#part 1 because i accidentally made so so many when i couldn't sleep

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uknighted dream incorrect quotes - part 1 ☀️⭐🌙

[balljointedpup]

Rundown

Babysitter reader accidentally falling asleep in Price’s bed only to wake up to a big man crawling up behind her and shoving her legs apart while murmuring his wife’s name :\\ too bad she can’t correct him because the pillow keeps muffling her screams. - prompt by ceilidho

Warning: dubcon/noncon themes (reader doesn't verbally agree to sex but has wanted to fuck John secretly), somno kink, dirty talk, drunk! Price, implied age gap, babysitter! Reader, Wife is named, cheating, p in v sex, no protection, John's a nasty dog, Price is sloshed and can barely hold off his orgasm

Did i write this instead of sleeping? Yes. Do I have regrets? Many. I just couldn't stop thinking about this and knew I had to atleast try my hand.

Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated! Part two is available!

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You've been babysitting for the price family for almost a month now. A small bundle of joy surprisingly docile in your arms after the wailinig for the baby boy would have cradled in her embrace. You hated the glare Colleen would snap your way as soon as her son shushed. You weren't sure why, at first you chalked it up to coincidence. Just the baby being well- a baby. But then you let yourself linger in her presence and found yourself curling away from the sting in your nostrils from the strength of her perfume. A lovely brand you had no way to afford, truely she was a woman to envy. Even in her years she's aged like wine; Rosé to be exact. She was primped and refined. A polished diamond with every sharp edge pointed in your direction. The many necklaces she adorned on her neck were chunky and sparkled with real gems that surely John has gifted to her over their marriage. Though, it made an uncomfortable resting spot for the babe.

But little James had much to protest about the way his mother's nails were too long and dug into his soft skin. To cry and scream when her perfume was just too much. When her makeup smeared against his chubby cheek and the new texture roused him into another fit. Only soothed once back in the arms clad in soft cardigans and sweaters, the smell of gentle floral soap and smooth skin against his own.

You've heard Colleen before bark at John to find a new sitter making small comments about how her baby clearly hates her. How neither of the men in her life seem to want her presence always resulting in a heavy sigh from John, firm words of curt comfort but she'd just bare her teeth and curl her painted lips. Not taking his words as anything more than another spew of thoughtless support. Not stopping her cries of woe until John has enough and grit words of defence through his grinding teeth.

You tried not to listen in; it wasn't your business after all but you couldn't help but feel pity. Some days it was for Colleen, clearly stressed and trying to latch onto something she can't quite grasp. But other days you felt a deep pity for John; peering in with little James bouncing in your hold as he sat at the dining room table with his head in his hands. Shoulders sagging down with the weight of the world digging into them.

Poor little James having to hear all this. Often, you tried to keep him distracted with the jingle of your keys or read out of a storybook to drown out their thunderous voices.

There's been a time Johns found you like that, huddled up by the crib shushing and slowly rocking the baby to sleep. A storybook in your lap and a relieved slumped as you stare at James' sleeping face. And so, to avoid waking up his son, he'd get close to your ear, ruffling your hair and giving your shoulder a firm squeeze as he muttered, 'Good girl. Such a sweet girl for keeping him happy' and 'sorry you had to hear all that, love' as he insisted on slipping you another small stack of pound notes for the extra stress. No matter how many times you've tried to decline.

Just as many times you've tried to convince yourself you didn't touch yourself that night because of his words. You definitely didn't imagine him mumbling sweet nothing's of how good you are, so perfect and sweet for him. He was a married man, for God's sake!

A soon-to-be divorced one if things continued to persist the way they were.

You didn't dare let these feelings show; for fear of losing your job and the possible disdain that would cloud over his aged features that you'd have the audacity to think of him that way. Unable to bring yourself to even consider baring the thought of his disapproval. It was too much. It made your stomach twist in ways stressful university exams never did.

-- -- --

RIIIIING

You rose from your afternoon nap, a startled sound ripped from your throat. textbook and laptop discarded clumsily at the table. The sofa creaking as you pulled yourself up, eyes squinting as you tried to find your phone in the darkness. Eyes already aching from staring at your laptop screen for hours even when it grew dark. Took engrossed in finishing your assignment to care that you were in pitch black. Only napping to soothe the sting.

You plucked your phone from the floor and saw it was Colleen calling you. Your eyes widened as you hastily answered. "Mrs Price! Is everything okay?"

"I need you to come over as soon as possible, Im already running late to meet with the girls and I need someone to watch James."

Your brows pinched in confusion. Checking the time and saw it was 10 o'clock. Surely there had to be someone more local.

"where's John-?"

"being useless as always, drinking and leaving me to do all his shit for him."

Your eyes practically bulged out of your skull; sure you've heard her be nasty but this was the first time you've ever heard her be so brazen with her dislike for her husband. Her voice oozing with venomous spit as each word punched out from her throat.

You thought it would be for the best not to say anything. Swallowing what words of defence you had for John, you slid off your couch. "I'll- uh- I'll be on my way."

You slipped on your shoes and your warmest coat, thankful your keys already sat in its pocket. You rushed out of your door, having to cycle your way over. Usually you'd catch the bus and then cycle the rest of the way but night buses weren't running where you needed to go.

Never have you peddled so quickly. Your legs were on fire by the time you arrived and Colleen was hissing at you as she scurried out the door for how late you were making her. Muttering the whole time she got in her car and was driving off into the night. You stumbled into the house and immediately went upstairs to check on James and thankfully he was still sleeping.

Hours you spent waiting for John to return home or even Collen. Anyone to bid you off so you could go back home and sink into the plush of your bed. Sleeping on the sofa and then all that peddling has strung your body until you were nothing but knots. Sitting down almost the entire time as your legs protested to any further usage.

You only went into the bedroom to grab the spare baby monitor to check if it was still working, but you got nosey. Peeking around and finding colleens vanity, staring at the unflattering reflection. Your hair was a mess, and your clothes were screwed on your body. You could smell your sweat and it wasn't even hot. With great hesitance, you picked and sniffed at the collection of perfume that sat there. All were much too strong for your tastes until you found a bottle tucked into the very corner. It looked like it hadn't been touched for a while, not even half empty, but it wasn't old. The brand's logo was chipped at the edges, and the bottle was sealed the wrong way. You couldn't resist giving it a small sniff and were pleasantly surprised to find such a kind smell. It was vanilla and rose water; with a small bit to your lip and against all your better judgment. You sprayed a shy spritz on your neck and dabbed it into either side. Already feeling like a grander woman.

But your curiosity died as the king-sized bed seemed to be calling your name. Sheets are neatly folded, and pillows are fluffed. With James back asleep after some fuss and a diaper change you slinked into the covers with mumbled apologies.

Sleep claiming you faster than you ever expected, slumped heavily against the mattress as your nose was filled with John's scent. A heady mix of both his natural order and the shampoo he used. Your nose sinking into the pillow even in your dreams as you inhaled deeply. Happy hums filling the empty room before soft snores took their place.

-- -- --

John on the other hand was not so lovingly dozed off. He wasn't partying with friends and running his mouth about all his stresses. No he was haggard as he just barely pulled himself away from the sticky counter. The bartender muttering something along the lines of him getting back to the misses.

His misses.

He was nothing but a stubborn bastard. That was his ring on her finger and he couldn't swallow the uncomfortable bitter pill that was his reality. He's been finding his ring 'mistakenly' left on the bathroom counter. She was already bringing up divorce whenever he glared at her a second too long.

He couldn't have it. What kind of man would he be if he stood by and let her go prancing off. That was his wife. His.

His fist hit the counter with a determined sneer and he shoved himself away. Wobbling for a moment before he was able to muster his legs into a familiar march. His footsteps were unsteady but persistent in their journey. The bar was within walking distance and what was a little fresh air to help sober him up so he can face his woman how he should. Steel in his composure and fire burning in his eyes as he was going to-

To-

Fuck. There are so many things he's been wanting to do. It's been too long. Much too long without being in between her legs. The heat of a welcoming cunt was now foreign as he had to rub himself with the rough callouses of his hand. No amount of spit could replace the heavenly slick of a woman's arousal. Didn't sound the same when he fucked his fist. Didn't smell the same. Didn't feel the same.

She was truly a cruel woman. He could withstand her sneers and moaning, but to deprive him of the luxury of a husband was the devil's work. His own personal torment after so many years of bloodshed and muddled honors.

Perhaps if that walk was as sobering as he told himself it was, he would have noticed the car that was missing. The bike parked in its place. The tranquil quite of his home shattered, 2 am in the morning, as he heaved himself through the door and winced at the thud of the door. Pausing to hear any cries of his son or the pissed off yell of disappointment but he was met with nothing.

He lumbered through his house after kicking off his boots. His coat was thrown somewhere in the darkness as he crept up the stairs and shuffled into his bedroom. There, he saw the lump of a figure in his bed, and his brain clicked into gear. Licking his dry lips, he dusted his hands off his jeans, already undoing his belt as he stepped out of the fabric as soon as it pooled down to his ankles. Crawling onto the bed as he stared at the sleeping miss in his bed, eyes beyond blurred and too blinded by his determination, maybe he would have noticed the obvious differences between you and his wife.

He presses sloppy open mouth kisses to your shoulder. "Col- Colly, He slurred out as each kiss grew higher and higher. The untrimmed scruff of his mutton chops scratching against your cheek ear as he babbled in gruff murmurs. "Wake up, honey."

But he had no patience for his 'wife' to rise from her slumber. Your stirring only egged him on as he caged your slumbering body in with hands on either side of your shoulders. Moving the blanket down to reveal your covered form. He huffed in disapproval. "Tuckered out? Didn't even undress." He scolded but there was no heat to his words as he began to undo the buttons of your jeans and eased them down your legs. Shifting your shirt as high as he could before grunting as your unconscious form was no help.

"this why..you need me." His chest pressed heavily down onto your back as his large hands wandered along your curves. Pinching at the chub he didn't remember Colleen having but it's been so long he just dismissed it. "Keep ya nice and warm."

John couldn't wait any longer. Pushing your underwear to the side and his fingers curled against the fabric as he rutted against your silky folds through the fabric of his briefs. Like a dog in heat his hips grinded hard against your sex. His nose burying in your neck as he huffed the smell of perfume - he got her that for their anniversary. He knew she was still missing him. All that bullshit of insisting she'd never wear one of his gifts again. Throwing out jewelry that was now deemed tacky, all because he bought it, and clothes she just shunned as old news.

With a growl he yanked his boxers down as he grabbed his already half hard cock. Rubbing it through your glistening sex, already so wet for him. Perfect little wife. He didn't take long for him to chub to full mass as he huffed at the floral scent on your neck. "Gonna fix it- gonna fix everything-"

As soon as his cock pressed into your entrance you were startled awake. The sudden sting making your eyes pry open. Your breathing hitched as you heard John's voice mumbling something into your skin as you opened your mouth but he just shushed you. "None of that. Don't start, just need you tonight." He presses his hips frimer to your ass as the fat head of his cock speared your cunt. He groaned deeply with a curse knocked out of him. "So fucking tight-"

Your cheeks burned as you tried to squirm away from the blistering heat of your poor fluttering walls being pried apart by his sheer girth. Gasping into the pillow. With a huff John yanked you further down with a sharp tug on your underwear, his free hand pressing down on the back of your neck to keep you nice and arched. Any words you tried to squeak out immediately muffled.

"that's it, just open up for me, Coll." He cooed, the stretch of alcohol thick on his breath as he squeezed your neck. Feeling the way your pussy betrayed you, crying all over his big dick as you heard each grunt and groan rattle in your ears. Just able to hear it over the sound of your own heart thumping so loudly you thought for a moment it lodged itself into your skull. "Atta girl."

As soon as your ass was flush to his pelvis you let out a whimper. Clutching at the bedding your eyes squeezed shut. The pain faded into a dull numbness before the tug of a vein rubbing against your walls had you softly moaning. So full. You could barely breathe with how far it was pressed to your stomach. Surely shoving your organs up and lodging them into your throat. A knot tight in it as your eyes fluttered open.

Unable a moment to breathe as he guided you back onto his cock with every thrust that sent you jolting forward. The stitches of your underwear screamed as he set his pace. sloppy but reaching deep within. Kissing your cervix with each thrust as you trembled. Blinking you didn't even notice the tears that poured down your heated cheeks as you kept shaking your head. Any attempt of protest cut off by your own traitorous moan.

Fuck it feels good. Why must if feel so good. You've imagined what his cock would feel like but you never imagined this. Never thought you'd actually be feel it drill into your poor cunt as you sniffled and sobbed.

John could barely restrain himself. When did her pussy ever feel this good? So tight and clamping down on his cock as if it were the first time. Has it really been so long that her body became as foreign to him as it he was to her. That made his teeth grit as he panted. "Shit- gonna- fuuck-"

He didn't need to say if for you to know. Your stomach clenched as your thighs tried to squeeze tight together like that would stop anything. Not with his thick thighs spreading your legs wide and welcoming for him. "J-John-" you hiccuped.

Voice so strained it became high pitched. Needy. It made his head spin or maybe that was just the alcohol catching up to him. Groaning deep from within his chest as he flooded your tight hole with hot ropes of cum. Rolling his hips lazily with each squirt. "Sorry...been too long-" he kissed your shoulder and your cheek. "You feel like heaven, love."

But John was never a selfish lover. He let go of your underwear as he remained snugly slotted into your warmth. Relishing in its slick heat. Thick fingers finding your clit with startling ease as he rubbed in circles. Fast and his rhythm broken but with how your clit was already throbbing needily it didn't deter your body from singing out. Hands clawing at the pillow your face was buried against as you bucked into the friction. Shaking your head as you tried to fight off how good it felt.

Whines spilling out of you as you chanted pleas and curses but it all fell on deaf ears. "Ohh- oh!" You pulsed around him as your own orgasm tightened in your lower belly. No matter how much you tried to deter it, John was insistent of your pleasure.

"c'mon on, Coll, make a mess on my cock." He cooed as he pressed more of his weight down into your back to keep you from squirming too much. "Know you miss it."

You cried out as it crashed over you. Stars filling your already blurry vision as stray droplets of tears fell down. The cover of the pillow damp with your tears and specks of drool you desperately tried to swallow down.

Both of you just laying there for awhile. You were stiff as a rock and he was slowly rolling his hips. Fucking his cum deeper into you with more kisses to your sticky skin. His hand weaving up to your hair as he tugged your head from the pillow. Blinking sluggishly as he expected to be greeted with the face of his wife but instead he was met with his babysitter. Cheeks streaked with tears and your lips parted with a small gloss of drool. Sniffling as your eyes latched to his dumb stare. Just looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"you're not my wife."

[urno1luv]

Loved the fanfic of Sub!Giselle! 💜

Can you make a part two author nim, but make it longer?? Pleasee??

But no pressure! Take your time and have a break author nim!! Love youu 💜🫶

i didn't expect so many ppl to see my work omg...🫣but ofc!! i think this might be the only sub idol thing i write bc it took so long to get out of that mindset myself😭😭hope u like this ♡

part 1 for anyone who missed it, but it's also a standalone so it doesn't matter which order u read it in <3

tags: this is actually a very cute fic if you ignore the sex, sub gigi, bratty gigi, sexually frustrated gigi, sex(🤩), pussy eating (both recieving), face sitting, gigi has pierced nipples, mommy kink, ass slapping (gigi recieving)

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Living with your girlfriend was a test of patience you were constantly failing. It wasn’t just that she was bratty—it was the artistry behind her annoyance. She made being difficult seem like a sport, and you were her unlucky opponent. Gigi loved you very much, but sometimes you couldn't help but think she did this to rile you up on purpose. The reason for this? You would find out soon enough <33

"Can you not breathe so loud?" she asked one morning, flipping through her phone at the breakfast table.

You paused mid-chew, glaring at her. "I’m eating cereal."

"And I’m eating in peace—or I was," she snapped, taking a delicate sip of her iced Americano, which she’d made you buy because "I just can't function without caffeine."

She left dishes in the sink like a declaration of war. “I’m giving you a chance to prove your cleaning skills,” she said with a smirk when you confronted her, her lacy bra strap slipping down her pale shoulder. It was almost like she did that just for your attention...

“Giselle, you’re literally standing next to the dishwasher.”

“Yeah, but my nails are wet,” she whined, holding up perfectly dry, manicured fingers. “You’re welcome for the visual.”

And don’t get started on her shopping habits. Packages arrived daily, piling up at the door like a shrine to her online shopping addiction. One time, she ordered a $200 sweater and wore it ONCE.

“Why didn’t you return it if you didn’t like it?” you asked, baffled.

“Because the hassle is too much. I dont have time for that. Im a busy woman,” she purred, draped across the couch, in an inviting manner.

If you so much as hinted at getting frustrated, she doubled down. “Aww, is living with me too much for you?” she teased one night, stealing the last slice of pizza you’d specifically saved for yourself. “Poor thing.”

But the worst was how she always needed the last word. Arguments with her were unwinnable, because no matter what, she’d throw out a smug, “You’re just mad that I’m fucking right,” and leave the room, huffing.

Some days you wondered why you hadn’t packed your bags yet. But then she’d do something annoyingly cute, like poke her head into your room at 3 a.m., blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep. Wanna watch something?”

You sighed, and begrudgingly made space for your girlfriend. God, she knew how to make you stop being mad at her so easily, and all she had to do was flash a smile in your direction.

She removed her blanket to reveal a silky lingerie set, in a colour matching her beautiful hair. She crawled over to sit on your lap, her sultry gaze meeting your surprised one. "Put a show on already," she whined, "accidentally" grinding on you.

You realised just then, as you grabbed the remote that Giselle was frustrated because you didn't fuck her for 2 days (a new record for your little slut). Oh, you didn't realise how much fun u were gonna have with her <33

An hour passed, and you forgot just how annoying your girlfriend was. Only 15 minutes were spent watching the movie, the other 45 spent arguing with Aeri over the smallest stuff. How you sat, how your room looked, how bad the movie you chose was, and you've just about had it with her.

Your hand snaked up her back, as she yapped, and tightened, before flipping her over so that she was face down into the mattress. A small yelp was heard, but you didn't care. This brat was gonna pay.

Youre both in the middle of the bed, and you dragged Aeri by her hair so that she rested her head on the pillow instead. She moaned at the sharp pain in her scalp, the sound so lewd and pornographic. "Baby, if you wanted to get fucked so bad, just fucking ask, okay? Don't piss me off, I'm not a patient person," you snarled at her.

Her pussy clenched at your tone of voice, back arching into you. Within minutes, you had her ass up and her hands tied behind her back, with one of your hands roughly gripping her hip, holding her down, the other pushing her head down into the pillow as you thrust the dark strap inside of her dripping cunt. You slapped her ass a few times, the flesh jiggling, her guttural moans escaping her mouth. The muffled cries and moans sounded like music to your ears, bringing you both closer to your edge, but you weren't gonna let Giselle off. No, not yet.

You removed the strap and threw it aside, and she groaned loudly at the action. "What the fuck are you- a-ah.." You slapped her before she could even complain, and told her that if she doesn't make you cum in the next 5 minutes, she's not gonna cum at all tonight. The threat of Aeri's pleasure being taken away had her scrambling, her lips connecting to you clit, and the moans you were letting out had her encouraged.

"F- fuck... that's a good g-girl..." You gasped, pushing Gigi's head into your pussy. Hearing your praises got her dripping again, and she sighed into your cunt, the action bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, and you screamed out loud, thighs closing like an oyster around your beloved pearl, Aeri, who whined as she tasted your sweet essence, pleased to have made her girl happy. "My turn, please, mommy? I've been s'good to you..." You obliged, already losing your anger.

"Come here, Gigi," you softly murmured, and she obeyed, eagerly pushing you down, her pussy hovering above your face. You wrapped your hands around her plush thighs, pulling her so that her full body weight rested on your face. She immediately started grinding, and you plunged your tongue into her, swirling inside of her warm, pussy.

While sucking on her clit, your reached up to twist her pierced nipples, and Giselle threw back her head, squealing, reaching her high withing seconds, squirting all over your face. "M-mommy.... h-hah..." Aeri's body twitched, and she slumped beside you, completely fucked out.

Shakily, you got up and started to run water in the bath, before coming back to nuzzle into her neck. Giselle reciprocated, her arms wrapping around you, holding you closer.

Although she could be too much, you wouldn't trade her for the world.

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 4

I'm back with our boys, I just couldn't leaving the poor people reading Royal Pain hanging like that. I'm an author, not a monster. So it's a little longer a chapter to make up for the wait.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

We get hints of plot and backstory. Enjoy!

***

The sky was starting to lighten and Steve groaned.

“Make time stop,” he murmured into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie chuckled. “Sorry, princess, but you promised Lucas that you would be back at dawn.”

Steve grumped, but crawled off his boyfriend and stretched. “Who would have thought vampires have better stamina then werewolves.”

Eddie’s answering grin was positively feral.

“Who’s to say I wasn’t like that before I got turned?” He winked at Steve as he pulled on his clothes.

Steve laughed. “I’ll guess I’ll never know.”

Eddie straightened up and looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

Steve shrugged. “A couple things, really. Like I don’t know what you were like before you changed and I won’t know if it’s just you or all vampires that are that good, because I don’t intend to sleep with anyone else. Ever.”

Eddie finished putting on his clothes and put his arms around Steve’s waist from behind. “You are very romantic for someone who comes from a race that is infamous for fucking everything willing.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Everyone says I’m too romantic for my own good, for the pack’s good.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s throat without so much as the hint of teeth. “Too bad, baby, because I am into that shit.”

Steve moaned. “If you keep that up, I won’t make it back to the compound in time.”

Eddie chuckled again, his warm breath huffing against the skin of Steve’s neck. He let go of Steve’s waist. “Go on, sweet cheeks,” he teased. “I’ve got to report back to my uncle before the sun fully comes up.”

Steve nodded and waited until Eddie was in the sky before he transformed.

*

Steve made it to the pack compound before the first true ray of dawn even peeked over the horizon.

Lucas huffed out a wolfy laugh. “Cutting it little close, aren’t we?”

Steve shrugged. “What can I say? I’m horny teenager that hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. So sue me.”

Lucas rolled on the ground laughing. “Come on, it’s time for Murray to do guard duty.”

Steve nodded. “Can you have Erica and Holly play nearby while he does his watch?”

Lucas sat up and nodded. “Still don’t trust him?”

Steve shook his head. The alpha watched as the scrawny wolf that was Murray’s alter came oozing out of the woods. He bowed his head to Steve and kept it down as the alpha and younger teen passed him.

As the two wolves went further into the forest that surrounded their home, they could feel the gaze of the older wolf on them.

*

Eddie made it back to the trailer park well before the sky lightened enough to hurt him. He smiled at the structure that had been his home since he was young. It didn’t look like it held the most dangerous and powerful vampire in Indiana. But looks were deceiving for both the man and his home.

Wayne had been turned in Kentucky around the beginning of the 18th century. When he sided against the South’s right to own people, he was chased out of his home into Indiana, only barely a couple decades into statehood.

There with the help of Dr Martin Brenner, the coven Dominus and Clarence Harrington, the alpha, Steve’s great, great, great grandfather (werewolves live longer, so not as many generations between Steve and his ancestor as there was between Eddie and his) and the reason it’s called the Harrington Pack, founded Hawkins as a safe haven for the supernatural and humans alike.

Wayne looked rough, because he was born rough. The oldest son of a farmer. He had six siblings but of those six, only two lived to adulthood. Abigail, and the youngest, Lawrence. When he was attacked, he fought back, getting the vampire’s blood in his teeth, accidentally starting the turning process.

He learned how to hunt and be a vampire all his own, breaking all the stereotypes of a turned vampire being feral.

Because of his rough looks it made people underestimate him, so he dug into that hard. He moved with the poor and disenfranchised wherever the people in power put them. He finally settled in Forest Hills. His trailer looked as rough as the man himself.

But it was built like fortress. Not a single ray of light pierced its metal hide and the windows were mainly for show. It was a tough old thing, too. Eddie had heard stories of tornadoes ripping through the area only to be the only thing left standing.

Eddie wasn’t sure what it was made of, but it was home. He slipped into the trailer like a shadow to find his uncle waiting for him.

“Cutting it pretty fine, aren’t you, boy?” Wayne asked from his comfortable arm chair.

Eddie grinned. “You know me, I like to push the boundaries as far as I can.”

Wayne scoffed. “And one day it’s going to get you killed.”

They stared at each other for a moment before Wayne got to his feet and gave Eddie a hug.

“I’m glad you’re home, Ed,” he murmured. “I worried that Hopper had finally crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.”

Eddie nodded, “It was a near thing, Uncle Wayne, but Steve had finally healed enough to use his alpha voice and force submission.”

“I worry that he had to use it all,” Wayne said.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie said cocking his head to the side, “at least Operation Vamp Out was a success. So there’s that at least.”

Wayne pulled back, putting Eddie at arms length to see him properly. “You got the alpha to do what exactly? Because this shit’s important, Ed.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully, “I’m not sure I feel comfortable telling you about that, if I’m honest.”

Wayne’s eyebrows went up and his eyelids fluttered to a close. “You fucked him, didn’t you? You fucked the alpha of the Harrington pack.” He opened his eyes.

Eddie pursed his lips to try and hide his smile, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him.

“Hop was against it until I said you were my maker,” Eddie hedged.

“Yeah, because that meant he wouldn’t have to fight off Bill Hargrove for the pleasure.”

Eddie frowned. “S’that because the Dominus is a racist piece of shit who is absolutely grinding his fangs to powder because his half-sister is dating a werewolf?”

Wayne chuckled. “The very like.”

“He’s also very scared of you,” Eddie said moving to sit on the sofa, “Hop I mean.”

Wayne’s grin was vicious in its unfurling. “That’s because Hop knows what I’d do to him if he toed out of line.”

“I’ve always wondered why you didn’t do anything about him when he drunk off his ass most of the time.”

Wayne knelt in front Eddie and took his hands gently. “Because around the time Sara died, you came into my life. You were already a frightened little boy who was thrown into my care, not know what kind of vampire I was. Would you have warmed up to me as well as you did if I had torn Jim Hopper to shreds?”

Eddie blinked up at him, his mouth wide with shock. “No.”

“There, you have your answer,” Wayne said softly. “I couldn’t deal with a wayward alpha when I had a sweet boy to look after.”

He moved to sit next to Eddie on the sofa and bumped him with his shoulder. “I can’t be everywhere and I’ve learned that I can’t throw my weight around like I used to. I’m actually worried that I’m losing control of the town.”

“Is this about Jason and the other boys?” Eddie asked.

Wayne nodded. “It never should have gotten as far as it did. Let alone to the attempted murder of the pack’s alpha. And Sheriff Powell has been fractious to put it mildly.”

Eddie pursed his lips and then licked them slowly. “It would be better if Hopper was police chief again.”

Wayne nodded again. “Powell as sheriff is bad for the town. I’ll talk to Mayor Roberts and see if we can’t at least get him suspended for not taking a threat to the Harrington Pack alpha seriously.”

“Have Steve and Billy with you,” Eddie suggested. “Especially Steve. Because at least he can show the mayor the scars that the silver made.”

“That’s a good idea, Ed,” Wayne said. “I’ll get right on that.” He bumped Eddie’s shoulder again. “You’ve got a good head on you. Maybe in a few years, I’ll have you take over as leader here.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. “Only if that means you’re still around. I don’t want to lose you.”

Wayne pulled him close. “I won’t leave you. Not if it’s in my power.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and buried his head into his neck like he did that first night all those years ago. “I love you.”

Wayne kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, boy.”

*

Mayor Roberts was pissed. He had especially placed Danny Powell as sheriff when the whole town thought Jim Hopper was dead. But the man had placed him between a rock and two vampires and a werewolf alpha all chomping on the bit for justice.

Justice that was rightly deserved. Hunters were like vigilantes. Outside the law, but respected by those who thought them necessary. Hunters that were very much barred from the town of Hawkins for a reason.

To be honest he was a little surprised it took five days for the three men in question to darken his door.

Wayne Munson walked in flanked by the teen leaders of the coven and pack. Billy Hargrove stood on the elder vampire’s right, while Steve Harrington stood on Wayne’s left.

The young werewolf looked more than a little worse for wear, he winced when he moved into the room, favoring his left leg. The leg Roberts was told had not only been shot with a silver bullet but caught in a silver foot trap.

It was inhumane what those boys did to Steve, but it was thing to hear about it and it was quite another to see its effects.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Roberts greeted solemnly. “I’m sorry we have to meet like this under these circumstances. Please have a seat.”

Harrington looked like he wanted to but when Munson and Hargrove didn’t he couldn’t without looking weak in front everyone. Something the alpha could not do.

He shifted his weight to his foot, straightening his spine so it looked as though he was standing on both legs equally.

Hargrove caught the movement and smirked. Munson ignored them both.

“We’ve come to see what is being done,” Munson said gravely.

“Jason and Patrick are both eighteen and will be charged with the full extent of the law,” Roberts said. “Andy, Chase, and Josh are all underaged and it’s trickier. Josh and Chase are only sixteen, while Andy is seventeen.”

All three supernaturals winced.

“Try Andy as child,” Steve said, “and then force the younger two boys to do community service in both the pack and the coven. Six weeks with each sect.”

Wayne and Billy looked over at Steve in shock. Mayor Roberts raised an eyebrow.

“What is the basis for that assessment?” the mayor asked.

Steve properly straightened up and all the boy next door persona dropped away to reveal a very powerful alpha. “I was there. I could tell that the two pups were only along for what they thought was prank. They are young enough that if they see what being in coven is like, what being in a pack is like, I believe they can change.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down.

“Andy was a more willing participant,” he continued seriously, “but perhaps one that could be persuaded that he was in the wrong. The other two knew full well of what they were doing and should be punished for it.” He looked up at Mayor Roberts, fire burning in his eyes.

Hargrove let out a long whistle. “Got some brains on you after all. I agree with alpha Harrington’s assessment and terms.”

All three men looked to Munson who was considering it. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “It is sound judgment but I would like to add one thing, if I may?”

Mayor Roberts nodded. “Go on.”

“That the justice for Steve concerning the fate of Jason and Patrick be placed in my hands,” he growled.

The other three men blanched.

“They are still boys,” Mayor Roberts said, twisting a tissue in his hands nervously.

“I won’t kill them,” Munson promised. “But it’s time again I showed this town why I am its master.”

The mayor gulped, but nodded. Munson lowered his head slightly and then back up, not quite a nod, but an acknowledgment nonetheless.

Munson turned on his heel and walked out, the alpha and Dominus close behind.

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[magical-sweet-kitty]

Stuff I watched as a kid because I'm bored.

1. Bob Esponja

I love sponge bob sm (of course). He's just so silly ugh 😞 I watched it everytime I was at my grandma's house because she had nickelodeon channel (I only had another channel that sometimes had nickelodeon stuff but the actual nickelodeon channel played more Sponge Bob)

2. Cambio de clase

BANGER BANGER I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT I WOULD DIE FOR THIS SHOW (I don't remember half of the characters names but I remember most of the stuff they did) it was very silly. There were these silly kids that were in school together and during break the hang out spot was in one of the windows of the school (so most of the time they are just there in the window or near it) they did very silly stuff like when Nico (I think that that was his name I don't have a great memory though) tried to sell the school. Honestly probably not that good if you watch it but to sleep deprived young me it was so awesome.

3. Art attack

Banger. No need for more words. I always was like "HOW THE FUCK DOES HE DO THAT" whenever the guy that did pictures by putting stuff in the ground and then showing it from the sky (I explain myself terribly I know). I find it funny that instead of calling it Ataque artístico o ataque de arte or some weird translation people literally say "Artatak". Silly.

4. Steven Universe

Steven Universe always aired late too and almost every night they put the same 3 episodes and it kinda made me mad but I really loved it (Steven is my pookie I would kill for him, if someone calls him Gordo mamón another time I'm going to punch them)

5. Mr. Bean La serie animada.

That's it. Mr Bean but it's an animated show.

This one also aired very late but it was better for when I was awake and my parents didn't want me to be awake since there's not that much talking in the show so I could watch it soundless without missing THAT much.

6. Mi caballero y yo

I couldn't find images with title on Spanish but I also don't remember seeing any during the show which has lent me to think that they probably just said the Spanish title over the picture of the English title. Anyways another banger that only aired late at night. I really liked it a lot not sure why.

7. Club Houdini.

This show made me so happy I was not normal at all about it. Basically a bunch of silly kids get thrown on detention and then they accidentally broke a thing that turned out to have a map inside of it with clues to find a treasure (I think, again I watched this years ago while I barely slept at all) and then they meet a guy who claims to be Houdini and then the kid with the camera is like NOOOOOOOOO HE CAN'T BE HOUDINI THE WIKIPEDIA SAYS THAT HOUDINI IS DEAD (Nacho I adore you you are so silly) and then they all friend. Houdini is so weird in this show.

QUE NO ES QUE LO DIGA YO QUE ES QUE LO DICE LA WIKIPEDIA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ (Nacho seriously I love you so much I almost cried when they said you were leaving club Houdini, my life made no sense without you 💔) I never watched the third season of this actually.

8. My little Pony.

I barely remember the act of actually watching it because I was the most obsessed with it during the part of my life that my brain has already forgotten but I love it so much :( and I apparently watched it just enough times so that if I dare mention it my mom gets scared I will put her to watch it with me again. I watched the videos on YouTube with the songs they sang way too many times. Also equestria girls MLP.

9. Henry Danger.

Oh my baby Henry :( my silly little boy. I loved him so much. I wasn't normal about him at all. He wasn't always great but I still adored him :(

I remember once I was watching a movie that had Henry's actor on it but since it was a different thing it was voiced by another actor so it just felt so wrong.

WE INJECTING THE KID'S FEET WITH COFFEE WITH THIS ONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

10. Nicky, Ricky, Dicky y Dawn

Don't remember it much either but I also really loved it as a kid 😞

It made me so mad how Dawn's name didn't rhyme, I don't care that that's the point it still made me mad.

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There's probably more but 1 I forgot them already and 2 there's no more space for pictures :(

[dolphingirl1234]

ok I'm back its peso this time

here is our tiny medic

the crown was the closest I could get to his goofy medic hat lmao we can use our imaginations

headcanons yaaaay:

16, joined the octonauts at 14

gender fluid

he/she/they depending on the day (usually its he but it changes occasionally) (I'm just gonna use he/him for this post)

either bi or aromantic I haven't decided yet

bro literally has purple eyes and they're completely natural. no contacts or anything he's just built different like that

his hair is a bit above shoulder length and sometimes he lets dashi play with it but mostly just has it in a really short ponytail

when he first joined the octonauts he was really intimidated by the captain and literally couldn't speak to him without trembling, but after a particularly hard mission barnacles told peso he was proud of him and he immediatly became peso's #1 Role Model

the gup e was made specifically for him, the dashboard is lower to the ground so it's easier for him to reach

he's from Chile, but specifically the part that is part of Antarctica

his whole family lived in Britain most of their lives and even though he grew up in Chile peso kind of adopted their accents

speaks fluent spanish

his massive family group chat which so much spam its crazy

has a whole collection of nice rocks he finds (penguins make nests out of rocks) even though he doesn't need to make a nest its just a habit lol

has severe anxiety but has learned how to manage it after it took over his entire life in med school

he is the youngest of the crew (not counting the vegimals) and he often compares himself to the others

kwazii is basically his older brother and he actually considers barnacles to be his dad. like no joke peso's real dad is dead and peso legitimately thinks of barnacles as his father

thinks barnacles' analogy "to be brave you have to be afraid first" is bullshit but he sees his point and it makes him feel better

he has a passion for mental health studies and he randomly starts spitting facts whenever someone does something than reminds him of a symptom of an illness

he's a great listener

he preens sometimes and kwazii cant get used to it he always thinks peso is stabbing himself

he flaps his wings when he's happy or excited

will stay up late studying medical textbooks to know more even though he literally graduated med school as a child prodigy at the age of 14

he is banned from watching medical dramas because he gets scared he's gonna have to deal with something like that but he watches them anyway and literally analyses everything they do in case he ever does have to do it

bro can swim SUPER fast if he wants to (he doesn't want to)

he likes board games and card games

he's completely obsessed with puzzles. the crew have to physically restrain him from buying them every time they go shopping

has like 23938 family members and at all together they have birthdays every single day of the year so Peso's mornings usually consist of checking his calender and calling like 4 relatives to wish them happy birthday

he wears a scarf most of the time bc its a comfort item and then he overheats and has to take it off and then he cries because he physically needs his scarf to survive but if he wears it he will overheat. its a whole thing

he likes existing. he just has fun yk.

after helping sharks many times in missions he realised how cool and not scary they are and asked shellington to teach him more about them and bro brought out a whole ass series of textbooks

he cries at least 4 times a day (pathetic in the best way possible 💪💪💪)

this man has called barnacles dad "accidentally" so many times

one time barnacles refused to sleep so Peso wrappe his eyes with bandages and tied him to his bed so he would sleep and barnacles had a heart attack in the morning when he woke up and couldn't see or move

he likes lemonade very much. he drinks it religiously its basically the same as water to him

has beef with the diet versions of anything bc he always used to get them bc they have less sugar but then sometimes told him instead of sugar they use other random chemicals and now he's pissed at the companies for lying to him

none of the other crew members ever remember to take their meds so peso asked tweak to make alarms on only the watches of the ones who take meds so they remember to do it

keeps everyones meds and any other medications in a locked cabinet in the sick bay bc the others sometimes joke about k!ll!ing themselves and he's paranoid

he will stand on 14 chairs, 3 boxes and 8 cups stacked on top of each other to reach something on the highest shelf instead of just asking the captain to get it for him (this has happened more than once)

I need to sleep I think my brain is forgetting how to form woords goodnight yallkdnf

[juliapark13]

sending this ask because i want for all the tkkrs who lurk here to see me debunk all their previous and new narratives;

1) "taekook was real" no it wasn't. yall pretended that they were real for years and got slammed thrice, first when tae replied "you'd better get out of the imagination, it's not good in there" to a taekooker on weverse telling him to look at jk's photos whom he loves before going to sleep.

then it was in ITS1 when taekook admitted to having drifted apart when yall spent years making up excuses for why they aren't behaving like you wanted them to, saying that the company is forcing them to hide.

then yall spent every waking moment of 2023 repeatedly using the "taekook are finally free in this solo era and they're coming out to let everyone know that they're together. the company doesn't control them anymore." narrative. then BOOM, taennie got caught.

2) "taehyung is being punished for being loud about him and jungkook so he was forced to get into a fake PR fan service relationship"

a) nothing about taennie is fan service. their fans hate each other and blinks hate taehyung, armys hate jennie. which fans are they servicing?

b) this taennie thing has been going around since late 2021 when tae accidentally followed her on Instagram. it's not a recent thing that hybe chose as a coverup for TK.

c) i thought tkkrs took pride in taehyung never bowing to the company? i thought only jk was the helpless puppet forced into a fake relationship with jimin? i thought that's why hybe were easily able to make jk delete his IG account but couldn't force taehyung? now tae is a puppet too?

d) accusing tae of doing fan service? the same insulting crap you attached to jimin all these years? tkkrs are now tae antis as well?

3) "it's the lookalike" no it's not. he's in Seoul amidst of this controversy. and it was never him at all. other than the fact that he denied being the one in the pictures, and him having a girlfriend, all those pictures that were leaked last year that yall spent hours insulting every part of tae's body in vain effort to prove it isn't him backfired badly for you today. i saw tkkrs calling tae in today's pictures "musty, white, ugly, with a moustache, flat assed" and a whole bunch of other bullshit just for clear pictures to come out later proving it was indeed taehyung.

4) "it still doesn't prove that jikook is real" no one said that. we're here to talk about how yall spent years moving like a cult, twisting reality at every turn of events that didn't fit you little bubble, and dragged jimin for YEARSSS accusing him of all kind of shit but most importantly is how yall accused him of oppressing your precious taekook, yall accused him of trying to steal jungkook from taehyung when jk was never tae's in the first place. yall accused jimin of being a bad friend to tae for being all over his man when tae was dating a woman this whole time. THIS is why jikookers/pjms are gloating rn. because we've been waiting for jimin to be freed of your narratives for years. we've tried talking it out with you using logic MANY times, that your ship isn't real and taekook are just close friends, that you shouldn't drag an innocent man in the sake of theory that could very well turn out false at any day. but yall didn't listen, yall left no place for doubt in your minds and were so adamant that taekook is real and didn't matter to you what horrible shit you said about jimin, even jk in the process. yall accused jk of being a cheater, accused him of being toxic and riling tae up on purpose to make him jealous, accused of enjoying fan service with jimin too much, got mad at him for never doing things for tae that he did for jimin, etc. all of this shit can't and won't be erased in one day. now you have jjks, pjms, and jikookers all celebrating and they will make your lives HELL like you made ours and our idols’.

i'm just gonna end this with saying that this was a long time coming, and taekook were never going to scare me even if tae and jk kept their private lives private forever. even if taennie was never confirmed, taekook would still be as much as a lie as they've always been. no amount of theories, lies, manipulation, and gaslighting would've made that ship sail. and anyone with a half brain could see from a mile away that taekook are just great friends, nothing more. except for taekookers, yall st yourselves up long ago when you started shipping them based on aesthetic, potential and popularity, and now you're been bitch slapped by reality and your bubble finally burst. i can't say i told you so but I told you so.

They can’t get it and they can’t see it, because delusion is a mental disorder defined as:

false belief based on incorrect inference about external reality that is firmly sustained despite what almost everybody else believes and despite what constitued incontrovertible and obvious proof for evidence to the contrary.

[casdeans-pie]

Part 4 of Flustered Castiel Accidentally Explodes Lightbulbs And Causes Power Outages Especially When Dean's Fingers Are In His Hair

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3.

Happy birthday to me! This is my birthday gift to myself so it's deliciously self indulgent for the final part. I honestly could have just kept going with this forever, I adore flustered!Cas and his angel powers lmao

This part got so big I couldn't put the whole chapter in the tumblr post sorry!

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If stubbornness was a sin, Dean knew he would be going straight to hell when he died. Again.

There were a million reasons that Dean could think of for why Cas had distanced himself (that buzzed around his brain like insistent bees whenever he lay down to sleep at night) but if they didn’t talk about them then none of them were real. The ache in his chest at Cas’s absence, familiar from when he used to leave them for stretches at a time, felt like it dug in deeper and deeper with every passing day – but he still just couldn’t bring himself to talk to him about it.

The biggest surprise became the slow realisation that the saying ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ wasn’t just some made up cliché bullshit that people said to each other, because seeing Cas, even briefly before he scurried away, made Dean’s heart sing like a lovesick teenage girl.

Sam only suffered through so much before he started using his Sad-Sam-Eyes whenever he saw them both, hoping they would finally sort out whatever was going on between them, but he didn’t mention it otherwise. Somehow that made it even worse. If Sam told them to talk to each other, at least that could have been a good excuse. But no.

Dean had to do something on his own.

He had to.

He’d started all of this by being a jerk about Cas’s powers, so it was time to dip into that Dean Winchester Courage, have a real conversation about all of this, and face losing his best friend – the Angel that he loved – head on.

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Then they finally had a hunt together. Alone.

Dean’s bloody machete hung in a loose grip by his side as he kicked the toe of his boot at the decapitated body on the ground beside him. The head lay nearby.

“Think we finally got ‘em all,” Dean said with a grin. His clothes were covered in splashes of blood, and he could feel some drying on his cheek that he was itching to scratch off with his nail. “I love a good vamp nest clear-out, but if I’d have known there were gonna be this many, I would’ve brought Sam as extra back-up.” Dean didn’t want to mention that the reason he’d told Sam to stay behind in the first place was because he’d finally stopped being chickenshit scared about sorting this thing out with Cas. “Not that we didn’t handle it.” He gestured towards the headless bodies scattered around them with his machete.

Cas didn’t reply. He’d been quiet in the ride over and had kept his distance for the whole fight.

Okay. Time’s up. Time to do this. Dean took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes. “Cas, listen-”

“Dean!” Cas yelled, slamming into him just as the sound of a gunshot exploded nearby.

Dean went hurtling down as another gunshot rang out. He landed heavily – the floor winded him and disorientated him enough that he couldn’t get straight back up, and he shook his head rapidly to try to clear it.

There were sounds of Cas wrestling with the vampire nearby. Dean watched dazedly as the vampire snarled and bared his fangs as he threw a punch at Cas’s nose, and his fist connected with a thud. But that gave Cas the opportunity to wrench the gun out of the vampire’s weakened grasp, and he tossed it aside, making it skitter harmlessly across the floor into a dark corner of the warehouse.

Red bloomed through the top of Cas’s trench coat on his left shoulder.

“Cas!” Dean warned, finally scrambling to his feet just as the vampire grabbed Cas and threw him down with a hiss onto the dusty, blood-spattered floor.

The vampire loomed over him with an open mouth full of needle-sharp teeth just as Cas sat up with a grunt and threw up his hand with his palm out. Dean recognised the gesture, and he immediately braced himself for the blinding light of Cas’s angelic smitey powers, but only a faint sputtering glow emerged from his hand.

After a moment, where Cas stared at his hand in confusion, the vampire hissed and lunged.

He never got any further.

Dean’s machete swung in a clean shining arc through the vampire’s neck, and he collapsed in a heap like a puppet with cut strings. The spray of blood caught Cas, smattering his face and hair with even more crimson alongside what currently trickled out of his nose and soaked his shoulder.

Dean groaned in relief and threw the machete to the concrete floor with a clang. “Definitely the last one,” he declared with a deep breath. “Damn that got close for a second there. Come on, up you get.” Dean offered out a hand to help Cas, but he pushed himself up with a groan instead, pointedly not looking at the hand as if he hadn’t noticed it.

Dean tried to shrug it off again, just like he had all the other times that Cas refused to touch him recently, but he could feel the hurt burning in his throat and behind his eyes. He clenched his fist so tightly it almost hurt as he returned it to his side.

“You okay?” Dean asked instead with a frown, thinking of the gunshots, and noticing the blood stain on Cas’s shoulder increasing in size.

“Yes. The first bullet got me, but the second bullet missed. I think it went clean through. Didn’t hit anything vital.” Cas touched his shoulder and winced, then observed Dean – his blue eyes raking him up and down from head to foot. “What about you? Are you hurt?”

Dean shook his head, the mixture of hurt and concern and happiness at the closest attention he’d got from Cas in weeks making his words come out harsher than he intended when he snapped, “Nope. My bullet-proof friend pushed me out of the way, and then revealed that he’s not so bullet-proof today.”

Cas smiled ruefully. “Ah. Yes. Looks that way.” He dusted his trench coat off as best he could and lifted an arm to wipe his sleeve across his nose – though he only succeeded in smearing the dust and blood around. He closed his eyes and rubbed again.

Dean pushed down his confusing cocktail of emotions, like he always did, and forced on a smile. “You’re just making it worse, buddy. Why’s killing vamps always such a bloody job?” He reached over without thinking, while Cas was still rubbing at his nose. “Nose doesn’t look broken at least, but your shoulder’s probably gonna need stitches while you’re low on power like this.”

Dean’s fingers had barely even grazed the fabric on Cas’s shoulder before Cas flinched back violently.

The lights in the warehouse groaned and buzzed as they flickered and dimmed, and then just as quickly returned to normal.

Cas’s eyes were wide as he took another step back.

Dean felt all his confusion sharpen into a frustrated stab of white-hot anger. He gestured violently at the ceiling. “Okay. Y’know what. That’s it. Let’s talk. What the hell is going on with you, Cas? Why have you been avoiding me? What’s the deal with the lights?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Nothing you need to know about.”

“Nothing I- are you even hearing yourself right now? You’re really gonna admit to keeping secrets again after everything we’ve been through? And- hey, what’s up with your face? What are you doing?”

Cas had screwed his eyes together so tight that it pinched his whole expression. “Concentrating.”

“On what? This conversation that you’re trying not to be in?”

“On using my Grace to heal my shoulder and clean all of this off, but it’s not…” Cas gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. They glowed faintly. “It’s not working.”

Dean took a deep breath and scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Shit, Cas. You know you’re low on power right now, you really want to use up what little juice you got left before you get chance to recharge? The motel’s only twenty minutes away.” He scowled. “You can even sit in the back. Far away from me, like you want.”

Dean didn’t wait for a response, he turned, reached down for his abandoned machete, and stalked back to Baby.

By the time Cas finally got into the car – in the back – Dean had already texted Sam to tell him that the nest had been cleared out and they would be spending the night at the motel.

They’d be back at the bunker tomorrow, and then Cas could keep avoiding him like before. Or maybe he’d finally just admit that he wanted to leave… and he’d go. The thought made Dean clench the steering wheel with a grip that made his knuckles white.

He couldn’t imagine his life without Cas in it.

The ride to the motel was tense and silent except for Baby’s engine that Dean pushed harder than he should. (The twenty-minute ride only took them ten. Cas didn’t comment on it.)

As soon as they were through the door Dean toed off his shoes, flicked on all the lights, and went to wash his hands in the bathroom. He didn’t look back to see what Cas was doing. It was none of his business. If he didn’t want to talk about it, then what did he care. (He tried to tell himself, even as the ache in his chest pounded and felt cavernous.)

Dean splashed some water on his face and gripped the sides of the grubby sink. Water plinked pink from his chin into the chipped basin, as the vampire blood washed away down the plughole.

After a deep breath Dean grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his face, careful not to inhale at the same time – he’d learned a long time ago that it was best not to know what motel towels smelt like – and reached for the first aid kit he always left in the bathroom when they went on hunts.

Sufficiently calmed down, and feeling less like his heart was caught in the vice grip of a homicidal ghost, Dean turned and emerged back into the main room. He froze mid-step at what he saw: Cas had his head in his hands, perched on the edge of his bed, while the blood stains from his bullet wound were soaking through his coat down his arm. He hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, and there seemed to be a particularly troubled tenseness to the set of his shoulders. Even more than usual. Despite their strained relationship recently, it cut Dean deeply to see him like that – so clearly suffering and so human.

Dean sat heavily onto his own bed opposite Cas. The old springs creaked loudly and protested at the sudden weight. “Alright. Coat off.”

Cas startled and snapped his head up. The lamp beside his bed flickered weakly. “What?”

Dean’s usual enthusiasm for the phenomenon of the flickering lights wasn’t his priority this time, and he pushed his curiosity aside. “Stitches,” Dean said simply, brandishing the first aid kit.

“I don’t need them,” Cas grumbled, looking away. “Once my Grace has recharged enough it will heal on its own.”

“Oh okay, so you’re just going to wait and see if your mojo recharges faster than you bleed? And you’re, what, expecting me to just sit here while we find out? Because I am not okay with that.”

“Yes.”

“Cas. Just let me put some damn stitches in your damn shoulder.”

“No.” The muscles in Cas’s jawline clenched.

Dean scowled as he ran a hand through his hair. It was sticky and matted with drying blood, but that was nothing new. “Let me put it this way. You either take off your coat and shirt willingly, or I will tackle you to that bed and remove them myself” – the lamp flickered again – “so help me God, don’t think that I won’t. Your choice.” Dean had his eyes locked on Cas’s narrowed ones. “I will not let you suffer when I can do something about it. Yeah, you might heal it up yourself in an hour or two, but I’m not going to sit here watching you bleeding and in pain, when I can help. Don’t ask me to.”

“Dean… This is just… It’s a bad idea.”

“A bad idea? To stop you from bleeding out? C’mon man, you’re always healing me up after hunts, let me repay the favor for once. Besides, you took the shot meant for me – it should be me sitting there with the bullet hole.”

Cas went suddenly pale, and his eyebrows drew together in a serious line. “If it were, I would use up whatever Grace I had left to heal you.”

Oh.

Dean blinked in surprise.

Huh. But Cas had been avoiding him so much lately... He’d assumed he didn’t care anymore. “Uh,” Dean faltered, “no, that wouldn’t be okay either. I wouldn’t want that. But maybe I should teach you some basic first aid now that your mojo gets patchy sometimes.” He shook his head. That would require them to be in the same room for more than five minutes. Stupid suggestion. “Look, if you’d want to heal me that badly if we were swapped over here, that’s what I want to do to you right now, get it?”

“I um. I think so.” The line between Cas’s eyebrows grew deeper. “It’s fine now anyway. It barely hurts,” he lied, gripping his shoulder tightly.

“Sure. Okay, Black Knight.”

Cas squinted.

“The Black Knight – ‘‘tis but a flesh wound’? Guess you didn’t get Monty Python in the pop-culture upload. We’ll add it to the list we-” But Dean remembered that they didn’t watch movies together anymore. “Doesn’t matter. Just take your damn coat off, you stubborn son of a bitch.”

That finally cracked a smile onto Cas’s pale face. His lips twitched and the corners of his eyes crinkled endearingly.

Dean felt a strong flare of affection at seeing Cas’s smile, after seeing him looking so defeated before, that it immediately softened all of Dean’s concern-masked-as-irritation and he found himself smiling back. He’d missed this. So damn much.

“I’ll patch you up,” Dean said gently, “then you get dibs on the first shower, since you’re the one covered in the most blood. Winchester tradition.”

“I don’t need-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you can just magic your mess away when your power’s back on, but you’re really just gonna sit here like that until then?”

Cas looked down at himself. “You have a point.”

“Always do. Looks like you’ll just have to enjoy shitty motel water pressure like the rest of us.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. “And going first means you get the hottest water.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas said.

“Then we can both go to sleep so you can recharge your batteries. You can sleep when you’re like this, right? But stitches first. After that there’ll be no touching involved,” Dean added, before he could stop himself. As much as he enjoyed talking to Cas again, it only served as a depressing reminder that they weren’t like this anymore. He gave a sad, weak little laugh, and even he could hear the pain in his voice when he said, “Y’don’t even have to look at me.”

Cas immediately slid off his bed with a rustle, and he was on his knees in front of Dean in the time it took for him to open his mouth to ask what was happening. His eyes shined wetly in the dingy motel room lighting as he gazed up intensely – vulnerable and raw – into Dean’s eyes. “Dean, no. This wasn’t supposed to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you,” Cas said in a voice thick with emotion. “Doing this – distancing myself… It was supposed to make things better, but it… only made everything worse. I hate being apart from you. I hate it. This wasn’t- it’s not- it’s not your fault.” He spoke haltingly, like he was struggling. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry. I- I don’t know how to explain-”

They were closer than they had been in weeks, and yet Dean could still feel the distance. His heart sunk. “This is starting to feel a whole lot like the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech, man.”

Cas scrunched his face up, and Dean knew he was trying to think of a way to say what he meant. He wondered if Angels weren’t very big talkers in their true forms. It was reminiscent of when they first met, and how Cas used to struggle with sarcasm and slang.

Cas already told him once that he’d only started to feel real, strong emotions (Dean called them his Real Boy Feelings) since rescuing him from Hell, so it made sense that he still struggled sometimes. And anyway, Dean had been human his whole life and it wasn’t like he was much better at the whole sharing your feelings crap.

Cas finally looked up through his lashes at him – his expression wary. “Hold out your hand, Dean.”

“What?”

“Hold out your hand, please. I can show you what’s been going on.”

---- Read the rest on AO3 ----

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 2, Wave 3, Poll 10

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Wen Kexing-Faraway Wanderers / Tian Ya Ke

Qualifications:

1. The LGBTQ+ part: he is canonically a gay man. (Though he does not identify by this specific word due to being from, yknow, fantasy ancient China, he is very vocal about only having interest in men / not having interest in women.) He is also one half of the main (canon, mlm) couple in the book. 2. Disability part: he has complex PTSD, with dissociative symptoms being most prominent. It's not articulated as clearly as the gay part, but there's a lot of textual evidence. For example, for his bouts of dissociation, he has a clear trigger - thinking or talking about personal loss (mostly his initial traumatic event, brutal murder of his parents when he was a child, but at least once it was fear of losing his partner), - and there's a very distinctive way the author describes it: "far-off gaze", "blank" expression or eyes, being "in a daze"/"dazed" were all words used more than once in those situations. He also exhibits symptoms of depersonalization, especially in contexts of violence. The one that made it click for me was a moment when someone was striking to kill him while he couldn't defend himself, and he was described as being calm "as if the one about to die was not himself", but there are also smaller hints, like several times he is described as 'fighting as if he doesn't notice pain and exhaustion' - which I would not take as evidence on its own, but tied in to other dissociative moments of his... yeah. 3. Last thing, in case you aren't sure PTSD/dissociative disorder should count as a disability, I want to make my argument that it should, as it noticeably impacts the character's quality of life. Both continuously (he mentions, for example, sleep problems/insomnia - that clearly stem from his traumatic experiences) and at specific moments (like that time he started dissociating in the middle of the battlefield, nearly resulting in him getting killed........)

Propaganda:

Okay, imagine a classical Chinese martial arts story. Young orphan meets a mysterious master, who imparts all his knowledge upon him; the boy trains hard and challenges various villains, until making it all the way to the final boss who was behind everything. Now, imagine if, in the very beginning of this story, the final boss accidentally ran into that mysterious master. And became suspicious of him. And began following him under pretense of falling in love with him at first sight. And then fell for him for real. And then they had adventures and also started co-parenting that young orphan.

THAT is the plot of Tian Ya Ke. And the final boss in question? Well, that's Wen Kexing I'm submitting! And yes, Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu - the aforementioned mysterious master and the main character of TYK - are a canon couple. Wen Kexing in particular is very, ah, out and loud gay. Gay and making it everyone else's problem even. So that's the LGBTQ+ part. (Also they are SUCH a couple. They're so funny! The whole circus! And then they do something and you are like oh yeah right. each of them is a villain of a different story. Good thing they decided to play house instead.) On the disability front, Wen Kexing has mental health stuff - to be specific, complex PTSD with signs of dissociative disorder. I'm not gonna describe his wide array of traumatic experiences on the form because it needs SO many trigger warnings, but the important part is how those impacted him. For example, he mentions having sleep problems/insomnia due to fear. (Which made the fandom lose our shit once we connected it to the earlier moment where he, in a vulnerable state, drags himself to Zhou Zishu's side and falls asleep on his lap. The! Trust! That! Shows!) He also dissociates frequently when thinking/talking about his initial traumatic event. Which is my favorite part of the portrayal of his PTSD because... you know how there's this trend in media with superpowers/magic when the character's trauma response is portrayed through their powers, like their powers going out of control? And TYK went 'yeah, no, when /our/ OP final boss has a ptsd flare up, he just dissociates like a normal person'. (and I, a normal person who also copes by dissociating, was like 'i owe u my life'.) Also, I think it's great that not all of his episodes are plot relevant. Like, in four out of five cases it's just something that happens (the narration / pov character makes note of it), and then the scene moves on - so it feels like a feature of his character, as opposed to a plot devise for creating situations. And the one case where it does happen in an action moment - when Wen Kexing gets revenge on the person responsible for his initial trauma and promptly starts dissociating in the middle of the battlefield, and someone else has to step in to prevent him from getting killed by other enemies - kinda highlights the disability aspect, imo. Like, it shows that PTSD creates barriers for him where a person without it wouldn't have any.

Anything Else?:

1. It's a Chinese novel, so character names are written down with surname first. So Wen Kexing = surname Wen + given name Kexing. 2. There's a live action adaptation of this novel, called Shan He Ling / Word of Honor, but it's uh. well. The portrayal of Wen Kexing's trauma and PTSD in it is. Bad. 'Completely butchered everything I thought was refreshing about it in the novel' bad. (please understand i hate everything about the adaptation and am barely refraining from infodumping about how much I deplore it here) So if WKX makes it into the tournament and none of the images I sent work for u, pls at least don't use the live-action version? He is practically a different character there!

Luke Skywalker-Star Wars

Qualifications:

his own dad cut his hand off :( THE gay character of Star Wars

Vader cuts off his hand in The Empire Strikes Back and he's very commonly portrayed as gay and/or aro in fanon. I think he might have been quietly confirmed as bi in some of the new canon novels but I'm not super familiar with OT-era EU material.

Propaganda:

Chanel boots etc etc

he was wearing the chanel boots. he saved the universe with the power of love and kindness. just look at him

[just-a-queer-fanboy]

Long ass ramble about special interests and vivziepop drama because the new trailer has me all the way fucked up

Uhh this starts off being like "wow I'm so weird about this cartoon I kind of hate myself for it" and then the story about how I cut myself off from my special interest (said cartoon) and ruined my mental health in the process just to avoid being weird

Never in a million years did I think a cartoon made by a tumblr girlie would have a chokehold on my psyche but here we are and I am somehow more emotionally attached to it than half the other interests in my life

Like. I'm usually super emotionally numb to almost everything but then act unhinged to seem like I'm not and to be funny but THIS FUCKING TRAILER somehow emotionally affected me?????? Is this a fever dream what the fuck

I can even tell if this is a special interest or a hyperfixation anymore but it is legitimately a part of my identity now and I don't know how to feel about that. Especially with how many allegations go around about the show and the creator and the voice actors and all this shit that never has enough evidence or explanation so you can never tell whether it's real or fake and I just fucking???????????

Like. When I first got sent a screenshot of viv allegedly being transandrophobic, I genuinely broke down. I was sobbing and shaking for 2 or 3 hours straight and I struggled to sleep for a week. My mental health was legitimately wrecked because of how strong my attachment to the creator and her work was/is. And that was DURING a period where i was the most miserable and anxious i had ever been! Then, when I told my sister why I was so stressed and showed her the screenshots, she explained to me how easily they could be faked. And it all felt so stupid.

I've had a similar experience with close to every other drama. The person who sent me the poison music video edited it to seem like it was much more explicit than it really was, and I yet again broke down, because I filled in the blanks myself. Whenever I saw people mock the character designs or writing, I internalized it and decided I was a bad person for enjoying or being inspired by it.

I managed to detach myself enough from it to not seem weird, but I just made myself depressed. I couldn't find something I could replace it with, so I was just empty most of the time. I felt like a horrible person every time I thought about it or saw something related to it, and, spoiler alert, depriving yourself of your special interest(s) isn't good. At all. I couldn't sleep, I was only eating at school so people wouldn't think anything was up, i basically relapsed on every issue I've had in the past 4 years.

So uhh idk how to finish this off but don't be like me don't cut yourself off from your special interests to avoid being judged that is fucking dumb. Also most of the vivzie dramas were fucking dumb anyway. I can think of 1 that was confirmed to be actually wrong, and any others showing actually bad shit have yet to be confirmed, so I really don't care.

Make fun of it with me all you want if you're my friend I accidentally made someone feel like shit about that once when I told them. I don't automatically make it into "I'm bad for liking this" anymore I will gladly mock the bean pole boys

What the fukc did I just write I'm off my meds if you can't tell so I kind of can't string together a coherent thought

[casspurrjoybell-22]

The Art of Sin - Chapter 23 - Part 1

•Ire Byakko (Kitsune)

*Warning Adult Content*

"I usually have a few toys or something to spice things up but damn. Last night was, wow."

I smirked to myself as I sat at the table with the others, breakfast laid out before us.

The rest chuckled at Bain's comment, quite aware of his 'usual' sexual experiences.

I've accidentally stumbled upon those scenes in his mind a few times.

The ones that were more, violent were the ones I disliked, making me take more caution as to not wander in his mind lightly.

Definitely, something I preferred not to experience regardless of how fond I was of Bain.

The thoughts of last night lingered in everyone's minds. 

When I get excited I release a pheromone that makes everything feel more... well, more.

It enhances all the senses but at the same time help you lose yourself in mind-numbing pleasure.

Simple touches made you tremble, kisses scorched your skin with need.

It was something I couldn't help but release at times but it didn't seem like anyone minded.

In fact, the lingering tension felt like it had finally dissolved. 

I was happy, really happy.

It wasn't because we had sex, that was a bonus but I felt more relaxed sitting at the table than I had in a very long time.

Oberous was finally being put in the past where he belonged.

Although the powers taken from him remained, I was beginning to feel like they were becoming mine.

They were my powers, it was my body.

I was in tune with myself, more so than I ever felt, even in my homeland.

I hadn't thought much about it.

Long ago there was a time I hated it.

Hated being an incubus.

Hated our culture but I was long past it.

I actually felt myself missing it, if only for the land and not the people themselves. 

I didn't care for the remainder of my family, my mother in particular but I wouldn't mind visiting my father if I could have.

He had always tried to be understanding of me regardless, even going as far as trying to persuade my mother to show mercy when Connor came into my life, my bringing a human to our land leading to my brother's death and my banishment. 

I was grateful for my new family and their acceptance, more than I think they realized.

We'd ended up sleeping in later than usual, having breakfast for lunch.

There were content smiles to be found on just about everyone's faces.

Even Keon, who doesn't show many expressions, had a ghost of a smile as he passed bacon to Noir. 

'I want bacon.'

My head whipped down to see Xyrin by my feet.

His two tails flicking as his cat eyes reflected his impatience.

Confused, I handed over two strips.

"Since when could you talk?" I asked, staring down at him, curious as to why it was discovered.

"Since who could talk?"

I glanced at Ire who looked at me, just as confused as I felt.

"Xyrin."

When I replied, I cocked my head, curious as to when we'd named him that.

"Yeah, him."

"And," Bain drew out.

"You're saying he talked, just now?"

I nodded, glancing back at Xyrin as he asked for another strip, mutely handing him another.

"Well, what did he say then?"

"That he wanted bacon."

They laughed.

I knew they didn't believe me.

I looked back down at Xyrin.

"You can talk, right?" I asked, determined to prove I wasn't making it up.

'Oh, I can do more than that.'

Suddenly Nikoli stood, panic written all over his face, apparently having heard him too.

"Xyrin don't you dare..." he was stopped midsentence as a puff of black smoke appeared, a naked man stepping out only seconds later, a frightening scar that looked more like a brand on his ribs drawing eyes instantly.

He was walking confidence, body sleek and toned and full of cocky attitude. 

Attitude directed right at Nikoli.

I was aware of the surprise and shock in the room, not to mention the sudden defensive stance Bain, Lycus, and Keon took immediately.

Even Tate and, to my surprise, Noir tensed and looked ready to fight if the situation called for it.

Everyone was determined to put up a good fight, especially after Oberous.

Well, everyone but Blu who just sat there looking dumbfounded and weirdly enough, slightly betrayed. 

Long black hair, matching the pitch fur his other form had, stopped midway down his back, parting around his set of horns.

The man-like Xyrin put a clawed hand on his hip, smirking at Nikoli in full defiance and his tails whipped back and forth, dispelling the smoke.

The seconds ticked by as they held eye contact. 

I found myself in awe of the man's boldness.

Although I felt Nikoli was pissed, there wasn't any intent to harm him and Xyrin knew it. 

"Sup, Nikoli," he said, tilting his head in greeting and then looked at us, his eyes lingering on Blue for just a moment longer than the rest.

"Boys."

Seeing that he wasn't a threat, we sat back down, speechless and staring at him before turning to Nikoli, expecting an explanation. 

He settled down in his chair looking utterly done with everything.

With a sigh, his eyebrows furrowed and he rubbed his forehead, breathing deeply to calm himself a bit, trying to accept that chaos was now his life.

"Dammit, Xyrin. We agreed you'd lay low,"

[onlytibki]

personal ramblings

so like. I have a job

(have had for nearly two years now)

but in the process of getting this job, I had to go through the basic North American schooling system (12 years during major growth periods) + 5 years of college + 3 years of grad school (during the pandemic).

So like a solid 20 years of schooling and all the burnout/stress/etc. wrapped up within. It's taken up such a significant part of my life that I straight up can't remember what it's like to not be in school

And that's not strange for most people, but... now I'm not in school.

It's not waking up early to do 8 hours of rigorous education followed by 2-ish hours of extra curriculars and 2-ish of homework (optimistically). It's not the stress of a test every. single. week. in. so. many. subjects. It's not the stress of networking and watching my bank account drain and working three jobs on top of school in the hopes of being able to afford my medication (and that was in Canada).

It's. Sleeping eight hours on the regular. Eating complete meals and going multiple weeks without accidentally forgetting one. Breathing clearly because of a new miracle drug that I can actually afford. Watching some degree of financial stability build underneath me.

Today was the first time in ages I was stressed out at work--big meeting followed by the uncovering of a mistake I'd made--and holy shit the stress hit like it was brand new. Because it basically was.

I'd felt like that straight through gradschool and a chunk through various parts of college and hs. And I think it hit harder than expected this time (1) I'm not longer used to it and (2) I'm in such a better place before that once I started feeling it again I realized I really don't wanna go back. I don't wanna lose what I have.

What I've built.

[this is where I'd put a paragraph acknowledging my privileges, which I do certainly have, but that's not what this is about right now]

[this is where I'd put a paragraph about the sheer relief and gratitude and joy of hey look ma I made it. Which I do feel, absolutely, but that's not what this is about right now]

This right now is about: Holy shit. I knew it was rough back then but I never realized how rough because I couldn't remember a time when it hadn't been rough. And now I'm there and holy shit. That was rough.

[purplesurveys]

1709

What’s your current favorite song at the moment? I'm still on a Seven high. I can't believe how stably it's been performing on both Spotify and YouTube. Makes me feel very proud!

Have you ever read any self-help books? I don't buy into those. Most of them talk about situations irrelevant to me anyway, or otherwise come from an entirely different cultural perspective.

What was the last book you read? Man this new Tumblr format SUCKS. Typing out answers is a mega bitch compared to before...anyway, I last read BTS' memoir. The funny thing is I breezed through the first 400/500 pages within 24 hours of getting the book, but now I'm struggling to finish the rest of it haha. It's not at all because it's bad as it's a lovely read...maybe a part of me just never wants to finish the book yet.

Do you thank the bus driver? Not quite the bus, but when I get off a Grab I always make sure to tell the drivers 'thank you' and 'drive safe' like 7 times as I get off the car. I'm mostly a quiet passenger so I try to compensate by verbalizing how grateful I am that they got me to my destination in one piece lol.

How many tabs are open right now? Just two Tumblr tabs and one for YouTube as I have something playing in the background as I take this.

Have you ever had your heart broken? Of course.

Do you wear makeup much? I'll wear foundation pretty much every time I go out just so that I don't look so obviously dead and jaded lol, so in terms of frequency, yes I have it often. It's a different story if we're talking about types of makeup because I couldn't care less for it.

When was the last time you flirted? I never flirt; not my thing.

What should you be doing right now? NOTHING. It's 1 AM on a Saturday and I'm right to be doing nothing. I just spent the last 16 hours outside and all I wanna do is sit back and take a bunch of these in the dark. I also can't wait to get the best sleep ever. 

Do you usually get good grades at school? They weren't consistently outstanding, but I think I did good enough for my classmates to like, rely on me and ask me questions or let me lead group work and stuff like that. So many people way smarter than me though, and more often than not these are the classmates who are now either in med or law school.

My performance was also dictated by how much I care for the class, so I always got good grades in my favorites, like history.

How did you and your first best-friend meet? We were seatmates and I accidentally pushed a pencil into her palm, making it bleed and having some of the lead still stuck in her hand to this day.

Do you like short hair on girls? It's not my preference, but of course girls can rock the short hair.

How about long hair on guys? ^ Pretty much the same.

When was the last time someone told you they loved you? Last night, I think.

Are you a righty or a lefty? Right.

Do you think someone’s thinking about you? Not at this moment, I don't think.

What is your favorite month? April and June.

What is your favorite color? Purple.

Who was your last phone call from? Someone from work, but I genuinely missed the call because I keep my phone on silent.

Have you ever trusted someone you wish you wouldn’t have? Sure.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

If you could go back in time and change things, would you? Nah. I've made embarrassing or just overall horrible mistakes, but it seems like an easy way out to be able to change them every time.

Do you like your smile? Sure!

What made you the happiest today? Coming back home and seeing my dogs.

Who was the last boy you texted? A contact for work.

Do you get along with your parents? I do. My mom and I will still clash every now and then but we no longer go at each other's throats, which was the daily case when I was younger.

Are you scared of needles? Terrified.

Do you believe love can last forever? Yes.

Do you like the ocean? Love it.

Are you allergic to anything? If so, what? Grass, apparently. I don't always react to it, though.

Do you know anyone who is/was a drug addict? Apparently, I did. I only learned after my cousin's dad died two years ago.

What is currently the most tan spot on your body right now? I uhhh...don't know. My skin color is equally distributed haha?? 

What is your dream job? Doing in-house PR for a company I personally like/follow, like WWE or Hybe.

Would you say you are ‘popular’? Nah. Is that still given a fuck about in your mid-20s?

Do you tend to cave into peer pressure? Nope. 

Have you lost anyone close to you? Through death or otherwise, yes.

Would you say that you are an intelligent person? In a general life sense/street smarts sense, no.

Who was the last person to hurt you? Celeste took me aback last night because she was being super (and a little unnecessarily) curt about a matter she eventually turned out to be wrong about, so there's that. I wasn't hurt per se, but I just genuinely didn't understand where her irritation was coming from. Then she turned out to be wrong on top of it all, so lol. We're good though.

Are good-byes easy or hard for you? Mostly hard.

[primroseparker]

I Wish I Were… || TASM!Peter Parker x female!reader (Part 2)

Summary: After accidentally listening to your heartbreak song, Peter realizes he needs to make things right with you before you push him away forever. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Mostly angst but also has fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love lol

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long, I hope you guys like it! And thank you to everyone who read the first part and requested a part 2 :)

Read part 1 here!

That night—the night that had changed everything for you—was spent with racing thoughts, unable to get Peter out of your mind; tossing and turning, your body aching to be in the arms of someone you couldn’t have. Your chest felt constricted, unable to expand enough to fill your lungs. It felt like your heart had been punctured thousands of times over by tiny pins. It felt like your whole body was heavier than usual, making it harder for you to get up from your bed. That strange, new feeling was something you couldn't name because it was unlike anything you had experienced before. It was difficult to place a name on it, but eventually, you figured out what it was. You had read about it in books hundreds of times and listened to many songs about it, so you thought you understood the emotion pretty well. But nothing could prepare you for the crushing sensation of unrequited love. Seeing and hearing about it was much different than actually experiencing it. 

As the night went on, the pain became too much to bear. Would that feeling ever go away? How could you ever look Peter in the eye and not let the overwhelming sense of despair crush you? You knew that you needed to stay away from him to heal from such a deep wound. Seeing him again would only make matters worse for you. Eventually, the flow of tears slowed down and you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, your tear-stained pillow only served as a reminder of the heartache from the night before. It made you solidify your plans: you had to stay away from your best friend before the pain would break you. Self-preservation—something you had never been good at but would now have to master. Now, as you look out your window and watch the golden rays of the sun give a bright color to the clouds, a single teardrop falls from your eye. Saying goodbye to the person you loved the most would be easier said than done. 

—

��Come on, please pick up,” Peter mutters as he holds his phone to his ear. It rings once, twice, and then goes to voicemail. 

“Hey! You’ve reached y/n. Leave a message at the beep, and then wait by your phone until I call you back. Could be minutes, could be years. Beep!” you laugh. 

“Y/n, please pick up. It’s been days since I’ve heard from you. Why did you disappear that night of the festival? If you’re mad at me, it’s completely fine. But please, I just need to know you’re okay. You have no idea how–” a beep cuts him off. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. 

A notification pops up on his screen.

Hey Pete. There’s a showing of that movie you like so much, Back to the Future, I think. Do you wannna go tonight? <3

His heart drops as he reads the name of your favorite movie. It was something reserved for the two of you. Other friends had their own special songs, but the two of you had a special movie. He had told Gwen about it only because he was so eager to share as much about himself as possible. At the time, he was only thinking about winning her over. He thought that his taste in movies and music would impress her and it certainly had. But he now regretted ever mentioning that to her. 

I can’t tonight Gwen, sorry.

Oh, when will you be free?

I’m not sure.

Are you feeling alright?

Yes.

Well, just let me know if you’d like me to come over. I could bring your favorite snacks.

Peter?

Just when he thought he couldn’t feel any more guilty. He liked Gwen very much. Her bubbly personality was captivating to him. She made him happy, but not like you did. He had been thinking for the past few days, really analizing the way he felt about you and the way he felt about Gwen. He had been crushing on you since that day you had stood up for him in the third grade. But as time went on, he realized you would never see him as more than just a friend. Which explained why he decided to flirt with other girls; he had hoped to move on from his silly crush because he couldn’t handle losing your friendship. He had hoped to find that with Gwen, which is why he decided to ask her to be his girlfriend. What he didn’t expect, however, was your reaction to the situation. Never in a million years would he have guessed that your feelings went beyond friendship. Was there a way to fix what he had done? Could his wish finally become true, a life with you by his side as his girlfriend rather than only his friend?

As he remains seated on his couch thinking about you, the ringing of his phone brings him out of his reverie. When he sees your name on the screen, he quickly answers the call.

“Hey,” you whisper. 

“Hey,” he breathes out, relieved to finally hear your voice. “Are you okay? Wait, that’s a stupid question. Of course you’re not okay. Look, I just want you to know that I’m really sorry for what happened that night at the fair with Gwen. But you shouldn’t have–”

“Wha– What are you talking about, Peter?” you stammer, your heart pounding. How could he know about the way you were feeling? You hadn’t said anything to him. Had he somehow figured out that you liked him? Was he about to reject your feelings once and for all?

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I just called to say that I think we shouldn’t be friends anymore,” you continue without missing a beat. “I just don’t think you need me anymore,” you laugh humorlessly. 

“What the hell are you talking about, y/n? How did you even come up with that idea?” he asks angrily.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve been avoiding me these past months.” 

He scoffs, “That’s not true.”

“Really? Then why have you canceled our plans so often? You seriously can’t tell me it wasn’t because of her.”

A moment of silence follows. “See? You can’t even deny it because you know I’m right. I’m just making things easier for the both of us,” you say. “Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I’m sorry for being such an inconvenience. I hope everything goes well for you. Take care of yourself,” you say in a broken whisper. 

“Wait y/n, I’m–” he says but is quickly interrumpted by the sound of the call ending.

He stares at his phone is disbelief. 

Had he just lost you forever? His best friend, the love of his life—how could he ever go back to his “normal” life without you in it? You were his rock. You stood by him when he struggled through the loss of his uncle; you were there every time he had come home bloody and bruised after his night patrols. You were there for every birthday; for every accomplishment and for every disappointment. You made him laugh until his stomach ached and he couldn’t breathe anymore. And it was all because he couldn’t bring himself to be truthful about the way he felt. 

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Three months had passed since you and Peter had last spoken with each other. Peter sat on the top of the Empire State Building, thinking back to the conversation he had with Gwen days after your last conversation. 

“Oh,” she said after he explained everything and confessed his love for you. “I guess that makes sense,” she said with a small smile. 

“You knew?” Peter asked in surprise.

“Well, a few months after we started talking, which was right after you stopped bragging about how great your movie and music taste was,” she rolled her eyes while she smirked, “all you could talk about was y/n. About how great she was, how she liked doing this and she liked doing that. I just didn’t put it together until after the night of the festival. The way you went after her right away and became suddenly very distant made sense. You were in love with her,” she said as she shrugged. 

“I’m so sorry, Gwen. I never meant to hurt either of you,” he said in a broken voice. Even Gwen could see just how badly Peter felt about the whole situation. 

“I know, Peter,” she reassured him as she placed a hand on his arm as a way to comfort him. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just make sure she’s fine, alright? Give her time, of course. But make sure that she knows how you truly feel about her.”

“I will,” he whispered with tears in his eyes.

“We can remain friends, right?” she asked in a timid voice.

“Of course we can,” he said as the two shared a small smile. 

He did give you your space. For about two weeks, anyway. After that, he just tried to reach you by call, text, and even went as far as going to your apartment every day. But you never answered. It was like you were a ghost. For three months all he could think about was you. Your laugh and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about. Your angelic voice as you sang your original songs. How your eyes looked when the sun hit just the right angle. How he often had trouble concentrating on what you were telling him because all he could think was how your lips would feel against his. 

He sighs as his mind comes back to the present. He puts his mask back on and launches himself into the air, shooting a web at a building and heads back to his place. As he swings from building to building, he looks down to the streets once in a while to check that everything is as it should be. Then, the sight of a familiar jacket catches his eye. You were well hidden from most people, in an alley that most would not bother to even look at. Hope begins to creep up on him, knowing that this was his chance to make things right. Then he hears your muffled sob. Concern and worry replaces any hapiness he had felt upon seeing you.

He drops to the ground on the opposite end of the alley as to not startle you, but fails miserably. You scream when a tall figure enters your peripheral vision. 

“It’s me! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, y/n,” Peter says as he approaches you slowly. 

You turn your head and quickly wipe your tears in an attempt to hide the fact that you were crying just a few seconds ago.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve just been really jumpy lately,” you mutter. You turn your head and finally look at him. You both stare at each other for what feels like years before speaking. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry for being such an awful friend. I’m sorry for being so distant and avoidant for months. It’s just that…I was so in love with you that it scared the shit out of me. I was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way so I looked for happiness in other people, like Gwen,” he rushes out in a single breath. “But it never changed the way I felt about you. I just didn’t have the guts to tell you and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for not telling you I liked you too.”

You stare at him in shock for a few seconds. “That you liked me too? How the hell did you find out that I liked you in the first place?” you ask.

He blushes underneath his mask and brings a hand to the back of his neck, a nervous tick that was pointless because all he could feel was the spandex. “The night of the festival… well, I–I was just worried about you, so I went to your apartment. You didn’t open the window, which worried me even more. I went in and heard you singing one of your songs.”

Even though he hadn’t taken his mask off, you could tell he was embarrased by his tone of voice. 

“Oh,” you mutter, feeling the heat rise to your face.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that, but you left without saying anything and–” he is cut off by the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist.

“I’m sorry for shutting you out like that, Pete” you say into his chest.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry for hurting you like that. You didn’t deserve it.”

You look up at him. “I guess we’re just two idiots in love, huh?” you laugh.

“I guess we are,” he snorts with laughter. He looks both ways before he grips the bottom of his mask and pulls it off in a swift motion.

His brown, doe eyes look into yours, showing the depth of his affection. He takes your face in his hands, holding you as if you were a precious gem. He tilts his head towards you, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

“I love you so much. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re more than enough, love,” he croons.

“I love you too,” you whisper as your his lips brush against yours. Your eyes flutter to a close and your lips finally meet his. 

It was better than you could possibly imagine. Like heartbreak, no amount of fairytales or songs could have prepared you for the love and happiness you felt with that kiss. It was a kiss of reconciliation, love, and full of hope for a future together.

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oh no there is only one bed!! or you and childe have to share a bed part 2

note: the healthy angst that comes with sleeping with your enemy. lots of plot but there's cuddling at the end uwu all under the cut

read part 1 here!!

mondstadt

for someone who challenged you to a spar any chance he got, childe was so gentle putting you to bed right now as if you were glass he'd accidentally break. his hands were always so heavy whenever he slapped your shoulder to get you attention or gripped your hand for a sudden arm wrestling challenge, but now, his hands were as light as air and it made you crave for his touches even more.

how irritating.

after tucking you in the blanket, he laid next to you. the bed was too small that you could feel his breath tickling against the side of your cheek. "hey," you said, very tired but unable to sleep now.

"hey," he replied.

"why are you being so nice to me?" you asked, genuinely curious. the question has alwags boggled your mind and it surfaced more intensely now after seeing him take care of you. he had no reason to be this kind to you, not when you tried to take advantage of him every time. the harbinger must have sensed that, he was a debt collector and an assassin after all. no one could hold a job like that if they were nice to everybody.

"huh. because i like you," he said and you felt his forehead touch you shoulder.

you stayed quiet for a moment, turning over what he just said in your mind. well, of course he liked you, you knew that. he said that so many times now. from the night you first met, he exclaimed,"i like you, young adventurer! we should be comrades after this," before running off to take your precious mora from you. "good luck!" he cheered.

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liyue harbor

liyue seemed to grow busier at nighttime as the lanterns burned brighter. from stalls that sold toys, food, jewelry, to men announcing live shows from their restaurants and theaters, calling out to those who want to witness liyue's music and dancing, it was indeed a city of commerce as more people helped themselves to the culture liyue sold and earned back with cold, hard mora.

in the middle of the crowd, a man called jia was running from his debtor. he ran very fast, unpertubed by the people he knocked off in his haste. he was carrying a package with him, one that he had received from the adventurer's guild. he'd been waiting for it for so long, had been searching for it for years, and now, it was finally in his hands.

the price, however, was grave, now that a fatui harbinger was behind his heels.

from the rooftops, tartaglia ran like the wind, eyeing the man that braved the crowd. jia glanced at him, aware that he was chasing after him, and turned to a dark alley. tartaglia grinned and jumped across another roof, pigeons billowing from the sudden interruption, and briskly followed the fast man.

jia was quick as he evaded crates, pots, and plants that dotted the narrow alleyway. a few niche stores were open and some owners would glance up only to see a man jumping across their wares.

tartaglia laughed, impressed at the man's speed and flexibility. he was bad at not bumping into people but he was skilled in basic gymnastics, knowing what to touch to keep his balance or how to gain momentum to run even faster. no wonder his subordinates couldn't catch him, he thought. they lacked his training and tartaglia took note of this the next time he trained his soldiers.

jia turned into a corner and tartaglia was about to jump on him when he disappeared out of the blue. impossible, he murmured, as the alley led to a wall about ten feet higher than the man. tartaglia hopped down from the slanted roof, carefully pressing his feet on the stone pavement to check if there were hidden passageways under. he patted the walls next, and found nothing suspicious. he turned to the crates scattered around, eyeing them suspiciously.

"you there," a millelith soldier called at him, pointing a spear. "what are you doing there?"

tartaglia frowned at the soldier, ignoring the weapon in his hand. didn't the entire millelith knew him by now, he wondered. "you saw a man run around here? very thin, has dark hair, a mole under his eye? he was holding a brown package. "

"i'm the one asking questions," the soldier growled. "who are you? what are you doing there?"

tartaglia stepped out of the shadows, putting a smile on his face. "i'm childe, from the fatui harbingers, if you must know, " he replied, waving a hand. the man froze but foolishly kept his spear up.

"there were reports of a man causing a disturbance here. you wouldn't be that man, fatui?" he asked harshly, his voice rising a pitch higher. tartaglia couldn't see his face from his helmet but he sensed the soldier's fear, his hand shaking as he gripped his weapon. childe openly glanced at it, letting the man notice, and chuckled.

"no, no, of course not," he replied. "i was looking for that man, actually. i guess you didn't see him after all since you're asking me, huh." his tone was friendly and casual.

"just get out of here. you're disturbing the people," said the shoulder, waving him away.

"i'll be on my way," he said, patting the soldier's shoulder. "sorry to have troubled everyone." he walked out of the dark alleyway, away from the crates and stalls that lined it messily, and returned back into the city's busy street. he couldn't quite point it out, but he felt something wrong about the entire thing.

a bunch of millelith soldiers passed him, carrying the wares of a member of the qixing who yelled at them to hurry up. they stumbled along the crowd, whispering curses to the businessman, their faces unhappy.

tartaglia watched them go, feeling something out of place, then widened his eyes in late realization. he rushed back to the alleyway, looking for the soldier with the spear. they were gone, of course, eyeing the overturned crate left abandoned on the ground. he scoffed, both amused by the man's trickery and irritated at his own foolishness.

he had forgotten that the milleleth never wore helmets out of battle.

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dunyu ruins

you stumbled to the ground, your legs giving from exhaustion. you rolled to your back and exhaled, your lungs violently pumping for air.

checking your pocket watch, you saw that it was very late, almost 11, and you still haven't caught up with your employer, well, your previous employer. your current one was probably running around liyue, chasing nothing but a shadow, fortunately. atleast he wouldn't be around when you did your job, which was far outside from your humble profession.

the ginger got into your nerves in a bad way. you now knew he was a member of the fatui and, just your luck, one of the harbingers too, going by the name childe. he looked very friendly but your gut instincts told you that he was dangerous. it took huge courage to make a deal with him, even without knowing he was a fatui harbinger. if you did, you probably wouldn't have shoved him to the wall earlier. he had hurried towards you afterwards, and told you that he liked you, wishing you good luck even.

what a strange bastard.

the deal was not smart, but risks are inevitable in crucial circumstances like this. the fatui were sneaky but you knew they needed to keep their word in the land of contracts and the harbinger childe did not strike you as a cheat. unlike you, you thought not too sadly.

you forced your tired legs to stand up, and stepped near the pool, drinking its cool water. you splashed a bit to your face. the evening was hot and exhausting. you've been gliding and running around, following the traces left by jia.

nearby, you could see the shadow of dunyu ruins, the place reeking of danger that sent a prickling to your spine.

you knew the man was going to leave the city thru mt. tianheng, and waited for him there after leaving the ginger back at liyue harbor. jia couldn't have escaped through sea as no ship left the harbor at this time. travel through the guili plains was also out of the question since it would make it easier to catch him there. more so, the harbinger was guarding the bridge that connected liyue to the plains and your fellow adventurers whisper that he hasn't caught any man yet.

so, you figured he must have chosen another path to escape. you sighed in relief then, grasping at the smallest chance possible to get you through this mess.

that left you with mt. tiangheng. the roads through the ruins were less guarded since the mountains were itself a wall that protected the harbor from any kind of threat. it was also unusual to find people use the roads there since it was dangerous and difficult to navigate. nothing to watch out for, guards were scarce and, oftentimes, laxed around the area, gambling and sleeping even during work hours. escape would be easier through tiangheng, as long as you had the stamina to climb up the steep mountain, that is.

jia, you figured, would go through this difficult path to lose his chasers. if you were him, you'd glide from the mountains to reach the ruins. it was a lot of risk since monsters currently lived there, as written in your trusty adventurer's handbook, but it would have given you a chance to escape the city and perhaps, hide from the millileth and the debt collectors that threatened your freedom for a short while.

and so, you hiked up on mt. tiangheng only to find the man disappear almost immediately. when you ran after the jia's quick figure, he was already gliding away, his shadow heading off to the wilderness. you yelled his name but the dark had swallowed him already. how could he have done that so fast, you wondered, perplexed.

thus, began your journey through the more perilous lands of liyue wherein not even the most seasoned adventurerers dared to travel alone, more so, in the middle of the night. you had your wind glider, thankfully, and you felt barbatos's winds guide you even in the harsh foreign land, so there was no need to fight the lot of monsters that roamed the land below.

dunyu isn't so bad, you thought, before falling into a pool of water. the stone pavement, or rather, what was left of it, were aged and unstable in some parts. the dark also proved it difficult to see whether you were stepping on safe ground or not.

thankfully, the water was shallow where you fell, so you weren't soaked so badly. you got sick so easily when getting cold, it wouldn't do you good right now.

you rummaged into your bag and found your bottle of fireflies and lampgrass, one that you used in dark areas like this. you looked around, only to see a bunch of slimes heading towards you, alerted by your noises and the light from your lamp. you sweared, running away to hide inside the ruins.

you stopped when you saw blood on the ground, its direction leading deeper through the ruins. you inhaled sharply, your gut telling you that you were close and very much in danger at the same time. the blood was fresh, most likely from jia getting injured somewhere here. you swallowed, then headed deeper inside, pulling out your old dagger from your side.

the ruins were bigger than the outside and it spiralled deeper downward, leading to a pool of water guarded by a wind barrier. what treasures must the land keep here, you wondered. liyue was infamous for ancient treasures locked behind complicated puzzles in its ruins. many adventurers and researches have gone and disappeared looking for it. perhaps morax wasn't too kind to people stealing his blessings from their histories.

you hung your lamp around your waist and and carefully stepped down the broken stone platforms, climbing down the spiral. you could hear abyss mages whispering behind some of the walls and stilled, hoping they don't hear you.

you glanced up to see a seelie floating next to you. it seemed to urge you to follow it and so you did, crossing difficult platforms and pathways. and safe from monsters too, you noted, thankful for this rather bright seelie.

the seelie led you upwards. it was exhausting, as you pursued it in all sorts of hurdles and directions, but you continued following it anyway. seelies were unpredictable things but they always lead you to treasure, or sometimes, something more precious than chests.

you hear a man groan from behind a stone wall. you watch as the seelie passed through the stone and grimaced. surely it could have steered you to an entrance people can cross. it took you a few more climbing and grunting before you saw a window that led to the other side. you climbed inside it.

jia was lying on the ground, his leg bleeding. he peered at you, clearly in pain. "you found me," he gritted.

you kneeled next to him, quickly tending to his wound. "of course i did. you owe me some mora." you chuckled, wrapping the wound with a piece of cloth. from the looks of it, a slime must have injured him, remembering the herd that tried to attack you earlier.

"the fatui are after me. and worse, they sent a harbinger to do it. i don't know how i could possibly escape this." jia's face crumpled in agony, his hand gripping his hair. you pulled his hand away from it, holding it firmly with yours.

"i know. but he's a bit distracted," you said to him, trying to ease his worry. when you made the deal with the harbinger, you didn't expect that he'd join in the hunt, making the complicated situation even more difficult for you. "i hope to find you before him and give you time to escape. thankfully, the harbinger is pretty dense so i think he's still back at the harbor looking for you."

you remembered your encounter with childe, you wearing the millelith disguise, you pulling jia inside a crate before the ginger could jump on him, you pointing the spear at the harbinger as fear gripped your body when he told you who he was. you tried to turn the terror you felt into anger towards this young man called childe and it kept you steady throughout the entire encounter, convincingly enough atleast.

you remember the relief you felt when he fell for the act and left. how you and jia quickly hurried into different directions without even catching your breathe.

childe can attack every soldier he suspected for all you care just so jia could safely escape his hunt. you hope that the soldier whose clothes you had stolen wasn't hurt too badly with your mugging though.

jia brought your hand to his forehead. "thank you for doing that. i really, really owe you my life. but, y/n," he continued, looking at you hard in the eye, "you didn't need to follow me up here. it's dangerous. i can't protect you from the monsters here nor against a harbinger once he finds me."

you glared at him. "exactly why i followed you. you can't fend off these creatures. atleast with me, you have a chance." you gripped his hand. "i'm an adventurer, i know how to survive the wilderness. you may be good at running but you used to be, what, an accountant?"

he looked hurt. "i trained a bit of martial arts, you know."

you ignored it. "we can get you away from here. i believe there's a ship at the beach across here that can bring you to inazuma. you'll get there, i swear."

"but what about the harbinger? he'll find me. you don't know their kind, y/n. they're skilled at what they do," he said, his voice shaking. "you know what happens when a harbinger visits someone who hasn't paid their debt in liyue? they disappear." he started crying and you patted his back, not knowing how to comfort him. you wondered if you'd disappear too after childe figures out you've tricked him.

"what about you?" he asked, gripping your shoulder. "how will you get out of this? you may have fooled him before but he'll find out. they always find out."

"thank you for your words of comfort, my friend," you said, scoffing. "but i'll find a way. for now, we should worry about you. how do we escape with your leg all bloody?"

"perhaps making a staff will help him walk?"

jia froze and your skin shivered at the voice. you looked behind, bile rising from your stomach. how long had been he there? he couldn't have possibly followed you all this way, that's insane.

"hello jia," he greeted cheerfully, looking at your friend. jia pushed himself up, wincing at the pain on his leg. he began to back away as if the harbinger were a rabid animal.

childe's face changed when he glanced at you, his expression unreadable. it unnerved you how easily his demeanor could shift. your mind scrambled to make an excuse to trick him again and giving your friend even the tiniest chance to survive.

"hello there, young adventurer," said the harbinger, looking at you intently. "it's nice meeting you again."

--

mondstadt

"you know, i really, really hate you," you said, shivering. childe pulled you closer to his body, wrapping you around his arms. you laid stiffly on the bed, not knowing how to reciprocate and yet, giving into his warmth like a moth to a flame.

"i know," said childe, running circles on your arm with his fingers. you buried your face at the crook of his neck, your body reflexively bending to his. he wasn't wearing a shirt and you felt his heat more intensely against your face. "are you cold?" you asked, despite feeling his skin hot against yours.

"with you, no," he groaned, burying his nose in your hair. you slid a hand under the side of his head and nuzzled into his neck, your fingers curling in his hair.

"i hate your strange smiles," you breathed in his scent, the pulse in his neck beating rapidly under your nose. he groaned when you ran your hand through his locks, lightly scratching his scalp.

"i hate how uncontrollable and unpredictable you are," you said, your other hand slipping on his waist. he slid his leg over yours, hugging your body like a pillow.

"i hate how you're so kind to me, despite everything," you said, turning your face to look him in the eye, your lips almost touching. in the dark, his expression was indecipherable but you can feel his breathe hitching against yours.

the dagger under your pillow was cold in your hand, so unlike the young man that curled into you, like moth to a flame, you thought once again, more bitterly.

you held to your weapon tight, thinking, perhaps, this was what the harbinger felt everytime he met a challenge. the fear and exhiliration running in his veins, so deliciously out of control, the high reminding him he was human and alive and so, so awake.

"i can feel you heart beating so hard, young adventurer," he whispered, tickling your lips. "as if your heart is inside my chest," said ajax, pressing his forehead to yours, his own heart beating just as rapidly as yours.

you inhaled, shaking, but you persisted, holding tightly to the dagger. this time, you wouldn't miss, you thought, raising it towards his neck.

//hello, this entire thing ended being longer than i expected. i made a few adjustments on the first part to make it all more consistent. thanks for reading, hope ya'll have a good day ahead!

part 3 is up!! you can read it here

[min-yunki-agustd]

Hi! I need to say thay you're a really good writer! and my question is: you said once that sickfic day 3 of the sicktober (Jk being sick at the airport/plane and getting cared by Joonie) could have a part 2. This request will it be done? I'm about intessed in what will happen after jk's fainting.

Thank you! That means a lot to me! I wasn't going 👀 to but I most definitely will now lol. I almost accidentally left yall on a cliffhanger my bad.

link to part 1: ( warning way too many editing mistakes) https://min-yunki-agustd.tumblr.com/post/697138312051343360/day-3-

Airplane Part 2

sickie: jk

caretaker namjoon

tw: mention of nausea, emeto, etc

word count: almost 1k 🥲

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Jungkook's Pov

it's dark. no, I can't open my eyes.

Jungkook is becoming aware that he's not conscious but is struggling to gain consciousness. He tries moving his limbs but they were still. It was like he was in sleep paralysis only his head was extremely foggy and he can't see anything. He slowly begins to come back to reality. Though He's still unable to lift his heavy eyelids he's become more aware of what is happening behind his body. There is yelling. lots of noise. He hears many voices but the closes voices he could hear were the sound of medical professionals. He figured since they sound so official. He couldn't really tell because though there loud the actual words are jumbled up in his brain. A slightly more distant voice but more familiar voice though grumbly and low. Namjoon? he thought in his own head. He focused back on his surroundings. The soft humming sound of the plane was gone. As if the plane ride was over. He began to come back to reality faster when he felt cold metal touch his arms. He could hear namjoon's voice again. he sound like he was saying something comforting. whatever he said helped Jungkook was scared.

NamJoon POV

namjoon watched over the younger telling him "everything is ok Jungkook your going to be alright." namjoons eyes were a little watery. from the moment jk fainted to when the plane landed namjooon held Jungkook in his arms doing the best he could until help could come. He yelled out and flight attendants came bursting in. He kinda expected the other members to come running as so as he yelled but he learned later that they were forced to remain seated by other flight attendants. The flight attendants fanned jk's splayed body They told the pilots and they did an emergency landing. Calling emergency services so that they'd already be there by the time they landed. Namjooon had to keep it together. No matter how many times he yelled his name jungkook would not wake up or even move for that matter. It felt like ages before they reached the ground and when they did and emergency services came to help, namjoon gave him all the information he could. explaining his parlor complexion, his slightly unusual behavior, and he's going back and forth to the bathroom being ill. Right after He was lifted up and placed on the gurney. Namjoon quickly announced ' HE"S WaKing UP" coming out a little louder than he thought it would. Jungkook's once limp body regain a little life when his eyes squeezed tight and fluttered open. Halfway opened against the blinding lights. the paramedics are plugging him up to things checking his pulse and strapping him onto the gurney.

JK Pov

He was finally out of the dark place he was stuck in. The moment of happiness for finally being away was washed away when the pain came back instantly. He whinnied and squirmed in place. His head felt like tenth thousand pounds weighs. He was dizzy and tho he felt an emptiness in the pit of his stomach he felt nausea rise in his throat. His stomach threatened to lose the bout of stomach acid that plagued his throat before he passed out. In summary, he felt awful now that he was awake. The pain in his stomach made him thrash a bit and fight the restraints that held him safely in the chair. shifted a bit. The pain and making him irrational. That was until he felt a gentle warm hand rest against his arm. It calmed him a bit knowing namjoon was with him.

No pov

The paramedics rolled him off to the ambulance. They had replaced the plane steps with a machine that rises and lowers. Namjoon was allowed to stay with jungkook. Before leaving completely namjoon told the others to tell the manager what was going on and namjoon said that as soon as he could he'd give the name of the hospital so that the rest of the members can come. Namjoon knows they'll probably realize the lie when they see Jungkook's file but namjoon doesn't care that's a concern for hybe. On the way to the hospital was having trouble with his stomach and had to be given a bag. Before he could even tell anybody a splash of clear sick burst from his throat and then lips. Making a mess of his face and his hand when he slapped it against his face. In an attempt to contain the sick. He kept his head in the bag for the rest of the ride after that incident. It was an uncomfortable situation for his stomach but as long as joon was there he felt like he was ok. They made it to the hospital safely. Jungkook was immediately taken to a room and given ivy fluids to regain all the nutrients and hydration he'd lost. He was given serval tests to see what was wrong but after three tests he was told to rest. The members managed to come as soon as namjoon sent off the text of the hospital's name. Jungkook wasn't quite like himself but he looked better than before. During their stay at the hospital (Jungkook and namjoon) namjoon did everything he could for jk. When he needs another pillow, namjoon would call the nurse. When jk needs meds Joon made sure he got them, Namjoon even filled outJungkook's paperwork. When things were a bit more settled and jungkook finally felt like getting rest namjoon brought over a chair and gently played with the younger hair knowing that this movement would sure put him to sleep faster.

Once jungkook was snoring namjoon for a second to himself to relax, it was late and he hadn't even realized how tired he was getting. He walked across the hospital room and turned off the lights. He sat back down in his chair and began to fall asleep himself...

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To Be Continued...

If this fic repeats it self please let me know inn the comments my computer was being weird.