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Imagine #70 | Request #31 (Part 3/3 of Isaac Lahey x Alpha!Reader)

Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2 (might need to rewrite these two though)

Can I just say that you guys who stuck with this blog (and the Wattpad imagines) are the best? And to think I haven't posted in years and we've hit 6k+ followers when I came back?! I don't even know how you people are still here and loving the pieces I put out when I'm here cringing over the old works back in 2015!

Warnings: The usual when it comes to the Teen Wolf series, specifically the Dread Doctors' season, mentions of blood, bones breaking, drugs, needles, a few curse words, idk if this is angst? whump?

Word Count: 6k+ (it's probably the longest I've written omg)

Not much of a flashback or backstory (I'm out of words, I can't squeeze anymore juices out of my brain, my bad). As usual, this is note beta-ed and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my first language :(

“No more, please,” weak cries fell on deaf ears as you were dragged down from one hall to another, the smell of disinfectant and rust overpowering your already sensitive nose and magnifying the headache that was present from when you took a beating earlier.

The sound of bare flesh skidding on the polished floor bounced off the walls as you tried to pull away and run from your captors, you did not care of the stinging sensation that radiated from the pads of your feet - the open wounds left untreated by the people who kept you in hopes that whatever was inside of you can take care of it on its own.

You were repulsed at the thought of them still being considered as people after what they have put you through - they were monsters.

“Just a little more, my dear.” One of the figures that held your arm sneered, the grip on your bicep tightening making you clench your jaw. You internally scoffed at this knowing well that it won’t be ‘just a little more’ with how long and how frequent it happened and will happen.

“She should be able to go through another round.” A voice, deeper than the feminine one from earlier, spoke up as you entered through the heavy double doors of a room - an operating theater you guessed from the setup. “Prep her.”

“Her vitals are stronger now.” The third person declared, their fingers flipping through the pages of the clipboard in their hands before glancing towards the monitor to one side of the room - an image of your anatomy on display with different colors corresponding to each system in your body.

“The less you struggle the faster this will be.” One of the doctors, the Geneticist, who dragged you to this hell hole hummed as she was met with resistance on your end while she strapped you down on the cold metal table, the leather rubbing your already raw skin.

Her patience with you was at a limit, she was close to just ending it - ending you. But they have already achieved so much with their craft that it would be such a waste of time and resource to start from square one.

“Remember,” The Pathologist warned as he walked closer to you once you were settled down. “The louder you scream, the more blood we take from you.”

The tears that fell from your eyes to the sides of your face tickled your ears at the threat, small whimpers coming from you were ignored.

“Might I remind you that the btch wakes up?” The Geneticist interrupted, irritation in her voice as she steadied your shaking right hand before inserting an IV cannula in a vein at the back of your hand and taping it in place. Looking up to her left, she reached for the device below one of the two bags that hung on the pole and unclamped its tube letting the mix of anxiolytic, hypnotic, and anticonvulsant start to flow down to you. She then turned her attention to the other bag beside it, a mix of amnestic, and myorelaxant drugs, and did the same - a near-perfect cocktail mix they specifically designed for you.

She reminded the other doctors that no matter how much benzos, relaxants, or other drug concoctions they pump in your veins, you will wake up in between operations screaming your head off while attempting to break free of the hold you are currently in. “No matter how much sedatives we put in her, her wolf is too strong-”

“It’s an animal-” The Surgeon spoke up.

“She’s an alpha, a pure one-” She argued again, almost growling at the hard-headedness of her co-doctors before she was cut off by the same person.

“An animal.” He spoke in finality. “We are humans - gods even! We are at the very top of the damned food chain.”

The room suddenly fell silent, your whimpers, the beeping of a monitor, and the hum of the machines somewhere in the room were the only things that could be heard as you started to feel the effects of the fluids injected into you.

The tension you felt from earlier began to leave your body just as your vision started getting cloudy, your eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. You didn’t notice the Pathologist holding up a syringe to the light, flicking the bubbles away with his middle finger and thumb a few times before the taste of rubber invaded your mouth with such force that hurt your lips, gums, and teeth.

The Surgeon that was above you, blocking the light for a few moments, had shoved the mouth guard in before he continued securing your head in the metal gear positioned above you. Your neck followed suit with a hard metal clamp attached to the table effectively locking you in place and soon, your whole body was completely immobilized with a loud click from the double lock clamps.

The tears continued to flow down the sides of your face as you fought the sleepiness, praying for this to just end. The dread of what is to come overwhelming you and making your body shake as much as the drugs and table’s hold on you would allow.

“I’m surprised the smart one hasn’t figured it out yet.” They exchanged small talk over your muffled screams as soon as you felt the sharp sting of a needle puncturing your skin and into your cervical spine; expelling whatever it was they created into your system for the nth time. Your ears hurt from the ringing in your head while your throat burned as the pain from the syringe radiated all over your body.

“I’m surprised her mate hasn’t.” The Geneticist replied with emphasis.

“My friends, let us not be complacent.” Their leader ended their conversation as he now concentrated on looking at the x-ray on the monitor showing the movement of the serum as it spread in you.

“We continue our routine - clean her up, wipe her to an extent and then return her. ” He added as he pushed more of the liquid in you with a press of a button by your head.

“Marcel, they will know, soon enough.” She pointed out. “She will start to have withdrawals if-”

“We won’t let that happen.”

Sneakers skidding on the floor as everyone seemed to scramble out of the way towards the door, eyes wide with fear looking at the figure in front of them.

“Y/N?”

“Alpha?”

Isaac watched as the massive wolf in front of them let out a deep growl with its teeth bared at the people that called her attention, the fur on her back and chest standing up making her look even bigger than she already is.

“Y/N,” Isaac knew that Deaton was the best person to handle all kinds of supernatural cases, hence, the title of Emissary to their pack. “It’s Deaton.”

Letting out another growl as you licked your lips, your tail flicked lowly behind you as your eyes darted to each person present in the room before landing back to one in particular who was too close for comfort.

“Y/N, hey,” His voice sounded softer, it almost made you feel a sense of comfort until his hand reached out to you and made you snap back and almost bite it off.

This instinctively made Scott pull Isaac back by his shirt to a safe distance, struggling a bit in his grasp as the beta did not want to be moved further away from you despite the situation.

“Isaac, move back,” Deaton warned when he noticed that the curly-haired werewolf was not backing down, a hand gesturing for him to move away from you. “She’s scared.”

“No, Deaton, she heard me. She’s there - Y/N,” Isaac argued before turning his attention back to you again, blue eyes already glassy as tears filled the rim of his eyes. “She heard me.”

Isaac tried to hold on to the hope that you were present underneath the wolf because he was sure he saw that familiar glimmer that was distinctly you.

Just as he attempted to reach out to you again with a whisper of your name on his lips, the same frequency you heard before rang in your ears making you seize up and drop to the ground.

“Agh! What is that?” Liam winced as his hands reached up to his head to cover his ears, eyes scrunching shut as he tried to will away the incessant ringing.

“What’s what?” Mason asked with confusion etched on his face as he looked at his friend then to Stiles and the others, the werewolves in the room in particular, doing the same.

Isaac did not care for the ringing he heard, witnessing you looking like you were being kicked or beaten as you struggled to stand up, the sound of pained screams, whines, and whimpers coming out of you pulled at his heart making him drop to his knees beside you.

His hands hovered over your form trying to figure out what to do while he avoided getting scratched by the large clawed paws that writhed with your body, Scott and Thor doing the same and looking over you trying to see where exactly were you hurting.

“Deaton,” Isaac called as he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder before hissing - you were burning up and the black color that coursed through his veins upon touching you wreaked of disease. “Deaton what do we do?!”

“What is that?” Thor asked in bewilderment as he saw what was happening with Isaac’s arms.

“Hold her still as much as you can,” The vet’s voice was calm despite the mess, going to one of the counters in the room and asking Stiles and Mason for assistance as he tried to collect what sounded like glass vials from the way it clinked in their hold.

Isaac heard Thor mutter an apology to his alpha as he tried to hold your hind legs down as much as he can, Scott doing the same by your torso and Isaac by your neck.

“Y/N,” Isaac continued to call for you as he tried to hold your front legs down. “It’s Isaac, baby - it’s me.”

“Hurry!” Scott called to Deaton as his eyes scrunched and a sheen of sweat already present on their foreheads, the ringing still present in their ears making it difficult for them to concentrate.

Just as Deaton returned and knelt by your side, carrying a stainless steel tray that contained what looked like multiple large syringes in it, the static ringing noise started to get louder making the supernatural beings in the room let out a pained groan and lose their grip on you.

It grew too much too quickly to bear, causing the lights and windows above your heads to shatter and engulf the room in darkness. As everyone ducked for cover, Isaac stayed by your side and tried to shield you from the onslaught of sharp glass descending on you.

It took a few moments before the ringing stopped and the feel of cold air entered the room, snapping them back to their senses as their eyes opened at the smell of blood it carried with it.

Isaac immediately sat up as he felt the cold tiled floor and not your warm body underneath him.

“Y/N,” was all he said before he sprinted out of the room, the others following behind him.

“How did she get out?” He heard Stiles behind him once they reached the outside of the clinic, Thor already looking around the perimeter of the establishment for any signs of you.

Isaac’s brain was running a hundred miles at what he saw and what had just happened inside, his lips quivering as he ran his hands through his hair and pulling at the roots in frustration. He sniffled as he tried to stop the tears from running down his cheeks with the heels of his hands. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and tried to even out his breathing before turning to Scott.

“She’s not gone,” his alpha spoke, already reassuring him. “We’re going to find her.”

Just before Isaac could reply and shoot down the optimism his alpha had, a car screeched to a halt in front of them.

“Where is she?!” Lydia asked as she got out of the driver’s side, a frantic look in her bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” Stiles was immediately by her side, cupping her face in his hands. But Lydia only moved out of the way and turned to Isaac and asked again.

“We don’t know where she is. She disappeared right before Deaton -” Lydia was close to tears again as she groaned in frustration.

“They can’t get her back.” She said, sounding more of a beg as her voice shook a little.

Everyone in front of her stopped what they were doing and looked at the Banshee.

“Who’s they? And where do you think Y/N is?” Stiles asked before a few seconds later, realization hit him.

It was on the way to Eichen House that Lydia explained everything she saw that made her break all the traffic laws implemented in Beacon Hills just to rush to the vet clinic. Isaac could not shake the feeling that Lydia, a banshee – a herald of death, had visions of you in his arms already in eternal slumber. His wolf broke more than a little as she spoke more of what she saw, only a few words registering to him – Y/N, doctors, experiment, and torture.

Everything was a flash for Isaac now, he did not even realize that they were now in a tunnel under the mental facility planning on who was going where.

But once their strategy was laid out, Isaac wasted no time in trying to locate even the faintest of your scent in the damp and moldy tunnel he was walking through. He heard Stiles and Lydia speaking on the phone in his pocket that they'd found an office that had files strewn everywhere – files that specifically contained information about you and what they have done with you so far.

“Any luck finding her?” Lydia asked as Isaac heard papers being flipped on the other end of the line.

“Nope, not yet,” Liam replied.

“No, she’s not here.” Thor was next then Scott, all claiming to find only empty rooms and dungeons.

“Isaac?” Lydia asked after not hearing from him.

“None,” he answered, sounding defeated as he rounded another corner with you nowhere in sight.

Isaac could hear collective sighs as they continued their searches, his ears already drowning out what Lydia and Stiles were doing - occasionally spitting out questions of why’s as they continued to browse through what they found in the files.

His breathing became labored as his mind started to play tricks on him the further we walked down the tunnel, the source of light slowly fading the deeper he went.

Just as he was about to turn another corner, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt as though soft fingertips touched him, making his skin crawl as he turned around quickly only to find an empty space. But as he directed his attention to the other corner of the room, the colors on his face drained.

Amidst the mess of metal chains and torn blankets, Isaac watched closely as the figure on the floor took a raspy breath, eyes moving behind closed lids, lips mumbling incoherent words.

“Y/N?” Isaac slowly approached, the other members of the pack on the other line calling for his attention and asking if they heard him call your name.

At the sound of your name being called, your body went rigid. Your eyes flew open, widening as you saw a shadowy figure in front of you moving closer.

“Please, no more.” Your voice cracked from the overuse as you begged, the sound of heavy metal clinking together echoed in the empty room as you backed away slowly. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, please!”

Your frame quivered as you continued to plead, sweat mixed with blood trickled down your body as you attempted to make yourself smaller against the corner of the cell; failing from the sudden pain on the back of your neck that restricted you to move any further away from where you were.

“Y/N, it’s Isaac. I’m not going to hurt you.” Isaac ignored the voices over the phone calling for him, asking if he really found you. “You’re safe now, they’re not going to hurt you.”

Isaac almost expected for you to cower further away from him, but you didn’t – instead, you relaxed a little as his hand landed on the small of your back and the other on your shoulder effectively pulling you into an embrace.

As Isaac felt you release a breath before melting against his chest, his scent effectively calmed you down as your wolf recognized her other half. You both stayed like that for a while before he went back to examining you and what was behind you, more so what was attached to you.

Now, more diligent in his movements, his hands hovered over what seemed to be a tube attached to the back of your neck. He shifted in his kneeling position, careful not to jostle you, before taking his phone from his pocket.

“Something’s attached to her, I need to get it off-.” He informed more to Stiles and Lydia than to others present on the call.

“Don’t!” Lydia exclaimed, panicked at what Isaac was planning. “Not yet.”

“But she’s already hurting!” Isaac’s hands returned to your shoulder and back, holding you closer - as close as the tube permitted.

“That’s connected to her spine, Isaac,” Stiles added, warning him of what might happen. “If you remove it you might do some serious damage here.”

His attention turned back to you when he heard you whimper his name.

You were testing to see if Isaac was really there with you or if you were merely hallucinating again, not sure anymore of what was real after everything that happened to you for the past few years.

“Isaac?”

“Hi,” he smiled down when he pulled away from you a little, his voice shaking as he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m here.”

Your eyes focused on his face, blinking a few times before-

“No.”

That, he did not expect.

“No, no, no.” You mumbled repeatedly making Isaac more confused- were you not happy or relieved to see him with you?

“You shouldn’t be here.” As you came to your senses, you moved out of his grasp and pushed him away at the same time with the little strength you have left.

“Y/N, we came here for you. What are you talking about?” Isaac was hurt, you can see it in his face the way his brows furrowed and eyes already releasing a few tears down his cheeks.

Before you could answer back, the same ringing sounded again.

“Isaac, you have to go, please.” You cried, your own tears flowing down your cheek as you tried to pry his hands that held on to your wrists away, wanting to get out of his hold on you all the while fighting the heavy ache in your body to turn against your own will.

“Isaac, you have to get out of there!” You can hear Stiles over the phone, can hear Scott and the others running to where your werewolf was located.

“I’m not leaving her,” Isaac growled at them but his eyes stayed on you.

“You have to, plea-”

“Y/N!”

A blood-curdling scream left your lips as your body started to tremble on the floor, your bones were visibly breaking and morphing under your skin against your will yet again. The jagged edges of the broken bones breaking through skin and the movement causing purple and blue patches to decorate your flesh, all the while the liquid inside the tube that was still attached to you bubbled angrily.

“Isaac!”

Turning to the person who called his name, he suddenly felt himself being tugged down to the floor as the sound of electricity zipping past them blasted onto the steel bars of a small window on the wall overcame your pained screams.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the static voice called.

“It’s the Dread Doctors.” Stiles’ voice over the phone can be heard, more papers can be heard being flipped and thrown somewhere. “They’re the ones doing this to Y/N.”

“I need to get it off of her!” Isaac spoke to the phone as he watched Thor lunge at one of the doctors in front of them, his clawed hand not holding back any hits he let out. Scott was next when another appeared much closer to where you and Isaac were.

Once your cries quieted down and your body settled down to small shakes - appeased from the onslaught of transforming against your will, Isaac’s hands hovered over the tube.

“You have to go before they hurt you.” It was barely a whisper when the words came out of your mouth, your body was getting too tired to fight it anymore.

“No, I’m not leaving without you, you know that.” Isaac spoke it with a voice that left no room for arguments as he held the tube in his hand and attempted to pull.

Isaac held back a sob as the screams you let out shattered through the noise of the grunts and punches being thrown. But before he could successfully pull it out, a force had hit him and sent him across the room hitting a wall with a loud thud.

“Near-perfect.” Another doctor, the same one who threw Isaac off of you, had appeared next to you with a device in his hand that, from the looks of it, controlled the tube that was pumping the liquid into you.

“Stop, please!” Your hands flew to the contraption attached to you just as Isaac charged at the doctor, sending them both to the ground.

Blinking away the heaviness of your eyelids, you tried to move from your position on the floor only to fall back down flat on your stomach. The wolf in you whined in panic, barking almost as she nudged you with her head to stand up - that you still had strength in you and she was there to anchor you herself.

“Give her back to me,” You can hear Isaac from across the room, the sight of him swiftly landing blow after blow at the doctor caught you off guard. The blood that ran down his temple to his eyes only added a level of intensity to his yellow glowing gaze as he gave a growl that had an unnerving timbre to it. “Now.”

On the other end of the room, you watch Scott claw at the doctor he was against before the mask fell off and revealed a face that was mottled, wrinkled, and scarred. If the true alpha was disgusted, he did not show it as he put his arms up to block the hit the doctor threw his way.

At the sound of a device dropping to the cemented floor, you felt the vibration of the tube behind you stop - the bubbles silencing as it halted its actions. This immediately cleared your head and relieved you of the pain, the fuzzy veil finally lifting as you took another deep breath and attempted to sit upright again.

Successfully sitting up with a few labored breaths accompanied by a wince, you lifted your aching arms and took hold of the tube attached behind you - the stinging feel of the needle made itself known as the small movement you made just from holding it jostled a little.

Taking a couple of ragged breaths again, trying to gather the courage and strength to pull the thing behind you when the air was suddenly knocked out of your lungs. The sensation of a sharp jab radiated from your side, the groan you let out echoed to the other end of the room making your eyes dart to where Isaac was.

“No,” you let out a gasp at the sight of your mate wide-eyed as he stared up at the doctor in front of him - the pain you felt on your side mirroring where the Surgeon’s swordcane embedded on Isaac’s side and giving it a twist for good measure. “Isaac!”

Your wolf’s painful yips turned to a low dangerous growl.

Feeling the familiar throb in your gums as your canines grew longer, you heard a banshee’s piercing scream all the way from the other wing of the Eichen house while a true alpha’s growl filled the place you were in.

“No more,” You say through clenched teeth, Thor’s knees buckling at the command in his alpha’s voice, Scott and the doctors they were up against stood in awe at the willpower you displayed.

“Perfect,” one of them said under their breath, the final push for perfection.

Finally standing tall, the tube attached to your neck earlier now clutched in your hand, you did not waste time as you took down each person who did you wrong.

Going for the closest antagonist in your life, Thor immediately scrambled out of your way as your claws wrapped around the Geneticists neck. You let your body move past her without letting go of your grip on her before using the momentum to lift the doctor up, the weight and force effectively disconnecting her head from the rest of her body before hurdling her to the Pathologist who was clambering away from Scott and the fight.

Everything was a blur to the other occupants of the room as you zipped past them and took down each one before you finally lunged at the Surgeon who finally released his grip on both his cane and on Isaac.

“My child-” he managed to say as your grip on his neck tightened, his feet barely touching the ground - your eyes glowing a dangerous color as you stared up at him.

You can finally see through the mask, raw pink flesh with stitches decorating it was what the steel mask protected. His mouth opened to say something but only a gurgled gasp came out as your other hand embedded itself in his chest and pierced through skin and muscle. You felt your wolf puffing up with pride and anger - you were their greatest creation and downfall.

Silence enveloped the room as the lead doctor took his last breath before you haphazardly threw him to the ground.

With his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed, Isaac pulled the swordcane out of him. His jaw clenching before he let out a pained groan at the feel of the weapon sliding out before leaning heavily against the brick wall while clutching his side.

Your attention was immediately drawn to your other half, managing to wipe off some of the blood on your hand before tending to him.

“Hey,” Isaac greeted as he tried to not lean all his weight to you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, careful not to touch the stab wound on his side. You felt tears playing at the edge of your lashes as you buried your face against his chest, the scent signifying home.

“Can’t really ask you if you’re okay,” You managed to say once you pulled away and looked up at him.

“You’re one to talk,” Isaac replied with a chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smiled, wiping the stray tear that ran down your cheek with the back of your hand as Isaac’s lips returned to your forehead for another kiss.

“Y/N, look-”

“No!”

A loud bang and the pain that came with it suddenly broke the bubble of peace you were in.

Clutching you to his chest, you saw the same confused expression that reflected on Isaac’s eyes before they darted from you to where the smell of gunpowder was coming from.

The Pathologist’s hand shook as he held the gun up, a crazed look in his eyes as he attempted to stand up from being buried under his colleague's lifeless body. He muttered incoherent words as he aimed the gun at you again.

But before he can pull the trigger, another loud thud took you all by surprise as you witnessed the man fall down flat on his face.

“Damn.” Lydia was behind him with a bloodied metal bat clutched in her hands - Stiles’ hands were up in the air, his eyes were wide as if he couldn’t believe his girl just did that.

“Well mark me down as scared and horny,” Stiles muttered under his breath, his brain replaying the moment Lydia all but took off with his metal bat and ran down the hall as fast as her heels allowed her to where they were now.

“Thank you, Thor.” You hugged the larger-built werewolf, his arms wrapping around you tightly but still being mindful of your current state. “But I don’t think I’m fit to be your alpha - to be the pack’s alpha anymore.”

“I will never understand how you and the others accepted me after what had happened.” Your feet dangled as you sat on a bricked fence outside of the Eichen house, the jacket from Isaac wrapped around you securely to act as a buffer against the coolness of the night.

You can hear Thor’s wolf whine at your words, his face already reflecting the sadness you both felt at what you were doing as he leaned against the fence you were sitting on.

“Alpha, please don’t discredit yourself.”

You looked up at him, not really believing his words with how much damage you’ve done to the pack - to your family.

“You are more than worthy - especially at your age.” He added, pointing out that most of the alphas out there were a hundred years older than you. “You are strong.”

“Thank you, again - for everything,” your lips quivered as you gave your best smile before glancing up to try and prevent the tears from spilling down your cheeks. The thought of leaving your pack broke your heart, they were family. But you needed to have someone better to lead and handle pack-related things -- you needed to recover.

A comfortable silence settled around the two of you before you heard Stiles and Isaac walking towards you.

“Jeep’s good to go, big guy.” Stiles said - more to Thor than you - with a tilt of his head to gesture to where they were parked as Isaac helped you to your feet and walked you towards Lydia’s car.

“You okay?” Isaac asked softly as you both settled in the back seat.

His eyes double-checked the graze on your shoulder from the bullet that hit you, his arms never leaving your side as he let you lean on him - exhaustion already catching up to you with the way your body sagged against his.

No, not really. You wanted to say as he only tugged you closer to him, the drive to Deaton being quieter save for the soft tunes the radio played.

“I will be.”

~~~

Isaac didn’t know what exactly woke him up.

Staring back at the ceiling, his ears strained to hear bed sheets rustling beside him. With the little light that passed through the curtains of the room you shared, he ran his hands down his face before turning to his bedside.

His eyes squinted when his phone awoke and flashed the time, 3:01AM it read - the phone’s screen showed a picture of the two of you together during a weekend picnic Lydia had arranged a few weeks ago. You had your eyes closed and lips smiling - a genuine smile after so long - against his neck as he had his arms wrapped around you tightly while he made a face to the camera.

Isaac stared at his phone’s lock screen a few moments longer before movement on his side and the feel of cold skin touching his leg took him out of his reverie.

Putting his phone back on the nightstand, he curled back down the covers and turned to face you. For someone who’s a warm-blooded supernatural creature themself, you sure have cold feet.

Isaac cupped your face before tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you were lying on your stomach facing him with your hands tucked just a little under your pillow. You were still in deep sleep but it did not look as peaceful as he remembered - your brows were furrowed, your lips moved as if mumbling something and an occasional hand twitch was what he observed.

“Y/N?” Isaac asked, his voice croaked from the lack of use as he leaned on his elbow and tried to coax you awake.

It didn’t take too long before Isaac finally understood what you were saying.

Please, no more...p-please.

Leaning over your side of the bed, Isaac flicked the switch to your bedside lamp open and tried to call for you again. He could now see the thin layer of sweat on your forehead, the sheets bunching up in your grasp as your knuckles turned a lighter shade from how tight your grip was.

I can’t t-take it anymore...

“Hey, baby,” Isaac gently ran his hand down your back a few times, trying not to ‘jolt’ you awake. He knew what methods to use in waking you up when things like these happen, though it took multiple trials and errors with a few bumps - more or less scratches - in the way. But god, he’d take you screaming and lashing out at him any day than this.

I’m sorry, I won’t do it again...

“Y/N, please wake up for me.”

It broke his heart more at the thought that while you were already together, even if in that span of time you were simply friends at first, they’ve already done a multitude of things to you.

“Y/N, I’m here - you’re safe.” He tried again, the soft kiss to your temple lingering a little longer in hopes that it might help - let you sense that he was present and you were not in danger anymore.

“Y/N, no one’s gonna hurt you,” He spoke softly.

Covering your clenched hand with his, it was all it took before your eyes flew open with a sharp gasp of air. It took some strength and swiftness from Isaac to hold your wrists when you sat up so fast - almost bumping his chin in the process - that you almost fell out of the shared bed.

“Hey, hey,” He called for you, your eyes were dilated, blown wide and looking around frantically as if you were searching for the threat that plagued your life a year ago and giving you these night terrors that prevented you from having a good night’s sleep.

“I’m here, you’re safe.” He repeated, waiting for you and not letting go.

“Isaac,” He waited a little more before you finally settled down and realized where you were, your voice shook a little as you spoke his name; eyes glassy as you looked at the familiar blue eyes that called for you.

“I’m here.” Isaac gave a small smile as his hold on your wrist loosened before sliding his hands in yours and holding onto them on your lap - the soft yellow light from your bedside lamp gave his face a soft glow; his eyes looking more kinder that it already was.

Not again. Your lips trembled as you held back a sob, you shook your head as you stared down at your joined hands.

You felt trapped.

That was the only thing you felt and you wanted out, you wanted this to stop; you want an end to this thing happening to you - you don’t deserve the man in front of you.

Having known you for so long, Isaac can already see it on your face, he already anticipated it.

“I love you,” He spoke.

Absolutely no room for arguments, “I won’t leave you.”

You felt Isaac’s hands rest on your hips as you withdrew yours from his hold and tried to stop and wipe as many tears as you could with the heel of your hands. He let you lean your head on his shoulder, the feel of his lips placing a comforting kiss to your ear should’ve given your heart a little leap but it didn’t.

“How much longer will you tell me that before you finally get tired?” You did not mean to say it out loud, you hiccupped once your tears finally settled down with your head and heart.

“Never,” Isaac said as he pushed you away a little to look at you, cupping your face in his warm hands to make you look up at him, a glint of playfulness present. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You could only sigh and give a soft smile.

“You’re too good for me, Isaac.”

Bringing your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles, he let them go before cupping your face again and leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and lastly a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You deserve good things, Y/N.”

You deserve them after everything you went through. Isaac gave that smile he reserved only for you when he pulled away.

Lying back down, Isaac pulled you closer to him before pulling the covers up just below your chin.

“We’ll be okay, remember?” Isaac reminded you of the words you said to him when he asked you a year ago.

You did not miss the way he said ‘we.’ You did remember what he told you, that you were in this together - you’re it for me.

“I remember,” you answered, curling as close as you can to his side. The tip of your nose resting against the warm skin of his neck as he rest his chin on top of your head, arms tightening around you before they relaxed.

Feedbacks are always appreciated! Especially since I miss writing. But again, I won't be doing much writing anymore since I've somewhat lost touch with both my imagines blogs. I might just rewrite/refurbish some of my old imagines/drabbles.

Again, thank you so much for those who stuck by this imagines blog (and for Brett as well). You don't know how much I appreciate it, again, I'm sorry for not being active (read more here)

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey x y/n #isaac lahey imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine

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msiopao · 5 years ago

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Nobi with the Members

WORLDWIDE HANDSOME

‘eomma!!!’

one yell from her and jin’s running in with a spatula, ready to beat the kids

thinks a lot of her outfits are revealing but gave up after nobi told him to stop complaining to the stylists

cooking buddies

feeds into jin’s ego at being handsome

‘kim seokjin? no. art? yes.’

babies nobi TOO much

even though she’s literally 24, he still treats her like she’s 12

thinks she can do no wrong and sees her as an angel

but nobi is such a bad influence

‘my hair is bothering my eyes and it makes me want to just cut if off’

*nobi handing him scissors* ‘do it’

constantly telling him that his dancing is perfect bc jin is insecure about the lack of his ability :(

even though he’s a better dancer than most

nobi tries to get him riled up so he talks all weird

the one who is actually genuinely tickled with jin’s jokes

eatjin’s legendary moments always have jin and nobi in it

goes to his hotel room just because he always has food and jin doesn’t have it in him to refuse her

the one who nags nobi the most regarding her eating

just her mom periodt

TONGUE TECHNOLOGY

gets hyper when nobi messes around

incredibly and ridiculously protective of her

helps her go through rough times as her therapist

yoongi mumbles under his breath and nobi is usually the only one who hears and will laugh as he curses someone quietly

nobi’s sense of humor is the closest with his

nap times are their bonding times

also composing

army always amazed bc nobi is the only who gets yoongi on crack mode

nobi always pinches his cheeks and she shrieks when he does that cute awkward smile

nobi absolutely flipped out when yoongi got really sick

always seeks yoongi’s approval so he’s the first one to see her lyrics

doesnt beat around the bush w it

if its bad, needs improvement

if its good, its the BEST LYRICS HES EVER READ

nobi hides her feelings well and he’s the only one who can get her to open up

during bst era, she hit her lowest

yoongi got very concerned and when she did finally talk, his heart just broke in half

she hates the fact that she can’t be the daughter her parents wanted

she hates the fact that she’s weak and breaks down easily

she hates the fact that she’s seen as a whore because she’s surrounded by boys she calls her brothers 24/7

she hates the fact that everything about her is considered wrong

that talk got them really close and yoongi makes it mission everyday to see her genuine and pretty smile

he lives for her happiness

uwu

HOBI

‘WELCOME TO THE HOBI NOBI SHOW!’

puppies

nobi hugs him a lot

whenever he dances, nobi has this look in her eyes that looks like hobi is the stars and the universe

both of them are the ones who keep the group’s mood up and tries to prevent fights

even when they’re tired from practice, they still smile and yells ‘hwaiting!’

while hobi is just a moodmaker in general,

nobi does it bc she hates confrontation and gets uncomfortable so she just blurts it out

nobi’s also a dancer so her and hobi dance ALL THE TIME

vlives w them are always filled with laughter and teasing

‘everyone, nobi just fell after hitting that spin’

‘YAH! NO I DIDNT!’

hobi is known to be a choroegrapher and nobi puts her input here and there and boom!

tbh idk why they even have a professional choreographer in the first place

hobi is a trained singer so nobi asks him to sing for her constantly

hes happy to oblige

armys live for the moments of them in run bts or vlives bc they have this vibe or bond that is just something you wished you had

JOONIE-HYUNG!

‘NOBI WATCH OUT!’

they’re the philosophical duo

nobi loves poetry and literature in general bc she tends to think really deeply

their bonding time is those deep talks

as their leader, nobi goes to him for confirmation or approval for a lot of things

she’s always having english lessons w him and he tries his best to teach her so she could speak to int-army

bts calls them the clumsiest bc of joon’s usual clumsiness but nobi is always looking out for him so she doesnt pay attention to her surroundings and runs into something too

she loves his studio and hangs out the most even though joon’s always telling her to stay away

props up her feet on that fortune dollar table of his

when he speaks english in interviews, she watches him with a smile on her face

her dad

pats her head when she walks over to him

her and jimin crashes his vlives all the time

there’s nothing in the world that changes the way she sees joonie

to her, she’ll always be the joonie who welcomed her to their group even though she was a brat at first

thats another story for next time

now she respects him so much and he’s probably the one she looks up to the most

overall, she idolizes him and talks about him like he put the stars in the sky while joon just sits there all flustered

MOCHI

oof look at that beautiful manjfkalj;dlfsjkf

cannot sleep without her chimmy plush

when they first met, he was the first one she got really close to

his cute chubby cheeks were victims of her uwu moments

learns a lot fo ballet videos from youtube and they dance it in vlives all the time

remember when i said she had an eating disorder?

yea, it happened around the time he had his too

nobi was always trying to eat little ever since debut but she stopped eating for days at a time and with jimin doing it too, bts kinda derailed for a hot minute

a long emotional time of sufering until bang pd demanded they stop it immediately

after that, they had an emotional sit down where they just cried and spilled all their insecurities and they had each other’s backs

knowing she was already skinny, jimin disapproved but she also disapproved and again, more tears

nobi always hides snacks in her and kook’s room that kook doesn’t even know about and she always brings the box over to jimin’s room if hobi is out for schedules

when hobi went to america, nobi slept in jimin’s room

kook was real pissed off about it

eyesmiles for days

giggles 24/7

has the picture of one of jimin’s unreleased baby pictures as her home screen

dies a little inside when nobi reaches over to him with sweater paws bc OMG she’s so cute

uwu

jimin really coos and giggles at nobi bc of her small height and her uwu energy

sorry i used uwu a lot

TAETAE

the dumpling accident omg

jimin mentioned it in a vlive earlier and nobi also talked about it a day later in her own vlive

‘tae was very hungry at that time and just wanted to eat it immediately and when he got angry, he curled up to nobi and refused to acknowledge me’

again, nobi hates confrontation so fights between the members always brings her down and so she tries to comfort each member

she bought tae some dumplings after practice and tricked him into meeting jimin so they could meet up

tbh, tae would be a mess without nobi

she helps him clean up his room but gives up w the amount of clothes on the floor

‘honestly, you shouldve just stayed roommates w joonie-hyung. we cant trust you to room by yourself’

she goes to his room sometimes and just lays on his bed bc he has the softest bed in the whole dorm

tae is already known to be very regal and royalty like whenever he steps outside

combine that with graceful queen nobi?

oof armys fanfiction royalty aus pop up everywhere

nobi is still angry that tae isn’t a gucci model w her bc she feels out of place being the only member w a clothing sponsorship

but underneath that stiff and cold facade, they both are seen making faces and goofing off all the time

nobi can only stand being a queen for so long

in one concert, she danced w him in a duet w singularity and lets just say, armys died that night

always stands next to each other and if they cant, always seen giving each other longing stares and smiles

the 2nd most popular ship in the fandom and they know it too so they keep feeding armys for their compilation videos

MUSCLE PIG

the only member who’s younger than her

actually would it be considered if they’re only 10-months apart?

kook refuses to call her noona unless he wants something

initially didnt like her but there was a time she bought him banana milk and it was all good

our boy was crying bc he was hungry and tired and he was trying to control his weight and he just wanted some banana milk

they’re a superior ship

one of the most popular ship in the whole industry

actually the superior couple and kai and jennie can square up

there’s fan edits of them and they both purposely do stuff to help them make au videos in youtube

theyve seen it before so we arent safe bois

the 2nd pair of roommates in the bts dorm

nobi is usually the first one to sleep while kook is watching something in the living room

when he goes to his room, he takes a minute and stands at the doorway and just looks at nobi with love in his eyes

mhm

nobi loves warmth so she gets out of her own bed at like 3 in the morning and just goes into kook’s and cuddles to him

sometimes, they just lay in bed and nobi is holding his hand just inspecting his tattoos

‘should we get a matching tattoo?’

their closet is large and tbh, they share the same clothing anyways

more like nobi wears mostly kook’s stuff

like, really, nobi has pants and a few shirts and thats it

they share everything like family but kook refuses to share her w anyone else but him

#bts imagines #8th member of bts #bts 8th member #bts au #bts scenarios #bts female scenarios #bts female imagines #bts female member #bts female addition #kpop oc #female!oc #bts girl member #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts aus

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cupsofsuga · 5 years ago

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How would the yandere boys react to... a screaming and panicking Y/N that's running away from a cockroach in the kitchen? XD (Your writing is such a joy to read omg blesss 😍✨)

A BUG! ━ YANDERE BTS REACTION*:･。.

WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

Thank you for requesting, my everything!

P.S this reaction is very cute, unlike some of my other reactions. I’ve traveled outside my comfort zone writing this as well as embracing my love for cottagecore!

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ Tea humming from the kettle, the sizzling of eggs from the pan, and the soft chirping of birds who have awoken just outside the window. Mornings like these spent inhaling the scent of breakfast and watching the sun slowly rise into the sky were seraphic and tranquil. You swayed along to the distorted radio sitting across the kitchen, just before noticing some sort of… brown figure stirring in the corner of your eyes. You glanced to where the sudden movement came from, processing what the antennas and the legs signified and then yelped in shock.

Calming down from the state of alarm, you cautiously stepped towards the bug, confirming him harmless and picking him up in your hands. His antennas tickled your palm, making you giggle, right before a loud, booming echo of rushing footsteps grew louder and louder until they reached the kitchen. Jin stood in the archway, chest heaving, eyebrows furrowed and frantic eyes eyeing you for any sort of injury. It wasn’t until he saw your smile when he managed to reach tranquility, but rose into a state of sheer panic when you showed him the disgusting insect in your delicate palms.

“Y/N!!! What the hell are you doing!? You can’t just pick up these sick creatures! What if it bit you!? What if it gave you some sort of… deadly disease!? Jesus Christ, let it go!! Ew!!!”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ You tug gently on the locket of your necklace, fumbling with the heart-shaped charm that Yoongi gifted you. A book is in your hands, spread out on your hand as you read word-for-word, taking in each letter like it’s rain after years of sunny weather. Although the area is isolated, you have mastered tranquility sitting on the kitchen counter. You have soothed down from the stress of school/work and can finally feel relaxed on this hot, spring afternoon.

As you’re reading, in the corner of your eye you see something dark, moving. You then cry out seeing those legs crawl toward you, curling up on the counter. You watch with disgust before you see a distressed Yoongi race into the kitchen. Doe eyes enlarged, tears on his cheeks, heavy breathes pouring out of his mouth as he frantically asks you “what happened!?” You point to the insect before you hear a loud squash! The cockroach crumbles under his shoe while you cringe. The brunette is quick to check you of any injuries while you coo at him. He’s far too concerned for something as small as an insect, and he blushes, tells you to shut up, then proceeds to pamper you for the remainder of the day.

“Oh, Aphrodite/Aether,did it hurt you…!? Ah, Y/N… Shut up! I was really worried!! I thought it could’ve bit you, or something… Come here, please, my god/goddess… It hurts me seeing you so frightened…”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ Basket of fresh eggs sits on the countertop, the white kitty of your sat there, too. You move your hands down her back, relishing in the way she purrs so benevolently. You coo at the feline, silently giggling at the way she rubs her cheek against your arm. You must tend to the garden before noon rolls around, and plan on letting your cat follow along, as she does lionize spending time with her owner. Letting go of blue light and embracing sunlight was a decision you’ll never regret.

You begin taking care of the eggs and placing them in their respected places inside of the fridge, turning to take care of the empty basket when you notice your feline poking at something with her paw. You awe at her cuteness, before glancing past your kitty to see a cockroach crawl against the countertop. You yelp in shock, causing Hoseok to wake up in a cold sweat, then laughing at yourself over the fear of something as small as a bug. Hoseok bursts into the kitchen, pajamas still on and hair tousled, moving closer to you. He’s visibly startled after hearing you cry out, but then shrieks once seeing the bug, inching backward. You tell him to not be afraid, and that even the kitty showed no fear, but that wasn’t enough to calm the timid boy. Hoseok needed you away from the insect, then to embrace and comfort him of his fears, and he needs it now!!

“Y/N! Kill it!! Kill it, please!! Please…!! No! Don’t touch it!! Don’t let it hurt me, please…!! Pl-Please protect me…”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ Shakespeare in his hands, Namjoon reads for you in that honeyed tone you adore so much. You mix the batter for the chocolate-chip cookies, stealing a glance to admire your boyfriend sitting on the counter. His skin blessed of an angel’s kiss, voice laced with the petals of a rose and a heart, suffering from a few cracks, is scattered with remnants of stardust. You love him and his delicate soul, and god does he love you just as much. Eyes resembling a glorious explosion of constellations across the midnight sky, touch that holds the delicacy of a greek goddess, a soul that contains the sweetness of cherry cola, but enough darkness to cause hurricanes to quiver. You are an enigma, a brilliant mystery with a heart of gold.

Lana Del Rey echoes quietly from the radio in the counter as you two spend this August afternoon in complete bliss. You feel a sudden tickle at your finger which was rested on the bowl and then question, what’s this? You turn the bowl, only to see a cockroach, about the size of your palm not even a centimeter away from your finger. You scream, shuffling backward as you cringe in disgust. The book Namjoon was once holding falls from his hands as he feels the earth begin to crumble around him. What’s wrong? What has happened? You scream “cockroach!” like you’re the helpless victim in a slasher movie and point to the creature. Namjoon springs into actions, letting the bug into his palms and taking it back outside where he belongs. Then, he enters indoors and proceeds to calm and console you of your worries, marveling when you bless him with your godly embrace.

“Oh, Y/N~. It’s ok, it’s only a bug… How adorable you are to be scared of something as small as a cockroach, heh… But, are you ok now? Do you want me to continue reading? Anything you desire, angel, and it’s all yours…”

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Setting the pot down on the countertop, you inhale the scent of the lavender, shutting your eyes in your little haven of euphoria. Jimin is behind you, too, placing down the seed packets and whatnot from your visit to the farmers market and reveres your presence. Yes, his paranoia of unrequited love still lingers, but the fear is irrelevant at this moment. You’re here, with him, and God does nothing feel more enchanting than this epiphany.

You’re now on the back porch, caressing on of the many stray cats you’ve fallen for. The night before, you left some leftover food for them to feast on and make a quick mental note to feed them more, all before hearing a cry from the kitchen. Jimin, displaying cowardice, moans gibberish as he lethargically clings to your form. You shush and reassure him of his fears, feeling hot tears on your shoulder and catching onto the word “cockroach” in his series of mumbles. You step further into the kitchen to confront this bug, but’s Jimin’s grip turns tenacious as he shakes his head ‘no’. Jimin glances up to you, and thus you see the pure desperation in his features. After singular minutes of trying to pry him off of your body, you finally manage to succeed in letting the insect-free. Jimin clings onto you, once again, all whilst your laugh fills the empty room.

“Y/N, this is why you shouldn’t ever leave me!! Even for a second; even to feed those strays! I can’t go through fear like that again!! Not without you, I can’t live without you!”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ Spending eternal days in this ethereal dimension were entirely crafted with the silk of bliss. Taehyung can caress your face and feel an angel under his thumb whilst you hold him so tightly but so delicately as if the man before you is made of glass. He catches diamonds in your eyes and the melting of constellations on your lips, and god, is he overwhelmingly infatuated with your soul. The dew-kissed, star dusted revelation of your soul is what he believes was crafted with the tears of angels and the fragments of fluffy clouds.

You find Taehyung in the kitchen, back to you, towering over a pot full of whatever he planned for dinner (but was most definitely gourmet, as he always says you deserve only the best). You then slither your arms around his petite waist, resting your head on his shoulder and inhaling the sweet scent radiating off of him. With surprise, he jerks away from the pot, then proceeding to relax in your embrace and sigh contently. He turns his body, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone, flashing you a kind, genuine smile that’s been reserved only for your eyes only and turns to the pot. You grin to yourself, before turning your vision only to find the silhouette of a walking cockroach. You yell out, jerking away from his embrace as he looks at you, doe eyes enlarged and mouth hung agape. Taehyung follows your tunnel of vision, finding the insect then calmly picking the creature into his delicate hands.

“He won’t hurt you, I won’t let him, ok…? See? He’s just a bug, he can’t hurt you… Let’s put him outside together and then we can eat, okay, pumpkin?”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ Basket in hand, you unlock the door to your cottage. After venturing out to pick fruits, you find yourself satisfied with the blueberries and strawberries overflowing your handmade basket. You place down your floppy hat and place the berries on the kitchen counter, sighing contently. Mentally, you run through an imaginary list of tasks to achieve, including tending to the garden, caring for the animals and a quick trip to the farmers market. Reaching for a pen laying across the counter, you feel a sudden warmth against your back. Arms slither around your waist as you inhale the flowery scent radiating off the person behind you, quick to identify the stranger.

“You took too long” Jungkook mumbles. You laugh to yourself, letting the man-child behind you satisfy his own inevitable need for your soul. The hoarder of his heart, his lilacs in full bloom, his ethereal summer, stands right in front of him in all of their glory, and Jungkook can’t help but marvel at every breathe they take. Though, this daydream is cut short when a deafening scream erupts from your throat. Tranquility has vanished and bliss has passed. Castles crumble, tsunamis form and tornadoes echo. He can’t help but be as frantic and terrified as the sea at dawn, fast to check the area for a potential threat and your body for any harm done. When you chuckle at yourself for the fear of a cockroach, Jungkook feels his chest lighten once catching sight of your smile, but the worry still lingers.

“Y/N!? What happened!? Are you ok…!?!? Oh. It’s just a bug, thank god… Are you ok, though? Are you hurt, my petal…?”

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girlgrouptrash101 · 6 years ago

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Chaeyoung (Twice) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “Can I request Twice’s Chaeyoung as a girlfriend? (She would be the girlfriend of the century omg)”

“Hi there could u do a Chaeyoung ( twice ) as your girlfriend thank you”

A/N: i found a little time between coming home today and leaving tomorrow to post in the middle of my little hiatus! Hope it’s okayyy!

- C

Your very own personal meme queen by your side 25/8

sometimes when you miss Chaeyoung you just scroll back through your text history and now you’re crying with laughter because you two are comedic geniuses 🤩

no one else finds you funny but you don’t care! because you two live in your own bubble when you’re together and block everyone out

it’s called whipped culture

because she’s so smol you always like to squish her cheeks then give her a kiss to stop her pouting at you

she’s irresistibly cute and you’re head over heels for her, one look at those puppy eyes and you’d do anything for Chaeyoung

impromptu rap battles in the middle of grocery shop when you got distracted in the freezer aisle and started freestyling about frozen peas

whenever you’re playing games Chaeyoung reFUses to lose at any cost

like when she ACCIDENTALLY pushed you into the table that one time so it was your fault when you knocked the Jenga tower

or when you were playing twister and she tickled you so you fell over

You’re that girlfriend that shows up to Twice stages dressed head to toe in merch with Chaeyoung’s name written all over your face, and she loves it

hypes you up no matter how small of a task you’re completing

like you could just be taking out the rubbish and Chaeyoung is shouting at you from the front door

“Go on baby! Take that rubbish out like you mean it! Hell yeah!”

she never tells you whenever she’s cutting or dyeing her hair because she loves to surprise you

loves your sense of style and never hesitates to make sure you know how good she thinks you look before you go out

draws pictures of you when you’re at home doing nothing and she’s bored uwu

nags you constantly to eat healthier but in the end, she just gives up and pigs out on junk food with you

sends 108309084352023 selfies a day, they can go from her looking amazing, to her double chin pics, to like.,. a pic of her sock or something she really don’t care

when she first stayed over, she forgot to turn off her alarm and you were woken up at 7am by the sound of PPAP blasting throughout your bedroom

she steals your hoodies and there’s is nothing, and i mean NOTHING on this earth that’s cuter than baby Chae with her sweater paws

all day cuddle marathons where you only move to take snack breaks or answer the door to the delivery guy

nothing makes her happier than when she sees you getting along with her friends and her members

when you two combine your memey forces with the rest of Twice, it’s like battle of the crackheads

Chaeyoung always looks so soft and you can’t help but take 1000 pictures of her every day

the girlfriend that steals your phone and sets a new ugly picture of herself as your lock screen every time she sees you

likes sitting on your lap in bed and making out all day long

she pulls away every once in a while to tell you a funny story or just to remind you how much she loves you

a smile, giggle, dimple and mole that all saves lives

she really is just the CUtest njfksadkl

NSFW From Here:

Most of the time she’s really chill like if you’re just watching tv and you feel like you wanna eat her out then and there, she won’t protest

kind of down for it anytime and any place but she waits for you to make the first move

when you two are really into it, she can be such a brat until you put her in her place

she doesn’t mean it, she just gets really into it and can’t hold herself back from you

once you’ve punished her properly then she’s basically eating from the palm of your hand

she’ll listen to your every word just so you’ll let her come at the end

other than those times where she gets super serious and into it, she’s just relaxed and there to enjoy the moment

Playful as hell and always makes sure that you’re okay, she’s way too caring for her own good

giggles when she comes for sure

her favourite thing is leaving little hickeys that make her blush every time she sees them after because she’s reminded of what you two got up to

into doing it in public but will never tell you that

you get the hint when she wants you to though

the grabbing on your thighs and her needy whining in your ear always tells you more than you ever need to know

a cuddly and clingy baby straight after

and refUses to be the one getting teased the morning after

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a-collection-of-villainous-aus · 5 years ago

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Pirate Au pt6

Omg I’m sorry I took so long, but I added sketches at least >>

What was he supposed to say?

'Oh I've just been informed you were the pet of my ass of a brother!'

This was ridiculous, it should not be so difficult to enter his own private chambers, it was his room and yet somehow he felt he was invading Acylius's personal space!

Was Flug mad at him because he appeared or acted like his sibling, after all he knew him to not exactly be that of a decent nature...neither was he but at least he had standards.

Pacing in front of his door, looking up only to glare at crew members who dared to even look funny at him, Mew Mew Loaf still in her water bubble was gently biting the end of her tail before letting go and doing it all over again.

Thinking back to that night when Flug had been desperately pulling his mask back on, how it'd caught on one ear fin made of black spines and beautiful iridescent peacock coloured membrane.

He'd even been so fortunate as to catch a glimpse on one corner of his lips, scarred, something had been done to them, though Black Hat had at least had the sense to realize that Acylius wanted to keep his face hidden, so instead of ripping the mask off he helped him to carefully pull it back down.

That tender moment where Flug had leaned into his palm only to immediately move after catching Demencia's scent... It made sense, his merman...whom he hoped he could belong to one day...but would that happen or would he believed he was always being deceived thanks to Thaddeus's (White hat) behaviour.

Now understanding Acylius's situation he realised the full extent of why the merman recoiled from him, what reason did Flug have to believe they were different, apart from how they lived, one on the sea and one below.

Then there was the given fact, he himself was the most feared being from this universe to the next...

Acylius had learned remaining quiet and out of the way to certain beings, unless he was being pulled about and paraded like some show animal or trophy.

A small mew broke through his endless trail of thoughts, looking down at Mew Mew loaf, she stared back with big black dare he think it, adorable eyes, her gaze soon shifting to the door and then him again...oh she wanted to see her companion.

Black Hat knew he should really go in, talk to him, let Acylius know he would not let Thaddeus take him, he was safe here...but what did safe even mean to a merman like him, it would all be honeyed words to someone who had spent who knows how long with White Hat...there were only two people that creature cared for, himself and Slug.

He and Thaddeus might be brothers in species and of the Earth they crawled out from but gladly they would throw the other into a volcano if it would actually cause them to die.

"Having merman troubles?"

A crew member drunkenly forgot their place and while it had not been meant maliciously, Hat as I have mentioned will only let so very few people talk to him so informally, eye turning black and red a snarl leaving his fanged maw, making the rest of the crew back away and carry on work harder than before lest they end up carrying the same fate of the man whose blood now painted the deck.

Tongue snaking out its way out, licking his lips clean of any blood that had splashed over him, he eyed the corpse, considering if he should make a meal out of it until he was reminded that he was still holding Flug's pet...oh no...she'd seen that.

He'd probably just given Acylius more reason to...wait was she staring at the body with the same hunger, crouching down he lifted the hand and pushed it into Mew Mew loafs water bubble, rows of little sharp teeth were exposed and within moments there was no hand just a bloody stump.

Well that was unexpected and interesting.

"I presume he knows you are like this?"

Hat inquired, peering into her bubble, she swirled in her water ball again and nodded before pointing with chubby paw fin at the body and then the door, mewing enthusiastically.

Black Hat was staring, something was trying to click, match up and as she pointed to the door where Acylius was and the corpse once more he blinked, it dawned on him he'd never asked if the merman had wanted to eat and thus did not know what his favourite food was...until now.

Well that might be a way to win his affections, beloved pet in one hand, and favourite meal in the other.

While the thought of Acylius draped over him and turning him into putty certainly seemed delightful he would try to keep a clear mind, there were other things that needed to be done, to be talked about and he wanted to give proof somehow, that he saw the merman as more than just some doll to be played with.

Fingers curling around the deceased man's collar he watched his crew, door opening by itself a bloody trail followed as Black Hat easily took the body with him, top lip rippling in a growl

"This mess had better be gone before I come back out!"

With that he slammed the door, appearances where everything after all with these shallow humans, it was indeed a rare thing to find someone who had more depth than a piddling rock pool.

He laughed quietly to himself as he

heard them scrabbling to clean up the red stain, heh heh that wasn't coming out but their fear and desperate attempts to scrub it out would be fun for a while.

Looking over at the tank, his smile grew; face more fangs that flesh, oh my, so now Flug was paying him attention or more like the meal in his hand and pet in the other.

"So you are finally acknowledging my existence?"

He leered, chest puffed out and preening, if he'd been covered in feathers they'd have been fluffed up, though he was giving off an air of being smug Black Hat came to a stop as he heard Acylius giggling.

"What has you so tickled?"

His mood fell slightly and then looked to where Flug was pointing, it was at Mew Mew Loaf.

"She likes you, clearly you did something right."

The Pirate King stalled, repeating the words slowly

"Done something... right?"

Mew Mew was resting on what part of Black Hat's palm she could, purring away as her fish tail swayed in the water bubble, it was dawning on him...slowly mind you that Flug actually seemed to have relaxed a little...

He realised now just how important this moment was, if he'd come in showing any aggression to this little creature, Acylius would have thrown up a defensive wall so thick he may never have gotten through to him.

"Black Hat, you will not let any harm befall her will you?"

The demon was quiet as he turned his attention to Mew Mew Loaf who was nuzzling his palm and even gave it a small lick, she was clearly happy as you could even hear her purring through the water.

Now imagine a chibi version of Hat, the way animes do when they make a serious character look adorable.

He was staring at her...well shit and blast it all, he'd already intended no harm in the first place but now she was a tiny ball that if anything happened to her he would kill everyone in the world and then himself am I referencing that quote you're damn right I am, who said I had to be serious.

"No, though after recent revelations, I understand if you do not trust me now or if ever."

Black Hat answered softly, coming up as close to him as he could with glass parting them, levitating the bubble it then sank down into Flug's tank, watching as Mew Mew Loaf instantly swam up to Acylius and nuzzled him.

The sheer joy in her little cries had him smiling a little; honestly he'd not even been aware he was doing so until he noticed Acylius now watched him in return.

Mew Mew Loaf mrrped and went off swimming around the tank that was her new home.

Swallowing he, he found himself unable to move as the merman moved closer to the glass, to him…seeing finely scaled hands press against the surface the old Pirate King wondered what Flug was going to do, there was only the sound of water and the creaking ship as moments passed.

Hat finally breathed (despite not actually needing to) after Acylius broke the silence

“So…you know who once owned me?”

“Yes.”

Their voices were quiet and when Hat had answered he could barely keep eye contact.

How could he when he’d given Thaddeus the world under water while he ruled the land…it was his fault this being had suffered at the hands of White Hat, there was no knowing what other fate might have befallen Acylius if he had not, would he even still be alive, would they have met there were so many what ifs the demon was more lost than anything…he knew it was selfish to be glad fate brought Acylius to him and yet a sting of guilt…because it was he who’d practically put the merman in Thaddeus’s hands.

Clearing his throat he then stripped the body of clothing with is powers as well as making sure it was stripped of filth or whatnot he was not about to feed the creature a dirty meal before also placing the body in the water.

Black Hat could sense the merman’s want to reach out to him, but he did not feel deserving of Acylius’s touch let alone attention, it took an iron will to move away and sit at his desk, despite it being pristine he kept adjusting objects on it, still avoiding eye contact, he knew it was shame he was feeling and he hated it, he’d never felt shame…he’d witnessed it and knew now why people looked like that when they experienced this emotion.

Mew Mew Loaf watched them both for a few moments before going to nibble on the other hand; she loved fingers, good for scratching, good for nibbling.

Acylius let out a soft whine; it was pained as he curled in on himself and sank to the bottom of the tank…so now that the Pirate King knew he was the spoils of Thaddeus…he didn’t want him?

Heart aching and colours growing dull as if someone had drained his scales of life, gills flaring with each breath, a small mew was heard as his little pet came and nuzzled at him and another Mew, this one louder than the last making Amadeus (Black Hat) look up eye wide as he found Flugs tank was now was black, the water was darker than night itself, pieces of skeleton started pelting out, ricocheting around the room, embedding into the wood and one piece even hit the demon square between the eyes as the water bubbled and started spilling over the sides.

As soon as he made a move towards the tank something started rising up, the form was so large in height it had to bend over and all he could do was look up in awe as he realised it was Acylius towering over him a hand on the glass edge as his other wrapped around his currently in comparison tooth pick of a body.

A thick inky substance streaked the merman’s face, falling in thick strings, ear fins flaring as his eyes were such a pale blue they were near white, making his pupils appear no more than pin pricks, rows and rows of needle teeth exposed as Flugs scream was anything far from what Earthly beast could make, it was raging and full of pain.

Amadeus was not frightened of course, but there are many reasons to be scared…fear of never being forgiven, now that was something that frightened him, even if he felt it was undeserved.

Acylius’s grip was far from gentle, but it barely registered as pain, as he spoke though the Captain made sure not to turn away from him this time and listened as smoke left the merman’s maw

“So now that I am no more than waste to you, you who have pined and whined over me, who continued to show signs of envy when I showed my affections for Demencia now reject me…are you so out of touch with reality to recall merfolk customs or have you only ever cared for what you want!”

Hat wanted to face palm into a black hole….of course their kind was commonly known to be in trios, Acylius hadn’t been favouring her over him, he was learning about them both, now though after this if Flug still liked him that would be one hell of a miracle and he dare not ask at this moment, looking down as glass cracked he saw as the front of the tank collapsed, water flooding the room, something that was easily fixable but that mattered little to Amadeus at this moment.

Heart racing and twisting inside he realised his mistake, by not allowing Flug to reach out after he himself had been clearly wanting to all this time…rejecting the contact after finding out his history…had made the merman feel like he was disgusting, spoiled by Thaddeus…this wasn’t just anger it was masking the despair, the pain in him.

Freeing a hand with ease he reached out into the heart of the ink and muck and placed it on him, showing with this simple action he was not repelled by him, looking up at those white eyes the blue deepened, their colour never seemed to settle on one hue, always swaying in tone like the Ocean, water and glass drawing back to their place

“It is not because of something you have done Acylius…I turned from you because it is I who allowed Thaddeus to rule the waters simply because I did not want to, while I consider myself deserving of most things, I see now I am not deserving of you.”

Demencia was standing at the door, it was of course closed behind her cause she wasn’t about to let any prying eyes see this and if anyone had tried to look she’d have stabbed them out, the water had been up her shins and now as she watched it drawing back to where it came from, found everything to be dry as if it had never been.

Wow Black Hat never apologised for anything like…ever.

She stayed quiet as Acylius’s form shrank, melting away and letting go of Black Hat who landed on his ass on his desk just narrowly missing sharp pointed object on its surface, even he noticed everything was dry and back in order.

“This is clearly not my magic…what are you?”

Waters clearing and mask no longer in place, glaring at him with arms folded.

Black Hat was momentarily speechless...he’d perhaps expected a pretty face under that mask but this was breath taking, short ebony hair just long enough to sway in the water, face of white when caught in sunlight shimmered, lips scarred …no doubt the work of his brother and the way he was looking at him…any other circumstance and he’d be like take me I’m yours…well he was going to have to hold up his end of the bet later and confess he’d forgotten to feed him because he was too busy trying to impress him.

“What am I, I think the question you should be asking is who was I? I was next in line to be king, once deep sea merfolk were not despised, we as a race worked in unity, there was peace until Thaddeus , through years of manipulation whittled down the numbers of my kind to the hundreds…we are not even that anymore…”

Mew Mew loaf could hear the cracking in her friends voice and softly mewed coming up to him and nuzzling against him, he cuddled her kissing her tiny forehead gently as he sat on the tanks bottom once more, continuing

“Now that we are rare, we are considered prizes and things to be used as status symbols, some are now stuck in their racial beliefs and some would seek to claim us for gain.”

Black Hat wanted to curl in on himself and never look at him again, usually he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have cared…he never thought something he’d done would ever come back to bite him and so deeply

“I have never cared for the consequences for my actions…because they usually would not be any but-“

“Do not pretend to care now then, your false apologies would only insult me further, did you think just because I have dealt with your brother I would snivel before you?”

Oh god…even as he was tearing him down to the bone with words he found himself loving him all the more, he deserved this and knew it but to see him so forthright unafraid to tell him , call him out on his bullshit…he would bow to no one in his life but this king before him.

Mew Mew Loaf was loafing on Flugs ‘lap’ as best she could you know considering Flug didn’t exactly have a lap and she had a fish tail herself and rested listening to them quietly.

“No, I did not think you would snivel before me…you are far too stubborn for that…but you are afraid.”

It really was all coming together now, the more this went on, noticing how Acylius flinched, the slight recoiling at first before posturing, afraid yes, cowardly no, Black Hat realised Acylius had done the only thing he could have done and before Black Hat could say it, Demencia spoke up as she gently asked him

“Acylius, how long have you been running?”

End of pt six

#pirate au #paperhat #it'll get there I promise #now I can work on blind au #everyone will be out of character forever! XD #Demencia #black hat #Acylius flug #pirate hat #merflug #my art

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leapyearkisses · 5 years ago

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Long Ride Home

This is a commission for @vanillaslayer of her awesome twin OCs Edan and Eliott! I’m really very flattered that she asked me to write about them, omg. I had an awesome time! Please go read all her stuff about them, because it’s amazing!

~Please consider commissioning me! Commissions are OPEN~

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“You sure you don’t want to catch a later flight?” Edan looked up from his phone where he was answering a few business-related emails last-minute. “Because I think we can still push it back.” He looked over at Eliott, who was sitting across from him in the uncomfortable airport waiting room chairs, and frowned. Somehow, even with a sweater and a hoodie on, his brother still looked cold.

Eliott shook his head. “It’s okay. I mean, we’re already here. And Mom will worry.” He sank further down in his seat. Somewhere down the terminal, the gate attendants were making the final announcements for a flight to Detroit. Their flight home was supposed to start boarding in ten minutes. He pressed a sleeve-covered hand over his mouth and tried not to cough. It was only going to be a few hours in the air, and then he’d be free to crawl into bed and not come out until he felt better. He just had to hold it together until then. He’d flown with a cold before; it would be fine.

“I think she’s going to worry anyway. You look like shit.” Edan stowed his phone in his backpack. “And she’s going to give me flak for letting you travel like that.”

“Fuck off,” Eliott mumbled. “You’re not in charge of me. I’m not your responsibility.”

Edan pointed a finger at him. “You wouldn’t let me travel like that.”

“You’d be dying,” Eliott retorted. “I don’t even have a fever.” Well. He hadn’t this morning. He was feeling quite a bit worse now than he had then, but he’d told his brother he’d taken some medicine before they left for the airport. He hadn’t meant to lie about that… he’d just somehow misplaced the Dayquil, and the pills he’d tried to take instead had just made him gag them back into the sink. He rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted. “Sorry. I just want to get going so I can sleep.”

“Yeah, I know.” Edan checked his boarding pass. “I’ll let you have the window seat. But you’d better not snore.”

Eliott tried to sniff back some of the congestion in his head and closed his eyes. “No more than you do.”

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They were seated back in economy class – the music money wasn’t rolling in in such great amounts that they could splurge on seats – and Eliott tried to suppress a shiver of distaste. He was so gross right now, and there were so many people. He had to climb over the lap of the woman who had the aisle seat in their row, and he just wanted to apologize for his whole being. He was sure she could see how red his nose was and hear the rattle in his breath. At least Edan was in the middle seat to act as a bit of a buffer, but Eliott tugged the hood of his sweatshirt close around his face anyway. He had tissues in his pocket, but he wanted to avoid using them as much as possible. If he could just fall asleep, then he felt he’d be all right.

Unfortunately, his insomnia had, predictably, kicked in when he started feeling under the weather, and he just couldn’t get comfortable. Edan rubbed his shoulder for a bit, but it didn’t help, and eventually he’d just pushed his brother away. He wound up slumped in his seat, staring at the dark screen on the back of the chair in front of him, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. Then he felt his nose start to itch.

Nooo… He might have said it out loud, mumbling into the collar of his sweater. The last thing he needed was to start sneezing. It just wasn’t going to be pretty. Still, he could feel the slow shift of congestion in his right nostril, a drip getting ready to fall and stirring up dissent wherever it touched. He scrunched his nose and felt the spill of moisture down his lip. His face heated and he hurried to pull out a tissue. He blew his nose gently at first, trying to be quiet, but the soft passage of air bloomed a tickle deep in his nose, and he had to blow harder to try and stave it off. Despite his best effort, though, he felt his breath catch insistently, and he bent forward into his cupped hands. “Hh- hhdtzch’ue!” He caught most of the resulting wet in the tissue, but he could feel he wasn’t done. He pinched his nose. “Nndztxck!” Ow…

Edan slapped him on the shoulder. “Cut it out! That sounds gives me the creeps. Not to mention you’re going to explode your ears.” He watched Eliott pull out another tissue and try to blow again. He lowered his voice. “If you’re worried about her-” he jerked his head to the left toward their row mate “- Don’t. She’s listening to music so loudly I can tell who the cover artist is.”

Eliott crumpled the used tissues and shoved them into his front pocket, coughing into his sleeve. “It’s not just her,” he said. “Everyone on this plane is going to wonder if they’ll catch this cold.” He felt small and bothersome. And chilled. He thought he might have spiked a fever after all.

“Fuck ‘em,” Edan quipped. He reached under his seat and tugged up his airline-issued blanket. He slit open the plastic cover and then went about unfolding the blanket on top of Eliott. “You can’t help being sick.” Even though they were in their early twenties now, he still tucked the corners around Eliott’s shoulders like he’d used to do when they were kids. “We’ve got another few hours. You want to watch a movie?”

Eliott shook his head. “I’m just going to chill.” Normally, he would have loved to, but he didn’t want to put on headphones right now and risk letting his sneezes get too loud without him knowing. He crossed his arms under the blanket and leaned against the wall of the plane.

“If you say so.” Edan didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push. He went back to his laptop, doing whatever it was he’d been involved in before. Probably composing, since he slipped his good headphones on a moment later. Eliott closed his eyes and tried to zone out, thinking about their next music video.

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He must have actually fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes again, the plane was dark except for isolated pockets where people had their reading lights on. He didn’t know what time it was or how soon they’d be landing, but he hoped it wasn’t long. His head had started to ache dully, and he felt sweat pooling under his arms despite feeling frozen even in his layers. Great. Might not be just a cold after all, which was the last thing he needed. He didn’t want to have to spend his visit burritoed on the couch while Edan went out with their parents. He didn’t even want to stream when he felt like this, even if he could somehow mute every cough or sneeze.

Eliott tried to straighten up, wincing. Beside him, Edan had also passed out, head tilting and mouth open gently. Eliott reached over stiffly and closed his laptop. He thought about getting up and trying to find a flight attendant to get some tea, but he didn’t really want to talk to anyone… or move. And his nose had started to itch again. He pinched it with a quiet squelch and fumbled for his tissues again, but the first sneeze he ended up catching in his palm. “Hah- hdztsciueh!” It was horribly wet, and he felt himself flushing in miserable embarrassment. He crushed a wad of tissues against his nose for the next one. “Hh’huhdztschiu!”

Someone in a row behind him uttered a polite blessing, but he could feel he wasn’t done. The inside of his nostrils felt inflamed and thick, yet sensitive to every fluctuation in his breath. It was almost as bad as the fall when the ragweed was in full swing. Even rubbing his nose through the tissues offered little relief, and he moaned helplessly as another sneeze snuck up on him, too quick to try and stifle. “Huhdztschx! Ngktdzcht!” His head throbbed.

Beside him, Edan startled awake with a confused sound. “Huhn? El?” He rubbed an eye, then pawed around in his seat-back pocket for his own travel pack of tissues, which he dropped onto Eliott’s thigh. “Here. Bless you.” He yawned but tried to hold it back. “You okay?”

“I’m sick,” mumbled Eliott before blowing his nose. He didn’t even care about the sound anymore. He just wanted to be home.

“No kidding.” Edan sighed. “Well, can’t be too much longer now.” And, as he said it, the seatbelt sign popped on over their heads and the captain’s voice crackled through the cabin.

“Folks, we’re starting our approach now. It’s about 10:30 PM local time. We’ll be landing just ahead of schedule.”

“The captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign,” said a flight attendant, coming primly down the aisle. “Please return to your seats, buckle your seatbelts, and prepare for landing.”

Edan stuck his laptop back into its case in his bag and pushed it under the seat in front of him. “See?” he said, patting Eliott’s shoulder. “Almost there.”

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Their parents were waiting for them at baggage claim, and Edan must have texted them while Eliott was in the bathroom, since they’d brought him a hot cup of tea from Starbucks. He sipped it gratefully and didn’t protest when his dad took his suitcase for him. He tried not to zone out on the way to the car. Still, faced now with the familiar sights and sounds of his hometown, he walked mechanically, following Edan without thinking about it. In the back seat of his dad’s car, he found himself blinking groggily at the surprise of a cool hand on his forehead.

“You’re burning up,” said his mother, sounding fretful. Her eyebrows were furrowed over gentle brown eyes that matched her sons’. “I’ll stop by the pharmacy after we get you home. Edan, you should have called.”

“He could have called,” Edan said, getting into the back seat beside his brother, but he sounded concerned, too. He reached over and made sure Eliott’s seatbelt was buckled. “He was more or less fine yesterday. Do you want me to go to the pharmacy instead? It’s late. I don’t mind driving.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll do it. You’re visiting, too.” Mom got into the passenger seat. “I’m just not sure if we have something he can take.”

“I might have something in the car, here,” said his dad. “Could you look?” He pulled out of the parking garage. Edan started to rummage in the center console.

Eliott tuned them out. There was no denying he felt awful, but at least he was on the ground now, and he was with his family. He closed his eyes. Vaguely he could feel Edan poking him in the shoulder with a medicine bottle, but the sensation was fading away as he slipped back into sleep.

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“Why?” Eliott said, waving his phone at Edan from the couch. The cold cloth on the back of his neck slipped down and he slapped at it. “Why would you do this to me?”

“What?” Edan chuckled. “It doesn’t show, like, snot or anything.” He flopped down in the armchair with a bowl of popcorn. “I had to let our fans know why I pushed back the video this week.”

“You could have just told them.” Eliott scowled at the photo Edan had posted to their blog of him, all curled up in bed with a hand over his face. “I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Relax,” said Edan through a mouthful of butter and salt. “Are you going to pick the movie, or can I? Because I’m not going to wait forever.”

“Jerk,” Eliott tossed his phone to the side and grabbed the remote.

He felt a deep satisfaction several months later when he uploaded the video of Edan’s nostril piercing.

#snz #lyk writes #lyk commissions #other people's ocs #vanillaslayer #OMG I seriously had such a blast writing this #thank you!!!

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obsessedkatie · 7 years ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAYYYY to one of my coolest and bestest friends!! <333

I really wanted to write something based on your Soriel Inktober drawings, so this was inspired by day 18 - wine and mini pizzas! (and it…somehow came out a bit more angst than I thought? I’m sorry?? >.>;; ) I hope you like it and have an absolutely wonderful and fabulous birthday!!! ^w^

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The hilarious thing is, most people probably expect dinner with the queen to be some kind of classy affair.

“No, no!” Toriel insists, laughing so much she looks like she’s about to fall off her chair as she waves the sole survivor of the family-sized mini pizza pack semi-threateningly in Sans’ direction. “I will get it in this time! Just open your mouth a little wider!”

“Tori, I don’t think it’s gonna go any.” Sans rubs at his tomato-splattered, slightly sore jaw - it hasn’t had such a workout since his last burger-eating contest at Grillby’s, but it’s still worth it. “Might be about to fall to pizzas over here.”

“But I was getting closer!” She takes another generous slurp from her wine glass with one hand and beckons him closer with the other. “Wait, I know - come over here. For the memory of his fallen comrades, we shall not let this one go to waste!”

Toriel holds out the pizza invitingly as Sans shuffles his chair across the floor next to her; she’s not so much throwing as literally feeding it to him now, but he’s not objecting, taking the opportunity to slyly nip at the tips of her fingers to make her giggle more.

“There you go! That’s a good Sansy,” she sing-songs, the way Bun always does, and Sans winces at the name, but he doubts he could hold back the grin almost splitting his skull in two even if his bone structure would let him; she’s almost unfairly adorable like this, all soft and flushed and giggly, a rare moment when she actually gets to let her fur down. Also, he’s discovering, a really touchy drunk, though he’s not making much effort to resist as she slides her paws over his shoulders to pull him half into her lap, hugging him to her almost possessively. “Thank you.”

He chuckles, and can’t resist tugging affectionately at one of her long ears as they hang down over either side of his skull. “S’no big, Tori. I get a lot worse thrown at me most days.”

She snorts softly, her warm breath tickling the top of his skull, but then draws back a little, shifting positions so they’re eye-to-socket. “I do not mean for that. For - for everything. For protecting Frisk. For helping us all here. For staying with me…”

Her voice is suddenly thick with emotion, her eyes soft and tender and glistening with gratitude and - oh no, Sans isn’t nearly drunk enough to handle this. Not being manhandled onto Toriel’s lap - if he’s honest with himself, and he tries not to be, he’s probably a little too comfortable right where he is. But her looking at him like he’s some big hero, like he is the stars they’ve all dreamed of seeing for so long - it’s too much, it makes his soul ache, how wonderful she is and how much he doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t know the half of what he’s done - what he hasn’t done, and how many times he hasn’t done it.

But she can’t know about the other times - those eyes, those beautiful eyes, they’ve already seen enough pain and suffering for infinite timelines. Just like all those times, he has to smile and shrug it off, pretend he doesn’t care as if, the infinitieth time, it gets any easier.

“Tori, c’mon, you don’t have to thank me for that. I mean, what kind of bonehead wouldn’t wanna stay with you?”

She gives him a grateful squeeze, but her smile slips for a moment, becoming more melancholy. “Many. Many have chosen to leave - and for that, I cannot blame them. But I always hoped, most of all, that you would stay. And perhaps even that someday, I would have the chance to…” Her tone lowers to a sultry purr as her hands slide down from his shoulders to slip under his hoodie, ghosting along his lower ribs, “show you how much I truly appreciate you.”

“Uhhh.” That has a different effect on Sans’ soul entirely, practically somersaulting out of his ribcage as Toriel nuzzles the back of his skull. “That’s, I mean, you don’t, I’m not - not that I - uh…” He’s a stuttering, hopeless mess, cheekbones blazing cyan and every molecule of his magic just wanting to melt into her touch, and yet - they can’t, he can’t let it happen like this. It’s Toriel, and she deserves so much better than some drunken…thing she’s probably going to regret in the morning - or not remember at all. She deserves so much better than Sans. “What I mean is - it’s getting kinda late, and it’s been great but y’know, I should probably go home and…shower.” It’s a half-legit excuse, at least, though he’s tempted to leave the remains of the dearly departed pizzas splattered all over his clothes and most of his skull at least long enough to get a few “cheesy” cracks in before Papyrus pops a joint.

“Ah.” He feels Toriel stiffen, and the loss of her warmth as she takes her paws off him is as immediate as Sans’ pang of regret as he wonders, for a moment, if maybe she’s not quite as drunk as she’s pretending to be. “Of course - my apologies for keeping you. Though I must confess, it is a little unsettling when you are the sensible one.”

At least she’s smiling again, soft and fond and with just the slightest hint of longing that’s a little painful to think about, even if it’s just the wine talking - so he won’t, grinning and winking back at her like everything’s normal. “Hey, you can’t spell sansible without Sans, am I right?”

“Provided one’s spelling is entirely nonsansical, then yes.”

They both laugh, and it’s a familiar, comforting feeling, like they’re back on safer ground as Sans moves back to his own chair and Toriel stands up, dusting stray pizza crumbs from her dress. “Perhaps going to bed would be a wise suggestion for the both of us. But I do hope that we might be able to - do this again sometime?”

She sounds uncharacteristically hesitant for a moment - almost shy - but her smile bright and hopeful as ever, and realistically, even if he’d been the kind of bonehead to want to say no, Sans never stood a chance.

“Are you kidding? We’re so doing this again - you owe me, like, twenty pizzas,” he informs her, failing at exasperation almost as much as Toriel does at looking apologetic when she giggles guiltily. “Also, next time, it’s gonna be your turn to catch.”

Her face lights up, relief as much as mischief written across her features as she nods vigorously. “Oh, yes, absolutely! My body, as I believe the youth say, is ready.”

Toriel winks, and Sans’ soul might do another triple flip jump, but it’s okay because she’s happy, and they’re still good buds, and that, he’s almost drunk enough to convince himself, is all he needs. It’s enough to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to let her assault him with pizza pockets as many nights as she wants because it’s still the best he’s eaten, the hardest he’s laughed, the safest and the most real he’s felt in too many timelines to remember.

For now, what they have - whatever they are - it’s enough.

Written by @diamondsareapearlsbestfriend

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reviewae · 7 years ago

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H2W Reactions (SPOILER ALERT)

Disclaimer: any excerpts taken and posted here do not belong to me, only the reactions do. the excerpts belong to the great great olivieblake.

Oh my god, so we’re starting with Dramione?! Yayayayayayayayayay!!!!!!(does a little tap-dance with sombrero dangling off of head.)

(Just so you know guys, I have already read this chapter roughly five times(I couldn’t control myself!) and all my reactions are not actual live reations, but roll with it.)

A whiff of something familiar that tickled his nose to consciousness; a faint hint of gardenias.Oh my god oh my god I know what that is..its Hermione’s perfume,right, from Clean and Marked!?

Hermione's perfume. See? I told ya.

"I wouldn't keep her very far," he commented, and Draco frowned, recognizing neither the man nor the intent behind his reference. Cause you’re not really into her yet, son. It takes time. But look what we got here: another Dramione shipper! Welcome to the fam son, your name?

"You're a motherfucking swine," Daisy snapped, Yeah, tell him, girl!

"My father," Daisy interrupted, "has nothing to do with this." You poor, innocent child. *pats hair gently*

"Okay, listen up you little shitbag, I - mphhmhihm-" Ewww. Is it just me or does it look-sound like he’s kissed her. He’s most likely gagged her though.

Draco had once hoped himself that she would stop talking, he determined that a disconcerting form of wish-fulfillment. The snark levels of this guy, like honestly. He’s probably going to die but *gestures hands wildly*

Draco caught the outline of a tattoo at the base of his throat, tucking the observation in the back of his mind for later. Okay, another guy from the mysterious infinity club. I’m going to save this info for later too.

Demonstration of what excessive snark levels make you: "Sounds like breaking and entering," Draco commented in reply. "Though, considering you already have kidnapping checked off the list, I suppose that's nothing remarkable, is it?"

Draco Malfoy. They make you Draco Malfoy.

"I have surveillance charms set up in my office," she said tightly, not quite looking at Hermione. "I know you and Malfoy took my files, but I figured once you saw I wasn't covering anything up you'd simply return them. I thought it would be better to let you think you had me fooled," she exhaled, sighing out the irony, "so you'd figure out on your own that you could trust me." You little shit, Carnegie. You’re also kinda like Harry y’know. Just more, slytherin-ish.

Draco, again, felt a twinge of guilt at having once made the same assertion. I love how they keep coming back to this non-consequential piece of information.

"You know," Draco ventured tangentially, "I have a tattoo myself." Yours is one heck of a tattoo son. Really..um, sophisticated. Also, I see what you’re doing there.

"I find that mine is rather telling," he offered wryly.No shit Sherlock.

"I'll tell you precisely who I am. I'm Nicholas Flamel, though I prefer to go by N-" What the fuck? That old shit’s dead. He was connected to that shiny red ruby then he died or something. Or was going to.

"You can't be Nicholas Flamel. He's - he's old," she protested, "and the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed, so - " Same, sis, same.

and as I was saying, I prefer Nico. So You’re Nico!? Nice to meet you! Sorry to say this, but you’re kinda an asshole.

Nico's expression stiffened. That was a risky gamble. Let’s hope it works for your sake.

"Lady Revel," he repeated, his tongue darting angrily between his lips as if to rid himself of the taste. "I'll have to have a talk with Ignotus," Damn, she is already gone, man; nothing you do can ruin her further. and I kinda like her(totally cause she wants to mutilate umbridge) he murmured to himself, and behind Draco, he felt Hermione stiffen. Why did hermione stiffen? What does she know? Something’s up.

Draco elbowed her as sharply as possible, smacking the back of his head against hers for emphasis. When I said ‘physical affection’ I certainly did not mean this. Gentle with the goods, man.

"The attention," she croaked. "We theorized it was being done for attention. The reason for low-ranking officials is obviously access - they're easier to get to, first of all, and they don't have years of threats teaching them to watch their backs and safeguard their security, and - "

"Yes, yes," Nico said, flicking his wand again to silence her. "Attention, fine," he permitted, "but whose? That's no less opaque."

"But why on earth would anyone blame an organization whose entire purpose is predicated on secrecy?" Hermione pressed. "If these poisonings aren't being orchestrated by the Club, then who could be - " Wait, What the fuck? Two of them are tied up and the third is holding them hostage and they’re just talking to each other like they’re just solving any other case or something?

"Are you nearly done?" Emmett demanded. "Emilia's going mad, I can't hold her off for much longer, and if she calls in Daisy's Aurors - " Okay, first of all, Fuck you Emmett, you heartless bastard. Second of all, thank god, emilia is not involved in this. that would have been just too much heartbreak for poor Daisy.

"Really," he added, shaking his head with what appeared to be wildly misplaced mirth, "what parent would?" Wait. What’s happening? Why’d he say that? is he going to kill him? oh my gosh he’s gonna kill him isn’t he?

"What murder?" Emmett asked, and Draco groaned.

"Worst last words ever,"Seriously Draco, I honestly don’t know what to do with you. he muttered as Daisy screamed, and behind him, Draco felt Hermione gasp, both of them watching Emmett Carnegie fall stiffly to the floor in the span of a breath. Eeek. Didnt see THAT coming. or maybe i did. either way, good riddance?

"I have a chocolate frog card of you, you bastard!" HAHAHAHAHA!! Of all the things she could have said, she says that?!!

"That's a man I paid to continue to be me as I focused my attention on other pursuits. “ Stunt double. Seems like even the best can’t hold their own.

"Hermione," Draco interrupted, clearing a rasp from his voice. "I have to tell you something. Before we die, I need you to know something," he pressed urgently, and turned as far as he was able, catching the sharp turn of her head. "I need you to know I'm - I'm so sorry," he exhaled. "Everything I said to you, everything I did, I need you to know how sorry I am, and - " Omg, is it happening? is he telling her he loves her? but he’s accepting his death so quickly? that’s not possible. that’s not the Draco I know. He’s upto something isn’t he? He’s buying time. ahuhhh...

^^^Actual footage of Draco Malfoy. Sorry, Back to the story!

Draco was certain the compulsion to imagine his final words must have occurred at least once to Nicholas Flamel, a man who'd outlived his friends and family for centuries.

After all, even a man fixated on immortality must suffer mortal pitfalls.

"Surely you've thought about the things you would have done," Draco pressed. "Haven't you? The things you'd want to say, and how you'd want to say them." He paused, parsing his words carefully. "You can't tell me it's never crossed your mind." This little shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing and I love him!!!

"Draco," Hermione said quietly, leaning her head back against his. "It's okay, I understand - " Hermione, child,I love you and all but please, shut up.

"In the lining of my pocket," he whispered to her. "Any vial will - " Please tell me there’s a bomb in there.

Draco nodded hurriedly, gripping Hermione's waist as her fingers rose to place themselves against his chest, smoothing out against the fabric of his shirt. Yaaaaaasss pull her closer boy! Get some babay!!!

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I hurt you, I insulted you, I misjudged you, and I'm fucking sorry for it. Before anything happens to either of us, I need to know you forgive me for everything I've done." Is he being genuine? Please be genuinely sorry. Please.

"I just need you to know that I love you, Hermione," Draco pronounced firmly, and yanked her in close, kissing her as deeply and ferociously as he could manage.

He deepened the kiss, gripping the back of her head with one hand as he covertly grasped her fingers with the other, and took the vial from her with careful, breathless precision.And then - because nothing in life was ever certain, he reasoned, and if he were going to die, he'd prefer it be in the aftermath of something enjoyable - he kissed her a few moments longer. He slid his tongue along the bottom swell of her lip and she shivered, drawing him closer. Her hands dropped to his hips, her fingers digging into the lip of his trousers, and Oh my god, do i feel hot? is it hot in here? no only hot in there. oooff , when i said get some, you really took it to heart didn’t you?

"Ehem," Nico said, making a face. "I think you've said it." Nico be like, “Meh. Straight, mortal people.”

Draco pulled away, dazed I totally understand boo.

"I'd rather not live to see Draco die, if that's alright with you." Gives me such Ride or Die deja vu feels.

There was a loud series of gasps, a shattering of glass, and then Draco looked up slowly, realizing that the many eyes of the party's guest had fallen on them; specifically, on the dead man clutched by his traumatized daughter, and then on Hermione and Draco, who clung to each other, breathing hard. Ooops?

Okay quick note, I’m skipping the rhys part cause unpopular opinion, I don’t like him. I mean, he’s decent and all but, Paws off Draco’s Hermione!! So yeah, y’know. Also he’s a side character, not veeerryy interested in him.Also, who’s gonna read that when you have dramione coming up? Yes, more DRAMIONE!!!YAAASSS!!! I’ll probably do this reaction later, in a small side note or something.

She reached out, catching his arm. Are they going to fuck?Please do!!!

"Malfoy," she began, and exhaled, uncertain how to proceed. "What you said back there, in Daisy's office - "

"It was a distraction," Draco supplied curtly. "Nothing to acknowledge. Shockingly," he drawled, kicking at the upturned corner of the rug, "I'm not actually in love with you." Sheeshh. Harsh.

"No, I meant about - " she faltered. "You said you were sorry." She’s not letting go that easy, isn’t she? God bless her.

"Of course I'm sorry," he said. "You know that." Awwww, he acknowledges it.Okay,that’s it, i am officially in love with this Draco.

"Until what?" he asked, stepping towards her. "Until it was almost too late? Until we were both about to die?" He paused again, staring at her. "Until I was holding you in my arms?" Woooh, from a zero to a hundred just like that. Man, he’s hot when he’s scary, and frank.

and he looked as though he might step closer, but then abruptly decided against it. Nononononononnonono. Its just one little step. Just one little step, do it man.

She took the step he didn't. THANKYOU!!!!!

She reached out, brushing a strand of silvery-blond hair from his eyes, and swallowed hard. *chanting* KISS KISS KISS KISS!!!!

Behind them, the Floo suddenly burst into flames, Harry's head appearing in the fireplace. OKAY WHAT THE FUCK! HARRY? YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! YOU COULD’VE JUST WAITED 10 SECONDS COULDN’T YOU? YOU JUST HAD TO COCKBLOCK RIGHT NOW!? YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKER!! GET LOST!!!

OKAY I AM NOT EVEN READING THE REST CAUSE I AM TOO ANGRY TO(And also cause the scroll sigh is almost at the end.). HARRY POTTER YOU COME IN FRONT OF ME NEXT TIME AND I’LL FUCKING RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!!

Roughly an hour later, That was not a cliffhanger, but it was also fucking worse!!! Now have to wait for like 3-4 more chapters of angsty eye-fucking and rhys-hermione before i get a glimpse of pure unadulterated and uninterrupted Dramione (yes, I’m side-eyeing Harry.) Well, that’s all for this chapter, make sure to reblog and follow.I make new reactions every sunday.(Though this came a little late ‘cause i had exams.) Also shoutout to @coyunnnnn for reblogging. Thanks for reading!!! 1402wisegirl, over and out.

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kykyelric · 8 years ago

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RFA HCs - Athletic MC

Lovely anon, thank you for the request~! Here you go!

Zen:

He can’t stop staring at your booty? I mean...

Literally ALL DAY EVERY DAY

Damn girl, your body ROCKS

It sets off his inner beast any time he sees you

It gets kind of embarrassing in public sometimes...

You have to drag his gaze away from your chest or ass with a finger on his chin

The only thing that ends up working out is, well, working out.

Going to the gym every day...

Flexing your abs together in the mirror...

Seeing who can do more pull-ups... you win of course

Does he let you win?

Will we ever know?

Your daily exercise excursions led you to discover a fantastic fact about him...

He’s terrible with anything round shaped that involves kicking, throwing, or otherwise.

let’s say, it always ends badly, with you laughing on the floor.

Yoosung:

This boy is so embarrassed

You go to the grocery store together, and you push the cart, and he just takes these adorable little glances at your body and his face just completely lights up like a tomato

Everyone else teases him so much about it, and he doesn’t hate it

He tried running with you for a couple days, but his stamina is terrible, so you go by yourself.

But that’s okay, because you just imagine his adorable, blushing face, and when you get back home he’s there, your tangible fantasy

When he loses a match on LOLOL he’ll come running into your strong arms

He’d praise how buff you were, rubbing his delicate little fingers up and down your biceps when you flexed

Then you’d tackle him and result in the most intense tickle fight of your life.

Jumin:

Mister Fifty Shades can’t wait to get his hands on your toned and perfect body so that he can do BLEEP and BLEEEEEP to it.

*ahem* anyways... moving along.

After he satisfies his, um, lust, Jumin becomes the ever so neutral-faced gentleman

He’ll take you out to dinner, fit you in a snug, cocktail dress and heels, then-

OMG he just grabbed your butt

“JUmin!” you hiss because what if the other people saw

But he “doesn’t care” and you’re in for a torturous night of feeling up

On the bright side, his stamina is better than poor Yoosung’s, so he’s happy to go running with you on bright, Sunday mornings where you both sneer at the couples yanking dog leashes

then you get together and snuggle on the couch afterwards, even though you’re all sweaty and gross though you personally think Jumin looks so sexy in his sweat sparkles

Jaehee:

Jaehee goes working out with you, but she isn’t as hard core.

The weights she lifts are hardly anything, and she complains that she already exercises at work by lifting stacks of papers for Mr. Han.

But you still make her go with you, and the two of you have the best of times running together on the treadmill watching cooking shows

Your favorite is “Chopped.”

When you exit the gym you both exchange excited predictions for who you think would’ve been chopped next which sounds terribly morbid out of context.

Then she’ll make you a cup of coffee, load it with protein supplements if you request.

Maybe she complains about all that weight-lifting, but she’s hella good at ice skating and roller skating.

Oh you two have fun with that, though she can get kind of jealous of your toned body

You reassure her that she’s plenty beautiful, and sometimes she gets teary at your compliments.

Seven:

He’ll never go work out with you no matter how hard you beg him.

He does, however, make use of that body of yours. heeheehee

Cosplay looks absolutely stunning on you, he says. Picture perfect!

Of course those photos are for his eyes and his eyes alone.

The role playing is fun, and sometimes you find yourself laughing while holding a whip a magic wand or gun from his latest fad in Overwatch

Of course you can’t help but tease him.

You wiggle your perfect butt at him while wearing a cat costume, then lay on your back and clench your abs while waving your “paws” in the air.

His reaction is priceless, and you can’t help but pounce on him. he tastes delicious

Fun fact: Saeyoung plays some mad volleyball when he’s in the mood, and oh can you get him in the mood.

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sinsiriuslyemo · 8 years ago

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Oh my fucking God I want to die because you are so good at writing!! I mean, you must be an Angel!! Sooo can I ask u if you could maybe write Barba and the reader having super sweet fluffy Sex (bc I don't think that we must give Lucia a heart attack by seeing her son in Xtreme dom mode...) and Lucia walking in on them?

Barba having gentle, cuddly sex with the reader and his mother walks in?

omg barba fucking you in his childhood bedroom plz plz plz and he has to keep you quiet!!

Thank you sweet anons, both for your compliments and for these requests. I am so sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy it!! I combined these two requests because they seemed to go naturally together, and I won’t lie I had a little fun with it!!

“Are you sure your mom is okay with me staying here?” you asked, a little nervously as the cab pulled up to the old brownstone in the Bronx.

“Of course she is,” he answered without hesitation. “She’s been wanting to meet you for a while, what better time than Fourth of July weekend?” he added with a smirk.

“I just want to make a good impression,” you said softly as he pulled you out of the taxi and grabbed your joint bag from the trunk.

The two of you had been living together for over a year now, things were getting serious between you and he’d already been casually eying rings. The only thing left to do before he asked you to be his wife was for you to meet his mother. In truth, Rafael would’ve preferred for the introduction to have happened much sooner, but between his schedule and yours, timing had been your nemesis.

“What if she thinks I’m some floozy, trying to corrupt her perfect Catholic school boy?” you asked softly, frowning at the thought. If only Mrs. Barba knew that between the two of you, Rafael was the slightly kinkier one...not that she would ever learn that.

“She will not think you’re a floozy. You are amazing, and kind, and smart...I mean you’re dating me, clearly you’ve got a good head on your shoulders,” he teased, winking at you.

He smiled when you giggled and tugged you up the steps to the front door where a note was taped to the knocker.

Mijo,

En la calle.

--Mami

“What does that mean?” you asked, looking at him.

“She’s running errands,” he answered, using his copy of the key to get inside. “And I’m sure she would want to give you the official tour, so why don’t I put this in the fridge…” He took the portable cake carried that held the flan you’d brought from your hand. “And then I’ll just show you my room since we’ll be sleeping there,” he offered.

“Oh this is gonna be good,” you mused playfully. “I’ve always wondered what teenage Rafael’s room would look like.”

He chuckled, pulling you up the stairs just as his mom walked through the door lugging a grocery cart filled to the brim behind her. Taking a deep breath as Rafi released your hand to help his mother, you followed behind him as he wheeled the cart into the kitchen.

“Mami, this is Y/N,” he said, turning briefly to wrap an arm around your waist. “Cariño, this my mother, Lucia Barba.”

You held out a hand anxiously, smiling at the older woman, who smiled back softly.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N,” Lucia said, shaking your hand.

“Likewise, Mrs. Barba.”

“Por favor, call me Lucia. Bueno, let’s put these groceries away and then we can get to know each other, si?” she suggested, beginning to put the food away in the fridge and cupboards.

With the three of you working together, the haul was put away in no time, and Lucia sent Rafael to the back porch to clean the grill and get it ready for grilling burgers. In the meantime, you and Lucia chatted in the kitchen, fixing the salads and seasoning the meat patties. She put you at ease almost instantly, and it was abundantly clear where your boyfriend got his wit and intelligence. The meeting had gone extraordinarily well, and by the time the three of you sat down for dinner, you were talking as though you’d known each other for years.

After dinner, Lucia taught you how to make Cuban coffee while Rafael took out the flan you had made the night before.

“Was this your first time making flan?” Lucia asked as the three of you sat down for coffee and dessert.

“Yes...I’m really nervous, I wanted to make sure it was tasty and authentic. There are so many different recipes for it,” you answered as you served her a piece before giving one to Rafael and one for yourself.

“It’s all in the timing, it looks and smells delicious,” she said as she examined both sides of her slice. “Y mira how smooth it looks, no bubbles, that’s good,” she added, finally piercing the corner with her fork.

Dear God, why did you feel as though you were on Hell’s Kitchen with Gordon Ramsay scrutinizing a dish before telling you it was ‘dreadful’ and expecting a ‘Thank you, chef’ in response? She tasted it and you watched with baited breath, heart pounding in your chest until she hummed in approval.

“Coño, que rico,” she hummed, looking up at you. “It’s perfect.”

“Really?”

“Si, it’s very good,” she answered honestly.

“Better than yours?” Rafael asked carefully, smirking when his mother narrowed her eyes at him.

“Ten cuidado, mijo,” she warned playfully and you chuckled.

“I’m sure your flan is a million times better,” you offered, smiling softly.

“This is very good, Y/N, I mean it. I’m impressed,” she answered, smiling.

When the dishes were cleared and set in the dishwasher, Lucia gave you the tour of her home, regaling you with stories of your boyfriend’s youth. Some made him laugh, some made him blush bashfully, others he just rolled his eyes at. Finally it had gotten late, and Lucia retired to her bedroom, leaving you to settle yourselves into Rafael’s old room.

“My mom loves you,” he whispered as he followed you into his room.

“I love her too. I can see where a lot of your personality came from,” you answered. “Oh my God,” you snickered as you took in the Star Wars and Dukes of Hazzard posters taped on the walls. “Wow, Rafael Barba is a Star Wars geek,” you teased.

“Okay, laugh it up,” he groaned.

“I’m not laughing, I’m just glad that I have ammo when you tease me about my Batman obsession,” you answered. “Star Wars is awesome, you have good taste,” you added as you unpacked your bag into his old dresser.

You both changed into some pj’s and laid on his full sized bed. It was then that you got your first glimpse of the Barbara Eden poster he had thumb-tacked into the ceiling, illuminated only by the moonlight coming in from the window.

“I see you had a thing for I Dream of Jeannie as well,” you mused, bringing a hand to lay on his naked belly.

“She was my childhood crush…” He blushed a deep red.

“Why are you blushing?” you asked with a sly grin as your fingertips circled his belly button.

“Well...there’s a...reason the poster is tact where it is,” he mumbled.

“Oh reeeally?” you whispered, letting your index finger slowly follow the path created by the strip of downy hair that began under his navel and led to his groin. “Did you have fantasies about Jeannie coming into your room late at night and granting you three wishes?” you inquired.

For a moment, he said nothing as he stared up at the image of his childhood crush dressed in her Jeannie costume.

“Just one wish,” he murmured softly, sheepish smirk coming over his face.

“Tell me…”

“I’d really rather not,” he replied in a chuckle.

“Aww come on, Rafi...tell me. I won’t tell anyone, I swear,” you promised, looking up at him.

He sighed softly, rubbing over his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, his internal battle pulling between sharing or not sharing. Finally he relented.

“I used to imagine that I’d find her bottle somehow, and that night, I would rub the bottle...she would come out, take one look at me and beg for me to wish that she...would be mine forever,” he answered quietly, as though there were other people in the room that might’ve heard him had he spoken the words too loudly.

“She would make you use up a wish for that? Why not spare you the wish?”

“I don’t know, I was thirteen and going through puberty, raging hormones, horny almost all the time,” he answered. “Besides, I...kind of loved the idea of her...you know, wanting me that badly that she would be bound by a wish from her master to...are you laughing at me?” he asked, his own mouth stretching into a smirk as he blindly reached in the dark to tickle you.

“No,” you answered in a giggle.

“I was thirteen,” he repeated, making you laugh a little louder. “You’re telling me that you didn’t have strange fantasies when you were coming into your sexuality?”

Suddenly your laughter stopped and he grinned.

“Spill.”

“She does have a great rack,” you observed, trying to steer the conversation back to his teen obsession.

“You’re deflecting my question,” he replied. Fucking lawyers.

“Ugh, fine,” you groaned. “I had a thing for Junior Floyd from Little Giants…”

“The football movie? Figures,” he muttered. “If you had met me as a teenager, you wouldn’t have given me the time of day.”

“Hey, come on...if I had met you as a teenager it would be a crime to give you the time of day,” you teased.

“You know what I mean,” he said softly.

“That’s not true, Raf. You would’ve won me over with your wit and amazing ass,” you replied, kissing his jaw.

“Really?”

“Really,” you replied honestly. “I would’ve been clawing Barbara Eden’s eyes out in no time to be all yours,” you added and smiled when you could see traces of his smirk in the moonlight.

“You wanna be my Jeannie right now, mi amor?” he asked huskily as he rolled on his side to face you and began kissing your neck.

“What are you doing? Your mom is in the next room,” you whispered, though you made no move to stop him.

“She’s asleep, cariño,” he answered as one hand slipped under your tshirt.

“Rafael…” you whined, moaning softly when his hand started to massage your breast while he sucked on your pulse point.

Humming softly, your eyes fell shut as you arched your back in an effort to press further into his paw. The hand closest to him slid over the mattress between you to palm him through the fleece pants on his hips, and he groaned against your skin, rocking his hips forward. Biting down on your bottom lip, you turned your body to face him and took his lips with your own while one leg hooked over his frame, pulling his center closer to yours.

“Oh Master,” you whimpered softly, earning a moan from your boyfriend. “Master, I love how you’re touching me…”

“Oh my God,” he whispered in a shudder, and you could feel his cock stirring against your clothed core. Every time his organ moved, you could feel the heat between your thighs growing stronger.

“Something’s happening to me,” you breathed against the shell of his ear. “Whenever I look at you, I feel a tingle in my pantaloonies.”

His kisses seized for a moment as he picked up his head and gave you a pointed look.

“Sorry, always wanted to use pantaloonies in a sentence,” you mumbled, fighting a bashful grin.

“Do you have it out of your system?” he mumbled back and you nodded your head.

“Master..?” you whimpered as his mouth claimed your neck again, hands pushing your shirt up to expose your body to the cool night air.

“Yes, Jeannie?”

“I need you,” you said a little louder, and he urgently shushed you, trailing tokens of his lust down the length of your neck.

Moaning softly, you arched your back, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of his head and guiding him to your chest. His mouth dutifully closed around your nipple, tongue circling and flicking before he created a gentle suction to bring it to life. Your arms crossed just under your chin as your fingers curled under the hem of your shirt, pulling it out of the way as he switched breasts. You could feel long digits toying with the waistband of your panties.

“Oh Master, please touch me,” you whined.

“Cariño, you have to keep it down,” he whispered, lifting his head again to look at you with slightly wide eyes.

“Maybe you should put something in my mouth to silence me,” you answered, smirking at him playfully.

He blushed, smiling as he got to his knees on the bed and pushed his soft pants down to his knees. You widened your stare as the pale moonlight shone on his organ, as though you were seeing it for the first time. Licking your lips in anticipation you gently pushed him to lay on his back, shifting down on the bed until you could place a soft kiss on his tip. His teeth worrying his bottom lip, he watched as you kissed the v below his crown and a strained mewl escaped him.

“Do you like that, Master?” you asked innocently, licking along the thick vein on the underside of his appendage.

“Yes, I do,” he whispered back, hand moving to hold your hair away from your face as he rocked his hips upward.

You hummed as your mouth finally closed around him, sucking softly and bobbing your head slowly, letting him reach further and further down your throat. Pulling his pants down the rest of the way, you lapped at his balls while you hand twisted over his rigid shaft.

“Master,” you said in a sultry voice, crawling back up his form. “I want you to make me yours,” you purred. “Please...I’m begging you, make me yours forever.”

He grunted quietly, mouth ravaging yours as he rolled the both of you over and made quick work of kissing down your torso until he was readying you with his mouth and tongue. Moaning when you grasped his hair, and tugged him closer, hips rolling against his assault. He could hear your heavy breathing above him growing and knew the noises that would soon follow would be far too loud to not be heard. He forced himself away from your center to move and align himself with your entrance.

“Fuck me, Master--”

“I can’t fuck you, Jeannie, we have to be quiet,” he answered softly.

“Jesus Christ, Rafi, you know what I mean,” you muttered with a chuckle. He silenced you again with lips pressed against yours as he surged forward, muffling your elated cry with his mouth as he filled you unlike any other man before him.

“Oh Master,” you sighed in a high pitched susurrate as your arms wrapped around him.

“Mm Jeannie,” he purred, allowing you time to adjust to the way he was stretching your body before he began to gently move in and out.

As he made love to you in his childhood bedroom, the only sounds that could be heard other than the soft creak of the full sized bed were heavy breaths and tiny, almost inaudible whimpers, along with the occasional full volumed moan that would swiftly be shushed.

You whimpered, biting down hard on your bottom lip. “Oh God, Rafi--”

“Shhh…” You could feel his tiny grunts billow against your lips and you closed the space between you to kiss him passionately. The smacking of your lips as he kissed your mouth and the soft, wet sounds from where your bodies were joined took you to the brink of your insanity, and could swear you heard the gently thumping of the headboard against the window sill...only the thumping wasn't coming from above your head, it sounded as though it was coming from…

“Oh no!”

The door opened as Lucia’s voice sounded from the now lit hallway, giving her just enough light to see her son on top of you, rocking his hips between your legs.

“Oye, if you want, I can get the air mattress-- Aye Dios mio! Rafael!” The door slammed shut again as your boyfriend jumped away from you, settling beside you on the bed and bringing the covers up to your chins.

“Mami!” he groaned in a tone you could imagine he had perfected in his youth.

“Rafi, how am I supposed to know what you were doing?” you heard Lucia asked from behind the door. “Yo no soy psychic!”

You had put your shirt back on and thanked your lucky stars for the lack of light being able to display your beet-red countenance as Rafael called out to his mother, “You could’ve knocked!”

“Oye, I’m your mother, I don’t knock ni un carajo!” she bellowed back from the hallway. “Bueno, I’d like to get some sleep, you two should try to get some too! And we are never to speak of this, me entiendes?” She didn’t wait for an answer before she moved back down the hall to her room, muttering in Spanglish something about her baby boy living in sin.

When the two of you heard her bedroom door shut, you let out a breath, finally looking at each other in the dark.

“And now she hates me,” you mumbled softly.

“She doesn’t--”

“I am now the whore that corrupted her good, Catholic school boy.”

“I promise you, she will never bring this up. She’ll just act like it never happened and try to forget what she saw,” he offered.

“Oh, you mean her son’s naked ass humping between my open legs?”

“Cariño...she’ll forget about it,” he said again. “She won’t hold it against you, if anything she’ll call me the pervert,” he added with a smirk.

“Well I, for one, am going to hit myself over the head with a very heavy object so that I forget that your mother caught us having sex, too,” you mumbled, turning to lay on your side.

There was a moment of silence before you felt his hand on your hip, and you looked back at him to see a sheepish expression on his face.

“Can we at least finish?” he mumbled softly.

“Are you kidding me?”

“She went to sleep--”

“That’s what you said earlier,” you pointed out. “Let’s just get some sleep, we can play I Dream of Jeannie when we get home,” you replied. He sighed, nodding his head and laying on his back beside you, eyes looking up at the poster above his bed.

“Well, Barbara...looks like it’s just you and me,” he teased and you playfully elbowed him in the ribs as you rolled over to cuddle up to him.

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