#ok i have to catch up on sleep from last 2 nights that i lost to this.baibaiii

[slavhew]

Title: Shizuo Vs. Valentine

Rating: M

Pairings: Shizuo Heiwajima & Izaya Orihara

Summary: Valentine's day is a trying time for many, not least of all one Shizuo Heiwajima. Little does he know, it's about to get much worse.

Wrote a little thing for Valentine's day! It's silly and exists mostly to put these two in Situations, and also has a partner piece by @hallucxnating accompanying it in the end notes!

Happy reading, and happy (late) Valentine's everyone. Love comes in many forms ~

[callmelyc]

Part 2 of this the Lance loosing a leg Langst

Less angst in this one bc I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Again copy and pasted from Twitter ignore typos and grammar 🥰

Keith can still hear it, the moment the coms clicked back to life ringing static in his ears where there was once only silence.

From shiro demanding checks ins all the way to Lance's line remaining silent.

Everything from that mission was a blur, a nightmare.

Keith's throat burns from the way he'd yelled through the coms for lance. His eyes ache from the tears he'd finally allowed to fall once they'd learned why he'd been so quiet.

Keith can still feel Lances dead weight collapse into his arms, can still feel the blood drenching him as he rushed lance to Coran hoping and praying to whatever God exists to please

Please don't let lance die

let him be fast enough

And he was, if ever so slightly

Lance had lost too much blood, Coran had said. Had Keith been any slower....had lance not managed to- God Keith can't even allow himself to finish the thought

It makes him feel sick to his stomach to know lance had been corned alone..

And now Keith stands outside of his pod next to the entire team looking at a battered lance that isnt nearly as whole as the one they'd last seen. They’d cut off his leg, it wasn’t clean nor did Coran have to tell them it was quick. They all knew it wasn’t. Couldn’t have been with how jagged and rough the slices appear to have been if the marking left on lances thigh were anything to go by. They’d butchered him alive making sure with every slice he’d suffered.

What their enemies failed to account for was that lance was a paladin of voltron, a master sniper and a damn good soldier good at getting himself out of just about any scenario and all the tight spots.

From the footage Pidge was able to scrape from that cursed vessel he’d done just that while laying in a pool of his own blood thanks to pure will power alone. He’d survived where they - the enemy- hadn’t. In doing so Lance discovered something none of them knew possible, not even Allura and Coran thought it a possibility. He’d turned his bayard into a temporary prosthetic.

Lance was the first paladin to ever manage turning his bayard into anything other than a weapon. The first to ever turn his bayard into something the likes of what hed managed.

“It’s unheard of” Allura murmured “for the bayard to become something as such- I cannot fathom how he managed such a feat.”

“Didn’t you once say the bayards would take the form of what the paladin needed?”

“I-“

“Wouldn’t that, in theory, mean we could make them anything we needed? Tools, equipment, or like Lance did- a new limb.” Pidge continues.

“I suppose so…” Allura says, pensive with her glance towards lances pod “we will have to revisit this one he can tell us how he did so.”

Keith looks away from the two, staring at the pod, at how unmoving lance is and thinks: It doesn’t matter how he did it, only that he’s ok after the fact.

~*~

Lance woke two weeks after the mission that plagued Kieth with nightmares.

In his sleep hed see lance bleeding out alone, hed see lance draggging himself desperately across the floor calling out his name….so now, now Keith waits outside of lances pod day and night. He sleeps curled up next to the pod that way when he wakes from these nightmares Keith can glance up and see lances moving chest. He can see the healing pods progress on lances damaged flesh with his own two eyes and calm every bit of turmoil resting in his veins.

Lance wakes to Keith once again holding out his arms, and once he falls, holding him in them.

Keith had waited to catch lance, had refused to let anyone else stand where he was so hed be able to do so. And he’s glad he had, Lance didn’t joke. Didn’t smile or make any random comments or say any questions. He was so unlike himself in that moment that right then and there they all realized just how hard this journey would be for not only lance but the rest of them.

Lance buried his face into Keith’s shoulder with a shaken exhale. Keith only pulls him in closer, more secure, because he knows that sound, Lance is holding back tears.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” Keith whispers softly, sliding up a hand to pet lances hair comfortingly “we’ve all got you.”

The team joins their embrace as lance finally allows himself to sob, the pain wrenching through his throat, the tears soaking through Keith’s shirt. But finally, finally lance allows himself to feel it all. To feel the fear, the relief he never lets himself have during that mission and they’d all be there as he worked thorough it.

Keith places a soft kiss to lances nape “I’ve got you sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

It’s Keith that holds lance through the night after that with the entirety of the team sleeping nearby to remind him that when he wakes from those nightmares he isn’t alone.

It’s Keith that lance responds the most too first.

Lance tells him everything he can remember, how the ground felt so cold, how everything was spinning so fast. The silence being loud and deafening and the burn of his leg being cut off being unlike anything hed ever felt before.

“I can still feel it.” Lance says one night as they look out at the stars “the ache from the first slice, the nerves being cut…”

Keith chances a glance at the blue paladin, he takes in his hallowed eyes, the way he looks so far away.

“Coran said it was normal, the phantom pains. I just want it to stop…” lance turns to look Keith in the eye, the emotions he feels finally showing in them “will it ever stop Keith?”

“I don’t know.” Keith replies, knowing Lance doesn’t need white lies. He squeezes lances hand in comfort “but, regardless, we’re all here for you lance. You don’t have to do any of this alone, no matter how long it takes.”

After that night they were inseparable.

Anytime anyone looked for lance all they had to do was look for Keith.

They did lances physical therapy together, they did his checkups together, training, meals, sleeping….you name it.

Shiro even talked Lance through the emotions and traumas that deal with looking such a permanent part of yourself and Keith stayed near the entire time.

It wasn’t that he was trying to be overwhelming or suffocating, Keith swears he isn’t trying to be too much. Every-time he even thinks about letting lance out of his sight he remembers that look in his eye, the one on his face filled with pain and fear and- Keith just can’t do it. He can’t leave lance alone. Not until he’s better.

Lance should be happy! Should have light in his eyes that make them brighter than the sun, should have a laugh that reverberates through the room like a song. He should be picking fights with Keith, arguing with Pidge, starting challenges that get them all to take care of themselves indirectly so he doesn’t ruin his cool guy image.

And Keith will be dammed if he doesn’t make sure lance get to that point again.

~*~

It’s Pidge that make the new prosthetic with the help of hunk and the olkari. Lances new leg is made to be lightweight, agile, waterproof, similar in feeling to his human leg for balance with the flexibility to match so that he can still swim and bend to his hearts content. They make sure it could disguise itself with “flesh’ that matches his skin so that is he wished to conceal his loss more privately or for certain occasions he could do so through his healing process and beyond.

“And anything you want added we’ll do it.” Pidge adds as she goes through the list of all the things his prosthetic can do once attached “any enchantment at all. You can even ask for us to make it glow in the dark or play pit bulls Mr worldwide every time you touch down on a new planet. We’d never say no to you.”

That gets a small smile from lance as he runs his fingers ever so lightly across the alien metal surfaces. Keith watches him do so, watches him be so gentle and lost in his touch. It’s nice to see him trying even if they all know this is difficult for him still.

“What if I want it to kick Keith’s ass?” Lance jokes lightly trying to keep the mood from going too south.

For the first time in weeks they see lance laugh, they see him crack jokes and send jabs at comments Pidge gives in reply. The entire conversation with the two mad scientist of the team is full of wisecracks and laughter about all the crazy enhancements they could possibly add to the leg.

“What if you make multiple and one is a cannon—“

“Why a cannon?”

“So I can bust a kneecap and still blow everyone away with my presence!”

Keith will find shiro later and thank him for talking lance through what its like to loose a limb, how to handle it, how the prosthetic healing process will feel once attached. And all shiro will do is clap Keith on the shoulder and say “you aren’t giving yourself enough credit there kiddo. If anyone is pulling weight here its you, you’re keeping him grounded and I can tell it means the world to him.”

That sentiment sits with Keith as he goes through the day, as he gets lance and himself ready for bed, as he lays down next to lance, sharing their covers, and whisper goodnights. It sits with him as he holds lances hand through the attachment surgery that he’d insisted he stay for. They’d tried everything to get Keith to leave but lance looked so woefully upset at the thought that they allowed Keith to stay so long as he was thoroughly and properly sanitized.

He ran a thumb across lances hand from his bedside until he woke up after the fact and kissed his hand with a gentle “good morning” when those blue eyes met his own.

Lances weak smile in response was still a smile that Keith would hold like a trophy.

The healing journey that followed was rough as expected, with many ups and down as no healing is linear.

Lance would get frustrated at his balance, at the leg, at the loss. He’d be angry he couldn’t feel things like he used to, couldn’t feel the ground, couldn’t run like he could before.

Shiro built his training regimen to mirror what hed wished he had when hed gotten his arm and it helped but not nearly as much as the pep talks and brutal honesty Keith would provide during his spirals.

At a certain point Keith even resulted to doing what lance used to do to him, taunt and utilize the rivalry card.

“Giving up already?” He’d say and lance would snarl in response and rise to the challenge if not to win out of sheer petiteness. “That all you got?” “This is the paladin that unlocked more about the bayards?”

Lance would come at Keith like a lion, one out for blood and fierce in his movements. He went from sloppy to more graceful, from a tilt-a-whirl to a proper fighter. Lance was able to swim again, not as strong as before but hed get there and all of them noticed the progress flourish around Keith.

Keith and the rivalry, the challenger, the one that figured out he could use lances own tactics against him. It all worked like a charm.

Through it all lances bayard never once veered from a weapon. Allura had watched closely hoping and praying that he could do it again that he could turn the bayard in to anything else so that they could all learn how to do so too. But no matter the efforts they all fell flat.

Lance couldn’t remember how hed done it, much too delirious from the blood loss, pain and hallucinations. And all through the weeks hed lacked a prosthetic at all hed still never managed to do the transformation a second time.

Keith blocks a sharp kick form lances new leg and rolls away before a second lands “a kick like that wont get you anywhere McClain!”

Lance pushes on attempting to knock Keith off balance with his leg “if you think I’m done you’ve got a big storm coming kogane!”

The spar goes like a dance, twirling and yielding, dodging and gliding. Two halves of a whole, red and blue.

Lance spins around to dodge Keith and just as Keith goes to follow Lance knocks him off his feet. Keith doesn’t care one bit but for lances triumphantly whoop, that’s the best prize in the world.

~*~

It’s not until the next major mission they go on, the first since lances injury, that everything is brought back full circle.

They get cornered by space pirates and they take their bayards away. Lance and Pidge both mouth off at the crew who bite back with pride that they’ll get quite the bounty for them all.

Thrown into prison cells beneath the deck they sit and wait attempting to come up with a plan to unlock the cell doors.

During the midst of the arguments, the back and forths, Pidge challenges lances ideas. Everyone was frustrated, tired, all in disagreement. It was bound for insults to arise that were not truly meant.

“Why don’t you just unlock the door then Einstein!”

Lance gasps in offense “FINE! I WILL!”

“Fine!”

And before their very eyes lances hand summons forth his bayard “you just can’t handle that I might have some good ideas sometimes can you?!”

“Lance—“

“I can think too ya know! I went to the garrison too!” Lance shouts, flailing his arm around and the bayard transforms into a key.

“Lance!” Pidge laughs in awe but he continues on as if they aren’t all starting at him in their amazement.

He turns sharply to unlock the door, throws it open with a huff, and turns to put his hands on his hips. “SEE! My plans aren’t so bad—“

“LANCE!” They all yell, but not in anger, no…they yell in joy. He’d finally figured it out, Lance did it again and this time they’d seen it with their own eyes.

Keith just smiles on, taking lances hand to run “we can talk about this later, we need to get off this ship.”

“Talk about what?!” Lance asks, breaking into a run right alongside Keith, his hand lacing together with Keith’s.

It’s not until they jump ship (literally) and run to their lions that Keith finally gives Lance a response “ how amazing you are.”

If the two stand hand in hand during the debriefing, well, no one bats n eye nor speaks a word of it.

~*~

Turns out it was due to high emotions, Lance being able to use his Bayard as a true tool rather than a weapon. Lance feels so much naturally, so freely, that when his emotions went beyond anything he’d felt before, his bayard heard him through the paladin bond and that formed an entirely new connection. After that relating the use was easier.

Now Lance needed any emotion to turn his bayard into a tool so much as he willed it to be. The downside being that the transformation was much more draining than the usual weapon call would be. Never the less it remained a usual advantage for a variety of possible scenarios and situations that allowed it.

Training for how the others could do so, however, was deemed much too risky due to the circumstances behind the discovery. Allura and Shiro both agreed the risk far too high.

“It’s best to allow it to happen naturally…we’d not want to damage you to make it possible. You all go through so much already.” Allura tells them with a small smile “but—“ she glanced over to Lance, beaming with pride “I know that all of you are strong, and thanks to Lance we now know it to even be a Possibility. We can be prepared for anything.”

Keith slides a hand around lances waist, resting his head on his shoulder “ told you so.” He says softly so that only Lance may hear it.

Lance glances down at him “told me—?”

“You were amazing, are amazing”

Lance just sniffles, trying his best to hold back the tears “ only as amazing as you make me.”

Keith hugs him, pushing all his love into it. When Lance returns the embrace he knows his message was heard loud and clear. This is how voltrons sniper learns he is so much more. More than a weapon, more than a soldier. A tool perhaps, but also an inspiration to his peers, a part of a family, and most of all: someone to love.

[gay-dorito-dust]

“i just wanted to make sure you’re ok” with lockwood x reader xx

The recent case you’ve been assigned made you -in light terminology- a little worse for wear. As you’d often found yourself hunched in the library with every last bit of evidence you had at your disposal, spread across on the table before you neatly; for optimal reading but yet for some reason you found yourself retracting minor headaches each time you tried to piece together all the necessary information.

You always liked to be furrow with your cases, no matter if what you were up against was a type 1 or type 2, which is why you would sometimes search out George so you could go over everything together, just to make sure that what you were going up against was what the information was alluding to in the odd chance that there could potentially be more then one apparition at play.

However you always came prepared when you felt that what you, Lockwood, Lucy and George were taking on were a lot more then any of you could handle thanks in due to previous instances where Lockwood would take on cases a little too above your pay grade and expertise. You knew he was ambitious in making it big and would willingly put himself headfirst into all that madness in the hopes of coming out the other side victorious but it was qualities like those that would get anyone killed, no matter how skilled of an agent they were.

Lost within your train of thought, you hadn’t notice Lockwood peak his head into the library when he spotted the door had been left ajar and once he caught sight of your distressed features; he allowed himself entry but still had enough common curtesy to knock his fist against the door to alert you of his presence. You jolted a little bit but calmed down once you noticed it was just Lockwood. “Hey.” You say, rubbing away the exhaustion from your eyes as your brain became too tired to come up with a better way of greeting your boss and friend.

“Hey yourself,” Lockwood started, his brows furrowed when he noted the exhaustion exuding from your being as he began to ponder how long were you in here for to get this overexerted. “Are you alright? Have you been eating and giving yourself breaks in between research?” He asked but he already knew the answers to all this as the evidence were clear as crystal, shining bright enough enough for anyone to see that you were far from okay.

“What? Why would you ask that Lockwood, I’m-“ you cut yourself off when you felt a yawn at the back of your throat, “I’m fine, just doing some last minute rereading of everything before our big case tomorrow.” You told him as your eyes left his to look back at the table of information, believing the conversation to be done and dusted, just as you were about to look over another piece of information, only for it to be snatched away from you.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, looking to Lockwood who was withholding the paper you were intending to read. “You’ve done enough for us, it’s time to put it to rest for now and for you to catch up on the sleep you’ve clearly missed.” He told you but before you could open your mouth to defend yourself he adds, “there’s no harm in double checking the resources but please don’t sacrifice your well-being in doing so.” He pleads to you as he knelt next to the chair you were sat on and grabbed your hand in his. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay but I can’t do that if you pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion.”

Your frustration visibly fades at Lockwood’s sincere words and the fatigue you’ve been repressing finally came to the surface. “Okay, I might’ve gone a bit overboard but I just wanted-“ Lockwood shushes you as he brought you up to your feet, “I know.” He tells you before leading you out of the library and towards the kitchen for a late night tea which sent you to sleep almost instantly, causing him to smile when he saw your face smushed against the thinking cloth before carrying you to bed where he tucked you in comfortably, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Sleep well because you’ve more then earned it.”

[xoxoxkisses]

Slowly losing you

Muichiro x fem!Reader

warnings: angst

muichiro’s pov

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We had been friends for years. Y/n was a sweet girl. She was perfect in every way. She was kind, beautiful, smart, and so much more. In all honesty, I fell in love with her.

Everything ended April 8, 2004. ————————————————————————

“Y/n! We need to go, it’s starting to storm!” Thunder cracked in the sky as I said that. She looked at me, not with worry, but with amusement. She smiled at me as I smiled back at her. She stood up quickly and ran as she called out, “Last one home is a rotten egg!” She began running as I quickly got up and chased after her.

Unfortunately we didn’t beat the rain, but that was fine. We were having fun chasing each other back home. As we reached the hydrangea bushes, the rain was flowing down the steps. I was in front of her now. “Y/n, we have to be careful going up the steps, ok?” She nodded, and I ran up the steps carefully.

She was behind me, the two of us were laughing together. We knew we would both be catching a cold tomorrow, but that was fine.

I reached the top of the steps as I turned to watch her. Just as I did, she slipped. I couldn’t get to her fast enough. Her foot slipped from under her and she crashed down onto the steps. Her head hit the edge of a step as she began to slip down. I ran down the steps not caring if I was careful or not and I picked her up.

“Holy crap Y/n! Are you okay?!” She looked at me confused, until suddenly she began laughing. “I’m fine Mui.” I scanned her with worried eyes before she put her hand on my shoulder, assuring me she was okay.

We didn’t chase each other after that. We walked home slowly. We reached her house first, as we walked in her mom saw us. “Oh my- kids you need some new clothes!” Her mom ran into the spare room to grab me some clothes and back into Y/n’s room to grab her clothes.

I changed first, I came out of the spare bedroom and sat in the living room with Y/n’s mom. I loved her mom, she was a very kind woman. We sat in silence waiting for Y/n before I remembered Y/n’s fall. “Um, while we were coming home, Y/n fell on some steps and hit her head.” Her mom turned to me with a shocked face. “Oh goodness! I’ll keep an eye on her, thank you for telling me.” I nodded as Y/n came out of her room. She looked sort of disoriented, but other than that she looked fine.

Her mom let me stay the night. And as I predicted, the next day me and Y/n were sick. ————————————————————————

At first it started as a mild migraine. Then it exceeded to a migraine that wouldn’t go away. Y/n stopped coming to school. She couldn’t handle the bright lights or the noises anymore. She stayed in her dark room with earplugs in her ears to stop the noise. No one knew what was going on. It didn’t take till Y/n began to experience seizures that we realized something was wrong.

Her parents took her to the hospital after the first one. And we learned she developed a head injury.

Unfortunately, we all took action too late. Just a week after being admitted to the hospital, Y/n died in her sleep. We were all devastated, her parents lost a daughter, and I..well I lost a best friend and someone I loved.

April 8, 2004, 4:23AM. Her time, and date of death.

Her funeral was held just 2 weeks after her death. I walked up to her casket and she looked ethereal. She was just as beautiful as the day I met her. Y/n was just 13 when she died, I was 14. ————————————————————————

I never met anyone like Y/n. I’m married now, and my wife reminds me of Y/n, but they’re both still so different. I also have a little girl, and I named her after Y/n.

I still miss her after 10 years. I visit her grave on holidays and her birthday. Her parents adopted a cat a year after her death. Y/n loved cats but couldn’t have one since she was allergic. The world changed after Y/n’s death. The steps she slipped on were remodeled so it was nearly impossible to slip, even when it rained.

I miss Y/n more and more every day because I know she should still be by my side. I blame myself for that day, if only I didn’t run up the stairs first maybe she wouldn’t have been influenced to do so, and maybe if I took the other route home she would’ve been ok.

I still have a long time till I see her again, and I can’t wait. ————————————————————————

[jooheonspinky]

Trivia: Love Part 5 -Final

Characters: Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: idol!au, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: set during the COVID pandemic, mentions of mask-wearing and COVID tests, fluff, fingering, unprotected sex (both get STI tested before visits, as per contract. Not specified in story, but Y/N takes birth control).

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Part 5

Word Count: 5.3K

November 30, 2021

His day off turns out to be one of my favorite days ever with him. After Mr. Choi comes over to watch us complete our daily COVID test, we spend time reading on the couch. Well, he’s reading while his head rests in my lap and I’m studying for the exam I’ll have a week after I return home.

It’s peaceful and relaxing. Any time I have any dark thoughts about how we will probably never have a day like this ever again I push the negativity away doing my best to hold on to the present time.

We have lunch, and just like at breakfast, we talk. The two of us provide one another with glimpses into our personal lives. The information we’d kept to ourselves, afraid of oversharing in the past, now flows freely between us. The more he tells me, the more my heart warms. The more I want time to stop, to keep us locked in this day where it’s just the two of us and no worries of ruining careers or receiving hate and threats just because we want to be together.

“I have an idea,” he announces as we wrap up lunch and gather our dishes.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

He doesn’t say but grins instead as he leaves the food cart outside the suite’s door. I watch as he casts his phone to the TV and pulls up a website. I smile fondly at him as I see what loads. Namjoon beams at me before sweetly kissing my temple.

“I thought I’d share one of the places I love to spend time in.” He guides me closer to the screen, his arm snaking across my lower back to rest gently at my hip. “This is one of my favorite artists…”

I blink rapidly, willing away the moisture gathering in my eyes. The excitement in his eyes and voice makes me long for things I know I can’t have and it hurts. It feels wonderful, yes, but it hurts even more as I hear him explain each piece of art as we move through the virtual rooms of the various art exhibits. A few hours pass as he encourages me to share my interpretations of what I see and he does the same, the two of us grinning when our views synchronize. We laugh when what I get from the work is vastly different from what he does.

But it’s all perfect. Exactly how I imagined it would be if we were to attend a museum or exhibit out in the real world together.

I’m astonished when I see that night has fallen beyond the windows of our blissful oasis. Tomorrow the interviews, practice, and sound check begin again as we come upon the last two concert days. Soon Namjoon will have to go to bed to have enough sleep to get through the hectic schedule. The idea of wasting precious time sleeping has my stomach clenching. I clutch my abdomen and Namjoon looks down at me.

“Are you hungry?”

The thought of food doesn’t sit well with me and I shake my head, my nose scrunching.

“No, but if you are… that’s ok.”

“Why don’t I order us something light and we just chill the rest of the night?”

“Ok.”

I nod and wonder to myself if he’s trying to extend this day as long as possible as well. After tonight, we’ll only see each other for a few hours in the morning before he leaves and then again when he comes back after the concert where he would only have a few hours to catch some sleep before he has to get up again to prep for the last concert. 

Time is passing extremely fast, and my visit coming to an end much too quickly now that we know exactly how we feel about each other. 

“Food should be up in just a few minutes,” Namjoon informs me.

“Mhm,” I murmur.

I’d been so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t even heard him make the call. I smile at him as he approaches me, his knuckles coming to skim down my cheek.

“Are you ok?”

The low, deep tone of his voice rumbles in my chest and makes my smile widen. He’s so sweet and in tune with my emotional state. I don’t think I could lie to him, even if I wanted to. He would know.

“Not really.” I sigh. “My mind keeps drifting to the day I have to leave. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to do that.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows pinch together, his jaw clenching and unclenching. It’s difficult now not to see his feelings for me. How I could ever have been so blind is a testament to my own insecurities and I try not to dwell too much on all the wasted time because of it. 

“I’m not giving up on us,” he says firmly, tugging me by the hips so that I’m even closer to him. “We’re going to figure this out, so let’s not worry about it tonight.”

I want to share in the same hope; share in the belief that there actually could be a positive outcome to all this. I will that feeling into the smile I give him and lean up to peck his lips.

“Ok.”

“Ok.”

He returns the smile and urges me to the couch where we fall into it, cuddling and watching the baking show I’d had on the day before while we wait for the food to arrive.

December 1, 2021

My belongings lay scattered about the room—books, clothes, and fragments of the days I have spent here with Namjoon. He was at the venue, lost in the rhythm of practice and preparation for tonight’s concert. I wanted the hours to sprint by, each tick of the clock bringing me closer to him. Yet, on the other hand, I wish for time to slow, to savor these fleeting moments before our paths diverge.

I glance around, wondering where to start, but it’s not long before everything blurs as my mind wanders. I think of the contours of Namjoon’s face—the curve of his lips, the intensity in his eyes. How many times did we laugh here, argue there, and get lost in our passion in between? Our shared time here was etched into the walls, into the very air I breathe.

As the night deepens, I trace the outline of our story—the highs and lows, the crescendos and pauses. And I make a silent promise—to hold onto this thing we have, even when miles stretch between us. To remember Namjoon’s smile, the way he says my name and the constellation of moments that defined us.

The suitcase beckons, its emptiness echoing my heart. I close my eyes, willing time to bend—to linger, to stretch, to grant me one more stolen second. But the reality was unyielding. Tomorrow, I will board that plane, and Namjoon will go back to South Korea.

How does one prepare for goodbye? How does one fold deep feelings neatly into a suitcase, tuck it away, and carry on? And so, I pack not just clothes and books, but also the ache of longing—the bittersweet symphony of a farewell. Once everything is put away, I zip up the suitcase, set it by the bathroom door, and sit on the bed.

Outside, the world moves on, oblivious to my inner turmoil. Tomorrow, a driver would arrive—a silent accomplice in our farewell. The stadium would echo with music, and I would sit among the crowd, watching him perform. Applause would rise, but my heart would beat out of sync, knowing that it was quite possibly the final act.

I sigh softly, trying to shake off the sadness knowing Namjoon would be back soon. I climb out of bed and head to the living room to turn on the TV, wanting to be as close to the front door as possible for when he arrives.

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV casting shadows on the walls. I stand the moment I hear the door beep as the lock disengages. Namjoon steps in already showered and changed, his hair still wet. His hair that just this morning had been a dirty blond now glistens a deep scarlet as he approaches me. He walks with purpose, coming straight to hug me without a word. His skin is still heated from his activities on stage.

“Your hair.”

I smile fondly up at him and he returns the gesture, dropping a quick peck on my lips. 

Carding a hand through his damp locks he asks, “You like it? The stylists thought it’d be a fun change for the last two days.”

I nod.

“I like it. It looks good on you.” I offer the compliment and his dimples deepen. The smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes though. “You ok?” I ask.

“Can I just hold you for a little while?”

My smile widens and I nod. He tugs my hand as he settles onto the couch. I start to sit next to him, but he redirects me to straddle his lap.

“Oh!” I breathe as I acquiesce. 

He rests one hand on my waist, and the other at my lower back. I tuck mine under his, pressing myself into him and lying my head on his shoulder. We sit quietly for some time, his hand absently rubbing my back as he loses himself in his thoughts. 

What must be going through his mind? Most likely the same things I had been pondering on earlier. The hug is as much for him as it is for me. I could sense he was trying to pull comfort from the act, strength to get through our last night together.

Our last night. How had it come so swiftly? This couldn’t be it… could it?

I nuzzle into his neck, pressing a kiss to the soft skin there. Namjoon’s fingers dig into my hip, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he fists my top, gently hugging me tighter to him. I palm his cheek, my thumb grazing his cheekbone as I nip, lick, and suck at his neck, taking care not to leave a mark. His rumble of satisfaction as he squirms beneath me heats my blood, and my heart begins to race in anticipation. 

I can already feel him hardening beneath me and my hips instinctively begin to roll along his covered length. Namjoon lifts my top from me, tossing it to the side, my bra following soon after. His hands skim across my skin, as if he is trying to touch every inch of my body one last time. I swallow thickly, trying to stay in the moment, even while sadness washes over me. He reaches up, his hand on my nape guiding me down to his awaiting lips. He kisses me deeply before releasing me.

“Take these off,” he orders, his voice gravelly.

I stand to take my shorts and underwear off and he does the same before sinking back down into the couch. He stretches his arms out to me, guiding me down onto his stiff cock. We both groan as he stretches me deliciously. His hands immediately caress over my ass as I lean forward. Arching my back, my breasts are shoved into his face and he wastes no time to latch onto one of my pebbled nipples.

His name leaves my lips on a moan as my hips grind into him. His mouth moves to give equal treatment to my other breast while his hands on my ass help to push me down onto him, bringing him deeper inside me. The movements are slow at first, my stomach tightening as pleasure begins to build, but as he begs for more kisses, I oblige, our lips locking again as he picks up the pace. His hands shift to my hips to help me match his pace. It’s difficult to keep the kiss going, but it’s with our lips joined that we find ourselves cumming at the same time, our mouths swallowing up each other's blissful exclamations.

 We remain seated, him still inside me though softening by the second. With our fingers intertwined, I relax into him as our breathing begins to slow. Namjoon is a man of few words, but his eyes speak volumes. I can see the conflict within him—the desire to stay, to hold what we have close, and yet the weight of duty pulls him away. His job demands sacrifices, and this was one of them. We had known this day would come, but knowing didn’t make it any easier.

I lean my head on his shoulder again, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into me. The TV plays in the background, a mindless distraction from the ache in our chests. The characters on screen laugh, love, and face their own trials. It’s a cruel juxtaposition—our love story unraveling while fictional ones flourish.

“It’s not fair,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes as I break the silence.

My heart hurts the most it has ever and I feel as if it will shatter in my chest at any moment. I sit up a little so I can see his face. 

His eyes meet mine, his gaze searching. “I know.”

“What are we gonna do?” I murmur despondently.

He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears. “I don’t know,” he says softly. “But I’m not going to stop trying to figure this out.”

I nod, because that’s all I can do. 

“Come on. Let’s shower and then go to bed,” he urges as he begins to stand.

I slide off of his lap and let him pull me along to the bathroom. I feel numb as the warm water washes over us, his hands gentle as they glide over my skin, cleansing away the evidence of our lovemaking from moments ago. It takes all of my willpower to keep from crying again. I don’t want to make this any more difficult than it already is.

When I’m back home and by myself, I can let go then.

I help him shower as well and it’s not much longer before we’re done, dried off and lying beneath the covers. His arms envelop me, my body molding into his. 

With a kiss on my shoulder, Namjoon whispers, “Good night, my Nabi.”

“Good night, my Moonchild.”

December 2, 2021

Namjoon’s alarm cuts through my sleep and I jolt up in bed. 

“I’m sorry,” I hear him call from the bathroom as he rushes to the bedside table. “I forgot to turn it off when I woke up.”

“Couldn’t sleep?”

He shakes his head. “Not really.”

“Are you going to be ok to perform today?” I fret.

Namjoon shrugs, a small smile dancing on his lips. 

“Once the adrenaline kicks in, I’ll be fine.”

I nod and follow him to the bathroom. I wrap a robe around myself and then brush my teeth as he finishes getting dressed. He exits, and I follow, watching him lace up his shoes before standing and slipping his phone into his pocket.

“So this is it.”

He swallows thickly, taking my hand in his. We walk to the front door, pausing for a moment. 

“We’ll figure it out,” he says, his eyes locking on mine, the earnestness there bringing tears to my eyes. “It may not be tomorrow or a month from now, but I have to believe we are going to figure this out.” 

I hold back a sob as I press my lips to his, tasting the salt of my own tears. It’s a bittersweet kiss—a farewell and a promise rolled into one. 

Settling back down on my feet, I sniffle. “I love you.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen before pulling me to him. He hugs me tightly and our hearts beat in sync, as if trying to imprint this moment forever.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs into my hair.

We remain in each other's arms, both reluctant to let go. The buzzing of his phone breaks the moment. Pulling away, I rest my palm against his heart.

“I’ll see you at the concert.” I smile, through my tears. “I’ll be the one cheering extra hard.”

Namjoon chuckles, kissing me again. “I’ll look for you. Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Namjoon,” I whisper.

And then he’s gone, slipping out the door like a shadow. 

I stand there, the loss of his presence leaving me frozen in my spot. We were two souls caught in the crossfire of fate—a love that defied distance but couldn’t conquer it. And as the clock ticks away, I can only cling to the memory of his touch, the taste of his kiss, and the hope that someday, somehow, our paths will intersect again.

For now, I’m left with the echo of goodbye and the ache of a love that refuses to die.

The chauffeured car glides to a stop at the VIP entrance of the concert arena. As the driver confirms our post-concert rendezvous for the airport drop-off, a staff member approaches, her steps brisk and purposeful. After I step out, she closes the car door behind me, hands me a lanyard and a tote, then leads the way down a stark concrete corridor. My gaze flits about, seeking a fleeting glimpse of the guys before the curtain call. A pang of longing strikes me at the thought of seeing Namjoon one more time; yet, somewhere within, I know an encounter here woud best be left unfulfilled.

She points to the seat reserved for me by Namjoon and I join the sea of ARMY. I settle in, the weight of the moment settling with me. Delving into the tote, I unearthed an ARMY Bomb, a picket flaunting the group’s visage, a towel, shirt, and photo cards that whisper memories of melodies. I meet each of their faces, my gaze lingering on Namjoon’s photo. Within moments he grows blurry as emotions threaten to overtake me.

“Hi!” The chirp of a voice snaps me back to reality as a young woman nestles into the seat beside me. “Flying solo tonight?” she inquires, the smile in her eyes as warm as the stage lights.

A tear betrays me, but her kindness coaxes a smile in return. Though it’s hidden behind my face mask, I hope she can still sense I’m offering her one. 

“Yes, just me.”

She nods, understanding painting her features. “It’s super exciting and overwhelming, isn’t it?” she muses, offering a tissue with a motherly touch. “But hey, we’re seatmates now. Let’s make our cheers echo louder than the rest.” Her upbeat personality is infectious, a balm to the bittersweet symphony of the night. “My name’s Kyshanna.”

“I’m Y/N,” I introduce myself and we fist bump with a giggle.

As the lights dim, a raucous thunder of screaming and clapping fills the air. The stage, once bare, now thrums with the promise of the night’s enchantment. A VCR begins to play and there is a collective hum of anticipation as the video plays through. Suddenly, performers dressed in all white jumpers begin to get into formation on stage. The opening chords of ‘ON’ fill the arena, a melody that seems to resonate with the very beat of my heart.

The show unfolds like a dream, each performance a tapestry of sound and soul. I find myself getting lost in the rhythm, the lyrics a salve to the ache that had taken residence in my chest. The ARMY around me move as one, a sea of light and energy, and I let their joy buoy my spirits.

Interlude after interlude, the concert moves on, the time for me to have to go drawing ever closer. I watch as BTS split up between two orange motorized boxes filled with purple and white balloons, the clear plexiglass bearing their logo. They draw louder cheers from ARMY as they pass between the pit and level one seats, ‘Telepathy’ being sung collectively by ARMY and BTS. As the car approaches our area, my eyes lock on Namjoon and I watch him dance and hype up the crowd. I notice the instant he picks me out of the crowd. He looks down, but his hand clutches his heart before looking back up and nodding once. Jimin pats his shoulder, bringing Namjoon back to the moment.

Kyshanna elbows me gently, leaning in to muse, “Namjoon seems a little…I don’t know-” She shakes her head as she ponders what word best to describe what she’s sensing. “He seems really sad.”

I swallow thickly.

“Really?”

She nods. “I hope he’s ok. I know it’s been a while since they’ve performed at this large a scale. I just hope it’s not getting to him.”

“It’s the last day. He’s probably just bummed the tour is coming to an end,” I point out, guilt gnawing at me again.

“Hmm,” she hums pensively.

As ‘Telephathy’ comes to an end, the cart begins to bring the group back to either side of the stage, the music immediately going into ‘Stay’. Just as Jin completes his lines, the car drops them off and Namjoon makes his way across the stage, his rap carrying him towards the center pathway.

“Stay!”

Namjoon’s gaze finds mine again across the expanse of faces. It is fleeting, a mere heartbeat in time, but in that glance, a silent message is conveyed—this was not a goodbye that he wanted and he wished I could stay with him.

“Stay, stay, stay, stay (Always)!”

The words sounded like a plea and it breaks me with each exclamation. I decide in that moment I have to go. It is hurting too much to remain.

“Can you hold this for me?” I say to Kyshanna. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

She’d told me she couldn’t afford an ARMY bomb, so I leave it with her along with the picket. I had others back at home. I did feel bad to leave without saying good-bye, but I can feel myself getting too close to bursting into full on tears. I leave then, my footsteps as quick as they can be in the crowded building. I flash my lanyard at the VIP doorway and a staff member helps escort me back to the awaiting car.

LAX is not far from the stadium and before I could relax enough, we were already arriving. The airport loomed like a threshold—a passage from one chapter to another. Security checks, boarding passes, and the hum of engines—the mechanics of departure. But emotions don’t follow schedules or protocols. They spill over, uncontainable. How could I step onto that plane, knowing that the sky could possibly separate us indefinitely?

An hour later I settle into my seat and imagine his voice—the timbre that makes my heart ache. His laughter, the way he holds me so gently when we kiss, as if he’s afraid to break me. The taste of his lips, the warmth of his skin. These memories were fragile, like paper birds caught in a storm. Was it too late to reach out and tell him we should keep the contract active? That I would rather have him a few times a year than never more?

The airplane begins to move up the runway and soon we are ascending. As I glance out of the window to the land below that is growing more and more miniature by the second, I can no longer keep the tears locked inside. They spill like rivulets down my cheeks as I make my way toward an uncertain future.

December 31, 2021

Curled up on the couch, the glow of my Christmas tree provides the right amount of lighting I need to read the words of the book I’ve chosen. Lo-Fi Hip-Hop plays softly in the background as I try to lose myself in the pages of the story, but if I am being honest, I couldn’t even tell you what I’d read so far. My mind just won’t turn off. Nothing is helping me get out of my thoughts this evening. Maybe I should have gone to a New Year’s party to ring in the upcoming year after all. Perhaps that would have proven a better distraction than staying home alone.

I snuggle deeper into my blanket and glance over at my tea and think, Nah, this is so much better than being out at a noisy party even if I can’t get out of my head.

I just am not in the mood to party, anyway. It’s been almost a month since I said my goodbyes to Namjoon. Aside from him checking in on me to make sure I made it back home ok, there had pretty much been no communication between us since then. And I didn’t blame him. I had seen the announcement from BigHit, letting ARMY know that BTS would be taking some personal time off in order to spend the holidays with their families, something they had not been able to do since their debut. Not wanting to impose on his family time, I have given him the space the company asked for.

It doesn’t mean I’m not a little sad.

This last visit with him had been a roller coaster of emotions. The two of us had definitely not played by the rules and were feeling the repercussions of it. Neither of us was willing to let this go, but neither of us really had figured out how we could make this work. 

I stare at the flickering lights of the Christmas tree, trying to lose myself in the gentle rhythm of their twinkle, when a soft knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. For a moment, I freeze, unsure if I imagined it. Who would be here at this hour, especially on New Year’s Eve? I reluctantly pull myself from the warmth of the couch, wrapping the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I shuffle to the door.

When I open it, my heart nearly stops.

Namjoon stands there, his eyes soft but intense, his breath visible in the cold night air. He’s holding a small bouquet of beautiful flowers in shades of purple, dusty rose and white, and his expression is one of determination mixed with vulnerability.

“Namjoon?” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper, the shock of seeing him here rooting me to the spot.

“Hey,” he says quietly, his voice deep and familiar, filled with something that makes my chest tighten. “Can I come in?”

I nod wordlessly, stepping aside to let him enter. He steps inside and sets the flowers on the entryway table before turning to face me, his eyes searching mine.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he says, the words tumbling out as if he’s been holding them in for far too long. “I couldn’t stand being apart from you and having you think that you don’t matter to me.”

I blink, trying to process what he’s saying, the words not quite sinking in. “But… your family, the break—”

He shakes his head, cutting me off gently. “My family understand. I needed to see you. To tell you that I want to be with you. I don’t care about the rules, the distance, any of it. I just… I need you to know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

My breath catches in my throat, tears welling up in my eyes as his words wash over me. I can see the sincerity in his eyes, the determination etched into every line of his face. He’s serious. This isn’t some fleeting impulse; it’s a promise, a declaration.

“You… you really mean that?” I ask, my voice trembling as I try to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over.

Namjoon steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my cheek. His thumb brushes away a stray tear, and his touch is so tender that it nearly breaks me. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want to be with you, and I’m going to do everything I can to make this work. No matter what.”

In that moment, I realize that all the doubts, all the fears that have been gnawing at me since our last goodbye, don’t stand a chance against the strength of what we have. I drop the blanket and lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hand melt away the last of my reservations.

“Ok,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as the tears spill over. “Ok.”

Namjoon smiles then, a brilliant, relieved smile that lights up his entire face. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close, and I feel the weight of the past few weeks lift off my shoulders. In his embrace, I find the peace I’ve been searching for, the answer to all the questions that have been swirling in my mind.

As we stand there, wrapped up in each other, the soft glow of the Christmas tree casting a warm light around us, I know that we’ll face whatever comes together. Because in this moment, nothing else matters. Not the distance, not the rules, not even the uncertainty of the future.

All that matters is us.

January 1, 2022

My phone pings and I groan, kicking myself mentally for forgetting to switch it to Do Not Disturb earlier. Namjoon shifts beside me, a soft huff leaving his lips. I toss my arm out, blindly searching for my phone to change it to silent mode, but curiosity gets the better of me and I peek at the notification that had woken me up. I gasp, causing Namjoon to perk up.

“What’s wrong?”

His deep voice rumbles up from his chest, the tone thick with worry as he sits up. I wordlessly turn the device towards him, simultaneously switching on my bedside lamp with my other hand. His teeth bite down on his bottom lip, trying to stop a smile from forming. I click the notification in order to see the entire message and Namjoon reads right along with me. 

“Hello.

This is BIGHIT MUSIC…”

There’s a flutter in my chest as the reality of the message sinks in. There is no going back now. The announcement stating Namjoon is currently in a relationship has been posted for all ARMY, and non-ARMY for that matter, to see. The fact that the company included a request to respect Namjoon and his partner’s privacy only helps to settle my nerves a smidge.

“What are you thinking?”

His concerned voice breaks me from my thoughts and I realize I’ve been staring blankly at my phone for a minute. Shifting my gaze to his, I take in the pinch of his brow and the attentive curiosity in his eyes. His hand reaches out for mine and I look down at our entwined fingers before looking back up at him.

“I’m thinking that there is no taking this back.”

The corner of his lip quirks up. “No. Definitely can’t take it back now,” he chuckles. “You still cool with that?”

“I mean, I knew you were serious about being together no matter what, but oof.” I shake my head, a heavy breath escaping my lips. “Now that it’s out there like that…I don’t know.” I shrug. “I’m excited, but I’m scared. I’m scared of how ARMY will react.”

Namjoon kisses the back of my hand. “Yes, it’s scary, but you don’t have to be afraid. We are in this together and just like my brothers, I will protect you from any of the negativity that might come of it.” 

“Yeah?” I gaze at him with adoration and hope. 

“I promise,” he nods earnestly. “Besides, if anyone sends hate your way, they are not a real ARMY, so their opinion means nothing to me. True ARMY are going to be happy for us and it’s their comments that I’m going to choose to acknowledge.”

“Ok,” I smile, trusting him fully.

“Ok,” he beams back, his dimples deepening endearingly. “Come here.”

A shaky giggle full of nerves bubbles up from me, but Namjoon cuts off the sound with a deep kiss as he presses my body into the mattress.

Credits:

Text Divider by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Moodboard by me.

For moodboard, used:

InCollage for layout, title, butterfly and photos.

Except Namjoon’s photo. Credit to RM x GQ Korea, Vogue Korea 2021

Motionleap was used for the movement within the moodboard.

We have come to the end. My heart feels so happy to finally post it after working on it for so long. Thank you for taking the time to read it. I appreciate it so much. Feel free to comment, like, and reblog. Until the next time!

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

[yeahspider]

Disclaimer please don't write this if you are uncomfortable‼️‼️‼️

Ok so stray kids and reader are having a movie night and reader is sitting on Felix's lap with a small vibrator on inside her while she is cockwarming felix giving them both pleasure.

thank you and remember to drink lots of water and get a ton of sleep!!

Ve's note- i'd like to thank you for sending an ask anon!! Ive been lacking a lil inspo lately so this is perfect !! also you're so sweet anon remember to drink water and sleep as well . i hope this is what you wanted ! feel free to drop by again !! :) <3

Ve's note pt.2 - two felix posts back2back omg ? felix is just so fun to write for. anyways. felix x f.reader . nsfw minors dni . not proofread per usual . thinking about writing a jilix post with a similar plot ... maybe . enjoy <3

SQUIRM 🕸️

you wish this stupid movie would end already. if any of the seven other men asked you to explain the plot to them you wouldn't be able to, hell you wouldn't even be able to tell them the title. The only two things holding your attention was the vibrator and your boyfriend . Both happened to be inside you. time was never really your strong suit, it always had a way of escaping you. but not right now. now you were counting down the minutes until this movie was over so you could catch your breath. which you've been holding this whole time, not wanting to let any sounds you might make slip from your lips.

"you alright there darling?" felix questioned from below you. you had been so lost in thought that you almost forgot the predicament you had found yourself in. you and felix had always been a lil....adventurous with your sex life . trying any and everything together just because you could, but this...this was your hardest challenge to date. you could only hum a response to his inquiry as his cock filled you. the challenge had been your idea... see who could last the longest without coming. felix upping the stakes by adding the vibrator and you meeting him by proposing to do it today of all days. sacred movie night. you were determined to not lose . as sweet as your boyfriend could be he was a lil menace when it came to your challenges. he would not hesitate to tease if you came first.

so you decided to make it harder for him . all you had to do was get him to cum first . no problem considering how sensitive felix was to your devices normally . so you readjust yourself, in the disguise of making yourself more comfortable in his lap . just a slight shift of your hips and felix is biting your shoulder in attempts to conceal his groan . the vibrator pressing directly against his tip, stimulating him. you felt yourself gloat until you shifted a bit too much and the vibrator pressed directly against that gummy spot inside you. causing you to arch your back in surprise. your sudden movement caused jisung to spare you a glance of concern, which you thwarted with a smile that did not reach your eyes. this was good enough for jisung though as he smiled back at you and turned his attention back to the movie playing.

"stop moving kitten you're making it harder for the both of us." felix whispered quickly into your neck. planting a kiss right below your ear. you couldn't help but continue to squirm as the vibrator continued its constant assault on your sensitive areas. you weren't going to last much longer and you both knew it.

you felt felix move his hand from your hip to your clothed core. your eyes widened as he applied pressure to your clit. your will snapped along with the coil holding you together and you came with a scream barely held back. teeth clenching as you ride out the waves on top of him. slumping back once you finished. with a final pinch to your clit causing you to freeze and your walls clench on felix's cock he came inside you . using your shirt to muffle his own moan. once he had a chance to recover he picked up his phone and shut the vibrator off. causing you to let out a sigh of release . you could feel the pleasure ruminating off of felix as he smiled into your hair .

"looks like I won"

[dollfacefantasy]

WORKS IN PROGRESS ♡

resident evil: 🝮 and i want it all - leon kennedy x fem!reader ⤷ you're the first lady, and leon is one of the secret service agents assigned to protecting your husband. why is he spending so much time around you then?

🝮 pound puppy - resident evil men x puppy-hybrid!fem!reader ⤷ an incident has occurred in d.c.'s military hybrid shelter. this is the report detailing that case.

🝮 room for one more part 2 - chris x fem!reader x leon ⤷ after last night, the mission commences. chris is more occupied with picking up the pieces between you and him.

🝮 needy girl part 2 - leon kennedy x fem!reader ⤷ wedding bells are ringing in your and leon's near future.

jujutsu kaisen: 🝮 on a short leash - satoru gojo x puppy-hybrid!fem!reader ⤷ assigned to a mission he believes is below him, satoru gojo struggles to get along with the girl he's been tasked with protecting.

🝮 so this isn't just puppy love part 2 - satoru gojo x fem!reader ⤷ suguru's back home. you and satoru have to manage your new connection with your owner overseeing the both of you again.

🝮 lost in the fire - yakuza!sukuna x fem!reader ⤷ no one rips off ryomen sukuna. after your father tries doing just that, you're offered up to the king as penance for his crimes.

🝮 since he's been gone - satosugu x fem!reader ⤷ satoru and you picked up the pieces together after suguru left. but since he's come back, things between the three of you have been a little bit different.

the walking dead: 🝮 good cop, bad cop - rick grimes x fem!reader x shane walsh ⤷ the group on the farm can't decide what to do with you after catching you out on a run, so shane takes matters into his own hands. he can't let a pretty thing like you go to waste.

🝮 be my baby - rick grimes x fem!reader ⤷ ddlg request for rick

🝮 adore me - rick grimes x fem!reader ⤷ rick's always wanted a big family. the white picket fence, the wife barefoot & pregnant, the sounds of kids playing echoing down the hall. while that can't necessarily be a reality anymore, that doesn't mean he can't dream about it still.

marvel: 🝮 i wanna be yours part 2 - logan howlett x puppy-hybrid!fem!reader ⤷ logan and puppy girl continue feeling out their relationships as new obstacles arise with her being part of the x-men.

🝮 lucky charm - logan howlett x fem!reader ⤷ there's always room for the wolverine at the table. and with him, always comes his lucky charm.

🝮 kick back and relax - old man!logan howlett x fem!reader ⤷ logan can't sleep so you gotta show him how to kick back and relax.

🝮 we can't be friends - logan howlett x fem!reader ⤷ for the last time, you and logan are JUST friends. why can't everyone else understand that already.

🝮 i'll make it feel like the first time - logan howlett x fem!reader ⤷ you were never close to your universe's logan. that doesn't mean you can't be close to this one.

🝮 true love waits - scott summers x yandere!fem!reader ⤷ for as long as you've known scott summers, you've known he's the one for you. he might not know that yet, but it's ok. because true love waits.

🝮 girl talk - ororo munroe x fem!reader ⤷ you and storm are so close. even if you weren't a telepath, you're pretty sure the two of you wouldn't need words to communicate.

🝮 and i mean that - matt murdock x fem!reader x elektra natchios ⤷ it's been years since you've seen matt and elektra, your two lovers from college who burned bright but fast. tonight you spot them at a party. together. without you.

🝮 i wish i hated you - frank castle x fem!reader ⤷ frank cannot stand you. the fact that he can't stop hanging around you doesn't make that any less true.

🝮 lock and key - frank castle x fem!reader ⤷ request for soft dom/ddlgish frank

dc: 🝮 undone - jason todd x fem!reader ⤷ it's the end of the night, and it's jason’s turn to take you apart.

🝮 where you lead - jason todd x fem!reader ⤷ you finally have the chance to make your dreams reality. why does jason have to be so hellbent on getting in the way of that?

the boys: 🝮 collared & leashed (not clickbait) - billy butcher x fem!reader ⤷ when billy finds out his baby likes the idea of wearing a collar, he does what any man in their right mind would. he goes out and buys one for you.

🝮super fan - soldier boy x fem!reader ⤷ as soldier boy's biggest fan, he lets you stroke more than just his ego.

death note: 🝮 spin the bottle - light yagami x fem!reader x l lawliet ⤷ you wanna play spin the bottle with the two men handcuffed together. they indulge you for reasons of their own.

works not yet titled: 🝮 arranged marriage with gojo one shot 🝮 toji and gojo pornstars 🝮 toji and gojo mma 🝮 satosugu hybrid freaktacular 🝮 rick grimes wedding ring drabble 🝮 dry humping w/ jason todd 🝮 dollification w/ dick grayson 🝮 stepdad!leon & his bestie chris 🝮 satoru gojo x clingy!reader 🝮 rookie munch leon drabble 🝮 chris & leon polycule fic

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - July 27

In which Mina is even more anxious….

“No news from Jonathan. I am getting quite uneasy about him, though why I should I do not know; but I do wish that he would write, if it were only a single line.”

:(((((( it feels like Mina is almost bargaining here, asking for “only a single line” from him. I feel so bad for her because she cannot know what Jonathan is currently going through just to get home to her safely! It’s also sad because when I see this, all I can think of is the last line in his diary: “Goodbye, all! Mina!” The worst part is, she can’t even put her finger on why, her intuition is just telling her something is wrong and she should be worried. And it’s right.

“Lucy walks more than ever, and each night I am awakened by her moving about the room. Fortunately, the weather is so hot that she cannot get cold; but still the anxiety and the perpetually being wakened is beginning to tell on me, and I am getting nervous and wakeful myself. Thank God, Lucy's health keeps up.”

Yikes, that would definitely make me anxious if I was constantly being awoken by someone pacing around the room, compounded with my anxiety for my fiancé. But what can Mina do except try to sleep the best she can? And through it all, she’s only worried about Lucy’s health and how this could be affecting her. I love Mina so much, she’s so selfless. I just want her to be ok too, though. Who’s looking out for her? :(

“Mr. Holmwood has been suddenly called to Ring to see his father, who has been taken seriously ill. Lucy frets at the postponement of seeing him, but it does not touch her looks; she is a trifle stouter, and her cheeks are a lovely rose-pink. She has lost that anæmic look which she had. I pray it will all last.”

Oh, no!! Again, poor Arthur. I’m sure he hoped it wouldn’t be too serious and now his father has taken a turn for the worse. I know it may seem shallow of Lucy to worry about the postponement, but I think I can explain her logic:

1. She might be covering up her worry for Arthur’s dad and Arthur’s mental health by making it about something else. That might seem strange, but I think it’s possible that she might want to think about/talk about something more trivial than her concrete worries about her future father-in-law’s health and how her fiancé will take this sudden turn in his health. The more time she’s worrying about when she’ll see him again, the less time she’ll worry about how he’s doing emotionally (not the best coping mechanism, but I’ve seen it — and done it — before).

2. If she can’t see Arthur, she can’t comfort him. Letters can only do so much. :(

3. Deep down, she may be insecure about her place with Arthur. What if he doesn’t love her as much as he says/she dares hope? What if he decides to cancel the engagement after he sees to his father since they haven’t seen each other in a while? It may not have even been that long, but that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I don’t think this is a case of Arthur not demonstrating his love to her enough, but rather her own anxiety taking over her thoughts.

Concerning that she had an anæmic look, but I’m honestly not worried about this — I think she was just worrying and she looked a bit pale because of this (I could go into why I’m not concerned, but that’s verging on spoilers — let’s just say I think Lucy’s fine, just worried).

This last sentence breaks my heart a bit for Mina because she’s not just talking about Lucy’s healthy looks here. She knows lots of things are on the verge of changing: Lucy’s health while sleep-walking (she could catch a cold or get outside!!), Jonathan’s health (what if something bad has happened to him — or what if he’s changed his mind too 😳), and Arthur’s father’s health. Her intuition is saying that something is wrong here, but obviously she can’t confide to Lucy. Two-thirds of those worries are things that would worry Lucy further and the last point with Jonathan would only add a new burden. Besides, it might make the possibility of Jonathan in bad health (or worse) too real, if that makes sense. Hopefully, things will look up soon.

That’s it for this one!

[tryingtograspctrl]

SHE (FINAL PART): BILLY LOOMIS AND STU MACHER X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY - You moved to Woodsboro 2 years ago and quickly became friends with Marlon and Shawn, you did your best to make friends with their friends but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around them because of those two... and your feelings were very valid.... Title inspired by the song "She" by tyler the creator. I reccomend you listen to it.

parts 1 & 2: here and here

You tossed and turned all night in Sydney's bed, your mind replaying the events from earlier over and over again.

Just hours before you were having a good time laughing with your friends, how did it go from giggling over tacos to you nearly being killed in your own home and Billy catching the heat for it.

You just couldn't wrap your head around the nightmare you made it out of alive.

The next day

Morning came before you knew it and you probably got a measly 5 minutes of sleep.

You threw on the clothes you packed in a hurry last night before leaving your house.

You weren't sure if you could bare to step foot in it again any time soon so for now staying at Sydney's place was going to have to do.

"You ready?" Sydney gave you a worried glance.

"No but it doesn't really matter does it?" You smiled weakly.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to, we can stay here for as long as you need. School will still be there by the time you're ready to come back." She rubbed your shoulders.

"I can't hide away at your house forever Syd, i appreciate it but i'm not gonna be a coward looking over my shoulder everywhere i go." You laughed.

"Alright then, let's go." She nodded.

Later that day

Your classes passed by slower than you'd like, you didn't retain any valuable information from not one of them. Honestly school was the last thing on your mind. How could you even care about that when you had nearly lost your life less than 24 hours ago?

"Miss y/n? It's lunch time sweetheart." Your teacher stood in front of you, a look of pity lacing her features.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head attempting to pull yourself for your daze.

"It's alright, be careful ok?" She spoke as you exited the class room.

"Thank god you showed up, i thought i was gonna have to hunt you down." Sydney sighed in relief.

"Sorry got caught up in class." You plopped down between Marlon and Shawn.

They both held you close, not speaking much. You could tell the both of them were a little shook up too, you meant the world to them and they couldn't imagine something awful happening to you.

"I'm fine guys, still breathing." You giggled.

"We're all planning to stay at Sydney's house with you for a while, it's better for everyone to be together that way if..."  Shawn trailed off.

"If what? He came back we could jump his ass? I mean i'm not opposed to it but isn't that a bit much? There's no way Sydney's dad agreed to letting 6 people camp out at his house." You raised a brow.

"Actually he did, i'm the one that made the suggestion and he thought it was a good idea." Sydney chimed in.

"Oh, well i guess i'll feel safer with all this muscle around me." You joked trying your best to make light out of the situation.

Everyone stood as Billy approached, a tense air filling the atmosphere.

He stopped just a few feet before the water fountain, eyes scanning the group to read the environment.

You were the first to break the trance everyone seemed to be in.

You clung to him tightly, crying softly on his shoulder.

He melted at your touch, shooting a glance Stu's way.

"I'm so glad you're alright." You held the sides of his face smiling.

"Me? shouldn't you be worried about yourself." He half smiled eyes soft as he looked at you.

"I'm doing just fine." You giggled.

A few minutes later

"Ghost mask? Sounds like some shitty halloween costume to me." Tatum picked at her nails.

"Well it was scary as hell considering the knife he held to my face was very much real." You huffed.

"Wait how do you think he got in?" Marlon asked rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb.

"My best guess is through the back door, i always end up forgetting to lock it. Fuck i'm so stupid." You held you face in your hands.

"I'm not supposed to say anything but Dewey said your bedroom window was wide open." Tatum bit her lip.

"That's insane, if he came in through my room there's no way i wouldn't have heard it." You stared into space, trying to come up with a logical explanation for everything.

"You are a bit of a heavy sleeper plus you were super tired, maybe too tired to hear it?" Shawn suggested.

"But if that's the case, then how did i not see him when i got up to answer the phone..." You closed your eyes doing your best to recount the events of that night.

"Maybe he hid in your closet." Stu shrugged.

"That does make more sense. You said he was in your bedroom when you were on the phone. What exactly did he say to you?" Billy asked.

"He asked me what my favorite scary movie was, it was all so silly." You shook your head.

"Then he... i guess he went through my things, found an old picture of mine." You stared at the ground.

"Hey we don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to." Sydney wrapped an arm around you.

"No, no it's ok. I just don't understand why? Why me? Was it all just some sick joke?" You sighed.

"Well he definitely took it too fucking far, i hope they catch that sick son of a bitch." Tatum gritted her teeth.

After school, at sydney's

Everyone was lounging around in the living room watching movies, well almost everyone. Billy went to pick up  some pizza.

You were sprawled across the couch, your legs in Shawn's lap while your head rested in Marlon's 

Your eyes went in and out of focus as you looked at the tv. You knew the fatigue would catch up with you eventually.

"Babe you mind going down to the basement fridge and grabbing a couple drinks?" Stu nudged Tatum.

She rolled her eyes and huffed but got up to go nonetheless.

Your eyes started to droop and before you knew it you were fast asleep.

A few hours later.

You woke up to the sounds of blood curdling screams filling the house.

You jumped from the couch in a panic to see what was going on.

Just as you were about to head up the stairs a figure appeared at the top of them.

Fear instantly filled you as you saw the same guy from the night before, holding Sydney's lifeless body in his hands.

He dropped her upon seeing you, sprinting down the stairs.

You took off out the front door you feet on autopilot.

You sobbed and screamed as you took a look behind you seeing the guy hot on your tail.

Before you could turn back around properly you slammed into another person.

"Oh my god billy we have to get out of here come on!" You shook his shoulders frantically.

Your eyes went wide as you gave him a once over, his clothes were soaked in blood but he didn't seem to have any injuries that you could see and he was oddly calm.

Your eyes met his and he began to smirk.

He grabbed your arms pinning them to your waist wrapping himself around you.

"What the fuck are you doing let go of me!" You struggled.

The masked man stood in front of you just watching for a moment before he finally took it off.

"It was you! What the fuck what is this?!" You cried as Stu threw the mask across the yard.

"Why don't we have a seat, let's talk about this huh?" Billy held onto you tightly.

"There isn't anything to talk about, you guys are fucking killers. Oh my god Sydney." You cried remembering the sound of her lifeless body hitting the hard wood.

"Sydney was disposable sweetheart, there was no use for her, for any of them." Stu crouched down in front of you.

Billy sat you down on a chair, tying ropes around your arms and legs.

"What did you do to them? They're our friends, innocent people how could you?" You gasped, nearly choking from your own tears.

"They were all just pawns baby, don't you see they didn't mean anything. We just needed them to get to you." Billy grabbed your face with his blood soaked hands.

You spat in his face.

He chuckled wiping it off before backhanding you.

"I really don't want to have to hurt you but you're pushing it sweet heart. You better fucking behave before you get gutted like the rest of them! Understand?!" He held his knife to your throat.

You nodded weakly.

"Goood was that so hard? We're doing all of this for you, don't you get it?" He caressed your face.

"Why me?" You whimpered.

"Because you're special, you're not like the rest of them, you've led a completely  different life. Pure, untainted, just the girl we need." He shook his head a manic look in his eye.

"You know nothing about me." Your lip wobbled.

"We know enough to know that we love you." Stu chimed in falling to his knees next to Billy.

"You don't do this to someone you love Stu... just let me go, please." You spoke just above a whisper more tears pooling in your eyes.

"We can't do that." He stood.

Gunshots suddenly rang out and he fell face first beside you.

You sighed in relief seeing Shawn holding a gun. He was in bad shape but he was still alive and that's all that mattered.

Billy stormed towards him knocking him to the ground attempting to get the gun out of his hands.

They rolled all over the grass throwing blows at each other.

Just when billy was about to get the upper hand he was hit over the head stunning him long enough for Shawn to get the gun back and shoot him.

"Shit you alright?" Marlon ran over to you, untying the ropes.

"I'm fine, did you call the cops?" You stood frantically shaking your limbs out.

"They're on the way." He nodded.

You both kneeled in front of Shawn doing you best to keep him awake as sirens sounded in the distance.

The nightmare was over.... for now.

A/N- Thanks for those of you that have stuck with me through this mini series, i really hope the ending is satisfactory. I contemplated leaving Billy and Stu alive but the final boys were always gonna be Marlon and Shawn in the back of my head. Maybe i'll write a sequel to this who knows but for right now i'm closing this chapter. Again thank you for those who liked this i really appreciate you! ☺️🌻

[sweetiesshortstories]

Imagine if the lights you saw dancing in the sky weren’t satellites, or a trick of reflections. What if those lights saw you watching in awe, and came back night after night just to see you? And if those lights that some called UFO’s, spaceships, alien visitors, did happen to hold beings, and one of those beings wanted to see you, would you want to see them back?

2600 word count

˜”°•.˜”°• If Stars Could Love •°”˜.•°”˜

I don’t know when they started, and I can’t recall when I first saw them. The lights in the sky. They started off far away over the mountains, and I would sit outside on the deck in the darkness just to watch. I didn’t want to record them, or upload them online, I didn’t want anyone to know; I wanted them to remain mine. A moment in the day that felt like peace. While my roommate slept, and while the world held no expectations for me, I could sit and watch a dance of stars.

I almost missed them after covering someone else’s shift. I was exhausted when I got home. My roommate and her boyfriend were kind enough to save me some of their dinner and after I ate, I fell asleep. Instantly.

When I awoke, I grabbed my phone and hissed a "shit". It was 2:37a. With sleep still in my eyes I fumbled from my bed, fighting with my blankets as they held on tightly. Once I pulled the sliding glass door open and stepped into the cold night, I saw the sky above the mountains, empty. My heart sank and it filled my stomach with pain. I turned to go back inside when over my shoulder a flicker caught my attention.

A singular light. Closer than I had ever seen. It glowed a faint pink, or purple. It swirled between hues and I was hypnotized.

My body felt electrified, my skin prickled, my heart fluttered, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My body was so warm despite the time of year and my lack of heavy clothing and shoes, the light filled me. The response from my body was foreign, and confusing. I should have been scared, that would’ve been normal.

But I was…enamored.

Full of excitement and want. Like an energy had invaded me and made a home deep inside to gain control. My body was humming with hunger, responding to touches I couldn't see the source of. My breasts felt heavier, my nipples ached, and I was painfully aware of the pulsing between my legs. The light grew brighter, and brighter, swallowing the world around me until it was only me lost in the brightness. The outline of the trees, the mountain line, the stars, all gone. The prickling on my skin had turned into a steady buzz emanating from my body, and my breathing quickened, my knees began to tremble until something inside of me erupted. A sound escaped my throat, and everything faded.

When I awoke, hours had passed. The sun was high in the sky and my roommate, Taylor was crouched over me with her forehead wrinkled in concern.

“What the hell happened? Are you ok?” She leaned back to give me room as I sat myself up, squinting my eyes against the morning light. Sweat peppered my forehead from the sun.

“I—I fell asleep after I ate, I guess.” I wiped my hand over my forehead and pushed my hair back before taking a deep breath and letting my shoulders fall.

I noticed her boyfriend on the deck, his brows also stitched in concern.

“Richard! What did you put in the spaghetti last night?” Taylor demanded as she stood and crossed her arms.

“Whoa!” He lifted his palms. “I put normal spaghetti shit in it. You think I’d try to poison us? Really?”

“Hey,” I pulled myself to my knees and gripped the wooden railing. “Guys I’m fine. Really! I fell asleep after working a double.”

“Did you remember to check her allergy list? We have to be careful when we share what we make with her.” Taylor pushed. Richie nodded and bent at the waist to help me stand. Taylor quickly rushed to my other side, and I couldn’t help but to laugh at them.

Once standing upright i flapped my hands at them.

“Seriously! I’m fine, dinner was so delicious it put me in a food coma. Work just…” I wrinkled my nose and walked inside the air conditioned home; Taylor and Richie followed, shutting the door behind them.

I made a fresh pot of coffee while we hung out in the kitchen and Taylor went over my allergies, in detail, again, to poor Richie.

He looked over at me as I pulled mugs from the cabinet, and I mouthed an apology. He smiled warmly and fixed his eyes, full of love and adoration, on Taylor. I filled our mugs.

My chest felt tight witnessing their love. As I poured coffee, my mind drifted off to my early morning and the angelic light.

Could it have been the same lights I had watched for weeks? Or was I just crazy? Losing my grip on reality. I glanced over at Taylor and Richie and observed how in sync they were with one another. A proposal would be coming soon. And while I was happy for them, I couldn’t help but to be sad for me.

How would I afford this place alone? Would I still see Taylor? Was I imagining an orgasmic extraterrestrial light because I masturbated too much, and my closest friend was happily monogamous? If I did imagine it, how did it feel so real?

Even standing in the kitchen clasping my hot mug of coffee, I could feel it. The heat and the electricity that had filled my essence. How could it be fake?

I didn't gain any clarity in the following days.

That night after I showered, I crawled under my thick comforter, promising myself I would dress and go outside. I wouldn't miss the lights, my lights. But at some point, I drifted off into a sleep and when I woke, I couldn't move.

I was stuck in a sleep paralysis, barely able to control my eyes. I tried to focus on the pictures on the walls, my dresser, but my lids were so heavy. In the corner I saw a shadow, a tall form, the darkness stretched to the ceiling. I wanted to panic. I felt it begin in my chest, but it faded almost immediately, and I felt the warm electricity from the night before.

The very same.

Even though it was only the second time I had felt it, it was already so familiar. My mind quieted and I immediately gave in. I was floating. I was alive. Every strand of hair on my head felt charged, I could feel touches swirling through the rivets of my fingerprints. I felt sensations on places I had never imagined. And just when I hit a stage of immense ecstasy, they were gone.

Night after night the shadow came to me, and I was unable to go to it.

Until I decided I had enough. I would catch this shadow. The shadow that came from the light.

I didn't know where to begin, but I did know how to be sneaky. That night, I stuffed clothes under my comforter and rearranged my pillows, then I hid myself in the closet. But...I woke up in my bed the next morning. I did it again, this time drinking coffee and energy drinks. Still, I ended up. In. My. Bed. I had about given up on catching the shadow, when another idea intruded into my mind. A dangerous idea. But I had to know for myself, this wasn't fake. That it was all real and I wasn't imagining a connection.

It was Friday and I had managed to get out of work on time, without being guilted into staying later. Taylor stayed at Richie's, and I had our quaint 2-bedroom home myself. I was nervous, I had been since I had come up with the idea. I was playing with fire thinking I could predict an unknown beings' reactions and response. But that didn't stop me.

I waited until 2:30a.

Living in the mountains not only meant a lack of neighbors but also a lack of light. When there was a new moon there was no chance of seeing anything at all. And on the deck, that's what I was greeted with. An intense, pitch, blackness. Slowly, the stars in the sky began to show as my eyes adjusted to the dark, and eagerly I waited, and stared.

A star glinted, catching my attention. It glimmered, and grew, and grew, bigger, brighter. Colors bgan to appear within the star, swirling. My breath caught and my heart leapt into my throat. It was the light, the same light. I couldn't waste the moment. I wanted to bask in the warmth, the peace, the bliss, but it seemed like this light could never get away from me fast enough. Though it liked me enough to keep coming back...

I swallowed and placed my hand on the wall that the railing was connected to, and quickly I set one foot up and pushed myself a top. It wasn't hard to balance on the railing, even as the light grew brighter, blinding me. My heart thudded, painfully. My ribs were thrumming, and my body was tense with trepidation. I heard a sound, deep, like a machine. It groaned out to me, almost as if it were upset. I didn't care.

I moved my hand from the wall and let both of my arms hang at my sides. A cool wind blew through my hair, and I lifted my face to the light.

"You'll have to catch me if you don't want me to die." And I stepped off. Without hesitation, before I could lose my nerve.

It was stupid. Dumb. Not at all a thought-out plan. I couldn't see the ground through the blinding light, but I knew the impact was coming and even in that moment I didn't regret it. Because I would have done anything for an answer.

I felt the same warmth I had grown accustomed to and become addicted to. It wasn't feathering inside of me, it was solid on the surface. I was blinded by a stark white light, an almost painful brightness that burned my eyes and brought forth tears. For the first time I could touch something solid in the light and I moved my hands desperately searching for a place to hold on. To keep whatever, whoever it was, with me until I opened my eyes. But it was as if I was hugging a wall of stone! There were no curves or edges I could grab, wrap around.

"Lift thy gaze to me." A voice spoke. A voice as deep as thunder but as soft as music. The light was still blinding me, I squinted and covered my eyes when gradually the light softened.

My mind wanted my heart to race but it held calm. Swallowing, I moved my hands from my face and looked down at my legs and the surface I sat on. I blinked to clear my vision, because I had to be mistaken.

"Your boldness is no more?"

I looked around and saw a picturesque landscape, with lush grass, flowers in colors I had never seen, and a sky that held the stars while cradling the sun. And looking at me, were eyes that were so green they could've been yellow, and they were framed by thick, ink black lashes. Only, I sat in their hand, no bigger than a hamster. Their face was glowing in a way I could hardly process. I had never seen anything so beautiful and terrifying.

I wanted to speak, anything, but my body was frozen.

"You dare me to unveil my form yet now find yourself speechless."

I was. So speechless. Dumbfoundedly speechless and I was hating myself more and more every second because of it.

"Wh--Who are you?" I managed to fumble. They rose a brow.

"You can call to me as Dio." His words rippled through me, and I felt a haze blanketing me. I felt a change underneath me and when I looked, I was taking up more space in his hand. I touched my abdomen and trailed down to my legs, as if it would tell me something.

"Am I growing?"

"Acclimating. You gave me little time to respond so your perception had no time to adjust." He could have been scolding me but all I heard was music. Something soft, sweet, it was magical.

His hand went from cradling me, to cupping me, as I grew. I felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole. But he said it was only my perception...?

Even with my perception righted I was still dwarfed in this world, surrounded by trees the size of mountains and flowers larger than my hands. Dio towered before me, still glowing like an apparition.

"What are you doing to me?" I didn't know how else to phrase it, I just wanted an answer. I wanted every answer.

"I touch you not." He lifted his hands and bells sounded, it was clinking of chains and charms. He was elaborately clothed in white, jewels hung over a bare chest, black hair entwined in gold cascaded over his shoulders. My hand rested on my stomach where flutters began.

"This feeling. I'm so calm." My voice was a whisper and my legs felt weak. The tension in my shoulders and neck evaporated and I felt loose.

"You could never sleep, I merely assisted." His eyes looked over me, with a curiosity cloaked in care.

"How? What did you do that made me fall asleep? That made me..." I stopped myself, unable to say it aloud.

"I read poetry."

"Poe-" I tilted my head as a puzzle began to piece together. "Poetry, ecstasy...this haze." I lifted my hand and watched it blur with motion. "Dionysus? The god of wine, poetry, ecstasy and pleasure."

"Those are my people, yes!" He sounded amused but also pleased with me. I was even more enamored, pulled under his spell. "At one time we were known as pleasure Gods, that was many rotations ago for your realm."

It was so much information, more than I knew what to do with. People? That were pleasure gods? I blindly felt behind me for support, knowing my body was losing balance. I felt my legs give and simultaneously felt an arm across my lower back. I gasped as my chest came into contact with a sturdy form and my cheeks rested against the cold metal of his jewelry.

"Give yourself time to adjust, Human. This isn't your realm." He spoke into my hair and his breath was warm, my body molded to his, relaxed and unafraid.

"I didn't hear your poetry. I never heard anything." I spoke against him, rambled more like it. I wasn't even sure I was making any sense. He kept his arm at my lower back and with his other I felt him stroke my hair from crown all the way down my back.

"Sound doesn't travel through the portals, but lights do. I sent you lights with my poems."

My eyes were growing heavy, but I didn't want them to. I didn't want to leave. I knew if I closed my eyes, I wouldn't see him when I opened them again. I grabbed onto him, I clung at his shoulders and pushed myself into him.

"Don't send me back. Not yet." I wrapped my arms around him and brushed my lips against his neck as I plead. "How will I call for you again? How will you hear me? I can't leave yet, not yet." I was so tired, losing the world around me, losing my grip on him.

"Call to the stars Astraeus, and I will hear you in every sphere."

I was slipping, his voice was fading. I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his, desperate to leave with the feel of him. To know more than what I felt from the lights.

I don't know if he kissed me back.

But when I woke in my room, to my white walls and floral curtains, his voice echoed in my mind like a whisper:

Human women are indeed the universes sweetest verboten.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ To Be Continued… ♥

[obey-me-disaster]

Descend to me, my Morning Star (Part 2)

A/N:Here is the first chapter for anyone that's curious ^-^

If I were to 100% go by the original poem, Solomon would have appeared later but I wanted him to make a small introduction for him too.

Synopsis: After their last meeting with Lucifer, MC decided to catch up on sleep so people will stop worrying about them. While doing that, a certain sorcerer that they know too well came to pay them a visit

Lucifer x gn!MC x Solomon

A night, then two have passed since their last meeting, and as much as MC hated to admit, their lack of sleep was starting to catch up on their body. People around them would start questioning them about their well being. If only they knew that it was no sickness that kept them awake but the Morningstar himself.

They have took the opportunity to catch up on sleep. Their body was slowly gaining its strength back but their heart was aching from not being able to have Lucifer on their side. They were so lost in thought about the whole situation that they haven't noticed when the doors to their room slowly opened.

"You're making that face you do every time you're thinking really hard about something." MC could feel their soul leave their body at the sudden appearance of a certain royal sorcerer.

"You again and your bad habit of appearing out of thin air. One of these days you're going to give me a heart attack." The young royal tried to appear indignant, to save some face but their facade was easy to see through.

"If I have to work on my so called 'bad habit' of appearing out of nowhere, you need to work on your acting skills." The sorcerer didn't bother to hide his amusement as he made himself comfortable next to them.

Shaking their head at his antics, MC rested their head on his shoulder. How long has it been since they have known Solomon? He was took in by the former royal magician since he was little. Before that he was a wondering, but bold, bastard with a passion for magic. Both of them knew each other since they were little.

How did time fly by so fast? It felt like yesterday when they were playing outside and Solomon was nothing but a simple apprentice. Now he was someone of great renown throughout the kingdom.

Despite all of his fame and opportunities to leave, he choose to remain in the castle. When asked he would simply reply 'I have everything I need for my research right here, no need for me to leave this place.'

"You went from contemplating about your latest problem to using me as a pillow? I must say that I am flattered with the attention you give me." Solomon try to get a small reaction out of them, so they would be more alert, but instead it seemed they just made themselves more comfortable.

Sighing at his failed attempt, he proceeded to go straight to the point, since beating around the bush had no effect. "So, are you going to tell me what keeps you up at night, or should I say who."

Hearing the last words MC finally woke up for good and put some distance between them. They were in too much shock from Solomon coming so close to the truth, that they didn't realize they have basically confirmed that they were losing sleep over someone through their body language.

"So it really is someone! And here I thought I would need to use some anti-lying spells to make you tell the truth." Solomon chuckled as he observed how MC was squirming in their seat. They were just like an open book, at least to him.

"You really are insufferable! Ok yeah you got me, I am seeing someone, do you plan on telling anyone?" MC huffs at his teasing but deep down they were freaking out at being found out. They have been close to one another since childhood, keeping secrets that only the two of them know. But this situation was different.

Seeing the worry slowly creeping up on their face Solomon was quick dismiss their worries. "Don't worry, I will keep your secret, no need to worry of that. But in exchange you have to answear to some questions of mine"

God bless his soul, but from the outside he looks shady, like he has bad intention, but he only wants happiness for MC, even if it will not be with him. They have grown together, side by side, he saw how they grew into such a great person, how could he not fall for them?

"Depends on what you want to know..." MC has visibly relaxed, but it was clear that they were still somewhat on their guard.

Throughout their conversation Solomon could that MC was avoiding certain information like 'where is he from', 'how does he come into your room at night, you leave into the highest point of the castle?'

Despite all of the dancing around certain questions, it was clear to everyone that MC clearly loved 'that man'. The fondness in their voice as they talked about him, the soft look in their eyes, he should be happy for them, to have found someone that makes them happy, but all he could think was 'Why couldn't they look at me like that? Why wouldn't they talk with the same fondness about me too?'

Nevertheless, he still showed support of his best friend's newfound relationship. "Judging by your constant glancing at the clock, I get that it's nearly time to meet up with your lover." Getting up he made his way out of the room "Enjoy your date, and please, rest for a bit. People around you are starting to get worried." He flashes one of his teasing smiles before closing the door behind him.

With no one around to see him he let his smile drop as he made his way over to his chambers. The less he thinks about the whole situation the better it will be for his poor heart.

After Solomon left the room, MC let out a breath they didn't even knew they were holding in. It was nice, to be able to open up to one of the closest people to them, but at the same time it was still nerve wrecking having to walk on eggshells about what they could divulge or not.

"I am gonna start growing white hairs from all the stress Solomon will give me..." Massaging their temples MC let their body fall on their bed. "It's still too early to call Lucifer down on earth and I can't exactly go to sleep yet either.."

Groaning, MC got out of bed and went to find something to do so the time will pass faster. If people see them be active around the palace, it would ease up their worries. Besides, if they were to only stay up in their room all day, only waiting for the night to come, they would be nothing than a plant.

Their life was short compared to Lucifer, so what good would do for them to just let it go to waste? To let time pass without experiencing what life has to offer. Since meeting Lucifer, MC has really start to take pride in their humanity. As much as it restricted them from truly being with their beloved, it was also the reason their relationship even begun in the first place.

Remembering the night they summoned him out of sheer curiosity brought a smile on their face. Especially the perplexed look on his face when he realized it was a human that had no idea of what they were doing that summoned him. Nevertheless, it was the same humane curiosity and wonder that made him come back again and again, every time MC would call for him.

Out of all their meetings, the first ones will always be the most memorable. Having the chance to see him slowly drop his guard and show his soft side, is something MC will always treasure for the rest of their life. Maybe one day, they will get to meet his brothers and see even more sides of him. Until then they will create more memories to cherish and more stories to tell Lucifer on his visits.

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omg it was my birthday a couple of days ago too, both taurus!! I ended up drunkenly crying on a night out in a club on my birthday (lol) so I just have this image of you and Ross having the most lovely night out, just the two of you, going to a takeaway place after, waiting for a taxi in the rain at like 4am and you both just being all over each other and so in love, and he’s so sweet and made your birthday so special. maybe he requested your favourite songs to the dj and danced with you all night, and when you get home you’re just so happy and all warm and fuzzy <3

happy birthday by the way angel!!

omg taurus angel i hope you had a good day (aside from the drunk crying. mood tho lol)!! this is so so cute!! i always think the best nights out are the impromptu ones, so i'm thinking that the two of you have had a really lovely day, gone out for a huge fancy lunch, then to a bar with the intent of having a few drinks then heading home. and the night just flies in, because you're having such a good time (and you and ross, sappy cuties that you are, keep getting lost in each other's eyes), so much so that neither of you want to go home when the bar staff call for last orders. ross is like "you know, we could go out out, if you want, babe" and you're like "clubbing? alright!", so you go and queue for a nearby nightclub. ross has to subtly kiss your neck as a distraction technique to prevent you having an existential crisis about your age when you end up behind a group of newly-eighteen-year-olds, and as soon as you both get in he drags you to the bar to do a shot or two to relax lol. and it works - you have a great night dancing with him (he defo makes sure to request some of your fave songs lol) and drinking weird nightclub cocktails (would pay to see any member of the 1975 drink a venom actually) and befriending random girls in the toilets when they tell you how pretty you are and compliment your dress (mvps, truly). i do think you'd leave a teeny bit earlier than 4am, but not for tiredness reasons - the grinding on your boyfriend and the making out in the smoking area really gets to you both (if you catch my drift), and you drag ross out of the club at 2:30, ready to jump into a taxi and then jump him as soon as you both get through your front door lol. but then you clock the takeaway across the road as soon as you get outside and you're like "ok babe i love you and i really do want you, but i also really want a munchie box (THE post-night out food don't @ me)", and ross laughs and he's like "right, well, we can get one if you promise to share the chips with me" and you're tipsy like "you're the love of my life i'll always share my chips with you!!" and then you make out again for a bit until it starts raining and you have to run for cover in the takeaway lol. and you get your food, and the two of you stand in this random doorway contentedly eating chips and naan and pakora and then having another smoke before walking to the taxi rank. it's still raining, and the queue is long, but neither you or ross care - you're too busy snuggling into ross' chest sleepily, him asking you if you've had a nice birthday and you saying "the best", to care. and yeah, you don't end up having sex when you get home because you're so tired, but you're both so content just cuddling lovingly and spooning to sleep that it doesn't matter <3

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A/N: OOOf that Chapter gave me a hard time cause I'm so inexperienced in writing really cute fluff (even after 10 years of marriage😅🫣 well never wrote it down lol) BUT I think this is a good start for now.

minimum of swearing, also lots of fluff, loveydovey aaaand yes kissing.🥰

word count: 2,3k (welp these chapters getting bigger)

Proofread? : I tried but as always I'm german so...you know ;)

use of HE/SHE

Again the Name of this Chapter is from the song covered by the daugther of craig mazin, jessica mazin! Absolutely beautiful🥰😇

(This is not my YT Video)

Chapter 3

♡NEVER LET ME DOWN AGAIN♡

sweet...not too sweet...I slowly take a deep breath and open my eyes dreamily. Totally blurred with fatigue I feel only her soft hair and I immediately realize what is happening here.

I look down directly into the face of Bella, arms wrapped around her and our bodies so close that not even a needle could fit between us.

Silently I just enjoy every second, not that it's over too quickly.

What are we actually? Friends? Lovers?

Bella moves a bit, hums a little and just continues to cuddle with me, unaware that I am not her pillow. I smile while my heart probably wants to kill me from stumbling and I gently caress her cheek.

She is so sweet....simply everything about her is so sweet. Her fawn eyes, her smile and when she laughs it's so incredibly infectious.

Lost in thought, I look at her and I am miserably aware that I am in love with her. I never want to leave her side. I am aware of that but her?

Too big is the fear that something comes in between or she does not share all these feelings with me.

Stillness?

Is useless because even without words it is obvious what's happening here.

Impossible to get out of there today without an ultimatum. Either my heart will be broken or I will have achieved impossible.

We were just 2 girls in a bar and now I'm lying here with her...she absolutely clueless...yet.... Bella's hand moves to my upper arm gently grips and slowly opens her eyes.

Here we go....

"HUGH!?!"

Other than expected to startle, fall down or hit me in the face was her first impulse to hide her face in my chest which doesn't make the whole situation much better. The heat rose in her face and her breath became faster.

"Bella?" I mutter while trying to get away from her rather unwillingly.

"Bella!?! hey..h..hey breathe!"

Her breath is like that of a marathon runner as she continues to cling. "ssshhhh....oi hey it's ok it's just me. You had a nightmare and I thought I'd keep you company."

Her breathing slowly calms down a bit and she sits up without looking at me. I regret it, after all I didn't want to scare her.

"I didn't mean to catch you off guard I'm sorry" I say sincerely.

"It's ok, I...better make breakfast now. I have an appointment with my manager later to prepare everything for tomorrow. I'll book us a single suite, they are always free" She stands up and smiles at me.

"Thank you for taking care of me" She blushes "I liked that...." and she goes into the bathroom to freshen up and make breakfast.

"She liked it...."

My cheeks burning, while my heart beats again in the wrong rhythm and as if that is not enough there is the tingling again.

Sitting at the table I look at my breakfast. "Aren't these suits expensive?" I asked curiously.

"Please don't worry, my manager will take care of it. I invited you so it's fine." We finished our breakfast and did the rest of the things that were important.

*NEXT DAY AT THE AIRPORT*

Rain pours down on us as we arrive at the airport. We finally find our plane which will fly us to New York.

From there we change planes and will get to Calgary. It is getting colder and colder and in Calgary there is probably already snow.

Bella sneezes.

I can clearly see the bags under her eyes. She must have hardly slept the last night. "Make yourself comfortable we have an 11 hour flight ahead of us." She says and yawns.

"Are you tired? You're welcome to sleep. It's still the middle of the night anyway," I look at her, scrutinizing.

He lies down while I order a drink. 11 hours caught, miles above together with the love of my life who still not broke my heart.

She seems to have fallen asleep quickly so I sit down next to her and watch her shallow breathing.

That's a good girl.

Another panic attack wouldn't be so good up here. She sleeps so peacefully so quietly that I hardly notice that I am also drifting off to sleep.

While I slip down more and more without noticing it, Bella snuggles up to me again. I freak out for a second and just let it happen.

Cuddle my head on hers, grab her hand and stroke my thumb gently over the back of her hand.

Her lips draw a small smile on her face.

Fuck........

how much I want to kiss these. Our bodies are so close together that I can literally feel his heartbeat.

For a second I don't think and get so close to her with my face that our noses touch very gently. She sleeps so deep she doesn't even notice.

My whole body feels almost numb It makes me mad to be so close and yet so far away from her. I didn't realize how much my frustration had built up and tears were coming to my eyes.

I don't wanna hurt her...not again.

Bella opens her eyes but this time she just looks at me, feeling her breath makes me super excited.

My body is so fuck'n ready to kiss her releasing all the tingling. As if she internalizes me she blinks a few times trying to close the gap, but turbulence makes our lives hell when we both hit our heads.

I swear I must have a pact with the devil himself. I am sure that our lips have just touched, even if only delicately.

"fuck this stupid weather almost scares me!" I groan and sit up while rubbing my forehead.

"everything okay with your forehead?" she looks at me and also holds her forehead.

"yeah it's fine" I smile briefly and just throw myself backwards on my back.

He looks at me, hesitates, but I feel his body against me again very carefully and with deliberation. Bella plays with the thread of my hoodie and then looks up at me.

"have you ever been to New York?"

"no, only England was my only destination" I say and gently stroke her back. Oh man my heart-doctor is going nuts if my heart doesn't calm down soon. But I love it, the tingling, the goosebumps and Bella....

Actually now would be a good time to say what I feel but I don't want to ruin this one moment.

After all, we still have a few hours left and damn it, I just want to spend them with her! I cheekily tickle her back and promptly get the answer.

"HEY!" she giggles so sweetly and suddently gently bites my arm.

Gaaawd I love her big smile especially when she gets excited. No matter which interview she held together with Pedro I always had to grin wide when she laughed.

"bella..."

"mmh..."she murmurs and snuggles closer to me while tenderly stroking my arm up and down.

"what the hell are we doing here....? What does that mean?"I close my eyes.

"That we're friends and killing time...?" she says playfully with an almost ironic smile.

"Liar...." I say barely audibly and hug her tightly. Everything feels so perfect right now and I can feel exactly that her heart also needs a doctor for God's sake.

Please...never let me down again.....

The rest of the flight we spend with cuddling and just enjoying each others presence without talking much.

It felt so magical and I know that won't be all. Anyway, I will make it clear to her what I feel. I already know when...

***NEWARK LIBERTY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT***

Huge crowds, tall buildings and an incredible amount of lights even in broad daylight.

I feel like I'm in heaven. "I've never been to New York. "I can't get out of my amazement and look around as if I had landed on a foreign planet.

Bella smiles and stands right in front of me. "So we have exactly 12 hours to get on the other plane. You want to have a look around the city?"

"yeah absolutely of course!" I'm getting way too excited while looking arround.

There are advertisings from the current shows THE LAST OF US also other super popular series like House of the dragons.

"you once said in an interview that you watched House of the dragons".

"yes i did, it was great" she smiles

"but no Game of Thrones"

"yeah I just can't see Pedro's eyes being squeezed out" she looks at me mischievously.

"I already know where we are going to look first so come on" she moves on with a confident smile.

I giggle "As you command, your Queen and Highness of Westeros," I say as I bow and stifle a laugh.

"If you don't want to be beheaded right away, follow me immediately, you despicable yeoman!"

I didn't expect that, so I look at her in surprise as I stand up straight again. "Dude I thought you were going to hit me, instead you turn me on".

This time it was Bella who was not prepared for my words and now stands there completely perplexed.

"Bella? Bella Ramsey!?" ... "it's the Ellie from the new show! wow!" People are coming closer and closer to us with their mobiles in their hands.

"BELLAAA!!!" people start to freak out sure we are in New York and there is a higher volume of people.

At first Bella smiles but as fast as the people approach us the more nervous she gets.

"come babe" I grab her hand, pull the hood of my hoodie over my head and just run.

Not just anywhere no...to one of the first places we were going to. after a short sprint and completely out of breath I ask the cab driver if he can give us a lift.

Luckily he can give us a ride and before we know it we are there. When I wanted to take my hand to me, Bella just grabbed it again and lightly pressed it shut. I first look at my hand and then into her eyes. She is obviously smiling happily.

I quickly gave the driver his money and we got out. There it is...The figure standing on a massive pedestal made of a copper shell that stretches on a steel framework in the right hand a gold-plated torch. The Statue of Liberty.

"wow even from here it is really huge" even Bella marveled.

"crazy..." here I am standing on American soil, the Statue of Liberty in front of me, and that together with Bella. That it has come so far I would never have thought but fate means it exceptionally times well with me.

Bella is still looking at the statue without knowing that she is the main attraction here.

Hardly people around us I just grab her hand, pull her to me and without wasting time our lips meet. Everything around us becomes surreal almost empty and at the same time it is as if a bomb has exploded right next to us. Her lips are so soft and tender without resistance.

I more or less detach myself from her lips and look at her silently without even the slightest hint of an expression.

"Friends huh..." I whisper. She didn't resist the kiss. Question answered I thought but hell was I wrong.

The complete answer still comes as she takes my face in her hands, still hesitates a little but finally fills the space between us. This time our two lips are completely in harmony, clearly more demanding and greedy. God how I hope that is not just a dream.

My heart prepares to stop while Bella's breathing gets out of control. We involuntarily and breathlessly break away as we look into each other's eyes. Face to face pretty close I can feel her fast breaths on my lips and the heat.

I bite my lower lip before I lose control not to kiss her once again. "I'm leaving the friend zone," I whisper, barely audible. "fuck" I can't and just steal another kiss from her, she totally melting into it.

Finally, Bella made a sound, but not the one I expected. A soft sigh. She seems to enjoy it. We disengage again, and as we do, I look at her seriously. "You have no idea how big my crush is on you" I take a deep breath and gently grab one of her hands.

"Y/N...." She looks at me lovingly with her red cheeks. "you were just a girl in the bar. I knew WHO you were and I was a fan of yours before...I admit that, but I never thought this would happen. for real!"

She looks at my hand and thinks what to say. "Normally I avoid all the fans, you haven't given the impression that you want to jump on me" There it is again, the sweet smile of hers.

"I wanna be your Lover for the rest of my life!" I speak softly. "I want to be the one who protects you, accompanies you to all possible interviews to stand by you. want to hold you tight whenever you have another nightmare. wake up next to you every day and punch everyone in the face who gets too close to you.

Maaan Bella looks so happy. She hugs me and burries her face in my neck. "you are the cutest I swear!" She mumbles in my shoulder, realizing how people starts looking again.

"we should go" She says shortly and grabs my hand. "I don't care what people saying" We ignore all the people and walking to the different places like coffeeshops and a few other sights until the time comes to go to our next plane.

A/N: Things getting interesting. So If I am done with the whole plot I will be open for requests of yours.

Also smut will comming in the next 1-2 chapters. I will clearly mark that part in chap if some of you don't want to read that and just want to skip.

For more Chapters, stories and more just look at my Masterlist ♡

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Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Fandom: Lost in Space (2018)

Lee!Will, Ler!Penny and Robot(?)

Summary: While preparing for the first Halloween party at Alpha Centaury, Penny is reminded of Will's biggest weakness.

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Will was holding onto a small ledge in the wall, hanging by one hand, the other holding a homemade, sparkly, orange and purple streamer, refusing Robot's help while Penny smiled evilly from below. How did he get into this situation?

It all started with Penny banging on his ship's door.

"Will get up! We have no time for sleeping if we want to get this done!"

Will groaned as he sat up, Robot standing above him as usual.

"Are you regretting our decision to help her, too?" He asked his friend.

Robot tilted his head. "Help Penny Robinson. Promise." He stated, pointing at Will.

"Yeah, I know." Will smiled as he grabbed clothing to get ready.

Will and Robot had returned to Alpha Centaury for Penny's birthday. They brought a cool glowing rock that they discovered on a distant planet (it was safe in every way other than it being a rock). The small party of just family members had gone great. As they were laying around, Penny had jumped up saying that she wanted to throw a Halloween. She made everyone promise to help, even though no one was against the idea.

"C'mon Will! Robot got out here faster than you, slow poke!" Penny's shouting snapped Will out of his reminiscing with only one boot on. He did notice that robot was not present in the ship anymore.

"I'm here." He yawned as the door opened, letting the light of the early morning suns to wash over him, along with the impatient glare from Penny, who was tapping her foot in disappointment.

"Dude!" She grabbed his hand and started dragging him away from his house. "You wasted ten whole minutes lollygagging! We only have so long before people notice!" She shoved a box of colorful stuff in his arms. "Take these and follow me!" She then picked up her own box and briskly walked down the road.

Will rolled his eyes and followed along. "She probably took way longer to get out of her bed." He muttered, glancing to Robot.

Robot gave him the equivalent of a "shush" face as he dragged a cart full of barrels, pumpkins, and paint. He then did the equivalent of a friendly shoulder bump, which, of course, sent will stumbling away from the force. Let her be.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop complaining about the really early morning on my week off." Will chuckled, bumping him back. "Now lets catch up!"

The decorations and preparations had gone good thus far, with tables properly decorated, barrels for apple bobbing set up (why did penny need those??), the carving corner had the paper mat and trashcan along with the carving tools.

When Will had asked as they hung bats and ghosts on the ceiling with a tall ladder, why the others weren't here. Apparently, John had helped make the decorations the other night, Grant had helped her get permission to use the large meeting room and had haggled with the pumpkin farmers for cheeper prices. Maureen was currently distracting anyone awake at this ungodly hour while Judy made the baked treats. Don was making the candy with some chocolate (where did it come from? best not to ask). Debbie was doing chicken stuff.

Currently, Will was putting up the last of the decorations.

"Just don't look down!" Penny called from below. Will rolled his eyes as he balanced precariously on a ledge.

He taped the long streamer to the ceiling and shimmied a few feet further to tape it again. This was a quicker process than climbing down the ladder, moving it, then climbing up again for each taping of the streamer. Was it safe? No. Did the adventuress teens care? No. However, Robot did, which was why he was repeating "No, Will Robinson. Down." as he followed with his arms up to catch him if he fell. Penny was just following along, calling out "useful" advice.

"How would I look down?" Will called down, "my chin is plastered to the wall."

"I dunno, just don't!"

"No, Will Robinson. Down."

"I know bud," Will replied, "I just need to tape the end to this corner, than I will come down."

"I shall retrieve the ladder!" Penny anounced, walking to the corner Will was heading to and picking up the ladder. Or attempted to. She somehow knocked it over instead.

The loud CLANG startled Will, causing him to slip and fall.

Cold, Metal hands caught him around the waist, squeezing tight.

Will threw his hands over his mouth, hoping to hide his reaction, but was too late.

The high pitched yelp that echoed around the room caused Penny's rushing apologies to stop.

Will felt his face heat up as he looked down at Robot, who had loosened his hold. His head was tilted in question. Did I hurt you?

"Don't worry, big guy." Penny sauntered over, a grin taking over her face. "He's ok. Just a little ticklish, right Will?"

Will felt his blush move to his ears as he nodded. He could take the embarrassment if it let his friend know he didn't cause any harm.

There was a pause filled by Penny's snickering at his misfortune, until...

"Tih KL Sh?" Robot looked to Penny, confused.

"You don't know what 'ticklish' is?" She asked. When Robot shook his head, she attempted to explain the odd quirk the human nerves contain.

Will took this time to wriggle out of his friends grip, which had loosened after his intense reaction earlier. He managed to squirm out and onto Robot's still outstretched arms, using them like a stool to hop and grab at the ledge. He knew that at any moment, Penny was going to-

"You know what?" Penny's voice was taking a teasy tone. "It would be easier to show you. Right Will?" Her and Robot turned their heads to face him just as he lept off Robot and managed to grasp the ledge firmly with one hand. The other accidentally grabbed the still hanging streamer instead.

"No Will Robinson!" Robot tried to grab his foot, but he swung it out of reach.

"No Robot!" He copied as he did a sad half pull-up. "I am staying up here! Away from the demon you have awakened!"

"Oh, C'mon Will!" Penny called up, grinning impishly, "You're the one who keeps saying we should teach him human things!"

"Down. Will Robinson!"

"Well, not this!" Another failed attempt to get up.

"It's not like you'll mind! You always used to ask me to ti-"

"Shuhush!" Will accidentally let a few flustered giggles escape. This whole situation was honestly just silly.

"Help Will Robinson. Penny Robinson!" Penny looked to Robot, who was holding his arms out.

"Oh!" Her grin widened. "Let's do this!"

Will was attempting his newest pull-up when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. His flustered giggles turned into anticipatory ones when he saw Robot lifting Penny up like Simba, right towards him.

"Noho!" He started thrying to get purchase with his feet, but it was all for not. "Nohoho, Peehehehnnyhuhheee! DohohoHOHNHHPFFT-AAHAHA!"

He couldn't hold back the high-pitched cackles when Penny wrapped her arms around his waist and dug into his ribs.

The rough tickling without any build-up immediately made his arms shoot down and claw at the offending arms.

Robot was happy to be able to gently put the siblings down as his friend laughed and laughed in his sister's arms. Humans are silly. He watched as Will slid out of the girls grip and flopped onto the floor, his face bright red and giggling hysterically.

"Puhuhu-Pehehennyhyhee wahahaihihiHIHIHETAAHahAHAhahaA!!!"His cackling returned when Penny pounced onto him and clawed at his stomach.

"No waiting! We must educate you bulky friend how 'tickle' works!" Penny anounced. "Plus, it has been way too long since I did this!" Her hands shot up to his armpits, causing a loud shriek to escape his lungs."

Robot watched, fascinated, as his friend threw his head back, smiling wider than he had ever seen. Will's face and neck were bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was kicking and bucking beneath his sister, but, Robot smiled (or did the sparkle-face equivalent), when he noticed that Will was definitely not fighting back with all his strength. It seemed Penny wasn't the only one missing their odd bonding thing.

"Now," Penny looked up at Robot, "If you wanted to so this, you would have to be veeeeryy gentle." Robot nodded. "Don't want to risk hurting someone with your tough and pointy hands." She smiled back down at her brother, who's laughter had now gone silent. "But looks like you won't het to tickle Will today." She stopped and scooted of the giggly armadillo that was her brother.

"Yohohohuhuhu suhuck!" He anounced once his giggle high left.

"Yeah, yeah," Penny stood up. "But you love me anyway." She held out her hand to help him get to his feet.

"Healthy Will Robinson?" Robot made sure.

"Yup." Will gave him two wobbly thumb ups.

"Great!" Penny clapped once. "Now let's finish getting this party ready!"

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authors note: it is here!! tumblr deleted half of this, so i had to re-type it. i hope it is still ok and that i have given other lost in space fans in the tk community good soup :)

[mybrainismelted]

Office AU - part 7! previous chapters here (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6) Or read it all on A03 here

Mickey woke suddenly the next morning, confused and alarmed at first at the feel of another body in his bed, his hand wrapped around someone's arm.  As his brain finally lost some of its fuzziness, he remembered just who was there with him, and couldn't help but smile. He opened his eyes, and found Ian already awake and apparently watching him sleep.

"What are you looking at?" he grumbled, not able to quite get the smile off his face.

"Just the best sight I've woken up to in a long time."  came the mushy response, as Ian turned on his side to face Mickey.  "Thanks again for letting me stay last night.  I probably would have fallen asleep on the train and still been there."

"Sap."  Mickey replied.  "You can crash here any time, man. This next couple of weeks is going to be exhausting.... maybe you should head home at lunch and get some extra clothes to keep here, just in case?" he couldn't quite meet Ian's eyes as he said that part, not wanting to see what he expected to be confusion or rejection.

Instead, he felt fingers gently stroking his arm, and then softly pulling his chin up to make eye contact.  "You're amazing, and that's a great idea.  If you're really sure you don't mind?"

"Wouldn't have offered if I minded, Ian. Want to see you as much as I can since the boss is intent on cockblocking us." he had to laugh.  "But I guess that means I should like, buy some groceries or something.  Pretty sure all I have is half a jar of peanut butter and a couple of pop tarts.  Which reminds me, we might have to buy breakfast."

Ian laughed and leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips before rolling out of bed.  "Guess we should get moving then.  Mind if I shower?  And... uh... I might need to borrow something to wear?"

"Yeah, of course, go shower.  I'll find you something to wear and leave it out for you, but you probably have to wear your pants again."  he gestured to Ian's long legs, with a smirk.

Once he heard the water running, he climbed out of bed and went rummaging for clothes for both of them for the day.  Laid them out on the bed, found Ian's pants and added them to the pile, and made a snap decision.  He stripped out of his boxers and undershirt,  and made a dash for the bathroom. 

Pulling back the shower curtain, he took in the beautiful sight of a naked, wet Ian Gallagher, before managing to stutter out "um, mind if I join you?"

Ian blinked open his eyes, smiled, and grabbed his hand, pulling him in under the water.  They took a minute to admire each other, before crashing together in a heated kiss.  Hands roamed, lips and tongues tasted newly exposed skin, and soft moans filled the air as they took each other in hand, finally touching, feeling, and bringing each other to completion under the warm spray.  "Fuck..." was all either one of them could say as they leaned against each other, trying to catch their breath.  "ok, we gotta actually get clean and get to work now." Mickey said softly. 

They finished up, smiling gently at each other, before stepping out and drying each other off.  They got dressed and ready in companionable silence, never too far from the other.  On the walk to work, they stopped at the closest coffee shop to get muffins and coffee for breakfast, and talked idly about not much of anything as they headed to the office.  Just before they got to the doors of their building, Mickey grabbed Ian's hand and pulled him to a stop.  "Before we go in there and have to try to behave for the day...." he leaned in to kiss Ian, intending it to be quick and gentle, but not being able to stop.

"I KNEW IT!!"  they heard being screeched from half a block away.

Mickey pulled away, sighed, and muttered "Hey Jess" as he turned to face his friend.  "Could you maybe chill with the squealing, it's early and we haven't had our coffee yet."

Jess sauntered over, and punched him in the arm. "Fucker. Most of us were asleep on our feet last night, and you somehow ended up bringing the office hottie home with you?"

Mickey just sighed, glanced at Ian, and said "yeah, ok, but can you please try to keep quiet about this for a bit?  We know people already think something is going on, we just don't want to like, confirm anything right now.  One nosy friend all up in our business is enough."

Jess sniffed, but hugged them both, and linked her arms with them, escorting them into the office, chatting about the dreadful day they had in store.

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Can you do when we collapse from lack of sleep ck and kk3

Kk3: you had been having to work longer hours at your job recently. Two people quit their jobs and you had to pick up the work load, and that meant starting earlier and finishing very late. Terry had commented on this, saying that you needed to take a break. You were working 6 days a week for at least 12 hours in a row. But you tried to convince him that once they recruited more people it would go back to normal. 2 weeks later, you were coming out of the office towards your car, and it was about 11 o clock at night. You were walking to your car when a colleague of yours came over. "Hey Y/N you left your phone in the office" "oh, thank you. I completely forgot" "well I'm not surprised, you have been working yourself to death recently, they really need to take it easy on you" all of a sudden, your vision gets blurry and the last thing you remember is your head hitting your car as you faint. When you eventually wake up, your in a hospital with your colleague and Terry at your side. "Oh baby! Thank God your awake" he says as he kisses the back of your hand. "I'll go and get the doctor" your colleague says as she leaves the room. "Why am I hear Terry?" "Baby you dont remember? You fainted at work and hit your head. Your colleague called and ambulance, and me when you both got to the hospital. The doctor said your head is going to be alright, but you fainted due to your body not getting the rest it needs. Baby I told you you need to stop working so hard" "I know Terry but I didnt have a choice. My bosses-" "I have called your bosses. And had a word with them about how they have treated you. I demanded they stop making you work so hard, it was putting your health at risk and I wont have it" you feel a little shocked that he called your bosses, but secretly quite happy that he is fighting for you. "What did they say?" "They said you are now on official sick leave for 2 weeks, and they wont allow this to happen again. Or elss I will be threatening to sue them" you squeeze Terry's hand. "I'm sorry this happened Terry, but thank you for protecting me" "I love you baby, and I will always protect you"

CK: you had been doing lost of over time at work recently, to try and save money to get a special present for Terry's birthday next month. Working days aswell as nights, and it was really affecting you. You were at home with Terry one day, you were making lunch for you and Terry in the kitchen as he was signing some paperwork on the living room table. He could see you from the living room, and noticed that you didnt look well. "Sweetheart? Are you ok? You dont look so good" you didnt answer, you were so exhausted and you were struggling to focus. Suddenly you felt very dizzy and everything went dark. Terry saw this and ran straight over to you and caught you in his arms before you hit the floor. "Y/N? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" When you finaly come around, your lead on the sofa with a cool cloth on your forehead and Terry sat by your side. "Sweetheart you scared me, what's going on?" "I'm fine terry" he gives you a sturn look. "Y/N, you have been working all the hours you could possibly do and I had to catch you as you fainted from exhaustion. Dont lie to me, you are not fine" "I just, I have been trying to do over time so I can save up for your birthday present, that's all" he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "Sweetheart why would you put a birthday present before your health?" "Come on Terry your a millionaire who can buy or have anything he wants. I just wanted to spoil you for a change. You always do amazing things for me. It's my turn to return the favour" he leans down and gives you a gentle kiss. "Sweetheart, I dont need expensive gifts or lot of money spent on me. All I need is you. For years all I had was money, and I wished everyday that I could trade it all just to have more time with my soul mate. You are my birthday gift sweetheart. I know that because I wished for you every time I blew out my candles. Please promise me, you wont do this again. I dont know what I would if I lost you" you rest your hand against his cheek. "Ok Terry, I promise. I love you" "I love you too Y/N"