#people need to stop suddenly ask if i'm okay if they never cared before

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Random attractive things they do: SKZ

Chan: Wearing a suit

He emerged annoyed from your room struggling with his tie.

"I thought I knew how to tie these things"

You chuckled and waved him to yourself.

"These are some talented hands you have. I'm surprised there's anything they can't do"

"Very funny" he rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't being funny... And done"

He pecked your lips and went for the front door.

"Thanks, baby. I'll be back in a few hours"

"Have fun, handsome!"

Minho: Taking charge during plans

"Don't worry about dinner tonight" he said, grabbing his car keys. "I've got it all figured out"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Oh really? Care to share the plan?"

"Not a chance" he replied with a grin. "You'll see"

He drove you to a cozy little restaurant you've never been before, complete with a view of the city lights. It wasn't extravagant, but the effort he put into surprising you in itself was enough to make you melt.

Changbin: Rolling up their sleeves

You watched as he leaned over the kitchen counter, rolling up his sleeves before starting to chop vegetables. The casual movement exposed his forearms, the slight flex of muscle catching your attention. He glanced up, finding you staring.

"What?" he asked, smirking as he kept chopping.

"Nothing" you replied, cheeks flushing "Just... You look good doing that"

He laughed shaking his head, but you could tell he was pleased. For the rest of the night you couldn't stop glancing at those rolled up sleeves and the effortless confidence they added to his demeanour.

Hyunjin: Driving with confidence

The way he handled the car was mesmerising. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his focus steady but relaxed. You couldn't help but stare.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer"

"Oh no need, this is already etched into my brain" you answered with a teasing smile.

"So this is why you never drive"

"No, I simply suck at driving... You looking hella fine is just an added bonus" you shrugged.

Jisung: Giving genuine compliments

"You know, you’re amazing at what you do" he said out of nowhere as you were walking through the park. You turned to look at him, surprised.

"What brought that on?" you asked, smiling.

"I just realized I don’t tell you enough" he said, hands in his pockets. "The way you handle things with so much passion... It’s inspiring."

Your heart skipped a beat at his sincerity. It wasn’t just the words; it was the way he said them, like he genuinely admired you. That moment stayed with you, a quiet reminder of how much he appreciates you.

Felix: Being good with kids

You were at your nephew's birthday pool party and Felix was in the pool, splashing around ith the kids. After watching them for a while, you leaned back on your sunbed, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun. When the sunlight unexpectedly dissappeared, you opened one eye to glance at the shadow.

"What's gotten you so smiley?" he inquired with a lovestruck grin.

"You..." you confessed while madly blushing "You're really good with kids"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head before returning to the pool.

Seungmin: Pulling you close in crowded places

The street was packed with people, and you were struggling to keep up. Without saying a word, he reached for your hand and gently pulled you closer, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulder.

"Better?"

"Much better"

He didn't let go until you were out of the crowd, and even then you didn't want him to.

Jeongin: Casual stretching

He was sitting on the couch when he suddenly leaned back, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a hint of toned abs. You tried not to stare but couldn't help yourself.

"Everything okay over there?" he asked catching your gaze.

"Uh, yeah" you replied, quickly looking away, cheeks burning.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction and stretching once again, just to tease you.

[endzithefangirl]

"I'm gong to put 'being a WAG' on my CV"

Authors note: Here's a little Max Verstappen x TechCEO!Reader. Bet you didn't see that comng. Anyway, got the idea for this a few days ago, and I guess my love of Italian food made me finish this

Summary: Max's new relatioship causes a social media stir, but the new couple couldn't care less whilst in Italy.

Warnings: English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, female reader, famous reader

Word count: 2k

You understood it, to a degree. Max had just broken off a three-year-long relationship right before summer break, and now suddenly he was spending the summer with you. Now you’re at the paddock... No wonder people thought there was some crossover.

The truth? You two met last New Year's at a party for some sporting event. You, being one of the sponsors for your country's national sports committee, were invited, and Max... well, Max was Max Verstappen. You hit it off, exchanged numbers, showed him around your company a few times, and took him to all of your favorite restaurants in NYC. But you knew he had a girlfriend; everyone knew. And he was taking care of her kid too.

That breakup was hard on him. He had stopped loving her, but he couldn't just kick a woman and her kid out of his house. Max waited for them to have a huge fight, and then they just... broke up. And to your surprise, he was in New York the next day, saying that he needed someone to talk to. Bullshit. You knew he liked you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come all the way here 'just to talk.'

But here you were, in Italy, spending time with him before Monza. You were currently typing away on your phone, trying to make peace in the finance department. Max glanced up from his phone every so often, stealing peeks at you while grinning.

He had never quite been so into someone like you. You were smart, funny, talented, pretty, and on top of all that - you were also rich. But you were also the most challenging girl to flirt with Max had ever met.

"You look like you could use a break," he said, after watching you tap away at your work laptop for a few minutes.

"Probably. What's the point of having interns if they don't do anything?"

"Then you should consider hiring me; I'm pretty good at helping out," Max teased, looking up from his phone and sending you a cheeky smile. He loved a woman who was in power, who knew what she was doing, and he could tell you were used to being the boss. "Come on, take a break. You know you deserve it," Max encouraged, resting his hand on top of yours to stop you from working some more.

"I guess I could eat…" You say, closing your laptop. "I saw on Google Maps that there’s a nice pizza place down the road. We can go if you’re hungry.”

Max smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m starving; let’s go,” he said, reaching for the car keys.

“No, it’s okay, let’s walk,” you stop him. He turned towards you, slightly confused. Usually, women would give anything to drive around with Max Verstappen. Maybe that’s just what makes you special.

The two of you walked out of the hotel, your bodyguard Lenny standing outside the door. The tall, muscular man just nodded as the two of you entered the elevator. Max found it funny that you preferred Lenny guard your stuff more than you. Especially the laptop. He sometimes wondered what you kept in there...

“Is Pierre gonna be at the race?” you asked as you exited the building, breaking the silence.

Max’s head snapped towards you, and he raised his brow. “Uh, yes, of course he is… Why?”

“Because I want to see Kika.”

“Oh, so she’s your secret F1 crush, eh?” Max said, relaxing.

You laughed. “Pierre is a solid seven with a better haircut. Kika is a twelve on a bad day.”

As you got to the bigger streets, you started to understand why Max drove everywhere. Unlike you, who were a chiller and niche celebrity, despite being incredibly rich, Max was a real superstar. Your short walk to the pizza shop became a fan meet and greet, with people coming up to you every three seconds and asking for photos.

“Is this your girlfriend?” one of the people asking for a picture asked. As you finished taking the photo, you noticed Max’s slightly flustered face as he heard the question. He stumbled, but you answered with a simple “Yeah.”

As you arrived at the restaurant, you noticed that Max was staring at you. He seemed… surprised. You laughed at his facial expression. The sound of your laugh calmed him instantly, his heartbeat beginning to return to normal. Max cursed himself in his head; he was better than this. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is it something I said?"

Max ran a hand through his hair, feeling his cheeks heating up slightly. "No, no... Not really," he reassured you, trying to sound casual. "I was just... thinking."

"Okay, well I'm thinking about the food. I think a Vesuvius sounds great right now."

Max chuckled and quickly glanced down at the menu to hide his embarrassment. "Vesuvius? What the hell is a Vesuvius?" he asked, though his eyes scanned down the menu, searching for it.

"It's a type of pizza," you teased. "It's been like three minutes; have you not even skimmed the menu?"

Max fidgeted under your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks again. "What?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You tell me. Why are you staring?" Max shook his head, glancing up at you questioningly. He had no idea what you were thinking about. "No... What are you thinking about?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"There are pots from 4000 years ago found in ancient Egypt that are made out of an incredibly difficult to manage material and are cut to such perfection that they balance on their round bottom."

Max's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was expecting something totally different. Something that had at least a little bit to do with him. He chuckled, still somewhat surprised as he studied your face. "Where did that come from?" he asked incredulously.

"The Egyptians. They were like, cooking pots and stuff. Royal cooking pots probably, but still," you teased.

Max chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're thinking about cooking pots, and here I am, just trying to figure out what I did to make you say that we're together so casually."

"What do you mean? Are we not together?"

"Well, of course we're together," Max said, his voice taking on a more serious tone now. He glanced around the restaurant briefly, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "I just... I didn't expect you to say it so casually," he said, his eyes meeting yours again.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know we were keeping it a secret. I mean, I was at the paddock and all last time, and I took days off work to come to this race—"

Max shook his head, realizing you completely misunderstood what he was saying. "No, no, it's not that... I just..." he began, struggling to find the right words. He took a deep breath, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. "It's just... you're so casual about it... and I'm... a bit too flustered for my own good," he admitted, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice.

You softened up a bit. "Oh, okay, I get it. It was just a bit too shocking for you... Yeah, sorry."

Max felt his heartbeat a little faster when you softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it was a bit... unexpected for me," he chuckled, feeling somewhat silly for being so flustered. "But it's fine, honestly."

"Do you think my stomach is gonna have space for gelato later? There's a really good gelateria; I can see it from the window... They make the ones with the macarons..."

Max chuckled, loving how you were so excited about the gelato. "Well, based on the amount of pizza you usually eat," he teased, a smirk on his face. "I'd say you're probably fine."

"No, they put the macarons on the gelato."

"On the gelato?" Max repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"I've never heard of such a thing," he said, leaning forward to get a better look out the window at the gelateria you were talking about. "Well, in that case," he said with a grin, "we're definitely going there for dessert."

After eating so much that your belts barely held, you came back to the hotel, Lenny greeting you at the door as usual. Max's stomach was stuffed to the brim, but he was in such a good mood from the good food and even better company, he didn't even care. He walked back into the hotel together with you, his hand still holding yours. Lenny greeted the two of you as usual, but Max couldn't help but notice the way Lenny looked at you, like he was analyzing you.

"All good, Len. You go to your room for the night," you said to Lenny. He nodded, smiled at the both of you, and then went off. Max watched as Lenny walked off, then turned to you, a small frown on his face.

"He was looking at you funny," he said, a protective edge to his voice.

"He thinks it's funny. That I'm dating a Formula 1 driver."

"What's so funny about that?" he protested, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "He just... I don't know, he's a big fan of yours I don't think he's processed it yet". Max's frown relaxed as you explained it, his ego immediately soothed a bit. Of course he was a big fan of his, who wasn't?

"Oh, so he's a big fan?" he teased, a hint of pride and cockiness in his voice.

You take your shoes off and lay on the bed, your stomach bloated from all the good food "Yeah. Talk to him a bit, I think it'll make him happy" You let out groan as you move "I hate you Italy. You has so much good food... I love it though"

Max chuckled, watching as you dramatically threw yourself onto the bed, your stomach protesting the amount of food you just had. "You're such a drama queen sometimes," he teased, grinning as he took off his shoes as well and joined you on the bed. He lays down beside you, running a hand over your bloated stomach. "You'll be fine," he said, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh, you know what I saw on TikTok?"

Max raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his hand now resting on your stomach. He didn't typically pay too much attention to TikTok, but he was more than happy to listen to you.

"What did you see?" he asked, turning his head to look at you.

"Well first of all, I'm a WAG now. Thank you for that, I will be putting that on my CV. But second, they liked that I was wearing Red Bull merch. I thought they wouldn't like it, but they did"

Max chuckled as you spoke, amused by how casually you mentioned being a WAG, and how seriously you were taking the fact that you were wearing Red Bull merchandise. "Well, of course they liked it," he said with a smirk. "You were wearing the merch of the best team out there."

He gave you a smug look, his hand moving up and tracing a lazy pattern on your stomach. "Not to mention the merch of the best driver out there."

[kjhbsies]

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Smallville Clark Kent x reader

synopsis: Clark was too busy saving Smallville, and Y/n just wanted a little attention. But when he told her to stop being clingy, She took it to heart— pulling away completely.

wordcount: 1,771

note: 16+ angst to fluff

divider from @enchanthings

"Am I okay?" Y/n echoed, tears welling in her eyes as she stepped forward. "You seriously had the audacity to ask me that?"

Clark blinked, completely thrown off guard. "What—?"

"Our date, Clark. You stood me up. Again."

His stomach dropped. And Clark opened his mouth to say something, anything, but Y/n wasn't finished.

"I waited for you for hours at the diner. I called. I texted. And nothing! No explanation, no anything. Just me looking like an idiot in front of everyone while my boyfriend completely blew me off."

Clark swallowed, "Y/n, I—"

"I'm so sick of this, Clark. This is the third time this has happened. And I know— God, I know you're busy. That people need you. But what about me? I'm your girlfriend."

Clark's jaw clenched. He had been through hell tonight, barely keeping Smallville safe, and how he was being berated for doing the right thing?

"Y/n, you know that's not fair." He shot back, voice sharper than intended. "I can't ignore people just because of a date."

Y/n scoffed. "Wow. That's just... great."

Clark exhaled sharply, patience wearing thin. "I'm not saying that, but you're acting—"

"Like what?" She challenged, tilting her head.

Clark hesitated, but the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"Clingy. I just—" He groaned, running a hand down his face. "I need space, Y/n."

Silence.

And then, something in her head shifted.

Y/n quickly wiped the tears off her face. The anger in her eyes didn't die out, but something colder settled in. Y/n inhaled a sharp breath and took a small step back.

Clark immediately regretted it.

"Y/n, I—"

"Got it. I'm sorry." She said, voice almost detached.

Clark felt like the ground beneath him had just shifted. "Wait, I—"

But she didn't let him finish. She quickly turned to her heel and walked as fast away as she could.

And Clark did nothing but watch her disappear from his sight.

For the first time in what felt like weeks, Clark actually got some rest. Deep, uninterrupted sleep. His body had needed it. His mind had been craving it. But the moment he opened his eyes, the argument last night was the first thing that crossed his mind.

Clark exhaled slowly, sitting up on the worn-out couch in the loft, running a frustrated hand on his hair. The barn was eerily quiet in the morning light, but his thoughts weren't.

He told himself over and over that it was probably for the best that Y/n was leaving him alone. That's what he wanted, right? He had been overwhelmed by Smallville's never-ending chaos, by his responsibilities, by the weight of everything he was trying to juggle. He just needed time to breathe, to think, to clear out his mind. And Y/n, for the first time, was giving it to him.

So why does it feel so wrong?

He shook the thought away, forcing himself to focus on the present. He had farm chores to do, and things he needed to take care of. He'd see Y/n later. He'd apologize after everything was settled down.

Except... he never got the chance. Because Y/n was nowhere.

She had stayed at Chloe's house for tonight. The next morning, she was out with her parents for the entire day. The day after that? She was doing something, somewhere, but Clark had no idea what. And the next day, and the next.

And suddenly, Clark had realized— he had no clue what she was doing at any moment.

For as long as he could remember, Y/n had always been there. She was in his messages before he could open his phone. She was calling him just to tell him something entirely random, or waiting for him at the Torch, or showing up at the loft with snacks. She was always present. But now? Nothing.

Clark had caught himself glancing at his phone every few minutes, waiting for a text that didn't come. His inbox was empty of her usual good morning and good night messages. No texts about her breakfast. No updates about her cat. No sudden burst of excitement at whatever TV show she was obsessing over.

Clark had shook it off, telling himself that it was fine. This is what he asked for and he should be grateful for it.

But the lack of her presence left a void in his heart. He missed her voice. He missed the way she would randomly call him in the middle of the day, just to tell him the most insignificant details of her afternoon. He missed her rants about school, her dramatic complaints about the people that pisses her off, and the way she would text him just because she thought about him.

Clark found himself staring at his phone, scrolling through their old messages, re-reading conversations he had taken for granted. He hovered over her contact, debating whether he should call first.

But he didn't.

Clark didn't remember running to Y/n's house. He didn't even realize that his feet had taken him there until he was standing beneath her bedroom window, hands shaking, heart pounding violently against his chest.

He had fought off yet another creature, saving Smallville again, but for once, Clark didn't feel like a hero.

For the past week, Clark had endured every kind of physical battle ever imagined— facing off against meteor freaks, barely dodging blows that could've shattered his bones, and throwing himself into danger with no hesitation. But none of those compared to losing Y/n. Nothing could've even come close to that.

His hands gripped the windowsills, knuckles turning white. He had climbed through this window a hundred times, sneaking into her room when he wanted to escape and when he wanted to see her. It had always felt so easy, so natural. But tonight, his knees felt weak.

Still, he climbed inside, landing on the floor, breath uneven as his eyes found her. She was curled up in her bed, her hair splayed over the pillows as she was reading one of the books Chloe had recommended. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated her features and Clark thought she was beautiful. Heavenly.

Y/n looked at him with a cold stare, sitting upright before setting the book down on her nightstand. She didn't say anything. She didn't rush into his arms. She didn't scold him for going through her windows like he always did.

"Why are you here?"

Clark took a step forward, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. "I wanted to talk."

Silence.

She just stared at him, head tilting to scan his face.

His heart clenched, his breath catching in his throat as his knees hit the edge of her bed. "Please," He begged, voice raw, and with pure desperation. "Please talk to me."

Y/n exhaled sharply, trying to toughen up as she could feel her resolve cracking. "What do you want me to say, Clark?"

"I— I miss you."

"You miss me?" She echoed, scoffing. "That's funny because a week ago, you called me clingy."

Clark's jaw clenched, regret tightening in his chest. "I was stupid. I thought— I thought I needed time to figure things out."

"For what, Clark? To decide if I was too much for you? That my love was overwhelming just because I wanted attention for my boyfriend who I haven't spent time much with for weeks?"

Clark opened his mouth, but the words died out his throat. Because deep down, he knew she was right.

Y/n looked away, angrily blinking away her tears. "I gave you space," She continued, voice quieter now. "I pulled away. I stopped texting, stopped calling, stopped clinging to you like you hated so much. Did it make you feel good now?"

"No," Clark immediately answered. "I hated it. I thought space was all I wanted. I thought it would make things easier. But it didn't." He took a hesitant step forward, reaching out, fingers trembling. "I missed you. I missed your texts. I missed your calls. I missed hearing about your day, about your cat, about your gossip with Chloe. I missed you— all of you."

"I thought you wanted to break up," Y/n admitted. "And I was ready to give it to you if it would make you feel any better—"

"No, no, no," Clark interrupted, immediately dropping to his knees beside her bed. He reached for her hand, grasping it gently as if she would slip away at any second. "Don't say that, baby, please."

Y/n stiffened. "Clark..."

"No," He pleaded, shaking his head. "Don't say it. Don't—" His breath hitched, squeezing her hands tighter. "Don't say we should end this. Don't say we should part ways. I can't—" His voice cracked, and suddenly, his vision blurred with tears. "I can't lose you."

"You hurt me, Clark."

"I know, baby, I know. And I'll spend forever making it up to you if you'll let me."

"I don't know if I can go back to how things were."

Clark exhaled shakily, hands reaching up to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek with such tenderness that Y/n shuddered under his touch. "Then let's start over. Let me love you better."

Y/n let out a choked laugh, shaking her head. "You're such a sap, Kent."

Clark smiled through the tears, relief flooding his chest. "Only for you."

A long beat of silence stretched between them, heavy with emotions too big to be put into words. And then, Clark leaned in, his lips brushing against hers— gentle at first, testing, waiting.

Y/n melted into the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him close.

Clark let out a desperate sound, his body pressing closer as if trying to mold himself into her as if trying to make up for every second they had been apart.

The kiss deepened— slow, intoxicating, filled with longing. Clark’s hands trembled as they slid down her back, holding her so close it almost hurt.

“I love you,” Clark whispered, lips hovering over hers.

"You better.”

And then she pulled him down again, her lips claiming his, her body pressing into him, her hands gripping him like he was the one who had been missing her all along.

Clark let out a breathless laugh between kisses, his heart feeling whole again for the first time in days.

Maybe he had been strong enough to fight monsters, to save a town, to lift things heavier than any man could imagine.

But when it came to Y/N?

She was the only one who could bring him to his knees.

©kjhbsies

[cutebat]

You know what, fuck it. I'm going to write my own neglectful yandere batfamily cause everyone else is doing it, but I'm going to do it in a different way.

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

Prologue (Diary Entry)

Warning(s): Mentions of yandere themes, neglect, emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, forcing to drop out, attempted guilt tripping, reader is just venting out her feelings

(I made this in the reader's POV to make the whole 'diary entry' thing more sense.)

~~~~~

July 22, 2024

It's funny when someone tells their story.

Only to be told back that it's unrealistic.

Almost as if they're afraid to believe it's real...

Oh, God, that sounded dark.

~~~~~

For everyone who doesn't know,

Bruce is a billionaire who's also a shitty dad

Dick is a dick, like actually

Jason uses his trauma to let all his frustrations on me

Tim is a delusional bitch

Cass was okay until she knocked me to the ground

Damian is just a thing who you want to burn to ashes

Alfred... I guess is just Alfred

~~~~~

I was basically raised as what people would call a 'black sheep'. Kind of like... actually, I don't need to explain all that.

Basically, I was adopted by the infamous Bruce Wayne when I was ten for whatever reason. After the first day of living with him and the family and giving me the new role of Batgirl, everyone just pretended as if I didn't exist.

I tried to interact with every one of them and all I got were "sorry, can't talk right now" and "can you shut up".

Like, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO THEM?!

Is it because I'm prettier than all of them and had barely any trauma in my past? Seriously, why are people so jealous about these kinds of things?

Bruce really signed all that paperwork for nothing.

Of course, my little ten year old brain would think that if I tried to impress all of them with what I could do, maybe I could gain their attention.

So by the time I was twelve with my ten year old mindset goal in my head, I did nine different after school activities, won over fifteen awards for my achievements, and went out to patrol at least six nights a week.

And none of that worked! Those fuckers wouldn't even spare me a glance!

~~~~~

After a while, you don't see a point in trying your best.

I dropped out of most of the clubs I regret joining, I just laid back in my classes, and most of all...

I quit being Batgirl.

I didn't want to, but like I said, where's the point in that?

So with that, I just gave up on everything and just... stopped trying.

~~~~~

But then one year all of that almost changed?

For the first time ever, I found myself suddenly really pretty, and after a month I entered eighth grade, I was suddenly asked out by one guy, then two, and all the way up to ten!

It was like really cool!

The popular girls became my best friends, more guys would ask me out, and the teachers started pointing out that I was their favorite student, even the ones who weren't my teachers.

It felt like I was on top of everything. That I was special. The world is revolving around me.

Finally, I was in a place to build a great reputation.

And then life was like FUCK THAT!

~~~~~

After the first semester of eighth grade, Bruce was weirdly in my room and he said wanted to have a 'talk' with me.

So, during this talk, he was basically talking about the last three years of me being neglected by him and his family. To be honest, I forgot everything he told me, but honestly, I don't really care.

He also told the others about all this and now they suddenly feel bad which I don't give a shit about. But, I knew he was doing all this to guilt trip me, which was honestly so stupid.

Now, after he dropped that bomb, he told me that I had to drop out of school to do some "bonding time" with the others along with him and the people who actually cared about me didn't really matter at all!

I JUST GOT SETTLED IN!

All I said was "FUCK YOU" and just stormed out of my room with the only thing that I took was my diary that I had for quite a while that I never used before.

~~~~~

So, yeah. I'm currently in the attic, venting my feelings all out on this stupid glitter diary with a random pen that I found on the ground.

But whatever.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters...

My life is just a game.

A sick, hopeless game.

[nerdy-novelist017]

Omg yay!! Ok obviously feel free to decline this since the subject matter could be rough for some people but, canon Benny’s reaction to what happened to Kathy was definitely my least fav part of the film and I need it to be rectified through fic🙏🏽. So could you write something about the aftermath of something like that happening to reader when her and Benny have been dating for a while? Im starved for caring and protective Benny unfortunately

Starve no more, anon ;) I have more protective Benny fics in the works! I made this one as a one shot to my Benny x Bunny series, hope that's okay! (This ISN'T the next part to Little Bunny! It's just a little one shot for after they're together ;) I'm working on getting the next part posted tonight!)

Word Count- 1.1k

Summary- Benny couldn't possibly want you after what almost happened, right?

TW- SA, 18+

*Please don't read if you are uncomfortable with the content!

Life Raft (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

Benny was going to be so upset with you.

Your hands shook from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You blinked and the tears burning your eyes threatened to spill over. Kathy’s hand rubbed the spot between your shoulder blades soothingly as she sat on the edge of the bed with you. Downstairs, you could hear the party wrapping up, Johnny and Funny Sonny trying to get everybody to leave. The party was over, too many bad things had happened for everyone to just pretend they didn’t see it, pretend they didn’t hear it.

You swallowed roughly, the events of the last hour still looping in your mind. The way his cold eyes raked over your body, the way he smiled sinisterly as you backed away. The course palm of his hand that wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the wall. His hot breath fanning across your mouth as his tongue invaded. His other hand going up your skirt, grazing the line of your panties. 

You squeezed your eyes shut at that part. You had screamed, but Benny wasn’t there. Kathy wasn’t there. Zipco wasn’t there. Brucie wasn’t there. You were alone with this man, prey to this predator. And who even was this man? You hadn’t seen him before, even though he wore the colors you had been so used to seeing almost every day. More chapters were popping up everywhere and with it, came new faces to the parties, meetings and picnics. Strangers, dangerously prowling through the club now, waiting for opportunities of solitude to attack.

You had only left the bonfire for a moment, telling Benny that you were going inside to grab a soda from the fridge. They only ever had beer coolers outside by the fire. You would only be gone for a moment. But a moment was all this animal needed as he stalked into the kitchen after you.

You were alone and that realization sent ice through your veins. This animal could do whatever he wanted, and you were powerless to stop it.

And then suddenly Johnny was there, grabbing this man and throwing him away from you. You were stuck against the wall, frozen in fear as you watched Wahoo and Corky jump into the fight as well. The two dragged the man out of the room, heading for the back door.

“Hey, kid, you okay?” Johnny asked, trying to make eye contact with your frantic gaze. He reached out slowly and pulled the hem of your dress back down to cover your trembling legs. “C’mon, let Kathy get you upstairs.”

You hadn’t even realized Kathy was there too now. She wrapped her arms around you, guiding you to the stairs. 

“B—Benny?” You tried to ask and Johnny nodded. 

“I’ll get him for ya,” he said, eyes empathetic.

That seemed to be hours ago. Or maybe it was only a few minutes. You weren’t sure; everything felt a little hazy. However long it was, Kathy never left your side, having planted herself next to you. You tried to say something to her, to thank her, but your throat was too dry and your mind too incoherent. You felt dirty and scared and you just wanted to go home. 

Benny was going to be so upset with you. 

Footsteps climbed the stairs and you stiffened at the sound. Benny appeared in the doorway and you wanted to sob. The man you wanted to run to, the man you wanted to hold you tight and carry you back to safety stood there, a dark expression on his face. With one look at Kathy, he dismissed her. She squeezed your arm gently. 

“I’ll be right downstairs if ya need me,” she promised softly and then she was gone. Benny closed the door behind her and a heavy silence filled the bedroom.

Your heart raced as he moved to stand at the dresser across from you. You could see the tension radiating from him and you swallowed back any kind of hope for him to love you still. 

“What happened?” he asked finally, his voice wavering with barely-controlled anger.

“I-I just wanted a pop. I just came in-inside and he—he . . . I couldn’t—couldn’t get away—” The words tumbled out of your mouth incoherently. 

“Which one?” 

You looked up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. “I—I don’t . . . Did Johnny not—”

“Johnny didn’t tell me who. Just told me . . .” His words died as he looked at the purple marks forming on your neck. His jaw clenched hard and he looked away from you. Your heart sunk at the action. He couldn’t even look at you anymore. He was so disgusted that he couldn’t even look at you. You could feel him slipping through your fingers and total desperation hit you like a wave. The ocean, you thought, that's what it felt like. You were lost in the middle of the ocean and a storm broke a nasty hole in your tiny ship. You were sinking, drowning in that vast, dark water.

The tears broke free from their dam and rolled down your cheeks as a sob caught in your throat. “I’m—I’m so sorry, B—Benny. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” He looked back at you but you couldn’t face his hard gaze. 

Looking down at your lap, you cried. “Please don’t be upset with m—me. I’m sorry.”

He crossed the distance between you, lowering himself to his knees before you. You squeezed your eyes shut to avoid his gaze, heart shattering in your chest.

His warm hands enveloped yours tightly. “Bunny.”

Please don’t leave me here to pick myself up, you wanted to say. Please don’t abandon me to this darkness, I'm already drowning. I'm still me. I'm still your girl.

“Bunny, look at me.” His voice was so soft, just barely above a whisper. 

You obeyed his gentle command. His face was inches below yours, eyes examining. Slowly, he lifted his hand and his fingertips ghosted over the bruises forming on your throat. His brows pinched together but his eyes were soft as they returned to yours. His fingers traveled over the curve of your jaw and up to swipe the heavy flow of tears from beneath your eyes.

“I could never be upset with you, Bunny," he whispered. “I could never.” 

Your hands came up to grip his wrists as if he were a life raft holding you afloat. His hands, you realized, were shaking slightly and you held even tighter, anchoring him to you. 

“I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with myself. Angry that I wasn’t there to protect you.” His voice wavered, tears rimming his beautiful blue eyes. “I promised to always protect you and I wasn’t there. I’m so sorry, Bunny. I’m so, so sorry.”

Words failed you, but you never needed them for Benny. You threw your arms around his neck, burying yourself into his chest. He reacted immediately, pulling you impossibly close as he moved to sit on the bed beside you. You cried, and he let you.

And when Johnny came to check on you, that’s how he found you: curled into your Benny's chest, his arms a protective shield from the rest of the world as he whispered into your ear, hands running gently through your hair. And Johnny knew that you’d be okay, because you had Benny. And Benny would be okay because Johnny and his boys had already taken care of the ex-Vandal who dared to lay a hand on their little bunny.

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[stevieschrodinger]

Eddie runs the second he gets a chance, face still wet with tears. The branches whip him and the brambles scratch him, but he doesn't stop. He runs from the trailer, from the strange man there who says he's Eddie's uncle.

Eddie doesn't like how he can feel the breeze on his shorn hair, misses the way it used to tickle his ears and cheeks; it should be flowing behind him as he runs. It's not his fault he shifted into an Alpha wolf; he'd screamed and screamed when they'd shaved his head, but his father could not have him nearby. He's a threat to the pack now. To the leadership. He calls everything into question; Eddie had to go. He had to go far away.

He finally slows, scenting the air. Something good here. Something nice. Something that calls to Eddie's wolf. Something that smells of awesome and amazing and forever. The scent trails through the trees, and Eddie follows it to where the scent grows thick, and falls through the trees onto a perfect lawn.

Steve hates the stubble on his head. Rubs it again. Can feel his exposed scalp burning in the sunshine. He doesn't understand; it's not his fault he hasn't shifted. It's not his fault he was born without the wolf. He's been shaved to shame him, and he swears from that moment on that when his hair grows back he's going to take such good care of it. He will show them, wolf or no wolf.

It's just not fair, Steve wipes his tears and snotty nose, and tries not to think about the look on his father's face, "Steven you have disgraced the bloodline of our pack."

The way he'd turned his back on Steve, left him alone. He had no wolf to comfort him. Steve sniffles again, then startles when a boy comes out of the tree line.

His head is shaved, just like Steve's. He's got tear tracks on his face; just like Steve.

"Hello," the boy tells him, approaching like he hasn't just walked onto private property, "we're going to be best friends."

Steve nods, he could use a friend right now, and takes the boys hand.

Eddie comes back. He promises he will and he does. He comes back every day for weeks over the summer. They watch films and build forts and climb trees and play in the pool and explore the woods and lie on the lawn in the sunshine and Eddie never, ever asks why Steve's been left alone in this big house, even though Steve's only seven years old.

It's the end of the summer when they get caught, and Richard Harrington gets Eddie by the scruff and snarls something about "the Munson runt."

Steve screams, tries to follow them, doesn't understand what's happening or why Eddie's being taken away.

Eddie snarls back at Richard Harrington, even as he hangs from his fist, and Steve's never seen anyone do that, not ever, not anyone in their pack would dare challenge the alpha.

Steve, suddenly realises that Eddie must have a wolf.

It's too late.

Steve has the best hair in all Hawkins. They don't call him Steve 'the hair' Harrington for nothing. He taps the table, bored. Patsy is twizzling her hair and making eyes at him and he wants to fast forward and get through to boring date and to the mediocre fuck so that he can kick this girl out and get a decent night's sleep.

He cuts her off - goes to the bar. He's going to need a stiff drink to get through this.

The shock of being pushed over makes him cry out, the pain in his neck makes him yell.

Steve blinks awake in a strange bedroom, the side of his neck is throbbing. His shirt is gone, but he's still wearing his pants. His shoes are on the floor next to the bed. He touches his neck cautiously - it's been bandaged.

He can't remember much. Just falling, and pain.

Someone screaming.

He leaves the room carefully, slowly, creeps along the hall, follows the sound of voices. Doesn't make it to the open doorway before someone's coming out to meet him, she has choppy ginger hair and a big smile, "hey, I'm Robin, you doing okay?"

"Steve...and I've been better," he says, following her into a room for of people. A rag tag bunch of teenagers, some younger then Steve, some his age, and a handful of adults, all his parents age or older.

"You must have questions," and older lady says kindly, "I'm Joyce."

"Yeah...where am I and what happened and then probably another fifty after that."

Next to him, Robin snorts.

"You might want to sit down honey," Steve does, "so, first things first. The big thing is that...werewolves exist. They're real. We all turn into wolves."

Steve blinks.

"You're taking this...well."

Clearly these people have no idea who he is, and now is not the time to reveal that, "I'm...in shock?" He tries, weakly.

There's a ripple of reaction through the room, a lot of muttering and elbows, no one's buying it.

"Hmmmm." Joyce looks speculative, never the less, they carry on, "Robin?"

"We were out. For drinks, you know," she gestures vaguely at the group, "and Eddie he just, he just fucking lost it, he-"

"Wait wait wait," Steve might not have a wolf, but he can't ignore his instincts, "Eddie? Munson?"

You could probably hear a pin drop.

All the memories of that summer hit Steve at once. He focuses on the last one, Eddie being dragged away. Eddie fighting to get back to him. "I need to see him."

"Kid, he bit you. He tried to mate you, you don't understand what that means. He attacked a human, there's rules-"

And Steve might be a runt, he might have been excluded from the pack for over a decade, but he still knows the punishment for attacking a human. Eddie's going to die, and Steve will not let that happen, "absolutely fucking not. I'm a Harrington, and Eddie is my mate."

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Pairing: Kunigami Rensuke x GN!Reader Synopsis: He left as a hero, and he returned cold and heartless. What adventures have made him like this? Would you still love him? Themes: angst, post-WC! Kunigami, set during Blue Lock's two-week break after their win against JP U-20 (chapters 150 - 153), reader is hopeful, Kunigami lost all humanity, established relationship, if you squint a little it's kinda like Epic's OdyPen lmao Author's Note: Epic The Ithaca Saga is ruining my brain chemistry. A mutual and fellow writer already created something like this but I wanna put my own twist on this hehe!

@thebestsetter ✨

Kunigami Rensuke was a hero before he became yours.

He always believed in goodness, helping everyone else, and acting like a big brother to those who needed his guidance. It's no wonder his morals bleed through his play on the field. To win each game fair and square while he showcases his skills. Watching how he turned into a knight in shining armor every time he stepped onto the field, defending his team from the enemy and scoring his goals was mesmerizing.

So, when he was invited to the Blue Lock Program, you weren't so surprised.

"How long will you be there?" you asked him once while you were on his bed, watching him go back and forth around his room, packing a small duffle bag of the things he might need in the facility. "That's something I can't answer right now, love," he replied, "it's something they never clarified in the letter. But let's say 2 or 3 months, give or take."

"Take care of yourself in there, okay? Show them the hero that you are," you reminded him, smiling up softly as he zipped the bag close. He was ready. Ready to face a new adventure, new challenges, and new foes and allies. You can feel the excitement radiating from him. "I will. Then when this is all over, I'm coming home to you with stories from my training."

"You're not leaving me behind, are you?" you teased, reaching for his hand. On his ring finger was a promise ring, the same one you wore. A symbol of his love for you and his promise to marry you. Your fingers gingerly held on to his ring, feeling the rough metal against your skin. "I will never. I'll always take you with me, remember? I'll be back before you know it."

3 days later, he left with a kiss, a promise, and a vision of him taking over the world with his aspirations.

A few weeks in, you received a call from him, happy and excited to talk to you. He told you about the things he's learned, the friends he's gained, and the foes he's made. He spoke about an Isagi, a Chigiri, and a Bachira, and how these people made him feel stronger with how they all blended on the field. You were proud to hear him grow and find friends.

"How did you get your phone anyway? I thought the letter said phones aren't allowed?" You asked him.

"We were given a star system where goals are exchanged for points that we can use for different privileges," Kunigami explained, "I exchanged my first goal for steak, and shared that with Isagi. Now, I exchanged two of my goals for my phone so I can talk to you."

Always so considerate. Your hero never changed despite the changes he's experienced in Blue Lock. With every point he earned, he'd always exchange it for phone time to call you and tell you about his adventures.

Suddenly, the calls stopped.

You're sure Kunigami wasn't the type to never make a goal. Was he getting into harder challenges in there? No matter how hard it was, you knew your hero would never back down.

Right?

It worried you. You kept looking at your phone, waiting for a call. You kept replaying your conversation weeks ago about a possible second selection and how it would play out, and you worried it was even more challenging than the team matches. Would he get out of it alive? Triumphant? Of course! Since when did you start doubting your hero?

You began to twist your ring, anxious about Kunigami as the days went by, each one feeling longer than the last. It's making you sick. He was never the type to just disappear without saying anything.

The announcement of an exhibition game with Japan U-20 made you feel hopeful again. Knowing your hero, he would be part of the starting 11. You saved enough for the tickets for you and your sibling to watch him play live. You were excited about what skill he gained in Blue Lock, and if he improved to be the best version of himself.

But why wasn't he there?

You know Isagi was there... Chigiri... Bachira... but where was he? Where's your hero?

The win was a blur. How can you even cheer for his team when he isn't there? It's impossible that he's benched too. Kunigami was never the type to warm the bench for the whole game. You wanted to ask Isagi... Maybe Chigiri because Kunigami has talked about him the most. Bachira might know too. But it's impossible to reach them, especially with how they disappeared into the building after the game.

"Where are you?" you whispered into the empty stadium.

Maybe it's time to let go. No. Kunigami made it clear that you would never let go. You'll wait for him to call. You'll wait for him to send you some kind of sign. Anything. Letting go is never the answer, he would say if he's beside you. So, with every passing day after the match, you never went anywhere without your phone, hoping soon he'd call.

How cruel must fate be that the only time you let your guard down was on the day he decided to show up?

Your mother opened the door for him, a gasp leaving her lips. She led him to your door and left him to talk to you. From the outside, Kunigami tensed as he wrapped his large hand around your doorknob, hearing your voice spilling out as he opened it slowly. And for a moment, Kunigami would like to believe nothing has changed. For a moment, all he could see was the light he held on to.

There you were, sitting on your desk as you studied with headphones on, singing one of the songs from the playlist he created for both of you to listen to. Clearly, in your little world, you didn't hear Kunigami enter and close your door behind him. Kunigami sighed, and then he opened his lips to say your name.

Oh, it felt like a lifetime since he spoke your name. Kunigami felt a piece of him remembering what it was like to say your name the first time he met you.

"Y/n."

No answer.

"Y/n," he said once more, a little louder. He saw you perk up a little.

You don't know if you're just imagining things or if Kunigami's voice sounded nearer than how you'd usually imagine it on the days you missed him. And then...

"Y/n."

You removed your headphones, standing up so quickly that your chair toppled over and fell to the floor with a thud. In front of you right now was your hero, the man you waited to return. You held your breath for a moment as you took a good look at him. He looks... he looks...

Tired. His build was bigger, but he looked tired. His hair was a thick mop of messy orange, his eyes...

"Rensuke?" You spoke with caution, "Is it you?"

Kunigami felt like he could fall to his knees the moment you spoke. But he wouldn’t allow himself to do so. You stepped away from your desk to walk to him, holding out your hands to touch him, that this wasn't a dream. He was cold, his cheeks, at least.

That was enough to break you. You embraced him, crying and grateful that your hero had returned. "You're back," you sobbed softly, "my Rensuke, you're back to me." You felt him lift his hands, but instead of embracing you, he gripped your shoulders and pulled you away from him. "Y/n," he spoke, his voice ragged but soft, "I'm not entirely back."

"W-what do you mean?" you asked, your teary eyes, wide and confused, looking up to meet his dull orange eyes. This was the first time you've seen him so lifeless. What the hell happened?

"I'm not the Rensuke you once knew. That version of me is gone."

"What?"

"I'm not the hero I promised you to be."

"What... I-I don't understand. What happened, my love?"

Rensuke looked at you with a slight hint of vulnerability. He must not show weakness. It was drilled into him that he'll be ruthless, he'll become irrational if it means becoming the best that the world will see. But with the sight of you, it felt impossible. "They... changed me. I'm not the hero we both envisioned to be. I... I had to become cruel and let go of my beliefs... The Rensuke you fell for because he believed in doing the right thing fair and square is dead.

"That's why I decided you can no longer love me, Y/n. Because I can't."

You're not hearing this, right? Yet, he sounded so sure. His voice was firm, the same one he would use on his teammates.

"Who are you to decide that?" you asked calmly, reaching for his hand again. Your gaze lowered to his hand, callused and tired, yet the ring was still there. A little worn out than the last time you saw it, but he's still wearing it. Your fingers worked on twisting the ring off his finger, causing him to tense up.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a hint of panic in his voice. You looked up at him with determined eyes. "You once told me when you got these rings for us that if we no longer love the other, we should remove our rings.

"I'm removing yours for you, Ren."

The ring was almost off his finger when he suddenly closed his hand. You looked up at him, and there he was, the Rensuke you fell in love with. "Don't, please..."

"But you said you can no longer love me," you reasoned, still holding his hand. Rensuke stared at you, his walls slowly breaking down at the reality of what he just told you. A stupid, stupid decision because he can't stop loving you.

The whole time he was in the Wildcard Project, the only thing that made him hold on to the little humanity he had in him was the promise of forever in your arms when he returned. The ring on his finger comforted him on nights when he almost gave up because his dream of becoming the best came from you. He promised he'd bring you with him and that he'd come back to you. So, he persevered and came out triumphant... but at what cost?

"How could you even love a cold-hearted man, my love?" he asked, his voice now a mere whisper, slightly cracking, "I have nothing left in me but the drive to win. I am no longer the warm man you want to be with for the rest of my life. I did all I could inside that facility for us to reach our dream, but they drained me. How can you still love me if I have nothing to give you any more?"

"I would still love you because no matter what, you're mine. You're my Rensuke, the man who made me believe that love as pure as yours exists in this world," you replied, "I don't care how much you've lost in there. As long as you return in my arms, I know a part of you that loves me and believes in us is still in there. I know you're still in there, Ren."

And with that, Rensuke broke down in tears in your arms. The place he had always longed for in the days he felt so alone. The warmth that he always yearned for in the coldest and loneliest nights. He's home. He's here.

"If you didn't care about me, you should've removed your ring a long time ago," you added, "but the symbol of your love for me is still there. A little worn, but I know you still have love for me.

"I've waited for you to return. This is all that matters now."

"I love you," Rensuke said between his tired sobs, his orange eyes sparkling with a little bit of life. He's still in there, the hero you loved is still in there.

"And I love you."

[httpvomitello]

your writing is amazing! Do you mind if I make a request?

So, reader and the guys are already in a relationship and have been for a good few years now, but one day, reader stops answering phone calls and texts for afew days. Worried, the guys come to their apartment to find them throwing up with a positive pregnancy test on the side of the sink, only to find out reader is absolutely terrified of their reaction. How would they react?

No pressure whatsoever to do this ask, I still love your writing! Have a good day

Awwn, reading such nice comments makes me very happy. Hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Leo was used to you being independent. He admired that about you

How you handled your life and problems with confidence

But after two days of silence, unanswered calls, and no texts, his patience wore thin

He’d tried to convince himself that you just needed space, but as a third day passed without a single word, he couldn’t wait any longer

Leo made his way to your apartment, a knot of anxiety twisting in his gut

He didn’t want to overreact, but something about the silence felt wrong

You never went off the grid like this

He knocked on your window gently at first. “(Y/N)?” he called out

When there was no response, he knocked harder

Still nothing

He pressed his ear to the window, listening for any sound inside, and when he heard a faint noise, like retching, his heart leapt into his throat

He hurried through the apartment, following the sounds from the bathroom

Pushing the door open, he found you hunched over the toilet, pale and trembling

“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, rushing over to you

As Leo knelt beside you, his eyes caught something on the sink: a small, plastic stick with two pink lines

A Pregnancy Test

His breath caught in his throat as he slowly realized what it meant. “Oh… oh no…”

You glanced up at him, tears brimming in your eyes. “Leo… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you said, your voice cracking. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m so scared…”

Leo’s heart broke seeing you like this

He knelt beside you, placing a steady hand on your back, his touch firm but gentle. “(Y/N)...” he called softly. “You don’t have to do this alone. I'm here now, my love.”

Despite the panic rising in his chest, Leo kept his voice steady

He couldn’t let his own fear show, not now

You needed him, and he wasn’t going to let you face this without him.

Raph hated waiting

When you stopped answering his texts, he tried to play it cool, telling himself you’d get back to him when you could

But as the hours turned into days, his patience evaporated

By day three, he was convinced something was wrong

He wasn’t one to sit back when the people he cared about were in trouble, so he took matters into his own hands

Raph stomped over to your apartment, his mind racing. What if something bad happened to you? What if you were hurt? His thoughts spiraled into worst-case scenarios as he banged on your door

“(Y/N)!” he called, his voice rough with worry

When there was no response, he didn’t hesitate

He forced the door open and stormed inside, searching for any sign of you

The faint sound of you throwing up in the bathroom was all he needed to hear before he rushed in

He found you crouched over the toilet, your body shaking as you threw up

His heart dropped at the sight, but before he could say anything, his eyes landed on the small plastic stick on the sink

His whole world seemed to tilt for a second as he processed what it was

“Babe…” he muttered, his voice suddenly soft. “Is that what I think it is?”

You turned to look at him, tears rolling down your cheeks as you nodded. “I didn’t know how to tell you...” you whispered

Raph felt his chest tighten as he knelt down beside you

He wasn’t good with emotions, but seeing you so vulnerable made something click inside him

He gently pulled you into his arms, his touch tender

“Hey, don’t cry,” he murmured. “We’ll figure this out. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You ain’t gotta do this alone, okay?”

Donnie was practical, rational

He didn’t panic easily, but after three days of unanswered texts and no response to his calls, even he started to worry

He ran through every logical explanation in his mind

Maybe you were busy, maybe your phone died, but none of it sat right with him

His concern finally pushed him to action

He made his way to your apartment, his heart racing with a mix of worry and curiosity

When he knocked on your door, there was no answer

He called your name softly, but the silence that greeted him made his stomach twist

He let himself in, hoping to find you safe and well

But when he heard the sound of you crying in the bathroom, his concern shot through the roof

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Donnie’s voice was filled with worry as he rushed into the bathroom

There you were, hunched over the toilet, pale and shaky

Before he could even reach out to help, his eyes fell on a small object sitting on the sink

A positive pregnancy test

His brain momentarily short-circuited as he stared at it, trying to process what it meant. “Are you…?” He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper

You turned your tear-filled eyes to him, your voice trembling. “I’m pregnant, Donnie… and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Donnie’s mind tried to piece it all together, but nothing in his years of scientific training had prepared him for this

He never thought something like this would be possible to happen

He swallowed hard, moving closer to you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder

“You don’t have to be scared,” he said softly. “We will do our best to take care of this baby. ”

Mikey wasn’t usually the type to worry

He tried to keep things light, stay positive

But when you stopped answering his texts, he couldn’t help but feel like something was off

Five days without a word from you? That wasn’t like you at all

At first, he sent funny memes and jokes, hoping to get a response, but when nothing came back, his anxiety bubbled up

He didn’t waste any more time, he went straight to your house to make sure everything was okay

When he knocked on your window, there was no answer, so he let himself in, calling out for you. “Babe? Where you at?

But there was no response

The sound of you in the bathroom was all he needed to hear

“Angelcakes? You okay?” he asked as he peeked into the bathroom, only to find you hunched over the toilet

Mikey rushed to your side, worry etched all over his face

But then he saw it, the positive pregnancy test sitting on the sink

His eyes widened, and his brain struggled to catch up. “Wait… are you…?”

You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I’m so scared, Mikey....”

Mikey’s heart practically broke at the sight of you so scared and vulnerable

Without missing a beat, he knelt beside you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly

“Babe, you don’t have to be scared,” he said, his voice full of warmth and reassurance. “We got this. We’re gonna be the best parents ever, I promise!”

His infectious optimism made you feel just a little bit better, and even though you were still scared, you couldn’t help but smile through your tears. “Really?”

“Really,” he grinned. “I’m gonna teach our little dude... uh, or dudette, all my best moves!”

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the vampire royals and their doll Part 11

Series masterlist

Ateez Seonghwa x Hongjoong x reader

Genres and warnings: vampire matz, human reader, poly relationships, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, mature language, talk about blood (nothing major), best friend yeosang

Word count: 2.3k

Your vampire boyfriends make sure you're okay after the turbulent evening you had after finding out their secret

There was a time where you thought you'd end up alone for the rest of your life.

Your family didn't particularly like you, you never managed to stay in a normal relationship, and you had only one friend who would surely find himself someone he loved and move on from you.

Luckily, the same friend stayed and loved you even more, you managed to wiggle your way out of the horrible home you were living in and start your own business, and you found someone for yourself.

Well, two people to be exact.

One of which was currently running his fingers through your hair while you sleepily gazed up at him.

"Good morning, my darling."

Waking up and looking at a smiling Seonghwa was something you'd like to experience many more times in your life.

Wait... Morning?

You looked out the window behind you and saw the sun shining brightly through the curtains. Your eyes fell back on Seonghwa, and you noticed how he kept a comfortable distance from you on the bed, only keeping his hand tangled in your locks.

"When did I fall asleep? Everything is so fuzzy..."

You snuggled deeper into the pillows, closing your eyes again. Seonghwa chuckled, continuing to stroke your hair.

"You were pretty tired yesterday, basically fell into the bed as soon as you opened the door. I wanted to go but... You asked me to stay... I can leave now, if you want."

His tone was quite sad, so you reached over to pat the hand that was working its magic on your scalp.

"No need. I wanted you here last night, I want you here right now as well. Thank you for staying."

"No need to thank me. I'll always stay when you need me."

Without another word, you snuggled into his side, wrapping one arm around his waist. The shivers you felt couldn't be stopped, because as much as you didn't like it, Hwa's skin was ice cold. He noticed how you tried to huddle into yourself, and he sighed.

"I'm sorry I can't keep you warm, my darling. Here, I'll tuck you in some more."

"Hwa... It's okay. I'm used to it by now, and I don't mind. Just... Throw on an extra blanket, I won't feel it that way."

He smiled, doing exactly as you said. You glanced at the window again, wondering what time it was. You asked Seonghwa, but he stayed silent.

"Seonghwa? What's wrong? Oh God, I didn't oversleep? Who's going to open up the shop?"

You wanted to jump up and detangle yourself from him, but he didn't let you.

"I may have... Done something. Hongjoong and I wanted you to rest as much as possible, so..."

He kind of looked guilty, so you urged him to continue.

"He stopped by about two hours ago and I gave him your keys. The shop is open, so don't worry. He's taken care of everything."

You looked up at him, noticing how nervous he suddenly got. It was clear he was worried about your reaction, because your shop was everything to you. For some reason, you didn't feel angry. The boys went out of their way to make sure you were rested, and your business went on as usual.

"Hey, I'm not mad, relax. I'm thankful, if anything. He didn't have to do that... Come on, let's get up and go to him, he must be lonely without us."

Seonghwa relaxed visibly, glad you weren't mad about Hongjoong opening up instead of you. He nodded, getting up from the bed and helping you as well.

"I'll let you get ready while I whip up some breakfast. No! I don't want to hear any protests! You didn't get a chance to eat last night, you must be starving."

He didn't give you a chance to stop him because he was gone before you even opened your mouth.

The only thing you could do was laugh. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

There was a handsome, immortal man in your small kitchen frying you some eggs, another one was in your store, making sure the day started without a hitch, and you... You were beyond thankful for them.

Maybe you will need some time to adjust to the fact that they drink blood to stay alive, but they were still the same two men you fell in love with.

You just have to let them know and ease their worries for good. You also have to talk to Yeosang and Wooyoung, and apologize for your behaviour from last night.

Well, today seemed like a good day to do all of that, so you got ready with a little bit of a pep in your step. You even put a bit more effort in your outfit and makeup, deciding to wear brighter tones than usual.

"Darling, come eat before it gets cold!"

"Coming!"

You shouted back, adjusting the bracelet the two men gifted you. Caressing it slightly, you smiled at the memory of them gifting it to you.

"Darl- Oh! Look at you! Don't you look like a doll!"

"Really?" You twirled around, practically gliding towards Seognhwa and launching yourself into his embrace. He twirled you around, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

"My beautiful doll. You should let me dress you up in my favourite vintage pieces, we would have so much fun!"

"That does sound like a good time. Let's do it soon!"

The both of you laughed, and you quickly ate your breakfast before leaving your apartment and heading towards the store.

Seonghwa's car was parked near your building, and he settled you in before getting into the driver's seat.

"I texted Hongjoong, he can't wait to see you. He's a bit jealous though, so be prepared for him to corrupt you once we get there."

You chuckled, reaching over and taking his outstretched hand in yours.

"Oh, I see. Well, I can't wait to see him and resolve all of this. I just want everything to go back to normal."

He kissed your hand and nodded.

"I know baby doll, everything's going to be okay."

You spent the rest of the ride chatting away as you usually did, and you were glad there wasn't any tension in the air anymore. As soon as your store came into view, your heartbeat sped up, and Seonghwa noticed.

"Don't be nervous, darling. Come, I can tell he's getting impatient."

You looked at him in confusion as you exited the car together.

"How can you tell?"

"Oh, after a couple of centuries together, you just feel those things."

Seonghwa laughed at your amazed expression, and he gestured for you to go inside first.

You didn't even get the chance to put a foot inside before strong arms were wrapped around you.

"My love... Oh how I've missed you."

"You saw me yesterday, Hongjoong."

He chuckled, squeezing you even tighter to his chest. You let yourself relax in his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his slim waist.

"Doll... Are we... Is everything..."

"We're okay. Don't worry, we'll figure everything out, together. I... I love you and Hwa, you know that?"

Hongjoong pulled away to look at your face, glancing behind at his husband. It seemed like something clicked inside his head, and he opened his mouth in shock.

"You told her! We were supposed to do it together!"

He pointed a finger at Seonghwa, but the other man only laughed in response.

"I can't believe he told you!" He huffed, pushing his head into your shoulder.

"It's okay, Joongie. I know you probably wanted to be there, but it doesn't matter. As long as we know we love each other, it's not important who said it first, right?"

He glanced at his husband, noticing how he started at the two of you with so much adoration, his own cold heart almost melted.

Hongjoong sighed, placing a kiss on your neck before detaching himself from you.

"I suppose you're right, as always my doll."

You smiled up at him, lightly caressing his cheek with your fingers. It was still your Hongjoong, as it was your Seonghwa, only with superpowers, you suppose.

Before you could ask them something silly about their abilities, another voice interrupted you.

"Do I get a hug as well? I missed my best friend, you know."

You froze, looking around Hongjoong's shoulder at your grinning dork of a friend. Yeosang was sitting on one of the sofas, a cup of steaming tea in his hand. He put down the cup, making his way towards you.

It didn't take long for you to run into his open arms as well, squeezing him as if he would disappear.

"I'm sorry I was so rude to you and Wooyoung yesterday. I feel so bad... You were only trying to help."

"Hey now, it's okay. We know you were overwhelmed, and frankly, Wooyoung wasn't of any help."

The two of you giggled, and you let go of him to look around the room. The room filled with people who loved you, and who you loved back just as much.

"What are you doing here Sangie?"

"Well... I came to see you, but imagine my surprise when I found Hongjoong here instead. He's been doing a good job since this morning, don't worry. You could hire him as an assistant."

Hongjoong chuckled, feeling embarrassed all of the sudden. You smiled at him, motioning for your two boyfriends to come and sit with you and Yeosang.

The four of you chatted about random things for a while before Yeosang stood up to leave.

"Hey, Yeosang." Seonghwa said.

"Yes?" He answered.

"Tell Wooyoung to stop by with you sometime, we really want to have a chat with him."

The two vampires smirked, and Yeosang was confused for a second before remembering the conversation he had with his boyfriend.

"You're not going to do anything to him, right?" He was apprehensive, but you quickly went to his side to calm him.

"No, they won't. They just want to mess with him a bit. Right boys?"

You glanced at your boyfriends, the look in your eyes telling them to behave. Hongjoong smiled, looking at Seognhwa before turning towards Yeosang.

"Oh, don't worry. We won't do anything to him. Honest word."

Yeosang nodded, and you could tell he felt relieved.

"Then I'll tell him the two of you said hi. He'll probably get paranoid, but I agree it's fun to mess with him sometimes. I love that man, but he gives me migraines. Silly Wooyoung..."

The three of you said goodbye to Yeosang, and you were finally alone with them. There was no more tension in the air, and it felt like everything was starting to get back to normal.

"So... How is this going to work now?" You asked no one in particular. Seonghwa was the first to reach over and wrap an arm around you.

"Same as it did before you found out. Maybe we'll even be more... Possessive, you might say. There is no point in hiding our true desire towards you. Not that we did it anyway, but you'll see how a vampire loves now, darling."

His grip tightened, and you didn't even realise Hongjoong made his way over and wrapped his arm around you from the other side. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Our true... Hunger will be more prominent now, doll. Vampires love to worship their precious possessions. And you, my love, are ours."

He nuzzled his face into your neck, placing light kisses as he explored. Seonghwa did the same, but he was more careful than Hongjoong. It probably had to do something with his control over his bloodlust, as Wooyoung mentioned the night before.

You were now in a vulnerable position, but for some reason, you didn't feel scared. Most of all, you felt incredibly aroused by their admissions.

They could probably tell by the way you let yourself go completely, running your fingers through their hair.

"So... Why don't we give that dinner date at your house another go? I promise I won't grate any more cheese."

Seognhwa stiffened for a second, but you were quick to assure him you were completely fine.

"Hwa, it's okay. I trust you, remember? I know you won't hurt me intentionally, ever."

He sighed, slightly pulling away from you.

"I know, darling. But you saw how I can get... I'm ashamed of my actions, truly. Maybe you and Hongjoong could... Maybe I should..."

"Hey, hey." You turned towards him and grabbed his face with your palms, squeezing his cheeks.

"No more of that, understood? There is no Hongjoong and I without you, is that right Joongie?"

"Absolutely. It's the three of us, or nothing. We'll be more careful from now on, my star. Everything will be just fine."

Seonghwa felt better after the reassuring words from you and his husband. He was thankful to have people around him who loved him so much, and accepted him for who he was.

"If... If you say so. I can't imagine my life without the two of you in it, you know? I think Hongjoong will agree with me, but we always felt like something important was missing. We love each other, God, it's insane how much, but you... You made us feel complete."

Hongjoong nodded, reaching over to grab both of you.

"Everything Hwa is saying is true. You're the last piece of our puzzle, Y/N. You're it for us."

He placed a kiss on Seonghwa's lips before turning towards you. Hongjoong didn't want to push his luck after last night, but you nodded to encourage him. Relieved, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips as well. You turned towards Seonghwa, and he did the same.

"Then... Let's restart our date tonight. Now that I know the truth, we'll just be more careful, okay? How does that sound?"

You looked at them, seeing how they smiled at you. Hongjoong nodded, and Seonghwa placed his hand on your cheek.

"I think that sounds perfect, my darling."

.

.

[mrsshabana]

Okay I’ve got an idea for you

Soulmate Tattoo AU but Gyutaro never had one as a human and it only develops some time after he became a demon.

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐮 ♡ 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒰୨୧ ・Content Gyutaro x female!reader, canon-ish, soulmate au, fluff, angst ꒰୨୧ ・Note I've been meaning to answer this ask for so long! Honestly I wish I could write an entire fic about this but I had to stop myself. I've always wanted to write for a soulmate au so if you want to see more don't hesitate to ask! ♡ (Also I've never written for a soulmate au before so I'm sorry if I did it wrong)

It all happened so fast.

Just a moment ago you were walking home from the night market. And now you find yourself pinned to the ground in a dark alleyway fighting for your life. Some monster grabbing at you, trying to make you his next meal.

He's unlike anything you've ever seen before, but it doesn't take long for you to deduce that he's a demon. You've only heard people tell stories of them, but you never would have imagined they were real.

His large hand wraps around your mouth so you can't scream.

"Pathetic," he snarls, "Just going to let me kill you without putting up a fight?"

You try to kick and scream but you're powerless against him. His lips curl into a sadistic smile. A deep, hyena-like laugh comes from his throat.

"You're so disgraceful, I almost feel bad for you!"

For a split second, he's too busy antagonizing you to notice that you're wiggling out of his grasp. "Fuck you!" you hiss, kicking his groin and desperately crawling away.

Immediately the demon hunches over and groans in pain, "You... bitch..."

Unfortunately, the blow doesn't do as much damage as it would a human, and he's recovered quicker than you expected. You were only able to get a few feet away before he grabbed your ankle.

"You'll pay for th-" he stops mid-sentence and stares at the spot above your ankle.

An intricate pattern lies there, one that you were born with. It looks like a random splotch of ink at first glance, but when you look closer it resembles the shape of a heart.

The demon gulps audibly, suddenly the entire aura around him shifting. Without an explanation, he gets on one knee and pulls up the hem of his pants to reveal a mark that looks identical to yours.

"You... You're my soulmate," you whisper in disbelief.

The demon's hand begins to tremble as he keeps a firm grip on your ankle. "It-it can't be..."

"P-Please, maybe we-"

"Shut it!" he snaps, his teeth getting dangerously close to your face, "I don't care who you are! You're gonna be my next meal!"

He pulls out a weapon you didn't notice he had. It looks strange, like something you've never seen before.

With a look of amusement on his face, he swipes the blade of the weapon across your throat.

But nothing happens.

"...what?" he frowns and presses the blade harder against your neck. But it won't cut your skin.

It really must be true then. This demon is your soulmate, and lucky for you soulmates can't bring harm to each other.

You always heard about soulmate tattoos and how you were destined to find that special person one day. But a demon? Really? Sure, he's pretty cute but he's still a demon!

However, you're honestly just happy to be alive. At least now you don't have to worry about the demon that lurks around the entertainment district making you his dinner.

Meanwhile, your soulmate stares at you with wide eyes, hurriedly stepping away from you as if he's disgusted by you.

"Wait! Please don't go," you reach out to him, "Maybe we can work something out..."

"Tsk, I want nothing to do with you. I don't need a soulmate," he snarls, looking you up and down one last time before disappearing into the night.

You stay in that spot longer than you should, hoping he would return.

Of course, you know that demons are dangerous, but a part of you can't help but feel some kind of unconditional love for him. He is your soulmate after all.

But after some time passes you give up on love. The demon never comes back so you figure there's no point in even trying to find love in the future. If your destined soulmate doesn't even want you, then why would anyone else?

As weeks pass you go on with your life and try to forget about the demon. You're pretty sure he's long forgotten about you, but you couldn't be further from the truth. He's just been really good at hiding it.

Gyutaro hasn't been able to stop thinking about you ever since that night.

He went his entire life convinced that he was unloveable. But then suddenly this gorgeous human shows up on a silver platter just for him. It was a lot to process in the moment, but as time passed he couldn't help but sprout feelings for you. Especially after he stalked you and got to see how cute you are.

It started with him following your scent around the district, finding out where you lived, stealing your mail to get all of your personal information, and then breaking into your home while you slept.

Sure, maybe it's a bit creepy and weird but he's a demon! He has no morals at this point.

When he was a human, soulmates were the least of his worries. He was too busy scrounging for food and trying to survive to care. There were plenty of marks on his body, but none of them were the mark of a soulmate. The one on his ankle only appeared years after he became a demon. But honestly, the thought that this mark was actually the mark of a soulmate never crossed his mind. He always believed that a soulmate was never in the cards for him.

Normally he would never catch feelings for anyone, let alone a human. But when he met you it was like a switch flipped inside of him and he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

And now, as he spends more and more time around you he begins to get careless. His feelings start to get stronger and overpower his rational thoughts. This whole time he's told himself that he'll never let you see him and he'll always just admire you when you're asleep. But the urge to touch you starts to get too strong. Oh, what he wouldn't give to feel your skin under his fingertips. To just hold you in his arms if only for a few seconds.

As he stands above your bed, looking down at you as you sleep blissfully unaware, he can't stop himself from crawling into your bed with you. It's like his body moves on its own, all of his anxious and self-hating thoughts get momentarily pushed aside. And all he can think about is you, and how right this feels.

You feel large, firm arms wrap around you - slowly waking you from your slumber. Typically someone would feel terrified to wake up suddenly in the embrace of a stranger. But you already know who this is. Your body knew it was your soulmate before you even opened your eyes.

After all of these weeks, you tried to forget about him but you never could. Ever since that first night you met him you felt like a part of you was missing. And he felt it too.

But now you feel complete with him by your side. And for the first time in his life, he doesn't hate himself. He doesn't feel like a disgusting, ugly, disgraceful waste of space.

He feels loved.

[dxrlingluv]

Player || Lee Myung-gi

Series : Chapter 1, Chapter 2 : Be Mine, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Description :

A throw back to when you and Myung-gi met up until you got together.

Lee Myung-gi x Fem!Reader

Your life wasnt always easy, or great, or perfect. It never have been like that.

Until you met him.

Lee Myung-gi.

The love of your life.

You were born and raised in Seoul, Korea. Your parents took care of you and did their best to provide for you until you reach college.

Meeting Myung-gi was an accident. You didn't mean to fall in love with him at first sight. He was handsome from the start. His eyes were so dark you would probably say they were blackholes if you're not careful when looking into them, and he was tall. And kind too. He would listen when you needed it most.

He was a youtuber, a successful one at that, although you've never heard of him until you two became friends. He had told you that he decided to earn money first before continuing into college, and you support that.

You support everything he does, because everything he does is for the betterment of his future, and you admire that. That's why you fell in love with him.

When he first asked you out on a date, you almost choked. You don't remember the exact moment but you know that you were in a panic mode at first.

But then he smiled at you, softly, and it took you a second to recover enough to speak up. "Uh... I'm not sure about this," you said.

"It's okay," he replied. "I know a place that you will surely like, what do you say?"

And you did agree. And that's how you came to be here, waiting outside of the food shop where he had planned to meet you at.

His eyes lit up when he saw you, and you felt yourself blush. A smile graced his face as he approached, and you smiled back.

He opened the door for you and walked inside, motioning you to follow him.

The store seemed quiet, with only a couple of people inside. When he closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but stare at him.

He wore a plain white turtleneck and jeans. It suited him well, you thought. His hair looked soft, fluffy even. You could imagine him brushing through it with gentle fingers, massaging it, caressing it, loving it. The image made you shiver slightly, and a small smile appeared on your face.

"Are you alright?" Myung-gi asked, and you snapped out of your trance.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry." You cleared your throat.

He chuckled softly, holding out a chair for you to sit on. with a quick thank you, you sat down and he followed suit by sitting in front of you.

"You look beautiful by the way," he mumbled. His cheeks were tinted pink, you noticed, and a thankful smile played on your lips.

The two of you ordered the food of your choice and ate together in comfortable silence after that, occasionally asking each other questions and laughing lightly. You learned many things about him along the way.

One of which you liked, though, is that he was good with kids.

After a while, you finished eating. He paid the bill without hesitation, and you felt yourself flush slightly again.

He took your hand in his and led the both of you to the exit of the restaurant, your hands clasped tight.

"Let's go to the park, what do you say?" he asked you with a small smile.

"Sounds like fun."

You went there often, as you often go there with your friends, or when Myung-gi invites you over.

He pulled you to a small pond near the playground. The constant laugh of kids playing and other people laughing together made you smile brightly. it was such a mood bringer.

Suddenly, Myung-gi spoke from beside you,  "Y/n... I have something important to tell you."

You turned towards him, worry written all over your face. "What is it, Myung-gi?" you asked. "Is anything wrong? Are you hurt? Or—"

He gently put a hand on your face,  making you stop talking immediately, and silenced you with a kiss on your mouth. The sudden action caught you off guard, and you stood there, stiff as a board as you let him do what he wanted. You've kissed before with others, but never like this. Never this intimate. Never this passionate.

When he broke the kiss, he spoke, "Y/n, ever since I met you I've fallen head over heels for you. Ever since we met, I realized that I love you. So, please, let me make my feelings clear. L/n Y/n, will you be mine?" he asked, eyes shining with hope and love, and it was obvious just how much he really cared for you.

You blinked a few times. "I—" you tried to find words to express how wonderful this was, how amazing it was for him to say these things, how much you loved him. But they weren't coming to mind at the moment. You could barely form words.

"Say yes," Myung-gi insisted. "We can move in together, get married, and have lots of children. We can buy a house and have our own garden and everything. I'll take any responsibility. Anything. Please. Say yes, y/n." He grabbed your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

It was warm. Hot. Soft.

You swallowed hard. "Yes," you blurted out. "Yes, of course I'll be yours, Myung-gi."

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. You swear he had the sweetest smile.  He leaned in and kissed you again.

When he pulled away, his face was flushed red, but his eyes gleamed.

But that was 4 years ago, you're now 23 and Myung-gi is now 25. Your relationship with him gas been nothing but perfect, and you want to keep it that way.

You are happy with your relationship, of course, but you know that it can be more. And you can't wait to see where that will take you.

You were disappointed when he promoted a new coin called "Dalmatian" and stated that everyone should give up every last penny that they have into it.

But the cryptocurrency turned out to be a scam, and when Dalmatian's creators pocketed the money and ran off, everyone who'd invested in the coin had lost billions of won.

You were quite thankful that he refrained you from putting in a single coin in his promotions, but you still felt bad for everyone who was victimized.

Even if Myung-gi "scammed" people, he was also a victim, but fate has its own way. So when he was to face an arrest for fraud and breaking multiple communication and investment laws, he shut down his YouTube channel and flee to the Philippines. He didnt even bother visiting you for 2 weeks before deciding to message you saying that he flew away. Although, He promised he'll come back to Korea once things slightly gets better, and he did.

A month ago, he came back, but as did everyone, he changed. He's still the sweet, kind, and caring Myung-gi you know. The moment he came back you wasted no time and went on in a motel with him.

That night, all your fears and worries vanquished. You woke up to him stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You loved it.

You can't believe that it's been so long since you twi have started dating. You haven't met someone like him before. Someone you feel like you belong with. Someone that makes you feel complete.

So you will do everything to win these stupid games. For him, always for him.

A/N 🩷

- I am aware that Myung-gi was said to be 30 years old in the series, but I decided to age him down together with everyone else. Although, age won't really matter once we move on to the games part so let's not think about that.

- Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated as they keep me motivated. Thank you, everyone.

[raven-black102]

Strange Mates

Imagine being Bella's older sister that goes to Italy to bring her back home. Unknowingly she is the soul mate of King Caius Volturi as he is her imprent. Reader refuses to believe it and turns to a wolf and took the Cullen's and Bella out and back home. Reader end up being in excruciating pain because she away from her imprint. King Caius went to go find her along with Jane and Alec. Jane and Alec see reader as their reincarnated mother.

(Y/n)'s POV

I pushed the door opened and stood next to my sister. "Bells." I said causing her eyes to widen. "Who is this?" I heard as I look at the man with straight long black hair and ruby red eyes. "Bella's older sister." I said glaring at him as I felt dangers. "(Y/n)." Bella called as I looked at her to see her eyes filled with worry. Then suddenly I pushed away from her as my body it the brick wall. "Vampires. Really Bella?" I asked groaning in pain as they look at me in shock.

"Your not human." I heard as I look at the man with blond hair. My eyes widen as I felt time stood still. 'Fuck.' I though as I growled darkly looking away. "Aro." The older man called as Bella runs to me. "Are you okay?" Bella asked as she helped me up. "Get ready." I told her causing her to nod as she quickly grasp the boy with bronze hair and a girl with pixie hair.

"Magnifico." The Aro guy said then looks at the blond who won't look away from me. Then I look to the kids that was their one was blonde girl who look to be 13 years old. The boy next to her has dark brownish blackish hair who too looks to be 13 years old. "Sorry for stopping by but we must be going." I said getting up and standing in front of Bella.

"Your not going anywhere." The blond said causing me to grin at him. "Sweetheart, you may be my imprint. But I will never accept you." I said then turn into my wolf form. Bella and her two friends quickly got on my back as I ran out as us my powers to make myself invisible along with the people on my back.

"(Y/n) they can't be seen..." Bella started as she notice that both Edward and Alice wasn't shining in the sunlight and the humans don't seem to notice us. 'They can't see us Bella.' I said as kept running. 'And you have a lot of explaining to do.' I added as I felt Bella grasp my furr tightly.

Time Skip

3rd Person POV

Once Bella, Edward, Alice, and (Y/n) made it back to Fork Bella explained everything to her. "What about you (Y/n)." Bella asked her older sister as they where at the Cullens house. "I'm fine." (Y/n) mumbled holding her head. "You imprinted." Edward said causing (Y/n) to slightly snarl but not at him. "Imprinted?" Bella asked confused. "She imprinted on Caius." Alice said causing everyone to tense up.

"But shes a wolf. Doesn't he have bad experience with wolves?" Emmett asked causing Carlisle to nod. "Its ashamed. I wish I didn't have to meet any of you like this." (Y/n) said as she looks at the Cullen family with a smile. "We are in your debt for saving my son and daughter." Esme said causing (Y/n) to chuckle. "That's not needed. You guys took care of my sister when I couldn't." (Y/n) said sadly before getting up.

"Where are you going?" Bella asked also getting up. "Go see dad. Don't worry I'm not gonna leave." (Y/n) told her giving her a hug. "It was nice meeting you all." (Y/n) said softly before leaving the home and ran off. "She's diffrent from the shifters." Rosalie said as Bella looks out the window. "Bella. Why didn't you tell us your sister is a wolf?" Alice asked causing Bella to look at her.

"I. I forgot. How she became a wolf is," Bella stared as she looks down. "She's a soldier. A marine." Bella started causing Jasper to perk up a bit. "She was kidnap and tutored for weeks. I remembered one of the soldier at the front door when I was living with my mother at the time. They said that (Y/n) was MIA. They don't know if she was died." Bella said as saddness consumed her.

"When her team found her. She was different. She stop smiling. She stopped talking." Bella said as she took a deep breath. "It took me 2 years to get her to talk, to smile. Then one night I went out to get her a birthday present. I was being followed and the next thing I know. I saw (Y/n) standing in front of me beating a group of boys. One of them shot her then she just turned into a wolf killing them." Bella said as Edward took her hand.

"I was scared at first but she ended up explaining to me that she was experimented on." Bella added clenching her free hand. "Those bastard tortured her." Bella said looking at her feet. "If it wasn't for the fact me, Renee, and Charlie wanting her back. She would have given up." Bella said as her bottom lips quiver.

Alice gasped as she saw a vision of (Y/n) screaming in pain. Soon it shifted to Caius looking lost and angry. Then it turned to Caius, Jane, and Alec appearing in Forks. "Alice whats wrong?" Jasper asked his wife as Edward saw her vision. "(Y/n)'s dying." Edward said causing Bella to tense up. "If she doesn't get to Caius she'll die and Caius would be out of control." Alice said looking at everyone.

"But why was Jane and Alec with him?" Alice asked causing Edward's eyes widen when he remember what Jane's thought was. "(Y/n) is a Reincarnation of their mother." Edward said looking at Alice.

A few weeks Later

(Y/n) lays in the Cullen hospital room paled and sick and felt pain but it didn't last long thanks to Jasper. He became very fond of (Y/n) since she too was a soldier just like him. Even the rest of the Cullen's adored her. (Y/n) told Rosalie that her close friend was having a baby soon, and that she can help (Y/n) babysit them. Unknowing to them Carlisle had no choice but to send a letter to Caius telling him the situation of (Y/n) and where she is.

"Do you ever want kids?" Rosalie asked as Jasper and Alice sense someone by the door. "Depends. I don't mind having kids and I don't mind not having any. I own a orphanage from where I live." (Y/n) told her causing her to smile. "If I remember correctly their was a little girl who looks like a splitting image of both you and Emmett." She added causing the two the smile at each other.

(Y/n) then growled lowly as she glared at the door causing Caius to walk in the room. Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper instantly stood in front of (Y/n) protectivily. "What are you doing here?" Rosalie asked causing Jane and Alec to appear. "She's dying!" Caius snarled as (Y/n) bite her bottom lip.

Rosalie and Jasper look at (Y/n) waiting for her to say something. "You can go." (Y/n) mumbled as she look at Caius. Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper left the room letting Caius, Jane, and Alec to come in. "Carlisle sent you here." (Y/n) said as both Alec and Jane look at her in awe. For awhile they talked to each other before Jane and Alec told (Y/n) that she was their mother reincarnated while Caius told her she is his mate.

[silent-stories]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader

Summary: Some nightmares still haunt Astarion.

TW: nightmares, feeling sick after them, scars

When Astarion suddenly woke up, his head ached as if someone was trying to escape from the inside of it, crashing into its walls, and a wave of nausea washed over him.

The night was quiet and still, with only the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant hooting of an owl breaking the silence. The moon was full and bright, casting a pale silver light over the camp.

He took a long, deep breath and let the air out slowly, as if that was enough to calm him down.

The scars on his back stung and burned even though he knew it was just an illusion created by the nightmare he had: he knew they had stopped hurting years prior.

Astarion sat up, the sheet covering his chest slipped away, revealing his pale skin kissed by the moon's rays streaming into the tent, and rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare.

He could swear he smelled blood in his tent.

And not the blood that he liked, the one he fed on, which could have a sweet and intense flavor and that made him feel at the height of his strength, but the one that tasted rotten, the one from an abandoned carcass in the woods, the one that dripped from the back of a little boy crying in a dark, cold room. A boy who didn't deserve all the pain he had to go through.

His face twisted into a grimace as his mind drifted back to memories he wished he could forget but revisited every night.

The screams, the crying, the hunger, the anger, the helplessness, his blood and that of other poor victims, the desire to have died on the day he had been transformed into something he had never asked to be. He relived it all every night.

He heard you move in his bed, next to him, and hoped he hadn't woken you up but when your whispered words reached his ears, he knew things hadn't gone the way he wanted.

"Are you okay?"

It was a question no one had asked him in years, he almost no longer remembered how to answer.

When you didn't get any response from him, you settled down next to him, looking into his dispair-filled red eyes to figure out what to do. You wondered how many people had seen him like this in his life, how many had gone beyond the wall of sarcastic comments and air of superiority he had built around himself for protection.

You raised a hand, slowly, giving him all the time he needed if he wanted to move away from your touch but he didn't.

You ran your fingertips across his pale cheek and he leaned into your touch.

Before he closed his eyes and brought his hand to your back, gently pushing you against him, you wondered if what looked like tears were just a trick of the moonlight.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, as he had done when he first bit you, but with a much different intent. He didn't need blood, he needed someone to care about him.

He just stayed there, with his head resting on your shoulder and his arms holding you as if he was afraid you would run away from him, but not so tightly that it hurt.

Hurting you was the thing he would never forgive himself in his entire immortal life.

"Star?"

It was little more than a whisper, but Astarion heard it well and understood your silent question: it was because he hadn't answered your question yet but also because you didn't know what to do to ease his pain at that moment.

You were always there, trying to help him. He couldn't explain himself how.

If it had been one of your moments together during the day he would have taken the time to appreciate how that nickname sounded coming from you.

"Just stay."

Your hand found his hair, your fingers went through his messier than usual silver locks. The hand on your back would have pushed you even closer if it was physically possible.

"Please." His voice cracked, every trace of his usual charming tone was gone.

"I'm not going anywhere."

You pressed a gentle kiss to his hairline, lips lingering against the skin as you moved a curl away from his forehead.

You held him until he was the one to move first. He slowly raised his head without saying a word and looked up, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and you couldn't help but leave a soft kiss in the space between them; that was enough to make him relax.

"Do you want to try to sleep again? It's too early to get up."

He just nodded.

You snuggled close to him when he lay down, against his chest, he kept his arms around your body and you slid yours around his side, your hand finding his back.

You expected a sudden reaction when your fingers involuntarily grazed the scars Cazador had left on his back, but instead the pale elf just closed his eyes and intertwined his legs with yours.

"Is this okay?" You asked before resting your hand on his back again, to be sure.

"Believe me when I tell you that you made me feel more 'okay' than I have ever felt in the last two hundred years of my life, darling." He murmured, his lips pressed against your forehead.

You both fell asleep after a few minutes, your fingers still tracing the scars on his back, in his dreams only the possibilities of a better future and not the memories of a past from which he could not escape.

An "I love you" was whispered that night. Only the moon knows by which of the two.

[wweasleyhp]

my smoking buddy, my partner in crime, my love (Fred Weasley x reader)

Potential trigger warnings: Smoking, comas (I've never done these before so hopefully I've done that right)

"Are you guys okay?" George asks.

We're on the balcony. The protection spell can be seen surrounding the castle. Any second the Death Eaters will strike. Time is running out.

"Yeah," I reply, "Fred?"

He's still looking up. His eyes are wide. I've never seen him look so scared before.

"Yeah, I'm fine darling," he answers, a forced smile plastered on his face.

I know not to push. We're all terrified. Some are better at hiding it than others. Unfortunately for Fred, he can't hide it from me as well as he thinks.

We're going to be okay. I have to believe that. Otherwise I'll fall apart.

I still haven't confessed to Fred my feelings. I'm terrified of both. The battle and telling the truth to Fred. The thing is I don't think he feels the same.

Suddenly, spells can be heard. The Death Eaters are destroying the protection spell.

"Stay alive, yeah?" I say to the twins.

George nods and moves to go inside the castle. Fred doesn't move yet.

"I mean it," I say, "I need my smoking buddy."

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window

I heard Fred's footsteps walking over to me. He sat next to me, by the window. I passed him a cigarette. Second nature.

He chuckled softly as he placed it in his mouth and I lit it for him. I stared out the window watching the sun set.

"Dad got tickets for the Quidditch World Cup," he said as he exhaled.

"That's great," I replied, "Excited?"

He nodded, "I was wondering..."

"Not a good sign," I joked.

He smiled, "Would you wanna come?"

I knew what my answer was but I wanted to tease him a bit. I exaggerated a thinking motion.

"Come on," he rolled his eyes and jokingly punched my arm, "You're basically family."

That stung oddly enough. He was right. Ever since we moved when I was six years old my parents and the Weasleys were best friends. Including Fred and I. However I wondered what that meant Fred saw me as. Just like a sister?

"Fine, I'll go," I said, hiding the slight hurt that I felt.

"Yes!" he responded, "You won't regret it."

We were sixteen then. The only worries were what job we wanted. Who knew that a few months later the world would change as we knew?

As I'm turning to walk away from him, he grabs my hand, "Wait!"

I look back at him, confused.

He leans in closer to me. But then he stops. Inches away from my lips. I lean in and he seals the distance, placing a soft kiss on my lips. He's uncertain. I kiss him back.

The kiss suddenly becomes more passionate. More desperate. As if we've both become aware that this could be our last chance. We're in danger and we don't know whether we'll make it out the other end alive.

We pull apart.

"I love you," I blurt out, eyes stinging.

Be careful.

"I love you too," he replies.

I will, you too.

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As I'm fighting and throwing spells, I realise Fred and I have been separated. He's okay. I know he is.

Then as I look, I see Harry standing over the dead body of Voldemort. The war is over.

I immediately rush to find Fred. The only thing on my mind. Fred. Fred. Fred.

I notice a group of people with fiery ginger hair. The Weasleys. I run to them. George engulfs me in a hug.

"Hi," I say in a hoarse voice, "Thank Merlin you're okay. Where's Fred?"

"He's alive," he answers.

There's something he's not telling me.

"But?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"There was an explosion, he's in a coma," he says.

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It's been a month since the Second Wizarding War has officially come to an end. And Fred is still in St Mungo's. In a coma.

I brought you daffodils on a pretty string

I sit by Fred's bedside. I didn't leave his side for the first two days but George had told me to rest. I didn't want to leave him but I knew I had to.

"Hey," I whisper, as if he's listening, "I brought you fresh daffodils."

I had been doing so every day. It's his favourite flower.

"You must be getting tired of me at this point," I laugh weakly, "It's not my fault you're not awake- uh it's not yours either, I'm not blaming you or anything."

But I'm angry at you. I'm angry at you that you're not awake and you just left me with a kiss. Why? Why not when I was sixteen and we were smoking outside my window?

I kiss him lightly on the forehead, "Please wake up. I need you. Please."

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There's a knock at the door. I open it. It's Ron.

"Hey Ron," I force a smile, "What can I help you with?"

"Fred's awake," he says, "George is with him now."

I nod and immediately grab his hand. We apparate to St Mungo's.

I run to Fred's room. I open the door. George smiles at me but it's not a very enthusiastic one.

"Hey," I say as I see Fred sitting awake.

He's awake.

But before I can say another word, Fred asks, "Who's that?"

It feels like a punch to the gut. He doesn't remember me.

"Fred lost his memory," George explains, "He doesn't quite remember me either."

"Oh," I breathe out, "Uh, I'm Y/N."

He nods, "That seems familiar, were we friends?"

Friends.

"Yeah," I reply.

George looks at me. A slight sad look.

When I told you 'I'm fine' you were lied to

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"I'm fine," I answer, even though I can feel my eyes stinging.

I can't cry. Not right now.

"Well I'm sorry I can't remember you," he says in the sweetest voice.

It makes me feel terrible.

"Don't be," I say, "It's not your fault, you can remember George a bit?"

"Yeah, well, I can tell he's my twin," he answers with a small laugh.

A quiet chuckle escapes my throat along with George.

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As the days go by, George and I try to help Fred regain his memory. I go in and greet him.

"Good morning," I smile.

"Morning," he answers, "Question; were we trouble makers at school?"

I chuckle softly, "You could say that."

"I have a memory of us two running down the hall, George was running in front of us," he explains, "At one point we had to hide behind a wall."

"Yeah, that's right."

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

"I can't believe I agreed to help you two!" I shouted angrily as we ran down the corridors.

We had put dungbombs in Filch's office and he immediately saw us.

Fred started laughing. This made me even more angry.

"This isn't funny, Weasley," I said.

"Oh come on darling," Fred responded, "We needed you."

"More like Fred needed you," George retorted.

Suddenly, Fred pulled me to hide behind a wall. I started to breathe heavily and he placed a hand on my mouth. When Filch had gone past us, he took away his hand.

"You needed me?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Is that such a bad thing?" he smiled, "George is my other half while you're my partner in crime."

Partner in crime.

I smiled back at him.

Fred and I start talking about all the antics we were up to during our Hogwarts days. I then leave to give him some rest. I meet with George.

"You love him, don't you?" he asks.

I look at him, "Yeah. A lot."

"Oh you lovesick fools," he says, "I saw a bit of your little make-out session before the battle began."

"Stalker," I joke.

He chuckles.

The next day, he asks about another memory, "My brothers and I are flying around on brooms while you're reading a book by a tree."

"That was at your house, the Burrow."

He's so tall and handsome as hell.

I'm sat by a tree, reading a book. The boys were playing Quidditch. As I'm reading though, my eyes casually drifted upwards. To Fred. It was hot and he had taken off his shirt.

Then I saw him score a goal and he winked at me. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks and I was hoping that he couldn't see it.

After they were done playing, he sat beside me.

"You were staring," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes, "In your dreams."

"Come on darling, admit it," he said.

"And further inflate that ego of yours?"

There's a knock at my front door. I open it. Fred.

"Hey," I say surprised, "Have they let you out?"

He doesn't reply. Instead he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back and before I realise there's tears falling down my cheeks.

"I remember," he says, "Everything."

"Everything?" I choke.

He kisses the tears running down my cheeks, "I could hear what you said when I was in the coma."

"I love you."

"I love you too," he says, "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."

"It's alright," I smile, "You have eternity to make up for it."

A/N: This is probably the longest little fanfic I wrote. I used prompts from @creativepromptfills from the Angsty Kisses list and I used inspiration from some songs:

Cigarettes Out The Window by TV Girl

Another Love by Tom Odell

Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

Mess It Up by Gracie Abrams

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

[why-are-you-still-awake]

Naruto boys reacting to the silent treatment

A/n: im back from the dead again, my motivation has been completely nonexistent so I’m trying to get back into the swing of things so here’s some hcs!

Warnings/content: general pettiness, nothing :)

Characters: Sasuke, Sai, Neji

Sasuke

At first sasuke was confused by how you were treating him, what was this about? Whenever he tried to speak to you, you turned away, whenever he tried to touch you and recoiled, he wasn't sure what he did but he didn't like how petty you were for no discernible reason.

He tried to confront you about this but he only got silence, he'd never admit it but he was worried, you were the only family he had left and was unsure how to fix whatever happened because you won't communicate with him.

Eventually a few hours later you come up to him, and just sit beside him. "So are you done ignoring me?" he said, you nodded and laid your head on his shoulder. "Doesn't feel too good does it?" you sked, he suddenly realized you were ignoring him because he's done the same to you before without realization; you were just getting your petty revenge

Sai

Because of growing up in root he had little to no perceptions of petty things that people in relationships sometimes partake in, so when you started ignoring him he was moreover confused as to why, what did he do? Everytime he asked you something, you'd just stay silent.

He didn't try to confront you about this because he thought it was normal, and because of his silence you thought he just didn't care adding to the problem already at hand. So you started ignoring him even harder and even tried to make him jealous by flirting with other guys, all that you really need to do to fix this is to communicate.

When someone finally points out the obvious tension between you two, Sai finally asks why you've been ignoring at says "it makes me feel not good when you don't talk to me, i'm unsure what i did but let's make it right, okay?" it became obvious to you that he truly didn't know what he did but he wanted to make it right.

Neji

He had no relationship experience but he knew he didn't like being ignored and was very upfront and honest about it despite your silence, he didn't want to intrude on your space but he did want to know what he did wrong, but that was going to be tough especially when you refuse to speak or even be in the same room as him.

He tried to confront you multiple times to just be met with silence, you didn't even acknowledge his existence so he knew you were serious. Eventually he stopped because he realized that it wasn't getting anywhere and he'd just have to wait out, but he still wanted you to know he cared about you so he'd leave little notes for you to find.

When he was able to finally get you to talk, and you admitted why you were ignoring him, whether it be jealousy, or something else, all you really needed to do was to communicate and your problem was fixed. Neji just wanted things to be right with you, he adores you and wants you to know.

I cant describe how much I hate this but it’s better than nothing but feels very OOC, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Please be patient, I’ll post more quality stuff later when I have motivation. Please go read one of my actually good hcs. Love u <3

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

When Steve invited Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Robin, Vickie, Eddie, and Chrissy over for New Years, he really didn't think it through. They were all coupled together, and Steve wasn't. Even Argyle brought his current lover to the party. Steve had quickly disappeared into the kitchen and cursed.

"You're so fucking stupid, Steve," he told himself.

Sure, he was happy by himself, but he also liked romance. . .he liked being with people, especially with people he cared about. The dating game had been depressing for him since spring break. The minute he took off his shirt, suddenly, they needed to leave. He even thought he got lucky once when he almost hooked up with a guy. Steve had taken off his shirt, and the guy looked at his scars, softly said "ew" before making an excuse to leave. It had been quite hurtful, so Steve just decided to stop trying, and he hated it because while he was happy that he had his friends, his family, he was also lonely. He loved spending time with Eddie and Chrissy, too, but they just reminded him that he didn't have a partner. Steve couldn't decide which one of them he was jealous of.

"Hey, big boy," he heard Eddie's voice.

Steve turned around to find Eddie and Chrissy standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Are you alright, Steve?" Chrissy asked.

"Uh, yeah. . .I just really didn't think this through," Steve said. "I don't have anyone to kiss at midnight."

"Well, hell, I'll kiss you," Eddie said, waving his hand at him.

"What about Chrissy? She won't have someone to kiss," Steve said.

"Shit, yeah, that's true," Eddie frowned.

"We'll both kiss you!" Chrissy exclaimed rather cheerfully.

"How?!" Steve and Eddie asked.

"Well, Eddie will take one corner of your mouth, and I'll take the other," Chrissy said.

"It could work," Steve said thoughtfully and then tried to make a joke. "Yeah, okay, but don't go falling in love with me. . ."

Eddie and Chrissy shared looks of amusement before looking back at Steve.

"Too late," they said.

"What?" He asked.

"Oh, come on, I thought we were obvious," Eddie scoffed.

"We did keep inviting you out on our dates, and we kept asking you if you wanted a sleepover," Chrissy said. "And then you stopped hanging out with us for a while."

"Yeah, we assumed you weren't interested," Eddie shrugged.

"But I - I thought I was getting in between your relationship with Chrissy," Steve said.

"That's exactly what we wanted, sweetheart," Eddie said.

"But - I, uh, - both. . .at the same time? I never thought - ," Steve said, and he ran a hand through his hand. "I didn't know which one to choose, and I never thought I could choose both."

"There's nothing stopping you," Chrissy said as they moved closer to him.

They stood on either side of him, basically locking him in.

"My dating skills might be a little rusty," Steve blushed. "It's been pretty disastrous over the last few months. No one's really wanted to look at me, let alone touch me. One guy went literally went ew when he saw my scars."

"And you think Chrissy and I know what we're doing? I haven't dated anyone, and the last relationship Chrissy was in was arranged by her mother. We're all figuring things out," Eddie said, and then what Steve had said sunk in. "Wait. . .what guy said ew to you?"

"It doesn't matter," Steve said, blushing as Eddie wrapped a comforting around his shoulder.

"Give me a name, Steven," he said softly. "I'm just going to talk to the guy."

"Yeah, but I feel like you're not going to use your words," Steve said frowning.

"You can't kill him, Eddie," Chrissy giggled.

"And why can't I?" He asked.

"Because you just got off the murder charges over spring break, I don't want you to go to jail," Chrissy said.

"Oh, so, when I want to kill a guy, I have to stand down, but when I tell you not to kill a guy, I'm supposed to just let you pout about it for a month," Eddie said and waved his hand at her. "Ah, double standard."

Eddie flashed his dimples at Chrissy as she laughed.

"Who did you want to kill?" Steve asked.

"Andy," Chrissy said.

She started playing with the buttons on Steve’s collar. He had his button-up done all the way up to hide the scars around his throat.

"You should have just let her kill him," Steve said.

"Yeah, well, I think it's a possibility. I think she might be scheming with Nancy," Eddie said.

"I am," Chrissy said with a giggled.

All of her focus was now on Steve’s shirt. She was popping it open one by one, and Steve didn't stop her from going all the way down. . .curious at what they would say. Finally, Chrissy had it opened, exposing his torso and his scars. Her fingers trailed down from the scar around his throat to the scars on his lower abdomen.

"You're beautiful inside and out, Steve," Eddie breathed, tucking a hair behind his ear. "I think you forget that I have scars too."

He grabbed Steve’s hand and brought it underneath his shirt, letting Steve feel it. Chrissy brought her lips to Steve’s throat, kissing his scars gently. Eddie did the same, burying his head into Steve’s neck. Steve’s eyes fluttered, and he moaned as Eddie's hand went to the scars on his stomach. . .right above the belt. God, it felt like he was being devoured. . .in a good way, though.

"Shouldn't we save the kissing for midnight?" Steve gasped as Chrissy nibbled at his skin.

"That's only for the lips," Eddie whispered. "Doesn't mean we can't kiss you anywhere else. . .big boy."

"Hey!" They heard Robin yell. "You're going to miss the ball dropping!"

Steve hurried to button his shirt up and tuck it back into his pants as he rushed back into the living room after the others.

"You missed a button," Robin said in amusement and then grinned. "Slut."

"Definitely," Steve laughed.

"Chrissy's lipstick is all over your neck," Robin said and then looked over at Eddie. "And if Eddie was wearing lipstick?"

"It would be there, too," Steve blushed.

"Happy for you, dingus," Robin said.

"You're about the miss the ball dropping, Robin," he said.

"Oh, right!"

3. . .2. . .1!

Eddie and Chrissy kissed Steve on the corners of his mouth just like they said they would. It was so soft. . .so gentle. . .so perfect.

"Happy New Year," Eddie and Chrissy said, taking his hands in theirs.

"Happy New Year," Steve whispered, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

He had been happy before, but he was happier now, and maybe it had something to do with being wanted twice. . .not just for his body, but for who he is. Yeah, a Happy New Year, indeed.