speak.

"Hey, Cross." My voice was hoarse and rough. suffice to say it didn't sound pleasant.

Crosshair's head shot up within less that a second, amber eyes staring into my own. I tried moving, but the woozy feeling in my head caused me to wince and stop my attempt all together.

"Easy, the medics have you pumped full of medicine." Crosshair commented, his eyebrows knitting together on his face in one of his classic looks. "You're an idiot, do you know that?" I simply hummed in agreement and blinked my eyes a few more times to get a better sense of the room.

The medbay on Kamino, I'm surprised they even let me in.

"Yes, yes, Cross, I know. I should've gotten you and me safely out of the way of those rocks. But, being a said idiot, my foot slipped."

"At least you remember what happened. I was sure that knock would get rid of anymore of your common sense." Crosshair said with a scoff, leaning back in his chair to get a full look at me.

I hummed, forcing down the urge to retort.

"How long was I out for? I remember falling, a chord catching me, then nothing after that."

"I shot the chord after you fell, it caught your harness, but it wasn't enough to stop the whiplash from hitting your head against a nearby rock." I rubbed the back of my head to feel bandages keeping the sizable bump safely wrapped.

"Certainly feels like that. Where are the others? Are they okay?"

"You should be more worried about yourself, the others are fine. They aren't completely incompetent." My hand fell to rest on my lap, my eyes glaring toward him.

"What's with you all of a sudden? Don't blame this on me, Cross. It was an accident."

"Accidents like that could've gotten you killed, (Y/N). I can take care of myself without you mothering me every second. You're lucky I caught you this time."

"Mothering you?" I echoed incredulously, there was a hot flash of anger beginning to pool in the pit of my stomach. "Mothering you? You're an impossible man, Cross. One minute it's I'm not enough another it's too much. What do you want from me?"

"I want you to know I can take care of myself, (Y/N). I'm not some lost nat-born child."

"I know you can, I'm not saying you can't."

"Then why do you throw yourself into these situations?"

"I don't try too, you know that."

"You look for trouble, it follows you everywhere."

"We're at war, you're a sniperm I'm a bounty hunter for kriff's sake nothing isn't going to be dangerous!"

"I will not be the reason you die. I can't. I will not let that happen."

I opened my mouth until one of the medical droids reached the side of my bed within seconds.

"Miss, please lay back down, you're going to pull out your IV." The robotic voice broke through my thoughts and I looked down at my wrist.

I paused for a moment, my anger dissipating as fast as the words on my tongue. I hadn't noticed I was going to pull my IV from my hand.

Crosshair paused for a moment, contemplation rippling across his face. His eyes turned down toward his lap and he leaned back in his chair.

I nodded to the droid quietly and leaned back onto the bed, the IV line growing slack once again. The droid adjusted the tube before returning elsewhere in the med bay.

We sat in silence for what felt like a minute before I spoke.

"I'm sorry, Cross. I didn't know you felt that way about it- I-" My mind struggled to find the right words.

"I'm sorry too." His voice was so quiet.

"I don't want to see you hurt because of me." Crosshair said under his breath, in almost a whisper. "Kriff's sake, (Y/N), I love you. But, you always place my wellbeing in front of your own. What happens to me if you die? What'll that mean for me?"

I looked down at my hands, I could feel the blood running through the wound in the back of my head.

"I don't know, Cross."

I was a bounty hunter, I lived a dangerous life. It was all I knew. Crosshair lived a dangerous life, he was fighting in an impossible war. It was all he knew. But, now we had something together that forced us to see reason to live. That was terrifying.

"I didn't know this is how you felt, I just wanted to keep you safe like you do for me. You're always watching out for me through that scope of yours. I wanted to do the same."

"Our line of work is never going to be safe, but for kriff's sake, don't go throwing yourself into every reckless option. Save that for that meathead, Wrecker."

I couldn't help but giggle softly, even though it caused my head pain.

"I'll leave that to him from now on, I can't let you sprout more grey hairs." I said with a small laugh and Crosshair rolled his eyes at the comment. He stood from his seat.

"My hair is naturally grey, dikut." He said sharply, placing a soft kiss onto my lips which I smiled into happily. Crosshair's kisses were always sharp and precise with drive behind every single one.

When he pulled away I was left almost breathless.

I carefully held out a hand, Crosshair took it as he sat back in his seat, and I squeezed three times. He responded with his signature three squeezes back.

No sooner than he did, four familiar faces entered the med bay and greeted us with cheerful, relieved smiles.

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Like a dream - Kaz Brekker

Request: yes “Hello dear! Could I request an x reader with Kaz Brekker where he and the reader touch for the first time? I know that his touch aversion is a big deal so I imagine touching for the first time is a huge goal.” Pairing:  Kaz Brekker x reader Summary:  You had a dream in which you felt Kaz’ fingers on your skin, and it felt real but too good to be true. Until you tell Kaz about your dream the next morning. Warnings: mentions of Kaz’ touch aversion but that’s it Word count:  2K A/N: I still cannot get over the fact that freddy is the PERFECT kaz everyday I wake up and go hmmm yea he’s the perfect kaz <3 enjoy reading! 

Nights off in Ketterdam are rare. Normally, you always run off to do whatever activities you couldn’t do on a daily basis. But tonight, you’re tired. You don’t want to waste a rare night off by sleeping.

But given you’re too tired to actually do anything, and too stubborn to go to bed, you’re currently sitting on the couch in Kaz’ office. You’re curled up on one side and reading a book. 

Or rather, you’re trying to read a book. You keep re-reading the same words and occasionally your chin drops to your chest. But you fight off your tired body, telling yourself you should enjoy this rare peaceful moment in the Barrel. 

Kaz is sitting at his desk, frowning as he looks over several detailed maps of the city, silently mouthing words as he’s thinking. Every once in a while, you lower your book to sneak a glance at him. He’s so concentrated he doesn’t notice you. At least, you don’t think he does. 

Every time you look at him, Kaz feels your eyes on him. He then waits a minute or so before looking your way. 

Kaz rarely has a good night’s sleep, and everyone knows he’s not the one to just take naps during the day. He can tell you’re not like him. More than once you’d fallen asleep on his couch, and he doubts tonight is going to be any different. 

After a couple more minutes of you trying to read but not turning a page of your book, Kaz speaks up.

‘You can stay here tonight, if you’d like.’ he says.

You look up to see him looking at the maps in front of him. You smile and shake your head, though he doesn’t see it.

‘No, it’s fine.’ you say. ‘I’ll just go to my own room before I fall asleep.’

Kaz nods and you turn your attention back to the book in your hands. Though you’re tired, you don’t feel like going to your own room just yet. Moments like these with Kaz are rare, and you intend to enjoy every minute of alone time you can get with him. 

Most of the times it’s hard to get his mind off business even when it’s just the two of you. A lot of the conversations you have somehow always end up to be about whatever job he was planning in his head.

But moments like these had always been your favorite. Both you and Kaz just doing separate things, but still enjoying each other’s presence. You wished every night could be like this.

Your eyes move slower and slower across the page, looking at the words but  not remembering them. Your blinking turns into shutting your eyes for several seconds until eventually, sleep takes over.

When Kaz doesn’t hear from you or feel your eyes on him for a while, he looks up at you. His features soften when his eyes fall on you, asleep on the couch, still holding the book you were reading in your hand. 

He takes the small watch out of his pocket. You fought sleep off longer than he thought you would. 

Kaz stands up and walks over to you. He carefully takes off your boots, trying not to wake you. After placing them on the ground next to the couch, he takes the book out of your hands, marks the page and sets it aside as well. He shrugs off his coat and places it over your body as a blanket.

You stir and mumble a very sleepy ‘m not tired’, which makes Kaz smile. Soon after the words left your lips, your breathing turns slow and steady, and Kaz makes his way to the sink to was his face and hands before getting ready for bed as well.

He takes his time as he slowly tugs off the gloves and washes his hands. Kaz splashes some water in his face and runs a hand through his hair. When he crosses the office to get to his room, he stops to look at you one last time.

You look very peaceful, asleep on his couch and with his coat covering the majority of your body. He walks over to you and notices that one of your hands is on the couch next to your head.

You knew of his touch aversion, and Kaz is convinced he couldn’t find anyone else who was as patient as you are. You’d been together for quite some time, but hadn’t done as much as holding hands. You’d never even felt each other’s skin. 

Often, Kaz felt guilty about it. You both had human needs and desires, and he’d told you time and time again you should just find someone else who could give you what he couldn’t. But you always smiled and told him you’d rather wait a thousand years for him, than leave him for someone else only because they would be able to touch you. 

You’d tell him touch was just one form of a love language. And his love language simply wasn’t touch. You'd tell him about all the times he’d shown you he loved you without touching you. Looking out for you, having your back on jobs, small gifts or even just bringing you coffee in the morning. 

But now that he’s looking at you, Kaz feels yet again guilty. He wants to give you everything you want, he wants to touch you, but he just couldn't. Every time he’d touched someone’s skin, it had almost catastrophic results for him.

His eyes focus on your hand as he thinks of you. He wants to touch you, to feel your skin. 

After standing there for what feels like an eternity, Kaz slowly inches closer to you and reaches out a hand towards yours. He takes a few deep breaths in, trying to calm himself and pushing the memories away. 

He lets his index finger hover above your hand. And then he slowly lowers his finger, until his finger tip touches the palm of your hand. Kaz takes a deep breath and softly traces his finger across the palm of your hand. 

While still sleeping, you unknowingly curls your pinky around his finger. 

Kaz slowly pulls away, but with a smile on his face. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t have a panic attack, he didn't faint, he didn’t completely lose it. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. 

Feeling somewhat relieved, Kaz enters his room to go to sleep as well.

When you wake up the next morning, the first thing you notice is Kaz’ coat. It smells like him, and it makes you smile to yourself. You know this is something he’d never admit to doing if he was around others. He only ever let his guard down around you. 

You get up, wrapping his coat around you as you tiptoe over to the door to his room. You carefully open it, trying to make as little noise as possible. Kaz is till fast asleep, sprawled out on his stomach. You resist the urge of snuggling up next to him and close the door again.

After putting on your boots and leaving Kaz’ coat behind, you head downstairs to get a pot of coffee and two mugs. Luckily it’s not that busy this early in the morning, and no one notices your messy hair or the fact you’re still in last night clothes. If anyone would see you, you just knew they would tease you about it for the rest of the week.

You head back up the stairs, holding the coffee in one hand and the two mugs in the other. You can hear stumbling in some of the rooms you pass on your way up as the residents of the Slat starts to wake up. 

Upon arriving at Kaz’ floor, you push the door open with your shoulder. While you were downstairs, Kaz had woken up. He’s standing next to his desk and putting on his gloves.

‘Morning.’ you say as you walk over to the desk and set the coffee and the mugs down. ‘I was early, so it’s still fresh.’

You sit down in the chair in front of his desk and pour the coffee in the mugs. Kaz sits down behind his desk as you hand him his coffee. You take a sip of the warm drink and close your eyes.

‘You always do that.’ Kaz points out. You open your eyes to look at him. ‘I always do what?’ you say. ‘Closing your eyes when you take that first sip of coffee in the morning.’ he says. ‘Well, what can I say, everyone needs their coffee in the morning, so why not enjoy it?’ you say.

Kaz takes a sip of his coffee and pulls one of the maps he had been studying toward him. At the sight of his gloved fingers, you suddenly remember last night.

‘I dreamt about you last night.’ you say. ‘Hmm did you?’ mumbles Kaz as he looks at the map.

‘Yea.’ you say. ‘I dreamt you touched my hand, without gloves.’

Kaz looks up at you but you’re focused on your hands. You’re tracing one of you fingers over the palm of your hand.

‘You traced your finger over my hand, like that.’ you say, repeating the motion. ‘It felt so real, for a moment after I woke up, I thought it wasn't a dream. But that’s a stupid thing to think.’

‘It’s not stupid.’ says Kaz. ‘Because it wasn’t a dream.’

You finally look up at him. He looks at you in that same calm way he always looks at you. Your eyes widen as you realise what he’d just said.

‘It wasn’t a dream?’ you say, repeating his words. ‘But why- how?’

Kaz shrugs. ‘You seemed so peaceful last night. I couldn’t resist.’ he says. 

You start to grin after hearing his words, making him raise his eyebrows in question at you.

‘Kaz Brekker, you couldn’t resist touching someone’s skin?’ you say. ‘You never touch someone’s skin, not even mine, and now you’re telling me last night you couldn’t resist it?’

Kaz takes another sip of his coffee, as you’re waiting for his answer. 

‘I can’t help but to let down my walls around you.’ says Kaz. ‘You’re the only one who has ever seen my hands.' 

‘I’m going to count that as a love confession.’ you say and Kaz shakes his head but chuckles as well. 

‘I’m proud of you, Kaz.’ you say after a while. ‘That must have been everything but easy for you.’

‘It certainly wasn’t easy.’ admits Kaz. ‘But I’m willing to try and see how far I can go. For you.’ 

You smile and take a sip of your coffee. The two of you finish your coffee in silence, enjoying each other’s company before the daily chaos of the Slat starts.  You’re looking out the window, your chin resting on your hand.

‘Y/N?’ says Kaz, getting your attention, and you turn to face him. Your eyes follow his line of sight and you notice he’s taken his gloves off.

‘Kaz.’ you say, gentle but firm. ‘You do not have to do anything you don’t want to or aren’t comfortable with.’ 

‘I know.’ says Kaz, still looking at his hands. ‘But I trust you.’

You watch his hands as one of them slowly inches closer to your hand on the table. Neither of you is saying anything, the both of you just silently watching your hands. 

And then you feel Kaz’ fingers brush over yours. It’s only a few seconds, and then he pulls away again, immediately pulling his gloves back on. You smile as you look at your fingers, trying to hold the moment of the feeling of his fingers against yours.

‘It’s not much but-’ ‘It’s enough for me.’ you say, interrupting him.

Kaz looks at you and you smile at him. ‘You are enough for me.’ you say. ‘This is all I ever want, Kaz, you’re all I want.’

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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When They Find That You’ve Fainted ~ NCT 127 Reaction

Taeil:

After you promised for the thousandth time that you’d be alright in his studio whilst Taeil went off to a meeting, he finally made his way to meet with the staff, trusting that you’d been alright. However, midway through his meeting, the sight of Yuta barging through the door instantly caused Taeil to jump. “You need to come!”

“Why? What’s happened?” Taeil yelled, chasing after Yuta who refused to speak, saving his energy to make sure that Taeil could get to your studio as quickly as possible. His heart stopped when he walked through the door and saw you laid out.

Yuta took a step back as Taeil knelt down beside you, resting his hand over yours. His eyes closed as he tried to warm your hand up, whispering down to you to open your eyes, staying by your side until eventually you did just that.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, noticing Taeil leaning above you straight away, “aren’t you supposed to be in your meeting by now?”

“Do you not realise what’s just happened?” He asked, rolling his eyes as your head shook back at him. “Y/N, you fainted, I had to leave the meeting and come and see you. Anything could have happened, are you alright?”

You nodded back at him, “don’t worry about me, you should probably get back to your meeting before you get in trouble.”

“The meeting doesn’t matter, making sure you’re alright is what’s important.”

Taeyong:

His body felt numb as Taeyong watched you fall in front of him as the two of you began to prepare for your evening together. He placed the plates he held onto the table as quickly as he could before kneeling down to your side. His hand brushed over your face as he tried to figure out what was going on to cause you to faint.

“What’s happened,” he whimpered, laying your body out into a position that he hoped would be more comfortable for you. Taeyong had picked up on your body failing you a few times, but never did he imagine that it would amount to this.

The guilt struck him hard as he stayed by your side, waiting for you to stir. After a few minutes, tiny groans came from you as a result of the throbbing pain in the back of your head and the aches that ran down your body.

“It hurts,” you whispered as your eyes locked with Taeyong’s. His hands moved around your waist to move you to rest into his lap.

“What’s been going on?” He asked, running a hand through your hair, “I knew that you’d been struggling, but I never realised that things could have ever got as bad as they have done for you Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

Your head shook back at him, “you have no reason to be sorry, I guess I should have been taking better care of myself.”

“I’m going to take care of you now and make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Johnny:

As soon as he came home, he was met with yells of his name and scolding after scolding for having his phone turned off throughout the day. Haechan and Taeyong took both of his hands and pulled him through into his dorm where your body was laid out on his bed. “We found her on the floor, we tried to call you.”

“She fainted?” Johnny questioned, almost as if the situation that was unfolding in front of him wasn’t real. He took an anxious step closer to your body, barely able to look at you. “I’ll take care of it from here, thank you guys.”

The boys all filed out of the room, closing the door behind themselves whilst Johnny made his way over to the bed and sat beside it. He sat and waited impatiently until he spotted a wiggle in your finger that started your movement.

“J-johnny?” You questioned, feeling a warm hand rest over the one that you were trying to move as your eyes slowly opened to see him.

“I’m here,” he assured you, trying to give you as much space as he could. “Just take things slow,” he added once he noticed you trying to move your body. “You’ve fainted Y/N, just give yourself a moment to settle.”

Your head nodded back at him, “I didn’t realise that I fainted,” you whispered, “you must think I’m a right idiot at the moment.”

“Not at all, these things happen. Just take a moment, you’ll be alright.”

Yuta:

A strange pair of arms caught your body as you tumbled at the side of the stage of the performance, with several members of staff trying to shield the sight from the boys. The quick eyes of Taeil however had clocked the commotion immediately, racing over to get Yuta and push him in the direction of the exit.

“Why?” He questioned, but Taeil didn’t reply, instead he turned him around to see you laid out on the cold floor with the staff all around you. Yuta turned to head back on stage, conflicted, but Taeil told him to go, and not look back.

The staff all took a step back as Yuta appeared, taking a seat beside you. He threw his microphone to one side, replacing it with the feel of your hand in his as he sat and waited until your eyes opened to relax himself.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you whispered as soon as you noticed that Yuta was beside you, “you’re supposed to be on stage.”

“The stage doesn’t matter,” he chuckled, brushing the hair out of your face, “the fans can survive without me on the stage, but you’re the one that needs me right now. You’ve just fainted after all Y/N, you need me.”

You closed your eyes shamefully, “I’ve ruined your performance, Yuta, I’m so sorry. You probably hate me right now.”

“I don’t, I love you, I just wish that this didn’t have to happen.”

Doyoung:

Everything he found from the internet that was suggested to help someone who had fainted was by your side as Dongyoung sat down and played the waiting game. It was torture for him, he had no idea how long he had to wait for you to wake up and was clueless as to how you’d be when you woke up too.

“Come on,” he whispered, sitting back down once everything was set for when you’d wake. Whilst he knew your body would stir when it was ready, it didn’t change the pain that Dongyoung felt having to wait for you.

After what felt like an eternity, sitting around and waiting for you to wake and move, Dongyoung let go of a sigh of relief when your eyes opened and looked around at all the items that were around your body.

“What’s all this?” You questioned, trying to take it all in, “why have you got all of this about, I’m not hurt or anything.”

“Y/N, you fainted,” he frowned, shaking his head down at you. “I’ve been sat here worried sick for ages. I searched up all of the things that I could to help you when you woke. Do you want a drink, it’s supposed to help?”

You held your hand up as Dongyoung tried to pass you the glass, “I know you’re worried, but just give me a minute, please.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I need to stop worrying so much, you’re right.”

Jaehyun:

There was an uncomfortable silence in the apartment as Yoonoh walked through the door, noticing that the television was on standby. His eyebrows knitted together as he walked further into the room to try and find you, feeling his stomach drop when he walked down and saw you laid out across the middle of the room.

“Y/N Jagi!” He yelled, leaping over the sofa and down to your side. He reached from the sofa to pull down one of the blankets and drape it delicately over your body to try and help you in any way that he could.

He didn’t move at all, with his eyes firmly watching you as he waited for any sign from you. With steady breaths, he waited as patiently as he could for the first sign from you, as your eyes slowly opened and looked around.

“Why am I on the floor?” You asked once you were able to speak, noticing Yoonoh at your side. “Why’s there a blanket on me too?”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, “I came home, and you’d passed out Y/N, that’s what happened. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Water? Food? Do you want me to turn the light off?”

“I don’t want anything,” you whispered, biting down on your bottom lip, “I think I just need a minute to process what’s just happened.”

“That’s alright, take all the time you need, we’re not in any rush at all.”

Jungwoo:

The light on in the living room caught his attention as soon as he walked through the front door. Jungwoo called out your name, excited to finally see you, however as he was met with silence, he felt his heart sunk. Jungwoo followed the trail of light, however as he did, he was sure hoping that he decided not to.

“Please,” was the only word he could mumble as he noticed you laid out on the ground with your phone and water bottle beside you, having fallen from your hands. Jungwoo moved them out of the way, replacing them with himself.

His eyes shut for most of the time whilst Jungwoo waited for you to wake up, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you until he felt the squeeze of your hand against his, opening up his eyes to see you looking back at him.

“Are you tired?” You asked as if the last few minutes hadn’t occurred. “I’ve been awake for ages, and you were fast asleep.”

A gentle chuckle of relief came from him, “I just couldn’t look at you in the way that you were, if I closed my eyes, I hoped that none of this would be real. But how are you feeling, do you want me to get you anything.”

Your head shook back at him, “I was on my way to get lunch when I fell, but I think I’ve lost my appetite a bit now.”

“You still have to look after yourself, I’ll sort you something out Y/N.”

Mark:

The moment he got the text from Taeil to let him know what had happened, Mark raced back to the dorm as quickly as he could. His heart settled slightly when he arrived to see that the boys had helped you as best as they could, with a pillow under your head and a blanket draped across your body to keep you warm.

“I should have been here,” he sighed, taking a seat by the top of your head as he finally looked at your blank expression. “She told me she felt unwell earlier, and I just ignored her as if it was no big deal, and now look at her.”

With the comfort of his members, Mark anxiously sat and waited for the first sign of life from you. He’d never been more relieved than he was when he noticed your hand move and your left eye slowly open up.

“When did you get home?” You asked as you spotted Mark sitting above you. “What’s happened? Have you been crying?”

“No,” he lied, wiping quickly underneath his eyes, “but I got home because I was told that you were passed out in the middle of the dorm. I tried to get here as soon as I could, I’m sorry that I didn’t get here sooner.”

You smiled weakly up at him, “there’s no need to apologise, thank you, all of you, for taking such good care of me.”

“Yeah, thank you guys, you’re all amazing for what you’ve done.”

Haechan:

The whole room fell silent at the sound of Donghyuck’s calls. Each of the members ran through to his room, freezing when they saw Donghyuck sat beside your body that laid out on the cold floor of his bedroom. His eyes were filled with fear, desperate to try and search for the answers as to what he could do.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whimpered as Johnny was the first to step into the room. “I’ve never had anyone faint around me before,” he frowned, taking a step back as his elder members began to sort things out.

With his members taking a step back, Donghyuck stayed as close to your side as he could until he saw your eyes open, not only looking at him, but the eight other pairs of eyes that were also watching with great concern.

“It’s cold down here,” you noted as you began to come around to your senses, “why are you all looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“You fainted; do you not remember?” Donghyuck asked you, flinching as your head shook back at him. “I came back from the toilet and you were out cold on the floor Y/N, can you really not remember any of that happening.”

You sighed across at him, “I wish I could, but right now I’m just as confused as you are as to why I’ve ended up on the floor.”

“Come on, let’s get you onto the bed before you catch a cold down there.”

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