#so I'm just gonna wake up to more pain and more of my brain barely working yet still refusing to go to sleep

[paulyenvol6]

No Worries In The World

Harry Castillo x f!reader

So I know the context of the kiss in the new trailer is totally different, but the way his lips crash against hers just did something to my brain and I had to write it as if they were in an argument. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, dirty talk, Harry and reader being down bad for each other, nicknames like princess and baby, some fighting in the beginning, angst, fluff, sweetness, talking of children, jealousy, possessiveness

Wordcount: 4,730

Masterlist

"Oh come on, you're not even gonna say anything about it?"

"What am I supposed to say? I told you already – "

"You told me nothing, Harry. What, did you not want me to find out about it?"

He sighed and god how you hated that sigh. It sounded like he was disappointed in you although he was the one that – "I didn't hide anything from you. I just didn't think it was necessary to mention it because it meant nothing to me. I forgot about it the second it happened."

You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the corridor wall as the blood pounded in your ears, rumbling so loudly that you could barely hear the words coming out of his mouth. Tears were burning in your eyes and you wanted to blink them away so badly, not showing him how much he had hurt you, but at the same time, what did it matter? Perhaps you should just show him and make him feel awful.

"Why the fuck did you do it then? You could've waited 10 minutes and we could've danced. I – I just don't fucking get it."

Harry ran a hand through his curls and then approached you, his hands reaching for yours but you refused and lightly pushed against his knuckles to spare yourself the pain of his close presence.

"Baby," he said, waiting for you to give him your attention, but you were focused on fumbling with his hands so he would let go of you.

"Baby," he said again, louder this time and firmly squeezed your hand so you had no choice but to accept your fate and flash your eyes at him, showing your anger in a different way.

"I love you," he whispered which involuntarily made your heart flutter, but no, you wouldn't just let it slide because he happened to have such a pretty pair of brown puppy eyes and looked especially handsome in his suit tonight.

"You didn't answer my fucking question," you hissed, moving your hands that were still clasped in his until he eventually let go and sighed out as he took a step back.

"Jesus… I don't know. I don't know, she's an old friend and we talked for a bit and I liked the song that was playing so I asked her if she wanted to dance. As I said, we're old friends. Nothing more."

You angrily chewed on your bottom lip and although you wanted nothing more than to be hugged by him and forget this whole stupid thing, you just couldn't. You were hurt, and you knew that if you just pretended nothing had happened, you would go to sleep and wake up tomorrow with a bitter taste in your mouth, and this thing would haunt you until it finally caught up with you, eating you alive and making the inevitable fight even worse.

"We fucking met this way, Harry," you pressed through clenched teeth, pushing against his chest while you felt a single tear run down your cheek.

"Did you think for a second that it might hurt me to see you dance with a woman exactly the way we did six months ago? I thought that – that… I don't know that it was our fucking thing."

Your eyes painfully burned watching Harry rub over the lower half of his face, cursing something that you couldn't understand and then he straightened up, his jaw tense and his chest heavily rising.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to tell you. We were dancing. I'm not going to stop dancing with any woman for the rest of my life because we met this way. I'm sorry that it hurt you and I don't know how many times you want me to say it, but it meant nothing to me."

You tilted your head and swallowed as you defiantly raised your chin and then hugged your own body with your arms.

"Then I think you're insensitive."

"What?" he scoffed, narrowing his eyes as he put his hands on his hips.

"Yes. I'm asking you of something because it's fucking important to me and it wouldn't be a big deal for you to do me the favor."

You refused to let him doubt your statement, your head held high and your posture straight as you watched Harry sigh again, his nostrils flaring before he took a step towards you and suddenly pressed his lips to yours. It was messy and passionate, aggressive almost, but so heated that you kissed him back without thinking too much about it. He gently pressed you against the wall, his hands firm on your waist and a knee between your legs so you could rock your core against him while he devoured your mouth like it was the last time he could. And somehow your mind went blank. Somehow you were able to put all of your frustration and anger in the kiss.

He pressed his lips to yours with such force that his nose rubbed against yours, wrinkling and creasing as he seemed to be trying to reduce the distance between you until you melted together.

"Harry," you breathed, your hands at his shoulders. You tried to pull down his jacket, but by now your hands were shaking so you had problems gripping the fabric properly which evoked a quiet chuckle in him.

"Need my help?" he whispered, smirking as you stubbornly shook your head and eventually succeeded.

His jacket fell on the floor and was soon joined by your coat that Harry peeled off you with quick and skillfull hands. His lips were still on yours, the sound of teeth clashing agains teeth echoing against the high ceiling, the air around you thick with tension and you almost felt drunk on him. Drunk on his aftershave, on his familiar scent, his presence.

He rolled the fabric of your tight black dress between fingers, giving you a painful pre-taste of what was going to come, but you needed so much more. No thought was flickering behind your forehead, no urge to finally work out your conflict. Perhaps there was a part of you left that felt stubborn and defiant, your hands on his shoulders just a little bit rougher than usual, but you didn't care about talking anymore. What you wanted was to talk this through with your actions and his touch on your body.

Harry's wishes didn't seem to fully align with yours, as you soon figured. He made no attempt of stopping, but he didn't shut up neither.

"S'what you need, huh? Needed me to push you up against the wall to be satisfied, isn't that right?"

You moaned, but it sounded more like a cry and felt your eyelids flatter as he traveled down your chin and your neck until his hot breath lingered at your collarbone. You buried your hands in his hair, gently tucking, but Harry paid no attention to where you wanted him anyway. His touch was more determined than usual, more clear in what he wanted. Uncompromising, but you didn't mind at all.

"Tell me, baby," he whispered and moved his hands up until they were right below your breasts, lightly - like it was a test - brushing over the swell. "Tell me that you wanted this."

Your grip in his hair tightened, your head dropping back so it was comfortably resting against the wall and you could let Harry take full control.

"I… I fucking wanted this…," you said under breath, your voice higher than normal.

"Yeah? I just haven't given my princess enough attention, have I?"

He gently nibbled at your skin which sent shockwaves through your body and as time went by, your hold on your own feet progressively worsened, your knees weak and wobbly as Harry left wet kisses on your cleavage.

"Yes. I just… I missed you."

His next kiss was tender. It was a response to your complaint and you moaned in satisfaction when you felt his mouth trail a line up your neck until he stopped at your mouth again. Harry softly sucked in your bottom lip, creating divine pressure and goddamnit, he was just so good at it. Making you feel valuable and sexy and… seen.

Maybe that was the reason why seeing him dance with her had hurt you so much. He was always showering you with love and affection, his eyes on you at all times even if you were with a big group of people and now, if he didn't pay attention for a mere second you already felt neglected because it was such a grave contrast to his usual behavior.

"I'm sorry, princess," he murmured against your lip, causing you to whine in relief. "I know it's on me. I know it's 'cause I have to show my princess how much I love her all the time. Have to show her that she's the only one I care about 'cause otherwise she'd be sad."

He cupped your face, gently caressing the area under your eye.

"And I can't make my pretty girl sad."

Perhaps his words would have sounded mocking to anyone else, but a glance at his face told you how much he meant them. It told you that he was truly sorry for neglecting you and making you suffer, even if it was just a single tear you had shed.

"Fuck me," you breathed, becoming aware of the effect of your words when Harry's jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with sheer hunger.

"Yeah? Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Fuck me hard."

Before you could utter the last syllable, you shrieked as Harry grabbed your hips and lifted you into the air, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"Whatever my princess wants…," he whispered in the curve of your neck and then proceeded with covering every inch of skin he could reach with kisses.

You chuckled and giggled, your heels digging into his back as he carried you to his familiar bedroom where he carefully tossed you onto the bed and opened the first buttons of his shirt while you made yourself comfortable on your back. The silky fabric of the pillows felt cool and soft against your smoking head, and you felt that cosy, bubbling warmth in your belly that always appeared when you thought of all the magical things he was going to do to you.

"Don't move an inch," Harry whispered while carelessly throwing his shirt behind him and then moved to the edge of the bed, kneeling on it with one knee and giving you this mischievous, yet soft smile.

"You look so pretty like this, babygirl."

You shrieked in surprise when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you a little towards the edge of the bed, then climbed onto the bed and hovered over you with one knee between your legs. You giggled and writhed, your body screaming for him and your insides dancing with joy as you not only had a perfect view of his toned chest, but felt the anticipation crashing over you like a magnificent wave ready to swallow you whole.

"I need you," you breathed and put your hands on his shoulders.

"And I need you." He leaned in to kiss you and while you were still getting used to the weight with which his lips crashed against yours, he was already fumbling with the zip of your dress at your back, pulling it down painfully slowly and making you whine in frustration, yearning for a cooling brush of cold air across your body that seemed to be in flames just by his mere presence.

Eventually he redeemed you though and pulled your black dress over your shoulder and then down your body, his hands not shy to follow a trail down your front until the piece of clothing was gathered up around your knees. Now that he had access to more skin he drew backwards, releasing your lips with a plop and took in your bare front that wasn't covered by a bra which caused Harry to hum in satisfaction.

"You're a dream. My perfect princess," he whispered, his eyes cloudy as he seemed to be mesmerized by the sight.

"Should've never even just looked at anyone else at the party. You're the only one I care about anyway."

He pressed wet kisses on the swell of your breasts and each felt like a promise. His beard created delicious friction against your sensitive skin and soon your breathing went in hitches, your heart rapidly pounding in your chest and your mouth agape as you bent your neck to stare down to him.

Now his lips were around your nipples, tracing the outline with the top of his tongue and knowing how much you liked it, he occasionally carefully took them between his teeth until you squirmed away and he released them with a wet noise. But he always made sure not to neglect your other breast that wasn't taken care of by his mouth; when his tongue worked on your left breast, his hand kneaded and toyed with the right so that you were soon overwhelmed with sharp and sweet pleasure, sometimes bordering on pain in the best way possible.

"Harry," you whispered, your hands in his hair and your legs closing around his broad torso. "Please, Harry… fuck, I need more."

He gently nibbled at your skin, careful, so it wouldn't sting too badly, but with enough force so it might leave a mark.

"Where do you need it, huh? Is your sweet little pussy aching for me? Does she need me to take care of 'er?"

You threw your head to the side, your body buckling when Harry pressed his knee against your center with more intensity so that you felt pressure on your clit.

"Yes. Yes, I need it," you panted and gasped when he slipped a hand between your legs, cupping your pussy and rubbing his palm against your throbbing clit through the fabric of your panties. In the force and eagerness with which he had done it, you sensed that he was struggling to hold back himself, his grip on your pussy firm like he didn't just want to make you feel good, but claim you and that very part of your body.

"Mhmm… There you go. Let me hear you, princess. Let me hear how good it feels."

A croaked moan left your throat and you closed your legs around his wrist as if you wanted to trap his hand between your thighs.

"Please. Please, feels so good, Harry."

Your underwear was soaked and you could hear it in the damp sound his skin made against your wet panties, but Harry was soon to comment on it anyway.

"You're soaked, princess. You need it that badly?" he whispered against your earlobe, his left hand coming up to cradle your face while you struggled to bring out an intelligent sentence.

"Yes. I really want you, Harry, please…"

Your lips formed a pout as you arched on the bed, pressing yourself against his broad body and wrapping a possessive arm around his neck.

"You're mine," you whimpered and although it didn't sound very dominant with your quiet and weak voice, you had meant every part of it. In response your boyfriend lowly chuckled and leaned in to capture your lips in a deep but slow kiss.

"Someone's gotten a little jealous tonight, right? I didn't know this side of you, baby."

He pulled away to caress the corner of your mouth where a small drop of drool leaked out and you bit your lips, your eyes flashing and your chest heaving rapidly under his play on your pussy.

"You're mine. No one else's. I want you to show me."

Harry's lips twisted and he lovingly brushed your hair back until his hand came to a stop on your temple.

"You want me to show me that I'm yours, babygirl?"

"Yes," you moaned and gently tucked on some of his strands of baby hair in the back of his neck.

Harry gave you a wry grin and then, faster than you could react, you were on your stomach, letting out a loud gasp. You felt two large hands lift your hips until you were forced to support yourself on your hands and knees, your dimples protruding as you turned your head to look over your shoulder and meet Harry's gaze.

He was on his knees as well, and now gently slapped your bottom before running the palm of his hand over the area that was beginning to redden.

"You look so goddamn pretty like this. What am I even saying, you always look pretty, and I still can't believe I'm that lucky…," Harry whispered, running a hand from the crease of your ass up your back to your neck where he gently combed through your hair.

He looked almost dreamy as he watched your back and then snapped back to reality. He pulled your underwear down with swift and trained hands until the fabric was around your knees, following your dress, and then parted your knees and stepped closer to you, the fabric of his pants creating a cool contrast to your heated skin.

Another slap landed on your ass and you let out a whimper, your body jerking forward while Harry already comforted you and then you finally heard the clank of his belt and you knew it was a matter of seconds now until you would finally be filled by him. You bit your lips, staring ahead of you in anticipation and then almost whined in relief as he ran his tip through your folds, smearing your wetness all over your dripping cunt and sighing when you arched your back.

"Jesus… honey…. You don't know what you're doing to me…"

"Please Harry. Please, I need it so badly."

Your hands closed around the bedsheets when you felt his tip circling your entrance, your whole body tense and ready to take him in if only he would finally give it to you –

"Fuck!"

Your head dropped, your forehead hitting the mattress and your nerves prickling as your body adjusted to his length. Harry was far from being small and although you were more than wet and he had fucked you more times than you could count, there was a slight stretch every time, especially when he entered you in one go. You focused on your breathing, your pulse loud in every part of your body and then you turned your head as Harry ran a hand over your shoulder blades.

"Are you alright, princess? Need a moment? Or do you want me to pull out and prepare you with my fingers?"

Tears welled in your eyes only that it wasn't from the pain, but his sweet words, the fact that you knew you could always rely on him and that he would always take care of you. God, how you loved him.

"No. You can move, I'm fine," you answered and prepared yourself to feel his thick cock moving inside of you, but you frowned as it still didn't happen. Instead Harry caressed the curve of your ass, his fingers drawing tight circles on top of your skin.

"Gonna give you a moment just in case, okay? Sorry, maybe I went a little too harsh and should've made you cum on my fingers first."

Without turning your head you shook it and blindly reached behind you for his hand or his wrist or in fact any body part of his. You heard him laugh, a deep and low sound and then he grabbed your hand and squeezed it before he carefully pulled himself out of you. You regretted it immediately, your knees shaking as you wanted nothing more than to feel every single vein of his cock and fortunately Harry didn't hesitate when he thrusted back in although he was much slower this time.

"Oh fuck," you hissed nevertheless, your fingers clenching around the sheets and so did your pussy when you felt Harry's tight grip on your hip.

"Fucking christ… You feel perfect. You're perfect. So good to me, princess, fuck…"

He now started to fuck you at a steady pace, his hips and balls slapping against you with each thrust, while his hand on your hip made sure to pull you back to him. Soon his free hand moved from your ass up to your head to draw your hair into a makeshift ponytail and to use it as leverage while he picked up the pace.

"Nghhh fuck, Harry," you whimpered and shut your eyes as he repeatedly hit your cervix with his huge cock.

Your reactions were music to his ears and to enhance them and elicit more of your sweet noises, he glided a hand between your legs to rub your clit that was stiff and swollen, throbbing as it had awaited the rough pat of Harry's finger.

"Yeah there you go… My sweet princess only deserves the best, doesn't she? Wanna make you cum all over me until you believe me when I say that I'm yours and I only wanna dance with you at any party. You hear me, honey?"

He lightly tucked at your ponytail, his teeth gritting as he bent his back to come closer to your ear.

"I love you and I don't want you to ever worry about that again. I don't want you to have a single worry in the world."

You loudly moaned and that was the moment your arms gave away and you dropped head first on the bed. Harry scoffed and stroked the back of your head before flipping you onto your back again, your eyes popping open as he did so.

"It's alright, I got you," Harry whispered as he adjusted your body.

He parted your legs again and removed the sweaty hair out of your face before slamming back into your exhausted body, his thumb on your clit again after you had rolled your hips in a desperate attempt to fight the pulsing tension in your pussy.

"You wanna cum for me? Wanna make me real happy?"

"Yes," you replied, your legs spread wide for him and your hands in his neck again to toy with his hair.

"Please," you murmured, pulling him closer to you until you sighed in enjoyment feeling his lips on your chin. "I wanna cum so badly. But I wanna cum with you. Please. Need it inside."

Harry's eyes darted up to you, a suspicious and concerned sparkle in them, but there was also something excited and disbelieving.

"I don't know if we should…," he whispered, watching you precisely to judge whether you were too fucked out to act responsibly, but not slowing down either.

"Please, Harry. Give it to me, I… Maybe I wanna… Why not take the risk, it wouldn't be the worst thing, right?"

His teeth sank down on his lower lip, blind and profane desire clouding his mind, but he had to act rationally now.

"Picture me carrying your child, honey," you whispered and took his face in your hands while panting heavily at the tight circles he drew over your clit.

"Picture me all round with your child. Your child, Harry. Wouldn't you like that? You would be reminded that I'm yours every moment of your life 'cause I'd be living proof that you knocked me up. That you fucked me hard and deep and everyone would see it. Everyone would know that I'm yours."

Fuck it. The thought flickered behind Harry's forehead for brief second and while you were still pleadingly glaring up to him, he had already made his choice. Maybe he was just way too fucked out to act responsibly too, but what did it matter now? The thought of filling you up and getting you pregnant, his cum so deep inside your perfect warm pussy that would suck his seed in, your belly round with his child...

He let out an animalistic growl and then came so hard, it knocked all the air out of his lungs and made his head spin. Harry could only hear your own squeal from a distance, white lights dancing across his vision as ropes of cum spurted from the tip, filling you to the brim. He grunted again, sweat pooling on his forehead that was slowly running down his temple and then he looked down at you, who was just coming down from the aftermath of your high.

"Harry," you whimpered and rested your brow against his broad shoulder.

"I know, princess," he panted, his hand reaching behind your head to cradle it, but he couldn't hold himself up on his elbows much longer and gently lay you down while burying his face in the soft skin beneath your ear.

"Oh jesus… You're so amazing," he praised you and ran a hand up and down your arm to calm your rapid panting.

"You did so wonderful. So, so perfect, my beautiful princess."

Your hands grasped at his bicep, your body completely flat and powerless under his weight as the two of you slowly began to realise the possible consequences of your actions. Had the two of you been careless? Had it been stupid? Harry didn't feel that way, but he had to check in to see whether you felt the same.

"So…," he started once he had lifted his head again and now drew soothing patterns over your cheek with his thumb.

"Were you serious with what you just said?" he asked, a little smile lingering on his lips that you were happy to return.

"Yeah. I mean I think so, I don't regret it right now. Do you?"

"No I don't," he truthfully answered and propped himself on his knee so he wouldn't crash you beneath the weight of his body.

"But I mean, if you change your mind, I can go to the pharmacy and get the morning after pill, all you have to do is say the word, baby."

You chuckled and connected your hand with the side of his face.

"I don't think I will. If that's what you want too."

"It's what I want. I love you and I love this between us. And I think these are the best conditions to have a child, right?"

Your heart was pounding in your chest, making you feel like you had just run a marathon. But Harry wasn't done yet.

"And I wanna see you happy. I don't know, princess, but I think it's become my life's obsession. Making you happy and giving you anything you want. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't want you to have a single worry in the world. It's all I want and it's all I'm ever gonna want. Making you happy and making you smile and loving you."

His voice was so incredibly low, but it was enough. It was enough to make the butterflies in your stomach do somersaults, enough to make you feel as if you were drunk with love, and to make your pulse race into infinity.

"I love you, Harry," you answered and although you felt that you had to say more and express how much you loved and appreciated and needed him in every detail, Harry already seemed content with your answer. Maybe it was better that way because you believed once you started telling him you wouldn't be able to stop.

He kissed the corner of your mouth sloppily, both of you too exhausted and tired to seal your confessions with a deep kiss, but it didn't matter. You understood each other blindly and giggled as Harry crawled off you and lay down next to you.

He instantly reached for you and you were happy to snuggle up against his side, his arms sliding around your back to hold you close while you rested your head on his chest. That way you could listen to his steady heartbeat, your eyes closing as the purest form of contentment and happiness flooded your system.

"I love you," you whispered again, already close to drifting off to sleep, but you still heard his answer.

"And I love you, princess. So, so much."

[magical-regical]

Code Red

A Leona Kingscholar x AFAB!Yuu fic

Word count: 781

Yuu is AFAB but is referred to using they/them pronouns. This one goes out to all the girlies (said gender neutrally) whose periods always somehow manage to sneak up on them.

(Period tracker? Never heard of it. My cycle's too irregular for that)

It was a quiet morning. Yuu had their head laying on Leona's bare chest with his tail wrapped around their waist and one of his arms resting on their back. If they looked up they could have seen his handsome face devoid of its usual scowl. A rare opportunity to truly see the lion prince truly at peace.

And yet, when Yuu opened their eyes the first thing they noticed was the dull ache in their abdomen and a familiar wetness between their legs.

'Ah fuck...'

"Leona, hey Leona, wake up." They whispered, patting his cheek and trying their best to wiggle out of his grasp.

Leona stirred, "Shut it... 's too early for this..."

His grip tightened, which only made them panic even more,

"Babe, I swear to the Sevens if you don't wake up right now I will bleed all over your sheets." they hissed practically slapping him awake now.

The word 'bleed' made his ears perk up as his sleep-addled brain tried its best to process what he just heard. As the rest of his body started to wake up he finally smelled it, the faint but unmistakable scent of blood.

Yuu got out of the bed the moment they felt his grip loosen, checking to see if they bled through their underwear and sighing in relief when they found out they hadn't. They had a spare uniform stashed in Leona's closet so they could change into clean underwear but it wouldn't stay clean for long unless they find a pad. They're going to have to make a break for Ramshackle weren't they? Their stomach clenched in protest, making them wince.

A hand grabbed their wrist. Leona had sat up, using his other hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"You see that desk across the room? Open the middle drawer." he said, his voice a rough drawl.

"Huh?"

"Just do it." he growled.

Yuu had half a mind to chew him out for being so crass, especially when he knows it's that time of the month but still did as they're told.

They opened the middle drawer and found a small cardboard box with a familiar design on it.

"No way..." they muttered as they took out the brand new box of pads, "How did you know what my usual brand is? Is Rook rubbing off on you?"

"I think the words you're looking for are 'thank you my wonderful, amazing boyfriend' " He grumbled, "Besides, any boyfriend worth their salt knows to be prepared."

His tone was dry but the swishing of his tail gave away how proud he was of himself. Yuu couldn't help but laugh, gesturing at him to come closer so they could kiss him.

"Thank you, my wonderful, amazing boyfriend who I love very much."

Leona hummed, satisfied with his reward before following them to Savanaclaw's bathrooms.

"You don't gotta follow me you know. You can go back to bed." Yuu said.

He let out a yawn, "Oh I thought about it, trust me. But with how bone-headed some of the guys here are, someone's gonna try to break the door down if they smell blood, especially if it's yours."

Once they were done changing he scooped them up into his arms and carried them back to his room, their protests falling on deaf ears.

"Stop being stubborn. It hurts doesn't it?" he said, carefully placing them on his bed. "You're staying here today. Anything you need, you tell me. Got it?"

"I'm being stubborn? Pot meet kettle..." Yuu muttered.

Another cramp quickly silenced their complaints, the persistent ache growing worse by the second.

"Could you... Go to alchemy for me today?" they said.

"Of course you'd ask for something like that..." He knelt next to the bed, his eyes half-lidded as he stroked their cheek with the back of his hand, "Wouldn't you rather have your lion here, cuddling your pain away?"

Yuu leaned into his touch, "We have an exam next week and Crewel's doing a review today."

He clicked his tongue, grabbing his phone to send some messages, "There. I asked Jack to take those notes for you and I'm getting Ruggie to get painkillers and that ice cream you like from Sam's."

He tossed the phone aside and laid down next to them. Yuu cuddled up to him, their body curling into his. Leona rubbed their back, "Need anything else, darling?"

He felt Yuu shake their head.

"Good. Now go back to sleep. You'll have breakfast waiting when you wake up."

"Are you gonna feed it to me?"

"If you want me to." He kissed the top of their head, "Anything for you, kipenzi changu."

Divider by @/cafekitsune

A/N:

kipenzi changu means 'my love' in swahili according to the wiktionary (they cited this paper, which talks about different terms of endearment in swahili, which I found pretty fun.)

[ursemma]

"I'll always love you" pt 2

Pt 1. Pt 3, Pt 4

Mattheo Riddle × fem!reader

Theodore nott × fem!reader (ex)

Warning: smut, fluff, 18+, minors stay away!

Not a proof read!

Summary: waking up in strangers bed isn't probably the best idea of moving on right? Or is it?

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with a bad headache. Looking over my side I saw a man sleeping peacefully, naked? I looked at myself and realised I too was naked.

"fuck" i mumbled and went to look for my clothes but they were no where to be found, suddenly a voice came making me flinch "you're clothes aren't there" I turned to see that guy rubbing his eyes trying to open them, "look away!" I scolded him while covering my self with a towel that I found on the chair.

"nothing I haven't seen before" he said with a smirk. How can someone be this handsome? "Anyways the clothes are probably laying in bathroom, covered in water, I'll give you a warm bath and my clothes to wear, and I can't leave you empty stomach, so we'll grab brunch and then I'll drop you at your home" he said while going in bathroom leaving me dumbfounded.

Is that what you do to your one night stand?

"come on the bath is ready!" I heard him saying, I tried to walk but the pain in my abdomen was killing me, last night must be rough, as I didn't entered the bathroom immediately he came and saw me stumbling, he chuckled and picked me up, "hey I can walk you know!" I shouted in protest, "yeah I saw that" he smiled at me and walked towards the bathroom.

He helped me take a bath and this time I didn't protested because I was so tired, that i barely remember last night.

"By the way, what's your name?" I asked him as me massaged my back "Mattheo. Mattheo Riddle" he answered and massaged my back harder earning a moan from me.

As his hands travelled my back i couldn't help but think of very inappropriate thoughts.

"you were crying very bad yesterday" he told me, as I was sitting in his lap he couldn't see my face so he tried to peek to take a look, "yeah my apparent love of my life got married to someone else" I told him with no emotions, I just couldn't feel anything, I guess the one night stand and vodka did worked.

"ohh" was all he said, and his hands moved to my neck, and my breath started to feel heavier with each moment passing by, i turned around, and looked into his eyes.

My hands trailing his perfectly cut abs, his broad shoulders, his chest and abdomen. He looked at me with eyes filled with mixed emotions, and said "are you sure?" "Never been more sure in my life" i answered and pulled our lips closer, they didn't touched but lingered on eachother, our breath started to become heavier, i pulled back looking into his eyes, and pulled closer again, with a frustrating groan he finally attached our lips and kissed me with desire.

His hands travelled to knead my breast and my hands travelled to his back leaving marks with my nails, his lips moved slowly to my neck and I gave him more space to mark his territory.

Soon his lips were on my nipple, nibbling and sucking them with one hand paying attention to my other breast. His one hand trailing my body trying to memorize it "you're so beautiful" he said and i blushed.

I grinned on his hard boner earing a moan from him, fuck so beautiful. I needed him.

"Mattheo- oh my" i moaned as he bit my nipple. "I'm going to enter you" he told me before slowly slipping his dick into my folds, "Matty!" I moaned as I felt him into me.

"What did you called me?" He spoke while looking into my eyes, "Mattheo?" I answered him with confusion, "no the other name" and realisation hit me brain "Matty?" I answered "yeah call me again" he said and thrusted into me few times, pulling in and out, after sometime I felt my orgasm coming near, i moan his nickname as pleasure rode me over "Matty I'm gonna cum" i warned his before cumming all over his dick, "I'm gonna cum too" he said and I told him "cum inside me" he gave me a are you sure? Look and I nodded, and just like that he came inside me.

We tried catching our breath "that was-" before he could finished i answered for him "amazing".

He cleaned both of us gave me his cloth and took me to brunch. "So tell me about yesterday I forgot everything" i said while eating my food, he chuckled "you came into bar and drank vodka like a madman, i came and sat by your side and told you to slow down, but you insisted and told me you had the worst day of your life, and then you told me to help you forget it and that's how we landed in my bed" he shrugged and i felt embarrassed "oh my" that's all I could say.

We talked the entire brunch and it felt amazing, it felt so refreshing that I wish the day wouldn't end, but it was time for me to go home, he opened the door for me and I sat into his car, I turned the radio on and played Taylor Swift, to my surprise he knew the songs, "you listen to Taylor?" I asked him curiously "i do, i love her" he answered while looking over me, we jammed the entire ride and felt him stealing glances at me.

We arrived at my house and he opened the car door for me, I was about to leave but I turned around and called his name "Mattheo!" He turned and looked at me smiling "yeah?" "It was nice meeting you. Mind exchanging phone numbers?" I asked him grinning like a child, he chuckled "i thought you'd never ask" we exchanged our numbers and hugged eachother, "we'll meet this weekend?" He asked me "a date?" I looked at him teasingly "A date! Be ready at 6" he answered and i chuckled at him.

I laid on my bed thinking about the events that occurred in past 2 days. I am moving on. I smiled at myself and my phone vibrated, i looked at the text it said

Unknown

Matty here! Be ready at 6 on Saturday I'll pick you up ;)

I laughed and answered

Me

Sure ;)

And yeah I'm officially going crazy.

Thought it was being long so I decided to end it here! If you want a part 3 with Theodore's encounter let me know!

[pollyna]

I don’t even know why the first thing that my brain thought of after waking up at 7am was this, but here you go!

A hand find its way to Mav���s hair and it gently ran through it.

“That’s nice,” Mav thought. He opened one of his eyes to see whose hand it belonged to and fully expecting to see a silver haired man next to him, looking at him with that relieved smile.

Instead, Maverick woke up to an empty hospital room and the usually occupied chair next to the bed was empty. He was looking for Iceman, the person who was always there when he woke up from another crash or accident but he couldn’t find him.

“Maybe Ice went for coffee or something” Mav thought.

Right on time, the door to mav’s hospital room opened. Mav couldn’t help but smile his wide sunshine smile that he reserved just for Ice after getting into trouble again. He also couldn’t help himself from saying “Hey, Ice” to the figure entering his room.

The eyes that met his were the wrong colour. They were brown instead of the icy blue eyes that he loved and the brown eyes are filled with guilt and sadness.

“Sorry Mav. It’s not Ice, it’s Bradley.”

“Oh hi baby goose” Mav said to Bradley as he came closer to the bed and stood next to it.

“Where’s Ice? Do you know when will he be here?” Mav asked Bradley and he watched him sucked in a harsh breath and those guilt in his eyes intensified.

“Are you ok Bradley? What’s the matter?” Mav’s gentle yet concerned voice asked.

“Ice couldnt come, mav” Bradley answered hesitantly.

“Oh? He’s on a work trip or something?” Mav asked.

“No, not like that” said Bradley.

“Then why?” Mav pushed for answer.

Bradley inhaled deeply and briefly looked up to the ceiling before looking back at mav as he carefully chose his next words “do you remember what happened last week, Mav?”

“Yes I do. Us training for the mission, the dogfight football, cyclone chewing my ass yet again, more training, coyote going into g-loc, the bird strike and the fun—,” the memory hit mav like a brick. No, it’s worse than a brick.

“Oh… Ice’s, Ice’s funeral…” Mav said barely above a whisper and didn’t have the chance to stop himself from looking at the empty chair next to his hospital bed.

The soothing touches had been a dream or was it memory? Mav wasn’t so sure of himself anymore because how could he forget the day he lost Ice? It was the most pain he felt when he lost him and none of his many ejections and accidents were that painful. Even the pain he felt right now wasn’t as bad as the day he buried his Ice.

“I’m so sorry, Mav” Bradley offered and bent down to hug him. He pretended that he didn’t notice the tears that were falling from Mav’s eyes and continued to hold on to his godfather. Bradley’s heart broke for the man in his arms who had suffered too many heartbreaks and silently vowed to himself that he would protect him to the end of his life.

I’m sorry guys. I couldn’t help it…

WELL LET'S SAY IT WASN'T HOW I IMAGINE GETTING WAKED UP-

But it's really good and I love the concept of Mav forgetting Ice is dead because it's such a huge everything him not being around that his mind refuses the possibility of it at every turn and just- forgets he's not here.

I'm gonna cry a little brb

[off-brand-likes]

Febuwhump Day 3: Pinned Down

I'm tired and I'm not editing this now, but: Remember when I trapped Kallus in an abandoned prison (parts 1, 2, and 3)? My brain has finally decided it's time to get him out, in approximately 1,000 words.

@mystical-salamander , thank you for your interest. I have been trying to make my brain write this for a year and a half.

In darkness so complete he might as well be blind, something wakes Kallus up. He groans, which does not improve his throbbing headache or the ache in every joint and bone that he'd pressed to the cell floor while he slept.

He's still thirsty, starving, exhausted, in pain. The Force, or the Lasat's Ashla, won't let him go in his sleep, it seems. This death is no worse than he deserves for all he's done, but he can't help wishing it were over.

Something in the rubble above his cell is moving.

Chunks of building material grate against each other. Something, or someone, is alive up there.

"Help." That wheeze of a voice will never get through all that debris. At least two stories of the building were above ground, before someone blew the place up with him inside.

The movement stops. Kallus holds his breath. "Don't you dare leave," he says, to himself since nobody can possibly hear him. "Don't you dare."

With more effort than it had ever taken in his life, Kallus rolls himself onto his front pushes at the floor. His arms shake. He raises his chest off the tiles, barely.

Something thumps above him, so heavily he feels it in his lungs. He flinches, which drops him onto the floor again. The ceiling cracks, letting in the dimmest light, but more light than he's seen in… gods only know how long.

He rolls himself onto his back again and lays there, panting, watching the crack turn itself into a web of them. Dust and grit fall through, shimmering a little in the dimness.

Smaller thumps come from above. The cracks split. Kallus shuts his eyes and braces himself for this to finally, finally be over.

Only a few objects fall through the ceiling. One of them crackles. "Hello? Anyone down there?"

It's Zeb's voice. It can't be, but it's Zeb nonetheless.

Kallus forces his eyes open and slowly turns his head. The dim light from above reveals a comlink on the floor by his knee.

It's the first pleasant hallucination his mind has conjured since this ordeal began. He ought to reward it. His whole arm shakes with fatigue as he reaches for the comlink, but his fingers close around it when he does.

His hand keeps shaking as he brings the comlink closer to his face. "Zeb?"

"Someone's down there!" Zeb shouts to someone in the opposite direction of the comlink. "I told you they left somebody behind." Into the comlink this time, Zeb says, "Wait, you… Do I… Never mind, we moved stuff around up here, it's not as stable as it was. Can't stand here talking."

Kallus's chest hurts from the strain this new development is putting on his heart. So much for one last pleasant hallucination. "Don't leave," he rasps into the comlink.

"Don't worry, we'll get you out." Zeb says something slightly outside the comlink's range. Mechanical rumbling starts. "So, uh, we don't have all the best gear for this. Emergency response personnel got drafted early. Just… Can you get up against a wall? We're going to move as much junk off your cell as we can, but the ceiling's gonna come down at some point."

"Alright." Kallus draws a steadying breath. "Thank you, Garazeb."

"You do know me." Zeb's quiet for a beat. "Kallus?"

Kallus smiles, even though the pain of his cracked lips tearing open again. "Yes. I'm moving to the wall now."

"Karabast, we thought you were dead! Have you been here the whole time? Since Atollon?"

"I think so."

Keeping hallucinated Zeb happy isn't really worth the effort of dragging himself over the floor toward a wall. Kallus does it anyway. He's panting by the time he reaches the wall. He can barely find the breath to say, "I'm ready."

"Okay, here we go." Zeb sounds more hopeful than confident.

The mechanical rumbling gets louder. Kallus drags his arms up over his head and wishes he had the energy to cover his ears.

An avalanche of rubble and dirt crashes through the ceiling. Duracrete and metal crash onto Kallus's back and legs. Between the mechanical noise and more construction material falling into his cell, he can't even hear his own scream of pain.

Kallus shuts his eyes against dust and blinding sunlight, but his brain doesn't have the decency to let him sleep again. Instead, he has to lie half crushed under pieces of his prison while the mechanical rumbling retreats. The soil smells like Lothal's plains. He was right about that, at least.

"Damn it, Zeb," Kallus groans. "You said you'd stay." He's lost the comlink, if it was ever real at all.

Footsteps skidding in uneven material tramp around above him. "I see him!" Zeb, again. Good. "Let go, ‘Bine, he's right there, let me—"

"Zeb, if we don't shore up what's left of the walls, the rest of the cell block could collapse on all of us. Give me just a few minutes! Then you can dig through all of that and see if he lived."

"I'm—" Pain lances through Kallus's chest. His interrogators and guards have cracked his ribs often enough that he recognizes the sensation. No matter. "I'm here."

"If you're going down there, then I'm coming too."

Sabine Wren, Kallus assumes, sighs impatiently. "Yeah, okay, but we need to go now. Whoa!"

Zeb's huge feet thud on the rubble pile on the other side of the cell from Kallus. He sets Sabine on her feet next to him, followed by a large crate. "Now how are we supposed to get out?" Sabine groans.

"You'll think of something. Or Hera will let down that ladder you found." Zeb kneels beside Kallus, looking worried. The sun shines through the edges of his fur, outlining him in gold and drifting dust. It makes Kallus smile again.

"Karabast, you're a mess. I knew those junk traders left somebody behind in here, but I'd never have guessed it was you." Zeb moves away to help Sabine with something.

Kallus sighs shallowly. The weight of the rubble on his back stops him from taking as deep a breath as he needs. The view is worse without Zeb here, too. Every sharp ache hurts more without a distraction.

After a lot of grinding metal and duracrete, Zeb reappears in Kallus's field of vision. "We're going to dig you out and get you outta here. I'm, uh." Zeb rubs the back of his neck. His ears sag with embarrassment or sadness, catching the sun behind them again. "Sorry we left you here so long."

Kallus wants to tell him it's alright. He can't get enough air in his lungs to speak. Blackness closes in on him. The rubble on his back shifts and presses directly on a cracked rib.

Pain crashes through him. This time, his brain lets him sleep through whatever happens next.

Part 5

[temnurus]

Wangxian Top Ten Fic Recs

So. I got into MDZS/The Untamed back in February, & I've sort of fallen into a Wangxian black hole from which I am not sure I will ever emerge. Thusly, I've been reading a ton of Wangxian fanfiction lately & have acquired quite a few favorites. Naturally I had to eventually compile a rec list lest I combust with all the barely suppressed love I have for this ship.

Now you lucky people get to reap the benefits of all my hard work because not only have I ranked my top ten, I am also including a bunch of honorable mentions because I'm ridiculous & have no self restraint because I'm such a kind & generous person. Note that the honorable mentions are not ranked & are listed in no particular order.

Fair warning, all of these recs are rated Explicit because I enjoy either a sprinkling or a flood of adult content with my fics. It's far from the focus of many of them, but it's there to varying degrees in each. Also, some of these fics cover some heavy content that may be triggering for some folks, so please do mind the tags & any authors' notes for your own peace of mind.

And with no further adieu, onto the recs!

1. Scars Where They Used to Be by CwythanWind (E, 58,467)

Thoughts: I lost count of how many times I cried in this fic. It was gorgeous in every sense of the word. The characterizations were phenomenal. Wei Ying’s pain was palpable, & the pining was agonizing. Lan Zhan conveying his love through poetry made me sob like a baby twice. The prose was just that beautiful. I can’t recommend this enough. As soon as I finished it I knew it was going to become my favorite Wangxian fic, & nothing has managed to top it yet.

2. Beneath Your Skin by Wrenwolf (E, 147,201)

Thoughts: I was sold on tattoo artist Wei Ying from the word go, haha, but Lan Zhan as an antiques dealer was also surprisingly on point. I go on about characterization a lot in these recs, but I have to tell you that Lan Zhan's here is one of my absolute favorites. I felt like I'd crawled into his skin & was just living there right along with him. And don't get me started on Wei Ying in this fic. I just.. fuck, I cried so much, y'all, & it was incredibly cathartic. Nie Huaisang was my favorite side character in this, & they were an absolute BAMF! You can't go wrong with this one. It's just stunning.

3. Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 72,966)

Thoughts: This fic was full of sentiment: regrets, longing, & so, so nostalgic. The love of art was apparent & beautifully on display here, & it added a richness to the whole thing. I cried several times during this from the empathy I had for both Lan Zhan's & Wei Ying's experiences (can you sense a theme with my favorites making me overly emotional? lol). The tone got heavy in places, but it didn't feel graphic or overwhelming at any point for me. The writing was just fantastic, & I've enjoyed a few more of the author's fics since I read this one.

4. i'm gonna drown when you wake up by teenjiism (E, 51,752)

Thoughts: I related to this fic on several levels because both characters are portrayed as neurodivergent in ways that felt very authentic, & I rarely see it done as well as it was here. I have ADHD, & Wei Ying's headspace felt extremely familiar, ha. Lan Zhan & Wei Ying's friendship was so lovely here, too. I adored their easy intimacy & how they were each other's favorite person before Wei Ying even realized he was in love with Lan Zhan. Oh yes, this is another fantastic oblivious Wei Ying/One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fic. The pining was perfect, & the overall sweetness of their relationship made this a very floaty/happy reading experience for me, personally.

5. Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60,318)

Thoughts: Continuing with the theme of One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again, this was a hilarious & heady fake dating scenario fic. His cluelessness reached new heights in this one, & I about died when he came up with the idea that naturally he & Lan Zhan should practice things like kissing for authenticity's sake. (Oh Wei Ying, you sweet summer child... he kills me; can you tell?) I loved how matter-of-fact Lan Zhan was about the whole thing, too. I laughed a lot during this fic. I even blushed a couple of times, too! Highly enjoyable & a must-read for me.

6. you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132,713)

Thoughts: None of the parents in this fic are doing a good job, but hey, they didn't in canon either, in my not-so-humble opinion. It's not what I focused on in the fic, but the tags certainly amused me. I haven't come across many texting fics in MDZS, so this was a pleasant & welcome surprise. The whole fic wasn't done through texting, but their text exchanges were SO CUTE. Lan Zhan texted exactly how I thought he would in this, & it made me laugh every time. The pining was lovely, & when they finally got to see each other in person again in New York I was glued to my computer until I finished the fic. I adored the tone of this one. It was great & just a really fun read.

7. and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106,435)

Thoughts: This was one of the most original modern AUs I've seen & featured competitive cultivation that had a Hunger Games meets professional figure-skating competition vibe. It was wild, but it made sense when I read it, I promise. The author was very good at fleshing out their world, & I was fascinated by the concept. Wei Ying once again failed to notice Lan Zhan was in love with him, & his confusion over their interactions never failed to entertain me. I never get tired of their dynamic, y'all, & it was just perfect here. I highly recommend this one.

8. Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128,916)

Thoughts: Ever seen So You Think You Can Dance or Strictly Come Dancing? This was basically that but Wangxian! Wei Ying was stunning as a professional dancer being handed a socially awkward, concert violinist Lan Zhan & having to teach him to dance in front of the nation for 12 weeks, & I absolutely loved Lhan Zhan in this. He was precious. The sexual tension during some of the dances was electrifying, & watching them fall in love over the course of the filming of the show was a delight to read.

9. Two Dollar Coffee by marizousbooty (E, 145,286)

Thoughts: I almost fell out of my chair laughing because how do you acquire an accidental sugar daddy?! Well, if you read this fic, you'll find out. One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again! Yeah, it's one of my favorite AO3 tags, so sue me, lol. The sex was obviously one of the highlights, which I am known to enjoy in a fic (don't judge me, Puritans), but it certainly wasn't the only thing that was well written here. I loved everything about this from beginning to end.

10. things that make it warm by yabakuboi (E, 33,327)

Thoughts: This fic hurt my feelings, not gonna lie. I cried ugly tears at the break up, but I've always had a hard time with reconciliation fics. It was very worth it, however. The way the fic covered their relationship growing & changing over time was very compelling, & a highlight of this for me was Wei Ying's relationship with the Wens, particularly A'Yuan. It was very sweet amongst an ocean of angst, haha. I read this in the span of a couple hours. Just couldn't be torn away. If you're a sucker for angst with a happy ending, then you might want to check this one out.

Honorable Mentions

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70,972)

Thoughts: This was so heartwarming I couldn't stop smiling over how adorable it was. Kid fics aren't typically a favorite of mine, but I do enjoy a really good one every now & then. This was one of the best I've read, to be honest. A'Yuan was the sweetest little angel, & he was so cute with Wei Ying spazzing out about every aspect of his care. Lan Zhan being the quiet, responsible source of reason & support was expected but of course always a welcome addition to the mix. Accidental Baby Acquisition isn't a tag I'd seen before, but it's a new favorite when it comes to Wangxian getting to be surprise parents together, haha.

undone (the spreadsheet song) series by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 282,452)

Thoughts: This is a two part series that tells the same story from each love interest’s point of view, a la Rivals by Reiya in the YoI fandom, which is one of my favorites of all time. Similarly, this story is also phenomenally written. I was sucked in immediately & read both fics over the span of like 3 days. I actually read Lan Zhan’s POV fic (the second in the series) in a single day. I was spellbound by the whole thing, couldn’t get enough. I highly recommend this. The characterizations are incredible, & the emotions are so intense I couldn’t help but feel everything right along with each of them as the story progressed.

My only word of caution is that if you have a hard time reading about Wangxian being intimate with people other than each other you might want to skim/skip those sections of the second fic like I had to. The author makes it fairly easy by giving a heads up in the author’s notes at the beginning of each chapter in which that occurs, which I very much appreciated.

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25,470)

Thoughts: This fic started with a very serendipitous first meeting between businessman Lan Zhan & Wei Ying, who he mistook for the (non-sexual) escort he'd hired for the evening. I nearly died of mortification right along with poor Lan Zhan when he figured out his mistake. Him confessing this to Wei Ying was painfully awkward & hurt my heart, but fear not! We all know I can't handle a fic without an eventual happy ending, haha. Watching their instant connection develop into something more was such a treat. I loved this fic quite a lot for it being a quicker read for me.

Multiphonics by androkastia (E, 63,705)

Thoughts: Wei Ying was such a lovable disaster in this (as he often is, bless him). Him & Lan Zhan both being in the orchestra was a fun idea, & I loved the author's choice of the harp for Lan Zhan's instrument. I thought it was very different from the usual violin or cello choice I've seen previously but still suited him perfectly. I also loved his overall characterization, down to his fashion sense being tastefully eclectic when his style is usually portrayed as very stuffy & conservative. I really enjoyed this college/university AU, & I've read quite a few of them at this point. So obviously this one stood out.

No Compasses, No Signs by brooklinegirl (E, 36,041)

Thoughts: Ah, finally! A soulmate fic. A Temnurus rec list really wouldn't be complete without at least one. This was a modern AU, which made it especially fun when their soul bond inexplicably manifested as they literally collided with each other on the sidewalk. It was painful watching them fumble for answers to why they suddenly knew things about each other they had no way of knowing only moments before, but the sweet conclusion made it more than worth the temporary angst.

A Haunting Love by Selenay (E, 64,621)

Thoughts: This was another very unique modern with magic AU, & I was nervous because Wei Ying was a ghost haunting Lan Zhan's new house in the quiet little town he moved to in order to write his next novel. Naturally Lan Zhan became ensnared by the mystery surrounding Wei Ying's departure. This had a very romantic feel to it, intensely poetic in a way that I found very alluring. There were even thriller-esque moments towards the end of the story, so it had a bit of everything, all of it equally satisfying to read.

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360,042)

Thoughts: This was an example of a cool MDZS-specific trope I hadn't seen before, & in it Wei Ying, the infamous Yiling Patriarch, was a cultivator who had achieved immortality (aka, he's OP as fuck but in a fun way). The great sects enlisted his help to win the Sunshot Campaign, & what did he demand in return? Lan Zhan's hand in marriage, of course! It was a fantastic slow burn in which poor Lan Zhan suffered the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. An amazing & complex plot, chock-full of angsty goodness.

a place to hide (can't find one near) by yiqie (E, 76,091)

Thoughts: I'm giving y'all a heads up first thing that this fic pulled no punches when it came to the heavier subject matter covered in the tags & author's note. Some of the descriptions were fairly graphic, so please take care of yourselves when considering this one. That said, it was a powerful portrayal of someone suffering from mental health issues & the long & often complicated journey of healing. This one also happened to contain a love story so beautiful that I was brought to tears several times by Lan Zhan's patient & loving care for his most important person, nevermind all the times I cried at the sad parts! I found the emotional cost of those very much worth the payoff of their happy ending, which is why I just had to include this one.

Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 19,777)

Thoughts: Lan Zhan thought his brother made him an appointment at an acupuncturist & was aghast when he discovered it was for a session with a professional cuddler instead! Enter Wei Ying, gratuitous cuddle therapy, & his usual chaotic charm. Poor Lan Zhan being so overwhelmed while also becoming hopelessly besotted made me laugh, bless his fragile little heart. This was an adorable & light-hearted fic that made me want to go back & reread it almost immediately, haha.

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63,439)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved this. It was pretty CQL (The Untamed) compliant & told the post-canon story of Wei Ying wandering alone as a rogue cultivator after the events of the show. Of course he was pining after his zhiji the entire time, so when he heard gossip that the Chief Cultivator might be married by summer's end it nearly undid him. The angst was excruciating, but at the same time, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fics somehow always manage to be fun at the same time. I've read several post-canon, wandering Wei Ying stories, & this one was particularly good.

[yunjardi]

where the hell is jardi???

tw: self h*rm, su*cide, a bit of graphic description/imagery, things of that nature. by all means, you don't have to read this; i just wanted to be open about why i've been away from writing for nearly a year now

get ready because it's an absolute yap fest

hello, my lovelies

i feel kinda scared to post something like this because i never want to worry anyone or bring the mood down, but i feel like i need to open up in order to fully be able to come back to writing.

this is stuff that i've been struggling with since i was quite young (probably about 10), so i tend to downplay it because i always tell myself that i need to "get over it" or "just be strong" or that i'm pinning these emotions onto myself.

but this past year and a half, it's been a steady decline.

i swore to myself that i would reach out for help if i needed it, but i just couldn't find it in me to do it. i felt weak, pathetic, and scared. i didn't want anyone to see me the way that i see myself. i continued to act normal in order to mask all the negative emotions that i was experiencing, but that only made things more difficult.

it was at that point that i started to hurt myself again after so long.

"what's one cut gonna do?" is what i remember asking myself when i let the blade sink into me.

i felt disappointed at myself for a split second before i felt the "bliss" of emotions being let out as i let myself bleed. i began to remember why i used to do it but simultaneously began to wonder why i stopped in the first place when it felt so relieving.

after that, hurting myself became a regular thought in my head, something that i craved almost. i could feel myself slipping away with every cut i made on my body, but i kept fooling myself into thinking that it would make me feel better. at the back of my mind, i knew it was a temporary solution, but i just couldn't stop.

i felt like i let the few people in my life who care about me down even though they had no idea for the longest time that i had let myself slip back into that horrible habit of that i was struggling in the first place.

i couldn't get my thoughts to stop. i felt like i was being eaten alive by my own brain. i wanted so badly to feel okay again- i didn't even need to feel 'good,' i just wanted to feel okay even if it was just for a short moment.

but i truly saw no end to the war zone that my mind became, and i thought that the only way i could control it is to seize it from being able to happen again.

i remember so vividly how my body felt once i downed an unknown amount of pills: like i was about to reach freedom. i felt a numbness inside me that's indescribable.

i ended up passing out and waking up in a puddle of sweat, still in my bed where i had taken the pills in the first place.

i remember sobbing into my pillow about the fact that i had failed at taking my own life for the fourth time.

feelings of worthlessness turned into anger, and anger turned to numbness. i felt like a shell of myself again, and it was killing me. at that point, i didn't want to feel anything anymore.

just days after the most recent attempt, i tried again.

i couldn't even feel myself swallowing the pills at this point; i had gotten used to the feeling. i passed out again, but when i woke up i was sweating, lightheaded, vomiting, i couldn't stand on my own, i could barely move at all. i was in this condition for days after my attempt, and it only made me feel worse.

i knew that i deserved every bit of pain that i went through because i did it to myself and i'm the only one to blame, but i desperately wanted a way out.

i unfortunately turned back to hurting myself again because i thought that was the only way.

one cut turned into multiple, and i felt pathetic all over again.

i was ashamed of what i let myself become, and i was even more ashamed of the fact that i couldn't even bring myself to ask for help when i so desperately needed it.

i feel relieved having written this, and i can say that i'm beginning to feel a bit better.

yes, i unfortunately still find myself experiencing urges to hurt myself, but i'm getting better at coping and distracting myself. if on the off chance i end up giving in to my urges, i learned to forgive myself, reminding myself that setbacks happen and it isn't the end of the world. i'm navigating through this slowly but surely, and that's all that matters.

if any one of you are experiencing anything like this, please don't be afraid to message me or ask for help. please don't feel like you need to go through this alone.

and for the people who actually read all of this, thank you from the absolute bottom of my heart for taking time out of your day to listen. i love you and i mean that wholeheartedly.

and those of you who've been here since the beginning, i love you too. thank you for sticking with me through everything despite the fact that i haven't posted in ages. it makes me smile knowing that you all are still here.

just in case no one has told you today: you're doing great, and i'm proud of you. <3

love u,

-jardi

[throwmebacktotheabyss]

I just want to fucking die I hate being alive I hate being here every day is a new lost battle I ruined my life two years ago and there's no fixing it no matter what I just keep setting my life on fire over and over I'm in debt I'm in pain I want to kill myself I want to take a rope and go into the woods I want to smash open my dad's gun safe and just finish it already I can't do anything any time I get even a breath of motivation it all blows up in face how futile and useless everything is and the things that give me joy and motivation to live aren't motivating as much anymore and everyday I'm getting more and more okay with the idea of traumatizing whoever finds my corpse I just want it to be over I hurt so much all the time if Im not burning up in anger I'm freezing cold from anxiety and depression and not even laying in the sun or under ten blankets is enough to warm me and some new part of my body hurts everyday why am I always hurting why can't i feel joy why do I have to ban myself from doing things I love until I get a job I've already submitted like 60 applications and heard back from nary a one and all the stats say I need to do over 100-200+ apps to get a fucking job and I can barely manage 8 a week let alone the 25 that experts recommend I'm so useless and stupid and idiotic what part of me thought it was okay to drop out of law school you dumb fucking bitch you're such a fucking idiot now youre in so much debt, you're unemployed, you had to leave the city you've spent so much time in and loved to move back in with your parents and everyday all I feel is exhaustion and trepidation like the world's gonna somehow fall apart anymore than it already is and I'm trying so hard to lose weight in a healthy way and it's just not working like I need it to so I'm also a fat bitch who can't fit into her clothes anymore and at this point I just want to do cocaine until I'm at the weight I want I just want to die I just want to die I just want to die I have so many dreams but they're so fucking unattainable and it sucks bc they're not even crazy I just want my own house and a family and a garden and I want to fly airplanes for a living and like that's not even crazy yet why does it feel like I'm asking for the world what's the point of all this people keep saying like oh look at all these small beautiful things that make life worth it and they just don't for me everything is just annoying and burdensome and I just crave the silence and peace of death I just want to be gone I don't want to be here anymore with this faulty body and this world that hurts me and and a brain that wants to kill me and torments me everyday with nightmares and horrible intrusive thoughts and visions I just want it to be over I just want it over with why do I have to be here why did whatever greater being choose to live here and make me live and I can't even feel anything but guilty about it bc I have such a charmed life in comparison to everyone else and yet all I want to do is slam my head into the wall until i bleed and let a rope strangle the air from my body and just go to sleep and never wake up I just want to kill myself the knife doesn't work as good anymore I can never bleed enough I want to expose my muscle and scar myself why can't I have someone who will help carve into me I just want the pain to end I just want to die I just want to die I just want to die I just want to die

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 21

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier, @vine-enthusiast, @afraidofshrimp, @myfturn, @im-better-than-your-newborn, , @mjaudrey, @igotthisasajokeyetimstillhere, @starr60, @coldmermaidhologram, @daenerysluvrr, @viperchick47, @marvelwomen-arehot, @mynightandstars

So, recently this fic hasn't had much interaction, and I'm not sure why. One of you told me that it can be buggy and hard to reach, so I'm sorry abt that but if you ever wonder abt updates, I'm gonna start up dating every saturday. Just go to my masterlist, then to the afd masterlist and to the new chapter. Hopefully you're all able to find it now. This will be the last time I post the masterlist because it hasn't been working well.

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Your migraine and your recent suffocation seemed to get along great (unfortunately for your head). 

Your breathing was labored, your throat was aching and scratchy, and you were struggling to speak.

Overall, a great time.

You struggled to sit up against the cool cement ball behind you, head spinning as you did so. Finally managing to get your back to the wall, you tried to prop yourself up using it, slowly rising to your feet. You were disoriented, barely managing to keep your balance even with the wall supporting you. Your brain didn't seem to want to remember what had happened to lead to you waking up on the floor in pain but you forced yourself to remember. 

The voice over the intercom, the lights going out, and someone pulling you away from your friends and suffocating you. Your entire body trembled at the memory of being so helpless while you were taken away from the people you cared about. 

Now wasn't the time to think about that though, there were people talking in this room, you could hear them faintly. 

You tried to say something, opening your mouth and hardly a noise leaving it. You began to panic, why couldn't you speak? You tried to clear your throat, the action only inciting more pain in the abused area. 

You licked your lips, trying again. 

Barely a whisper came out.

You took that as progress, trying again, this time your words coming out in a soft rasp. 

"I-" you faltered, struggling to say the rest of the words. "I'm over here."

The voices stopped. 

Rapid footsteps approached you, a lot of them. You could see them: Thor, Steve, Wanda, Bucky, and Clint, but the light from the glowing cells didn't reach you. 

"(y/n), where are you?" Steve's voice was bordering on frantic. "(y/n)?"

"Here," you managed to force out the single word slightly easier than before. 

Bucky was the first to find you, being more familiar with the room than the rest of the group. He had followed your voice, getting close enough to hear your labored breathing. 

You could see the outline of his body and the faintest glint of light off his metal arm. You reached out, your fingers brushing the metal. 

He stiffened. "She's over here."

"Are you okay?" Bucky asked. 

You managed a raspy, "yes," barely managing to stay standing. 

Bucky steeled himself, seeing how you struggled to stand upright, knowing you'd need someone to brace yourself as you moved. He wasn't great with people touching him, too used to the abuse that physical interaction was with Hydra.

Wanda found the two of you, deathly concerned for you. "(y/n), could I wrap an arm around you? We should get out of here."

You wanted to say that you could walk by yourself, but you were at the point that even you could admit that you needed help. "Yeah, go ahead."

Wanda felt her heart squeeze at your voice, but grabbed your arm, setting it over her shoulder while she wrapped an arm around your torso.

With Wanda's body supporting your own, you managed to hobble out of the shadows, the rest of them returning to the entrance of the room once they saw you. 

Your legs were fine but your head was pounding almost as bad as it was when you'd first gotten the concussion. You were worried that if Wanda let go of you you would just crumple to the floor. Your head was bothering you so much that you missed the unconscious assassins on the floor until Thor began picking them up like sacks of flour.

For a moment you thought they were dead, but you saw the rise and fall of their chests after a moment. They weren't the only people you missed in your dazed state. 

Your eyes went round when they landed on Scott and Sam who were flanking Zemo, the man in between them in restraints. He looked up as you emerged from the shadows with Wanda, feeling ashamed when he saw the state you were in.

"I apologize, (y/n)(l/n)."

"Don't speak to her." Wanda's eyes glowed red, like the warning light of an alarm. 

She escorted you back to the entrance of the bunker, Thor following behind the two of you, ready to drop everything in case you needed extra help to walk (quite literally, he was ready to drop the four assassins stacked in his arms if you needed help).

As of that day hadn’t been bad enough already, somebody was waiting outside the entrance as the three of you exited the bunker.

You cursed in your head, remembering what was supposed to happen in this part of the movie. 

T'Challa was supposed to find out that Bucky hadn't been the one to bomb the building that resulted in his father's death, but with your plot-changes, you had arrived before he did and he didn't know. 

He was here for Bucky.

"Your majesty," you greeted, voice still fucked up, too soft for this situation. "There's something you need to know-"

You stopped, hearing the footsteps behind you and the way T'Challa had tensed. You turned around, seeing the rest of the group, both Steve and Bucky carrying an unconscious assassin. 

Steve saw the king, looking in between his best friend and the man that wanted to kill him. "Bucky didn't set off the bomb, your majesty. It wasn't him."

T'Challa took his word with a grain of salt, knowing the extent to which he had already gone to protect his best friend and figuring that Steve would say just about anything to protect Bucky. 

Too blinded by his own rage, T'Challa attacked, almost managing to slip past Steve to get to his true target. Steve dropped the person in his arms, stepping around them quickly and pulling T'Challa back before putting himself between the vengeful king and the tortured veteran. 

Steve was fighting T'Challa, but he was fighting and losing. 

His shield was still on his back and T'Challa wasn't allowing any time for him to grab it. Without the vibranium barrier, he was stuck with evading T'Challa's claws, no time to land his own punches on the man.

T'Challa was ferocious, driven by vengeful rage, but still fighting with the finesse you had seen in the movies. He didn't allow his emotions to cloud his mind because although he currently had the upper hand, he knew that the man he was fighting could overpower him if he got sloppy. 

You watched in horror as Bucky joined the fight, knowing just how powerful T'Challa's determination was. 

T'Challa's hand swiped at Bucky's throat, claws grazing his neck just barely, a line of red appearing as a shallow cut formed.  

"Stop! Please!" You were desperate.

This couldn't be what happened.

"STOP FUCKING FIGHTING!! SERGEANT BARNES DIDN'T SET OFF THE EXPLOSION!" You were fed up. You did not go through an explosion, days on your feet with a concussion, and getting suffocated just for this shit to happen. "I WAS THERE, REMEMBER?? I JUMED IN FRONT OF YOUR FATHER! IT WASN'T SERGEANT BARNES!!"

Deafened by his own grief and anger, T'Challa continued fighting. 

He saw it.

Bucky staggered, the snow messing up his movement. He managed to catch himself almost instantly, but T'Challa had already reached out, claws striking out like a knife. 

"I SAID TO FUCKING STOP!" You jumped in the way before it could happen, unwilling to let James Buchanan Barnes die over a stupid misunderstanding. 

T'Challa's eyes went wide when he realized what was happening, but his claws plunged into your skin before he could stop. He pulled back, but it was too late. 

You looked down dazedly. "What the fuck."

And you passed out.

~~

Wanda's voice was high with worry. "(y/n)! (y/n)!" She ran to you, stumbling in the snow and cursing the world.

"LADY (Y/N)!" Thor bellowed, rushing to you.

Bucky caught you.

You had shielded him, jumped in front of him, and took fucking knives for him.

Why?

The fight stopped, Steve running to you while Clint did the same and Sam started the quinjet so that they could get you out of there and to medical attention as fast as possible.

Steve's heart almost stopped. 

There was so much blood.

You had been stabbed mostly in the arm, but also on the side of your torso. Two of his claws had punctured scarily deep into your arm, one had just barely grazed your arm, while the other had went deep into your side. 

Steve took you from Bucky, cradling you in his arms while he sprinted to the quinjet. The rest of the team followed him, T'Challa watching regretfully. He had never meant to hurt you. He just needed Barnes to pay for what he'd done. But not you. You were the reason his father survived the explosion.

Half of him was urging him to run after Barnes, to get him and make him feel the pain T'Challa had felt when his father had been hurt. He had to stop himself, recalling what you'd yelled to make them stop fighting. Sure, you could've just been saying anything to get them to stop fighting, but he didn't think you were lying. After all, you were also injured in the explosion, and if Barnes was the man behind it, that meant you had just risked your life for the man.

~~

Since the moment Bucky had seen you, you had instilled nothing but confusion within him. Who were you? Why were you so welcoming to him? Why were you so eager to help? 

But at the moment, one question prevailed. 

Why had you saved his life at the risk of your own?

Everything had been a blur during the fight, but he had immediately known what was going to happen the moment he stumbled in the snow. Sure, it had only slowed him down slightly, but he knew that that second would mean his death.

And while that should've scared him, he could only remember all the lives he'd taken. All the pain caused at his hands and the decades of torture he'd endured and the nightmares that made sleeping more than impossible. 

After all the blood he spilled, he couldn't help but think that maybe it was a fitting way to die. 

Violently, painfully--just the way he'd hurt so many others. 

He thought that maybe he deserved it. 

But instead of those claws plunging into his body, they went into yours. 

You, the person he barely knew, the one he'd only just met. 

Young, happy, with people who cared about you. He didn't know you well---he hardly knew you at all---but even he could see how much you cared about the people you surrounded yourself with. 

So, yeah, maybe he did deserve to die in the way he'd killed so many others, but he knew you didn't deserve that fate.

~~

"Tony-"

"What are you doing calling me? You've made it pretty clear-"

"For once in your life, shut the fuck up!" Steve was fed-up and worried. He had just lost Peggy, he didn't want to lose another person he cared about. "(y/n)'s hurt."

"She's hurt?" Tony instantly went serious. "How bad?"

"It doesn't look good," Steve was unsteady, hardly believing what was happening. "We're trying to get to a hospital but there's none anywhere nearby."

~~

Tony hadn't had a good day in a while. 

With the Accords announced and the problems that arose with that---with Steve---a rift had formed between the team. Not to mention how Steve's friend had bombed the signing of the Accords, only for it turn out that he had most likely been framed. And last, but most definitely not least, the leaking of the Accords had caused even more of a shitstorm. 

Seeing some of the things that had been exposed, Tony was almost relieved. With the outrage the public was showing towards the Accords and the proof of the unethical aspects of it, all the governments behind the Accords were going to have to reevaluate their stance on it and figure out if they were worth the risk of uprising in their countries. 

The Avengers had saved too many lives, inspired too many people, for those very people to allow their heroes to be treated like war criminals. That said, there were of course the people who still supported the Accords, but the number of those people were shrinking the more information was uncovered. 

With the last week full of enough shit to fill up every Porta-Potty on the planet, Tony really shouldn't have been surprised that it would only get worse.

You were hurt.

And from the sound of Steve's voice, you were hurt bad. 

Was it not enough that he had to deal with the fear and worry when you'd been caught in the explosion? This time, you weren't even with him. He couldn't help you at all. You were in pain and possibly dying and he was stuck waiting in his private jet for his phone to track Steve's so that he could figure out where you were. 

Once his phone had pinpointed Steve's location, he instructed F.R.I.D.A.Y. to follow them until they caught up. But even going as fast as they were, he knew he wouldn't catch them for at least two hours. 

"Tony, what happened?" Natasha was pretty sure she knew exactly what had happened, but she didn't want her suspicions to be true. 

Peter already knew. 

With his enhanced senses, he'd heard exactly what had been said on the phone. 

You were hurt.

And he was useless to help you. 

~~

Thor looked up at Steve's words.

You were lain out on the floor, Wanda and Clint trying to stop your bleeding. You'd already lost a lot of blood, if they didn't get real medical help soon, he knew you wouldn't survive. If Steve was right and there weren't any hospitals nearby, you were doomed to death. After all, you were only human. If you had been a god you would- 

Thor's eyes lit up, knowing exactly how to help you. 

"I must take Lady (y/n)." Thor spoke, everyone looking to him. "I can get her help better than any human could provide." He was already moving to you, both Wanda and Clint hesitant to let him take you but too worried about what would happen to you if he didn't. 

"What are you going to do?" Steve asked. 

"Take her to Asgard."

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #462

For the last few days, I've been going to bed relatively on time, and I gotta say... I've been waking up feeling pretty good.

...So... remember when I said I'd show you when I finally mange to defeat the Extreme Measures version of Hades?

Well!!! Wait no longer!!! Here!!!

Physical therapy was at 2:30pm today, and since I went to bed at 11pm-ish, I woke up at around 7am, which meant I had plenty of morning to do whatever with; it was lovely.

The time to go to PT did eventually roll around, though, so off I went! When I got there, K spoke excitedly about the teas I had put in the gift bag for him; there were several that he hadn't tried before, and this seemed to make him very happy. Also, as part of the bag of gifts I gave him, I had folded 8 paper cranes, each one with a wholesome wish written inside. I was very pleased to discover that K had set up the 8 paper cranes I made for him on a shelf in the room he works in, and they looked really nice sitting there together.

...I'm really glad to have had an opportunity to practice folding cranes again. In about 40 days (when the number of letters I've written is 500), I'm going to start folding two cranes per day. I didn't show you the ones I made for K because I want the paper to be a surprise. Each one is going to have a different wholesome wish inside; I've already listed 250 of them, and coming up with 750 more is going to be very easy, because I'm already so full of of good wishes for you that the hard part is gonna be choosing which of them to include.

...I'm not really sure what I'm gonna do with 1000 paper cranes. Or with 1000 letters. A weird parade of paper, I guess. But... I suppose we're gonna find out. Sen no yume watare, after all:

…

...I hope you've gone and engraved some of the lyrics I've sent you up until this point upon your heart.

In any case. K did lots of work on my leg today, some of which was painful, but not nearly as unpleasant as getting long needles stuffed into locked-up muscles. So... with that as my basis for comparison (ahahaha...), enduring today's stuff was, in the words of a popular YouTube celebrity: “super easy; barely even an inconvenience.”

A strength test demonstrated that the muscles responsible for turning the ankle on my left foot are very weak, but after mobilizing the surrounding joints and the other muscles attached nearby (interestingly, the ones in my left foot, too), a non-trivial amount of my strength returned to my ankle after years and years of not really having any. So that was pretty rad! Hopefully walking will be even easier in the coming days!

I was given a couple of exercises to help maintain that strength – one involves ankle rotations, and the other involves activating my hamstrings near my sit bones. So I guess we'll see the results of that. K has, so far, not steered me wrong, so you can bet your cute little tush that I'm gonna be super diligent about doing my physical therapy homework.

I decided to get additional cronchy potato after physical therapy. And a bratwurst, too! Behold!

I went home after that and was mostly non-productive. I had intended to play some Valheim (I think you'd like that one a lot, actually), but I got sucked into derping around on the internet, and now it's almost 9:30pm, and I have to be in bed at 11pm so that I'm not a zombie at work tomorrow, and I know myself well enough by now to understand that if I start playing Valheim now, I'm not gonna wanna stop until stupid o'clock in the morning, which would be very bad. Best not to tempt fate; I'm not sure how much self-control I have at my disposal right now.

...I do have plenty of time for a few Hades runs, though. So maybe I'll do that. Or maybe... maybe I'll just deliberately try to be unbusy for a while – no internet, no activity, no stimulation. Just... sitting for a while in a quiet space with my brain. Maybe near the toasty fireplace, because it's kinda cold outside again. Hm.

...I wish you could sit with me in the warm, quiet place, with soft surfaces and comforting blankets and no expectations or obligations. Just a calm, safe time to breathe and to rest.

...Maybe if I imagine it with enough effort, somehow, you'll feel it, too. Somehow...

…

I suppose that's all for my random musings today; thank you, as always, for listening. I wish you knew just how much I adore and appreciate you.

...I really wish you knew.

I love you so much, so try really hard to be safe while you're out and about out there, wherever you are, okay? Make good choices. Take nice care of yourself and the people around you. Those who love you are counting on you to treat yourself like a good friend should.

I'll write again soon, I promise.

Your friend, Lumine

[unnervinglyferal]

Speaking as someone who was born so premature I almost died, and had to live in an incubator in the hospital for a while as a result, I have some important info for you.

If your daughter was in hospital without either of you holding her for any length of time, she could have something that looks like abandonment issues, both now and when she gets older (you telling about how much she wants to be held made me think of myself). This isn’t because you or your gf have done anything wrong, or because there's something the matter with your daughter, it's just what happens when a newborn is kept apart from their parents for any length of time. What I remember specifically was being a *really*, like abnormally clingy kid, not wanting to be put down or left anyplace by myself for any length of time and crying my eyes out inconsolably if I was, and having a lot of difficulty sleeping by myself a long time after the age when most kids start to do that naturally (I shared a bed with my kid sister until I was 13, not because she needed the reassurance of having someone there but because I did).

I distinctly remember feeling absolutely, life-endingly *terrified* of something I couldn't explain whenever I was left alone or put to bed by myself as a kid, and not knowing what it was or how to ask for help with it. Looking back, what I was experiencing was an emotional/body-based flashback to being in the hospital without my parents, which my tiny body and brain experienced at the time as a life-threateningly traumatic abandonment.

What I needed from my parents as a kid was an understanding of what I was experiencing, and appropriate reassurance based in that understanding when I would cry inconsolably at being left alone or not wanting to be put to bed by myself. I used to come downstairs at night panicking about something I couldn't explain (I was subconsciously afraid I'd go downstairs and there would be nobody there. I still have nightmares, even now at 28, where I wake up in the morning one day and everyone has vanished from the world except me).

What I *got* from my parents ironically just made my abandonment issues worse; they either yelled at me or ignored me when I asked for hugs or general affection, and on one occasion just left me to cry for hours until I puked, presumably out of frustration that I wasn't acting like a normal kid and they somehow thought *more* pain on top of what I was already experiencing would snap me out of it. It pretty much did the opposite, and I'm now a messed-up adult in therapy with barely any relationship with my remaining parent and a laundry list of issues to do with sleep, safety, and relating to other people.

All I needed was consistent love, hugs, and patient reassurance with me for being a kid experiencing the world for the first time and not knowing what I was feeling, how to explain it, or how to stop it hurting. Just some understanding and reassurance, gentle guidance, unconditional love, and plenty of hugs when I wanted or needed them would've done a *huge* amount for healing the abandonment issues I have and helping me be happier and more functional as an adult.

It's too late for me to fix most of my shit, but it’s NOT too late for your daughter, especially since you guys are already making up for her time away from you by holding her a lot now etc. You're gonna be a great dad, and your gf is gonna be a great mum; you've got this dude.

Oh thank G-d I was already worried that I'm going to do something wrong by being too clingy to the baby myself. Thanks for telling me about this, we've got to look up about this more. And I'm taking this as a permission to absolutely refuse to put her down. I'm clinging.

My girlfriend's taking a break, she's letting me have the baby for myself for a while. Probably at least until it's feeding time again.

[musicalpancakes77]

Extremely interested in Ghost AU (the title so nice you say it twice lmao)

Hi Indigo!! omg the ghost au... god I haven't thought about it in so long, but as soon as you asked this and i saw it this morning I did indeed have so many thoughts about it 🥰 Thank you for asking!! This is gonna be slightly long I'm so sorry but stick with me LMAO

So the Ghost AU is a rather generic AU based off the peanut gallery from the movie Stardust- you know, the 2007 hit movie Stardust?? Surely we all know the one- but I say generic because I'm pretty sure at least half of the Ace Attorney fandom has individually, on their own time, went "Hey, what if Phoenix could see ghosts??" so like. It's really not THAT unique LMAO

But that's kinda what it is when you boil it down: an AU where Mia dies, befriends Greg in the "ghost world", and together the two of them have fun peanut gallery moments over the course of the OG trilogy. This is all possible by the magatama that Phoenix carries around of course; at first it's just their hushed voices, maybe a cold touch, but it develops into something more. By the time Phoenix starts cases from game 3 he begins to develop a more literal Sight for the deceased- I don't think the magatama cares who is using it, it doesn't discriminate, hell if Miles had it on him for long enough I'm sure he would have developed an ability to see them too. But in this AU it's just Phoenix dealing with joyful heckling from two more experienced (albeit dead) lawyers, Maya who complains it's so unfair that she's the spirit medium but she can't see them, Miles who would never believe this if you told him, and Pearls who is so happy to just be here LMAO

I never wrote more than about 7 pages in my document for this one- I barely got past the end of Turnabout Sisters 😭 I do still love the idea; if I were to ever come back to it I think I'd write it on a smaller scale than what my brain typically tries to achieve with fanfic (cough slowburn 100k stories COUGH) and I'd put a heavier importance on dealing with grief between all the comedic heckling 🤔

This is already one of my longer posts, but since you asked so kindly I can even provide a snippet or two, since I haven't talked about this AU in so long and there is an unfortunate chance it may never see the light of day again,,,

She wakes up to adrenaline, buzzing through her veins, with breaths that shouldn’t be choking in lungs that don’t exist. Her mind screams that there’s supposed to be pain- a single, blooming, unbearable pain in her temple- but miraculously, there is none. It’s just her, sitting in the dark, feeling like she’s having an out-of-body experience as her mind reels and reels over why she thought she was in pain, what she remembers, why she remembers being scared.  It takes a few moments of hushed breathing for it to hit her.  A hallowed clock, a wiretap, and a snake. 

“I would ask how she can watch that episode for the seventh time in a row, but that would be redundant since I know for a fact that Miles has watched it at least twenty times.”  Mia raises an eyebrow while Mr. Edgeworth hovers over the Wright & Co. office couch. Miles Edgeworth? Watching the Steel Samurai? At the same interest level or more than her literally obsessed younger sister, Maya?  “Miles Edgeworth, your son, the Demon Prosecutor? Watching the acclaimed children's show The Steel Samurai? I’d sooner think he’d die than watch a show like that.”  “Objection, Miles would rather die than admit to watching a show like that.”  Mia sits on the statement. “... You’re fucking with me.”  Maybe it’s the bluntness, maybe it’s the uncharacteristic use of language, but Mr. Edgeworth laughs to the point his hand meets his chest. Mia can’t help but giggle herself. Miles Edgeworth likes the Steel Samurai, who would have known. 

That's about it; thank you again for asking!! It was a joy to explain <3

[tbnrpotato]

Our Own Choices

Chapter 6

Everything's blurry when I wake up. I see bright lights shining onto me, and when I turn my head to the left I see some medical droids scanning me. I try to move, but my body won't listen. I'm panicking.

Why won't my body move?

The only thing that I can move right now is my head, and that hurts about as much as the rest of my body. I look around the medbay, there's no one else here.

Echo...

I see Rex walk into the medbay, and he takes a seat beside the bed I'm in, and he grabs my hand. He doesn't make eye contact with me. 

He looks worried. Did I make him angry? 

I look up at him. "...Dad?" My voice is shaky, it's just slightly louder than a whisper.

"Hey ad'ika." Rex looks up at me. "You had me worried over there."

Please don't give me a lecture, I don't think my brain can handle this shit right now.

I think Rex can read my thoughts, because he gives me a tired smile. "I'm just glad that you're safe, kid."

"Why can't I move?" I try to move again, but it's not working. I'm not going to be like this forever, right? This is gonna go away...right?

Rex sighs. "You took a pretty bad hit back there at the Citadel, it's a miracle that you're still alive. You have some bruising on your spine that's causing temporary paralysis, according to the medical droid over there, but it'll go away eventually."

He forgot to add the "I think" at the end of the sentence.

"Where's Echo?"

Rex sighs again. "Kid...Echo's gone."

I try to raise my head up from the bed, but a sharp pain shoots through my skull and I wince, resting my head back onto the bed. Rex gives me a slightly concerned look.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU GO BACK FOR HIM?!" I raise my voice as loud as I can, which isn't very loud.

Rex looks down. "Kid, we couldn't go back for him, there was no chance of saving him."

"THEN WHY DID YOU SAVE ME? WHY ME AND NOT HIM?!"

"Kid-"

"HE'S THE ARC TROOPER NOT ME! HE'S MORE VALUABLE, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HIM?!"

"Kid, we couldn't find his body. He's completely gone."

I rest my head back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "How long was I out for?"

"4 days," Rex replies, his grip on my hand is still tight. "Medical droid's been taking out shrapnel from your body, they're almost done, but they're gonna remove the last bits in a while, okay?"

I nod. "Where's my armor?"

"It's in the barracks, don't worry about it."

"My knife?"

"You lost it during the blast, we'll get you a new one once you're healed, don't worry about it."

I fall silent, and Rex and I just stay there for a while, until Rex stands up. "They're gonna take the last bits of shrapnel outta you, I'll come back in a bit when they're done, alright ad'ika?"

I nod, smiling slightly.

"Be careful with her," Rex says to the medical droid, before leaving the medbay.

The medical droid gives me the anesthesia to knock me out before the surgery, and it feels like only seconds after that I wake up.

 For the next few months, I'm forced to stay in the medbay. Rex visits me at least once a day, if he's on a mission he usually gives me a transmission. Sometimes Fives comes along with Rex, and they both tell me stories about their missions, and the exciting stuff that happened. 

Fives also made it to the top 5000 players in Legendary rank in Call of Duty, and now I'm at a lower rank than him, which is definitely not something I like.

I can barely move my body, but I can move my fingers slightly. 

Fives and Rex are always telling me that I'll recover soon, but I've been starting to lose hope. It's already been a few months, and I almost no better than I was when I arrived at the medbay.

It's so boring in the daytime, I have nothing to do, so I just stare at the ceiling, thinking of storylines, I've made up quite a few. There's this one where I crossed over this world and Ninjago and the movie Pacific Rim, where General Skywalker and Commander Tano piloted one of the giant robots called Jaegers along with my original character and some of the other people from Ninjago that Rex told me about. I even made up names for the Jaegers. Titan Grave, Striker Phoenix, Dark Interceptor, and Challenger Rex (Named after you know who). I even made up a name for the story, it's called Cancelling the Apocalypse.

Sometimes I think about what it would be like if Echo survived, but I try not to think about it too much. Would he be in my situation, paralyzed like me? It would be nice to have someone to talk to in the medbay.

The nights aren't any more enjoyable than the day. I always get nightmares of the explosion, and I keep waking up in the middle of the night, sweating. Rex seems to have noticed this, and he says that I have dark circles under my eyes, and he always asks if I get enough sleep at night.

One time, Rex and Fives came back from a battle on Umbara, and they told me about this Jedi General who was making men die on purpose, and how they killed the Jedi. 

Rex and Fives stay with me through the night.  As usual, I wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, breathing heavily. Unfortunately, Rex and Fives aren't heavy sleepers, and the moment they hear me wake up, they do the same.

Rex squeezes my hand gently. "You're okay kid, it's just a nightmare." I nod, still sweating, squeezing his hand back with the limited movement of my fingers.

A few weeks pass, and I've been able to move my limbs slightly, and I can turn my body now. I can sit up shakily in my bed, sometimes being able to slowly type out my stories on a holo-pad that Fives gave me, it takes me about a few hours to write a chapter. I tried playing Call of Duty ranked once, but my fingers can't move fast, and my team lost.

I've been discharged out of the medbay, and I'm in a wheelchair, I can't walk. Rex says that I've visibly grown thinner, I have no appetite. I don't really wear my armor anymore, I'm mostly just wearing my hoodie.

Rex has been trying to get me to walk again, but it's not working. I've managed to take a few shaky steps, and that's with my arms supporting me. My arms aren't doing any better either, I've lost so much muscle, I can barely support my own weight with them.

I keep asking Rex whether I can get back to physical training, but he keeps saying that I gotta recover fully first, which is annoying as hell.

A few more weeks pass, every day Rex or Fives or sometimes even Commander Tano try and help me to walk again, but every time, after a few steps, I fall to the ground, shaking.

I don't wear my helmet around her anymore, I trust her enough to not snitch. Not that Rex even allows me to wear my helmet anyways.

Rex comes back from Onderon in a few days, and as usual, he brings me to the training area and lets me use the wall to support myself and try to walk.

"What's the point of this?" I ask Rex as he extends a hand to help me stand. 

"Ad'ika..."

I stare blankly ahead, as usual. "We've been doing this for weeks, and I can barely take a few steps without collapsing. Not to mention, I can barely hold a gun steady, and ECHO'S GONE."

"Kid...just trust me on this, okay?"

I roll my eyes and grab his hand, helping myself up and leaning against the wall. My legs are shaking, but at least they've been shaking less for the past few days.

 If you wanna get back to the field, you better fucking be able to walk, how else are we gonna avenge Echo?

I think about this every time I try to walk. I feel the urge to kick clanker ass, I wanna make them pay for what they did to Echo. 

I manage to take the first few steps with one hand against the wall, supporting myself, like usual, and then now comes the part where my foot doesn't wanna move forward and I start feeling the resistance, it's less than usual today.

I see Rex staring at me from the side. I take a few deep breaths. 

Just get this over and done with...

I take a shaky step, closing my eyes and trying to relax. I can almost see the explosion that killed Echo and made me like this, I clench my fist, shutting my eyes tighter.

I take another shaky step, and take my hand off the wall. My legs are shaking more. 

Fuck my legs bro.

I force myself to take a few more steps, it feels like my legs are gonna give way soon, I lean against the wall, I can feel sweat running down my forehead.

I clench my fist again, and force myself to release my grip on the wall and take a few more steps. They feel lighter than the first few, and it's getting easier now, still slightly shaky.

I glance at Rex, he nods at me, and I take a few more steps, less shaky now. I speed up my steps, they're getting easier and easier, and soon I'm running around the place, feeling the wind in my hair, laughing for the first time in months.

And then I run over to Rex and hug him, and he's slightly startled and pats me on the back awkwardly, before hugging me back after a few moments.

"Thanks dad," I bury my head into his shoulder.

"Your welcome, ad'ika."

I can feel him smiling, and he hugs me tighter.

[gen0c1de]

I got my first tattoo!

A longer post about the details of my experience and whatnot. Hopefully a bit of a stress/anxiety relief for those who are getting their first tattoo and want some form of reassurance. <3

I'm 19 years old, and in the state of Michigan in the US, idk what tattoo laws are anywhere else, but when you turn 18 years old, you're considered a "legal adult" although you can't legally purchase nicotine or tobacco nor can you purchase or drink anything alcoholic. Can't go into a casino or even rent a vehicle. But I digress.

The tattoo I got is in memory of my father who passed away July 12th, 2017. Just a few minutes shy of my 13th birthday... so that was fun to wake up to. He had an all black tribal armband tattoo around his left upper-arm, which was his dominant arm, and it wasn't finished because it hurt him too much to finish the underarm part.

I was gonna get his tattoo or something close to it on my left upper-arm, but I have an implant where the tattoo would be so I chose to have it mirrored and put on my upper right arm, my dominant arm.

I was nervous as fuck and I was low on iron at the time so I was twitching like hell, so that didn't help calm my nerves or anxiety about it getting messed up. The outline didn't hurt and he did the underside of my arm first because that part is a bitch to do last cause of how sensitive the area already is. So adding on it being tender from doing an outline would've made the ordeal WAY worse. I likely wouldn't have been able to get it finished so it would have been unfinished like my dads was lmfao.

The filling part of the process was decent in the beginning, it only really hurt when he would have to go over the same spot multiple times to get it filled, much like when you color in a book or on paper, you have to go over the same area a few times to make sure its all even and complete. So when he reached the back of my arm it was more painful because it had an hour untouched, so the newly sore areas were being abused again.

It wasn't as painful as I had expected though, I'm a bit of a cry baby when my body actually LETS me cry and I surprisingly didn't cry, so the anxiety of me crying and embarrassing myself went away after a while. I did flinch a time or two and I apologized a lot throughout because I wanna be a good client and I don't want the artists to have a bad impression of me so when I go and get another tattoo they won't be annoyed that they have to deal with me.

The artist was super cool and talked to me every now and again and let me rest my arm when I had to have it above my head so he could do the underside. He said if I needed a break to let him know and complimented me on how I barely reacted in the beginning and how, although I was shaking from adrenaline, my right arm was perfectly still for him. He did grab, pull, and stretch my skin some and I had a large bruise but it didn't hurt, just looked weird for a few days.

When it was peeling it was SO HARD to not pick at the skin... I ended up picking some off and so there's a couple little places that are discolored, but if I make an appointment to get it touched up within the next 3 months then the touch up is completely free, so that's a plus! I'll make sure not to pull at the skin when I get it touched up...

Also, it's at the itchy stage. It's so hard not to scratch it... so if anyone has any tips or pointers on what to do, that would be great... cause I can not ignore it... I have ADHD. If it bothers me, I will focus on it and won't be able to distract myself. If I do manage to forget about it, my brain will suddenly be like: "Yo, remember how itchy it is? Wonder if it still itches like a motherfucker." and then the cycle repeats.

My dad's tattoo

My tattoo!

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : college!ex-boyfriend!Han Jisung x F!Reader TW : MORE angst ; jealous Jisung ; fluffy ending though ; kind of suggestive ; Word Count : 1.2k Request : Anonny : OMG COLLEGE JISUNG WAS PAINFUL! You did such a great job with that one line he said outside the party. If requests are open, can I request an update on what happened during that week or after graduation? Nothing to be written out. I'm just so curious to know what happened to them! A/N : I know you said it doesn't have to be written out but I'm gonna write it out because my brain has way more to say than just a couple sentences!! I hope you enjoy!!

Roommates. It was weird for him. After 4 years of being so close to you, he had been bumped down to nothing but a roommate, and not even a roommate that you enjoyed living with. You avoided him at every turn, you didn’t talk to him, you didn’t even look at him.

Mornings where he’d wake up beside you, nuzzling his face into your neck as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, tired giggles filling the room as you unsuccessfully tried to move away from him… they were gone. He missed you, he missed every single moment that he used to share with you.

Soft kitchen kisses when you’d both stand in the kitchen making breakfast, your eyes barely opened as you almost burnt the pancakes and bacon. Quiet yawns as his arms held onto you, your body leaning back against him as you almost fell asleep in the comfort of his hold.

He had been demoted to the couch, and while he found some sort of bittersweet happiness in the scent of you that clung to the cushions, it wasn’t you. The sofa was cold without you beside him, he could barely even sleep, his eyes refusing to close completely knowing that you were there, you were so close but so far away. He hated it, he hated that he had caused this, and he feared that there was no way to go back.

3 days until graduation and you were going out more often, something that Jisung wasn’t used to happening. It almost felt like you were doing it just to escape him. You didn’t like leaving the house, and it’s not like you were going shopping, you would always come back empty handed with the biggest smile on your face.

It was a smile that he was familiar with, the same kind of smile you’d wear whenever you’d go on dates together, whenever you’d so much as see him on campus. You were happy to see him… And now it seemed like you were happy to be seeing someone else.

His phone went crazy with notifications about the parties that were happening every single night almost, leading up to graduation. He ignored all of them. Parties weren’t his thing… not anymore. The thought of being surrounded by so many people made his skin crawl, being surrounded by the people that he had tried so hard to impress… And he still couldn’t figure out for himself why their thoughts mattered so damn much.

Friends… If they were really his friends they would have respected you… No… They weren’t his friends, they just liked having him around. He was the life of the party somehow, and even that didn’t make sense to him. He hated being around so many people… Why did he do it? What was so important about being popular? He wouldn’t know these people once these next 3 days are over. The only person he wanted to take with him once college was over was you, and you didn’t want that… You didn’t want him anymore.

1 day left until graduation, everyone was so excited, but he was terrified. Today would be the last day he got to actually be with you, to spend with you… And of course you were out again. Who the hell were you out with? Who had you going out so much? Who had gotten your attention like this and stolen you away from him?

You walked through the front door, once again bagless, showing him that you still weren’t shopping. He could see on your face, you were flustered, he knew that look quite well, he had made you look like that many times. You were giggly and giddy and when you shut the door behind you, you leaned against it, letting out the cutest little sigh. Is that how you reacted when you’d come back home after dates with him?

A date? A date?! That’s the only thing that made sense to him, and now he was… upset… he was jealous… he was pissed. “Yah!” He shouted, jumping up off the couch and storming over to you, his hand landing against the door right next to your head, caging you between him and the door. “Where were you? Huh!? What have you been doing? Who are you going out with?!”

Your little smile quickly fell when he was right in front of you and he hated that you seemed to be drained of all emotion when he was close to you. “It’s none of your business, Jisung.” You muttered, trying to duck under his arm, but he moved closer, pressing his chest against yours and pinning you there. “What are you doing?” You grunted, trying to push against him, but he wasn’t budging, his muscles flexing as he kept himself steady.

“I can’t fucking take it! It’s driving me bat shit crazy, and I hate seeing you happy if it’s not with me.” You rolled your eyes and his fist came down against the door with agitation. “Who are you going out with?! I’ll kick his ass, I swear to god!” He screeched, his head falling forward, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed heavily. “Who is it…? Just tell me, please… Are we really done?”

“You’re being ridiculous.” You mumbled, tilting your head away from him. “Don’t you have parties to attend? I’m sure everyone misses you.” You tried to push against him again, but he refused to move, his hands moving from the door to grip your hips, his head falling to your shoulder as he shuddered with quiet sobs.

“I don’t care who misses me… I want you to miss me… I miss you.” He whispered, desperately kissing along your shoulder, wanting you to feel something, wanting you to want him. “Fuck the parties… I want you… I just want you. Fuck, I miss you so fucking much!” He nibbled lightly on your neck, and he was more proud than he’d like to admit when you tilted your head to the side, a soft gasp leaving your lips. “Tell me who he is… Please, baby… Just tell me… Is he better than me?”

Your hands moved to his hair, your fingers tangling in it as you gently pulled him back, but the feeling of it had him moaning softly. “Are you jealous?” You cooed, a small smirk playing on your lips, and he didn’t even care how smug you were right now. He was jealous, and he nodded quickly. “I was with my mom… We’re getting things set up for when I move back in with her.”

He couldn’t help but stare blankly at you, blinking rapidly as his mouth fell open, and then your words sank in and his lips were latching back onto your neck, kissing and sucking against your skin ruthlessly before moving up to your lips, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “Why… Why did you look so happy? Why were you giggling? Hmm?” He questioned through heavy breaths, and you snorted softly as you cupped his cheeks.

“Because I know how you get… I knew you’d get jealous…” You teased, squishing his cheeks before kissing him once more. “It worked, and now you know how I felt at the party… Well, before you insulted me… Which I’m still pissed about by the way.”

“I’m sorry!” He shouted quickly, his bottom lip jutted out as his eyes widened. “We’re… We’re not done though… Are we? I don’t even want to party… I just want you.” His fingers were gripping your shirt so tight, the fabric balled up in his palms as he stepped back, leading you to the couch. “I want to spend my life with you… Every second of every day… Please…”

[mybelovedwoo]

in which wooyoung loves when you travel with him

~ wooyoung x f!reader

~ fluff, established relationship / wc: 1k

~ warnings: mention of zombies, teasing (as per usual), kissing

~ note: I had this idea because I'm on vacation, and I wrote this during the 9-hour trip, I was super tired so I hope it's good enough.

You didn't expect your boyfriend to invite you when he told you he'll be traveling to Los Angeles with the whole group due to his work. Sure you traveled with them before but never ever overseas before, just here within the country, when they held a concert or filmed some content. It was quite out of the blue, but you can never say no to Wooyoung, you loved spending time with him whatever it was.

And now here you are early in the morning waiting for the boys in the airport alone. You couldn't come with them, it's better for the whole craziness that's out there to calm down before you meet up with them later, you're anxiety could never bare the shouting and camera flashing that's outside when the boys step out of their cars. You've always admired your boyfriend for how he deals with these situations, you can't imagine how can he stay so calm. It's just part of his life now.

It's crazy how different your lifestyles are, but at the same time, it's so similar. Yeah, I know, it doesn't make any sense, but it's basically your whole relationship with Wooyoung, nothing makes sense, but it's perfectly fine like this, sometimes it doesn't have to make sense, only your love for each other is important, it's just so real and so strong. You'll gonna figure out everything together, that's how you grow together and also grow your relationship.

You love to accompany your boyfriend when he works, just to see how happy he gets during it, how passionate he is when he stands on stage and does what he truly loves. The sparks in his eyes when he looks at atiny are just like the stars in the night sky.

"Good morning my little zombie" there he is, the love of your life. "Is this the walking dead or am I still dreaming?" like you didn't know how bad you look in the morning, especially at this early hour.

"Really funny, Wooyoung..." you said as you rolled your eyes, yeah maybe just maybe you're a bit grumpy in the morning, who doesn't, but as per usual Wooyoung always knows what to say, when he sees that you are not really in the mood for his jokes. He just knows you more than anyone, even your own self, it's a bit scary.

"Don't worry babe, you're the most beautiful zombie I've ever seen" he said as he placed a welcome kiss on you're lips.

"If you're not careful enough I might eat your brain" you like to go with his jokes, you are not the type of person who can't joke about herself or takes everything seriously. You don't really understand how can he always light your mood up, like boy calm down, a person shouldn't be this happy this early, you should be asleep right now.

"I'm glad you're here, I always loved working a little more when I know you're watching me, it's just a boost of energy for me" he told you as he held your hands to help you get up. "Come on, we should check in, the boys are waiting"

-

Only 30 minutes in the flight and you are already sleeping, you just need a plus hour of sleep, and you're gonna be okay, you need at least 9 hours of sleep to feel alive usually. But on the other hand, Wooyoung has been bored the whole time and we all know what happens when this boy doesn't have anything or anyone to entertain himself with, he gets more annoying than usual, and his mind comes up with the worst ideas ever.

That's why right now he is on the mission to wake you up somehow. Although Seonghwa across from you in the other row had noticed this and worriedly signaled Wooyoung not to do it because he knows how bad this can turn out. He is the sweetest guy, he wants the best for everyone. He can relate to your pain as he is most of the time the victim of your boyfriend's teasing.

But Woo is already caressing your thigh, you actually were pretty used to this already, so it didn't really bother you, it kinda relaxed you even more. But the problem started when he started kissing your cheeks, then your ears, then he moved even lower and reached your neck. Your eyes suddenly opened wide, you were confused about what was happening.

"Babe, what are you doing?" he just continued it even more roughly when he realized you were finally awake. "Wooyoung, stop it anyone can see us, we are on a good damn plane."

"But you are so beautiful, I want to kiss every part of you." he barely stopped kissing you between every word. You tried to push him off of you, it was the most painful thing ever, your heart was aching.

"Baby, I'm serious, you can kiss me whenever you want, but only when there are just the two of us." You weren't really a shy person at all, especially you were pretty open about your love for Wooyoung, everybody who knew about your relationship knew how touchy you guys can get with each other, but you preferred to do this stuffs behind closed doors, because it's an intimate moment, and it's nobody else's business.

"I'll stop it, but meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes." He stared deadly in your eyes as he bit his lips. "And don't even try to hang me there."

And with that, he stood up and went straight to the bathroom. You knew you were in trouble, in big trouble. To be honest you didn't even want to say no to him in the first place. So you waited a little bit, just to not be so obvious, and went after your boyfriend. It's a pretty long flight nobody's gonna notice that you guys weren't there.

As you arrived there, you took a big breath, you didn't even know why you are nervous. You knocked on the door and it immediately flung open. You didn't even have time to process what happens when he dragged you into the small area.

Yeah at least you killed time and nobody was bored anymore.