#the “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! You've known him for ten minutes!”

[beastsovrevelation]

In S1 Ep. 10, Ava should have kissed Adriel. Not because the show would ever intend a romantic arc, or because I ship them. Just for us to witness Mary's reaction, after she blows up the wall, and finds Ava in a liplock with a yet another dude she just met. This time, in a dungeon. Where he spent a thousand years, locked up for suspicious reasons.

[nariism]

{REQ, ONLY IF YOU WANNA! <3]

Can you do a Wriothesley one where we take care of him when he's like sick or injured 👉👈 gotta treat my husband ykyk😞

a/n: hii i'm sorry this is kind of late! got busy with life stuff so i died a bit. anyways please take this sickfic <3

you've been spoiling him to no end.

if his sinuses weren't painfully congested and his throat didn't feel like he just swallowed glass, he would probably be smiling.

right now, he just feels miserable.

wriothesley has always prided himself on being the picture of health. to your utter jealousy, there was absolutely nothing in the world that could get him sick. even in the deepest winters with the chill of the sea sweeping over fontaine, he would walk around with only his jacket dangling off his shoulders.

you'd like to think that this is karma for all the times he rubbed in your face how he would never get sick.

"you didn't have to dive into the water like that," you scold him.

"i did have to," he replies stubbornly, lip jutting out like a child. you smear your finger across his pout to effectively wipe it off his face, laughing when his head falls forward against your shoulder in response.

"it’s just a necklace."

"it’s your favourite necklace." he quickly corrects, as if that would justify the extremity of leaping into the sea and not surfacing for three whole minutes.

"oh, sweetest..." you coo, holding his head against you and laughing again (much to his dismay) when he sniffles in a weak attempt to clear his sinuses. "you didn't have to do that."

you can feel him physically deflating in your hold so you stammer out: "but i really do appreciate you getting it back for me!"

the man just pulls away with a scowl, looking like a mixture of a kicked puppy and a cranky old dog. "you owe me for that."

"owe you?" you repeat in disbelief. "and what would you like, hm?"

"feed me."

"..."

his face lights up again with amusement as you freeze, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water trying to process what's just been requested of you.

if it were anyone else, you would have thought it was a joke. but you've known wriothesley long enough to know the telling pull of his smirk, the lazy yet smug expression screaming that he's being dead serious.

and, well, he did leap off a bridge 30 feet in the air after your charm slipped off your neck. and he did manage to recover it, returning to you like a matted wet animal all pouty and shivering from the cold.

the cherry on top of it all was that he insisted on clipping it back around your neck, prolonging his state of being drenched in freezing sea water and guaranteeing his sickness.

so... you suppose you do owe him this at the very least.

that's how ten minutes later you end up straddling his lap, warm bowl of porridge in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"open." you demand, spoon already squeezing past his lips. he chuckles, allowing you to feed him even in such a compromising position.

you look completely flustered, too. he can feel the tremble of the spoon in his mouth as he swallows his meal. maybe it's the iron grip he has on your hips. maybe it's the fact that your bulky, brooding, monster of a husband is acting like he can't feed himself.

either way, your embarrassment doesn't go unnoticed and you're sure he's enjoying every second of it.

"i should get sick more often," he muses.

you groan, realizing that you'd rather take his endless gloating over this.

"no... please don't."

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[kingkat12]

distracted (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, foul language, oral sex (female receiving), sort of a denial kink, and roman is a fucking tease

summary: you haven't seen your boyfriend, Roman, in a while because of some stupid assignment you have to finish-- and Roman's not going to let that slide

word count: 2,406

My eyes immediately shot towards my bedroom window as I heard someone repeatedly tap against it— I hadn't expected any guests tonight. With a sigh, I got up, unable to suppress my growing smile at the sight of my boyfriend, Roman. I opened my window, watching him sit on my roof with a smug smirk in the moonlight, handsome as always.

"Hey, you," I said, letting out a short sigh; "Rome, I told you I have to study tonight..."

Rolling his eyes, Roman huffed as he made his way past me, making me move away from the window. "But I wanted to see you," he prompted, brushing past the pleasantries, sitting down on the window-sill. Roman reached out for me, his hands resting on my hips as he led me between his legs, looking up at me with his gorgeous, green eyes. "Is Orwell really more important than me?"

I huffed, snaking my arms around his neck. "Oh come on, don't do that to me," I knew he was joking, but I picked up on the slightly whiny hint in his voice. "I've already delayed this assignment a hundred times... You know it's due tomorrow."

"I know," Roman put one hand on the small of my back, pulling me even closer. "Would it speed things up if I helped? I think I had this exact assignment last year." 

"I'm almost done, though," I mumbled, running my fingers through his hair. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that he hadn't put gel in it tonight. "I have about a few hours left."

Roman's smirk immediately grew into a rather big grin, biting his lip as his eyes shimmered with mischief. "So if I distract you for about half an hour or more, you'd still have time to catch up?"

I should've known. Giggling, I buried my face in his hair, inhaling his intoxicating scent. "I don't think that's such a good idea,"

From this angle, it was ridiculously easy for Roman to lean forward and press his lips against my neck, one of his hands traveling into the back pocket of my shorts. "I disagree," he mumbled against my neck, making his way down to my collarbones. "I think it's genius." 

I let my lips part at the sensation of his wet kisses down my neck, feeling as though I had been touch-deprived for a while. Which I actually had been— I had been busy with school all week, having had practically no time to meet Roman. I let out a breathy chuckle at his comment; "No, Rome, I'm dead serious," 

"So am I," 

I gave his hair a gentle tug, pulling him away from my neck. I cupped his face, making sure he was looking at me; "It's already way past midnight, and my parents are home,"

Roman's hand on my back had started to dip under the hem of my shirt, and it was clear that his mind was already elsewhere. "That hasn't stopped us before," he murmured, his thumb now rubbing small circles into my bare skin. "I bet you've been stressing about this stupid assignment for some time now... Let me ease your mind."

It was beginning to sound like a good idea, and that's when I knew I was done for. I wrapped my fingers around both his hands, taking them into mine. "Let me just finish this paragraph, then," 

I led him to my bed, watching him happily splaying himself out on half of it with a blissful smile on his face. With a slight chuckle, I sat down next to him, dragging my laptop back into my lap as I resisted the urge to reach out and run my fingers through his hair again. It was so deadly soft tonight, I could barely resist.

"You have ten minutes," Roman said, smiling softly up at me. "After that, I jump you." 

Tsking, I bit down on my lip, trying not to look too happy about it. Checking the time, I made note of when I should start expecting him to lose his patience. 

And I should've probably calculated a little better, because it didn't go more than three minutes before I felt Roman's hand on my thigh. I glanced at him, watching him meet my eyes with a certain I'm-not-doing-anything look that I knew way too well. I couldn't help but huff; "Rome, it hasn't been more than three minutes—"

"Really?" Roman said with a groan. "Feels like it's been half an hour already."

Chuckling, I turned back to my assignment, trying not to be too distracted by how gorgeous he looked without even trying. How he was just lying in my bed like a Greek god, the moonlight giving away the golden hues in his dark hair— he was fucking glowing. If he didn't have that darn grin on his face, I would've said he looked like an angel; but angelic was definitely not the right word to use for a man like Roman. Not when he was softly tracing up and down my inner thigh with his fingers.

I really, really tried to concentrate. I was supposed to have seven more minutes, after all— six, now. But as I moved my laptop away from my lap, shifting on the bed, Roman wasted no time coaxing my thighs apart, planting himself between them with a swift motion.

Eyes wide, I glanced down at him; "What are you?—"

"Just killing time," Roman mumbled, pressing a wet kiss against my inner thigh which made me shiver. 

"...I shouldn't have let you in through the window,"

He chuckled; "Yeah, you probably shouldn't have,"

I sighed in defeat, deciding I would let him do whatever he wanted for now as long as my hands were free to type. I did my best to scour my brain for the next sentence, but it became increasingly hard as his kisses made their way up my thighs, closer and closer. I wanted to tell him to knock it off, and I opened my mouth, ready to speak— however, nothing came out.

I felt Roman hook his arms under my legs, dragging me a tad bit closer, which had me yelping just slightly. My eyes quickly darted towards the clock, realizing I had about four minutes left. However, as Roman's soft, eager kisses inched closer to the edge of my shorts, I felt myself holding my breath in anticipation— was he seriously about to do this? 

I made the mistake of looking at him, immediately meeting Roman's green, challenging gaze. "What?" he said, his hot breath ghosting over the inside of my thigh. "Am I bothering you or something?"

And something told me that's exactly what Roman wanted. He wanted to bother me, provoke me, and I wasn't about to let him. So I shook my head— and this was the moment I realized I had walked right into a trap.

"Good," Roman said, eyes shimmering with want. "Don't let me distract you."

I held back a frustrated groan; was this what he was playing at? "I won't," I breathed, feeling my throat go dry. Roman and his games.

However, it got damn near impossible as he pulled my shorts aside, his hot breath grazing my underwear. I so desperately hoped there was no trace of my arousal, but I knew there definitely was when I felt his finger press against a rather wet spot over my entrance. 

I glanced at the clock once more— three minutes. My heart thumped hard in my chest as I felt my brain shut down, staring at the Word-document in front of me with nothing going on in my brain other than thoughts of what Roman would do next. 

I knew my cover was blown when he leaned forward, pressing a kiss against my clit through my underwear, making my breath hitch rather loudly. Fuck. 

No matter what, I was not about to let Roman think he had won. I started to type random keys, hoping to make it look like my brain wasn't actively melting at the feeling of his hot breath against my dampening underwear. 

"How's the writing going?" He smirked up at me, words warm like honey. 

Fucker. He knew damn well. "Good," I breathed, clearing my throat-- it was getting increasingly harder to breathe.

Roman hummed; "How many minutes left?"

"Two— No, one,"

With a content smirk splayed across his lips, he licked a stripe right along the crease of my thigh, making me whimper just slightly. At this point, I wanted nothing more than for that minute to be over— screw the assignment. I bit down on the inside of my cheek as I realized he was now drawing forth a hickey on the inside of my thigh, moving further away from where I wanted him the most. This was getting torturous. 

I let out a tiny squeak of joy as I saw that the time was up, tossing my laptop far away on the bed as I propped myself up on my elbows. "Done!"

"Yeah?" Roman looked up at me, his green eyes practically sparkling in the moonlight as he hooked his fingers around my underwear, dragging it off. "Thank God." He wasted no time dipping his head between my legs, licking a wet stripe up along my sex which made me go weak, lying back down on the bed with a content sigh. After having worked my ass off with this assignment, I realized that Roman might be right; this might be exactly what I need. 

"Fuck, Rome," I reached down to run my fingers through his hair, smiling at the feeling of how soft it was as I tried to steady my breathing.

Roman repeated the action, his wet tongue sliding up my slit dreadfully slow once more. It only dragged out the feeling, setting my nerves on fire and making my toes curl— I was getting desperate at this point; "Roman, please—"

But I had never known Roman to be merciful, and I shouldn't have counted on it either. This time, he did it once more, but so stupidly soft, I couldn't help but squirm, my legs giving in to a slight quiver. The hand I had in his hair tightened, hanging onto him as he traced a circle around my clit, careful to ignore my burning need. "Please, Rome, be nice," I breathed, trying my best not to whimper, wanting more.

Roman hummed, pulling away with a smug smile splayed across his lips. "I'll be nice if you let me take you out on Saturday,"

I wanted to cuss him out so bad— he knew I had an exam on Monday, he knew I didn't have time. "You want to talk about this now?—"

"Just two hours," Roman said, leaning down to press a short kiss against my clit, making my back arch off the bed in surprise. "We'll grab a coffee to get you some energy, fuck in the car, and then you'll be right back."

I let out a broken whimper, knowing I wouldn't be able to say no when my mind was in this state. And who would say no to a free coffee and a steamy session in the back of Roman's car? I nodded, defeated; "Sounds good,"

Beaming with victory, Roman decided he had teased me enough as he dipped back down between my legs, wrapping his lips around my aching sex. He hummed as he gently sucked my clit, but still firm enough to drive me crazy. 

The quiver of my legs returned and my breath came out in short, shaky gasps. Roman's fingers dug into my thighs as I raised my hips, rocking against his mouth in desperation, wanting so bad to have more of him— but instead, he forced my hips down, holding me in place as he continued to keep me on the edge.

Frantic, my free hand grabbed my bedding, biting down on my lip to suppress any load moans. "Shit, Rome, I'm close—" I breathed, feeling the familiar tightening of my stomach, a knot of pleasure balling up in my system. 

I got ready for Roman to pull away as he usually did, ready for him to deny me what I wanted most. However, when he didn't, keeping a steady rhythm, my eyes widened as I realized he was giving me a wordless green light of permission. 

And the knot in my stomach tightened, shrinking more and more until it had no other choice but to release, making my back arch off the bed with a broken moan as I reached my climax. I felt Roman's lips leave me, a shaky breath seeping out of me in relief and exhaustion.

I barely had the energy to let out a small fuck, Roman's accompanying laugh making me blush with the realization of what had just happened. He laid down next to me, pulling me in for a sweet kiss. I did my best to block out the taste of myself on his lips, letting out a sigh as calmness washed over me. "You were right, Rome... I needed that,"

Roman chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face with gentle strokes. "Believe me, I know," 

If I hadn't been working on that stupid assignment for several days straight, barely allowing myself to take any breaks, I would've probably not felt as tired as I did right now. My lashes fluttered slowly, growing more and more drowsy as Roman leaned forward, pressing his wet lips against my forehead. 

"That was really nice," I breathed, still feeling the remnants of my orgasm in my fingertips.

Pulling me closer, Roman hummed; "I'm glad,"

And in any other circumstance, I would've returned the favour he just did me— if it hadn't been for the fact that sleep embraced me like a warm duvet.

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I woke up the next morning as though I had heard a gunshot, eyes screwed shut with the remnants of my deep sleep. Blindly patting around my bed for my laptop, realizing I had missed out on several precious hours of writing my assignment, I sighed as I didn't feel Roman next to me. He never stayed over, mostly because none of us wanted to be caught by my parents, but it still stung waking up alone. Every damn time.

Finally finding my laptop, I opened my eyes with a slight groan, sleepy beyond belief. However, as I spotted a post-it stuck to the front of it, my eyes rounded out in surprise;

woke up early, finished it for you. picking you up around three. good morning, baby

I let out a tiny squeak, beaming down at the note. God, he was the best.

[seokminfilm]

mosquito | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, fluff, established relationship, clingy seokmin, pet names (reader uses 'sweetheart' and seokmin uses 'baby' & 'love'), lyr in her soft seokmin hours

now playing: mosquito, pinkpantheress

As you scanned the shelves for a jar of tomato sauce, your phone rang in your pocket, vibrating against your body. Picking it up, you sighed when you saw the name on the screen, answered it, and brought the phone to your ear as you sighed. "Seokmin."

Your boyfriend was known for his clingy nature—all of his friends and your friends knew about his attachment to you, and teased him for it. You couldn't go very far or long without him texting or calling you to ensure you were okay; you thought it was adorable, but in some situations (like this one) it was slightly exasperating.

"I miss you, love. When are you coming home? Where are you?" Seokmin's voice had a pout to it, and you could imagine his face from your spot in the sauce aisle—brown eyes wide with his soft lips jutted out like a child having a tantrum.

"Sweetheart, I'm on my way. I'm shopping for dinner tomorrow and picking up some extra groceries. Just a few more things on my list and I'm done." You reassure him, voice calm as a sigh tumbles through the phone's speakers.

"Please hurry up. Please—I want to see you. It's been almost all day since we've talked face to face," Seokmin wasn't lying either, and your heart clenched at his words: your workplace was busy today, and you didn't get time to call him on your lunch break like usual. It's been hours since you've heard his voice, and now he's calling you every forty-five minutes because of the simple fact.

"I'll hurry up, Seokkie, I promise." You smile, and Seokmin falls silent for a few seconds, humming in response as you start to push the cart and hang up on him.

"No—please don't hang up on me," Seokmin's rich voice is now high-pitched and whiny, and you sigh, tempted to rub your temples as you go to the location of the last item on your list.

"I'll stay with you on the phone, okay? Just don't hang up on me. I want to hear your voice, baby." Seokmin's in his whiny mode, but you sigh nevertheless, agreeing as Seokmin now has a smile in his voice. "Tell me how your day has been."

Listening to Seokmin's words like he's the mature one here, you tell him about your day, detailing everything that went on from beginning to end. Seokmin listened intently, adding comments when he wanted to and complimenting you for how you handled certain situations.

"Well, I've got to check out our groceries now," You sigh, pulling your cart into a checkout aisle. "Do you really have to go now, though?" Seokmin was still persistent—it didn't even really annoy you anymore, you were just so surprised he missed you this bad.

"Seokmin, yes, I do. Call me in five minutes, okay? I'll answer," you promise him. Seokmin falls quiet on the other side of the phone, obviously thinking about the promise you just made to him.

"You better answer. I'm serious." Seokmin's voice is devoid of emotion, highlighting his seriousness. You smile and say goodbye, but it takes about ten extra minutes because Seokmin insists on using every pet name in the book before finally telling you he loves you. Once the call ends, you sigh and begin to quietly unload the cart.

After you finish paying for the goods and take them to the car, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pick it up, unsurprised that he was there and waiting for you.

"You're a diligent boyfriend, aren't you?" You chuckle, bundled up as you stuff yourself in three jackets and walk to your car with a wet nose and awful cough.

"The very best," Seokmin's voice is soft and sweet, and you giggle at his words, finishing your load up as you crank on the engine and start heading out. "I'm on my way home. I'm gonna see you soon," You smile, and Seokmin cheers on the other side of the phone, obviously ready to see you as his voice raises in pitch.

"I can't wait to have you back in my arms, love. I'll leave you alone while driving, okay? Drive well." Seokmin's goodbye makes your heart flutter, and you speed down the street, ready to give yourself to a selfless boyfriend like he was.

You felt on cloud nine when Seokmin hung up, and you sped down the road even faster, ready to soothe all of your sweet boyfriend's clingy worries and concerns.

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[atlafan]

You fucked up again. Just when Harry thinks you've learned from your mistakes, you go and do something ten times as devious. Which is why he's giving you that same glazed over look, the one where he's concocting severe punishments. It's not anger, it's almost exhaustion. It's giving, "how many times do we have to teach you this lesson, old man" from Spongebob. But unlike last time when you accidentally pushed him too far, this was purposeful.

Harry has a grueling job. He works a lot of long hours, he has to deal with idiots all day long, and he cannot stand the other partners at his firm. You were his saving grace. You, who was working as a para-legal just to support yourself while you ran your online jewelry store, started assisting Harry. You'd pull the files he needed. You could type more than 100 words a minute. And you had been so innocent. Not naiive, not a prude, but you were blissfully ignorant, and Harry found that to be very cute. So, when you inevitably started hooking up after one too many long nights together, he opened your eyes to a whole new world of kinky sex. He was so serious about it, explaining that he needed someone to be rough and mean with, but also craving to take care of someone and spoil them with affection. And because he had made you come so hard you cried, you were hooked on him, so you went with it.

You've been together a year now, you live together, and you're thinking of maybe getting a dog soon. You don't report directly to Harry anymore, though. You assist another person in another department. It was the only way you two could date without it being a big deal for the firm.

Tonight is a big night. They're announcing the new junior partners, and since Harry is a senior partner, he gets to pin the two people he's been mentoring. He's actually pretty excited about it, or he was until he saw you step out of the bathroom and back into your shared walk-in closet. He's standing there, half dressed, frozen with fury as he watches you pick out which rings and bracelets you're planning to wear. You double take after seeing the look on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked innocently.

"I told you not to wear that dress." He responded lowly.

"You asked me not to wear it, and I never agreed or disagreed. You can't tell me what I can and can't put on my body, Harry."

"You're making me sound controlling, that's not what this is about. You know you look stunning and sexy in that goddamn red dress, and you know it drives me insane because I know for a fact that you're not wearing anything underneath it. That's why I asked you not to wear it. I saw you eyeing it the other day, I should have known."

"I can't wear underwear with this, the fabric is too clingy and I hate having panty lines. It's just a dress. Show some self control."

And that's when the look changed. You swallowed hard and tried not to falter under his gaze. He slowly stalks toward you, still half naked, his abs and other chiseled features fully on display.

"I have plenty of self control." He said as he hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. "And you know better than anyone else that I love showing you off and letting everyone around us know that you're mine and mine alone and that they'll never know you or have you the way that I do." He brings his fingers up to squish the sides of your cheeks. "You have plenty of other dresses. I'd like you to go put a different one, and save this one for my eyes only."

"No." You say through your puckered lips.

"No?"

"No."

"That's final answer?"

"It took me forty-five minutes to get ready, I'm not starting over. The hair and the makeup go with the dress. I'm not changing."

He looked you up and down, smirked, then let you go. You watched him carefully as he pulled his shirt and suit jacket on. You weren't sure what he was going to do, but you're standing your ground on this.

"Babe?" He calls to you from the bedroom, so you leave the closet with your ruby clutch in hand and meet him by his dresser.

"Do you need help with your tie, sweetheart?" You ask ignorantly.

"No, I'm not wearing a tie tonight. I'm doing the open button thing, but thank you for offering. Pull up the skirt of your dress for me."

You furrow your brows but does as he says. He gets down on one knee and starts kissing up your leg. He pulls something out of his jacket pocket and your stomach drops. He hears you gasp, and he looks up at you wickedly.

"I'm going to put this inside you."

"Harry, please, this is a work event, I can't have my come dripping down my legs."

"It won't be come because you won't be coming. I'm going to do as I please with this tonight." He turns the little egg-shaped vibrator on and holds his phone up next to it to pair to the Bluetooth. "Perfect. Alright, spread 'em." He looks up at you, his features turning softer. "Do you need your safe word? It's okay if you'd rather wait until we get home to be punished. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"No." You smile softly down at him, gently caressing his cheek. "I'm okay, daddy, go ahead."

He kisses the inside of your knee as he works the toy inside of you. He stands back up and taps one of the settings in the app to give you a test vibration to make sure it's working properly.

You're in for a long night.

What puzzled you most was that Harry hadn't done anything to you yet. He didn't turn the toy on in the car. And you've been at the party for an hour already, and he still hasn't done anything. The anticipation has been killing you. Maybe that was his plan all along. You see your boss and roll your eyes as he stuffs his face with shrimp from the raw bar. You hate him. Part of you wanted to wear your red dress tonight because you wanted to show that sweaty hog that he could look all he wanted, but he'd never be able to touch you.

It's when you're taking a sip of your martini while talking to some of the other paras that you feel the toy kick on. It's starts off with little pulsations, then moves along to steady vibrations. You pinch your thighs together as discretely as you can. You're starting to sweat, and you're starting to let little noises out. You're covering them with coughs and whatnot, but after ten minutes of this, you're starting to get uncomfortably wet. It's all so torturous because as good as it feels, you're not getting any external stimulation, which you need in order to come, so this is all just edging. And you love being edged, so even though it's torture, it's also the absolute best.

Harry knows this. He can see it on your face. You two lock eyes, and you pout at him, pleading. He can't resist you for long, not while you're wearing that dress. Before he can get to you, your boss approaches you, which makes Harry stop short. You had mentioned how he had been such a douchebag lately. He wants to watch the exchange.

"You look incredible." Your boss grinned.

"I know." You snap.

"What are you doing wearing a tight thing like that for? It leaves little to the imagination."

In your head, you don't see how that's true. It's a mermaid style halter with an open back, and the front is separated so you can just see the outline of of the inner parts of your breasts. But because it's a gown, there's an air of class to it. Your hair is up, plenty of pieces out in the front to frame your face. You look stunning. There are plenty of women at this party dressed similarly.

"Don't look at me too much, then." You respond after taking a careful sip of champagne. You're sweating while having that stupid toy inside you. You have to grit your teeth and pinch your nails into your palms to stay composed.

"I'm afraid that's impossible. I think you wore this to get my attention, not that you need help in that department."

"You're being inappropriate. I wore this for myself. I like the way I look in it. It's also one of Harry's favorites, so-"

"I can't believe you're still with that guy. He's like a lump on a log. He's only charismatic with his clients, you know?"

"We live together, so I'd like to think I know him pretty well."

"You deserve to be with someone that can make it so you never have to work another day in your life."

"I like working."

"No one likes working."

"I just said I like working."

"You like making jewelry. Wouldn't you rather do that full time?"

"I-" Your breath hitches when you feel the pulsations start to work in tandem with the vibrations. You're going to kill him.

"Are you feeling alright?" Your boss takes one of your hands, but before he can do anything else, Harry comes up and puts his arm around your waist.

"Bill, she really doesn't like it when you touch her. Look at her, she looks like she's going to be sick, so instead of continuing to make her more uncomfortable, why don't you just walk away. You get away with too many things here, but not for much longer."

"Is that a threat?"

"If you want to take it as one, be my guest." His grip on your hip tightens and you can't help but whimper. "Excuse us." Harry's hand moves to the small of your back to lead you out to the coat check room. He gets you in and locks the door behind you. "Are you alright?" He cups her jaw and looks you over."

"Yeah, th-thank you for getting me - shit - away from h-him." You grit your teeth and pinch your eyes closed, bracing your hands flat against Harry's chest. "Please, I can't...I can't take much more of this, it's been almost two hours."

"I know, and you've done so well for me. I'll turn it off and take it out if you tell me why you wore this even after I asked you not to. I know you can put whatever you want on your body. I just like it when you save certain things for me, for us."

"I hate my boss." You say, still bracing yourself against him. "He makes passes at me all the time. I just wanted to torture him a little, to let him know he'll never know what's underneath all this fabric."

"Sweet girl." He tilts your chin up so you'll look at him. "If Joe was being that big of a prick, why didn't you say something to me?"

"I don't want to run to you to fight all my battles for me. I need to be able to lean on myself."

"If he's sexually harassing you, then you should come to me so I can go with you to HR. You know they don't listen unless someone of higher rank complains. It's fucked up, but that's just how it is. I want the culture to change, but it's slow going."

"I know." You cry, almost feeling ready to drool from how worked up you are. "You're not one of the cogs in the machine, and that's one of the many things I love about you, Harry. I'm sorry I upset you by wearing this because I know you're only upset because you just want to rip it off with your teeth"

"That's right." He backs you up against the closest wall, not caring about any of the coats hanging up being knocked to the floor. He kisses you hard and hot, bending at the knee a bit to get a hand under your dress. He moans into your mouth as he slides his fingers through your folds. "You're soaked, beyond soaked."

"Please, daddy, please." You say breathlessly as he plays with you.

"You sound so good when you're begging. Keep going." He nips at your earlobe before licking and sucking at your neck.

"Please, take it out, daddy. Then you can fuck me in here and I'll do whatever you say."

"You'll need to be quiet. I'll have to stuff the toy into your mouth." He brushes your bottom lip with his thumb and you nod. "Need your safe word?"

"No, god no."

He smirks and pulls the toy out of you, pressing down on the button to turn it off. He whimpers when he feels so much of your slick drip out. He puts the toy inside his own mouth first, moaning at the taste of you, then he puts it into your mouth. He hikes your dress up and immediately gets his middle and ring fingers inside of you. You whine around the toy and clutch at the lapels of his jacket as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, beating into your g-spot. The heel of his palm works to ground down against your clit, making your head roll back. He sponges kisses to your throat as you tug at the hair on the back of his head. Your eyes burst open when you feel yourself start to get close. You're going to explode, and you're all of a sudden worried about ruining the jackets in this closet.

"Don't you dare hold back on me. Fuck the jackets, baby, make a mess." He growls, pounding into your harder.

You're moaning uncontrollably around the toy. You start gushing with his fingers still inside of you, and he doesn't let up. You're coming hard and it feels like it's going to be never ending. This is why you like being edged. You'll take a solid sixty-second orgasm over a ton of little quick ones. Harry slows down his pace, weaning you off of him, before taking his fingers all the way out. He sucks them into his mouth as he fixes your dress. He takes the toy out of your mouth and stuffs it into his jacket pocket while you take his fingers to lick and suck on.

"My good girl." He coos, caressing her cheek. "My good, fucking girl." He catches a glimpse of his watch and sucks his teeth. "Shit, we need to go back to the main room. The pinning is going to start soon."

"Okay, just, let me catch my breath." She says. "Daddy, is my makeup all fucked?"

"Only a little." He wipes under your eyes for you. "Still gorgeous as ever."

"Thank you." You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tight. He holds you close, giving you gentle kisses and whispering sweet words into your ear. "Thank you." You whisper. "Can we go home after the pinning?" You ask as he opens the door and you walk out of the coat check room.

"Eager for daddy's cock?" He grins.

"Always."

[callsign-rogueone]

not joking - r.g.

Ridoc Gamlyn x rider!reader There aren’t many things that Ridoc is serious about, but your safety is one of them. [requested by anon] wc: 519 (sorry it’s short, I’ll definitely write more for Ri in the future!) 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS, slight violence and injury, Cat (and her gryphon) being a bitch. no pronouns are used for the reader!

The first two hours of the “team-building” hike that the Lieutenant Colonel had been so enthusiastic about have done nothing to soften the relationship between the riders and fliers, and you’re doubtful that the next ten will do it, either. Exhaustion is starting to set in, shortening everyone’s patience, and the freezing temperature isn’t exactly helping.

Having Cat and her gryphon directly behind you is wearing on your nerves. The creature is equally nasty as its human, and has made its distaste for you known all morning, snapping its beak whenever you turned to check on the rest of the squad behind you. It’s already lunged at you once, and it likely will again.

You slow toward the top of an ascent, filling your lungs. You can see flat land ahead, which according to the map each squad has been given, means you’re nearly a quarter of the way there. But the sense of relief is temporary. 

You cry out in pain as claws rake down the back of your calf, and Ridoc whips around from where he stands ten feet in front of you. It’s easy enough for him to piece together what happened from the way you’re clutching your leg and the smug satisfaction on Cat’s face.

He glares up at Cat. “Control your fucking bird," he warns.

Cat doesn’t react, just glares at Ridoc with contempt.

“I’m not joking. Tell him to knock it the fuck off, or we’ll barbecue him for dinner at the top of the mountain. Should be enough for everybody.”

Cat simmers with anger, but Sawyer has already placed himself between you and the flier, who looks at the squad leader expectantly, like a child whose classmate has just pulled their hair and wants the teacher to make them stop. The irony.

“Five minute break, and we continue. Hydrate.” Rhiannon declares in her squad-leader voice, not acknowledging either of them. You know she's on Ridoc's side, she's just too responsible to say so aloud.

Ridoc kneels in front of you, cold hands pulling your foot up to rest on his leg so he can dress the three short wounds.

“I’m fine, Ri. It’s just a graze,” You say quietly, attempting to soothe him. You've haven't seen him like this since the first day of gauntlet training, which feels like it was years ago with how much you've all been through.

He takes a long strip of cloth from his pack, wrapping it around your calf tightly. “It’s not about the severity,” he responds, inspecting his work, “it’s that they dared to hurt you at all.”

Cat still looks like she wants to kill you, but she remains silent. If she can shut up and keep her gryphon out of trouble for the next ten hours, everyone will make it up to the summit alive.

“Are they tied to one another in the same way you and Lieutenant Riorson are?” Maren, the kind flier, asks quietly.

“No,” Violet answers, still watching the pair of you. You’re smiling again, laughing at another of his jokes. “Their dragons aren’t bonded. That’s just love.”

[iwantacoolusernameman]

Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

★ Starry Night ★

You didn't plan on standing infront of his dorm room this late at night but here you are anyway. A little hesitant you knock and one of his roommates opens the door.

"Is-" you start but the guy at the door doesn't give you a second second of his attention. Without even giving you a hello, he looks back over his shoulder to call for Akaashi. What other reason would there be for you to show up here after all? You hear the way the loud room quiets into snickering as soon as Akaashi's name falls and your voice reaches the curious ears inside, and when your dark haired friend shows at the door seconds later, his roommate disappears back into the room but not before flashing a knowing smirk to the both of you.

"Are you busy right now?" You ask Akaashi but don't wait for an answer. "Put on a jacket, let's go outside for a bit." It's not a demand but a request.

And what was he gonna do? Say no? To you? Of course not. The boy is smitten with you. The guys in his dorm would occasionally make fun of him, calling him your lapdog. Not that you knew anything about any of that.

Akaashi sighs and disappears back into the room, leaving the door ajar. As he's grabbing a hoodie to throw over his t-shirt, the roomate from earlier reappears at the door, leaning casually against the frame with his arms crossed and a smug grin. "Taking our pal for a late night date?" He teases you.

"Ignore him." Akaashi walks past his friend before you can even process the question and walks out into the hallway next to you, pulling the collar of his hoodie over his head and adjusting his glasses.

"Let's go," he says, tugging at your arm , already walking you away from the room, not sparing his smirking roommate a single glance or saying bye.

"Have fun you two!" His roommate calls after you as you're walking down the hallway. Once you're out of sight Akaashi glances over to you.

"It's ok to tell him to shut his mouth if he makes you uncomfortable y/n," he tells you while opening the door that leads you two out of the building.

"It's fine. I wasn't uncomfortable," you reassure him as the cool but comfortable night air hits your face.

He nods subtly. "Where are we going by the way?"

"Just walking around. I just wanted to see you. No, actually.. there's something I've been meaning to tell you." The words roll off your tongue so casually as if you're talking about the weather, not like you've been nervously staring at your own reflection for the past ten minutes in your bathroom mirror, trying to come up with the perfect phrasing to confess until you decided fuck it.

He's focused on listening intently on what you're about to tell him but you don't say a word and he doesn't push you to say anything either. So you just walk for a bit in that silence, accompanied by the sound of your footsteps, until you reach a well known place to the both of you. The ground is covered in grass and a few bushes give you a bit of cover from any curious windows that might be looking outside.

There you sit down and pat the grass beneath you. Akaashi doesn't has to be asked twice before sitting down next to you with his legs crossed. His fingers start plucking the grass beneath him as he waits for you to continue. He doesn't say much but you can tell he's wondering, curious why you called him out this late. Not that it was the first time but usually you'd have a reason. Like, I've had a stressful day, can we walk for a bit? Or I couldn't sleep, wanna get some fresh air with me? Or Listen to this! Followed by at least 20 minutes of you yapping non stop about whatever had happened during your classes that day and what was on your mind. He didn't mind. Listening to you didn't tire him.

But today's reason was There's something I wanna tell you in that casual yet serious tone which was a bit weird, considering it came from you, who was normally more direct with your words, saying what's on your mind right there and then without dragging it out.

But you still don't continue and Akaashi's curiosity only grows. He wants to ask you again but right when he opens his mouth to do that, you let out a sigh and lay down on the grass, the back of your head softly kissing the ground. He shuts his mouth and his confused expression lingers on you for a little while before he eventually lays down beside you.

"Why are we laying down?" He asks as you're both staring up at the twinkling stars above.

"Why not?" You question back. "Maybe I wanted to watch the stars with you. Mission success," you joke but it's not really a joke. His heart starts to beat a little faster when he hears your words.

Maybe I wanted to watch the stars with you.

"You're a sap," he tells you quietly.

"I know deep down you're a sap too," you reply while turning your head to the side, only to find him already looking at you. A satisfied smile creeps onto your lips at the sight.

"Point proven," you whisper and see how he returns your smile when he realizes he got caught staring at you starry eyed. Instead of answering he props himself up on his side and looks down on you, his glasses sliding down a little bit as he does so, and you have to resist the urge to reach your hand up and caress his cheek.

"There was something you wanted to tell me," he reminds you and pushes his glasses back up.

"I like you." There, you said it. All that walking back and forth in your room, trying to find the right words to not make a fool of yourself feels so silly to you now.

He just keeps staring at you but you can't read his expression. And you don't want to read his expression, you just want him to tell you he feels the same.

"No, let me rephrase that.." you start again. "I have feelings for you."

"I heard you the first time," he tells you softly.

"Why aren't you saying anything then?" You wonder.

"I'm thinking."

You scoff. "What's there to think about? Either you like me too or you don't."

"I do but.. what if-"

"Don't think about things that haven't happened yet. If you feel the same right now, that's enough for me."

"I do," he repeats himself, with more certainty this time, and you finally allow yourself to place your hand on his cheek. The sudden touch of your cold fingertips on his hot cheek make him slightly flinch at first and momentarily you think of pulling away, wondering if you've acted too rash but soon enough he closes his eyes and melts into your touch.

"Your roommates know too, don't they?" You ask him, recalling their more and more often recurring teasing over the past few months.

He hums in approval.

"They figured it out themselves tough. I never affirmed their suspicions."

"Affirmed their suspicions," you make fun of his choice of words, unable to hold back a chuckle. "What is this, a detective novel?"

He opens his eyes and smiles softly at your teasing. You're really the only one he'll let get away with acting that way towards him. No eyerolls or sassy remarks. No, not you.

"What was your plan if I didn't feel the same?" He wants to know, searching for a genuine answer in your eyes.

"I didn't think that far," you admit seriously at first but then continue in a half joking manner. "I guess I would've told you it's fine and then let it eat me up inside silently and we would have grown apart because it would be too painful for me to be around you so I'd distance myself and I'd cry to 'The One That Got Away' by Katy Perry."

"A sap and a hopeless case then," he concludes and a giggle bursts from your lips.

"Your sap and hopeless case now... if that's what you want of course." There's a hint of uncertainty in your bold statement. It's almost a question and he takes notice how your smile hides a nervousness you're trying to conceal.

His hand reaches down on your face, his thumb gliding over the bridge of your nose, your eyebrow and eventually lands on your cheek.

"Would you like to be my sap and hopeless case?" He asks with the tiniest bit of playfullness in his fond voice.

"I'd like to be your girlfriend," you say, the relief crystal clear in your voice now, "if that's the same as being a sap and hopeless case to you."

"It is," he reassures you and you close your eyes, tilting your head into his palm.

"Sorry for making you come out this late," you apologize. "I don't mind if you wanna go back to your room now."

He doesn't reply right away and you're not sure if he's lost in thought or just doesn't wants to go back just yet. You certainly know that you don't want to go back just yet.

"There's something I'd like to do actually," he finally says, "before we go back."

"What is it?" Your eyes open and look at him with curiousity.

"Can I kiss you?" His hopeful eyes look at you with anticipation and you notice the way he seems to be holding his breath.

A swarm of butterflies spread from your belly all the way up to your chest at his unexptected question and you immediatly prop yourself up on your elbows, causing him to slightly lean back up as well. Your answer comes in the form of a hesitant nod.

"I've never kissed anyone before though," you tell him.

"Me neither," he admits as his thumb keeps gently caressing your flushed cheek, "if that makes you feel any better."

"Don't mess it up then," you warn him jokingly. He just gives you another small smile before his gaze falls onto your lips. As he's leaning in, you immediatly close your eyes and feel your heart start to race faster and faster. Before you even have the chance to think about what to do his lips are already melting with yours, soft and warm unlike the cool air that chapped your lips, and you realize you don't even have to think as you kiss him back. The frames of his black glasses press against your face and it feels like you're returning to something you forgot brings you so much joy. It's new and exciting but with a sense of safe familiarity. Like this is just right and there's nothing but you two that exist in that moment, at least in your mind. He pulls away rather quickly but you don't mind, you just can't help but wonder if he felt the same way yet the words stay on your tongue. His gaze meets yours and you feel truly tongue tied for the first time in your life.

"So this is how to shut you up," he jokes, the smile on his lips matching the shine in his eyes. Or maybe you're just feeling so love struck that everything about him is shining in that moment. The twinkling stars above couldn't even compare.

Your own lips turn into a smile as you slowly start to come back to your surroundings and find your words.

"Oh, come on," you place your palm on his hand and gently press it against your cheek while simultaniously pressing your cheek against his hot palm. "I know you love my yapping."

"I do," he confesses and you watch him silently while he adjusts his glasses with his free hand.

"Shall we go back?" He asks you, sliding his hand out from inbetween your palm and cheek to stand up and holds it out help you up.

You take his hand without hesitation, allowing him to pull you up on your feet and neither of you let go of the other as you start making your way back.

"Akaashi," you say as you enter the building.

"Did you finish the book you borrowed from me by the way? It's been quite a while since I've seen it."

"Right, sorry I kept it so long," he sounds a little apologetic but you can't really be mad at him anyway. "I finished it the other day. I can give it back to you now."

"Something tells me the boys are gonna tease you bad tonight if we show up like this," you chuckle, slightly swinging your hands back and forth as you're walking down the hallway.

"I don't care," he says while interlacing your fingers. "They've been doing it all this time anyway."

"So you're saying it's finally time to affirm their suspicions then?" You ask, amusement dancing in your voice.

He looks at you with that soft smile and those starry eyes of his.

"You know it."

[tesalicious2]

Kit Fisto's Scuba Troopers

Lets go! (halfway through this became OC time)

Monnk was reconditioned once when he was 3 standard because Dred Priest was trying to get at the Mandalorian training Monnk (they were basically father and son, the Mandalorian giving Monnk his name and his sea dragon on his armor)

He was a very playful and joyful child until the reconditioning, the old personality is still there but is rarely shown anymore

After Monnks reconditioning, he didn't remember how to do anything so all of his fellow CCs and Scuba troopers retaught him so he doesn't fall behind, thanks to them he wasn't decommisioned

Kit Fisto had an incredibly hard time reading Monnk at first, feeling a blank wall in the Force but flickers of brightness

Kit's playful attitude when off duty helped bring out some of Monnk's old personality and Monnk will now crack smiles and make the occasional joke

Kit finds out abut the reconditioning after a hard battle that ended with Monnk in the bacta tank and it was marked in his file

The Scuba Troopers mostly take after Monnk's old personalility, being very playful and pranks are common in the Acclimator

Though, they can get serious very quickly and they are masters at fighting underwater

They have an extra set of armor, they underwater gear, while also having to maintain their snow, sand, and regular gear

Their CMO, Plague, known for treating infections and his harsh and constant anger. Do not make him mad or play any pranks in his Medbay. He is apart of the scariest batch of medics to come out of Kamino

He has/can/will scream at his patients (including generals)

(These include Sacrifice of the 104th, Agony of the Corries, Reaper of the Marine Corps, and Suffering of the 327th. They were one of the first batches of medics and the original Mandalorian Trainer was very hands on. Their attitude comes from her, she adores them the most.)

When meeting his batch, Plague is much more chill and can be seen smiling

If you want to get on his good side, you get one chance (your first visit that isnt the standard 'this is the medbay, i'm here to help')

If you come in on your own and are honest about what happened he will treat you nicely (no screaming, just silent treating of injuries)

If you had to be dragged in, complain, down play your injuries, don't say all of them, try to worm out, make excuses, lie about why you're there, kiss his ass (not so much but this is usually accompanied by any previous thing on this list), or he finds you before you come to him, you've lost and no longer get his good graces

so far, only one shiny has his good graces and is absolutely his favorite

Cancer was a fresh off Kamino shiny who was quiet and clearly uncomfortable with his batchmates being in another battalion. He came in two weeks after picking him up with a freshly bleeding slice in his face from where he fell in the mess and cut himself of a bench corner

He was warned against going to the med bay but went alone, Plague found something in his chest when they met (affection?) and was taken in by the shiny apologizing and explaining what happened. Cancer made no fuss and listened very well, when Plague checked on him in a week, his injury was gone!

Cancer made Plague speechless and ten minutes later Cancer was changed to a medic track with a new Ori'vod

Cancer excelled in the medic track and quickly took after Plague, however he didn't have his anger instead doing the "you're dissapointing me, i thought you were better than that" mixed with baby sad eyes which is somehow worse

Originally his name was Fungus (dubbed by others), because he grew on Plague quickly. Plague offered the name Cancer to which the newly dubbed Cancer hugged Plague

Plague moved Cancer to his room, since as CMO he gets private quarters

Cancer is completely aware of the favoritism and totally takes advantage (he may be a shiny, but Plague has taught him to guilt trip so hard.)

Plague has introduced Cancer to his batch and they adore him, Cancer became the most untouchable clone in the whole army

Due to the nature of their battalion, the medics can fix simple injuries and surgeries underwater and their belts have cloth loops to slide medical tools into

The ARCs can't wear their kamas or pauldrons underwater so their armor is painted to mimic the shapes of them, made up of swirls or wavy lines, their normal gear does have kamas and pauldrons

Kit is very bad at picking who to make ARCs because if he had his way, everyone would get the training

To make up for this, the ARCs teach much of what they learn to the regular troopers, though they are all rather adept at adapting to fit the situation

It is common for Kit’s ship to be covered in shells, dead coral, animal bones, and shiny rocks

All of the troopers have some love for the water and the species in them and after the war, many choose to become marine scientists, dive instructors, or underwater cinematographers

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Late night Company || @daegall💕💔✅

↳ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.

Safety Net || @fadedncity🔞💕✅

↳ (theres no summary but short description from me - friends to lovers + clowns)

Between Us || @neowinestainedress🔞💕✅

↳ you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

Birthday Boy || @writemekpop💕✅

↳ It's Renjun's birthday and all you want is a moment alone, but other people keep getting in the way...

Homebody || @daydreamingyuta💕✅

↳ bf!Jeno spending a relaxing day at home with you instead of going out.

Mine || @milliewrtes💕✅

↳ in which your boyfriend saves you from unwanted, horrible flirting

My Exception || @armysantiny💕✅

↳ Renjun’s reading time is sacred; a dedicated few hours every weekend spent with him, his wax melts, a book, and a hot drink. Though he can make an exception for y/n. He can always make an  exception for them.

Spidey Boy || @martiniblues💕💔✅💯💯

↳ mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.

Sweet Like Pumpkin Pie || @potatocitytechnology🔞✅

↳ One fall day, you decide it's time to let go of your worries. Turns out you're a natural freak in the sheets and Johnny loves it.

Target Run || @kyufessions💕💔✅💯

↳ shopping with chenle can be exhausting, especially for your first apartment together

Don't Test Me || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ Haechan was always known as the funny, sunshine one of the whole of NCT. But that doesn’t mean that can’t go serious. Especially when it comes to his lover who is actually the opposite of him. Quiet, reserved but anxious.

Protection || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ NCT was developing a new technology to help them expand more and help them to always be one step ahead of their enemy

12-7 Room || @zh-lele💕🔄

↳ Surviving a week to Donghyuck's charms and jokes can't be so hard... Worst case scenario, you end up completely falling for your brother's best friend.

Ghostie || @smileysuh🔞✅💯💯

↳ As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.  You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

I Saw Her First || @astayinwonderland🔞✅

↳ you are tired after a long day of meetings but you step into an elevator with jaehyun-- however, you don't know mark has his eyes on you too

Send In The Clowns || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

Somebody's Watching Me || @neocentral🔞✅💯

↳ (no summary, but somnophilia)

The Only Exception || @jaylaxies🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ mark was overprotective and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.

Treat You Better || @luvyeni🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ renjun hates your boyfriend, he certain he can treat you better

ASAP || @yeonjunszn💕✅💯💯

↳ you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.

Enchanted To Meet You || @liliansun💕💔✅💯

↳ college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

The Deal || @xrenjunniesx💕✅💯

↳ when a boy you didn’t know all too well asks for your number, you decide to make him work for it. when he asks for the second time, you make a deal with him.

NCT 127 Texts || @kumoseiza💕✅💯

↳ Couple Costumes

10:04AM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳ (soft renjun is superior)

16:47 || @lovesuhng💕✅

↳ "Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you."

9:35PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳ (hyuck is a menace but hes their child)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[sickficideas]

endearing bastard || suegiku sickfic

ao3! 2.9k - please refer to the tags in the link for content + warnings! sicktember 2023, day 10: “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

“Tecchou,” Jouno starts with a heavy sigh.

Every sign he’s observed in the first five minutes of meeting Tecchou this morning has pointed to proof that his fellow Hunting Dog has come to work with some kind of illness. Unsteady breaths, gurgling from his stomach, groans quiet enough for only Jouno to hear.

“Yes?” Tecchou starts. They’re both an hour early. Completely unnecessarily, really. Jouno started showing up five minutes early to their meetings, and out of pettiness, Tecchou being showing up ten minutes before him. And now, they’ve done it so many times that they’ve reached an hour.

“Go home. You’re sick,” Jouno grumbles. He really doesn’t want to argue with him. Tecchou is stubborn and difficult to reason with. It’s hard to get a lot of things through that thick skull of his.

"But we have to report to the captain today," Tecchou murmurs. So he’s not denying that he’s sick. That’s good, he thinks, but it might be bad that he’s sick enough to know he can’t hide it from Jouno.

"I'll report to him. The only place you're going to is the pharmacy."

Jouno lands a hand on Tecchou’s arm and snakes it down to his wrist before he starts pulling him in the direction of the exit from where they stand in one of the halls on the first floor of the building. Tecchou’s arm is warm. The heat is already radiating through the sleeve.

Tecchou only makes it a few steps before he stubbornly plants his feet on the floor. Stubbornness aside, he’s physically much stronger than Jouno. Jouno couldn’t deadweight carry someone like Tecchou even if his life depended on it.

"Do you really think you're in any condition to work today? Be serious," Jouno huffs. He'd really like to get that through Tecchou's thick skull, but he doesn't seem to understand it at all. He uses his teeth to pull off his glove, and brings his hand back up to Tecchou's forehead, gently pressing his palm against his skin. He's much warmer there as opposed to his arm. If he had to guess, that's at least a hundred-and-one fever, and the way his stomach is gurgling isn't a good sign either.

"But you've come to work sick before, Jouno," Tecchou eventually says, his voice a little softer than normal.

Jouno groans. He should have known that argument was coming. He slides his glove back on. "So you think that because I do it, that it's okay for you to? If I jumped off a cliff, would you?"

"Depending on the circumstance -"

"Oh my god, shut up. We're taking you to the pharmacy. End of story," Jouno huffs, his hand snaking back down to find Tecchou's. This time, he interlocks their fingers, and starts to pull him back down the hall. "And then you're going to stay at home and rest."

“What about the captain?” Tecchou mumbles, not sounding very on board with this plan, but at least he’s following Jouno.

“I’ll call Teruko and fill her in. You call a cab.”

And so, they do just that. Tecchou stands outside as he calls a cab, and Jouno asks his phone to call Teruko, who responds just as annoyed as he would expect her to. He assures her that no, it’s no disrespect to captain Fukuchi, that Tecchou is truly ill and Jouno is simply escorting him home.

“Are you taking him home to his place? Or yours?” Teruko asks, just as Jouno was planning on hanging up.

He pauses. He feels his ear start to get hot, wondering if maybe she’s onto something. “Why does that matter?”

“Just curious,” she says rather mischievously. “Bye-bye, Jouno.”

“Bye, Teruko,” he grumbles with uncertainty as he steps out of the building, hearing the taxi cab approach from the distance.

“Why do you need to come with me?” Tecchou asks as Jouno steps in line beside him.

“Because I don’t trust you to take care of yourself,” Jouno says, and for some reason, that stops any additional questions from Tecchou. The two of them climb in the taxi cab, and Jouno requests they be taken near the shopping district near where their apartments are, to the nearest pharmacy. The driver apparently nods, quietly pointed out to Jouno by Tecchou.

Tecchou is quiet for most of that ride, but the gurgling sounds of his stomach don’t seem to be getting any better. They coincide with the irregular nature of his breathing, and that makes it clear enough that Tecchou is nauseous. Jouno wonders if he’s had anything to eat, or if this is a symptom of his illness. Probably the latter.

“Flu?” Jouno asks.

“Not sure,” Tecchou says quietly, almost embarrassed, but he seems to recognize that Jouno will not take silence for an answer. “Maybe.”

“How long have you been sick for?” Jouno asks him.

“Two…two or three days, maybe,” Tecchou says.

“And it’s worse today?” Jouno asks. He hasn't seen him the last few days. Tecchou had a few days off while Jouno was working with Tachihara on a Port Mafia related matter.

“Yes,” Tecchou admits.

Jouno doesn’t understand him. Maybe it’s because of how being ill messes with his senses, but he would never want to endure multiple says of being ill without seeing a doctor, or taking some kind of medication. Tecchou is really far too stubborn for his own good.

“If it’s a flu, we’ll get you some flu medication and see how it goes. If you feel worse tomorrow I’m taking you to the doctor,” Jouno says sternly, making sure that Tecchou knows his intentions from the beginning.

“Okay,” Tecchou answers dejectedly.

It’s quiet for the rest of that ride, until they reach the pharmacy in the city.

Jouno and Tecchou enter inside, and Jouno realizes too late they’ve forgotten to change out of their outfits judging by the whispers of police, military and other such things from the staff and patrons. Jouno doesn’t mind too much, it often gains him more respect on account of his disability, but Tecchou doesn’t like using his status to his advantage.

They walk a few steps forward, and before Jouno can ask Tecchou to lead him to where he needs to be, he stops behind him.

"Do you think there's a restroom here?" Tecchou asks quietly.

"Probably in the back,” Jouno says before Tecchou’s footsteps trail away, and he realizes he’s on his own. He doesn’t like doing things like this. There are certain things that his hearing is incredibly helpful for, and this is not one of them. He’s certainly more suited for combat and investigative work, not navigating a pharmacy.

He doesn’t like asking for help, but he’ll do it for Tecchou.

He follows the sounds of the register - the drawers opening and closing, beeps from scanning items, and heavy foot traffic, and he stands himself at the front as the last patron exits the store.

“Excuse me,” he says sternly. “I’m looking for a good flu medication.”

A woman starts to speak. “Oh, yes, sir. There’s a few options down in the isle behind - “

“I’m blind,” he tells her before she can give any further directions.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I’ll go find one for you, sir,” she says, stepping out from behind the register.

“That’s fine. I’ll wait here,” he says as she scurries off to one of the many isles behind him. He starts to hear whispers from some others behind the counter, comments about a blind soldier, and things he would rather tune out. Jouno can usually count on Tecchou to argue back, even when it's not his place to. He can hear him in his head. You have no right to say things like that. Please mind your own business.

He smiles to himself. He’s ridiculous, really.

He hears Tecchou’s footsteps get closer. His stride is very distinct. He carries himself well, but even today, Jouno can tell he's getting sluggish. He tries to listen for other signs, but the scurried footsteps of the cashier return, and she steps behind the cashier.

“Here you are, sir. Is this for you? Or - ”

“Thank you. It’s not for me. I can have him read the instructions himself,” Jouno says, gesturing with his head toward Tecchou as the woman scans the medication.

They're out of the pharmacy before long and Tecchou leans against the outside of the building after he finishes his call for a cab.

“Did you ask someone for help?” Tecchou asks. He sounds surprised.

“Don’t act like I can’t do it myself. It would have just taken me longer," Jouno insists. He'd like to not admit that it would have been virtually impossible to pick out a medication without already being familiar with how each and every container is shaped, and how the pills sound in the bottles. He only recognizes what's in his own collection at home.

Tecchou almost responds, but he's interrupted by a quiet groan, and stifles a near silent burp into his fist.

"Did you throw up?" Jouno asks him, realizing he missed something. "In the bathroom?"

"Mhm," he mumbles.

Jouno sighs. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Tecchou is quiet for a few moments, like he's confused. "I just told you."

"I know that. Just…" Jouno sighs again. He finds himself doing that incredibly often around Tecchou. Jouno, personally, hates throwing up. He doesn't understand how Tecchou shrugs it off to easily. "Tecchou, you can't come to work when you're feeling this bad. It's not good for you or anyone else."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Jouno raises a brow.

"I won't do it again," Tecchou elaborates. "I just didn't want to disappoint you."

"Tecchou, you're not…" Jouno groans. He wonders if there's any point convincing him otherwise. "Let's go home. You should rest."

Tecchou confuses him. He’s so weirdly competitive, but then in moments like these, he shows that weakness. That he’s only trying to compete with Jouno to prove himself, for some odd reason.

“I can go home by myself. It doesn’t make sense to trouble you," Tecchou insists.

“Don’t be stupid. I'm telling the driver to take you to my place and I’ll take care of you,” Jouno says as if it’s the only viable option.

“Why?” Tecchou asks.

“What do you mean, why?” Jouno thinks he's more confused than Tecchou is.

“Why do you want to? What difference does it make?” Tecchou asks. It sounds like a genuine question. Like he’s confused about it.

“You’ve done it for me,” Jouno says. "And, I…you know."

He can practically hear Tecchou tilt his head.

"Ugh, don't make me say it," Jouno grumbles.

"I can't read your mind, Jouno," Tecchou reminds him. He almost sounds like he’s teasing. He’s getting harder and harder to read, these days.

"I care about you, idiot," Jouno huffs, feeling his ears heat up before he turns his head away, making sure Tecchou won’t be able to see his reddening face. "Where's that damn cab?"

Tecchou is quiet after that, and the short taxi ride back, too.

They make it to Jouno's apartment without incident.

He holds his key card up to the door handle and he lets the two of them inside. Jouno won’t mind a little day off, and he’s sure Tecchou could use it, too, especially while he’s unwell.

“You can change. I’m sure I have something that fits you in my closet. Just hang up your uniform on the coat rack, and don’t forget it like you did last time,” Jouno says as he wanders off to his bedroom. He’s pretty certain that he has some of Tecchou’s clothes in his closet. He remembers finding unfamiliar clothing in his laundry the other week.

He finds one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants just as Tecchou shuffles into the bedroom, and Jouno tosses them over to him as he sits down on the bed. Jouno’s still deciding on what he wants to wear, but he doesn’t hear Tecchou making any effort to get changed.

"Jouno," Tecchou starts.

"What is it?" Jouno sighs. He hopes he doesn’t have a complaint about the outfit choice. It’s not like they’re going somewhere.

"I'm sorry," Tecchou says quietly.

Jouno lowers his arms and turns around. “If any of this were actually a problem for me, I would have ignored you at headquarters and made you deal with it yourself, Tecchou.”

Tecchou doesn’t have anything to say to that. He’s concerned about his behavior. Maybe his fever is just throwing him off kilter or something, or maybe Jouno just hasn’t seen how he acts when he’s not feeling well. He busies himself with hanging up his own uniform, not caring much that he’s changing right in front of Tecchou. He’s seen him do it before.

“Are you changed?” Jouno asks as he slips a shirt on. He hears Tecchou hum something sounding like a yes. “Read the instructions on the medication. You should go ahead and take a dose.”

“Can I wait a minute?” Tecchou asks.

“Why?” Jouno huffs. He pauses for a second, before he realizes the sounds coming from Tecchou’s stomach are a bit too wild for his liking. “Are you about to throw up?”

“I think so,” he murmurs.

“Well then get to the bathroom, you idiot,” Jouno sighs, not bothering with his sweatpants in that moment, taking Tecchou’s wrist and leading him to the bathroom.

Tecchou gets ahead of him with a pained groan as he drops onto his knees in front of the toilet, and before Jouno can even kneel down beside him, he hears him gag and choke before he brings up a mouthful or two of vomit, splashing into the toiler water below. Jouno hates that sound, and normally he wouldn’t stay with anyone through something like this - it’s far too much auditory stimulation for someone like him, but he feels guilty leaving Tecchou alone when he’s feeling so unwell.

He has a pretty strong stomach most of the time. He can drink without suffering hangovers, he can eat those ridiculous food combinations without having to deal with so much as a tummyache, and he never seems to deal with headaches or migraines like Jouno does. He’s not used to feeling miserable like this. He doesn’t show it easily, but Jouno can hear the little whines and whimpers from the back of his throat, moans of discomfort as he lets the drool pooling in his mouth drip into the toilet.

“Maybe this is what you get for eating crap all of the time,” Jouno teases as he rubs his back, a little unnerved by how warm his skin is feeling.

Jouno thinks that he really doesn’t feel good. He doubts it has anything to do with Tecchou’s strange diet habits, because he’s running a fever and he doesn’t even have the energy to put up with Jouno’s teasing. He tries to hide a burp by closing his mouth but it’s accompanied by a gag that he can’t hold back, and he throws up again. He sighs to himself and Jouno feels him lean forward and lay his head down on the toilet seat.

“Hey,” he starts, sneaking a hand under his shirt as he leans against him to rub circles into his slightly bloated tummy. “You shouldn’t lay there. Let’s go to bed.”

“I don’t want to get up,” Tecchou murmurs quietly, spitting out a wad of saliva.

“I’ll help you,” Jouno insists. He can’t carry Tecchou, he’s sure of that, but the least he can do is provide him some support. “Do you think you’re done for now?”

“Mhm,” Tecchou murmurs. “Can you…can you keep a trash bin by your bed?”

“I can do that,” Jouno agrees. That tells him Tecchou must not feel much better after that. Maybe he’ll really have to take him to the doctor sooner rather than later. He hates that he feels like this.

Tecchou groans as he forces himself up off the floor, evidently much more fatigued and weak than he was initially letting on. Jouno’s glad he managed to convince him to come here, he doesn’t want to think about what would have happened if he stayed at work.

Jouno takes his arm and leads him back to his bedroom, and the latter crawls into bed and under the covers without needing to be told, thankfully. Maybe he’ll give him some time for his stomach to settle before he makes him take any medication. It doesn’t make sense to do that while he’s feeling so nauseous.

Jouno sets the trash bin on the nightstand beside where Tecchou has claimed a spot, and climbs into bed beside him with a deep sigh. His hand snakes around until he finds the hem of Tecchou’s shirt, and he lays it over his tummy, continuing to rub gentle circles into his warm skin.

"I can still hear your stomach gurgling," Jouno tells him quietly. "Do you still feel nauseous?"

Tecchou hums something, but that's all Jouno hears. That’s impressive, Jouno can usually tell what he’s saying no matter what.

"What was that?" Jouno asks.

Tecchou's quiet, now. Jouno almost says it again, before he hears a quiet snore. Tecchou has always been quick to fall asleep, and especially now.

“I’ll take you to the doctor if you don’t feel any better after your nap,” Jouno says, sinking his head into his pillow, scooting a little closer to Tecchou, keeping his hand where it is. He hopes he can soothe him a little, even while he’s falling asleep. “Sleep well, Tecchou.”

Tecchou snores in response, and Jouno’s annoyed by the way the corners of his own lips start to turn upward.

Stupid endearing bastard.

[the-fiction-witch]

Let's Play P2

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU Characters - Newt Couples - Newt X Reader Rating - 18 + death / Saw movie Word Count - 2787

As I made my way to the car, I reached for the last bag of groceries. Carrying it inside, I was greeted by the familiar scene of toys, skirts, and glitter scattered everywhere in the house. As I set my heavy bags down on the spacious granite kitchen island, I took a deep breath and embarked on the familiar routine of unpacking the groceries.

"Ooh that you sweetie?" Newt called from the living room couch where he sat feeding little baby Penny,

"Yep, and I brought chocolate mini rolls," I answered,

"My god do I love you," he chuckled, "Penny, shall we go see mummy, shall we? yeah." He cooed as he took her bottle away and slowly pushed up coming to the kitchen with a bit of a wobble where the joins of his prosthetic needed adjusting again, "Hi," He smiled as we shared a soft kiss,

"Hi," I smiled back, "how's our littlest lady?"

"Little and lovely," he chuckled rubbing her nose on his,

"Good, how are the other two?"

"Lilly's bus should be here any minute, I picked up Alice from school earlier and she is in bed resting up with her tummy ache."

"Good, I'll take her up some soup in a bit," As I gently cradled little Penny in my arms, I couldn't help but shower her with soft kisses on her sweet blonde head. At that moment, the door suddenly opened, and Lilly rushed in, as she always did, throwing her bag carelessly on the stairs. Without hesitation, she made a beeline for Newt and embraced him tightly.

"Whoa, hello there. How was school?" he asked,

"Bad."

"Oh, why bad?"

"My tummy hurts," she whines,

"Ohhh, I had to pick your little sister up from school at lunch cause she wasn't feeling well,"

"Why didn't you go to the nurse Lilly?" I asked,

"I thought I would be okay till I got home,"

"Okay, well have a glass of water and go lay in bed, I'll bring you and Alice up some soup okay?"

After nodding in agreement, she gave Newt and me each a warm hug before she headed upstairs. I finished putting away the groceries and let the soup simmer on the stove, releasing its savoury aroma into the air. I then joined Newt on the sofa, where he gently rocked baby Penny in her bassinet, soothing her with a sweet lullaby.

"You think it's those fish fingers from last night?" He asked,

"Maybe, but then we'd be sick," I shrug,

"True," He nodded, "... the bread for their sandwiches maybe? we did get it reduced."

"No, I had it today I feel fine," I shrug, "Plus you picked Alice but before she ate her lunch,"

"Good point," He agreed, "Maybe there's just something going around, you've been to that school place is always sticky,"

"I know," I sighed leaning my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me, "I just worry is all,"

"Of course you're worried, you think I'm not worried about our little angels?" he chuckled, "Anything serious first call to the doctor okay?"

"Okay," I nodded giving him a small kiss,

"Good, now let's pop the telly on while dinner cooks and maybe we can have a little cuddle up in bed tonight?" he asked with a sly hopeful look in his eyes,

"Newt..." I rasied an eyebrow playfully,

He pouted, "Please."

"I'll think about it."

"Yes!" He celebrated,

He grabbed the remote and began to flip through channels as usual we didn't find much so just put the news on while we relaxed,

'Today marks the ten-year anniversary of the apprehension of the notorious serial killer Austin Ledwik, widely known as 'The Game Master.' Ledwik was responsible for orchestrating a series of horrifying and elaborate events in which unsuspecting individuals were abducted and trapped in intricately designed murder scenarios, forced to compete for their lives. Throughout his criminal career, Ledwik hosted a total of sixteen of these deadly games, resulting in a devastating death toll of over one hundred victims. His final grim spectacle, themed around Valentine's Day and dubbed the "Love Games," culminated in an unexpected victory by one of the contestants, ultimately leading to Ledwik's capture by law enforcement before he could escape-"

Newt quickly turned the TV off,

"Thank you," I smiled,

"You're welcome, not exactly something either of us need reminding," He sighed,

"Come on dinner time,"

"Umm your delicious feel-better soup, I shall take a whole bucket if you please," He cooed,

"No buckets only a bowl available today,"

"Ohh well, I suppose it'll do," After exchanging a tender kiss, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Gathering four bowls, I carefully portioned out servings for each of the girls, as well as for Newt and myself. Abruptly, without any warning, a deafening, echoing BANG shattered the quiet, and everything around me plunged into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I felt a shiver course through my body. As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself sprawled on the floor of what seemed to be the dimly lit, cobweb-filled attic of an old farmhouse. To my surprise, I was surrounded by a diverse group of individuals - a young girl in a dishevelled pink dress with bright blonde hair and smudged makeup, an older man wrapped in a bulky coat, a woman sporting a long ponytail and dressed in workout clothes, and a muscular man donning a police uniform. Newt lay next to me unconscious still, and an unsettling sensation gnawed at my gut.

"Not again..." I gasped, "Newt... Newt wake up!" I begged,

"Umm?" He groaned, "Ohh bloody hell my head-" He complained before his eyes cleared, "Where the fuck are we..." He asked his tone strangely calm but deeply serious,

Slowly others began to wake we all had the same questions,

"What is this place..." The older man asked,

"AHhhhhhh I'm like so Claustrophobic! Let me out!" The blonde woman whined,

"How did we get here? Mike, what's going on?" The other woman asked the officer,

"I don't know Grace." he told her, "Who are you to?"

"Y/n and Isaac Newton," I answered,

"And you?"

"Uhh Franklin James." The older man nodded,

"Mercedes Prance," The blonde girl whined,

"Okay... okay, Officer Grace Wilson." The woman nodded,

"And Officer Mike Smith. Everyone just remains calm." Mike answered, "Anyone any idea how we got here?"

Everyone shook their heads,

"It's gonna be that game freak!" Mercedes screamed,

"That was ten years ago you dumbass!" Franklin glared at her,

"It can't be Austin Ledwik, The Guy hung himself after two weeks in prison. I know I checked the body myself." Grace explained,

"Copycat?" Mike asked,

"Well, Well, Welcome Everyone!" A voice cooed,

A TV in the corner of the room showing a very joyful man with bright blue hair,

"I know we all love a little drama but I think it's time for a little exposition!" He chuckled, "Let me introduce myself, I am 'The On Air Assassin.'" He smirked swirling on his chair,

"I think so," Grace nodded,

"Now, this is a little anniversary show to celebrate ten years of my beloved inspiration 'The Game Master' he taught me so much, and I miss him every day, to today we celebrate his legacy. In a Game, I'm calling... Revenge Six ways." He laughed,

"No... no no no." I gasped already tears flooding down my face,

Newt wrapped his arms around me even if he too was shaking,

"And what better contestants to have, Than these." He smirked, "Presenting. Officers Grace Wilson and Mike Smith! The very Officer who arrested Austin Ledwik. Franklin James! The Judge who sentenced Austin to his life sentence and his death. Mercedes Prance! The Sweet little stepdaughter who ratted Austin out during his trial. And Finally... Isaac and Y/n Newton! His last Contestants, his only survivors and the reason he was arrested."

I couldn't hold back my tears, clutching Newt tightly so afraid of what this man was going to do to us,

"Shut up her crying I can't hear him!" Franklin yelled,

"Fuck you!" Newt yelled, "You don't know... none of you went through what we did... so shut the fuck up! and let my wife cry!"

"Now, now plenty of time for that," he smirked, "There are three floors, make it through all three and you'll be allowed to leave and you'll even get a prize." He smirked, "Let's show off what you're playing for,"

The camera moved inside this dark grey room, showing an older woman in a long grey dress,

"Martha!" Franklin yelled, "My wife! Bastard has my wife!"

The camera moved again to another area where a small dog sat,

"Tiddles!" Mercedes yelled,

"Who gives a shit about your dog he has my wife!" Franklin yelled,

The camera moved again showing an officer struggling against the restraints,

"Sargent Jacobs..." Grace gasped,

"Shit-" Mike complained running a hand through his hair,

"And our final grand prize, da, da, da, da!"

The camera moved and there they were...

I crawled desperately to the screen,

"No... no no no no! MY BABIES NOOOOO!" I screamed, "Lilly! Alice! Penny!" I cried out, "Please! Don't hurt our girls! PLEASE!"

"Y/n take a breath," Grace tried to console me,

"No... no. Please give them back!" I screamed,

"They will not be harmed, and if you survive they will be returned to you." The man explained, "There is a key somewhere in this room that shall unlock the next. Let the games Begin!"

Grace and Mike dragged me away as the screen turned off,

I cried in hysterics until I saw Newt.

And my blood ran colder than I had ever known it to.

He sat there, his only motion his sharp jagged breaths that caused his shoulders to move, his eyes on the screen squarely, and they darkened. In a way I had never seen, In fifteen years of marriage I had never seen him like this. There was a rage inside him, a rage that no man, or god could stop.

"He... has... my... daughters..." His voice was cold, calm, and full of brimming rage,

"Mr Newton just try to-" Mike tried to calm him,

"HE HAS MY DAUGHTERS!" He screamed his tone animalistic, and then he began to laugh, an intense maddening laughter that filled the room, "Ohh you made two mistakes there, Mr on Air Assassin. You took my daughters. our little girls. And you showed your face... Now we both know... there's not a single chance of you getting out of here alive."

Newt got to his feet and marched to the door.

"He said there was a key to open the door!" Mercedes yelled,

But before anyone could even start looking Newt shoulder thrusted the door and it immediately busted open leading to a stairwell,

"Fuck Keys. I make my own doors." Newt glared at her,

Newt grabbed my hand and we shared a look of understanding, the same one we had shared ten years ago, we both knew we were ready to do anything, and matching him my sadness turned to rage.

We marched down those stairs like we were on military orders, we arrived at a room with a large old pizza oven,

"Revenge is a dish best served Hot some say, now let's see how much heat you can take?" The man smirked,

We didn't even say a word to each other, we searched the room and each spotted something. Newt grabbed a rusty metal pipe and I grabbed an old wooden board.

The others slowly followed but Franklin and Mercedes sheepishly stayed at the back,

Mike and Grace were completely with us, letting us go fueled by rage.

No one even checked the fire or the rules,

Mike kicked down the door and he and Grace headed out into the hallway filled with various doors, they moved through each door kicking them down and checking them,

"Clear." Grace nodded as she kicked down the last door and turned to the stairs,

Newt and I marched down the stairs and found a room with a set of keys inside a block of ice,

"Now... we uhh... we have this test where uhh ... where revenge is a dish best served cold." The man explained,

"You fucking hack!" I yelled, "At least Game Master had ideas beyond Google."

Newt went up and grabbed the ice slamming it down on the floor which broke it open,

"Keys. Get them out." He handed them to Mike,

Mike immediately went and opened the door to set them free from the house, Franklin and Mercedes ran out desperate for their freedom, Grace bolted out to the nearby road where a payphone sat to call for help,

"There's another door," I said as I saw the door leading to the basement,

"Let's get out girls." Newt nodded, breaking the door open with his pipe,

We ran down and immediately saw him.

The man from the Screen, as he desperately fumbled for a gun, holding Lilly in his arm as he cried,

"Stay the fuck away from me!" He yelled, "It wasn't meant to go like this... you were supposed to die!"

"Plans change." Newt growled, "Let her go. And I might let you live."

"How about I shoot her? I shoot all of them! I wanted death, I wanted my show but you had to go and ruin it."

"You took our daughters... did you think we would lay down and die?" I asked,

"Back away," Mike demanded as he followed us down,

"No. This is us. get the others out." Newt told him,

Mike nodded and worked to get the other hostages out,

Newt walked his pipe dragging along the floor as he walked closer without a single fear in his eyes, "Let. Her. Go. Now." He demanded,

"Or what!"

"You are nothing but a shitting imitation. A copycat. Austin was a bastard and I will curse him as he rots in the deepest pit of hell for all he did to me. My wife. And the people we used to call our friends... all of which died at his hands. You are nothing compared to him... Not even worth the foolish games you tried to make. So I will ask you again. Let her go."

"I am not an imiatation!" He screamed,

I heard the gunfire and I screamed, I grabbed Lilly by the arm and pulled her from him checking her over and finding she was okay.

"Ohh my darling," I cooed holding her close,

"Lilly's okay?" Newt asked so I nodded,

"Upstairs now," Mike called as he helped carry Penny,

"Take them," I told him leading Lilly with him as they went upstairs,

"Wha... what the fuck- how did you?" The man asked his gun shaking in his hand, he had shot Newt's leg. His Prosthetic leg.

"That's the mark your predecessor left. And you didn't even have the balls to do what he did." Newt answered, "I hope there is a hell. I really do. Becuase I'm sending you to talk with the man you adore so much. And one day... After I have lived a life with my gorgeous wife, my beautiful children, maybe even some adorable grandkids." he explained as he tossed the gun from his hands and backed him into a corner, "I'm coming for you. Both of you. And trust me You. Will. Pay." He said before hitting him with the pipe hard and fast,

Newt hit, over and over and over until nothing of the man remained by a bloody mess,

Once he slowed I wrapped my arms around him and calmed him down,

"It's okay. It's okay. It's over. It's over." I cooed,

"Let's get out of here," he nodded dropping the pipe as we headed up to meet with the others,

Newt and I sat on the grass holding our girls as tight as we could, When Mike came over sitting beside us,

"You know what happened in there?" Newt asked,

"I do." Mike nodded,

"Am I being arrested?"

"... You saved their lives. All of them." Mike nodded, "He shot himself when he saw his plans went badly."

Newt and I nodded,

So Mike patted Newt's shoulder and returned to Grace,

"You did a good thing Newt," I told him laying my head on his shoulder,

"I don't care." he shook his head, "I'd have killed all of them if I had to. For you girls. You are my world. My Everything. You. Lilly. Alice. Penny. I- I would rather die than be without you. And I mean what I said, there is no man or god that will ever take you girls from me." He said as he gave a kiss to each of our heads, "I love you, Y/n, with all my heart."

"I love you too Newt." I cooed,

"And I love you girls." He smiled,

"We love you too Daddy," Alice and Lilly both smiled giving him a big hug,

"Da-Dada..." Penny giggled,

And all of us gasped,

"Her- her first word."

"Dada." she giggled as Newt took her in his arms,

"Aww my littlest angel," He cooed,

Just as the Police pulled up to the house,

"Come on, let's get you girls safe."

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Kabal x Reader: Usual Visit Part 2

I had fun with the first one so here you go :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Just make sure you take all of these in order before you sleep. Goodnight, sweetie." Your father had just finished organizing your medication for the night and giving you a soft goodnight kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone for the remainder of the night. You said your goodnights to him back before looking at the meds that was always essential at this time of night.

Taking a risk, you won't be taking them this time. Being heavily dosed could ruin your secret plan for tonight. Putting a light jacket over your nightgown, you sat in bed and waited at least ten minutes to be safe.

Praying the coast is clear and that everyone was asleep, you opened your window, peeking down at the dirt in hopes there'd be some sort of track left behind from earlier. Thankfully there was! Footprints from a certain man that lead somewhere from beyond. Tonight, you would go out the house for once and perhaps find your hero's secret lair. Better yet, maybe see him perform like he how he says he does in his stories.

You could help him even! Being Kabal's sidekick... Sounds fun! It meant getting to spend time with him even more, though you know you aren't supposed to be outside, especially at night.

---Time skip brought to you by Author herself sobbing and hyperventilating bc Fujin/Nightwolf still aren't playable in MK1---

You haven't a clue how long you've been walking, following the many footsteps of Kabal. You should've known it would take awhile. He's fast at an inhumane speed, of course his lair or whatever would be far as heck. But you pulled through for your friend, making it to some sketchy place that didn't look so kind.

Keeping a low profile, you can see big people with big guns... You didn't like this place at all. Maybe Kabal was here to take all of them down? No. He could've definitely did it already!

Sneaking in the suspicious place, you lurked around undetected until you could hear the familiar voice that made you feel safe. Along with some other one with a funny accent. Regardless, you found Kabal! Standing a few feet away behind him as he spoke to another man.

"Got my stack?"

"I do, Kabal. Why don't ya just slow down for a sec- who is that?" A shirtless man with a red eye and a funny mustache peered behind Kabal as he sees some small female in a nightgown just loitering near.

Kabal grows confused, turning to see who Kano spots and immediately, his hidden face hid all the fear that filled him within one second. He rushes to you, pulling you in, not in a hug, but more so like he was shielding you from the world.

"Shit-" He muttered under his breath. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?! Someone could have spotted you!"

You were just too naive to even hear the genuine shock and concern within Kabal's muffled voice, let alone knowing what could've happened if someone had caught you intruding. "I tracked your footsteps here! I have an idea! I could help you beat up bad guys! You know, be your sidekick!" Your eyes beamed up at him with pride. Yet, he was grimacing underneath the mask.

Focusing back to the other guy that watched you two with no interest, you were quick to jump to assumptions. Even correct ones...

"Is that a bad guy?!" You point at the red eyed man.

"Ohhh, yes, Sheila. I was actually just about to head off and eat one- mm, two puppies alive." Kano rolled his eyes. You took it serious though.

"Not if I knock you out first! Come here, ugly!" You were about to march to him before Kabal grabs you arm, not too hard, and pulls you back a bit.

"Y/n, Y/n, that's my boss."

You quickly stopped, feeling embarrassed. "Oh... So he's not bad?"

Kabal didn't answer the question, being hesitant to lie this one time. Fortunately for him, Kano spoke up, warning him.

"Look, I don't care who you mingle with outside of yer' job, just keep yer' pooch away from me markets." The Aussie said before going away. He seemed too sketchy to be the boss of a hero like Kabal.

"Who is he?" You looked at your masked friend with curious eyes. Kabal sighs, taking your hand gently.

"Don't mind him. You really shouldn't be here, princess."

Asking "why?" wasn't in your head, but you believed him. Though, everything was a little skeptical to you. This whole place gave off aura of bad people. Villains. It doesn't make too much sense why Kabal is in this place.

Oh well. He's taking you back home safely. Carrying you out the market and through the track you followed to even get here.

"Why aren't you going fast?" You pout as his careful speed.

"Trust me, if I went my typical speed with you on my back, you wouldn't take it too well." He chuckles, but doesn't explain it in detail.

Getting you to your house safely in the back, he opens your window for you and carefully lifts you to help you climb through it.

"Now, Y/n, I don't want you to sneak out to see me again." He sighs. "I know we don't spend that much time with each other, but I don't want you to get hurt."

"Okay." You don't argue with him, looking down.

A hand pats your hair. "I'll visit soon again. Just please stay here for me. It won't be too long, I promise."

Looking at him, you smile softly. "Okay." You repeat with a little more cheer. "Goodnight, Kabal." You lower your head down to give him your usual affectionate kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, doll. See you soon." The speedy man responds again.

After you shut your window and blinds you could hear rushed winds go by, Kabal sprinting off in the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor's Leash

Chapter 4

This one correlates to chapter 13 of fallen apple. Lucifer's wedding!! For the actual ceremony and vows, go to that chapter, then come back. Unless you've already read it.

(Also, the ai covers of the songs used if you'd like that ~ ~ )

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Over the next few months, Alastor got to know Zariah's dear friend Becca better. Which meant he also got to spend time tormenting Lucifer. Unfortunately, both women seemed determined to curb the worst of his antics and get the two to “play nice”.

But he did enjoy Becca's company whenever he was able to get her away from Lucifer. Zariah herself was enjoying getting to know Lucifer as well. It turns out, Zariah had a chicken obsession in life, so she could relate to his duck obsession on a deeper level than even Becca could. Much to Alastor's extreme frustration.

 

One day he found Lucifer shifted into a chicken in her lap. She was petting his feathers and purring. Alastor had summoned her chain that day and reminded them both that he wasn't fond of sharing what was his. He ended up dragging her to his room and just holding her while he growled and grumbled about how she should know better than to pet another man!

“He's specifically known for stealing other men's wives!” He huffed.

“Al, Al! Two things.” She grabbed his face in her hands. “Two things… one, both the women he stole were Adam's. He hasn't done that shit since. Two, I'm not your wife. I'm your platonic afterlife partner, if you really want to put a name to what we are.” She then kissed his forehead. “So calm down Al, because I'm not going anywhere. It was just a friendly situation. I will never leave you…”

He sighed, and held her tighter, and began singing.

 

You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you'd only say the same. But if you leave me to love another, You'll regret it all some day.”

Her tails wrapped around him as they sat on the bed. “I know, I know…” She pet his head, avoiding his ears. 

 

“Maybe after their wedding… you and I should have one.” He said it so casually, Zariah froze completely. 

“You're… you're kidding, right? You're just messing with me in revenge for upsetting you.” She was staring at his chest, refusing to make eye contact. 

“Hm, is this proposal not to your liking? Very well, I'll try again later… Would you rather a big musical number in Cannibal Town?” He tilted her chin to force her to look up at him. He was being serious. 

“I… you… yes please… I'd like that.” She had lost her words.

“Very well. Then when I do ask again, you had best have your answer ready, Mon Cherie.” He smirked and kissed her forehead. Her brain fried to mush whenever he spoke in French.

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It was the day of Lucifer's wedding to Becca. Alastor was on Paparazzi duty, keeping them all away enough to not interfere with the ceremony. Including destroying several of Vox's drones. Charlie wouldn't stop crying every ten minutes, and Lucifer was switching between excitement and panic. Eventually Alastor decided to step away from paparazzi duty and properly tend to the king.

He entered Lucifer's room where he was getting ready, Charlie was sobbing on the phone with Zariah, who was with Becca; and Vaggie was trying to fix Lucifer's hair that he kept messing up by running his fingers through it.

He sighed, “what a disaster. And you call yourself king of hell?”

 

“Oh fuck you Al!” Lucifer shot back, horns coming out from the stress, almost stabbing Vaggie's hand. 

“Ah! Dude! Fuck it, fix your own damn hair.” She crossed her arms.

“Hm, not interested, save that for your honeymoon.” Alastor chuckled, “I didn't come here to start a fight though. I came here to save the day before you make a disaster of yourself.” He eyed Lucifer's new “suit” from the back; it almost looked like a dress with the three tiered cut to the lower cape. And with the diamond cut out on the back… “Are you trying to look like a woman?” Alastor was genuinely perplexed.

“Oh shut up! I wanted to look nicer than usual, okay?! And I always thought wedding dresses were… okay, look, I'm going through a phase! I'm ten thousand years old, back off my ass!”

 

“I…. See….” He cleared his throat. “Well then, back on point, I came here for a good reason.” He walked over, and Lucifer turned to look him head on.

“What Al?” Lucifer glared, not trusting him.

“Hm, and here I'd thought we started to mend our bridges… Now you need to keep something in mind. That girl, your little angel. She needs you to be strong right now. Because eventually, Lilith may return. And when she does… Becca will need the memory of your confidence on this day, to remind her you chose her over your ex. And that you did it without regret or hesitation. Otherwise, she'll question you and your devotion when she needs to be strong to stand against her. So for her sake. Grow a fucking spine. Believe in yourself, and believe in her. If you can't do that, don't even bother waiting at the end of that aisle.” He then turned on his heel and left the room. Leaving Lucifer in shocked silence.

 

 

The after party was as chaotic as expected. Lucifer took over the karaoke machine immediately when angel and husk finished setting it up, insisting he needed to get the first song in since it was his wedding .

“So this song is how I should have proposed. I dropped the ball on that one. But I can at least sing it at my wedding! And maybe someone else can take advantage of it.” He shot Vaggie a wink, she blushed a put a hand in her pocket with a nod.

 

“It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you.”

Alastor grabbed Zariah and danced her around the dance floor for the first half of the song, before suddenly stopping her after a spin and getting on a knee.

“Don't say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

If you're ready, like I'm ready.”

 

“I do.” She whispered breathlessly, tears filling her eyes before he even got the ring out. Everyone erupted in cheers, including Becca, who tackled Lucifer in a hug to keep herself from interrupting their moment. Luci then whispered something to her and the two disappeared. 

 

Alastor put the ring on her finger, a red band with black stones all around it. As soon as he stood she threw herself into his arms. He kissed the top of her head. “Mon petite ange, now I own you in every way I can.”

She laughed at this, “Possessive bastard.” And nuzzled into his chest.

“Well, isn't this quite the scene to return to.” A woman's voice cut through the joy. Everyone turned to look and froze in fear.

Charlie was the first to move and speak.

“Mom? You're… home?”

[starlightglimglam27666]

Never Prank a Genius

Summary: Hoppy, Crafty, Bobby and Picky play a prank on Bubba Bubbaphant, but what they don't count on was for him to punish them for it.

Hoppy was huddling with the other girls, planning something. They were planning to pull a prank on Bubba Bubbaphant by making him think something was burning. Crafty made a flame shaped piece of paper and used her magic to hold it next to the couch. Hoppy set off a smoke pellet and Picky put a tape recorder with crackling noises. Then all four girls hid behind the couch.

Bubba came over and lounged with a book, when he heard something, he looked next to him only to see a flame.

"GAH! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" Bubba shouted, freaking out, swatting at the flame, but then realized it was only paper, and noticed the pellet and tape recorder. "Wait, that wasn't really fire."

The girls giggled about their mischievous prank. Bubba heard them, and gave them a serious look.

"Oh! Uh, hey Bubba! How's it going?" CraftyCorn said nervously.

"Did you girls prank me with fake flames?" Bubba said as he took a feather and approached them.

"What? Us? Never!" Hoppy lied, because she's known for her pranks. Before Bubba had the chance to pounce, the girls took off running. Hoppy hid in a closet, Crafty hid behind a nightstand, Picky hid under a bed and Bobby hid behind a dresser.

"Hehehe, they always run," said Bubba, running after them. He saw Hoppy instantly through the blinds of the closet, so he opened the closet, grabbed her and held her down, feather at the ready.

"Bubba, please! Can't we talk about this?" Hoppy said nervously, trying to get away.

"Nope!" Bubba said as he started stroking the feather across her tummy, making her laugh like crazy.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! BUHUHUHUBBA! STAHAHAHAHAP! I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!" Hoppy said through her laughter as her sensitive tummy was shown no mercy by the tickly feather.

"You promise?" Bubba said, smirking.

"I PROHOHOHOHOMISE! NOHOHOHOW PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!" Hoppy kept laughing hysterically from the feather.

After ten minutes of tickling, Bubba stopped tickling her and decided to go for Picky next. He saw her silhouette from under the bed. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her out. He pinned Picky down and started tickling her tummy.

"NOHOHOHO! BUHUHUHUHUBBA! STAHAHAHAHAP TICKLING MEHEHEHE! I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEHEHEHESE NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!" Picky said through her laughter as Bubba continued to tickle her.

"Okay, you've learned your lesson," Bubba said, stroking her tummy a few more times before letting her go. He decided to go for CraftyCorn next, knowing how ticklish she is. He saw her tail sticking out from behind the nightstand. He snuck up behind her, grabbed her by the hoof, and held her down, not even bothering to hear her out before he started tickling her on her tummy.

"NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!" Crafty pleaded through her laughter.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle Crafty! Hehe," Bubba said, continuing to tickle her.

"BUHUHUHUHUBBA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIT WAS OHOHOHINLY A JOHOHOHOKE!" Crafty pleaded through her laughter. Bubba thought a moment and stopped tickling her. There was one last critter to punish: Bobby. He saw her shadow and detected that she was behind the dresser. He grabbed her and held her down, feather at the ready. He didn't even bother letting her speak and started tickling her tummy with his feather.

"EEEEE! THAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLES! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!" Bobby said as she was being tickled by Bubba's feather.

"Not until you apologize for the fire prank!" Bubba said, tickling her tummy more.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY! I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!" Bobby pleaded through her laughter as her sensitive tummy was shown no mercy. Bubba smirked and withdrew the feather and let her go.

"I hope you learned your lesson," said Bubba. "Because if you ever do this again, I won't give you a chance to run."

The girls nodded in agreement and promises were made. The lesson is: Never prank Bubba Bubbaphant!

[withlovegvf]

sixth sense | Sam Kizska

sam x fem!reader

summary: You find out that Sam hasn't seen one of your favorite horror movies and you introduce him to it.

WARNING ⚠️ : if you've never seen sixth sense i will be spoiling it. (also do yourself a favor and watch this movie bc it's one of my favorites)

yns pov

"Baby you have to stop sleeping on my boobs. I think you bruised one last time" Sammy scoffs snuggling his head back into its rightful place. "I am completely welcome here if i so please. Besides what if this movie is super scary and I need a safety zone? I think your breasticals are the perfect place to take shelter" I laugh and shove him off of my boobs. I get up and head to the kitchen to prepare the snacks for our movie night. I found out yesterday when we were talking about our favorite movies with the boys that sammy had never seen my favorite horror movie Sixth Sense. It was time to change that.

"okay are we feeling salty or sweet today?" I have both handles of the fridge door open looking around for whatever snack i was craving as Sam rests his head in the crook of my neck looking into the fridge with me. "I think pickles and kettle corn sound good. Ooh and I can make some spicy peach tajín margaritas!" I look back at him, first confused by the randomness of the snack choice then pleased with what he had suggested. "I like your style baby. A little weird but tasty nonetheless."

"Okay you start popping the corn and i'll prepare the margaritas." I nod. I head the pantry and grab three bags of corn to pop that we will put in a big bowl and share. As the final bag is done popping, Sam is straining the tequila mixture into two glasses with a tajín rim. I take both dill and sweet pickles out of the fridge and put them each in their separate bowls. "I know we ate like two hours ago and this is just a movie snack but we absolutely killed this." Sam holds his hand up for a high five which i go to give him but instead he slicks his hand down his hair in a 1950s, Danny from grease, kind of way.

I giggle and hit his chest lightly. "You are such a dork! Come on let's go get comfy and start the movie. You're gonna love it" We head to the couch as i carry the snack tray and Sammy carries our drinks. I set the tray down on the ottoman as we get cuddled up into our blankets and pillows before plopping the tray onto our lap.

"Okay are you ready to start this shit? Once you've seen it, you'll never be able to watch it for the first time ever again." Sam sips his margarita and gives me side eye while he does it. "Why do you say that like i'm gonna regret watching it when you say it's one of your favorite movies!?" I giggle and take a sip of my own margarita. "Okay then enough chitchat. Let's begin."

Sammy made it through the beginning of the movie with minimal fear until the first paranormal scene. "Why is this kid so calm?! I would be so far up my mom's ass it's not even funny." Sammy has finished his drink already so he's comfortably snuggled into my chest with his arms around me while I lay down. he shoves a few pickles into his mouth but his eyes never leave the screen. I giggle at his reaction and just keep watching.

Then we get to the part. "Yn what's happening...what the fuck is going on....what.. um.... huh.... i'm so confus- holy shit wait....Yn are you fucking serious...no fucking way..." I can't help but let out a huge belly laugh to the shocked, hung open mouth he has for the next ten minutes as he watches the end of the movie.

When it's over i silently turn off the tv and turn to sam. He is still kinda frozen in thought so I rub his shoulder to remind him of his current existence. "Baby are you okay?" "I can't believe it. He was dead the whole time. And looking back it was so obvious. How did I not notice!?!" I run my fingers through his hair with a smile.

"No worries babe no one ever notices, the movie is like known for its shocking ending." I look at the time and it's past midnight. "Okay baby let's go to bed. You have a press thing bright and early you don't wanna be extra late for." I pet through his hair some more as sam thinks

"What if i'm dead and you are just like my little boy i'm counseling until boom...I find you freezing in our bed crying on my one year deathaversary" I giggle as i pull him off the couch and into a bone crushing hug.

"Oh baby that's not happening right now...At least I don't think" I pretend to get a chill and shiver in his arms. Sam pulls away from our embrace abruptly with scared puppy dog eyes and tells me to knock it off.

"Okay silly time for bed. Move it!" We brush our teeth, do our skincare routine and snuggle up into bed entangling our limbs together.

"okay it would be an absolute game changer if the matrix was real though" I put my hand over his mouth as a signal to shut up before i drift away from sam to dream dreams that most likely have him in them.

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Just a cute lil something about sammy. Also yes i think most of my sammy content will have this weird sense of humor i feel like he has...okay see ya next time friends!

-withlovegvf<3

[fandomsaligninstories]

Year Two: Another Attack

Chapter List WC: 1,388

8th May, 1993

Violet was vibrating with excitement, as were most of the Hufflepuff students. 

It was time for the Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor game, and the excitement and tensions were palpable. Both teams had played one game so far; Gryffindor won against Slytherin with almost one hundred and fifty points to their sixty. Hufflepuff had lost against Ravenclaw, seventy to two hundred. 

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff matches were usually entertaining, as both teams practised hard and studied up on the other players. Though there wasn't as much violence as there was during Slytherin matches, the Hufflepuff players had been known to play a bit dirty, not that Gryffindor played clean.

It was a chilly Saturday morning, so most students still wore their heavy cloaks and hats, but with so many people sat together in the stands, it was easy enough to warm up. 

The crowd had been cheering and chanting for some time, waiting for the match to begin. But as time went on, many lost their enthusiasm and began to grow nervous.

Violet leaned towards Aimee and Hannah, "The match should've started ten minutes ago." 

"Something must be wrong." Hannah replied. Before she'd even finished, Madam Hooch was on the field, using an amplifying charm so that every person could hear her.

"Attention students, this match has been cancelled. Please calmly return to your houses."

There was nothing calm about the panic that followed. Students began rushing out of the stands, shoving and shouting as they went. Violet, Hannah, and Aimee linked arms so as to not lose each other. 

When they made it out of the stands and off the pitch, Violet and Aimee had to turn their focus on Hannah, who had begun to panic and lag behind.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Aimee tried to reason, "If it were serious, they'd tell us."

"Would they?!" Hannah was shouting. Violet didn't think Hannah realised it, though. Neither Violet or Aimee answered, because no, they wouldn't.

"Maybe there's a storm coming?" Violet tried, despite the sunny sky and the fact that several matches had been played in storms before.

Hannah shook her head violently, "No way."

Violet and Aimee were practically dragging Hannah by the time they got inside the castle. They moved to the side, out of the way of the onslaught of rushing students. They leaned against a wall, watching as Hannah slid down and pulled her legs to her chest. The other two girls weren't sure what to do or how they could calm their friend down. 

They sat quietly for a while, until only a few students were trickling in, not swept up in the panic of the rest. Of those students, Violet recognised one, smiling softly at the blond as he spotted her. He frowned when he looked down at Hannah, hesitating a moment before walking up to the trio.

"Alright there, Abbott?"

"Sod off, Malfoy." Hannah replied, her head still buried in her arms.

He had the decency to pretend to be offended. He turned his attention to Violet, "What's wrong with her?"

Violet shrugged at his casual tone, "What's wrong with you?"

He chuckled, "A great many things, I suspect."

"Hmph," Aimee scoffed, "Yes, I'm sure it's a long list."

Draco only smirked, looking back to Violet, "Anything I can do?"

"Not unless you've got a draught or spell to ease a panic attack." Violet murmured.

Draco stared at her for a long moment, his easy demeanour shifting to guarded once more. Violet wasn't sure what she'd said to upset him, but the next moment, he was gone.

"Helpful, that one." Aimee rolled her eyes, sitting next to Hannah, who had gone from violently trembling to occasionally shuddering. She was still breathing heavily and her skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat. Aimee tried to wrap her arms around their friend, but pulled away when Hannah began shaking her head. 

Violet sat on the other side of Hannah, her concern growing the longer her panic attack went on. She had known Hannah was prone to panic attacks, but had never witnessed one before. Hannah had told her friends previously that she was usually able to ground herself with breathing techniques she had learned from counselling, but during the worst attacks, the only thing she could do was wait it out. 

Aimee and Violet both hated the 'wait it out' method. Violet hated watching her friend suffer, she hated not being able to help. 

After a few more minutes, Violet and Aimee looked up to a sudden figure standing over them. Draco was there, his hand outstretched to Violet. Violet frowned, until she noticed the little glass bottle in his palm. 

"A calming draught." He stated simply. Violet took the bottle from him. It looked to only hold a few swallows of the shimmering blue liquid. She wanted to ask how he had gotten it so quickly, because he hadn't been gone long enough to make it. 

"Thank you." She gave him a grateful smile before turning to Hannah, "Han? Here, take this, it will help."

Hannah looked over to Violet, her eyes and face red and splotchy. Her hand shook as she reached out for the bottle, drinking the liquid quickly. It only took a few moments for the effects to kick in, her body visibly relaxing. 

Violet turned to thank Draco again, but he was already gone again. Aimee and Violet worked together to get Hannah back to their dorm, the girl half asleep by the time they dropped her onto her bed.

They left her to rest as they went back to the common room. The tension and nerves were palpable when they joined some of the other students. They went directly to their Prefect, who was standing by the door, staring at them.

"And where have you been?" Eric Makon asked, his tone sharp, "You were to report straight here after you left the pitch."

"Sorry, Eric, but we got carried away by the other students and had to come back from upstairs." Aimee lied easily, softening her expression to be apologetic. Violet followed her lead.

"Mhm," He hummed, obviously not believing them, "Anyway. There was another attack. All students are to stay in their houses until further notice."

Violet was afraid to ask, "Who?"

"Penelope Clearwater, a Ravenclaw Sixth Year, and Hermione Granger, a-"

"Hermione?!" Violet gasped, "I know her!"

Eric frowned at her, "You do?"

"Yes, we're friends. I can't believe it..." Violet trailed off, turning and walking away. She sat on the first available couch she saw. 

"I'm sorry," Aimee offered, sitting next to her, "She'll be alright. I heard that the Mandrakes are almost ready."

Violet nodded, leaning against her friend, "I wish they'd figure out who's behind all this."

"Me too." Violet jumped at the voice to her other side, "Sorry, Vi."

"Cedric?" Violet frowned, staring at the boy who was perched on the arm of the couch. He gave her a half smile, "Hi."

"Hi. I heard about Granger. Thought... Thought I'd check on you." He sounded nervous, and Violet couldn't for the life of her think of any reason why. 

"I'm alright. I wish I could go find Professor Sprout, help her with the Mandrakes." Violet wasn't sure how to feel, truthfully. Shocked, sure; upset, definitely. She liked Hermione, and wasn't lying about them being friends, but they weren't all that close. They talked on occasion during shared classes, but rarely saw each other otherwise. 

"Right, of course." He looked like he wanted to say more, but he was interrupted by none other than Professor Sprout.

"Attention, please!" She stayed by the common room door, a roll of parchment in her hand as the lingering students all turned to her, "Due to recent events, the following rules will be in place until further notice: all students will return to their houses by six o'clock every evening, and all students will be escorted by a teacher to each lesson. No exceptions!" She sighed, letting the parchment roll back up as she looked around the room, her expression pitying, "I shouldn't say anything, but... Unless whomever is behind these attacks is caught, I fear the school may be closed soon." She swept out of the room just as fast as she had appeared, leaving the students in various states of shock.

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