#that's where i'll hide your body if u do anything to hurt him :)

[goodlucktai]

So lil request if ya feel up for it :-}

★ A story about Mikey's brothers finding out about his and Woody's secret relationship(?). Like, maybe it can be that one of them are going through Mikey's phone and they see his camera roll full of photos of him and Woody !! Or like they walk in on the two cuddling asleep or something idk :-0

Do whatever U want 💖

i went with rise on this one. i missed those guys :')

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Don slams into the infirmary with a shout of, “LEO! Leoleoleoleoleoleo!”

“Congratulations, my name just sounds like noise to me now,” Leo replies drolly, as if he’s not ecstatic to have company. Sure, Raph had been camped beside his bed up until like ten minutes ago, but a lot can happen in ten minutes. 

As if to prove it, Don shoves a phone into Leo’s face. “Michael—our Michael—has a boyfriend.”

Leo sits up so fast he feels it in his entire body, an ache radiating down his spine like it’s a gong that just got rung.

“You’re lying!” 

“I would never lie to you,” Donnie says, his tone a weird mix of agitated and absolutely giddy.  

Such a gossip, Leo thinks fondly. 

Don piles onto the bed, still careful of Leo’s broken bones but a far cry from the cautious, mincing way he climbs in lately for their Youtube video essay marathons or vent sessions. Leo might have to orchestrate more tantalizing secrets for his nosy twin to uncover if it stops him treating Leo like something glass that’s about to break. 

Shoulder to shoulder, Donnie holds the phone where they both can see it. Now that Leo’s looking at it properly, he clocks the glittery sticker-covered military-grade phone case and says, “Oh, no. Tello, you didn’t. Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t steal his phone.”

“It’s called the Freedom of Information Act.”

“That does not apply here!” Leo is torn between horror—because Mikey is objectively terrifying—and glee—because Donnie is an absolute menace and he loves to see it. 

“Agree to disagree. I could have just cloned his phone onto a new device but where’s the pizzazz? Anyway—”

He brings up Mikey’s camera roll, scrolling through dozens of post-invasion celebratory selfies and candids, past a few scattered pics of Mikey’s own cooking and digital art (and Leo makes a mental note to revisit that, because there aren’t as many of those as there ought to be) and finally making an “ah-HAH” sound under his breath, tapping on a particular picture to blow it up. 

It’s a selfie taken at arm’s length of two faces squished together to fit the frame. One face belongs to Leo’s little brother, caught mid-laugh. The other one is distinctly human, almost lost in a haphazard cloud of yellow curls and turned sideways to plant a kiss on Mikey’s spotted cheek. 

Leo finds himself smiling involuntarily. Mikey looks happy. It’s cute. 

Of course, if Mikey thinks he can have a whole-ass secret boyfriend and get away with it, he’s got another thing coming. Not when he has three older brothers and an older sister who have been waiting their entire lives for this moment. 

“This doesn’t prove they’re dating,” he points out, mostly just to play devil's advocate. “Maybe they’re super affectionate friends. The five of us do cheek- and forehead-kisses on occasion, too.”

“Mm-hmm, yes, I thought you might say that, and I am, of course, prepared to offer more evidence.” 

Donnie taps out of the photo gallery and brings up Mikey’s messaging app. He scrolls for a bit, past the sibling group chat, April, their own names, Raph, their dads—even Rupert, what the hell?—and then, right beneath Piebald and before Casey Sr., is a text thread with a contact simply, and tellingly, labeled babe💛.

On pure reflex, Leo smacks the phone out of Don’s hand before he can open the thread. 

“So what we’re not about to do is read his texts to and from his boyfriend,” he says, very deliberately, so a single world won’t be misconstrued.

“I wasn’t gonna,” Donnie mumbles, in a tone that suggests that he was, in fact, gonna. 

Leo picks up the phone and goes back to the picture. He checks the timestamp, humming thoughtfully to see that it was from a little over two months ago. They've certainly been busy since the whole Krang situation, but Mikey has always had time for the things he loves. He makes time. He’s just a kid, albeit one who had to grow up too fast, but he was born with a good sense of what’s really important.

And this guy, Leo thinks, seems like he could be important. So why is this the first they’re hearing about him?

“How exactly did you make this discovery?” Leo asks, handing the stolen phone back. 

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. regularly scans all of our devices for anything icky—you’re welcome—and he asked me who the blond guy was,” Donnie explains offhandedly. “He thought we had a new friend he hadn’t met. You know how he gets when he thinks we’re leaving him out of literally anything.”

“Like father, like son,” Leo says sagely.

Donnie lowers the phone and makes direct eye contact. “No.”

Leo laughs so hard he thinks he might actually be in danger of puncturing a lung with one of his broken ribs. Donnie goes back to snooping, but there’s a pleased quirk at the corner of his mouth. 

“DONALD!” a voice thunders suddenly from down the hall. “IF WHAT I THINK IS HAPPENING IS HAPPENING, IT BETTER NOT BE!”

“Eughh boy,” Leo says. 

Looking as though he just saw his life flash before his eyes, Donnie shoves the phone at him and blurts, “You take it! You’re a convalescent, he can’t kill you! It would be against the Geneva Conventions!”

“Oh, I see, you want me to use my horribly mangled body as a meat shield between you and the consequences of your own actions.” Leo holds his hands up and open to avoid having any incriminating evidence forced into them. “Also, I think you skipped like six years of Social Studies.”

The infirmary doors slam open hard enough that one of Leo’s shelves of meticulously organized medical supplies rattles ominously. Mikey looms in the threshold, silhouetted against the light from the den. It’s appropriately intimidating.

There’s a beat of silence. Then Mikey’s eyes lower to the bright yellow phone in Donnie’s hands. It’s indie-film levels of drama. Leo is eating this up. 

Donnie whispers, “Oh, Hawking, I did not think this through.”

“When you die, who gets your laptop?” Leo whispers back. 

“I knew it!” Mikey shrieks. “You think S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. can keep a secret?? S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.?? You programmed him with all your own tells! I’m going to destroy everything you love!” 

The resulting cat-and-mouse chase around the infirmary is rowdy enough that it summons Raph, warm and fresh from the shower, dressed in his favorite huge pink hoodie. He catches Donnie on his way by and lifts him bodily out of the melee. Mikey is bloodthirsty enough that he scales Raph like a tree and their biggest brother is forced to hold Donnie out at arm’s length to keep the two of them apart.

“Woah, woah, hey—Jesus, what is happening?” Raphie says. His eyes dart to Leo, one dark and the other a pale milky pink, but it’s still the same look he’s given Leo a billion times before. The one that says loop me in. 

Leo searches under his pillow for the palm-sized knife he keeps there and focuses hard. Two little cyan portals open, maybe the size of dessert plates, one next to him and the other by Donnie, a neat little wrinkle in the dimension. He reaches through it and retrieves the phone. 

Pretending he doesn’t feel woozy after the brief use of ninpo well before he was technically allowed to use it again—because then he would have to admit that Draxum was right about something, and frankly he’d rather die—Leo waves the recovered goods at his brothers.

Mikey stops trying to kill Donnie and stares across the room with a very vulnerable, unhappy expression. Leo hates that, so he takes charge. 

“Just the Cain Instinct at work, Raphala,” Leo says, smiling. “How about you deliver Donnie to April for a lecture on respecting other people’s privacy, and I’ll talk to Mikey about the pros and cons of fratricide.”

“Pros and cons? What pros? You know what, nevermind,” Raph adds before Leo can answer, holding Donnie more comfortably in the crook of his arm as Mikey hops down from his shell. 

Donnie is dead-weight at this point, gone totally limp and accepting his fate. Since a lecture from April has a fifty-fifty chance of turning into a gossip session, Leo doesn’t feel bad for his twin at all. 

“And don’t think you're not in deep shit for that portal just now,” Raph says severely, pointing at him. “Yeah, Raph clocked that. No ninpo while you’re healing, Leon, or I’m telling pops.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leo says dismissively.

But Raph still comes over to rub his head, and Leo still leans into him when he does, because a little part of Leo is always going to be six years old with stars in his eyes, gazing up at his biggest brother like Raph could hold the whole sun in his hands if he wanted to.

When Raph has carted Donnie away, the infirmary is much quieter. Mikey slinks over to the bed ungraciously and invites himself right up, pressing into Leo’s side and hiding his face in a yellow-striped shoulder.

Leo passes him back his phone. Mikey tucks it against his plastron and doesn’t say anything.

“So the pros of fratricide would be that your stuff would get stolen way less,” Leo begins airily. 

With a huff, Mikey nudges him. 

“He showed me a picture, but we didn’t read any texts,” Leo adds, less playful. “As far as we know, you have a really good friend we just haven’t met yet.”

“Yeah,” his little brother says quietly. He presses his face harder into Leo’s shoulder. Leo works his arm out from in between them and wraps it around Mikey’s carapace instead. 

Tracing a familiar pattern between the scutes, he says, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

When Leo came out, a few years ago now, he was terrified. 

It was just another thing that made him difficult, that made him harder to love, that might cost him what little of his father’s good opinion he thought he had. He kept it a secret, tucked behind the armor of his plastron where no one but himself would ever see it.

But then one day, when he was fourteen, Leo found Raph in the living room, watching Youtube videos of the NYC Pride Parade with something young and hopeful on his face, only to slam the laptop shut when Splinter came in. Raph’s expression had twisted into something ashamed. Afraid. 

And Leo thought, Absolutely not.

So he came out to his family over dinner that same night. He said it like his hands weren’t sweaty and shaking beneath the table, like he hadn’t practiced the words and tone in the mirror for an hour beforehand. 

He couldn’t force himself to look at Splinter, twisting some spaghetti onto his fork and following his big announcement with something stupid, like, So I guess you could say the only straight I am’s a straight-up bitch. That way everyone would know it wasn’t serious, wasn’t a big deal, they could stop looking at him now please. 

Raph didn’t even get after Leo for saying the bitch word. He flew to his feet and rounded the table and scooped Leo up into a big bear hug. Well, Leo and Mikey, because Mikey was already attached to him at that point. Donnie said, “Gasp! This is my surprised face. Whoever could have anticipated this astonishing turn of events?” because he was an asshole. But he also reached over the table to put his garlic bread on Leo’s plate, because he was the absolute best. 

Leo’s heart didn’t stop racing for what felt like hours, even after his brothers squeezed him to death and made a bunch of noises about loving him no matter what, even after Splinter informed the table at large that his Baby Blue could start thinking about dating boys in another thirty years and not a minute sooner! 

But he did that for a reason. So his brothers had a lead to follow if they ever needed one. So they wouldn’t be scared like Leo constantly was.

And now the tension slowly leaks out of Mikey’s frame. 

“I know. I know,” he says, stronger the second time. “I guess I got all in my head about it. At first I wanted it to just be my thing, for me. I liked him but I wasn’t sure if he—you know. And then when he did, everything was perfect, and I didn’t want to mess it up.” He sits up enough that he can look at Leo, red-brown eyes earnest and wide. “Then the longer I didn’t say anything, the more impossible it felt to ever say anything. It’s not ‘cause I didn’t—”

“You don’t owe me or anybody else an explanation, Angie,” Leo says, tugging on the tails of his mask. “If you want to talk about him, I’m all-ears. If you want me to blackmail Donnie into forgetting he exists, I can do that, too. I’ve got the goods.”

Mikey smiles. It’s a relief to see. “I have no idea how you did it,” he says. “How you just told us like it was nothing. Told dad. I guess being his favorite probably helped.”

His WHAT?

Leo chokes on an incredulous laugh. He thumps his own chest, wheezing. Mikey rolls his eyes and slumps down again, gets comfy, a familiar weight under Leo’s arm. 

“Puh-lease, Lee. You two are like the same person, all the way down to the inherent self-worth issues and validation-seeking. Of course he’s going to feel complicated about loving a carbon-copy of himself when he hates himself so much.” After a moment, Mikey adds, “I think you help him feel better about who he is.”

Huh. Welp. Time to pack all of that up to think about later because otherwise Leo’s brain is going to explode.

“Nice attempt at distracting me, but I’m the master of misdirection.” Leo jostles Mikey, enough to make him whine stoooop. “If you think for one second you’re not everyone in the entire family’s favorite person, then there’s something deeply wrong with you,” he adds severely. “Junior has only been here for like five minutes and even he likes you best.”

Mikey’s grinning by the time he’s done. Leo can feel the shape of it against his arm. 

“It’s a gift,” the youngest Hamato says humbly. 

Identical chimes from the phone in Mikey’s hand and the one on the bedside table alert them to a new text in the Mad Dogz group chat. 

Bootyyyshaker9000 After an illuminating conversation, during which absolutely no robot sons were taken hostage to force my compliance, I have seen the error of my ways and will endeavor to change my behavior. I wanted to offer my sincerest apologies to Angelo for my invasion of his privacy. I am not making this statement under duress. YellowSubmarine Good enough for you, baby?

Mikey’s grin graduates with honors into a laugh, that charming, full-bodied thing that fills whatever room he happens to be in. He types a quick reply and the group chat goes crazy. Leo sort of just lays there and takes the moment in. 

In about an hour, it’ll be time for another round of medication, but Leo thinks—even though it’s sappy and saccharine and he would never, ever say it out loud—that this is medicine enough. 

“Sooo,” Leo says, “you gonna tell me about him?”

“Leo,” Mikey groans, but he’s still smiling. 

“Oh, come on, you have to give me something.”

“How ‘bout a trade?”

Aww, his baby brother knows how to barter. Leo is so proud.

“I’m listening,” he says.

“I’ll tell you about Woody,” Mikey offers, waving his phone around, “if you tell me about that bunny waiter from Run of the Mill who asked for your number.”

Leo would shoot upright if he had, like, a completely unbroken back. As it is he has to move a little slower. 

“What?? Why—how did you—I mean, who?” Nailed it.

“Raph overheard the entire thing,” Mikey says sweetly. “He thought it was cute so he told me since I was right there. You know he can’t handle cute without gushing about it to somebody.”

It’s Raph’s knee-jerk reaction, like cute-aggression; only instead of squeezing or biting, he has to overshare to the nearest available party, usually while choking back tears. 

Kneading his temples, Leo forces out, “Mm-hmm.” 

He can’t even be mad, though. It’s Raph. If Donnie had been the one to overhear, it’d be plastered on a billboard above Times Square by now. 

“Lemme have this one on Donnie,” Mikey says, and brings out the big guns, brown eyes all wide and liquid. “He always gets your secrets first.”

“Disaster twins privilege,” Leo replies, so he doesn’t have to think about the novel concept that his family could believe his secrets are worth anything. “Alright, Miguel. Since it’s to spite Dontron specifically, you have yourself a deal.”

Mikey whoop-whoops, with the arm and everything. It’s so stupid. And it makes Leo think, This Woody guy doesn’t know how lucky he is. 

[psychesalcove]

ֶָ֢ "it's nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today,"

hiiii! can i request a luke castellan x fem reader fic, the scenario being luke just woke up after the quest gone wrong (when he got the scar on his face) and reader is the first one he hears. she’s aphrodite’s daughter but she’s the one cleaning his wound in the infirmary. you can spin it however you like💗 just want some luke castellan fluff (w/ a bit of angst💗) where he confides in reader, and he cries but hides it by nuzzling in her neck, she’s just a comforting gf that feels her neck become damp.

luke castellan x daughter of aphrodte reader

my writes are completely race and body type friendly! feel free to interact my loves:)

part of psyches, 'in memory of those who chose the sea' event

-> want to participate in the event?

an: babes this is suchhh a cute idea for luke omg!! i love detailed asks its amazing n' your ideas are stunning, bueatiful, and everything!! i had so much fun writing this, hope you enjoy! and again, sorry for not writing sooner, i was camping with my family and had no wifi lmao 😓 love ya 🩷 ps. I also did like a lot of writing for this,, so I hope u don't mind lovie!!

you hummed quietly to yourself as you wrapped up a child of ares arm; according to them, they had gotten distracted and accidentally went up against a sword. you patted their arm to signify you were finished. once they got up, you walked over to will.

'how's he doing?' you asked, leaning against the counter will was sitting at. luke, your boyfriend, had a rough go of it on a recent quest. you weren't all sure of what happened; as he passed out before he could get a coherent sentence said. you did catch some words: hermes. hurts. and some other ones that you couldn't quite make out.

will looked up from the pile of paperwork he was reading. 'better. he's still not 100%; but he's making recovery. i'm not exactly sure when he'll wake up,' he explained, briefly scanning the paperwork to make sure he said the correct information.

you hummed, eyes also going down to the paperwork to scan it over. 'do you think i should be with him, when he wakes up?' you asked, eyes going up to meet wills.

'i'll give you the rest of the day off, how about that?' he asked, though it sounded more like a statement. he could probably sense your anxiety about luke and his wellbeing. 'i think he'll be happy to see you,' will gave you a soft smile before his attention went back to his paper.

you thanked him and quickly made your way over to the back of the infirmary; where the private cots were. you gently pulled back the curtain and was met with the same sight that you saw last. luke was laying on the bed, bandages wrapped around his face due to the injury that was on his eye.

you quickly sat down in a chair, prepared to spend however long you would need to wait for luke to wake up.

—

as you looked out the window at camp; a light squeeze on your hand drew your attention back to luke. you smiled softly when you saw him staring back at you, even with one eye. 'hi hon,' you whispered gently, hand squeezing his back.

he didn't say anything, instead smiling a little at you as a response. you took that as he didn't want to talk; especially about the quest he just got back from. you opted to ask a question on a different topic.

'd'you want a hug?'you whispered again, hand still in his. all you got in response was a light nod of the head, a nod you would've missed if you weren't pouring all your attention into him. you removed your hand from his and quickly wrapped your arms around him, holding luke in a protective embrace.

his head quickly found its way to your neck; both of you being mindful of the bandages still on his face. as soon as both of you settled into the hold, lukes shoulders started shaking lightly. in cue, you felt wetness on your neck, along with lukes heavy breathing drying the wetness; though the tears were quickly being replaced by new ones.

you tightened your grip around him. luke rarely cried: you assumed it was the pressure of being a good role model for the younger campers, or even who he associated with at camp. you shuttered lightly at the thought of what must have happened on that quest for him to react like this.

before you could attempt comforting him, he spoke through his quiet sobs. 'im, i'm really sorry for this,' you heard him mumble quietly as his breath picked up even more.

you shook your head softly at him. 'luke, hon. you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. quests can be hard, they're made to be. its okay to be scared of them. it's natural, completely normal.' you said, hand starting to rub small circles onto his upper back in an attempt to comfort him.

you couldn't tell how long the two of you stayed in that position; you holding onto him like he was your lifeline and luke holding back just as hard. slowly though, his sobs started to subside, and his breathing returned to normal. throughout him crying, you decided not to try and get him to stop, knowing that this crying session was long overdue.

luke seemed to think that he calmed down enough, as he gently pulled out of the embrace. as the two of you stared at eachother, he opened his mouth. 'it's nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today,' he said, a small joking tone to it.

you smiled lightly. 'are you okay?' you asked, ignoring his past comment; knowing it was probably a way to steer the conversation around what just happened.

he sighed deeply, the eye that wasnt covered closing as he layed down again. 'yeah. m'sorry about my, uh. episode. the quest was just a lot.' he chuckled, opening his eye again. 'i love you,'he added, flashing you a quick smile.

you sighed, grabbing his hand and brining it into your embrace again. 'it's okay to have episodes like that love. it's human; you should honestly do it more often.'you hummed gently, rubbing circles onto his knuckles.

luke only nodded lightly in response; seemingly drifting off to sleep once again.

'i love you to, luke.' you mused, pushing up out of the chair and pressing a gentle kiss to his noninjured side of his face.

[anton-luvr]

You just took a shower with seunghan. He gets between your legs so you could dry his hair, your neck catching his attention. (Suggestive in a way but only bc they are in towels + soft pants and moaning??)

# 10:06pm ; HONG SEUNGHAN.

⚝ bf!seunghan x fem!reader | fluff & HEAVILY suggestive | bf au ⚝ note ; this is so... (mouth waters) UGH thank u for requesting!! thank u for waiting and for ur support on all my works too mwah <3 + take care briizes!! hani will come back to us soon, i'm sure <3

Six weeks.

That's how long the doctor told Seunghan his broken arm would be casted for.

"Six weeks?" he echoed in despair, mind flooding with the realization of all the things he wouldn't be able to do.

He wouldn't be able to play his games, wouldn't be able to eat his favorite instant noodles by himself every day, wouldn't be able to properly cuddle you at night - he wouldn't be able to do almost anything.

He really shouldn't have tried that stupid parkour trick with Sohee.

But thankfully, he had you by his side to help him out.

And maybe, not being able to do anything was quite nice after all.

He's sat on the edge of the bathtub, both of you fresh out of a shower and only in warm towels while you ran a hair-dryer over his damp hair.

"Ah, be gentle with the tangles." he whines, wincing when you accidentally tug at one.

You're quick to apologize with a cheery 'Sorry!', and you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

All grumpiness fades once he feels your soft lips against his warm skin, a smile appearing on his lips.

Seunghan sighs happily as you continue drying his hair, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, and he can't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world to have you.

You've been taking care of him ever since his fall, absolutely spoiling him with princess treatment.

He's really so lucky to have you.

He opens his eyes to tell you just that, but something else distracts him immediately.

Your bare neck was right in front of him, droplets of water falling from your wet hair and landing gracefully on your collarbone. He gulps as he watches them slowly slip downwards and behind your wrapped towel.

It was embarrassing how easily and simply turned on he gets, and all just from your neck.

"You look so pretty." he mumbles, leaning forward to press soft kisses all over the exposed skin.

You giggle at the ticklish feeling, but it's quick to turn into a quiet whine as the kisses start to get more aggressive.

Seunghan spares absolutely no mercy, warm tongue and sharp teeth grazing against that one sensitive part of your neck that sends shudders throughout your body.

"My pretty girl," he mutters, grinning as he pulls you into his lap and continuing his work of art.

Soft moans and whines reverberate across the bathroom as his hands start to travel across your body, your own ones busy tugging at Seunghan's hair.

"You're driving me insane." he pants, his eyes dark with desperate need and pretty lips swollen when he pulls away to catch his breath. "Taking care of me so well, gotta thank you."

The desperation only grows as he crashes his lips against yours, the towel being the only barrier between the both of your bodies heightening the desperation.

You felt so close and yet so far, and Seunghan needed more.

"W-Wait," you stutter, gently pushing him away from you. "Let's move to the bedroom, I'm scared you'll slip or something and get hurt."

Seunghan can't help but chuckle at your sweet and caring comment in the midst of his sinful actions, kissing over one of the hickeys he had left earlier.

"My baby is so cute," he coos, hot breath fanning against your ear. "But don't worry for now. I'll take care of you the way you deserve, hm?"

Your head spins at what he's hinting at, nodding while hiding your red face on his shoulder.

Without another word, Seunghan carries you up with his other arm and takes you into your bedroom - where he was going to thank you for taking care of him in the best way possible.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[cursedvida]

Can u do a buggy x sick reader? Fluff/comfort. The reader tries to get him to not take care of them because they don't wanna get him sick too.

I came down with a small fever and feel icky.

(if you do this, thank youuuuu)

PROMISE (Buggy x sick!Reader)

Warning: maybe swearing and the fact that english isn't my first language. Also the Reader is a f!Reader.

A/N: basically a fluffy scenario with a stubborn reader and a worried Buggy.

You haven't been feeling too well for a few days. At first it was just a simple sore throat, but now you feel your chest burning every time you cough a little. This morning you noticed that you also have a fever, not very high at first, but now you feel as if everything around you is spinning. You even have a headache because of the discomfort.

You haven't wanted to say anything to anyone, you've always been a pretty independent person and you don't want them to think that you can't stand even a simple cold. But as the hours go by, it's gotten to the point where you can hardly stand up. You feel your face getting very hot. It's not cold, but you're intemperate because of the fever. You have tried to hide your condition for as long as possible, but one of your companions seems to have gone off the deep end and now Buggy is standing in front of you, quite angry.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He's pacing back and forth nervously. He approaches you, taking off one of his gloves so he can touch your forehead.

You immediately pull away.

"Get off" you move away. "I don't want you to get it because of me. It's just a cold, don't worry."

"You're burning up, Y/N…"

You repeat to yourself that it's no big deal. Buggy is very dramatic, that's exactly why you didn't want him to know. Now he's sure to make a big deal out of it and end up sick. And it will all be your fault for not having known how to fake it properly.

You don't like to worry him, Buggy has too much on his mind to be wasting time on trifles. The idea of being a burden and not being able to fend for yourself disgusts you.

"I'll just go rest for a while and that's it" you tell him, smiling. "Don't be angry, come on…"

You sense that he is about to say something to you, but instead of opening his mouth, he just pulls his arms away from his body and sweeps you up.

"Buggy!" You exclaim, somewhere between surprised and embarrassed "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you want to go rest?"

"But I've already told you I'm going by myself. Really, if you do this you'll fall ill…"

Buggy moves closer to you, his arms back in place and now he has you pinned next to his body, carrying you as if you were a heavy sack. His face close to yours, his eyes on your face. You notice how his hands press against the parts of your body they have you by.

"Buggy, I'm serious, if we're that close…"

"What kind of guy would I be if I left you alone with that fever?"

His voice sounds dry, raspy. Buggy is usually outrageous when he gets angry, he likes people to notice him pissed off, to let everyone know he's not in a good mood and therefore the rest are going to pay for it. But right now his anger is different, much more intense, more real. Buggy doesn't yell or make a show of it, he just sounds like he's really hurt. As if you have really offended him.

"Buggy I… I didn't mean something like that. I just…"

"You think I care more about not catching a cold than supporting you?"

"Of course not!" You exclaim as you notice the pain in his words "I never thought anything like that, I just wanted to take care of you."

The clown clicks his tongue, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Look how silly you are sometimes, baby doll" He cocks a half smile just before giving you a kiss on the forehead "This time I'm the one who has to take care of you. And that's what I'm going to do."

And that last sentence doesn't sound like a warning, but a promise.

[tiredmamaissy]

ok but what would neteyam or loak do if u guys r at it really rough and you say your guys safeword? i’m a fluff girl at heart😭

neteyam's heart would cave in, shame and guilt consuming him to the point where he'd probably shed a few tears for making you say your safe word. his aim is to never ever hear the word fall from your lips - to never ever hurt you or make you feel unsafe in any way. he'd stop immediately, pulling out of you gently and back away to create a great deal of space between the two of you. he'd have his elbows propped up on his knees, hiding his face in his hands while he reflects on his actions with a heavy, broken heart. you'd have to be the one to reassure him, even though you just muttered the word. and once you've reminded him that he's not the monster he's making himself to be, he'll scoop you up in his arms and take care of your every need - cleaning you gently and making sure you're hydrated and fed, all while apologizing profusely. once he actually accepts the fact that you're okay and you're not upset with him, he'll allow himself to pepper your body with soft, gentle kisses, hoping it'll take the ache away. it'd probably take a long time for him to touch you in that way again, afraid to have such an event repeat itself.

"oh eywa. i'm sorry, my love. really. please, please forgive me. are you okay? where does it hurt? oh, i'm so, so sorry. tell me where it hurts... tell me what i need to do to make it better, i'll do anything. i'm so sorry."

[mariademetal]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ inertia fushiguro megumi / gn!reader ©mariademetal 2024

cw ... codependency, description of a stab wound but no actual stabbing/violence, situationship (😭), megs is an asshole, reader is a little pathetic icl, description of anxiety?? idk what else, lmk if i should add anything note ... OOC MEGUMI. this characterization is sooooo bad don't even come for me i made him soooo much crueler than he actually is but i've been in such an angsty mood i can't bring myself to care this is suchhhh a weird little oneshot but i wanted to write for megumi and had so many ideas and they just all kinda merged into this frankenstein freakazoid fic.... kinda despise it but still had fun writing it :p hope u like itttt word count ... 2.4k

The first law of motion: an object in motion stays in motion. For as long as you've known him, Megumi has been running from one thing or another. He likes it, you think— he likes the feeling of his lungs burning, he likes the feeling of waking up sore, he likes the feeling of pressing down onto his bruises and more than anything he likes it when you do it.

Likewise, for as long as you've known him, he's never slowed down to let you catch up. You don't think he's given anyone an inch in his life, and you can't help but think that it's okay, it's fine, because it's him.

You don't like his friends. You're kept away from them at school, tucked away in the corner they keep for the students without innate techniques, out of sight and out of mind. They're rowdy, they yell, they tug, and most importantly, they take up the attention that Megumi once solely focused on you. You're sure as hell they don't like you, either— you're not a part of their world, not really, and you have no doubt that the way you cling to Megumi whenever you all go out together, determined to make yourself as small as possible, hide behind Megumi until he saves you, makes them just as uncomfortable around you as you are around them.

You don't like his friends, they sure as shit don't adore you, but every time Megumi comes around and you're resolute that this time you're going to stay behind, get some alone time with him, you still end up walking out with him, hand in his, tail between your legs.

He just gives you that look. He doesn't even need to say anything— his lips purse, the corner of his lips quirk down, his eyebrows furrow, and the disappointment in his eyes is so palpable you think you can feel it burrowing under your skin. That's all it takes for your resolution to be all but reduced to dust.

When you concede, murmur a "Fine, I'll go," and reach for your coat, the disappointment on his face has disappeared and the faintest hint of a smile has replaced it. He rubs your arm while he leads you to your door and, just comfortable enough behind closed doors to show you the affection he thinks you deserve as a reward for doing what he wants. His hand feels more like a prong collar tugging at your neck, ready to choke you if you dare to turn tail.

It falls to your own hand while the two of you walk, and where you'd prefer to take your time on the way to everyone else, to prepare yourself for another evening of judgmental glances and keeping to yourself, to get just a few more minutes alone with Megumi before you're forced to share him again, but he moves quickly. Your feet hurt before long, and when you stop to take a break, he just lets go of your hand and keeps going.

Naturally, when you eventually meet up with Itadori and Kugisaki and the rest, he acts like he never wanted to see them at all, but you forced your hand— like he's the dog and you're the one pulling his leash, forcing him to socialize with the people you can't stand.

No one seems to believe him, but no one dares accuse him of anything but being a "..softie, deep down."

God, you wish. You wish there was even a single soft spot on his body. He's dipped his entire being in the river Styx, forged a soul from steel far too dense for jujutsu-less you to penetrate, and has never failed to remind you of it (and your own failures by extension). You wish he would give you the opportunity to massage his shoulders until the knots in his muscles could loosen, you wish you could wash his hair for him so it would finally lay flat, you wish he wouldn't train so much so the blisters his knuckle pads could have the opportunity to fade away. You wish more than anything he would just surrender, let you take care of him, and he knows this, so he taxes extra care to keep you just far enough away to make damn sure you don't, and just close enough to keep you from leaving him.

You need him. This is something you both know. It's never been in question. You've needed him since you were both little, to protect you from the world and the creatures you could both see but only he could fight against. And he needed you too, for a good, few years. He was too mean, too quick to snap at the unfamiliar to make any other friends, and you would've sooner died than give him the impression that he is anything other than the most important person in your life.

Then, he stopped needing you. He settled, trained, made friends. Found his purpose. Yet, he keeps you around— drags you over from the other side of campus just to relish in the way you wrap yourself around his arm while he talks with his friends, the same way you did when he'd send his dogs to kill all the cursed spirits that dared to scare you when you were little. He relishes in protecting you from a situation he has inflicted onto you. But he doesn't need you.

So, one day, you ask him why he bothers keeping you around.

"What're you talking about?" He huffs. He's busy sharpening your only knife after trying and failing to peel an apple for the two of you to share— he's always busy, but you've caught him with an injury while all his peers are healthy, so at least you have a moment alone with him.

"You know what I'm talking about," You insist with a pout, and he just looks back at you with a deadpan. "You don't have to see me if you don't go out of your way to. Gojo keeps us apart for that exact reason. Why do you?"

He's silent, for a while. Just long enough that you think he's opted to ignore you. Only then does he speak. "I'm not ignoring you. I just don't really know what you're getting at."

"I don't want to have to explain how I feel to you like you're five."

"Then don't."

You think it would hurt less if he took the knife he's sharpening and stuck it into your heart. Your eyes burn, and you swallow your saliva, purse your lips and clench your fists to keep yourself from crying. You think about what you'd do if he had opted to stab you instead— you picture yourself with the handle sticking out of your shirt, blood spilling out all around it, staining your shirt and your hands red, your heart beating even faster and harder to replace it. You'd take it out, you think, and rinse it off, then hand it back to him so he can keep his hands busy like you know he likes to while you bleed out on your bed behind him.

It's only when you sniffle, still desperate to hold your tears back, that Megumi finally looks back at you and realizes this is his cue to comfort you in the only awkward way he knows how to. He closes his eyes for a second, puts the knife down, and sits down beside you, stiff as a board. You shift your weight the second he does, leaning on his shoulder, but he doesn't lean against yours. It's not an apology, you doubt it's even intended as one, but you're so eager to forgive him that you still interpret it as one, and thus an invitation to elaborate on what he'd shut down just a minute before.

"You don't need me anymore," you say, and it's only after the words are already spoken that you realize Megumi would've preferred it if you omitted the word anymore altogether. You know him to prefer not to admit he needs water. "You have friends and you know I hate them. They understand you better than I do. They can keep up with you."

"You don't hate them," He says, and you know he's not delusional— just cruel. You wonder if he's always been this cruel, if he inherited it from his father, or if it's the world who made him cruel. You don't think you're cruel— maybe cruelty is necessary for sorcerers. "It's not about any of that. I'd never toss you aside for them. I can barely stand them."

You laugh at that, and Megumi makes a sour face. "You can barely stand them but you still drag me to see them."

"I don't drag you. I can't make you do anything," He sneers.

You know that if this turns into a fight, he'll win, so you raise your white flag before it has the opportunity to and curl into yourself, away from him. Only then does he reach out to touch you.

"Maybe you should leave," You whisper, and he looks like you've scalded him.

He opens his mouth, then closes it, and opens it again. "I'll come back later."

"Don't bother," you say, and you regret it the second you do. It isn't like you to be this petty, it isn't like you to cry as much as you've been crying lately, and you find that every time you speak, you find your own voice just a little bit more grating than the last. You say don't bother but you really don't mean it. You fight down an urge to correct yourself, beg him to stay, not to leave to begin with. You'll drop it. The two of you can lie together, he can fidget with your hands, and when he wants to sleep you can run your fingers through his hair.

You don't because you want to believe that what you said is hurting him just as much as what he said earlier hurt you, even though you know, deep down, that no matter what you say to him, you can't even scratch that steel shell that protects him.

He says your name sternly, but quietly, and you're ready to cry again. "What are you doing? What is this really about?"

"I don't know."

So, he leaves. You can still smell the faintest trace of him in the air, and once he's far enough away that you can't hear his footsteps anymore, you grab the knife he was sharpening and finish the job.

You love him, you think, and he doesn't love you. Or maybe you don't. You don't know. But you're certainly not friends, and you don't think you ever have been. You don't think you've had a friend your whole life. He's not your friend, but if he told you to jump, you'd ask how high.

He's always moving from one place to another. He wakes up and goes to class, then eats lunch with Gojo, then spars with Itadori, then trains with the second years and Kugisaki, then sees Ieiri to make sure he hasn't overexerted himself, then eats dinner with the first and second years, then finally comes to collect you so you can go out with him and the others.

On the other hand, you wake up, eat your breakfast alone, meet with your teacher, and rot in your room, thinking about if and when Megumi will show up. Megumi, Megumi, Megumi. You doubt he thinks about you once before he asks if he can bring you along to whatever plans his friends have already made.

How does he do it? How does he move so consistently, so perpetually, while the best you can do is nip at his heels? The idea of it exhausts you.

He does come back, eventually. After you've fallen asleep. You hear a knock on the door that wakes you, and you know it's him, so you do your best to wake yourself up and make yourself as presentable as you can before opening the door for him. You smile, wholesome and unassuming, perfect for forgiving for any prior transgressions. Then, as he takes you in, you take him in— tousled hair, messy uniform— and realize he's shown you just how capable he really is of leaving you behind.

So, like a hurt dog, you snarl and you bite. "I thought I told you not to bother."

"Stop being like this."

That's what he's reduced you to. A dog. Pavlov'd you into doing things you'd never do otherwise, feeding you with his rare affection and unconditional protection, hit you with his disappointed glances and harsh words.

"What else should I be like?"

He huffs and reaches over you to open your door wide enough to walk through. You don't stop him— even if you wanted to, how could you? You're confused. He makes a display out of just how much he doesn't need you, but still goes out of his way to burrow his way inside of your room.

You watch him from the back as he sets his bag on the floor and takes off his jacket. You can't stand to look at the way his hair is splayed out, so you look at his back, instead. His shoulder blades poke out from under his shirt and make circles in a way you find mesmerizing. Then, he slips off his shoes and steps forward. You follow, dutiful even at your most hurt.

Then, he faces you.

"Why don't you like them?" he asks.

"What's there to like?" You know what answer he wants, and when he just looks at you, waiting for it, rather than taking your bait, you throw yourself onto your bed. "They're all sorcerers," you say sorcerers like the word puts a bad taste in your mouth.

"So am I."

"Exactly."

Your bed dips just by where your legs hang off. You know exactly what face he's wearing, so you don't bother looking. "You don't have to be jealous, you know."

"What's to be jealous about?" You ask sarcastically, and you can feel his glare boring into the side of your face.

"They're my friends, but you're my..."

He struggles to find a word to describe you, just like you struggle to find one to describe him. You know exactly what you are to him, though.

"You're my favorite."

You look up towards him. He looks away. "Really?"

"Really."

He coughs into his fist. You fluster and dig your face into your sheets.

"I still don't like your friends," you mutter.

He snorts at the sound of your muffled voice. "You don't have to."

"And I think you're the only one who likes me."

"That's your own fault."

"I don't mind.”

[morganalatina21]

Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Last Chapter | Masterlist

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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[leclerced]

Hi ma’am

Here I am again, this time asking for part 2 of the requested ‘ dirty little secret ‘

Where Charles’s younger sister is famous model, student . And she also hangs out around paddock while studying.

And she posts something about max failing nnn with her

Lets call her Caroline

Can imagine THE Leclerc brothers loudly banging at Maxs door screaming something like “ MAX CAROLINE I KNOW YOURE IN THERE WE JUST WANNA TALK “

And then Charles having to see max getting cozy w his little sweetheart sis around the paddock, fr he would make gagging noises

Change whatever, hope u like it

i've got ideas for part 2 to that already but i like the idea of her posting and them getting caught so i'm gonna do an alternate blurb about them failing and getting caught a different way.

You know those bolo ties they got in COTA? Halloween was a Tuesday and they celebrated then, but she finds a Halloween party that following weekend in Brazil and they go after the sprint. She wanted to match with Max, but couldn't do it without revealing their relationship so she convinced Max and Charles both to go as a cowboys and wear the bolo ties with their costumes and she went as a cowgirl.

Charles notices his sister and bestfriend missing halfway through the night but doesn't think anything of it until the next day when he's laying in his hotel room alone and sees her instagram story. It's a blurry mirror photo from the club bathroom posted last night, captioned save a horse, ride a cowboy. And then in smaller text underneath failed nnn after four days. Despite the man's face being out of the shot, Charles immediately recognizes the unbuttoned shirt that matched his and the bolo tie hanging on the bare chest.

Charles leaves his room in nothing but pajama pants with his phone and two room keys in hand. One of them is her room key, and he goes two doors down and unlocks her door. It's completely empty, so he goes two floors up and finds his best friends room. "Max, Peche! I know you're in there! Open the fucking door! I just want to talk!" His banging on the door causes someone two rooms down to peek out and hush him, but he just scowls and bangs again, "Peche! Open up!"

He hears her muffled voice a moment later, "Cha! Calm down and I'll open the door."

Charles freezes just before he hits it again and drops his hand to his side as he sighs, "I am calm!"

The door cracks and he tries to push it open, but she's leaning her entire weight on it as she pleads, "Cha, don't be mad."

He pushes on the door harder and she stumbles back before someone steadies her, and he sees Max standing behind her half dressed. Charles wants to push him away from his sister as they back away from the door and he steps inside, but he holds himself back. "What the hell?" She blushes and looks back to Max momentarily before she mumbles, "This is why I didn't tell you. I didn't wanna hurt you."

He huffs, "Hurt me? You hurt me by not trusting me. I'm your brother, your best friend. You're supposed to tell me everything. The two people I trust the most aren't supposed to go behind my back."

Max winces, "I would have told you if I didn't think you'd kill me. If not you, Lorenzo."

Peach winces too at the mention of her older brother, "Does he know?"

Charles shakes his head, "Not that I know of. I saw your photo, I recognized the outfit. I cannot believe you would- In public? I should kill you both. What if you had gotten caught?" Max grins and Charles immediately says, "Shut up. Never mind. I'm leaving. We're going to talk about this later when you're dressed."

He quickly leaves the room and Peach spins in Max's arms, "That could have gone worse."

He shakes his head, "I think Lorenzo is going to kill me when he finds out, and Charles is going to help him hide my body."

She giggles and leans up to kiss him as he hands drift down to the waistband of his pajamas, "Guess I better take advantage of your body while I have it then."

Max groans, "How are you in the mood now? I feel like I should be paying someone to create a fake identity so I can hide away for the rest of my life."

Then, the rest of the world finds out when they arrive hand in hand in the paddock. She spends the entire time in the Redbull garage, finally wearing a shirt with Max's number instead of her brother's and Max can't keep his hands off her, much to the chagrin of Charles who is forced to watch the couple on the livestreams. He gets asked about them repeatedly, and eventually retreats to his drivers room so he doesn't have to look at them making out in the back of the Redbull garage.

And of course, he shoots Max a text telling her to stop making softcore porn with his sister when he looks up at the TV in his room and sees that the camera has zeroed in on Max with his sister in his lap, and his hands on her ass. They're just talking, he can tell that much, but he doesn't like the sight of someone touching his sister at all. It makes him want to throw up. He watches on the delayed screen as Max pulls away to check his phone and laughs, then shifts so he can glare at the nosy camera man. It turns away from them a moment later and Charles is saved from the sight of Max leaning in to kiss her.

[luveline]

can you do something about dad!james? (sorry the bad english) <3

thank u for ur request, and there's no need for an apology. your English is great and if it weren't it wouldn't matter! also this is kind of long ♡ mom!reader

"Daddy," your daughter says seriously.

James swallows his mouthful of scorching coffee very quickly and winces as he asks, "What, shortcake?"

She stirs her cereal shyly. It's an adorable display but certainly not one that spells good tidings.

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

She looks at him for a moment. Tall enough to do it by herself but small enough to make it look like hard work, she climbs off of her chair, little feet sliding over the laminate kitchen floor because of her school tights.

She rounds the table and holds up her arms.

James spreads his legs and pulls her up onto one of his thighs, her body so light it makes him side eye her breakfast. He holds her waist tight and leans over retrieve her cereal.

"Gotta eat, baby," he says. "You can sit in my lap but you have to eat your food."

She shakes her head. "I need to ask something."

"Ask away."

She looks more like him than you, but you're there. Maybe in the ways that she talks, her endearingness, her precious smile. "How did you meet mammy?"

He grins. He hadn't realised he'd get to tell this story so soon. "It's a long one. Why do you wanna know?"

"Did you meet her in school?"

His grin slips. "Have you met someone?"

She plays with his button down and doesn't say anything until suddenly she's sniffling. James frowns, brow lowered in concern. He can't stand it when his girls cry.

"It's okay," he says gently. "Has someone hurt your feelings?"

She shakes her head and buries it in his chest. James feels his eyes widen of their own accord as he cuddles her close. He's still looking stricken when you emerge, her lost school bag in hand.

"It was under our bed, Jamie, if you can believe it- Oh. What's wrong?" you ask worriedly.

He pats your daughters trembling shoulders. "I'm not sure," he admits.

You come to stand by him, resting your weight with an arm over his shoulder and dropping a hand onto her head. "Baby," you croon, "what's the matter?"

It takes a lot of petting and coaxing. James knows she's going to be late for school but he can't find it in himself to care – her crying seems so different to a tantrum or funny five minutes. It feels real, and embarrassed.

"Tell daddy what's wrong," he says unhappily, kissing her small forehead.

She finally spills. "What if I don't find a dad?" she asks.

You laugh and then clap a hand over your mouth. He glares at you urgently, though he's confused himself.

"Sweetheart, you already have a dad. I'm your dad."

"But your mam's."

He feels the cogs turn slow. You understand much more quickly.

"You mean, a boyfriend?" you ask softly.

She splits like an egg. "I asked Jakey K to be my boyfriend and he said- he said no." Her voice cracks awfully between words, a terrible desperation as kids tend to embody.

James didn't realise that his daughter had already experienced her first heart break. His heart breaks for her in turn, unsure of what to say as she keens into his chest. He pats her back in a nervous staccato and turns to you for help.

"It's okay. It's okay. Will you tell us more about it?" you ask, similarly nonplussed.

She sniffs and slowly manages a nod. When she talks, it's with the suffering of a full blown adult.

"I liked Jakey K to be my boyfriend because I- I- I liked his spiderman 'brella and he let me use it when it was raining and I thought he loved me because that's what daddy does for you," she explains morosely.

"I'll buy you an umbrella," James says, blinded by her tiny heart having been stolen from right under his nose.

You twist one of his curls in a way that can't be called nice and nod seriously at your daughter where she's hiding her teartstained face in James' ruined shirt.

"It's not very nice, when people don't love us back. It really feels like it hurts your tummy."

She turns her face to you.

"But sometimes people want different things, baby. It doesn't mean you aren't smart, or pretty, or funny. Because you're all of those things, and you always will be. Maybe Jakey K just doesn't want to share his umbrella."

She falls into despair again. "But I want to."

"I know. I know." You thumb away her tears and smile as wide as you can. "You want to know a secret?"

"Okay," she says, wobbly.

"Before I met daddy, I shared an umbrella with someone else, and he didn't like me like I liked him. So being under the umbrella didn't work. We couldn't share, we couldn't pick what umbrella we liked. But now I have daddy and it's easy."

She looks confused. James is a smidge confused too — you don't share the umbrella. He holds it over your head and always gets his left shoulder wet.

You nibble you lip. "I met your dad and it's like, our umbrella has spiderman and princess polly on it."

Again, it flies over James' head. She seems to understand what you meant this time, as her expression clears and her frown slowly slackens.

"Okay," she says.

It's so sad it makes James want to cry.

"Okay," you say, and kiss both of her damp cheeks. "How about we stay home today? Just until we feel better?"

"Yeah," James says quickly, involving himself before you can send him off to work and have the day all to yourself.

You don't roll your eyes as you thought he would. You stroke his cheek with the back of your hand and grin.

"Perfect," you say.

You leave to go ring her school and James jogs his leg, wiping what's left of her tears off her small cheeks.

"You know, me and your mam are here forever, and we love you," he says seriously.

Her hand lands on his bicep and her chin tilts up. The puppy dog eyes are impossible to ignore. "Can I have a spiderman 'brella?"

"Absolutely you can." Who needs a boyfriend?

[sparklingchim]

long way home 16 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: touch her n i'll kill u typa situation, koo is ANGY angy 😠, annoying exes 🙄

summary: the one where jungkook proves to you that he's always there for you when you need him.

a/n: im soft for them

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Y/n!"

The banging against the door lets a shudder scuttle down your spine.

"I came to apologise. Please open the door!"

You screw your eyes shut, trying to block out the painfully loud bangs.

Every single time you're afraid that he'll break the door. The thought of him getting in your apartment and being alone with him makes your stomach churn in trepidation. His voice alone brings up memories that you're desperately trying to forget.

He's not going to leave. He only ever leaves when Jungkook forces him to.

You peek from under your duvet, grabbing your phone in the darkness of the room. You squint when the screen of your phone blinds you. You search for Jungkook's contact in your phone.

The last text you received from him says, "can't stop by today, nabi has her 6 month check up at the doctor's"

You call Jungkook, and although it's the middle of the night - 02:22 am to be exact - he doesn't keep you waiting for too long.

"Mhmmm?" his groggy voice mutters into the speaker, directly into your ear.

"Y/n!" Minjun shouts from outside.

You flinch, pulling the duvet closer around your body. "Minjun's here," you whisper.

"Oh, for fucks sake," he curses quietly, not sounding as tired as before anymore. "Don't open the door, alright? I'll be there as soon as possible. Don't be scared, baby."

"Okay," you say, closing your eyes in relief.

You drop your phone next to you on the bed. If you're honest, you were a little worried that he would not pick up your call. You haven't seen Jungkook since last week and somehow in that time he has morphed into a bad texter, taking hours to reply to your messages and sometimes not even bothering to call you back. You get it, he works and is busy. But you miss him anyway.

"I'm sorry for what I did! I miss you, y/n!"

"God," you mumble after taking a sharp breath in. You hide beneath the duvet again, attempting to distract you from the noises outside but it's in vain, Minjun's voice cuts off every single thought in your head.

You don't know where his patience to yell in front of your door to get your attention comes from, but he spends another five minutes there. Yelling and knocking on your door like there'd be the slightest possibility of you allowing him in.

But then it's eerily quiet. And you know that Jungkook has just arrived.

You hurriedly get out of the bed, walk to your front door and try to view what's happening in the stairwell through the peephole.

They're both standing opposite each other. You immediately notice Minjun's red eyes. He never shows up sober. Always drunk.

"I just want to talk to her," Minjun says.

"Didn't I make myself clear last time? Huh?"

Your eyes dart to Jungkook when he closes the distance between him and Minjun. Minjun takes a step back, a slight glimmer of fear slicing through his eyes as he stares up at Jungkook.

Jungkook seems angry. He's always angry in these situations but you can see it in his eyes - he didn't come here just to tell Minjun to fuck off and rot in hell.

And because you don't want things to escalate, you slowly open the door, causing both men to turn their heads to you.

"Y/n," Jungkook says, his eyes gentle as they meet your face, but despite this, his voice is unyielding as he demands, "Go back inside."

You shake your head. "Don't do anything," you plead, briefly casting a glance at Minjun.

You've already seen Jungkook beat up Minjun. Though you hate him, you don't want to see Jungkook hurting someone till they bleed again.

"Y/n," Minjun calls.

Jungkook immediately whirls back. Minjun has come a little closer and Jungkook stands right in front of you, his tall and ripped body almost completely hiding your figure.

"Get the fuck away from her."

"Let me talk to her. Just for a second, please," he begs, looking over Jungkook's shoulder and into your eyes. You look away immediately, but you still notice how he comes forward a little and stretches out an arm in your direction.

"Don't you fucking dare touch her!" Jungkook yells, taking a stride toward him.

With one hand he grabs him by the collar, his other forming a fist and is about to strike him, but you pull Jungkook by the elbow, stopping him before he can take a swing.

Jungkook doesn't look at you, but he allows you to drop his fist to his side. He pushes Minjun back by the collar and he stumbles backwards.

"Don't you feel pathetic, Minjun?" Jungkook taunts. "You come here and leave with a black eye every time?" Jungkook slowly approaches him. "Huh? Don't you feel fucking pathetic? Or do you want to get beaten up?"

"I just wanted to apologise to her-"

"Bullshit," Jungkook spits. "Do you know how tired I am of seeing your face? I don't want you bothering my girlfriend ever again, do you fucking understand that?"

You swallow a lump in your throat. That was new.

Minjun has backed away close to the stairs and you're afraid that he will tumble down if Jungkook comes any closer.

"I'm not gonna hurt you now, but if you decide to show up here again? Pray that you'll be able to walk afterwards."

Jungkook raises his pierced brow. "And now fuck off before I decide otherwise."

You don't think you've ever seen Minjun run down the stairs that quickly.

As soon as he is out of the view Jungkook turns to you and grabs your hands. "You're good?" he asks, thumbs rubbing over your skin.

"Yeah, I just don't like seeing him."

Worry creases his forehead and he nods in understanding. "Want to sleep over at my place?"

"Please," you say, intertwining your fingers with his.

You always stay at his place after he scares Minjun off like this. You have trouble sleeping afterwards and sleeping at Jungkook's place and being held in his arms helps you a little with that.

~

"I'm sorry for calling you in the middle of the night," you apologise as Jungkook enters the living room after checking up on Nabi.

"I want you to call me whenever you need me, no matter what time it is, okay?" He sits down next to you on the couch, pulling you to his side.

"I thought you...might not answer my call," you confess. Biting down your lip, you look up at him from where you're cuddled against his side.

"Why would you think that?" His hand that had caressed your back halts.

"Well," you starts, a bit unsure how to approach it. "I feel like you've been ignoring me a little over the past week."

"I'm working a lot these days, y/n."

The dark circles under his eyes are unmistakable, and only now do you recognise how tired and exhausted he looks. And then you come to the conclusion that you maybe shouldn't have this conversation at nearly 3 o'clock in the morning, so you say, "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm hella tired."

Jungkook yawns and mumbles a "good" before he lying down on the couch, taking you with him as he makes himself comfortable. "Cause I'm tired too."

You take the folded fuzzy blanked that he always has on the armchair of the couch and spread it over the both of you.

Jungkook's couch may not be the biggest but you two would've snuggled up like this in his bed too, so it doesn't really matter.

You try to sleep with his heartbeat drumming in your ear, but you keep opening your eyes every now and then, not being able to fall asleep the slightest.

"Can't sleep?" Jungkook asks into the darkness.

"I don't like being woken up with him screaming and knocking against my door. It scares me." You hate how hard it is to go back to sleep after him waking you up like that.

"Hey." Jungkook shortly squeezes your waist. "You're with me now. And you'll always be safe with me. There's nothing to be scared of right now." He leans down and plants a peck on your temple. "And honestly, I don't think he'll come back after his night."

"I mean, after you called me your girlfriend he looked even more...scared of you."

"He's a fucking looser. My hands are still itching to rip his face off."

You sigh and try to change the topic. "Why aren't you asleep? Thought you were tired too." You draw circles on his black t-shirt, feeling his toned chest just beneath.

"I'm just thinking."

" 'bout what?" You prop your chin on his chest. "About how much you missed me?"

He chuckles and you feel his body moving under yours as he does so.

"Yeah, I'm thinking bout how much I missed you."

"Hey," you sulk. "That sounded close to irony."

Jungkook laughs again and this time you can't help but smile as well. "No, it's true. I missed you a lot."

The gentle smile on your lips falters when Jungkook suddenly embraces your face with his hands and pulls your head closer to his. He leans forward the slightest bit and you forget to breath for a moment.

You feel his soft lips pressing a kiss on your nose and when he rests his head back again he has an innocent, boyish grin curving his mouth upwards.

He has no clue about your heart nearly forgetting how to work. No clue about the little butterflies in your tummy.

But it's fine. As long as you can have him like this for the rest of your life.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You stare at each other for a couple of seconds.

The moon shines through the window and illuminates the room in a gentle glow. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that the real moon is hiding behind Jungkook's round doe eyes. You can't stop staring. You're too fascinated by the sparkle they radiate.

Jungkook has the whole night sky in his eyes and you'd willingly spend the rest of your life exploring every bit of it.

"Y/n," he says. You don't know why, but you have the feeling that it sounds like a reminder.

"Hm?" you mumble absentmindedly.

"We should probably go to sleep."

"Yeah, probably."

You lay your head against Jungkook's chest again, and this time around you can actually fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

[yandereloversblog]

- Letter to waka where waka sends a letter to his princess who recently rejected him and choose another dude over him

Actually: make it waka and Baji lololol

💌 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 💌 -> 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭: 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: You read this then lights are out for you just saying 💀 They're in your house.

The text was left on delivered as usual, you grew confused and worried when your boyfriend wouldn't return your calls and texts for the entire week, even more so when you didn't see him anywhere, even his parents didn't know where he was.

You sighed and began cleaning out your bag, only then to notice a letter you didn't recognize was inside "Who left this here...?" You wondered to yourself, ignoring your parents footsteps around the house while reading it.

-> 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

It's Wakasa

Imma get straight to the point sweetheart

You should've accepted me when I nicely gave you the chance not to mention that I was being so polite too

I was really upset when you chose someone else, REALLY upset

So I killed him

Intentionally of course, I'm not a dumbass who makes mistakes

Unlike you since apperantly my dumb little darling doesn't know when they should accept proposals and deny them

Picking that trash instead... I gave him a good beating

Followed you two around on a lot of dates

Had to make sure he didn't dirty my sweetheart y'know

And you didn't do anything stupid by following his lead since apperantly you don't know anything either

But I kept count for every time you touched each other, punched him just as many times

Don't think you're off the hook either [Y/N]

I chose you, so I already had you

Your rejection doesn't matter

So I'll consider this as cheating

Feel lucky I love you so much, so I'll discipline you and make sure we're on the same page.

Your actual boyfriend, Wakasa

-> 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢

Couldn't take it anymore so I killed him.

Honestly [Y/N], at least give me some points for -trji- trying, I promise I tried staying away from you after I got rejected. Was doing a -god- good job until I saw you two on a date. I just lost it. Didn't mean to but it happened.

Waited for you to go home then jumped that bastard. Didn't know what came over me, I thought it would end with me just roughing him up a little but next thing I know he wasn't breathing anymore and his face was smashed in.

I think I -fraict- -fracte- broke (or whatever it's called) his skull... I didn't feel guilty, or relieved that I managed to hide the body. I didn't feel anything.

So you don't have to like him anymore. Look at that, I got rid of the -thing- person standing in between us but I still wasn't satisfied. I knew you'd be worried about him and wouldn't move on.

It would've been better if you just told me you weren't ready for a relationship instead of choosing someone else. It hurted. Looks like I just have to take you by force then, don't worry, I'll be able to treat you better anyways.

Love u

Keisuke Baji

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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[goldensstateofgrace]

could you maybe do the "just lay back down, and I'll take care of you" first time prompt with harry?

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Ok so I combined these two asks and made a fluff / self Indulgent little fic lol Also just a forewarning this is not my best work i literally wrote this in less than 30 mins dsjansdjfh;odjf;dsjk

Summary: y/n’s sick and older!H takes care of her

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, chest pains, being sick, lmk if I missed anything (nothing sexual purely a fluff / comfort fic)

Word count: 944

Hope you enjoy! Happy reading - G <3

When you first met Harry you never could have imagined he would be seeing you like this so soon. You didn’t want him seeing you like this but he's a stubborn asshole most of the time anyways, not giving up until he got his way, much like you.

He insisted on taking care of you when you came down with a fever of 100.7 and a raw wet cough, he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he stated more than asked if he could stay with you to make sure you were ok. After putting up more of a fight than the little energy you had allowed, you finally gave up and let him make his famous chicken noodle soup he told you his mum used to make him when he was sick. 

The thing about being sick was, you absolutely hated it, ever since you were a child you couldn’t stand being sick. You hated when your throat hurt and you had to cough, you hated throwing up and the hot and cold flashes that came with having a fever, the chest and body aches where you can’t get comfortable when you’re trying to rest.

But what you hated the most was that your anxiety got worse. It happens every time you get sick, the thought of just a head or chest cold turning into bronchitis or pneumonia. It scared the absolute shit out of you.

Of course your mother would try and comfort you, rubbing your back and hugging you real tight, whispering that ‘everything will be okay’. Anything to soothe you, but sometimes it just wouldn’t work. 

You could be resting, trying to sleep but your mind would go to places where you’d wonder if your chest was hurting because it was more than a small chest cold. That you weren’t going to be okay and you needed to go to the hospital. 

You didn’t want Harry to be around when you had your anxiety attack, you normally can calm yourself down now that you're older and can somewhat take care of yourself. You didn’t want him to see you like that, especially when he’s older and you haven’t been dating that long. 

It was day two of being sick and waking up with a really raw cough and your nose running that you noticed that your chest was hurting more than the day before. You didn’t say anything when Harry woke up and offered to make you some tea with honey and lemon to soothe your aching throat. 

You didn’t say anything when he cuddled up behind you that afternoon after you told him you were tired and wanted to take a nap. Your head on his chest as he rubbed up and down your back softly, soothing the body aches you feel. You didn’t say anything as you both layed there, him falling asleep as your mind ran wild with possibilities that the chest pains you were feeling were more that to do with your cold. 

You only said something when he found you crying on the bathroom floor, having gently slipped from his arms and the bed when your anxiety got to be too much and the tears started to fall. 

“M-my chests h-hurts,” you almost sob, fear leaking into your hoarse voice. 

He nods, brows furrowed in concern, “Ok baby, it’s okay. Let’s get you back in bed.” He softly picks you up bridal style, your arms tightening around his shoulders and you hide your tear stained face in his neck. 

“Shh, darling, everything’s going to be alright.” he coos. 

Harry walks back into your bedroom and over to the side of the bed where all your pillows are propped up because it’s easier to breath sitting up than laying down. He gently places you on the soft mattress, pulling the comforter out from under your sock covered feet and pulling it up under your chin. 

“Just lay back, I’ll take care of you, okay baby?” he whispers, pushing a stray piece of hair off your forehead before he leans down and places a kiss there. You nod, letting out a cough and a weak smile. 

Harry walks into the kitchen and is back a minute later with some medicine, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you as he pours it in the little medicine up and hands it to you, “This is supposed to help ease the pain in your chest and throat, it’s a nighttime medicine which will probably make you sleepy but you need some sleep, i felt you tossing and turning all night last night.” he speaks softly, smiling over at you when you shoot him a small glare. “I also got you some more tea and crackers, because I know you don’t like the taste of the medicine.” Harry laughs softly as the soft smile you shoot him, an immediate mood change from glaring at him just a second ago. 

You quickly take the medicine and immediately reach for the tea harry’s holding, taking a long sip of the warm liquid helping soothe your throat. 

After laying back and Harry climbing in bed next to you, you cuddle up to him, your anxiety slowly floating away as Harry puts on your favorite marvel movies and you eat some crackers. You can feel yourself start falling asleep while the pain you were feeling in your chest eases. 

You fall asleep to Harry softly rubbing your back and placing a kiss to the top of your head while Marvel's Captain America: The Winter Soldier plays in the background.

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[4everhyucks]

Heyo! I hope you're still doing GENSHIN requests?? I'm a little thirsty for Childe drabble or smth. So imagine the fem! Reader being Childe's comrade but they don't get along well (she thinks he is an idiot) until one fight when they get attacked the reader gets wounded with a poison arrow which catches her side b00b. And in order to save her Childe has to eXtRaCt the poison 🦘💕✨ idm if it grows into anything and the ending is up to you... But I BEG U TO WRITE IT YOU'RE SO GOOD AH thank 🛐🇷🇺

thank the poison

pairing childe x fem!reader

cw tit sucking, lots of kissing

navi

You’ve never really liked Childe, he's a literal idiot. The way he speaks, laughs, especially the way he looks at you, pisses you off more than anything in the world. As you hate to say this, he’s flawless, both his fighting and...

his looks.

Another sunrise, another commission to do. "So you're telling me that some hilichurls are wandering outside Wangshu Inn?" Childe leans down to your ears behind you, questioning. "Why can't you ever shut the fuck up, just follow me," you snap at him while picking up your pace, "and stop talking by my ear, I can hear you just fine."

"Hey hey, no need to get all grumpy on me, comrade..." You stomp away from Childe, his murmurs getting softer and softer.

—

You both were almost done with the monsters until one of the hilichurl fires an arrow towards you. "Comrade watch out! Behind you!" You hear Childe's warning but as you turn around, the arrow slice through your clothing, leaving a shallow cut on your side boob. Talk about embarrassing. Looking at the arrow, you see thick purple liquid dripping on the sharp end, "poison?" Immediately, your knees fall to the ground, you wince at the sudden discomfort of not being able to stand up.

Childe quickly finishes off the rest of the hilichurls and runs to you, "are you alright?" It's strange seeing the ginger being worried about you. "Do I look alright to you?" You glared at him, "I can't get up!" You then realize his eyes slowly shifted to where you had been cut. You have no idea why you were getting flustered, lowering your head to hide your burning cheeks. Not aware of how red his face is.

"I'll get a room at the inn," Childe said while swinging you over his shoulders.

"I can't believe I'm getting help from this guy," you sigh, heart racing.

"Said something?"

"Nope."

—

It's surprising how Childe carried you the entire way without complaining about it. He places you down onto the bed softly. "Gonna take a shower real quick," he states, disappearing right after.

That was close. He thought to himself, looking down at his bulge. He decided to ignore it since you were right outside. While you're busy thinking of a solution, you hear Childe snickering by the bathroom door.

"What's so funny?"

"You interested?" He plops down by your legs and taps them, "this poison... you won't be able to walk for at least three hours."

"Three hours?! You're telling me I'm gonna have to stay like this for that long?"

"I can suck it out if you allow me to," Childe jokingly utters, "weak poison doesn't have any effect on me."

The wetness you had in between your thighs since earlier just got worse, but you can't do anything about it. You knew Childe said it as a joke but this sensation you're having just won't go away. It wouldn't hurt to let him... right?

"Comrade, it's just a-"

"Do it." You cut him off.

"What?" Wanting you to repeat what he thought he heard.

"I said do it," you recite your words with your head tilted down.

Childe can feel his pants getting tighter. For the second time today, he found himself staring again. This time not at the cut, but at your tits, entirely. "Are you serious right now?" He breathes out. "Did the poison get to your head or something?"

Unsure of what that meant, you glance at him. Your eyes widen when you see the bulge under his clothing. "Childe, I didn't mean-"

"Oh, you don't get to take it back comrade."

Childe crawls closer to your upper body, hands sliding up your waist then ripping your top off. You instantly cover your breasts with your hands, "that was uncalled for." He gently lifted up your hands, "I don't see why you'd hide such a lovely feature." He stares at them for a good minute. "This is sort of awkward for me, stop staring." Head facing the other way. "No need to get all shy in front of me, princess." His tongue grazing over the cut. You flinch.

Princess? What a cringy word. You say that but deep inside you're probably craving for him to call you all sorts of things. Doesn't matter if it's dirty.

Without notifying you, Childe started sucking the poison out while teasing your nipple, which was so unnecessary. You bite your finger lightly, not aspiring to make too much noise. "You don't have to hold back you know," his voice vibrating against your boob. You shake your head, chest rising up and down. It didn't take him long to get the job done. "I'm done," getting up whilst licking the corner of his lips. Childe felt disgusted by himself, taking advantage of the situation for his own desires. He wants to leave right this second. It was a whole other story for you though, you wanted him to stay, to make you feel good.

It's not enough. Childe grabs the white sheet and tosses it over your torso. This isn't enough. "Get some rest, you'll feel better in a while. I'm leaving." I want you, more.

"Not enough," you mutter, grasping his wrist before he could go. It's soft, but he heard you. "Want you to make me feel good Childe," you pull him down by the hand and grab the back of his neck, connecting your lips to his.

I can't believe this asshole is making me feel this way. It might just be lust right now, but I just might fall in love with this idiot.

You brush your lips on his, delicately. Heat rose in your cheeks as your tongue touched the male's tongue. It was the first time you initiated a kiss. "Sorry, I kinda got taken away-" your trail of words gets cut off when Childe proceeds to kiss you, roughly. He rests his fingers beneath your jaw. To you, the kiss felt so long. You were panting by the time you pull away.

"Could we continue this when my leg feels better?" Your face flushes red, unable to look him in the eye. Fingers interlocking with his.

"Mhm, definitely." Being said, Childe plants a kiss on your forehead.

[actualbird]

irt marius has an ankle tattoo HE HAS ONE IT IS VISIBLEEEE

okay so @kamiaka left this reply on that post

Okay but what if it’s a matching tattoo of some kind? Like…with Giann 👀✨ Apparently both of them were really close (plsIjustneedvonhagenbrotherlylovecrumbs)

and now it's BASICALLY CANON TO ME. YES. ABSOLUTELY. I BELIEVE THEYRE VERY CLOSE and that marius we see now misses him so frigging much and will stop at nothing to find giann. but enough about present angst bc it's time to go into the past

yes marius and giann have matching tattoos and heres how they (emotionally) end up getting it

wc: 1.5k

i imagine it goes like. at 15, marius is on a mission to get as MANY PIERCINGS as he can before he goes off to study in Florence. and giann is stressed because okay yes piercings are deffo safe in 2030 as long as u get them done by a professional and marius does get them by a professional! and that bolsters his confidence to go get a tattoo as well because hello?? art on the body??? thats FANTASTIC!!!!

but marius is 15 and hasnt gone thru his insane growth spurt yet (i hc it happened from 16-18 years old) and most sane professionals are NOT gonna tattoo a tiny little tyke, ESPECIALLY NOT A KID WHO IS VERY OBVIOUSLY THE YOUNGEST VON HAGEN, THEY DONT HAVE A DEATH WISH.

(bc listen, by this point in marius' life, giann is 25 and im sure hes made himself quite the bigshot in the business sphere. commanding, confident, friendly, but very much still hiding the snake fangs that everybody in his family has. fiercely protective over his kid brother, too. mess with the kid and ur gonna go bankrupt for generations.)

so yea marius is going into tattoo parlors with a facemask and hoodie as if that makes the DISTINCTIVE PURPLE EYES any less frigging noticeable. and so with every tattoo artist who turns him away, marius gets more and more frustrated and so hes like "fine!! i'll do it myself!!" and since he knows he wont be able to purchase a real tattoo machine since itd get delivered to the house and somebody might open the package (austin and giann are JUST as nosy as marius ends up being when hes older), marius just decides to fuckinnnn

stick n poke himself

which, when done correctly and cleanly, is fine!!

but marius is 15 and stupid and FRUSTRATED and he disinfects NOTHING. giann's "my baby brother is doing something monumentally idiotic" radar pings like crazy at some point, 2am of a saturday, and he just YEETS outta bed and finds marius in the bathroom about to stab himself several times with NOT DISINFECTED ANYTHINGS!!!

marius gets scolded so much and hes not taking it well because shut up!! shut the fuck up!!! he just wants this and if he cant get it he needs to take matters in his own hands and also please dont tell dad because he'll go "im not angry, im just disappointed" which sucks because disappointed hurts MORE and youre better because at least youre actually angry and----

giann, sighing: im not angry, you idiot. im worried. come on, let's go

marius: go? where?

giann: someplace where you can get a tattoo without the hepatitis

2:30am and marius is in the passenger seat of giann's car, excited but also confused because why? whys giann doing this? sure, it's a weekend but surely hes got more important shit to do than indulge his moron brother. but sometimes marius asks himself questions he doesnt want answers to (because what if giann answers "yes"? whatll marius do then but just shrink into himself so that giann never has to deal with him ever again), questions hes scared to get answers to, so he shuts up and just lets himself look forward to this.

he lets himself squawk when giann jokes around and reaches over to ruffle his hair, lets himself give giann a fucking headache by hooking up his phone to the aux cord and playing music he loves that giann cant stand (i currently have no hcs on marius' taste in music, will revisit later), he lets himself go quiet at some point. when a single red light stops them at an intersection, marius looks out the window, at the city asleep and the both of them awake, and part of marius feels like as long as he's got giann with him, everything will always work out.

3:00am they get to the tattoo parlor (and shhhh the parlor is open all hours, idk, theres a LOT of shifts) and giann has a friend there whos an artist, very lovely woman and shes like "heyyy, finally gonna get that serpent design i showed y----OH MY GOD, GIANN, THAT IS A CHILD."

marius, offended: IM FIFTEEN!!!

her: YES. A CHILD. I JUST SAID.

and giann asks her this as a favor. she'll get paid, duh, but the favor here is to just close her eyes at the fact that yes, marius is a child. hell, giann tries to do puppy eyes and they SUCK (marius does it so much better) and she rolls her eyes and agrees because it's obvious that giann just wants to give the world to this kid.

and the way marius is going through her design portfolio with a twinkle in his eye, well---and marius comments on her wonderful command of colors and how she makes sure that no matter the skin tone, the design is always striking and bold---well, that seals the deal. he's deffo somebody who understands the beauty of wearing art on one's skin.

she agrees tho on the condition that the design he picks is a simple one thatll only take one visit, tonight's visit, bc if she has a kid coming back here often, thatll be sketchy. and marius is like ok and he picks the solid black inverted triangle design we see in the linked post above. alls well and good until she asks "cool, where do you want it?"

marius: ankle

her: oh jesus fucking christ

so, context!!! ankle tattoos fucking hurt severely!!! generally, places near bones likely has more nerve endings, and thus hurt very much. less nerve endings are found in places with more fat, and thus are less painful. theres some exceptions to this rule here n there tho, so heres a nifty chart!!! (bc who knows, maybe you, dear reader, want a tattoo. i come from a family of tattoo lovers and my dad has tattoos on backs of both his hands and MANNNN the way he was in agony. fantastic shit to watch)

huh, where was i? OH YEAH. ANKLE. tattoo artist explains to marius that hes signing himself up for a WORLD OF PAIN and hes like "yeah idc" and he doesnt even have a ~profound~ reason for why he wants the ankle, he just thinks it's cool (which is def reason enough, doesnt have to be deep, with tatts, live ur life!!) so he doesnt care

but GIANN DOES

giann: for the love of god, get it somewhere less painful, please

marius: nope! :3

giann: IM NOT WATCHING U CRY

marius: iM!!! NOT GONNA CRY!!!!!

giann: YES YOU WILL!!!

marius: it'll be fine, youre worrying too much. geez, it's as if youre getting the tatt instead of me. i'll be the one to feel it, 'kay? dont make it your problem

giann, groaning: fuck off, im making it OUR problem

and marius watches just absolutely befuddled and awed as giann rolls up his pants cuff and settles down to get the same tattoo design in the same place with marius.

the tattoo artist is impressed and touched. shes been wanting to get giann tattooed for years, she even made him a killer serpent design, but all those years of nagging never worked. what worked was marius. because giann will always give in to that kid.

tattooing time!! marius indeed doesnt cry, where the HELL did this 15 year old get such a high pain tolerance???? giann does shed a few tears tho. and it's hilarious to marius but he lets giann squeeze his hand whenever he needs to.

when it's all done, they both gingerly walk back to the car (ankle tatts r near the bone so walking is gonna have to be gentle for a while) and when theyre in there, marius feels his question from earlier bubble up again.

why did giann do this? whyd he bring marius here when hes so busy? whyd he get a tattoo with marius when he didnt want to for years?

marius doesnt ask. hes too scared of the answer. but giann knows his little brother like the back of his palm.

he reaches over and pats marius on the head a few times and says "anything you wanna do, kid, i'll always have your back."

and so they go home and marius remembers that. giann will always have his back.

he remembers that years later when giann goes missing

and all of a sudden

nobody is in his corner anymore

(bonus: that tatt design the artist made for giann? the serpent? marius gets it on himself at some point, starting from his back shoulder blade and curling up and over to settle its head close to his collarbone. a protective kind of position, wrapped around him and close to his heart.

he gets it not as a eulogy, but as a promise he isnt going to break. hes going to find giann and giann will be okay. he needs to believe this.

because believing otherwise will destroy him)

[forbidding-souda]

eyo could I request the THH blackeneds with a reader who manages to stop them from killing?? thank u love u

THH blackeneds with a S/O who manages to stop them from killing

tagging this is gonna be a whole thing

this is ,, excluding junko

also this requires me knowing specific things about said cases and I'm not too determined to regoogle how everything went down so this is off of my memory

also i'm so uncreative i'm so sorry but i'm asking kinnies for advice on writing this so shoutout to lollipopcircularsaw my beloved

currently listening: winner takes it all by abba

-Mod Souda

Leon Kuwata

☁ He's going to go back. How can he not? She's locked herself in the bathroom. She's going to tell everyone - everyone is going to know that he's a killer.

☁ All he has to do is get his toolbox. Hopefully you're still asleep. He knows he left it with you before he left for the night.

☁ He opens the door, slow, as slow as he can. Do the floors creek here? He doesn't want to test it.

☁ His heart beats out of his chest. God, (Y/N), please be sleeping. You can't see me like this.

☁ He doesn't even bother closing the door as he begins tip-toeing closer. Where did he put it? In a drawer? Under the bed? In the bathroom? He can hardly see in this dark.

☁ He's wasting time. At this time, Maizono might come out and start hollering for help.

☁ "Leon?" Your sleepy voice sings throughout the lone room. He jumps, every hair on his skin standing up on it's edges before he cranes his neck to look at you.

☁ "Go back to sleep, babe." He says in a voice octaves higher than his own.

☁ What are the pros and cons of finding that toolbox? He'll lose everything. He'll lose you, his dream, his career.

☁ Is it really worth it?

☁ With your silence, it feels like his heart has dropped. "Why are you dressed?" You ask.

☁ "I was just- I was-"

☁ You prop yourself up on your elbows before using a more stern voice. "Close the door and get back into bed."

☁ His body starts to operate on quick breaths and fear. He just needs to find that damn toolbox. Where the fuck did he put it?"

☁ "Leon."

☁ "Of course." He laughs. Strings of small bounds of laughter leaves his lips. It's all he can do.

☁ The toolbox is on the dresser, barely illuminated by the light of the door.

☁ He says, in an empty voice, "I'll come into bed."

Mondo Oowada

☢ He told you his motive. Well, you actually found out, which isn't the same thing but it resulted in the same scenario.

☢ At first, you didn't want to share with him that you had found out.

☢ But you needed context.

☢ He didn't like the fact that you asked. You could almost notice the sweat dripping down from him. He tells you the story after a lot of pestering.

☢ "Mondo, I need to know! This is obviously important if that bear going to use it against you! What are you hiding from me?"

☢ He wanted to get angry, to shove you away and make some snide remark about how you always gotta go thinking everything is about you.

☢ But he stops and thinks. He trusts you a lot. More than he can say he's ever trusted anyone before.

☢ So his words spill out like vomit. You listen closely, not saying a word to interrupt him. He deserves like you; someone who can listen.

☢ You wait until he's done before you say anything.

☢ "Mondo, you are so much stronger than anyone I've ever met. Thank you for telling me this," you have to take in a deep breath before you continue, "I won't tell another soul."

☢ But he wouldn't hear anymore. You think he's strong? Brave; secure; resilient.

☢ In his head, he is weak. Everything he's known for was gifted to him by a sacrifice, one that was his fault, and you still think he's strong?

☢ "Why?" He asks and grabs your shoulders. "Why would you say that?"

☢ You don't even looks scared. It makes him more mad.

☢ He finds himself screaming. "Why aren't you scared of me?!"

☢ Slow, durable breathes leave your lips.

☢ "I know you're not going to hurt me."

☢ "I..." He can't seem to think of anything to say. So you respond for him, filing up the space with positive energy.

☢ "Hey, don't hurt yourself. You have to pinkie promise me you won't doom yourself, okay?" You hold out your pinkie.

☢ He knows what you're trying to say. Don't kill anyone.

☢ He sighs.

☢ And he puts his pinkie around yours.

Celestia Ludenberg

❣ Celestia has always been a lone wolf. Everything in her life, she did alone. Well, other than her cat, who she trusts more than anyways.

❣ That being said, she will never get used to knowing that someone puts their faith in her.

❣ You always encourage her, always lifting her mood and helping her when she needs it.

❣ It feels unfair. Why do you put all of your energy into her - not knowing whether she truly deserves it or not?

❣ That's why, when she constructed the plan in her head, she began to feel anxiety. Anxiety - such a worthless emotion. But it stays deep in her stomach. She started to wonder how you'd react to her being a culprit.

❣ Not well, she guesses. What would you do without her?

❣ Still, she uses her words to convince noble Yamada to kill for her. And she watches the assault firsthand.

❣ It all comes down to this. Does she kill him? Is it really worth it?

❣ It's as if your entire relationship flashes before her eyes. God, she really is in love. In this dire situation, life and death, all she can think about is you.

❣ She puts the hammer down. Yamada turns around, asking her what they will do next.

❣ Instead of responding, she just grimaces before walking out of the room.

❣ "I need to go wake up (Y/N)."

Sakura Oogami

✿ I think you existing in the first place makes her unsure about whether or not to go with her plan. She knows how much you'll miss her. It makes her heart feel sore.

✿ It's all about how everything plays out.

✿ And the rest of the living students have already denied her their ears, so she's feeling a bit more determined. She considers writing you an apology beforehand.

✿ "Sakura?" Your voice echoes through the hall. Her whole body pauses, and a strike of fear runs through her. She had not even considered that you would have gone looking for her.

✿ "I am here." She rings back. With a smile, you rush over to where you hear her voice.

✿ When your face pops up in the doorway, she finds that there is no way that she can lose to the killing game.

✿ But her sacrifice would mean that there would be no way that you would get killed.

✿ Once again, she is put in a tight situation. All she wants is for your - and her other friends - to be safe. If she doesn't do this then there might be another murder. And that will be two more friends losing to Monokuma.

✿ She puts on a smile for you.

✿ You speak, "When I woke up without you, I was so scared."

✿ "Nothing bad is going to happen to me," she assures, "I'm safe."

✿ "Oh, that's good."

✿ She doesn't respond right away. The pause in the air makes you take steps closer to her. You continue, "I wouldn't be able to go on without you, Sakura. I doubt Asahina would either. You mean everything to me."

✿ You hug her tightly.

✿ Tenderly, she puts her arm around you.

✿ There has to be another way, she decides, as her taking her own life would be a betrayal to you.