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kysuguru · 1 year ago

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dear mother — stsg x fem!reader

synopsis : you’ve finally enrolled into jujutsu tech, sad thing is, you’re totally clueless.

includes / cw : emotionally abusive mother

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a /n : ch1 of my “all mine” series!!!

"i'm ogawa [name]. i'm from sendai japan. please take care of me."

you bow politely. smiling at the tiny class of three as you rise, posture nervous and stiff.

"if i knew there was someone new i would've thrown a welcome party!" a white haired boy who's eyes are protected by circular black glasses exclaims excitedly, a smile big on his lips. you admit you're a bit intimidated. the idea of a party for you seems a bit over the top, though.

a boy on his left scoffs almost affectionately, the soft look he sends to his counterpart familiar to you. you always looked at the street cats like that, your mother as well (you try not to think about it). he has a bang over his left eye, you wonder if someone has ever tried to tuck it behind his ear.

"there's no need for a party. my arrival can't be that exciting," you chuckle shyly.

they all analyze you. so you settle with looking at your shuffling shoes.

"she speaks so formally." the gojo boy leans over with a hand cupped around his mouth as he whispers to his best friend, causing you to look up. it's a bit silly that he's acting as if he's whispering a secret even though everyone can hear him.

his friend eyes you apologetically.

there's another girl, the only one who seems actually interested as she stares you down. you flinch as you catch her gaze. her hair is short, in a brown bob that frames her face perfectly. her bangs are tucked behind her ear and there's a mole you catch on her face that convinces you she's model worthy.

other than your mother you've never thought a woman was so pretty.

"so new girl, what's your cursed technique."

new girl.. but i swore i said my name. did i not?

ignoring the white haired boy's lack of manners was easy, since you weren't all that aware he was being rude.

"i actually... don't know."

all three students chorused at the same time.

"hah?"

scouted? me? when you heard such a thing, you were confused and honestly, really surprised. you weren't talented by any means. outside of studying you didn't have much going on. not only that, but your mother kept you in the house a lot. so to hear of someone from jujutsu tech finding you worthy enough to attend had you blinking, astonished.

you were aware of what jujutsu was, cursed techniques and all of that jazz, but your knowledge was still limited beyond that. your mom was adamant on you not attending for reasons she refused to tell. obviously you didn't push. you never liked seeing her with a temper.

the man who recommended you was named yaga masamichi. he'd taken note of the significant amount of cursed energy you possessed when passing by you on your way to school. your family weren't jujutsu sorcerers from what you were aware of — you honestly weren't even sure that there were jujutsu sorcerers or people like you until now. but you'd never put it past your mom to hide something like that from you.

she always kept jujutsu related talk under wraps, only giving you little information to quell your curiosity.

you didn't even know what your cursed technique was. or if you even had one. even though you tried to understand why she does what she does, it still felt very lonely — seeing such heinous creatures and having to pretend they didn't exist for your own safety.

if it weren't for the fact that you instinctively learned to control your cursed energy output, you could've been in serious danger.

and although it was painful to go through such things alone — not being able to confide in a single person — you understood why your mother did it. all she wanted to do was keep you safe.

and even if you followed all of her rules of no jujutsu to a T, you couldn't help the sensation of excitement and relief knowing that there were so many other people out there just like you. a school of them, even.

you wanted badly to be upset with your mother, the fact that she knew about all of this and kept it from you. but even the thought of being angry at her when all she wanted was to protect you had you pushing down those foolish feelings.

other than secretive, your mother was also very stubborn. a trait that you always admired until this very moment.

she argued that you didn't belong into a school that was practically a death trap for young teens. always listening to your mother like an obedient puppy, you looked down at the floor, preparing for the inevitable rejection, expression sad as you shuffled your shoes alongside your mothers that were planted firm on the ground — you resisted the urge to distance yourself from her.

your eyes drifted to the shoes that were yaga's hoping no one would question your silence (they never did).

your mother wasn't a bad person. never that. but sometimes you couldn't help but get upset at the decisions she made in your stead. you wouldn't say that she didn't consider you, but sometimes it kinda felt that way.

"i get where you're coming from. jujutsu tech is a dangerous place and i hate to bring such young talented kids into such risks. but you have to understand your daughters side," he gestured towards you, your mothers eyes dropping to your head that perked up before they glared back at yaga.

"how do you think she feels knowing she has the opportunity to branch out and gain knowledge about these abilities. do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

your ears rang as the last sentence was spoken.

"do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

it resonated with you in a way you couldn't comprehend. all you could do was clutch your chest as a foreign feeling of relief left your choked up throat in a bated breath. the exhale feeling as if you were being freed from something. being seen.

"[name], my sweet darling baby," she caressed the top of your head. it was instinct to lean into her touch, even though at the moment you couldn't sort out how you felt towards her.

she's protecting you. the words whisper in your ear, like a disease that is incurable, like a predator that sinks its fangs and refuses to let go.

"mommy wants you to stay home with her. please consider it. it's so dangerous out there, and i really don't want you to get hurt," she cooed. it made you feel sick and you hated not knowing why. even though her words were meant to console you, they only made you want to run.

your eyes were glued to the dirty mat that you and your mother refused to clean, maybe because it was the most familiar thing in this constant changing house. there were five pairs of shoes, you, yaga, and mother and two unworn pairs off to the side, both meant for other occasions, better ones. ones that don't include the ringing of your ears and the well of your tears as they collect on your lashes. maybe it's an occasion where you're at a nice dinner with your mom, a rare treat whenever she deemed herself in the mood.

the bigger pair of shoes shifted. yaga.

"miss ogawa. i don't mean to overstep, but have you considered you're babying your 15 year old child? maybe you need to consider that she can make her own-"

"don't you dare tell me how to parent my own damn child." her voice is dripping with venom, the venom that seeps through you and whispers in your ear.

i just want to protect you.

your mothers anger was never a calm one, it was loud and furious, voice bouncing off the walls as she tried restraining herself from getting violent. so hearing her talk to the man in such a familiar tone had you quivering in her hold.

your mother, never under the assumption that she could ever be the reason you were upset, deduced that your shivers were caused by yaga.

so she glares, long and hard, and her lips move to form the words you were dreading, "my daughter is not attending your shit school. get out of my house.”

...

other than the sound of life beyond the door, there only laid cold, anxious silence.

you were afraid to look up, your mother's shirt being your only anchor. but from the resigned sigh that left yaga's lips, you were well aware of the expression he was making — one of anger, and disappointment. realizing that seeking you out was a waste of his time.

or so you assumed.

for he could only look at you in pity, acknowledging how painful a relationship like this must be for you, and in longing, hoping foolishly that he could lend a helping hand.

a rough calloused hand entered your vision, a piece of ripped paper in the grip of his fingers.

yaga gestured it towards you patiently, a look of sorrow marring his usually calm expression. "if there's a change, please call this number."

your mom ripped it from his grasp right before you could touch it. she crumpled it in her hand. "there won't be a change. now get the fuck out of my house."

you could only stare in horror at your mothers fist that held the only thing that could possibly change the trajectory of your life. even as yaga bowed and turned around, even as the door slammed shut behind him. even as mother soothed you with quiet coos meant for a baby, even as she turned towards the kitchen to start on dinner, even as she sat you down and commented on your silence. even as she watched you absentmindedly pick on your food, even as she started to become agitated at your lack of response, and even as she treaded up the stairs to her bedroom. your eyes stayed glued to that one hand.

you blinked, eyes dry and mouth parched as you suddenly remembered that you weren't at the front door anymore while your mother cradled you in her arms.

your eyes drift to the front door, and you approach it slowly. you don't know why you stand there or why your hand touched the door knob.

maybe it's because you're hopeful that the man is behind this door. waiting patiently for you to open it, prepared with the words of acceptance. maybe something amongst it that helps you figure out what the hell to do.

"a school of them." you whispered, the only thing capable of leaving your dry mouth.

there was a school of them. proof that you really weren't alone in this cursed world. how could you possibly go back to the difficult life of acting as if everything was normal when it wasn't? blue auras were around everybody, and the grotesque creatures festered from the negative feelings surrounding those people. and there were those out there who knew how to get rid of those things for the sake of others.

knowing all of this, you couldn't stand by and not lend a hand, not learn to control the one thing that's burdened you your entire life. but..

you looked up the stairs, seeing just the top of your mothers door.

what would she do? she needed you. you both took care of each other, you couldn't leave her behind.

but you needed this. you wanted to figure all of this out. control theses abilities and hopefully get to know people who were just like you. and... you could always come back.

yeah.

who said you had to stay? you would go, go to jujutsu high, reach your goals, and return to your mother.

because even though you may make friends with those of similar backgrounds to you, your mother was a constant in your life, never changing. you couldn't abandon her. you wouldn't.

so with this new resolve in your heart, you snuck up to her room. she kept her door creaked for unknown reasons, maybe to keep an eye on you, but you ignored that and thanked its convenience for this very moment.

she was asleep. snoring.

you treaded carefully over to the bed, eyes focused on the bags growing under her lashes. the sight made your lips twitch into a small frown. you delicately tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. listening to her steady breathing as she dreamt the night away.

"wait for me, mother.”

you turned away and grabbed the piece of paper off of her nightstand, leaving the room with a sense of urgency.

you dialed yaga's number after locking your bedroom door, pacing around in circles as the phone rung. the ringing resonated in your ears like a ticking clock. you didn't really have time. if he wouldn't answer now you'd never get your chance.

your mom was an early bird and you could already feel yourself getting drowsy.

"i mean. who even calls this late. he might be asleep..." you whisper defeatedly and pull the phone away from your ear to hang up, but it lights up with his icon and you jump in excitement.

"miss. ogawa?"

"masamichi-san. it's [name]."

Dear mother,

I've departed, something I'm sure you noticed. As much as I wanted to obey you, I couldn't just abandon the opportunity that could help change my life for the better. I know you were trying to protect me, and I know that it's dangerous. But I can't live knowing that my life could be different. I can't just sit by and watch this spark of light dim, let my world go dark again. I'm not like you, mother. I will not stay ignorant. Wait for me, please.

I lov-

a loud shrewd rip echoes through the quiet house. your mother's eyes are dull, face empty as she starts furiously ripping the paper to shreds.

she suddenly screams out in anger, tears of frustration bubbling and blurring her vision. she grips her hair in agony as she starts chanting curses.

"dammit dammit, dammit!! i told her it was dangerous. i told her. damn her!! good for nothing daughter... not listening to a fucking word i say!!"

your mom stomps angrily out of her room, not caring for the small pieces of paper she tramples over.

"I love you,"

"mother."

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swappedandtrapped · 3 months ago

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Rent Help - Part 3

As always, character consistency is hard for me. Just go with it.

I wake up again. Every time I wake up, I have about a minute of peace before my brain starts to boot and realizes where it is. That minute of bliss is what has kept me going recently. It's the only part of the day when I don't feel so… Wrong.

Waking up unwillingly, I go to the bathroom to wash my face. When I arrive, I realize it's been about a week after the car crash and I still can't get used to seeing Roy when I look in the mirror.

I study my new reflection. I stare at my skin blemishes on Roy's dark skin. My big Brown eyes underneath my thick eyebrows. My nose in the middle of the face that is now mine… When I open my mouth to brush my teeth, I see a crooked array of yellowish rectangles. I cringe realizing I'm actually tasting Roy's mouth and teeth 24/7. Roy didn't have a spare toothbrush, so I had to use his old one. Disgusting. I hate this so much. Why doesn't he take care of himself?

When I return to his room to get dressed, I sigh in frustration. During the last few days, I finally understood why Roy felt comfortable walking around without his shirt on. I was just too hot. ALL THE TIME. The meat and fat of his stocky body type kept the heat trapped within me. If I had a shirt on for more than 5 minutes I would start sweating and smell Roy's scent even more.

So just like he did, I elected to spend the day shirtless again. It's not like anyone would see me. Well except for… Me.

After trying to explain to Roy in my body what happened, he's gotten cold. I mean, I would too. I was practically begging him to remember, but when I'm in Roy's body, it's pretty hard to convince someone who he really is.

"I'm coming back late." He states in a premeditatedly cold intonation. "Ok," I reply in the same manner. I didn't see the point to initiate another argument. convincing him is impossible. "I might bring someone back with me. Please don't be weird when she's here." "Ok. I reply again. But missing any sense of my old self, I ask: "Someone I know?" "None of your business Roy." I cringe at the sound of that name. "And also, you don't know any of my friends. They're MY friends. Even if you… Think otherwise…" He goes out, leaving me alone in the flat.

Like a punch in the fucking gut.

Which reminded me, I'm hungry. I order an extra-large Pizza so Roy's stomach would leave me alone. Roy had an apatite I couldn't ignore easily. At first, I fought off his habits, unwilling to accept the new situation. But as the days went on, I gave in to most of Roy's habits. Like eating too much of this junk. I look at my body and feel shame as I admit I lost the battle against Roy's needs.

Later, I lay on the sofa, investigating Roy's phone. Thankfully, he locked his phone with Face ID, so I didn't have to guess any passwords and was able to unlock it. Every time I have some time off, I study his phone and learn a bit more about Roy's schedule and connections.

You see, I did swap bodies with him, but I didn't acquire his memories. So, I try to avoid all contact until I get the hang of whatever relationships he had in his life. "Yes, it's me. I'm Roy." I say to myself, trying to fake his tone. Even though I hear his voice, it still feels fake.

But today, after going through all his texts, I began looking through his notes app. I find there grocery lists, names of bands he wanted to check out, some foreign language I still can't read, and also something with the title… "Research"? What's this?

I open the file and my eyes widen. It's a long note, riddled with an assortment of semi-related bullet points regarding… "POWERS"!?

POWERS

possible timed cooldown? variable? Tested times: 5 days (17/05) 8 days (15/09) 6 days (12/11)

only post 24h mark???

ignore. no cooldown. instance of instant swap back. There's another condition.

Note the eye glow at optional swap time. Starts fading. Possible relation to condition?

Ignore. Doesn't fade.

Best swap triggers: visualize face, focus on identity

He was researching his swapping power. I guess Roy didn't receive a handbook with this ability, so he tried to mark the triggers and limitations he confirmed to be true. This was a goldmine. Maybe there's a limit on how long we can stay swapped?

Wait. If I'm Roy… I have his powers! I can swap us back!

I read the whole file, attempting to figure out exactly what conclusions Roy had and what I needed to do to return to my body. It looks like he could just will the swaps to make them happen, but there was some sort of condition that prevented swapping back at some times. Roy named it "The Condition", and going by his note, he didn't figure out what it was.

I immediately try to follow his technique and will the swap to come. I visualize my body, focus on my identity, but 20 minutes later, I'm still stuck in Roy's flesh. When I looked in the mirror, I still see his regular brown eyes. No glow or anything.

Does this 'condition' he mentioned apply to my situation? Am I just a moment away from retrieving my life back? I need to figure out what it is.

Going over Roy's notes I began piecing together a picture of Roy's swapping experiences. Some were willing, some were not. Some were functional, but some were for no reason at all other than to swap. But after a few hours of going over the cases, I started noticing a pattern.

While swaps were able to occur at any time, reverse swaps would never work on days of a full moon or new moon! That's the only explanation! It fits in every swap Roy documented in this file. This must be it!

But then I stop. Wait, today isn't a full or new moon. Why am I not able to swap us back?

A new fear rushes in as I hear the apartment door open. "Yeah, and then we… Oh, hey Roy," says Roy in my body accompanied by a girl I used to know. She waves politely at me with a certain reservation. I guess he warned her about me… "So it's the last door on the left." He points to the bathroom. "Thanks. It'll be just a minute." She says, closing the door after her.

Roy in my body leans silently on the wall, checking his phone for messages while he waits for her to finish. I look at him with envy.

But then I see it. His eyes. That Glow. It was subtle, but it was definitely there.

I don't have Roy's swapping power.

He does.

It swapped along with his body.

Tears start forming in my eyes as I realize the only hope I had of getting back was never an option. Roy looks up from his phone to me. Seeing my pathetic face in ruin. He makes an expression I can't decipher. Maybe empathy, but probably pity.

My friend exits the bathroom. "Hey," Roy turns to her. "Wait for me in the car, ok? I need to close a small thing with Roy. "Sure. Don't be long." She said going out the door. "I won't." He answers.

We look at each other for a few quiet moments. "Listen, are you gay or something?" "What?" I ask confused. Still in tears. "You want to be me. You cry when you see me with girls. I can add 2 plus 2 you know." "Fucking ass." I spit out. He duped me into this mess. He should rot in hell. "Don't be a bitch man. This can't-" "Bitch!??" I cut him off. "This is all your fault! I'm like this because of you!"

I charge towards him. I'm stuck like this because of him! I needed him to know how much I suffer because of his recklessness! But Roy was quick enough to get out of the way.

"Ok Roy. Fine. You started this." "Fuck off!"

I charge again, and Roy slips to the side again. I stumble and crash onto the living room floor and feel great pain in my back. I scream in pain and frustration. This fucking weight. I start sweating again and smell Roy's body stench, but I can't concentrate on it. I feel my body grounded by another body.

"That's IT Roy!" He yells at me from above. He prevents me from getting up. God dammit why didn't Roy ever go to the gym? "Get off of me!" I shout. "Say your name." He commands me as I struggle. "Say your name Roy." "I'm telling you! I'm not Roy!" I cry out. "It's the deal man, it's the swap deal!"

My face explodes with massive pain. Roy punched me in the fucking face.

"SAY YOUR NAME." "You can still have it! You can still swap us back! Please! Remember!"

Bam. Another one. I hear my nose crack and start feeling the blood.

"This is going to keep happening until you say your fucking name Roy." "You're hurting me! Please! Your eyes! I can tell you have your power!"

This time it was a punch from the right. My head is spinning.

"You know what? Even if I did have this power, I would never swap with you!" He shouts at me. "You are PATHETIC." Punch. "You stay to slob at home. You have no friends. You're an ugly motherfucker that can't even accept who he is!" Another punch.

But he's right. This is me now. I can say whatever I want but the fact remains. I'm in his body, and I'm here. Permanently. And even if he could swap us, he will never do it after this."

"For the last time. Say. Your. Name." "Roy." I whimper. "Louder." "Roy." "Now the whole sentence. Shithead" "My name is Roy."

He lifts me and pushes me in front of a full-length mirror.

"Now say it like you mean it. Tell it to yourself"

I look at my pathetic excuse for a body. I see a chubby guy with a bloody face. I see black hair all over covering a dark skin.

"My name is Roy Alamin." "And don't you fucking forget it."

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peachhcs · 6 months ago

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sharks development camp

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a blurb of macklin talking to will about samy and their breakup while at the sharks development camp.

i got inspired from that one post i saw where will and macklin are roommates at the dev camp, so i produced this short little snippet. it's actually kind of cutie because will's being like an older brother in a way :)

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the two boys practically collapsed onto their beds as soon as they were back in the room. the few days they'd been in san jose were extremely fun, but also very exhausting. they were on the ice from sun up to sun down basically, so breaks were far and few between.

at least it was good for getting a full night's sleep because all the boys were out by the time the day finished. will rolled onto his side, reaching for his phone he stuffed into his backpack that was a little bit more than an arm's length away from him at the moment. he stretched a little bit farther and was able to wrap his fingers around the device in the side pocket.

he scanned down the list of notifications for anything important. there were a few texts from his mom and the family group chat, but other than that, things were pretty quiet on will's phone. it'd become a lot quieter now that there was no multiple messages from samy.

will didn't want to admit to himself that he missed seeing her name on his screen with about 10 different messages from her in the time he was at practice.

"can i ask you a bit of a..personal question?" macklin's voice broke will from his thoughts. the older boy rolled to the side macklin was on who stared up at the ceiling.

"what?"

"you're not a virgin, are you?" well, that definitely was a personal question. will's expression twisted for a second before shaking his head.

"uh..yeah, no. i'm not," shit. every. single. conversation. led will right back to samy. at least he didn't spiral this time unlike last time back at the combine where he pretty much made himself look super pathetic.

"okay, sorry. that was like..weird and personal. i don't know. i feel like every person i've talked to isn't and it makes me feel weird sometimes because like..i haven't done.." macklin trailed off realizing this was a weird conversation topic.

"no, it's fine. i get it. i was the same too for a long time," the blonde said and he felt like he was being some older brother right now.

"really?"

"yeah, i didn't like..actually do anything until i was 18," will said almost in embarrassment, but he knew that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about.

"oh. wow. was it like..a hookup or like.." macklin kept asking which will didn't mind. he kind of wished he had someone like himself when he was 16, 17, 18 to talk about all of this. none of his friends really talked about it a whole lot, or they did but it was always in a weird, gross way.

"no, it was with my ex girlfriend," will flinched saying ex girlfriend. it felt so weird calling samy that.

"wait, ex girlfriend?" macklin sat up, confusion on his features.

the blonde's face flushed a little, "oh, i guess we haven't really told people. uh, samy and i broke up."

he watched the brunette's eyes widen in shock, "you broke up? when?"

"like..early june?"

"wait, why? i thought you two were like..oh my god, is that why samy like avoided you when you came over and talked to us at the draft?" macklin's eyes widened in realization.

"yeah..basically. i don't know. i..i kind of realize it was a shitty decision on my part, but i don't really know how to fix it," the older boy admitted, sitting up some.

"did something happen? like what happened?"

"nothing bad..i just..i freaked a bit when i signed on last month. i think i got into my head a little too much and i made the decision without talking it out before i did. she won't talk to me really, though so i can't talk to her," will shrugged, a frown on his lips.

"oh, wow. i'm sorry. i didn't know," the brunette frowned too.

"don't worry. it's my fault and i kind of deserve being avoided."

"maybe i can talk to her? she kind of took beckett and i under her wing at the draft, so maybe we can talk her up," macklin laughed a little.

"no, it's fine. i'll see her anyway at our family vacation, so maybe i can..talk to her or something," will waved the boy off.

"well, if it's any consolation, i think she'd take you back if she heard you out. from what i knew, you guys really cared about each other," macklin shrugged a bit.

"thanks, i appreciate that," will managed a small smile.

the two started getting into talking about something else, but samy lingered on will's mind for the rest of the night. when macklin fell asleep will seriously thought about reaching out to her. his finger hovered above the send button and he deleted and retyped a bunch of messages, but he ultimately decided he shouldn't because why would she even want hear from him anyway?

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writeforfandoms · 1 year ago

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Listening In 4

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Well, here we are. The end of this little series. This took me a lot longer to finish than I originally planned, and I apologize for that. I hope the tooth rotting fluff makes up for it.

Warnings: Fluff, cavity inducing sweetness, Feels, idiots in love, piv sex, dirty talk, and they lived happily ever after.

Word count: 4.6k

Soap and Ghost made it back to the 141 safely, and Price congratulated them on a job well done.

Life moved on. There was always another op.

But Soap kept thinking back to that op. To their little waitress.

And she most certainly was theirs, now. Just thinking about the way she'd whimpered under him was enough to get Soap riled up.

Soap texted her as often as he could, which was almost daily. Ghost, he knew, didn't text nearly as much.

But when he did… well. When Ghost wanted to, he was a right bastard.

Like the time he sent their waitress an audio recording of the two of them. That was well worth it.

Of course, it wasn't just audio recordings and the occasional video call.

Soap managed to detour to see their waitress for half a day on the way back from an op. Ghost, lucky bastard, had an entirely accidental two day layover, most of which was spent in her bed. And that wasn't all of it - the two found themselves stopping by to see her as often as possible.

It wasn't until Soap and Ghost had leave together and arranged to go see her again for a whole week that either of them thought more of it.

"Hey, Si?"

Simon grunted, cracking open one eye above his plain medical mask. That was the more plane-friendly look.

"Think we're a bit looney."

Simon barked a laugh, closing his eyes again. "Just now figuring that out?" He drawled, amused.

Johnny huffed with quiet laughter. "Maybe," he admitted. Simon's lack of distress helped put him at ease, though.

Soon, they'd be off the plane. And then they could surprise their pretty little waitress.

They had a lot of ideas they wanted to try out, after all.

–

You'd had an awful day. An opening shift rife with assholes and a few too many pinches. You were tired, achey, aggravated.

Honestly, you wanted to go home and cry and ignore the rest of the world for a while.

So when your phone rang, you almost ignored it without even checking it. Almost.

“Johnny?” you scrambled to answer it as soon as you saw who was calling. “What’s up?”

“Got a bit of a surprise for ye, gorgeous.” Johnny sounded far too pleased.

“Yeah?” You dodged an idiot who wasn’t watching where he was going, huffing softly. “And what’s that?”

“You at home?”

You didn’t quite startle at the question, but you did pause. “Not yet,” you said slowly. “Heading there, though. What did you do?”

Johnny laughed. “So little faith! It’s a good thing, promise.”

You shook your head. “Alright, if you say so. Do I need to check my mailbox or something?”

“Not exactly,” he hedged. “Ye’ll see soon, promise.”

You sighed but gave up. “Alright, sure. I need to go, it’s crowded out here today.”

“Okay. Get home safe.” Johnny paused there for a moment, like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t.

“Will do,” you agreed and hung up. A little abrupt, maybe, but you were tired. You didn’t have your normal energy for his silliness.

The walk home was too loud and too crowded, with people jostling into you. You were so tired and so done you wanted to cry by the time you finally got into the elevator.

The elevator opened onto your floor and you got three trudging steps off before you halted.

Johnny and Simon stood outside your door, facing you. Johnny was grinning, bright and a little mischievous.

You didn't let them say anything. You just walked straight into Johnny, winding your arms around him and hiding your face against his chest.

"Hey, gorgeous," Johnny cooed, one big hand rubbing your back soothingly. "Happy to see us?"

"Yeah," you agreed softly. "Also fucking tired."

"Long day?" His voice softened with sympathy.

Your laugh was dry and a little too close to tears. "Could say that."

Johnny hummed in wordless concern, holding you closer and pressing his cheek to the top of your head. "Poor gorgeous," he murmured. "C'mon, let's head inside, aye?"

You breathed in deep and let go of him, grabbing your keys. Simon plucked them from you, and you blinked. But moments later you were all inside.

Simon guided you to the couch and pushed you down to sit. You blinked at him, startled. He just motioned you to wait while he brought water.

"What's goin' on?" Johnny dropped down next to you, pulling you into his side with an arm around your shoulders.

You blew out a breath, shoulders dropping. "Just life stuff," you dismissed, or tried to. "Nothing like your shit." They'd told you some, a little, mostly that they were military and had unpredictable schedules. You didn't blame them, not at all, and it explained the odd absences.

"Tell us anyway." Johnny gave you a gentle little shake, eyes warm and focused on you.

Simon dropped down on your other side, setting water on the table in front of you, leaving you nowhere to run. Of course. These two were practiced, moving in an easy tandem in and out of the bedroom. Which they often used against you. Like right now.

You huffed, half exasperated and half amused. "Just. Work sucked today. Few too many shitty people."

"And?" Simon drawled, knowing that wasn't the end of it. You'd ranted to him about work and handsy guys before.

"And my rent is going up," you finally admitted on a sigh. "It's just enough that I'm thinking of moving or downgrading."

Johnny hummed soft sympathy, pulling you closer. "Job hunt hasn't turned up anything?"

"Not yet." You made a face. "It's just frustrating, that's all. I'll get through it."

"We'll come back to that." Johnny pressed a kiss to the side of your head, easy and affectionate as ever. "What's yer schedule, gorgeous?"

You blinked, thrown off a bit by the question. "Tomorrow I'm off, the next two days I have closing shifts, then two mid shifts, then two more days off," you said after a moment of thought. "Not sure beyond that. Why?"

"Well, we've got a week," Johnny said, grinning at you. "Was hopin' to spend a good bit of that with ye."

"You… are far too sweet." You smiled, relaxing between the two of them. "Next you're gonna say you've got a better idea about my job and apartment situation."

Silence. Damning silence. You turned slowly to look at Johnny, who was busy looking anywhere but you. Simon scoffed softly.

"You'd think he'd have learned to lie by now," Simon added conversationally, one big hand landing on your thigh.

"Ah can lie!" Johnny immediately defended himself. "Just. Not to. Well. The two o' ye."

Your heart swelled at being so blatantly lumped in with Simon, your shock plain to see. Oh, sure, you knew these two liked you - they kept visiting you, after all.

But this was something totally different.

"Nope," you decided. "We are tabling that because I cannot be a rational person right now."

Simon leaned closer to your back, his bulk bleeding warmth into the scant space between you. "Don't be rational, then," he murmured. "What're you thinking, dove?"

"Very non-feminist thoughts," you drawled, shivering briefly as Simon pressed even closer.

"Tell us." Simon scooted forward, slowly but inexorably pressing you closer to Johnny, who looked more than willing.

You groaned softly. Simon had a way of getting you to admit to things you wouldn't otherwise, something you both loved and hated. "Really?"

"Be a good girl for me." He was so close now you could feel his mask just brush the shell of your ear.

"Not fair," you complained weakly, swallowing hard. But Simon squeezed your thigh and you folded. "I was thinking I'd let you both whisk me away anywhere you wanted." You ducked your head to hide in Johnny's chest, flustered.

"There's our sweet girl," Johnny cooed, immediately pulling you closer, until you were sort of situated on his lap.

"We'll discuss that tomorrow," Simon murmured, pressing in against your back again until you were sandwiched in warmth. "We have time."

You huffed but didn't object, just relaxing between them. You were warm, you were tired, and they were very comforting. Honestly, you were tempted to just sleep between them.

"Have you eaten yet?" Simon asked, thumb rubbing your thigh slowly.

"No," you admitted, grumpy because you knew that meant he'd move.

Simon huffed a little laugh. At your attitude, undoubtedly. "We'll take care of dinner," he assured you. "You want anything in particular?"

"Don't really care," you admitted, covering his hand with yours to link your fingers through his.

"Don't fall asleep on us yet, gorgeous," Johnny huffed with amusement.

"Shut up," you grumbled, nestling in closer and relaxing. "Comfortable."

They both laughed quietly, but neither of them moved, letting you soak in the comfort you so needed.

If they kept this up, you'd do anything for them.

Finally, you released them both and squirmed away, because otherwise you really would fall asleep. And that would be bad.

Simon took charge of dinner, as promised, and you didn't have to do a thing. Johnny "helped" you change into more comfortable clothes (here meaning he shamelessly ogled you and got a little hands-on but you didn't let him totally derail you).

Simon even folded his mask up just over his nose to eat with you and Johnny, which was still new enough to be thrilling, even though it wasn't the first time.

It was very comfortable, being so domestic with them. It really was strange - you hadn't known them long, not in the overall scheme of things, but you were so comfortable with them.

Sometimes you wondered about impossible things. Dinners at dining tables and breakfasts in bed and exhausting yourself with the two of them.

"Gorgeous?" Johnny touched your hand, frowning a little.

You blinked rapidly and looked at him. "Hm?"

"Where'd ye go?" He gently closed his fingers over your hand, ducking his head a little to hold your gaze.

You smiled and shook your head. "Just thinking. Sorry. Been a long day."

The two exchanged a quick look, a world of communication in that one look. It almost made you ache to think about how long they'd been together, to have such wordless communication.

"Do ye want us here tonight?" Johnny asked, squeezing your hand gently. "Or should we go back to our hotel?"

"Stay." Your heart lurched. You'd blurted that out too fast, too earnest. Revealed too much.

But Johnny just grinned, like he'd been hoping for that. Even Simon quirked a half smile.

"Good!" Johnny leaned close to smack an intentionally loud kiss to your cheek, just to make you laugh. "Wanna watch a movie?"

And back you settled into the simple domestic bliss, letting them squish you between them on your couch, laughing at their antics, comforted by their warmth. Neither one made a move for more, both accepting easy kisses from you.

It didn't occur to you until you were settled in bed between them, Johnny already clinging to your front while Simon curled like a shield between your back and the rest of the world, that you'd do anything to keep this.

Simon was already up when you woke, Johnny taking a well-deserved lie-in with you. Breakfast was easy, relaxed.

But you remembered the promise to talk about your current situation today. Honestly, you'd rather get it over with sooner than later, or your anxiety would be out of control.

"So," you started as you washed the dishes. Johnny was drying while Simon put everything away. (And the fact that he knew without having to ask inspired feelings that you tucked away to be examined later.) "Sounded like you two had a plan for dealing with my woes."

Johnny snorted. "Something like that," he agreed.

"Had an idea," Simon corrected without looking at either of you.

"Alright, let's hear it." You glanced at them both, undeniably curious.

Johnny breathed in slowly. "Well," he started slowly. "Was thinkin' we could help ye find a place. Closer to us. If ye wanted."

"Closer to you?" You looked between the two, the dish in your hands all but forgotten. "Like, England?"

"If you want." Simon spoke quietly, finally looking at you, gaze assessing.

You nodded slowly, letting the idea sit as you scrubbed at a pan. That would be a big move for you. Very different. You didn't even know if you'd be able to find a job there, or how you'd find a job. How expensive would it be to move?

Although, really, considering how you felt about these two… maybe it was time to have another talk, too.

"I have questions first."

"'Course," Johnny murmured, his foot nudging into yours as he looked at you earnestly.

You licked your lips, debating how to proceed. Because, really, you were pretty sure you could figure out the rest of it, depending on one factor.

"Why?" You handed off the pan to Johnny and grabbed an extra towel to dry your hands. "Is this just, like, a convenience thing for you two? Or is this something more?"

Johnny blew out a breath. "Cut right to the heart of things," he muttered, a little wry. "It's not for convenience."

You didn't move, still watching him, towel held tightly in your hands, all but forgotten. "Johnny, please."

Johnny dropped his head for a moment before glancing at Simon. Simon shook his head a little, just once. Johnny swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and then nodded.

"Truth is, gorgeous, we wanna see ye more. All the time, if we could. We like ye. More'n we should, prob'ly. And…"

You breathed in slowly, leaning closer to him. "Johnny."

He blinked at you, setting the pan down.

"You're absolutely daft if you think I'd have let you both keep coming back if I didn't care for you deeply already." You quirked a little smile, the words coming easier now that you'd seen him near fumbling his own words.

Johnny blinked and slowly lit up, stepping right into your space. "Yeah?"

"Yes," you confirmed, amused. "Honestly. Simon knew, didn't you?"

But when you looked at him, Simon simply looked away.

You blinked, flabbergasted, jaw dropping. And then you started laughing, completely unable to stop yourself. At the near-twin disgruntled looks, you flapped a hand, trying to stifle your laughter long enough to explain.

"I've been completely gone on you two for months," you managed. "And none of us was smart enough to know it." You promptly devolved again, hand over your mouth.

They both froze completely, going quite still. Then Johnny grabbed you with a laugh, yanking your hands away from your face to kiss you thoroughly. No sooner had he released you than Simon grabbed you, mask pulled up so he could kiss the breath out of you.

Panting, you finally pulled away from him too, looking at the both of them as the enormity of what you'd said and how they'd reacted hit you.

Clearly you weren't the only one attached here.

You curled a hand into Simon's shirt, your free hand taking Johnny's wrist as you towed them both to the couch. (Only because they let you but you'd take it.)

"Tell me more about your idea." You pushed Simon down to sit on the couch and settled yourself in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Johnny pressed up against your back, hands at your hips.

"We'd help ye find a job," Johnny murmured into your ear, squeezing your hips. "Get ye all settled."

"Doesn't have to be a flat," Simon rumbled, hands big and warm on your sides, thumbs rubbing the skin just under your breasts.

"Could do a house," Johnny agreed immediately, nipping the shell of your ear. "Big enough for the three of us."

You sucked in a breath, biting your lip. Oh now that was temptation. "Somewhere to stay during your time off?" You rolled your hips down into Simon's lap and grinned when his grip immediately tightened on you.

"And someone to come home to." Johnny bit your neck gently, humming in satisfaction at your little noise.

"Fuck." You rolled your hips again, biting your lip. "If you're not serious about this–"

"We are." Simon bumped his hips up into yours, letting you feel the growing hardness there. "Very serious."

"Give us the word, and we'll do it." Johnny nipped down your neck to your shoulder, hands still on your hips moving you to a slow, steady rhythm against Simon.

You shuddered, grinding down harder. "Let's do it," you agreed, a little breathless. "Please."

Johnny groaned softly and pressed you down harder into Simon, biting down gently on the back of your shoulder. Simon rucked your sleep shirt up and quickly pulled it off, his hands settling against your skin.

Any other time, you might tease them about how fast clothes vanished, but right now? You didn’t say a word. Partially because Johnny had tipped your head back to kiss you while Simon took over guiding your hips against his, the feeling more intense now without barriers between you two.

“Johnny,” Simon grunted, fingers tightening.

Johnny hummed into the kiss before he pulled back, eyes already gone dark with desire. “Mm?”

“Duffel bag,” was all Simon said, but Johnny seemed to understand, because he disentangled himself and stepped away.

“Really?” you half-whined, pouting at Simon. You’d been enjoying being between the two of them, dammit.

Simon had the gall to chuckle at you, one hand cupping your cheek and bringing you closer. “Just getting some supplies,” he murmured, soft and soothing. “Won’t take him a minute, dove.”

He was proven right by Johnny coming up behind you again, pressing his front to your back and dropping a condom into Simon’s hand. You warmed and ducked your head, a little embarrassed you’d forgotten about that.

“C’mere, gorgeous,” Johnny cooed in your ear, arms wrapping tight around your waist and pulling you back into his warmth. And subsequently giving Simon the space he needed to put on the condom. “Gonna let me fuck ye after, gorgeous?”

“You want to?” You didn’t look away from Simon, though, watching his hands settle on your thighs.

“Oh, aye,” Johnny agreed, low and rough. “Very much.”

You hummed softly, running your fingers over his arm still around your waist. “After, then.”

Johnny nipped the back of your shoulder and moved the two of you forward, guiding your hips up. Simon simply watched, one big hand on your thigh.

“Ready for me, dove?” Simon watched you closely, fingers rubbing against your skin.

“More than.” You started to sink down slowly, only for Johnny to tsk and guide you, controlling the pace. You swallowed hard, not entirely sure why that was so exciting… but it very much was.

“Look at you, gorgeous,” Johnny murmured once you were settled fully against Simon’s lap, hands clenched on his shoulders. “So pretty for us.”

You huffed softly at him, wiggling a little, getting used to the stretch of Simon in you. His hands smoothed up your sides to your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples.

When you moved, Johnny quickly took control again, hands moving you to a rhythm he liked. Simon seemed content to let Johnny move you, head tilted back against the couch as he watched you with dark eyes, still gently teasing you. Heat built between the three of you, and you tipped your head back onto Johnny’s shoulder.

“Johnny…” You whined, just a little, trying to move faster. Johnny didn’t allow you.

“Hm? Somethin’ ye want, gorgeous?” he teased, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“More? Please?” Your breath caught in your throat when he bit down gently, hands tightening on you.

“What d’ye think, Si?” Johnny asked, low and teasing. “Think she’s earned it?”

“Johnny,” Simon growled, hips finally stuttering up into yours, “if you don’t, I will. And I’ll keep her.”

Johnny laughed quietly but moved you faster, until you were gasping and shivering between the two. Your hands roamed restlessly over Simon, trying to make him feel as good as you felt. Your thighs trembled, back arching.

A second set of hands joined Johnny’s at your hips, their fingers intertwining, before Simon tightened his grip and held you still. You lifted your head, confused, only for him to lift his hips up into you instead. Your lips parted, jaw dropping, eyes going hazy with pleasure.

“C’mon, gorgeous,” Johnny goaded softly in your ear. “Make a mess of him for me.”

A few more hard thrusts from Simon and you did just that, whimpering through the rolling pleasure of your orgasm.

Simon didn’t even slow down, fingers tight on your hips, chasing his own pleasure now. Your overstimulated whines only spurred him on until you leaned forward, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

And bit down.

He swore as he came, hips stuttering, grip almost punishingly tight. He finally stilled against you, grip slowly relaxing.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Johnny murmured, carefully moving one hand to rub a hand up and down your back. “Both of ye.”

You huffed against Simon’s neck, an action he mirrored. You grinned, amused, and relaxed between the two for the moment.

“Still alright, gorgeous?” Johnny asked after a few moments, hand lingering at the nape of your neck.

“Haven’t forgotten you,” you assured him, sitting up again, despite the way your legs shook. “How do you…?”

Simon hummed softly, moving slowly to give you time to move with him. He situated himself longways on the couch, your knees on either side of him, one of his legs on the floor to make more room.

“I’ve got you, dove,” he murmured, taking hold of your hands and linking your fingers together. The couch dipped behind you as Johnny moved too, giving your back one more soothing stroke before there was a rip of foil.

“Could get used to this,” Johnny murmured, only half-teasing, pressing against your back. “Quite a view from here.”

“I’m sure you’ll get to see more like it,” you agreed. “After we figure out the move.”

Johnny groaned softly at the reminder. “Fuckin’ temptress, you are,” he muttered, one hand on your hip holding you steady as he slid into you. He wasn’t quite the same stretch as Simon, but he still felt divine.

He didn’t give you slow, though. He started moving hard, startling a little yelp out of you.

“Easy, dove,” Simon murmured, sweet in contrast to Johnny. “Hold on to me, yeah?”

You could do nothing but obey, holding tight to Simon’s hands even as Johnny slid one hand up to your back to the nape of your neck, gently pushing you down until your chest pressed to Simon’s.

“Doin’ so well, dove,” Simon rumbled, squeezing your hands gently. “He feel good?”

“Yes,” you managed on a gasp, as Johnny drove harder into you, hitting somehow deeper. “Fuck!”

Johnny groaned, hand squeezing your nape. “Beautiful,” he muttered again, almost worshipful. “What d’ye need, gorgeous?”

You nearly choked when Johnny did something that hit a spot that sent sparks all through you. And then he hit it again. And again. Until you needed Simon’s support, moving as best you could with Johnny, making too many noises. Johnny was little better behind you, swearing softly but vehemently.

“Close, dove?” Simon asked, eyes bright as he watched you. “Need a little more, hm?” He released one hand, sliding it down between the two of you. Two gentle fingers circled your clit and you whined, shaking. “Good fucking girl.”

You were gone. That was all it took. You shook apart between the two of them, briefly unaware of anything beyond the burning, rolling pleasure.

You slumped fully against Simon, panting, shivering still. Johnny followed close behind you, muffling his whines against the back of your shoulder, hips pressed flush to yours. He didn’t back off when he was done, staying pressed against you so the three of you were a sweaty heap.

“Up, Johnny,” Simon finally ordered, both hands now soothing up and down your sides.

Johnny groaned theatrically but got up, pressing one last kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Think you can get up?” Simon asked softly. “Or do you need a minute longer?”

You puffed out your cheeks. “Let’s find out.” You stood carefully, letting him hold one of your hands to help keep you steady. Your knees wobbled but held, at least long enough to get you to the bathroom.

Simon herded you back to bed, where water waited for all three of you, a laptop already set up with a movie. You smiled, both touched and amused at his thoughtfulness.

“I vote we do nothing the rest of the day,” you muttered, crawling into bed.

“Nothing?” Johnny asked, moving over you to box you between himself and Simon. “At all?” He pouted at you, over the top.

“Well, maybe a little something,” you gave in with an easy grin, cuddling between the two of them. “After we’ve rehydrated a bit.”

“Smart woman.” Simon settled against you, relaxed. “We’ve still got days, dove.”

The reminder made you smile, an entirely different kind of warmth bubbling away in your chest. “Yes, we do.”

–

Johnny stood at the end of the terminal, anxiously shifting his weight from foot to foot. Next to him, Simon was still as stone, gaze fixed on the steady flow of people coming out of the terminal.

Johnny checked his phone again, unable to help himself. It had been two whole minutes since he'd last checked. Still no new update from you.

Not that he was entirely surprised. You'd had a long flight, had to gather your things.

Well. Some of your things. The rest were being shipped, something Simon had arranged and paid for over your half-hearted protests.

Finally, finally, he spotted you walking towards them. You were clearly tired, dressed down, looking a little limp.

And you were still one of the lost gorgeous things he'd ever seen.

Johnny pounced as soon as you were past the last gate, picking you up in his arms and swinging you around in a hug. You yelped and laughed, clinging to him just as hard.

"Hi," you said, a little breathless, grinning up at him.

"Hi yerself." Johnny finally set you back on your feet, though he didn't release you yet.

"Flight alright?" Simon asked, putting a gentle hand against your back.

"Long and boring." You shrugged, poking Johnny until he released you so you could turn to hug Simon instead. Johnny's heart melted at the sight of you wrapped up in Simon's arms.

"You're home now," Simon murmured, almost too quiet for even Johnny to catch.

Johnny did melt at that, throwing himself into the hug and making you laugh, a little watery.

"Almost," you murmured, squeezing both of them. "Come on, I'm eager to get out of here. I didn't sleep a wink."

That was all it took for Johnny to take your backpack, Simon taking charge of your luggage, both ignoring your spluttering protests with aplomb. They loaded up the car (Simon's) and Johnny let you have the front seat.

The house they'd chosen was out of the way, at the end of a quiet neighborhood, with plenty of garden space.

And a huge master bedroom.

Simon parked, and you blinked awake again. Johnny had to resist the urge to cook at how cute you looked. He hopped out first and opened your door for you, eager to bring you inside. Simon brought your things in, letting Johnny unlock the door and usher you in.

Johnny watched with an overfull heart as you turned a slow circle, eyes huge as you looked around.

"Welcome home, sweetheart." Simon and Johnny squished you between them, trading off kissing you.

They had all the time in the world now.

#listening in #f!reader #johnny “soap” mactavish x you #simon “ghost” riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x johnny “soap” mactavish x you #simon “ghost” riley x johnny “soap” mactavish x reader

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locallixie · 2 years ago

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Nip piercing, pleeease?

nipple piercings ; boyfriend!stray kids' reactions

🖇—...boyfriend!stray kids' reactions to their s/o having nipple piercings.

✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ; mature, boyfriend!stray kids, established relationship, gn!reader.

✧.* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; minor language, general sexual themes, nipple-play.

bang chan—...

You didn’t tell him beforehand about getting your nipples done. And if you did, boy would he give you an earful.

When he saw them in person however, he was stunned—in a good way of course. He would have talked you out of getting such a risky piercing, but damn did it turned out looking hot as hell.

“Um…They— They looked nice.” He smiled shyly, hiding his reddened face with your shirt. It made him a little excited, if he’s completely honest. The metal shining under the bedroom light, bringing the focal point to your nipples.

"Did it hurt?" He questioned, gazing at the silver metal on your perked nipples.

You smirked, "Like hell, the girl who was doing it had to play around with them so she could get the angle right." Getting this piercing done was an interesting experience to say the least, it would be so much more fun if he was there with you. Maybe they might have him getting you up since he's your boyfriend.

The coldness gliding upon his lips as he kissed your chest, other hand toying with the metal on your nipple. Weirdly, this mix of temperature enhanced your sexual desires. Shit, you might be into temperature play?!

lee know—...

To be completely honest? He finds it pretty hot if you asked him. Though, he wouldn’t recommend you getting this piercing but he have to admit that you pulled it off well.

The fact that you didn’t reveal a word about having your nipples pierced, saving it until it was one of your more ‘intimate’ nights made it such a great surprise. He was making out with you like how he would usually eased you into the main course, slowly getting rid of your clothing. That was when his eyes met with two shiny metal on your nipples as he finally took off your shirt.

“Oh, this is new?” He was a little taken back by your bold move, teasingly yet curiously examining them in with his fingers.

You smiled, “Do you like them?”

Minho leaned down, laying his lips on your torso as he slowly moved down to your hard nipples. “You look pretty with them, baby.” Speaking while his hands began to knead them, drawing lewd sounds from your mouth.

changbin—...

At first, he didn't quite know how to react. He likes you, but doesn't really like that piercing in particular. And now you both came into one, it's just a bit much to handle!

However, after a while, he began to like it more. Every-time seeing it peeps out from under your shirt, he can't help but get a hard-on. You look so god-damn sexy with them on every-time he gets to see them in its entirety.

"I think you're starting to like them a little too much." You averted your gaze, trying not to make any loud noises. He kept touching your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt, kneading them gently between his fingers.

He grinned sweetly, "I don't know, they're just kinda fun to play with, especially when I get to tease you like this~" That's fair, you like gropping his buff chest so guessed this is payback.

hyunjin—...

That's quite...a reckless move for you. Sure, he support and everything but damn. He didn't think you would go this crazy, though, he isn't saying that he's any better. With the image he is going for himself, you two look more like a couple than you ever did.

"You're kinda bold for getting your nipples pierced." Hyunjin commented.

"Yeah, said the bitch who dyed his hair an obnoxious red." Immediately at each other's throats. Oddly enough, I think he would get it on himself if he wanted to.

han—...

You didn't tell him, he had to figure out for himself. While cuddling with each other on the couch during one of your movie nights, he got distracted midway through the movie when he kept staring at the thing poking from under your shirt. What is that? Did you recently developed a skin condition of some sort? He's a little concerned.

The thought doesn't leave his mind all throughout the next twenty minutes of the movie playing on the T.V screen. Finally, it got unbearable, he just have to know what that is! You felt shivers running down your spin, his thumbs was brushing against your nipples through your shirt.

"Jisung...? What are you doing?" You asked, even if he couldn't see your red blushing face, he could still tell from the bashful expression you have on your face.

Pulling his hands away in a panicked manner, "Sorry! It's just...there's something under your shirt."

In a very casual, as if it was not big news. "Oh that? I got my nipples pierced." Jisung was immediately taken back, wide eyes staring in a confused amazement.

"You need a better look?" You teased, gently grabbing his hands.

felix—...

He knew beforehand since you had personally asked him to come acompany you. Out of confusion and pure admiration, he went along. Felix might try to talk you out of it, even though he is all for 'your body, your choice.'

"Are you sure you want this? Do you need to hold my hand?" Bombarding you with questions regarding his concerns, while you were taking off your shirt as calm as ever.

He needed to hold your hand, he needed support more than you it seems. It was a quick process, two stabs and done. Though he was asked by the piercer to play around with your nipples to get it up, which he was embarrassed to do in front of an audience.

"You look nice!" He beamed like always, maybe it was because your were his lover so he is clearly biased, but he genuinely thought they were not too bad.

seungmin—...

“Like on your nipples?” Seungmin did understand what you say, he was just the very bit dumbfounded as he tried to digest the information you had sprung onto him. Should he stop you before you make a reckless decision? Or let you do whatever you please since it is your life anyways, and he isn’t paid enough to care too much?

You said nothing, simply lifting your shirt up for him to see. “Oh.” A word passed his lips, gazing intently at the shining metals that adorned your nipples.

Gradually, as you could see the tint of red surfacing on his cheeks till his ears. He had nothing to say, his mind had nothing to say. God, this was out of nowhere.

i.n—...

Put it away! Put the nipples away! When he said he wanted confirmation, your words are enough, there’s no need for showing him without a warning like that! Hiding his face behind his hands, he turned around with wanting to be respectful.

“Do you like them?” You smiled innocently, holding your shirt lifted. He looks so cute when he is embarrassed, you would like to tease him a bit more!

His whole face was entirely red, “If I say I do, will you put down your shirt?”

“Yes, compliment me now!” Replied to him, you toyed around with the metal piercings on your sensitive nipples in attempt to entice him.

The more he tried to hide himself, the redder he became. “They’re nice! They’re really nice!” He gave you a quick response, which of course didn’t satisfy you.

“You’re not even looking at them!”

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omoghouls · 16 days ago

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takes hit of comically large joint. well hi there

no but fr i was so honored when i saw u liked my silco omo post <3 ur a legend in the tumblr fandomo space ngl also im pretty sure ur ghost fics were what made me realize im into omo in the first place? massive shout out to u for that.

anyways. as an offering, more silcomo thoughts for you:

i think he's very much a fear wetter. fear and pain are the most likely culprits for any and all accidents he has. he's like a metal gear solid character in that way (i've been playing way too much mgs lately and it shows, but man does that franchise have some top notch wetting scenes)

singed being the first person to find out that he has a weak bladder because he fully wet himself on the operating table when singed gave him his first shimmer injection. silco was absolutely mortified but singed literally barely noticed because he was too Locked In (autism king). when he did notice, he just kinda shrugged and was like "happens sometimes" as any good amoral but nice doctor would

for years, singed was the only one that knew, until sevika noticed the accident he definitely had in ep 3 during his fight with vander. definitely a jarring experience for her, because she just jumped in front of an explosion to save this man whom she's only ever seen fully in control, and now he's (very loudly; the little bridge thing was made of metal and he was slightly lifted off the ground, just imagine the pitter patter sound that must've made) releasing his bladder into his pants because someone grabbed his throat. she didn't say anything at the time, but afterwards would remind him of it every now and then, whenever he annoyed her a bit too much.

ok. that's all. goodbye

- @eroticism-of-the-machine (op of the silco fear wetting post)

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH- I mean *twirls hair* I am so normal about this.

Omggg yes THOUGH that man might be posed and meticulous on how his appearance/upkeep of crime boss is kept, but his bladder is permanently stuck in the flight side of fight or flight 😎

He could blame it on those years of inhaling w/e chemicals in the mines or something to do with the shimmer, but deep down, Silco knows the truth- but he'll be damned if he'd ever admit to that (he'd rather these fear wettings be seen a shortsighted accident than the truth that his bladder might not be as strong as his persona is)

Oh Sev would 1000% keep that memory tucked away as ammo- she knows Silco will only roll his eyes and be done with the conversation, but she knows it strikes a more sensitive nerve with him 😎

#m #omorashi #omocute #silco #also omggg???🥺

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My thoughts on Star, and A Starless Clan as a whole:

Spoilers ahead for A Starless clan amd a bit of Ivypool's Heart if it wasn't obvious. Time for me to go on a rant! It's gonna feature me mostly gushing about Frostpaw because she's the only character with enough substance to talk in length about. But I've got other things to talk about too I guess. Lets get into it:

As usual, Frostpaw was the best character of the book and honestly the most relatable. She kept Going Through It until basically the very end and I felt so bad for her.

What I am glad about though is that she got the killing blow on Splashtail! Fuck yeah that's my baby girl <3

But he did get a hit in on her before the end and left her basically comatose which was tragic. Reading Frostpaw drift in and out of consciousness and what she saw while knocked out was really cool tho. I especially liked that she got to have deeper conversations with Curlfeather. She wanted so desperately for her mother to admit fault, to show some remose for her actions. Instead Curlfeather kept focusing on how Splashtail ruined her plans, and how he's to blame. All she wanted to do was protect Frostpaw and Riverclan. There wasn't the slightest bit of remorse at all. It was so tragic reading Frostpaw wishing her mother would hold herself accountable. It really hit home with me. In the end, Curlfeather couldn't face the truth and left Frostpaw behind to conclude her mother wasn't a good person and learn to accept that so she could move on. Heartwrenching stuff imo

I got really sad when Frostpaw started taking a turn for the worse and finally got to see Starclan. She got to meet her dad and was so happy, he made her realize that she needs to focus on herself and her happiness instead of worrying about everyone else's needs. Nobody understands how fucking Relatable that is to me. Nobody come near me rn.

Frostpaw wanted so badly to finally give up and be at peace. She wanted to be happy and relax, and to help in other ways. As much as that would have crushed me for her arc to conclude with her death, it really did feel like a good end for her. She would have done so well as a Starclan messenger. She deserves the rest. Sadly the narrative didn't want that to be the end of her, so she got to come back. Hooray /s

I like the medicine cat name she was given! Frostdawn is pretty (although I am lowkey disappointed she wasn't named Frostfeather, and that's not because I wanted her sharing a name with Curlfeather. I've got an oc named Frostfeather and it would have been amazing for a canon POV character to have that name too. Alas).

I'm also going crazy over the fact that her and Whistlepaw (now Whistlebreeze) got named together. I love these two lesbians so much its insane. The speech Frostpaw gave Whistlebreeze about being a good medicine cat and how grateful she was to have been saved by her? I'm planning their wedding as we speak

Frostdawn ended up choosing Icewing as Riverclan's leader, which was the obvious choice from the start imo. Also very predictable but what do I expect from a series written for 6th graders? I'm still salty as hell we got to see her leader ceremony but never Squirrelstar's.

I find it weird that Icewing was against Frostpaw in the beginning of Wind but then came around to "omg you were right" because Splashtail got mean. It was kind ooc for her, but then again she stopped having a bigger role during that book up until the end of Star.

Why tf was Icewing's voice the loudest that Frostpaw heard when cats started singing to bring her back to life? Also how tf were regular warriors able to sing to reach Frostpaw's spirit? I get that Tree was with them, and Icewing had spent a few days with The Sisters in Ivypool's super edition, but it doesn't explain how they were able to get that power. Also it was "all the she-cats that love [Frostpaw]" which included cats such as Duskfur and Mothwing who'd been mean to her throughout a good chunk of the arc... ok. Anyways.

All of A Starless Clan should have been soley in Frostdawn's point of view. Nightheart and Sunbeam barely brought anything to the table

Might as well talk about them. I like how Nightheart's character arc finished. He wasn't a jerk by the end and started being more respectful. His POV felt pointless most of the time, but I liked getting a glimpse of the inside of Riverclan during the height of Splashtail's reign (more on that soon)

Sunbeam's POV was completely unnecessary. While I liked that we got deeper thoughts on Berryheart as a result of Sunbeam, I don't think we really needed it for the story. I don't even think the way things wrapped up between them was good.

I'm gonna talk about Berryheart now because she's more interesting. I've come to the conclusion that the Erins dropped the ball with her as a villan. By the end, she was nothing more than a traitor in every single way. She was untrustworthy and I cheered when she died. She should have died 3 books ago if she wasn't gonna do anything worthwhile. No her trying to get Shadowclan on her side to let her be leader in the end qhike trying to convice them to rise up against Riverclan was not good. It was stupid as hell, almost as stupid as her joining Riverclan and becoming its deputy

I'm gonna talk about Splashtail but there's not a lot to say that I haven't already (but I will repeat myself). It felt like the Erins were trying to remake Tigerclawstar and his villan arc with Splashtail. Think about it. Ambitious, broad shouldered, dark brown tabby tom, who conspired with cats from another clan to kill their leader in order to gain power for themself? Check. A merger of Shadowclan and Riverclan? Check. Evil cat wanting to rule all the clans? Check. A deputy slain for having a different opinion? Check that off too.

As stated before the only differences between Tigerclawstar and Splashtail was that Splashtail was a lazy coward, Tigerstar actually belived in Starclan and its strength, and Splashtail had none of the charm or support that Tigerclawstar had. Also Splashtail had to resort to threatening the life of kits to get cats to do what he wanted, while Tigerclan followed Tigerclawstar's rule because he was formidable and had cats in it who truly believed in him and his vision for the future

Splashtail was written to be so cartoonishly evil and it was a sad thing to read. I'm glad Frostpaw got to kill him, and I loved how he was tormented until the end by Curlfeather's demon spirit.

I didn't like how they implied Splashtail might be the way he was due to mental illness though. I'm probably gonna get hate for saying that, lol. But in the last book they wrote him to seem like s psychopath, as well as implied him to be schizophrenic because he was talking to someone that wasn't visible (even though he was actually seeing a real dead person. But nobody but Splashtail and the audience got to know that). They literally called him crazy throughout the last book, the entire time. And idk it just felt like they were villifying mental illness a bit as a result. Again I'm probably reading into it too much, don't come at me please

The leaders were not as impactful in Star as I'd hoped. But at least they acted and fought together in the end. I loved that the leaders actually participated in the battles to liberated Riverclan instead of only sending warriors to do it. I love seeing leaders fighting for the good of their clan and putting their lives on the line (that's what their 9 lives are for. Looking at you Brambleclaw)

I didn't like that sone of Riverclan's cats were trying to join Thunderclan near the end of Star and I liked how Squirrelstar acknowledged that they had too many warriors as itwas, and how they had to expand the warrior's den in the past because of it. Wish the Erins would do something about all those cats

99% of Thunderclan was not mentioned at all this book, including the elders + Brambleclaw from what I read (I might've skimmed iver smth tho idk) but there was mention of cats like Myrtlebloom and fucking Eagletail for sone reason (is that their name? I can't remember). Tell me why any of these cats are alive if they're not worth mentioning while we have a camp scene? At least I got to see my girl Daisy <3

A Starless Clan had so much potential and the writing and mystery in the beginning were really good. I just wish they'd kept it up throughout.

Star felt like a flat finish and while I liked the way Frostpaw's chapters concluded and the whole main plot of Riverclan without a leader, I hate that the book ended on a Nightheart chapter and that the last like was about how he "could be brave and loyal no matter what his name was." Like that was a really dumb final chapter of the arc, a genuinely novice choice. It ruined the arc conclusion for me. Frostdawn's chapter should have been last

OverallI I will give Star a 3/10, and A Starless Clan 5/10 stars. It could have been great. But then, it wouldn't be Warriors would it?

#warrior cats #a starless clan spoilers #asc spoilers #star spoilers #Ivypool's heart spoilers #a Starless clan

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HELLOOOO I JUS STARTED READING YOUR WORKS AND i have been OBSESSED !!!!!

COULD I REQ a e1610!miles x fem!reader, where it’s a bit of a she fell first he fell harder sitch? reader and miles are pretty close friends and reader has been crushing on them for as long as she remembers 😅 miles DOES have feelings but he brushes them off as “just friends feelings”. they could have a bit of an argument cozzzzzz reader was getting mixed signals from miles 😢😢 but then once he does realize his actual feelings, he plans a little something to ask reader if he can court her? (filo!reader twist ? 🧐)

THANK YEW SM !! 🤞⭐️💘

HIII THANK YOU !! OMG WAIT I LOVE THIS?????? my second favorite trope after the "he fell first" one >:)) OK I HOPE THIS IS ANY GOOD !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

we're truly, utterly, pretty much just friends

summary: you have loved miles for the longest time, and guess what? he likes you a lot, too. he wasn't sure at first, though. he joked about it a lot, until you had enough, now he has to come clean and admit everything to you.

word count: 1,200

oh the pain of being in love with your best friend, it's excruciating. nothing is more suffocating than being in close proximity with the boy who has your whole heart wrapped around his finger with him being none the wiser. you two have known each other practically all your lives, and for most of it... you've spent it admiring him, finding all kinds of reasons to keep falling for and loving him in ways you never thought were possible. when high school came around, you wondered if it would be worth it to tell him your feelings; surely, you wouldn't be affected if he didn't like you... right?

oh, who were you kidding? it'd hurt like falling from the sky and landing in an active volcano's magma chamber. like hell you were ever admitting your feelings to him, you wanted to keep the status quo. why would anything that wasn't broken need fixing, right? you kept up the act of being his 'closest friend' that truly loved him, in all ways, but at a distance. you felt a suffocating catharsis with him, a contradiction that haunted you whenever you felt your heart flutter when you two were together, and you feared that so badly.

you wanted to stop feeling this weirdly about him, especially when he told you he thought of you practically as family. it made you feel like you were betraying him for falling for him. well little did you know... he's betrayed you too, then, in that sense. miles has always found you amazing, just overall wonderful company and the best friend he could ever ask for. you always take care of him when he doesn't feel okay, you always listen when he has to blow off some steam, and your touch against his... it feels electrifying, it feels like home.

he does get confused sometimes why he feels a little hot in the face when you look at him for a beat too long, or why he has the urge to want to wrap his arm around your shoulders, lay his head on one of them, too, maybe... wait, why is he thinking this? he hadn't really thought of you like that before, or has he? when he pictures doing things like that with his other friends, they feel alright, but not exactly the right kind of alright he feels with you. "i just... i just care about them a lot. yeah, they're just, they just mean that much to me." he'd tell himself when he overthinks it sometimes.

but sometimes, those feelings of his take over, and sometimes, he'll do things that make your heart beat a whole lot quicker. he'd sometimes compliment you unironically for no reason, even if you didn't change anything about yourself. he'd joke about what a pretty couple you two would look like, though he'd tell it was a joke, he meant nothing by it and he'd say sorry if it put you off. 'he should be sorry for giving me hope every time,' you'd think to yourself in frustration.

you weren't exactly angry about him showing you so much affection--you were angry because he gave you hope, every time, that he'd like you back--only to be greeted with a punch in the stomach as he brushed them off as 'jokes'. you had the last straw when miles made yet another 'joke' about him falling for you. "it's just... you're quite a catch, okay? you're pretty, smart, strong too. now, i'm not saying i do like you, it's just--" "can you stop?" you asked with a stern voice as miles immediately stopped talking when you cut him off mid-sentence. your eyebrows were furrowed together angrily as you looked at his concerned expression. "what did i do?" he asked you, genuinely unsure of what he did to warrant your anger. "that. it's that obliviousness of yours. don't you get it? you're... you're giving me..." you decided not to finish that thought, in fear that you would give yourself away.

you cussed under your breath as miles bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying sorry, because he knew you hated it when 'sorry' is all one can say while you were chewing them out. miles gently put a hand on your shoulder, and with a hung head and an absolutely anxious mind... he went out with it. "...i like you. so much." he admitted, placing emphasis on every syllable, hoping it sank in to you that he likes you the way you have always liked him.

he darts his eyes from your feet to his as he shuffles them a little out of anxiety, and he sighs as he looks up at your flustered face, trying to sound confident, sure of himself, but he was everything but that--and it showed. "i didn't think i'd... actually be in love when i thought about you like that, those... those thoughts i shared with you. you know, the... the 'me dating you' ones, the 'oh, you're so darn pretty, smart, strong, and everything' ones... the... 'i kinda wanna ask you out ones'... yeah... i just realized recently it meant... i like you." he said as his voice quieted and softened, as a small smile cracked on his face as he felt it growing hotter and hotter the longer he spoke.

"if you'll let me, and this is not a joke this time... if you'll let me, can i... can i court you?" he asked you in the softest voice he could muster, so scared of what you'd say. he poured his whole heart out to you, hoping you understood, hoping you'd say yes... "morales, i am going to hit you." you threatened him lightly as you tried to take your shoe off, feeling your own face get flustered as he chuckled. "i'll take it, just... i want to earn your love, i wanna do it right." he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "...is it bad you earned it long ago already?" you asked him, which caused his eyes to widen as he pulled back a little.

"wait, so you mean to tell me that--" before he could even finish, you planted a kiss on his lips. it was brief, it was abrupt, but all the love you pent up for him over the years was put into that very kiss. you still looked angry at him, and rightfully so, for causing you so much excitement that he'd like you back only to just recently realize it. "you'll buy me lunch today, morales." you said as you took his hand and began to trudge forward with him following, smiling all the while and getting super excited for what this meant for the both of you. "i'd buy you lunch every day, walk you home, cuddle up with you if you wanted... i'd make every day about you, that's what i mean when i say i wanna court you, mahal." he said as he interlocked his hand in your own, which made you super flustered, but you wanted to keep it under wraps--gotta make him pay for giving you so much hope from back then, of course.

a/n: MY BOYYYYYY

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Slashers with a Vampire S/O:

[PART II]

CW: Biting, marking, breaking of skin, blood, slightly dom, immortal, GN! reader, blood kink and drinking blood

LITTLE NOTE I: Im in a slightly good mood and i wanted to write another character even though they aren't a slasher, but as a bonus!

LITTLE NOTE II: I've been up since 3AM working on this and then other things. Its currently 9AM and im having crucial back pain

BONUS: extra character

EXTRA CHARACTER: Violet Harmon

MAIN CHARACTERS: Stu Macher + Billy Loomis, Carrie White, Freddy Kruger, Tate Langdon, Bubba sawyer, GENRE: Headcanons

Fandom: Horror

STU MACHER + BILLY LOOMIS

Stu wouldn't believe you at first.

Billy tends to stalk you from time to time, so i think he would know

You also know that your loving, killer boyfriend stalks you

So you also know that he knew.

"Uh, Sweetie, you do realize its not Halloween yet, right?"

You scoffed and flashed your fangs at Stu and Billy

"Might be fake-"

"Bitch, please!"

Stu playfully rolled his eyes and smiled

Suddenly, you ran past him

But way too quickly

"Wait-- What the fuck?--"

Billy just snickered at him

"What are you laughing about?"

Stu narrowed his eyes

"Ive been knowing, you fuck-rag."

Stu did in fact realize you were not lying.

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"They just did,"

"You--"

"Enough."

Stu kept whining the whole week after that

He would ask stupid questions

Like Tif, he would watch Vamp movies with you

He will let you bite him just to feel how it feels

Sometimes it'll go well with Stu, sometimes it wont...

He needs like 20 years to recover from that bite

And other times, he feels like hes floating

"I feel high! Is this what you felt when they bit you, Bil?"

"No, i felt horny."

...

"Wait, wha--"

Now, with Billy

He loved it when you bit him

He has a major blood kink

You marking him, blood seeping down his neck as you drink from him.

He also loves looking into your crimson eyes

He thinks your eyes are really pretty, but he wont admit that

Maybe if you manage to bribe him

He does know that he can actually die if he lets you drink as much blood, so it only happens once awhile

He will bring you back some victims as ghostface though!

Be prepared for loving phone calls from your loving boyfriends telling you how much people they've killed

CARRIE WHITE

She did believe you, but it took her some time to process stuff

I mean, she's got powers. Why wouldn't she believe you?

She sometimes thinks about how her mom would react

Her mom would be absolutely pissed

But she doesn't care

she's not letting you go anytime soon

And she doesn't plan too

You don't drink from her because her body is already fragile enough

She never brought up that idea either

I mean, she has thought about it, but she knows that you would refuse instantly due to both her physical and mental health

She would let you drink from her, if it meant saving you in some kind of way

She doesn't ask too many questions about it and treats you like any normal person, but with extra and special attention since you're her S/O!

When shes upset, her powers get out of control and she has flung knives at you...maybe more than one.

But she really didn't mean to!

She can't control it!

She freaks out when one of the knives at you, dropping her upset mood

Then you have to reassure her that you're immortal, so it wont affect you as much

"Carrie, sweetie, im okay--"

"I-it wa-was in your th-throat!"

"Again, not like im dying--"

She was so upset the first time it happened

She tried running away and locking herself inside her room, but you were much stronger than her, so you held her close until she was calm

"Shh...its okay, its okay."

"i--im-im sorry, im sorry..."

Poor baby :(

But you will pamper her after shes calm down

FREDDY KRUGER

Hes gonna believe you, since you know, hes a dead, burned, sleep demon--

But he wants proof

Crimson eyes or bright changing eye colors? check.

Sharp fangs that can hide themselves? Check.

Blood lust?

You tried biting him the first time you guys met and he caught you eating more than one person in your dreams.

So yea, Check.

He makes dirty jokes about your powers

Speed?

He'll say something along the lines of..."Well, lets see your pace in the bedroom--"

You start fist fighting him every time he does say something like that

But sometimes you'll play along with his little flirting game

And the second you do, theres a thick lump in those worn out pants of his

The next thing you know, you wake up naked

Oh, and because of that supernatural crazy stuff,

You find a way to see the demon through the day instead of night now!

Through spells though

But as long as you're seeing him!

TATE LANGDON

Hes known way before you've met him, and thats because hes known you longer than you've known he existed

When he did reveal himself, like his true self, which is being dead, you realized about him knowing about your little secret

And the other ghost in the house

yay.

I mean, you were planning to tell your boyfriend Tate that you were a Vamp, but he knew

So that spares you the explanation and proving

You were just glad he knew

Tate, i feel like when he tells you that he knows, he'll compliment you.

How he loved the way your eyes would change color

How he loved your powers

And how he loved you, most of all, all of you.

All the confessing would definitely lead to a passion make out, and maybe even further

And dont tell me 'no'. This shit would be like a telenovela, but it got to the part that they are confessing

And im listening to 'or nah' by The Weeknd right now, it's a sign.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He would treat you like his normal S/O, not caring about the fact you are a human-blood-drinking creature.

He would suggest you be a vampire for Halloween, since you know, you're already one...

"Haha, so funny. I'm not gonna wear those weird human versions of vampire cloaks!"

"C'mon, it'll be funny!"

"Okay, how about this; You wear those ghost costumes, the ones where theres just holes where the eyes are and ill dress in one of those weird vampire cloaks."

"No, not in a million years!"

"It's either we wait a million years then, or you wont ever get to see me in that vampire cloak~"

"Okay, you win!"

"So, deal then?"

"Deal."

Whenever you have your blood lust, he'll offer up his cold flesh for you to bite through and let his bitter sweet blood soak out

But in the end, you can't.

Dead blood in fact makes Vampires very ill

And though it saddens him that he cant help you, he'll understand.

He wont let you drink his blood.

No matter how much pain you're in.

He can't risk putting you in even more pain

So he mostly goes invisible when you have your blood lust

And he waits in the corner of your room for you to come back from hunting your meal

Calm cuddles after your blood lust while listening to Nirvana

He absolutely loves that you are immortal

You can stay with him, forever.

Forever and ever. With him, and only him.

VIOLET HARMON -- THE BONUS

Violet has also known, like Tate because she has been watching you.

You also knew she was a ghost in the house from the day she came up to you

How? When words about the infamous 'murder house' were being spread, so did the word Violet

And you might of seen a picture or two of her when people would talk about the murder house

She kinda has no choice either

She also was really interested in you when you moved into the house

She was obviously shocked when she found out you were a vampire

She did not expect that at all

I mean, she grew up knowing that vampires didn't exist

And yet, here you are

before you guys started dating she was the classic-

sorta stare and not talk

Only because you're a vampire and she doesn't wanna trigger anything--

Okay...shes was nervous.

She has a literal crush on a hot vampire who is living in the house she died in!

okay, the 'died in' part is uh, just not needed

And she did really want to talk to you, she just needed a push

Tate.

"Okay, Vi, you got this..."

She took a deep breath

"shit, never mind. i don't got this--"

"You do."

She yelped when the familiar voice had appeared from behind her.

"Tate...?"

"yea, sorry. I just wanted to say that, uh, you should go for it. Its now or never. They might be a inmortal , but they wont stay here for long without, um, value? So, uh, go for it."

He flashes Violet a small smile before walking way

"Thanks..." She mumbled and continued to stare at your figure

fuck it.

"Uh, h-hi,"

Her heart felt like it was about to pop tf out her chest

Wait, it dont beat no more.

But still felt like it

You felt like you were trippin'

Are you actually talking to a cute, dead girl right now?

Yes. Yes you were.

"Hi, Violet."

She froze up.

How the hell.

Did one of the ghosts tell you?

What.

"How did you--"

"Oh, it was easy. A lot of people talk about this house, and you."

oh, right.

Well, shit.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Yes.

"N--no, im fine--"

You just chuckled at her

Why in the hell were you so calm???

"Do you wanna talk a little? im sure you didn't call me just to call me."

"Yes! i mean--sure!"

You guys hung out the rest of the night and it was amazing.

She found out things about you

You found out things about her

A win-win!

She'd hate when you have your blood lust

Because 1. You're scary as hell

2. She hates seeing you in pain

3. There's no blood available for you in the house because its all dead blood, we dont want you to be sick

4. She hates waiting long for you to come home

Long naps with you after you got back from hunting

BUBBA SAWYER

You told Bubba from the start of the relationship!

I mean, why not tell your cannibal boyfriend that you, are in fact, a blood thirsty vampire

At first, he was confused

A vampire in texas...?

A real, REAL vampire.

Complusion to make him less confused

Oh, now he gets it!

Wonder why...

He'll still love you

Vampire or not

constant babbling about how he loves your crimson eyes

HATES it when you have your blood lust

He hates seeing you in pain

Tries feeding you his victims

Gets even more upset when you tell him you can't have dead blood

Hes on his way to find some more victims

You can count on him!

He'll come back with 2-5 victims

Maybe even more if there was some event going on nearby

He'll sit you on his lap and cuddle with you till' you feel better

He coos at you but you have absolutely no idea on what he's saying!

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pisscrossiant · 9 months ago

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PART THREE OF MY DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS HEADCANONS BECAUSE IT'S MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION

The last part was super long I'm sorry for that 😭 I'll try to keep this one a bit shorter

Tw// NSFW themes, mention of s*icide (warning before hand)

Alistair has accidentally called Wynne mom on multiple different occasions, he gets embarrassed when it happens but Wynne doesn't mind at all.

To the younger party members Wynne is like a mother figure, especially since most of their mom's either died or are just shitty.

Morrigan doesn't want to admit it but she wishes Wynne had raised her rather than Flemeth. She loves her Mother but she knows her mother doesn't love her, even though she doesn't get along well with Wynne a part of her wishes Wynne had been in place of Flemeth.

Leliana can sew pretty well, she'll sew blankets for the party members with fabric they choose. She'll patch their shirts up too but Wynne does that a lot more then she does.

Morrigan's favorite party member (besides the Warden) is Leliana, Leliana and her get along very well.

Oghren has tried to fight Zevran multiple times, ESPECIALLY if Zev is in a relationship with the warden. He'll be like "You're dating my favorite person?? Meet me outside." And he'll forget that they're together then he sees them making out in camp then tries to fight him again.

Oghren likes making fun of Alistair for being a virgin.

Leliana and Morrigan have gotten drunk and explored each other's bodies before

Tw// s*icide mentioned

Leliana calls Morrigan hot non chalantly

Alistair has attempted before. (I hope you get that reference but honestly I feel like he has)

Okay so to elaborate, Alistair, after Ostagar had felt as if he abandoned his father figure, and didn't deserve to live if Duncan died. The Warden found him as he was about to and stopped him, he's been greatful to them ever since.

//s*icide mention OVER

Morrigan constantly asks Mahariel what being Dalish was like, she is deeply interested in elven lore, everything she knows about ancient elves, and the Dalish she learned from Mahariel.

Leliana watches people sleep

Morrigan and Alistair helped Mahariel bury Tamlen after the incident at camp. (Still not over him I was so attached to him 🥲)

If Ruck is kept alive, when the Warden goes into the deep roads they go to visit him and they'll give him jewels and presents.

Mentioning Ruck, after they tell Filda he's dead, and she gives the Warden his father's shield, they give him the shield when they visit him next.

Alistair used to cook all the time but he gave the party food poisoning and after that he's not allowed to make the food.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and sometimes Morrigan make the food now.

Alistair gets very protective of the warden, even without romancing him, he's very protective of them in almost a brotherly way.

Morrigan likes to turn into a spider to scare Alistair

Zevran is a very light sleeper, up until he trusts the party enough that he sleeps like he's dead because he knows they'll protect him if shit hits the fan.

Morrigan's part of camp is the designated s-x area, considering how far it is from everyone else (also in the cutscenes that's where y'all are fucking) she just goes and sits by the fire with everyone else till they're done, they clean up afterwards ofc and they use their own bed rolls.

Oghren gets in fights with people that call the (elven) Warden a 'knife ear', every time someone says that to them he pulls up to their house.

Sten likes to learn about Dalish/Dwarven culture, he asks the warden questions about it 24/7, he's deeply fascinated with them.

Leliana and Morrigan have the biggest Sapphic crushes on each other,

Zevran and Leliana talk about women and men the find attractive together, especially if they turn onto the topic of the Warden, they're like "You find to Warden hot? ME TOO!"

That's all I have for this part I'm honestly running out of headcanons especially because the last part was SO LONG😭

Might be a part four but if there is it'll probably take a while ✋🏻

#dragon age origins #dragon age: origins #dao #dragon age #zevran arainai #lesbians #alistair theirin #morrigan dragon age #morrigan and leliana have explored each other's bodies.#leliana dragon age #sten dragon age #wynne dragon age #oghren dragon age #dao headcanons #headcanons

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My Heart Is Yours - A Private Man, Chapter 7

Summary: Bucky returns to the house late, after being released through the work of his lawyers. Tracey stays over, sensing he needs help with anxiety.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Bucky, Rebecca, Tracey, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Marie.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content (oral, f receiving, p in v). Not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

Author notes: Things are heating up quickly but both Bucky and Tracey feel something that neither has felt before and want to jump in with both feet. Translations are from Google Translate.

<<Chapter 6

It was almost midnight when Bucky returned to the house, in the company of Foggy Nelson and Matt Murdock. Rebecca was asleep in her reclining chair, having refused to go to bed until she knew Bucky was alright. Tracey was asleep on the couch. When the key was inserted in the door she sat up immediately and got up, rushing to Bucky, who held and kissed her. He next went to Rebecca's side and hugged her, stroking her hair while she cried at how frightened she had been for him. Then he turned to the two lawyers who followed him in.

"Sweetheart, this other man is Matt Murdock, Foggy's partner," said Bucky. "You should have seen him take on the lawyers who swore out the complaint against me. They had no choice but to release me."

She looked gratefully at the man with his white cane and dark glasses. "Mrs. Proctor, it's nice to meet you," he said. "Foggy has told me about you and Bucky. I'm glad I was able to help him today."

"Why did they arrest him, Mr. Murdock?" she asked. "He did nothing wrong."

"No ma'am, he didn't," said Murdock. "They were being very narrow minded in how they interpreted the Sokovia Accords in swearing out the complaint against Bucky and the judge agreed with me. I'm pretty sure they were doing it on behalf of someone or some organization that would like to have Bucky under their control."

"They tried to say that my intervening in the robbery was over reaching my rights as a private citizen to make a citizen's arrest," started Bucky.

"Which is complete nonsense," said Murdock. "There was no damage to life, limb, or property when Bucky took control of the situation. The fact he intervened successfully without bloodshed when three others left that employee in the lurch showed great restraint. Similarly the action he undertook today saved the man's life as he would have fallen well before the fire department arrived. Bucky only did what was necessary by getting the man into a safer position then they both waited to be helped down by the fire fighters."

"Why do you think the charges were laid?" asked Tracey, as she sat back on the couch, where Matt and Foggy were now situated.

Murdock took a bit of a breath. "That's something my partner and I are going to explore. In fact, we think there is something that the authorities are not being forthright about. Foggy here contacted the Army about Bucky's claim for back pay some time ago. At first they said it was still being considered with a decision to come soon, then suddenly last week a motion objecting to the application was filed. We were still waiting for an official reason for the motion but were told it was classified. I plan to be at their office first thing tomorrow morning to find out the reason and why it is classified."

"They think the dismissal and the charges are related," said Bucky. "Someone doesn't want to admit they were wrong, or maybe they're trying to get my pardon thrown out."

"They can't do that," stated Rebecca. "The pardon came from the President himself."

Murdock smiled. "You're right, Mrs. Proctor and that should not be reversible. Whoever is doing this does have power but we have the law. Bucky is a private citizen who has kept out of any sort of trouble since the Battle of Wakanda. Even though he was involved in the operation against the Flag Smashers no objection to that involvement was ever filed. He is gainfully employed and looks after you quite well from what I've heard." Murdock stood up with Foggy. "Now, it's getting late and I know Bucky has to be at work early tomorrow. We'll leave you with our assurances that we'll keep pushing to find out who is taking these measures. You have my promise on that."

Murdock stuck his hand out and Bucky shook it, as did Tracey and Rebecca who raised herself partway from the reclining chair to do it. Bucky saw the two lawyers out then came back inside.

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long," he said. "Did both of you get something to eat?"

Rebecca nodded. "Tracey made something for both of us. Bucky, you saw I walked. When I woke up I could hear the men outside say to get ready to take you down and I just couldn't stay in bed and let them. I don't know where the strength came from but I walked right to the end of the hallway."

He smiled and hugged his sister again. "I noticed. We'll have to tell the physiotherapist. The FBI agent was actually quite decent. He was just doing his job and I think he didn't want you to witness me getting hurt. He took the cuffs off in the SUV, saying he believed I was a man of honour." He looked at the clock. "It's late, you should be in bed, and Tracey should get home."

She shook her head. "I called my neighbour to feed Al. I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. Rebecca said she'll lend me a nightgown ... unless you want me to wear your dress shirt again."

A happy smirk was his answer and he lifted a smiling Rebecca up, carrying her into the bedroom. When he placed her on the bed Tracey said she would take care of getting her ready. He could hear their voices as they spoke in the bedroom and smiled at how close they already seemed. When Tracey came out to say that Rebecca was ready he followed her back to the bedroom while finishing off a second high calorie energy bar to compensate for not eating dinner. Tracey watched from the doorway as Bucky fixed the covers just so and smoothed his sister's hair. It had been one of the first things that attracted her to him, witnessing how gentle he was with Rebecca. After kissing his sister’s forehead and whispering he loved her he turned the light switch off, closing the door behind him. Tracey looked up at him in the dim hallway.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?" He shook his head as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Rebecca was afraid but she was angry as well. It upset her to hear the officers in the back yard talk about you as if you were a dangerous criminal."

"I am dangerous," replied Bucky, as he walked back out to the living room to turn off the lights. "If I lost control I could easily take out a dozen of them. I just don't let go anymore because I could hurt someone really bad, or worse. HYDRA wanted me to be a killing machine and I have the strength and knowledge to do it still."

"Then why am I not afraid of you?" she asked, looking up at him with her brown eyes and wrapping her arms around his middle.

He smiled slightly and kissed her. "Because I'm not that man anymore. I was a champion boxer when I was a young man but I was a better lover. Maybe I'm trying to get back to that dynamic." Effortlessly Bucky lifted Tracey onto the kitchen counter, opening her legs to pull her close to his body. "I do want to get some sleep tonight."

"So do I," she answered, then ran her fingertips through his hair. "But sex is a great way to get rid of tension and anxiety.”

A beautiful smile crossed Bucky's face and he placed his hands on both sides of Tracey's face. Planting his lips on hers he kissed her seductively, toying with her tongue just enough to make her whimper. Then he picked her up to sit at his waist, stopping at the kitchen light switch to turn it off, then walking them both in the dark to his bedroom. As they walked Tracey pulled her shirt off and kissed him fiercely all the way through the doorway to his room. When he closed the door behind him he stood there enjoying how her skin felt against his hand and undid her bra. Holding her with his vibranium arm he unzipped his jeans with his other hand and wiggled out of them, prompting Rebecca to laugh a sultry laugh that immediately made him hard. She pulled his T-shirt off and wrapped her arms around his shoulders nuzzling his neck and collar bone. Gently he laid her down on the bed and unzipped her jeans, pulling them off. Then he laid on top of her and looked at her in the dark. He could tell by her breathing and her heart rate that she was definitely aroused, as was he. But there was something he wanted to say first and he swallowed nervously to get the courage to say it.

"Thank you for standing by me tonight," he said. "My first reaction to the arrest was to argue against it but when you came out of the bedroom it helped calm me. I'm so glad you were there."

"So was I," she replied.

"All I want is a quiet, normal life as a private man. Is that so much for some people to understand?"

"It shouldn't be," she replied. "They should see you like I just did when you're with Rebecca. You're one of the most gentle men I know."

Even in the dim glow of the night table light she could see him blush. "That's kind of you to say. You make me feel young again, and I haven't felt this comfortable with anyone since I was a younger man." A ragged breath came out of him. "I'm not asking you to move in or to make a formal commitment or anything. I just want to know if you feel like this could lead to something wonderful for both of us. Would you be part of it, something with me?"

"Are you proposing?" she asked, her eyes focused on him. "It's early for that, isn't it?"

He nodded shyly. Gently she put her hand on the side of his face. "If you asked real sweet like, I would move in tomorrow. I knew something wonderful was happening when you set the coffee date." Bucky kissed the palm of her hand. "My only fear is if I am enough for you. You're only the second man, not counting my lost night in the motel, that I've ever been with. That's not a lot of experience to get the full measure of a man but ...." She drew in her own ragged breath. "Right now I trust you more than any man I've ever known, including my own father."

As the tears came out onto her cheeks Bucky used his thumbs to wipe them away then kissed her gently. "Baby, don't cry." His voice was silky soft. "You're all that I want, ever. Look how beautiful you are, inside and out."

He buried his face in her neck kissing and mouthing the soft skin while she ran her hands down his back.

"I trust you as much as I trust Rebecca and Sam," he whispered. "I love you, Tracey. I know it's early to be feeling that way but I've never said that to anyone before and I mean it with all of my heart."

Raising his head he looked deeply into her eyes, seeing love reflected back at him. He didn't wait to hear the words returned back from her as he didn't need to hear it, not yet. As she ran her hand through his hair he understood that right now, touch was her love language. He accepted her touch, closing his eyes and softening his face as her fingers soothed him. Leaning on his right arm he ran his lips down her throat to her collarbone. Rubbing his metal thumb over her breast he felt her nipple pebble and lowered his mouth onto it, swirling his tongue around as her breathing increased in response. From there he pressed his mouth over her abdomen then nudged her panties with his chin. Tracey brought her hands down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, sliding them down. He pulled them the rest of the way off and pressed them into his face.

"You smell so good, angel," he whispered. "If I were blind I would know you by your scent."

"Bucky," gasped Tracey as he buried his face into her folds, licking and probing with his tongue.

She bucked her hips up into him and he placed one hand on her abdomen steadying her as he gave her his all with just his tongue. Within moments he could feel her body quivering as she reached the edge then he slowly pulled away.

"Why are you stopping?" she whined softly. "I'm so close."

"I know, angel," he whispered as he kissed her neck. "I'll make it good, I promise."

Pulling his briefs off he ran his tip through the wetness that was spilling from her, spreading it over his cock, making him harder as his hand glided smoothly over the shaft. After adding some lubricant he guided himself in slowly, listening to her soft moans which grew louder the deeper he was in. When he bottomed out he began thrusting in a slow rhythm, pressing against her clitoris with each thrust. Gently he took her hands, placing them above her head, and holding them in place with his metal hand. Increasing his pace and force he watched her intently as they moved together. For Tracey it felt like he was splitting her in two but the sensation was so insanely pleasurable that she could hardly bear it. When she could manage it, she watched him just as intently, seeing every blink of his eyes, every flick of his tongue. When he pressed his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue deeply in she raised her hips into him and soon felt the quickening rush of her orgasm rip through her body. Bucky came just moments later, after he freed her hands. Together they rode the wave of the release finishing it with intense hungry kisses.

"You were right," whispered Bucky.

"About what?"

"I'm not feeling any anxiety right now," he answered, grinning mischievously.

She grinned back and ran her hand through his thick hair. "Do you mind if I have a quick shower?" she asked. "I'm kind of a mess down there."

"Go ahead," he said. "Do you want company? I promise to just shower. I have a nice shirt you can wear to bed."

She nodded and slipped out to the bathroom while Bucky brought clothes for both of them. He was as good as his word, taking just five minutes to shower, although he did wash Tracey's back. After leaving her in the shower, he dried himself, put clean boxer briefs and sweatpants on then went back to the bedroom to straighten the bed and pick up their clothes. When Tracey returned she wore one of his T-shirts that was big enough to come down to her mid thigh. Bucky pulled the covers back and she laid with her back into him so he could put his arm around her.

"I love how you smell," he whispered, after he turned the light off and spooned behind her, burying his face in her hair. "You would tell me if saying that was weird, right?"

Her smile was still there as she looked back at him, this man out of his time but so in tune with her. "It's not weird at all. It's all part of our body chemistry and I think we have amazing chemistry happening between us. Now, no more talk. It's after one and you have to be at the dock for when?"

"Seven," he answered. "Thank you for staying. I love you."

It was several minutes before he heard a faint whisper saying "I love you" back and her hand squeezing his that was on her waist. That night neither one of them had a bad dream.

🌅

The touch of soft lips on Tracey's cheek woke her up and she opened her eyes to Bucky's smile as he leaned over her. Gently touching her face with his hand she put her hand on top of his and lifted it off, kissing his palm. He was already dressed for work and she could see it was quite light out.

"I just wanted to say goodbye before I left," he whispered. "Rebecca is still asleep. Amina is here already. I told her you stayed the night. She's happy for us. They all are. Apparently they saw things before we did."

"I'll get up now," she said softly. "I'll need to go to my place before I go to work." She looked down for a moment. "Did you mean what you said?"

"About loving you and wanting to make this something wonderful? Every word of it." He caressed her hair and face then kissed her again, sweetly. "My heart is yours."

She sat up as he wrapped his arms around her. His body heat came through his T-shirt layers and his clean smell filled her senses. Once more they kissed then he stood up and went to the door, looking at her once more before he left. There were goodbyes exchanged with Amina then the sound of the front door closing signalled his leaving. Getting out of the bed Tracey made it, then put her clothes on that she wore the day before. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and stepped out into the hallway. The smell of fresh coffee wafted towards her and she was grateful when Amina put a cup of it down in front of her as she came into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss Tracey," said the Sudanese woman, her eyes sparkling. "Both you and Mr. Bucky have the look of people in love. We all hoped it would happen for you both."

"Thank you Amina," she replied. "It started out well, although I didn't plan on staying here last night."

"They showed it on the TV late news," said Amina, shaking her head. "So soon after he saved that man at the amusement park for someone to accuse him of breaking the Sokovian Accords just doesn't make sense. Was Mrs. Rebecca alright?"

"She is," answered Tracey. "She walked. Heard the police in the backyard discuss how they would take Bucky down and it energized her. Got out of bed herself and walked right to the end of the hallway. It was incredible."

"Mrs. Rebecca is a good and strong woman," said Amina. "Mr. Bucky cares about her so much." Her face brightened. "Now, let me make you some breakfast before you go."

"No, no, you're here to look after Rebecca," protested Tracey. "I have to go to my place, feed my cat and change for work. I'll eat there. I'm so glad the funding we applied for came through. Marie Peters told me all of you volunteers did wonderful work with Rebecca. Now you get paid for it and Bucky can be home for the nights, getting a proper sleep."

"And he'll be available to see you," smiled Amina. "Much easier to have a romance when you're not working night shift. Do you know that my brother-in-law got the night shift at the docks? Mr. Bucky worked with him on the weekends to improve his English language and taught him about the work he could expect to do. Helped him get qualified on a forklift. His first night will be tonight. He's very happy to finally be working and providing for his family."

"No, I didn't." Tracey shook her head with a smile. It would be just like Bucky to downplay his efforts to help someone. "I'm very happy for your brother-in-law. Now, I really must be going. Have a good day with Rebecca."

"Thank you, we will have a great day," replied the other woman.

🌇

Tracey stepped out into the early morning sun and unlocked her car. Soon she was pulling into the parking garage of her apartment building and went up the elevator to her floor. When she opened the door Alley Cat was waiting in the hallway, with a glare that she knew wasn't good.

"I'm sorry," she said to the grey and white cat. "It was an emergency and I had to stay with Rebecca. By the time I could leave it was late and I wanted to stay there."

The cat turned around and sat with its back to her, making her smirk. She put some food out for him and went into the bedroom, picking out an outfit from the closet. Quickly she washed her face and moisturized it then applied her makeup. Coming out to the kitchen she poured some cereal and milk into a bowl, then ate it. She looked around her small apartment, her home ever since her husband left her.

The end of their relationship had been coming almost from the moment they married. In many ways she felt like Geoff thought he was obligated to marry her, being from a conservative family that prided themselves on their values, which included no sex before marriage. They met in her final year of nursing school, she a shy, quiet, and inexperienced girl, which she really was then. Even though she knew about reproduction from her studies she was totally clueless about having sex, how it should feel, what she should do. Geoff Russell, the hypocrite, was quite experienced, and expressed his disappointment with her responses to sex right from the start. She suspected he was cheating on her soon after their return from their honeymoon, when he told her his job required him to be on the road three weeks out of the month. When he was home they had sex but he was always making her feel like he was doing her a favour, and rarely did foreplay or after care. Her biggest takeaway from her marriage was how lonely she was, which didn't change after the divorce because of her introversion and shyness. At least, it didn't until she rang the doorbell at her new client's house and a beautiful man answered the door.

His eyes were like the ocean, his strong jaw and cheekbones were incredible to look at, and his thick dark hair just screamed to be touched. The final clue that she was interested was his physique made her desire his arms around her and his body on hers, a new feeling for her. His own introversion matched hers but she found a kindred spirit in him; someone who had been hurt in the past, who was lonely like her, and wanting a connection. As she thought of their first time together just two nights ago she had to squeeze her knees together to deal with the throbbing deep inside of her. What they did was incredible, gentle yet fierce, soft yet demanding, sweet but lustful, and she wanted more. Al rubbed against her leg and she looked down at the cat.

"I'm forgiven now, am I?" she asked, as she took another spoonful of cereal. "What do you think about moving? We could live in a house, with lots of windows, a back yard, trees, and a nice soft lap for you to sleep in. What do you say, Al? Should we not renew the lease and take a chance on a relationship with Bucky?"

Al gave out a strong meow and rubbed against her leg again. A yes, then. A feeling of anticipation mixed with a little bit of anxiety filled Tracey. It would be the most impulsive thing she had ever done, throwing caution to the wind to move in with Bucky. Her lease renewal was coming up in just over a month. If she locked herself in to another 12 month lease there would be a penalty to break it, unless she found someone to sublet it. But if she lived with Bucky and Rebecca (it would be both of them and rightly so) she wouldn't be alone any more, and she would share the bed of someone who made her feel desirable with just a single look. She took her phone out and looked at Bucky's number. Quickly she tapped out a text and looked at it for a moment then sent it.

>>Missing you already. I think I should live with you. Do you really want me?<<

She finished her cereal and was brushing her teeth when the response came.

>>More than anything. We'll work out the details at dinner. Inima mea este a ta.<<

She looked the phrase up on Google Translate and smiled when she saw it was Romanian for "my heart is yours." It's what he said in English to her before he left for work. Noting the time she got dressed and made sure everything was turned off before she left. Twenty minutes later she pulled into her parking spot at the public health office and grabbed her purse, pulling her ID lanyard out. Marie Peters was just getting out of her car at the same time.

"Well, there she is," said Marie warmly, putting an arm around Tracey. "How are you? How was the date?"

"I'm good and the date was wonderful," said Tracey. "Bucky's very much a romantic man. He cooked dinner, set up the back yard with pretty lights, and music. We danced after ...."

"And?"

"And I spent the night and stayed there last night as well," admitted Tracey, blushing. "It was the best weekend I've ever had."

Marie smiled fondly at her. "I'm glad to hear it. He is a gentleman and with that face I'm guessing the rest of him looked pretty good as well."

Tracey said nothing but did smile. They slid their ID cards into the reader and entered the building. Several other nurses had arrived and called out to Tracey, welcoming her back. The supervisor came out of her office and gestured to Tracey's desk where a covered floral arrangement waited for her to open the paper.

"These arrived for you about twenty minutes ago," she said. "I think you've made a conquest. The delivery person said he ordered them Friday, insisted it had to be delivered before you got here, and wrote the card himself."

Approaching her desk cautiously Tracey put her purse on top of the desk and unwrapped the opaque paper which covered the arrangement. There were at least two dozen roses of various sizes and colours arranged in a vase, in red, a deep red, almost burgundy colour, pale pink, or deep magenta tones. The other nurses crowded around with one of the younger ones looking up the meaning of the colours on her cell phone.

"The burgundy ones are for passion," said the younger nurse in awe. "The regular red is for true love, the pale pink for sweetness and femininity, the magenta are for appreciation and gratitude." She looked at Tracey with excitement. "He's totally in love with you."

There was a full sized envelope with the arrangement and Tracey plucked it out of its place. Inside was a beautiful card with a blue and green cover, saying Thinking of You. Inside the card in Bucky's beautiful handwriting was a message that he was glad she was back and for her to have a wonderful first day back at work. Bending over she smelled the flowers and smiled. In the few years of her marriage she never once received flowers from her husband. Bucky got her this before he even saw her, before she stayed over and before they said they loved each other. Swallowing, she tried to keep herself calm. This, what Bucky was doing, was new territory for her. She was being courted. As the other nurses dispersed back to their desks the supervisor stayed and put her hand on Tracey's shoulder.

"It was a good decision to remove yourself as his sister's nurse," she said with understanding. "This is a unique man, with deep feelings for you. Do you feel the same?"

Tracey nodded. "I do, very much," she said, in a low voice. "It's almost overwhelming but I know he's probably the man I've always dreamed about."

"Well, we're all very pleased for you," said her supervisor. "I truly hope he makes you happy."

Almost in a daze she sat at her desk and logged into her work computer. For the next hour she checked her client list and appointments, but was often distracted by the roses. She pulled her phone out and sent Bucky a text.

>>The flowers are beautiful and everyone thinks I'm a lucky woman. I agree. You are the only man for me.<<

The response was in Spanish. >>Eres mi amor hermosa<< She looked it up finding it meant "You're my beautiful love."

She smiled. >>How many languages do you know?<<

>>Many and I will tell you I love you in all of them<<

>>😊 I have to go to my first appointment. See you later, love.<<

>>I'm still not good at those emoji things. See you later, angel.<<

Checking her medical bag to make sure she had everything she needed Tracey downloaded her schedule onto her phone and said goodbye to everyone. She looked up at the blue sky as she walked to her car and felt happy, truly happy at how her life was going at this moment. That feeling lasted her the entire day.

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My Melo Pink!

Pink Enthusiast GF! Reader/BF! Satoru Gojo<3!!! (Obviously self-indulgent! I'm OBSESSED with PINK and the PINTEREST GF/NERDY/CUTE/WILLING TO SPOIL BF trope! ALSO WITH THE BIMBO GF/NERDY/GOTH BF TROPE!<3<3<3!!!)

(Before their era together!)

I’m going to write about their era soon! I just HAD to get this off of my mind! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡)

SHE IS THE IT GIRL/STARGIRL, THE WOMAN OF HER DAMN DREAMS AND HE'S THE SMART, SWEET, CHARISMATIC AND PASSIONATE MAN!

They adore each other’s quirks and their relationship is super cute!

I want to write about DILF! GOJO with this trope too <3<3<3!!! Ugh, imagine that! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡And Geto- YESSSSS!!!

First post of 2024 <3!

Peace and Blessings to you, My Love <3!!!

First things first, when Gojo met you, he had to admit, he found you cute and silly. Not in the romantic sense, though. Teenage you was a passionate pink lover. Despite the monotonous colour scheme of your uniform, you never failed to add a touch of cuteness.

Why did you just have to add a touch of cuteness to even your weapon?! He just loved the adorableness of it!

Whether it would be through the Hello Kitty bracelet you decided to wear that day or the Miffy the Rabbit keychain you kept in your bag & the cute accessories you decorated your bag with, you always made sure that you were cute.

• “Pink pens, pink poach, pink pencils, pink sellotape, pink eraser and a pink ruler? Damn, you’re OBSESSED!” Gojo exclaimed as he looked through your bag to know more about you for the textbook you borrowed. “Are you getting your damn book or snooping through my stuff? Return them back into the pouch.” You scolded, throwing him a side eye as you re-did your lipgloss. “A fucking pink iPad set.” “...let me get your damn book myself.”

• “Aww, Gojo. That's for me? You questioned him when he pulled out the My Melody plushy from the Sanrio Store bag he carried and gave it to you. “Of course. You like the brand and we did a pretty good mission today, so why not treat you?” He answered, smiling brightly as he took in the smile that adorned your features. “Thank you so much! I love it!” You responded and hugged him tightly. “What do you want me to get you?” You asked as you looked at the menu in front of you. Gojo recommended this cafe to you but you never got an opportunity to visit it until the current moment. “Nothing. You know I love treating you.” He responded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I know, but I want to treat you too. You spoil me so damn much whenever you visit”. You said, looking through the menu for something he seemed like he would love. “That’s because I love y- treating you so damn much!” Gojo quickly changed his wording, a pitch in his sentence, a bit shocked. You caught onto it and side-eyed him. “Hmm? What was that?” You smirked, placing your hand atop his, watching with amusement as a blush adorned his face as he looked back and forth between your eyes and your hand. His blue orbs always looked wonderful and you couldn't help but get lost in the spiking gaze they always seemed to have on you. You always felt as though they had the ability to see the innermost and outermost parts of you as they took in every single detail of yours.

You fell for the young man as well, always hoping that you could feel him for even longer than was to occur. Your time with him was limited, obviously as you both had different responsibilities and had to get back to them right after missions. You couldn't confess your feelings for him and you knew he couldn't embrace you further that he already did. You were both sorcerers. Any romantic feelings or persuasions between the both of you was delusional as you knew the thin thread of life that hung you both over the abyss of death.

“You’re adorable, Gojo.” You sighed with a somber smile on your face and took your hand off of his and looked back at the menu. A slight look of sadness appeared in his eyes as though he knew why you didn't go further and sighed as he idly held a packet of sugar. “Something with chocolate”. He beamed after a moment, knowing that you would not stop berating him until he let you treat him. “Thank you.” You thanked and smiled at him for a moment before going back to looking at the menu, the smile not leaving your complexion.

• You walked into Jujutsu High, wearing a pink suit dress that went below the knee, diamond earrings that had a pink tint, pearl necklace, pink purse & pink heels.

You were not an eyesore, that's for sure. You looked great! The outfit coordinated and the glow your body radiated in the environment could blind people!

You were both adults now but it's clear that there were just some parts of you that would never change.

“New teacher?” He asks Nanami, chuckling as he watches you walk into Principle’s office with a skip in your step. “She’s getting the job, that's for sure.” Gojo smiled, visibly excited to welcome you to their institution. “How are you so sure of that?” Nanami questioned, rolling his eyes at Gojo’s happiness as he imagined what mischief he could be cooking up there for you.

“Trust me. With the grace she has, there’s no one better”.

• “You've got a really nice look on you now.” Gojo complimented, his eyes wondering up and down on your form with a smirk on his features. “I know right? More mature but with the same touch I’ve always had”. You responded, an equal smirk on your features as you took in the charmer before you. Gosh, he was still so dashing. “You haven't lost even a bit of the cuteness you've always had, Gojo.” You responded, smirking as a slight blush appeared on his face but the smirk he adorned never left it. “Trying to charm me, aren’t you?” “You started it. Guess, I'm just playing the game better than you?” “Better than me? I'm the greatest! I'll just have to show you how much of a damn great charmer I am.”

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[ ITP: Happy Ending AU ]

The Encounter

• Author's note: After about a month of writing (with breaks and A LOT of procrastinating) the fic is finally done!! I believe this is now my longest fanfic so far :] which I'm pretty proud of! Anyway, for those who are new, this fic is for my Into The Pit AU, where basically Spring Bonnie (NOT WILLY AFTON) finally gets to be a dad like he wanted and everyone is alive and happy <3 (things are a bit more complicated than that but shh). But enough talk. Hope you enjoy!

Oswald decides to hang out with his new friend, but things go awry when an uninvited guest shows up to crash the party.

CW: descriptions of blood, dead bodies and implied gore and/or body horror.

Drip...Drip...Drip...

The last droplets of rain made their way onto the cold pavement as the weather finally seemed to settle. The afternoon sky was still cloudy, and the air was still chilly, but the smell of freshly poured autumn rain was very inviting.

Oswald made his way outside, careful not to step into any puddles— which were in abundance.

"I'll be back by five, I promise!" he announced, turning back towards the house.

On the other side of the door stood a lone, yellow bunny in a trench coat. Standing slightly stooped and with lowered ears, Spring Bonnie slowly nodded and waved goodbye to the boy.

He looked worried. Oswald took notice of this and gave the bunny a reassuring smile.

"Nothing ever happens in this town, anyway." he pointed out. "We'll be fine! You worry too much."

Hand on the door, Spring Bonnie watched as the boy ran across the concrete path, once again wary of the many puddles formed on the ground, until he disappeared around the corner.

"You worry too much." Oswald's words echoed through his mind. The boy was only going to meet up with a friend at the library. Why was he so worried?

He stood and thought. Gabrielle. That was her name. Oswald mentioned her before. Apparently, they didn't talk much, but they got along quite well.

He'd like to meet her someday.

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After a bit of rummaging through the old library, the two children each managed to find a book to enjoy. They didn't want to stay inside and read them, though. Gabrielle mentioned that she usually likes to read outside. Oswald, too, admitted that he would prefer the fresh air rather than the musty, stifling smell of the old library. Eventually, they settled on going to the nearby park.

The cold weather didn't show any signs of changing, appropriate for the last remaining weeks of November. The sidewalk was decorated with a diverse color palette of fallen leaves. Unlike the puddles, Oswald sought to purposely step on those as he roamed the streets, only to be mildly disappointed that none of them were audibly crinkling under his feet. They were just wet. Despite that, he kept trying until they finally reached the park.

Oswald looked behind him. Gabrielle held her book open, already engrossed in whatever story she was reading.

"I'll go find a good spot for us to sit and read, okay?" he decided.

Without looking up from the book, she nodded in agreement.

The boy wandered around the park, his new friend following behind him at a slower pace, careful not to trip over something as she continued to read. All the benches were still wet from the rain, so he didn't have much of a choice. He picked one, deeper in the park, and started wiping it with a few napkins he had in his backpack. He took out his phone and checked the time. 2:37 PM. They still had plenty of time until five.

Waiting for his friend to catch up with him, he sat on the bench and placed his book aside. Adjusting his cap, he listened. Listened to the sound of the wind gently brushing against the treetops. The sound of the remaining leaves slowly falling onto the ground. The sound of rustling and... whirring?

A shriek escaped him as a pair of giant, animatronic arms suddenly wrapped around him and swiftly pulled him back. Not the ones he was familiar with, though. They weren't yellow or fuzzy. Realization quickly set in.

It wasn't Spring Bonnie.

Not very far behind, Gabrielle heard the commotion and immediately closed her book and ran towards where the noise was coming from.

"Oswald?!" she called out.

But instead of getting a response from the boy, a completely different voice rang out, accompanied by laughter. Stuttering, glitching, robotic laughter.

"Finally got you, little ocelot!"

Gabrielle froze in her tracks. The sight she was greeted by terrified her.

A tall, white, broken down animatronic bear held tightly onto Oswald with glowing, bright blue eyes and a deranged grin on his face. His right hand seemed to be missing, only wires sticking out from what remained of his arm. He didn't seem to notice her. She could only watch as the boy desperately squirmed around in the bear's grasp, but to no avail. It only served to make the bear laugh even more. He tried to cry out, but, once again, to no avail. The bear had already plastered his hand over the boy's mouth.

"You're not going anywhere! We're going to play a little game!" he proudly announced as he turned away, disappearing behind the numerous trees in the park.

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Gabrielle shook her head and finally got herself to move again. Her eyes darted all over the place erratically, trying to figure out what to do. Soon enough, her gaze landed on something small on the ground.

Oswald's phone.

She immediately made a run for it and, with trembling hands, she picked it up. Opening the contacts list, she desperately began to search. His parents' phone numbers had to be in there somewhere. Thankfully, he didn't have that many contacts. Through shaky button presses, she managed to find the phone number of Oswald's dad. She quickly selected it and waited.

"Please...Please pick up..."

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An eerie silence engulfed the house. Not a single movement could be heard. Spring Bonnie sat on the couch in the living room, lost in thought. He had just finished vacuuming all around the house as a way to distract himself from the feeling of uneasiness that refused to leave his body.

The distraction worked. At least, for a while. But now that he found himself having free time again, the feeling returned, even stronger than before.

"You worry too much." he remembered Oswald's words once more in an attempt to calm himself down. The children were fine, surely.

He reached for the remote. Maybe he could watch some TV to get his mind off of his worries, but his train of thought was soon interrupted. Before he got the chance to turn on the TV, his ears perked up at a distant sound that unexpectedly broke the silence. He recognized the sound. It was a song. An old, country song, accompanied by a quiet buzzing. It came from somewhere down the corridor.

Abandoning the remote, Spring Bonnie stood up and went to investigate, his heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway. The song was coming from one of the rooms, where a phone sat forlornly on one of the nightstands. The phone in question belonged to Oswald's father. His human one, that is.

"He forgot his phone..." he thought.

Leaning towards the device, he glanced at the screen and saw a name displayed. "Oswald". Oswald was calling.

He stood there for a moment, unsure if he should pick up or not. The phone wasn't his, after all, and he wouldn't be able to talk anyway. But he didn't want to just leave it like that either.

He might as well try.

He fumbled a bit while trying to answer, his big robot hands being a little too big for the small phone. But, eventually, he succeeded.

"H...Hello? Is this Oswald's dad?" the shaky voice of a child stammered through the phone's speaker. It wasn't Oswald. He didn't recognize the voice, either.

Spring Bonnie wished he could answer. But even if he could, the voice didn't wait for a response.

"Please, if anyone can hear me I...This is Gabrielle...I..."

The poor child sounded frightened, struggling to find the right words.

"It's Oswald...He was...Something took him away, I-I don't know what to do...Please...I'm at the park right now, they went...I-I know where they went...You need to come here...I'll call the police too...But please, hurry..."

Then she hung up, letting the silence take over once again.

The grip he had on the phone tightened as he felt himself start to tremble. Black liquid began dripping— no, pouring from every socket and joint in his body. The feeling of uneasiness quickly turned into terror. Overwhelmed by emotions, he found himself unable to move. His mind flooded with thoughts. Horrible thoughts. Horrible possibilities.

"Oswald..."

He had to leave immediately.

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Oswald kicked and twisted in the bear's grasp. He was able to free one hand and began to push the robotic arm away. Or, at least, tried to. But, to no one's surprise, it didn't budge a single inch. The bear was far more powerful than him.

"Quite a squirmy one, aren't you?" the animatronic loudly inquired. Oswald flinched at the sound of his earsplitting voice. He wished he had both of his hands free so he could cover his ears.

"If only I was able to put you inside..." the bear continued, giggling to himself. "That would have made things a heck of a lot easier! But, sadly, that seat is already occupied!"

Oswald stopped wriggling and stared up at the bear with wide, dread-filled eyes. What did he mean by that...?

"W-who are you?" he somehow managed to stammer.

The bear turned his head towards the boy with a somewhat surprised expression.

"Well then! Since you were so nice to ask..." his voice glitched halfway through the sentence. "They used to call me Funtime Freddy!"

Oswald certainly didn't feel like he was having a fun time right now... but he dared to ask one more question.

"What are you going to do with me?"

Funtime Freddy chuckled.

"Only what we were created to do."

That response only served to make the boy even more confused.

Why was this happening? What did this animatronic even want with him? Hundreds of questions were swirling around in his mind. He wasn't even paying attention to where he was being taken anymore. He lost track of time and couldn't remember for how long they've been walking. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. He was panicking.

Click.

The sound of a door handle. Oswald didn't even notice when they arrived in front of an old, abandoned building. Was it a warehouse? It didn't matter. By the time he managed to gather his thoughts again, they were already deep inside the facility.

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Spring Bonnie ran and ran. Ran through bushes and twigs, across puddles and leaves, below branches and trees. He frantically wiped at the dark liquid that was pouring out of his eyes like a waterfall, hindering his vision.

Gabrielle said they went north. That was his only lead. He prayed and begged that that would be enough to find them.

"Please be alright...Please...Please..."

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Carried through the dark, decrepit corridors, Oswald sat helplessly in the clutches of the animatronic bear. He looked around in hopes of finding...something. Anything he might use to help identify where he was. Anything he might recognize. Pointless, as it turned out. He's never seen this place before. The whole building looked like it was falling apart at the seams. There were a few windows, but they were so dusty and dirty that he could barely see anything through them. Just a few trees, brushing their leafless branches against the glass.

"Here we are!" the bear eagerly declared.

The room they entered was bigger than the rest, from what he'd seen. Yet, still just as decaying as all the others. Cobwebs hanging all around them, tangled wires on the floor... A few metal shelves decorated the walls, standing almost as tall as the ceiling. They were mostly empty, save for a few dusty looking machines and toolboxes that sat there, forgotten by time.

Using one of his legs, the bear kicked the door, effectively closing it.

"The acoustics are pretty great in here, huh?" Funtime Freddy said jokingly, listening to the echo of his own distorted voice.

Oswald wanted to say something in response, but before he even had time to attempt to open his mouth, he found himself slammed against the wall.

With Oswald held firmly in his grasp, Funtime Freddy brought the boy to his eye level.

"It's been a while since I got someone as lively as you to play with!" he admitted. "I'm going to enjoy every second of this."

As the bear stared directly into his eyes, Oswald tried his hardest to avoid eye contact. But he couldn't look away. He was stuck like a deer caught in headlights. The boy tried to close his eyes, but even so, he still felt the piercing gaze of the animatronic's glowing, blue eyes. Summoning all his willpower, he somehow managed to tear his eyes away from the bear's face for just a second. Time enough to catch a glimpse of something. He didn't notice it up until then, but there was something reddish trickling down from the bear's abdomen. Was that...?

Oswald didn't want to know.

"Now..." the bear continued. "Shall we—"

Funtime Freddy suddenly went uncharacteristically quiet. His ear twitched as he waited and listened. Oswald listened carefully too. They both just stood there, in complete silence, for a couple of seconds.

"Strange. I could have sworn I heard—"

He didn't even have time to finish that sentence as a tall, dark figure rose up from behind him and, with their arm raised up in the air, aimed and swung directly at the bear's head, successfully and violently knocking him to the side and making him lose the grip he had on the child. The boy dropped to the ground, landing on his rear end.

Funtime Freddy stumbled back as his head spun around a few times from the force of impact, only stopping when his head clicked into position, facing the opposite way from where it was supposed to.

Oswald shook his head and looked around. What just happened?

That question was very soon answered when he looked up, where a familiar looking figure stood right before him, with long ears pointed upwards.

"Springs!" the boy couldn't help but smile and sigh in relief, even if the bunny did not look down at him. He was focused on something else. Or rather, someone else.

Spring Bonnie glared at the bear, who still stood there, twitching and glitching, with his torso forwards and his head backwards. But before long, through a cacophony of whirrs, clatters and clicks, he promptly spun his head back into its original position, staring directly at the uninvited guest. His grin widened.

"How cute..." he teased.

The bunny stared back at him with pitch-black eye sockets and glowing, blue pupils, but instead of displaying his usual grin, his jaw slowly unhinged to reveal multiple rows of razor-sharp fangs. He stepped in front of Oswald, acting as a shield between him and the bear. The dark liquid was still abundantly leaking. Meanwhile, a faint, but distinct sound could be heard. It was emanating from the bunny. Was he...growling? Oswald didn't remember hearing him make that sort of noise before.

"You came to play with us too?"

Funtime Freddy stepped forward, confidently. Spring Bonnie stood his ground. The growling only intensified.

"Let's have fun, then."

Without any warning, the bear charged directly at the yellow bunny. In response, the bunny also launched himself at the bear, somehow unhinging his jaw even further. They both managed to get a hold of each other, pushing and clawing at their respective opponent in hopes of immobilizing them. Spring Bonnie leaned forward and attempted to take a bite out of the bear's face, but was unsuccessful, as Funtime Freddy kept his head at a safe distance from the bunny's snapping mouth.

The scuffle continued and showed no signs of stopping. Oswald could only watch as the events unfolded before his eyes. Two giant robots going at each other's throats. It looked like they both had an equal chance of taking the other one out. The boy couldn't help but think this all looked like some kind of scene from a sci-fi movie. He would think it was kind of cool if he wasn't currently scared out of his mind. He kept his eyes on Spring Bonnie, cheering for him in his head, but unable to actually get a single word out. He watched in awe as the bunny somehow managed to get the upper hand, grasping the bear with all his strength and slowly pushing him back, step by step. That's when Oswald noticed something on the floor.

The wires. The many, tangled wires that slithered along the floor. A few of them even extended from where he was sitting, all the way to the opposite side of the room, going straight through the wall. He got an idea. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he had to at least try. He quickly got up to his feet, grabbed a few of them and, gathering all the strength in his body, he pulled. The wires straightened out, hovering over the ground. Just enough for the bear to step right into them.

Funtime Freddy inevitably lost his balance, causing him to fall on his back, violently clanging against the floor.

Before he even had the chance to process what happened, he felt his whole face being grabbed, yellow fingers making their way right into his eye sockets and keeping him in place. Spring Bonnie snarled as he loomed over the bear, tightening his grip while dark, viscous matter started dripping all over his hand and trickling down onto the bear's faceplates. Funtime Freddy attempted to lift his hand to push him back, but the bunny was quick to lift the bear's head off of the ground, before slamming him right back down against the cold, hard floor with all his might. He did so again, and again, and again, the thunderous sound of heavy metal clashing against concrete filling the room.

The bunny had no intention of stopping, but the bear has had enough. Between crashes, Funtime Freddy extended his arm and managed to grab the bunny by the neck— something that caught him completely off guard as he became way too focused on crushing the bear's head— throwing him to the side.

The two animatronics quickly got back up to their feet at the same time, both shaking and twitching. But there was something different about the bear. For a moment, his grin faded away and got replaced with a frown. His usual demeanor was a little different, too. He seemed mad.

A deafening screech emerged from the bear and reverberated through the room as his faceplates sprung wide open, revealing his rusty endoskeleton. When he closed them back up, one by one, his face was back to his regular, deranged expression. With his broken down arm swinging, he launched himself at the yellow bunny once more and aimed to strike him. Spring Bonnie was able to stop Freddy's attack with his own hand, grabbing onto the bear's handless arm before it could reach his face.

But that's when the bear stopped. His grin widened even more and he just stared him in the eyes.

Something wasn't right.

Click.

Spring Bonnie felt some kind of metallic object emerge from the bear's broken arm, poking him directly in the palm. He barely had a split second to think before sparks began to fly.

Oswald covered his ears at the sound of Spring Bonnie's earsplitting screech. A screech unlike anything he had ever heard before. He couldn't describe it. He's never heard Spring Bonnie make that sort of sound before, either.

The yellow bunny was writhing and shaking uncontrollably as electricity flowed through his entire body. By the time it stopped, he was unable to do anything. He could barely move. Weakened, he stumbled back and fell to his knees. To end things off, the bear kicked him down and watched as he twitched helplessly on the floor. Despite his pain, he only had one thing on his mind. "Oswald..." He had to get back up. He had to protect his son. He had to...

After glaring at the bunny for a few more moments, Funtime Freddy giggled and turned away, towards the boy.

Or, at least, where the boy was supposed to be. The grin on the bear's face started to disappear ever so slightly.

Where was he?

He stopped and scanned the room from top to bottom. Oswald was nowhere to be seen. He did notice, however, the entrance to the room. The door was wide open.

Funtime Freddy wasted no time and immediately went for the door, leaving behind the twitching bunny.

With shaky hands, Spring Bonnie struggled to roll over and tried to get up, just in time to watch the bear leave the room and slam the door behind him.

Clumsily getting up and trying his best to remain stable on his jittery feet, he rushed to the door and desperately rattled the handle.

It was locked. Either that or something was blocking it from the other side.

Panicking, he kept pushing and pulling at the door. He banged his fists on it, he kicked it, he slammed his whole body into it, but it did nothing.

The bunny turned around and frantically searched the room. There had to be another way out. And as his eyes darted around, he finally set his sight on a possible exit.

The window.

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Oswald sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Exit...Exit...Where's the exit?!"

As he dashed through the dilapidated maze of hallways and corridors, he felt like every turn he took was useless. Everything looked the same. He could have sworn it wasn't like that before. Did the building somehow grow bigger? It didn't look that big from the outside. As he ran, he found numerous doors, but none leading to the outside. Some were locked. Some opened, only to reveal even more forgotten rooms with no escape.

Being faced with dead end after dead end, Oswald eventually stopped in the middle of the hallway he was currently traversing. He felt his vision start to blur as a feeling of dread began to creep its way throughout his body. He couldn't find the exit. He didn't even know where he was anymore. The building felt so massive, yet he felt so claustrophobic in these narrow, endless corridors.

But he didn't have time to ponder. A sudden noise made him snap out of his trance.

A voice. A distant, stuttering voice, calling his name. He knew this voice all too well by now. The voice grew nearer, now accompanied by heavy, metallic footsteps, rapidly approaching.

Oswald spun around, searching for a place to hide.

A small table stood behind him with its damp, moth-eaten tablecloth still mostly intact on top of it. Next to it, a single chair stood collecting dust, untouched for decades. Probably a small resting area for the people who used to work in this place, he guessed.

No time to waste.

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Funtime Freddy turned the corner and glared down the hallway. Still no child in sight.

"Up for a game of hide and seek?" his voice box glitched again. "Oh, how fun!"

The white bear slowed down his pace, now scanning the corridor. His head whirred and clicked loudly as it turned around persistently.

"I have to warn you, though!" he continued in a strangely playful tone. "Whenever I'm seeker, I always win!"

Oswald sat trembling under the table, holding his breath when he heard the animatronic's footsteps approaching. He held both of his hands pressed against his mouth, trying to stop himself from making any noise. He barely managed to stifle a scream when he felt something crawling across his face. The underside of the table was filled with cobwebs, as expected. So spiders had to be present too, much to Oswald's despair. He shut his eyes tightly as he waited for the footsteps to fade down the corridor. He felt the floor beneath him vibrate as the animatronic passed by the table. If he opened his eyes, he would have definitely seen him stomping by through the holes in the tablecloth. He started to feel lightheaded, he lost track of how long he's been doing this. Just a little longer...

...

He couldn't hear any footsteps anymore.

Oswald finally let himself breathe again. He took a deep breath, but instead of air, it felt like only dust and spiderweb made their way down his throat. He tried his best not to cough too loudly.

But it seemed like his efforts were in vain.

Mere moments after that, mechanical whirrs rang out nearby and, shortly after, the table got lifted into the air. Not only that, but it was also effortlessly flipped over, revealing the one responsible for it.

"Found you!"

Funtime Freddy towered over the boy, grinning as ominously as ever.

Oswald stumbled to get back on his feet, just in time to avoid the metallic arm that plunged after him. He slithered his way right between the bear's legs and bolted through the hall in whatever direction he saw first. There was no time to think. And it's not like he knew where he was going, anyway. He just needed to get as far away from the bear as possible.

"Slippery little brat." the bear sounded slightly annoyed, but it didn't seem to bother him too much, as he was still grinning widely. "You'd rather play catch instead? Fine by me!"

Oswald heard the animatronic stomping behind him at an alarmingly fast pace. He didn't think that he was able to run this fast, especially after the tussle with the bunny.

As he felt the bear catching up with him, he spotted another door. It was already half open. He couldn't remember if it was him who opened it earlier in search of the exit or if it was always like that. It didn't matter. He got in and immediately searched the door for a way to lock it. It had a latch, thankfully, albeit a pretty flimsy one, but it was better than nothing. He reached for it and promptly locked the door.

The boy backed away slowly. He knew the latch wouldn't hold out for a long time, so he had to think of what to do next and fast. When he took one more step behind, he bumped into something. He couldn't help but shriek when he felt himself being grabbed by the shoulder. He spun around and yanked himself from the grasp of whatever just touched him.

But the fear soon vanished once he spotted who was actually behind him.

A familiar yellow bunny in a brown trench coat stood there, kneeled down, with his hands held out in front of him as if to gesture that he didn't mean to frighten the boy. He looked down at the child with lowered ears and unblinking eyes, yet there seemed to be a certain gentleness behind that gaze. Oswald never thought he'd feel so happy to see another animatronic in his life. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around the bunny and held him tight, burying his face in his coat. Not long after, he felt the arms of the animatronic slowly wrap around him, returning the hug.

Bang.

It seemed like the moment of tenderness had to wait until later.

Funtime Freddy began to bang on the door, each knock rattling the latch and loosening it. It looked like it was about to fall off.

Spring Bonnie rushed to the door in an attempt to keep it shut with his own body, but right as he got to it, one final knock sent the latch flying across the room. A white, handless arm slithered its way into the room. He recognized the limb. The exact same one that shocked him not too long ago.

The yellow bunny held the door against the flailing arm, not letting the rest of the bear get in. He tried to shut the door, but he knew that it would be impossible with the arm in the way. He slammed his whole body into the door, hoping it would do something.

Crack.

"...?"

The noise was coming from the metal arm.

He slammed himself into the door again.

Crack.

This was it.

Spring Bonnie continued to slam against the door, each hit causing the arm to make more cracking noises. He kept doing it until...

Clang.

The entire arm detached from the bear, crashing onto the floor and rolling away. He was finally able to shut the door all the way.

The disembodied arm rolled towards Oswald, who stepped away from it. He saw what that arm could do. He wasn't going to get anywhere near it.

As he stepped back he felt something on the floor. It made a small splashing sound. He looked behind him.

At the back of the room, there was a rather large puddle of water. Most likely rainwater that seeped its way through the decrepit ceiling over the years. It was quite deep.

He glanced down at it, then back at the arm standing in front of him. Then he looked back up at Spring Bonnie, who stood with his back against the door, trying his hardest to keep it shut as the bear continued to bang on it from the outside. The missing arm didn't seem to stop him.

The bunny also noticed the arm, as well as the puddle behind Oswald.

The gears were turning in their minds— perhaps quite literally in Spring Bonnie's case— as they both seemed to envision the exact same plan.

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Funtime Freddy was starting to lose his patience and began slamming into the door with all his force.

To his surprise, it finally opened, revealing the boy standing alone in the middle of the room.

Using his leg, he shut the door behind him, maintaining eye contact with his target the whole time.

"Nowhere to run now, little ocelot!"

Oswald stared back at the bear with wide eyes, but he didn't move from his spot. He felt his heartbeat start to accelerate again.

The bear launched himself at the boy— hand extended and ready to grab— but the boy was quick to sidestep out of the way. Before he even had time to make his next move, the bear felt himself being pushed from behind by a force as equal as his, causing him to fall face-first into the puddle of water. For a split second, he noticed something else standing in the water right beside him: his own detached arm. In the next split second, it was already too late.

Spring Bonnie and Oswald watched as Funtime Freddy started twitching and writhing in the electrified water while sparks began to fly once again. To their dismay, the bear attempted to get back up, despite his pain.

The bunny quickly picked Oswald up and got out of the room, keeping the door shut. They could still hear the agonized screech of the animatronic bear behind the door, but only for a few more moments, followed by the sound of something powering down and crashing against the floor.

Spring Bonnie carefully placed his son down as far away from the room as possible. Then he slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

The bear was collapsed on the ground near the door, showing no more signs of movement.

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An uncomfortable silence took over the entire building.

They both stared down at the motionless animatronic, still processing everything that happened.

"Is it over..?"

Spring Bonnie turned around to look at his son. He wasn't sure how to answer. He had a feeling this was far from over. They might have been able to decommission the bear, if only for a while, but surely that wasn't the end of it.

"Can't we...I don't know..." the boy continued. "Turn him off somehow? For good?"

He hoped that an animatronic would have more knowledge about this than him. There had to be a way to deactivate Funtime Freddy permanently, right?

From the look of the bunny, he wasn't quite sure himself. But they might as well try.

Spring Bonnie dragged the unmoving body of the bear out of the room and propped him up against the wall.

The two pairs of eyes scanned over the robot from top to bottom, wondering what to do. As they searched, Spring Bonnie's eyes landed on something that stuck out.

The bear's abdomen. It looked like it was some sort of door. He didn't notice it before since it was closed tight. But now it was ever so slightly open. It looked stuck, but it was sticking outward just a little bit. It must have come loose after all that happened.

Spring Bonnie kneeled down in front of the bear and grabbed the metallic door, attempting to open it. He struggled a bit but, at last, it swung open.

A foul, putrid odor quickly overtook the damp smell of the room and the silence was finally broken by Oswald's horrified scream.

Spring Bonnie also froze at the sight of what he just found.

A young girl sat crammed inside the bear's chest cavity, motionless. But she looked...wrong.

Her clothes were covered from head to toe in what they could only assume was dried blood. The same could also be said about the inside of the cavity. The walls were smeared with a similar color.

Her body was contorted in ways that shouldn't be possible, her skin rotting and decaying.

But most of all, her head...Her head wasn't where it was supposed to be...

Oswald turned away and gagged.

How long has she been in there...?

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Red and blue lights danced between the branches of the trees.

The yellow bunny and the boy waited patiently outside the building. Many voices were coming from inside, but they couldn't make out what they were saying. They guessed it was probably about the dead body they found. Or about the freaky animatronic bear that housed the corpse.

Oswald was crouched next to Spring Bonnie, using a stick to draw in the mud. He wasn't drawing anything specific, he was just mindlessly dragging the twig through the mud and making lines, most likely attempting to distract himself from thinking about what just happened. Still, the bunny watched him intently and curiously, tilting his head to the side.

"Oswald!"

The bunny's ears twitched. The voice of a woman called out from the distance. Oswald looked up, instantly recognizing it.

Two figures were fast approaching. A woman with blonde hair, followed by a scruffy looking man.

"Mom! Dad!"

Oswald eagerly sprinted towards the two and greeted them with a hug. The woman kneeled down and quickly wrapped her arms around the boy, refusing to let go for the next couple of minutes. The man joined in from behind.

"We heard what happened, I..." she attempted to speak but began to stammer.

"We came as fast as we could." the man continued in her stead.

"Thank God you're okay..." she managed to get her voice to work again, squeezing the boy tighter. She sounded like she was holding back tears.

"Thank him." Oswald whispered.

The woman finally let go to look at where the boy was pointing.

Unsurprisingly, the tall, yellow bunny was not far behind him. He slowly waved at them.

"He protected me."

The woman glanced at her husband, who shrugged and smiled at her, then looked back at the bunny. She also gave him a gentle smile.

"Thank you."

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Yellow police tape surrounded the area.

Even hours later, people in uniforms were still inside the building, gathered around the white animatronic that was sitting slumped against the wall. The inside of his storage tank was now empty.

"So what the hell even is that thing?" one of the men dared to ask, glaring at the bear.

"Hell if I know." another one answered.

Neither of them knew what he was or where he came from. But it didn't matter, they thought. What mattered was what they found inside of him.

"We've identified the victim, sir." a woman in uniform stepped in and joined the conversation. She carried a few documents in her hand. "Millicent Fitzsimmons, 14 years old. She went missing almost a year ago."

She held out a picture of a young girl with dyed, black hair. Her brown roots were beginning to show. She was wearing a purple hoodie with black sleeves.

"Poor thing. So young, too..."

While they were examining the picture, a small noise was heard nearby. The woman looked around, trying to identify where it came from. Her eyes widened.

"Did it...always look like that?"

The two men looked to where she was pointing.

The bear's eyes stared directly at them.

#[ itp: happy ending au ]#fazbear frights #into the pit #fnaf into the pit #spring bonnie #itp spring bonnie #fnaf oswald #fnaf gabrielle #funtime freddy #ctw funtime freddy #fnaf #fnaf au #springle writes

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Falling Part Three | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Lana and Jae get closer and you ask Jimin for advice on how to deal with her while also trying to rationalize why Jungkook would be on earth Pairing: Angel f!reader x Fallen Angel Jungkook Word Count: 2.9k~ Warnings: Talks about doubting God and questioning why he let's bad things happen to people on earth as well as leaving heaven to join the devil. This is not meant to be harmful to any religion and I don't want to cause any doubt in God or your faith so if you feel that would affect you then please do not read. Nothing super in depth but still wanted to preface it with this. a/n: I finished this and immediately posted it after some rough editing but I wanted to get it out asap lol hope you guys like it!

Once Lana is done for the day I keep my head on a swivel trying to see if I can catch a glimpse of Jungkook anywhere. Is he a student? He has to be a student right? The only way he would materialize would be if the person he was assigned to has already turned 18. He couldn't possibly be a teacher because I would've noticed by now. Meaning he's highly likely to be in his Senior year just like Lana. There are so many kids here though, how am I going to figure out which students have turned 18 recently?

"Lana!" I hear her name being called from across the hall by that same boy from before. "Oh Jae! Are you all done for the day too?" she asks clearly wanting to see if they would be getting off at the same time for future reference. "Yeah I just finished, did you drive here?" he asks curious as well to see if she would need a ride home most days. "No, my mom dropped me off. I usually just hang around school for a bit and do some homework until she gets off work and comes to get me" she explains.

"Oh okay, well if you want I could give you a ride?" he offers, clearly insinuating something else but it seems to be in a playful manner more than anything. "That's okay, she's already planning on picking me up today. Rain check?" she asks hopeful he won't feel bad about her shooting him down.

"Sure. Would it be okay if I kept you company until she does?" he questions, she smiles and nods which seems to uplift his spirits again which is good in her mind. "Cool" he says and follows her lead to one of the table outside in the courtyard near the area her mom picks her up at.

"So, how are you liking things so far?" she questions, hoping to find something that they can talk about for a while. "It was a pretty seamless transition thankfully. All of my credits transferred so I didn't have to worry about trying to make up for the ones that didn't" he answers. "That's great! Scrambling to make those up before graduation would've been really difficult" she cringes just thinking about the potential of being held back.

"Plus the students here are really nice, and one girl in particular has caught my eye" he teases, messing with the strap on her bag, almost shy to admit. "Oh yeah? And who might that be?" she questions, catching me off guard. 'Where the heck did she learn how to flirt? And why is she already good at it?' I think to myself.

"Oh, just this really smart, cute and funny girl that I met. I bumped into her on accident today though so I'm not really sure if she likes me or not" he continues. "Are you sure it was on accident?" she teases. 'What the heck Lana! Why aren't you the shy awkward girl I know you to be anymore?' I think to myself now slightly panicking. 'She must really like this boy so far if she's had a sudden change of character just to entertain his advances. This isn't good'.

After getting home her mom finally takes note of how differently she's acting. She calls out for her and Lana simply hums to show she's listening. "Did something happen at school today?" she asks, also a little worried about her. 'Thank God I'm not the only one' I chime in in my head. If this guy wasn't dressed like the definition of trouble I might not be this concerned but I can't help the slight panic I'm starting to feel.

"No, not really" she say and makes her way up to her room, with me following close behind. "Hey come back down when dinner is ready! No skipping meals today" he mom yells after her. "Yes mom" she responds and closes her door right after the words leave her mouth.

Jae: Did you get home safe?

Lana: Yeah just walked in. Did you?

Jae: Yeah I did. What are your plans for the rest of the day?

Lana: Nothing really. I've got some homework to do but other than that I'm pretty much free. Why?

Jae: I wanted to see if you wanted to go for a drive

She pauses for a second and thinks about it. She's nervous but excited, that's for sure but I really really hope she'll say no. She knows that she isn't supposed to be hanging out with anyone, let alone a boy she just met after curfew. 'Please Lana, please but smart about this' I pray, not wanting to add another sin to her tally of not obeying the rules set out for her.

Lana: Oh I don't know, I'm not supposed to be out late on a school night

'Yes Lana! Good girl!' I rejoice. Hopefully he won't push her too much, but I don't blame him for trying, Lana is a very pretty girl.

Jae: It's probably because we don't know each other well too huh?

Lana: Yeah that too

Jae: It's okay I get it

Lana: But if you're free we could talk on the phone? That way we can get to know each other a bit better :)

Jae: Sure

*Jae would like to FaceTime*

"I said call, not FaceTime" she panics out loud while looking at herself in the mirror before pressing accept.

"I said we could talk on the phone" she says frustrated at being caught off guard. "Are we not talking on the phone?" his voice resounds on loud since Lana hasn't put her Airpods in yet. "Well...yes" "Then what's the problem Pretty?" he says with a half smile, watching as her eyes widen at the pet name.

"Why did you call me that?" she asks, biting her lip to keep a smile from cracking while occupying herself with finding her Airpods so her mom doesn't hear him. "Because you're pretty" he says with (not gonna lie) a gorgeous smile. Lana better be careful because I feel like this one is ready to break her heart. Once she finally finds them she puts them in and continues their conversation which I thankfully am still able to hear.

"Is it okay if I call you Pretty?" he surprisingly asks for permission. "As long and I'm the only one you're calling that then yeah I guess so" she says and I can feel her heart racing in anticipation to see what his response might be. "Who else would I call Pretty, Pretty? If I've got you I don't need anyone else" he says, his words sweet as honey warm up her skin.

"You think you've got me?" she says raising a brow at him. 'Okay Lana, you've still got some fight in you' I'm glad to see she's not playing into his games too quickly. If I were her I would have this guy be putty in my hands before I let him call me anything. 'I- nope I'm not her. Yep, we're just gonna. Uh huh let's give her some privacy' I think to myself and quickly call Jimin to ask for advice.

"Hey! Long time no see" he says when his hologram pops up. "Yeah sorry I've been really busy with Lana. A new boy just stepped in the scene and I'm not really sure what I should do to help protect her" I say and watch as he takes in the information and thinks on it for a second. "Lana has been a really good girl right? She's been respectful and honest and follows the rules, does well in school, all of that stuff right?" he asks listing off the things I've told him about before.

"Yes, all of those are still true but I'm nervous. This Jae guy is a capital T for Trouble and I know I'm not supposed to judge but I have to discern on what exactly I'm supposed to do here. Plus her birthday is next month so hopefully I'll be materializing that day if things go according to God's plan" I say, reminding both him and myself of the sort of situation we're dealing with.

"You also have to remember she's still a teenager. Teenagers are supposed to grow up and mess up and get their hearts broken if life takes them down that path. It's perfectly normal for her to like a guy and for him to like her back. It's something new since she really hasn't shown any true interest in boys so I understand how you're feeling but just pray and watch over her. That's all you can really do until her birthday and hopefully by then you'll be able to actually help guide her if she's open to it" he says.

Now that I think about it, I have been super on edge with her recently, even before Jae came around. Maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Just watch, wait, and gather information about how their relationship grows and changes in these next few weeks so you're able to figure out a game plan before you materialize alright?" he finishes and I take it all into account.

"Another weird thing happened today, my bracelet lit up when Lana and I were at school" I relay and I can see his face go from confused, to excited, to scared as well as a whole other range of emotions that I can't quite identify. "How could he even be there? Do you think he's materialized as someone's fallen angel? Are there even kids that are that bad at her school? I thought you said she was at a good one?" he asks, just as confused as I am.

"Doesn't mean there aren't a couple of bad eggs lost in the mix" I say, sitting down on Lana's bed to hopefully relax for a bit. "The only way that my bracelet would light up would be if he was in the same realm, correct?" I ask him to which he nods. "And when you fall you become a fallen angel, right?" to which he nods again. "So after all of these years there is still a possibility that he could've been assigned to be someone's fallen angel. Their bad influence so to say, right?" I finish. "Well yeah, but the odds of that are slim. Usually the angels who have fallen are left as slaves and can't come out of hell even if they tried" he explains.

"Yeah but Jungkook's different, you and I both know that. He could've been taken under someones wing, for lack of a better term. They could've seen potential and drive in him. Plus his brother is there, he fell during the war between angels so he's been there since the very beginning. He could've found out that Jungkook had fallen and got him whatever job he wanted" I finish, showing Jimin the possibilities that could've caused our paths to cross again.

Maybe all these years he's been leading people straight into the arms of Lucifer. I can't even imagine the horrors he's gone through or worse, taken part in or caused on his own. "Did you see him?" he asks the question that I knew he has been itching to ask. I shake my head and let it fall "I tried looking around but Lana had to get to class so I was stuck with her in there for an hour. When we left I kept on looking as best as I could to find him but he wasn't there". "Maybe try again tomorrow? You'll find him don't worry" Jimin reassures me and we end our call soon after that.

I check up on Lana's call and it seems like they haven't gotten up to too much mischief, just some harmless flirting here and there. "Lana! Dinner!" we both hear her mom yell. "Hey I have to go but I'll see you at school tomorrow okay?" she says, rushing to finish up so her mom doesn't get too suspicious. "Alright, goodnight Pretty" he says in a teasing tone that gives her butterflies in her stomach. "Goodnight Jae" she responds and quickly hangs up the phone before rushing downstairs.

The next day at school Jae finds Lana in the same hallway they had met in and comes right up to her and swoops up her books again. "Hey!" she protests, trying to get them back just like yesterday. "Hello to you too Pretty" he says chuckling at her. "You really don't have to do that" she says crossing her arms awkwardly while they repeat the same steps they had done yesterday. "I know, but I want to. How did you sleep?" he questions glancing over at her while they continue on their journey.

"I slept alright, what about you?" she asks looking at him and just now noticing the dark circles under his eyes. "I slept like a baby" he responds, clearly lying. "Are you sure? Because those bags under your eyes are telling a different story" she teases, trying not to prod but being open to the discussion. "Well for the amount of time that I did sleep, I slept like a baby" he chuckles and they continue on down the hallway.

Once they reach the classroom they do the same as before, hanging out right outside to talk when she notices a cut and a slight bruise on his cheekbone that she hadn't seen before since she had been walking on the opposite side of him. "Jae what happened?" she asks clearly concerned and on instinct grabbing his opposite cheek to keep him in place so she can inspect it.

"It's nothing don't worry about it" he says taking her hand off his face gently and toying with her fingers. "It's clearly not nothing. Does it hurt?" she asks with her brows knitted together while she brings her other hand up and traces the area with a feather light touch. He flinches and hisses as if she's hurt him and she gets even more concerned before she realizes he's joking. "Don't do that! I'm worried about you" she says pushing on one of his shoulders a bit to which he hisses out in true pain.

"Jae oh my gosh I'm so sorry. I-" she starts but stops when he places one of his hands on her cheek. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine" he says and makes purposeful eye contact with her, to which she decides to just look towards the floor after a second and nods, not asking any further. "Hey" he says and brings her chin back up to look at him again "Just trust me okay?" he asks and she just nods again in response.

"I need words Pretty" he says using that pet name with her again, making her eyes widen a bit. "Okay" she agrees, "Okay what?" he says tilting his head at her in amusement, teasing to get a smile out of her. "Okay I trust you" she says, giving him that smile he was searching for. "There she is" he says, referring to her normal playful self.

"Let's head inside okay?" he suggests and she grabs her books from him before he make moves to even push off of the wall he had been leaning against. He tries to reach out for them but she gives him a stern look telling him not to push his luck with her. "Alright alright fine" he says holding his hands up and decides to walk behind her when they walk into the classroom and follows her over to her desk.

"Can I walk you to your next class?" he asks when she sits down and she nods in agreement but she shies away when he raises a brow at her. "Yes Jae I would love it if you walked me to class" she says and at that he gives her a half smile and runs a thumb over her cheek before he heads off to his seat.

"My brain is total mush right now" Jae says as they finish up the lesson. "Oh come on it wasn't that bad" Lana laughs and shakes her head as they make their way over to her next class. "Hey Jae!" we all hear a voice say from behind. Even before his voice met my ears my bracelet lit up "Oh hey, give me a minute I'm just gonna walk Lana to her class" Jae says as they continue on down the hallway. "Okay, we'll be outside" he says and even though my head is telling me not to my heart has a mind of it's own making me turn to face him.

The first thing my eyes land on is his bracelet that he seems to be fiddling with, him looking as confused as I was yesterday. No longer gold but it still sits on his wrist, beaten and tarnished so much so that it has turned into a dark matte black. Another reminder of how far he's fallen, as if his appearance and demeanor wasn't enough.

He's dressed just like Jae, with piercings and those same burnt and twisted branches as well, his woven through other various tattoos on one of his arms of all shapes and sizes, a particular one catching my eye. He takes a look around to see if he could possibly catch sight of me but fallen angels can't see other angels until they too materialize. I can't help the few tears that fall from the shock of the state he's in especially when he heads back outside to a group of other guys dressed just like them.

What are Jae and Jungkook involved in? And why for God's sake did he have to choose Lana?

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