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Flustered Crushes
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: The Black Widow does not get flustered. So why is it that Natasha canât seem to stop embarrassing herself in front of you?
Warnings:Â fluff
Words: 2795
At the edge of the bustling hangar bay, Natasha leans against the cold, metallic wall, her arms folded tightly, a faint frown etched across her brow as her sharp gaze observes the scene unfolding before her.Â
Near the base of the Quinjetâs ramp, you are engaged in animated conversation with Carol Danvers, who happened to arrive at the compound for a quick visit precisely when you returned from your mission. Â
You've been with the Avengers for a few months now, a former SHIELD agent seamlessly adjusting to the team dynamics.Â
Over time, you've connected with everyoneâincluding her.Â
So, Natashaâs made an extra effort to help you feel welcome.Â
Clint often teases her about her behavior, insisting her attentiveness borders on something more personal, something like aâŚcrush.Â
Natasha dismisses his comments each time with a roll of her eyes.Â
Sheâs just being nice.Â
After all, it's only natural to want a solid, dependable relationship with a new teammate, especially someone she'll be working closely with.
Thatâs the only reason why she came to greet you when you return from your mission.
At least, thatâs what she tells herself as she stands there, alone, on the sidelinesâŚnot with you.Â
Natasha watches Carol say something that makes you laugh, causing her faint frown to deepen.
The flash of amusement in your eyes as Carol grins back makes Natasha roll her eyes and look away, unable to take the sight anymore as a pang of irritation tightens in her chest.
She tries to shake it off, but it doesnât disappear.
After all, itâs not like she got here an hour before your scheduled return and waited to see youâŚjust to end up watching as the blonde space beauty swoop in, effortlessly captivating your attention.
Deciding sheâs had enough, Natasha pushes herself off the wall, preparing to leave.
However, her abrupt movement catches others around her off guard, and she ends up bumping into a passing cart loaded with tools and equipment.Â
A clattering sound echoes across the hangar as wrenches and bolts spill onto the floor.Â
Natasha curses softly under her breath, a mix of pain and embarrassment coloring her cheeks as she drops to gather the scattered items, apologizing hastily to the technician she collided with before quickly exiting the area.
In her haste, she doesnât notice your gaze, the subtle smile tugging at your lips as you follow her with amused eyes, tracking her every flustered move across the hangar bay, even as she slips away without a backward glance.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
âSo, howâs it going with your crush?â Clint asks, a playful glint in his eyes as he watches Natasha.
Natasha shoots him a warning look that would strike fear into the most fearsome of villains.
Without a word, she grabs the coffee pot, filling his mug before pouring some for herself. She replaces the pot with a decisive click.
âThere is no crush,â she states firmly, taking a sip as though punctuating her denial.
âAre you sure about that?â Clint asks skeptically before continuing, âWhenever Y/nâs around, itâs like you lose all of your charm and coolness.âÂ
Natasha gives him an unimpressed glare.Â
âReally? Coolness? Thatâs the best youâve got?â
Clint smirks, raising his mug in mock salute.
âAsk me again after I finish this coffee.â
She rolls her eyes, holding her mug close, feeling the warm comfort seep into her hands.
Just as she brings it to her lips, the doors swing open, and Tony strolls into the kitchen, spotting them with their drinks.Â
âOh, coffee! Pour me a cup, Romanoff.â
âPour your own,â Natasha mutters, savoring her next sip.Â
Tony feigns hurt, pressing a hand to his chest in mock shock.Â
âFRIDAY, remind me, who owns this building?âÂ
âYou do, sir,â the AI replies smoothly.Â
Tony gestures upward triumphantly at her before pointing towards the kitchen.Â
âSo, technically, that machine is mine, the beans are mine, and...oh, right, that pot of coffee is also mine.âÂ
Natasha rolls her eyes but eventually reaches for the pot, lifting it begrudgingly.
Tony holds out his mug with a victorious grin.Â
But just as she hovers the pot above his cup, she stops short.
âA âpleaseâ once in a while wouldnât hurt.â
Tonyâs eyes widen, and he gasps in exaggerated disbelief as Natasha raises a brow in expectation.
Huffing, he mutters, âCan I have some coffee, please?â
âSee, that wasnât so hard,â Natasha quips with a smirk, preparing to pour him his coffee.
At that moment, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open to reveal you, fresh from your morning workout, dressed in your training gear.
You walk by the kitchen, spotting the other Avengers gathered around.Â
A delighted smile spreads across your face.Â
âOoh, coffee! Can I have some, too?âÂ
Natashaâs response is instant.Â
âSure, Iâll make you a new pot.âÂ
Her tone is warmer than usual, surprising even herself.
You beam at her, and Natasha feels herself pause, momentarily captivated by the sight. Distracted, she almost misses your following words.Â
âThanks, Natasha! Let me change, and Iâll be right back.â
You slip through the doors, leaving Natasha blinking, still trying to regain her composure.Â
Tony watches with raised eyebrows.Â
âWait a secondâshe didnât even say âplease,â and youâre making her a whole new pot?â
Natashaâs eyes narrow as she holds the pot just out of reach of Tonyâs mug.Â
âDo you want coffee or not?âÂ
Tony grumbles before muttering a grudging âYes, please.âÂ
Satisfied, Natasha pours the coffee, keeping her focus steady.Â
âNatasha?â your voice catches her off guard, and she glances up to see you poking your head back into the room.Â
âYes?â she replies a little too quickly, immediately focusing on you.Â
Both Clint and Tony fall silent, watching the two of you with curious eyes.Â
âSteveâs got a mission tomorrow,â you explain. âWould you mind if I train with you in the meantime?â
Natashaâs mind races for a moment before she steadies herself to answer.
âUhâyeah, sure. Anytime you want.âÂ
âGreat!â you say enthusiastically before glancing worriedly at the counter. âI think thatâs enough coffee.âÂ
Natasha follows your gaze, eyes widening as she realizes Tonyâs cup is overflowing, dark liquid pooling across the counter. She yanks the pot away with a muttered curse.Â
âOh shâ!â
Tony steps back just in time, glaring down at his soaked countertop.
âReally, Romanoff? This is a new suit!âÂ
Rolling her eyes, Natasha grabs paper towels, unruffled by his dramatics.Â
âCalm down, it barely even touched you.â
You let out a small laugh.Â
âIâll be right back,â you say, shooting her a smile as you exit.
âOkay,â Natasha murmurs, her attention lingering on the door.
Clint chuckles as he takes another sip, eyeing her knowingly.Â
âYouâre right, Nat. Itâs not a crush,â he says, leaning back with a smirk. âItâs way worse.â
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
Natasha flashes one of her most charming smiles, leaning just slightly forward as the receptionist fumbles through her files, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue under Natashaâs intense gaze.Â
âHere you go!â the receptionist says, her voice soft as she hands over a key card. âIâm sorry again for the mix-up.â
Natashaâs fingers rest lightly over the receptionistâs hand as she accepts the card, her eyes warm and a playful smile tugging at her lips.Â
âNo problem at all,â she replies, her tone smooth. âI donât mind the delay with such lovely company.âÂ
The receptionist blushes deeply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and giving Natasha a flustered smile.Â
Natashaâs confident smirk grows as she watches her charms take effect.Â
Quick and efficient, she slips the USB drive from the computer, seamlessly hiding it under her palm as it rests over the key card. For a moment, she feels pleased with herself, effortlessly pulling off her usual charisma.
See, she thinks to herself, Clint has no idea what heâs talking aboutâsheâs got plenty of charm.
âNice job, Natasha,â your voice suddenly crackles in her earpiece, startling her.Â
Her hand slips in surprise, almost knocking over the items on the counter. She turns it into a casual adjustment, but not before the receptionist gives her a curious look.Â
Natasha quickly smiles, grabbing the key card and offering a polite nod before walking away toward a secluded corner of the lobby.
Pressing a finger to her comms, she mutters, âY/n? Whereâs Clint?âÂ
âHe had to step out for a minute,â you answer. âHe asked me to take over. Is that okay?âÂ
âNoâI meanâyes, of course,â Natasha says, the words tumbling out a bit too quickly.Â
She straightens, running a hand through her hair as she tries to regain her composure. Itâs not like she hadnât expected you to assist with missions, but the thought of you watching herâŚ
She tamps down the sudden flutter in her chest and forces herself to stay focused.
âYour next target is on the same floor as the key card you just picked up,â you continue, your voice warm and steady in her ear.Â
âGot it.âÂ
âIâll explain what youâre looking for.â
Natasha nods and begins striding toward the elevators, hoping her sudden focus will drown out the distraction of your voice in her head.Â
She tells herself itâs just a missionâprofessional, routine.
But now, with you guiding her through the next steps, each word falling from your lips makes it harder for her to maintain her usually calm, steady demeanor.Â
Her heart beats a little faster, and her cheeks feel a bit warmer than they should. She brushes off the thoughts and keeps walking, determined to stay cool and collected.
âUmâŚNatasha?â
She stops mid-step. âHmm?â
âYouâreâŚgoing the wrong way.â
Natasha freezes, blinking in surprise. She glances around, realizing sheâs heading in the opposite direction from the elevators.
A wave of embarrassment sweeps over her as she lets out a quiet curse under her breath.
âRight,â Natasha says, turning with as much dignity as she can muster, her face heating as she finally heads in the correct direction.
Oh, she thinks to herself, sheâs definitely going to kill Clint.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
Natasha steps out of her room, her leather jacket slung over one arm as she adjusts the zipper.Â
Your voice calls her name from down the hall, catching her off guard and making her slam the door shut in a startled motion. She spins to face you, only to be tugged back by an unexpected resistance.
Natasha looks down with a sigh, spotting her jacket sleeve caught in the door. Tugging at it proves ineffective, as it stays firmly wedged in place.
Hearing your footsteps approaching, Natasha hastily shoves the jacket behind her back, trying to appear composed. She leans casually against the door, hoping the awkward moment has gone unnoticed.
âHey,â you greet with a warm smile as you reach her.
âHey, Y/n,â Natasha replies, attempting a relaxed tone.
You eye her with a hint of curiosity. âAre youâŚokay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine!â Natasha says quickly, forcing a casual smile. âJust, um, examining the door. Thought it could use a closer look.â
Your brows raise in amused surprise at her peculiar explanation, but you let it go.Â
âWell, once youâre done with that,â you say, playing along, âI made a reservation at that new place downtown. I was wondering if youâd like to join me?â
âJust the two of us?â The words slip out before Natasha can stop herself.Â
A flicker of excitement and amusement crosses your face as you nod.Â
âYeah, just us,â you say softly.
Natashaâs heart gives a small flutter, but she maintains her composure.Â
âIâd love to,â she says, a smile slipping through despite her best efforts to stay calm.
âGreat, itâs a date,â you say, grinning. âIâll meet you in the garage.â With a playful smirk, you add, âAfter you finish your âinspection,â of course.â
As you walk toward the elevator, Natasha watches you with a lingering smile.
Once youâre out of sight, she finally frees her jacket and heads to the garage a few minutes later, finding you waiting by her motorcycle.
You hop on behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist in a snug embrace.Â
The warmth of your presence makes her feel a fluttering sensation in her chest she canât shake. Distracted, Natasha blindly reaches for her helmet and slips it onâonly to be met with complete darkness.
With a soft sigh, Natashaâs head drops to her chest, realizing she put it on backward.Â
The chuckle that escapes your lips behind her is quickly muffled as you clear your throat, your hands reaching to help her.Â
You gently remove the helmet, your fingers brushing her cheek as you pull it off.
When Natasha glances back, she catches the playful look in your eyes as you bite back a grin.
Seeing this, Natasha lets out an exasperated sigh.Â
âCan we just pretend the last few minutes didnât happen and start over? I swear, this doesnât usually happen to me.â
You laugh, unable to hold back anymore.Â
âOh, I know all about the smooth and charming Black Widow,â you say, your gaze warm and teasing. âBut I think this side of you is pretty cute too.â
A faint blush spreads across her cheeks at your words, and Natasha takes the helmet, this time slipping it on correctly, with a soft smile she canât quite hide anymore.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
Itâs another one of Tonyâs famous parties, where glittering lights reflect off polished floors and music pulses softly through the spacious hall.Â
In the middle of the dance floor, beneath the warm glow, Natasha sways with you, her hands resting gently on your waist as you move together to the rhythm of the soft melody.Â
You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning in and drawing her closer until your lips meet hers in a tender, lingering kiss.Â
Natasha smiles softly against your lips, and as you pull back, she rests her forehead gently against yours, eyes half-closed in a moment of quiet contentment.Â
Even as the music fades into the background, her hands remain firm on your waist, as if she has no intention of letting go.
âWhy donât we get something to drink?â you suggest, glancing over at the bar lined with sparkling glasses.
Natasha only pulls you closer, her fingers brushing lightly along the small of your back as she murmurs, âOrâŚwe could stay right here and have another dance.âÂ
Her voice is a soft suggestion, and she leans in slightly, her green eyes filled with warmth and alluring charm.
You raise an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading across your lips.Â
âItâs cute how youâre trying to be smooth.â
Natashaâs expression shifts, feigning innocence.Â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â she says, though the faintest blush colors her cheeks.
With a playful glint in your eye, you tilt your head at her in challenge.Â
âHow long has your bracelet been stuck to my dress?â you ask, giving her a teasing look.
Natasha glances away, the blush deepening as she realizes sheâs been caught. Sheâs spent the past few moments subtly trying to free her wrist from your dress, but to no avail.
âIn my defense,â she murmurs, attempting to deflect, âyou distracted me with how beautiful you look tonight.â
You chuckle softly at her excuse, reaching up to pull her even closer. With a playful grin, you press a gentle kiss to her lips before leaning in to whisper against her ear.
âThink of the bright sideâif you canât get it loose, Iâm sure you could just rip this dress off me.â
Natashaâs breath catches, and for a split second, sheâs utterly still, her mind stalling at the suggestion.Â
You pull back just enough to watch her expression, and a delighted smile grows on your face as she stares at you, wide-eyed and flustered, clearly caught off guard.
It only takes her a moment to catch on, her eyes narrowing in realization as she shakes her head with a playful huff.Â
âYouâre trying to embarrass me on purpose,â she accuses, a hint of a smile breaking through.
Unashamed, you bite back a laugh and nod.Â
âItâs nice to see the calm and collected Black Widow all flustered for once.â
Natashaâs lips curl into a smirk as she pulls you flush against her, her free hand sliding up your back, fingers grazing along your spine. She leans in, her lips just a breath away from yours, the warmth of her gaze intense.
âOnly for you,â she murmurs, her voice a hushed promise before closing the distance, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes you forget the world around you, the room fading away as you melt into each otherâs embrace.
~~~~~~~ ⧠~~~~~~~
a/n: just a short fluff with a soft Natasha that I had finished some time ago. after everything that has happened yesterday and today, I wanted to give some kind of happier distraction, even if it may be only a temporary escape from everything. Iâm still going between disbelief, sadness, and anger myself about the situation while also trying to be prepared to continue on. But hopefully, this was able to bring some of you some sort of break from everything else.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha romanoff x you#black widow x reader#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov x reader
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Donât worry, Iâve been told Iâll get advanced notice if the world is ending from my buddy in Poland. Iâll make sure to keep you all posted on that. Of course, he also had an interesting thing to tell me, which I will quote because I think a lot of folks need to hear this. However, saving that for a little bit later because I feel like folks could use a bit of a motivational speech (I gave my first one today focused on hope, and boy do we need it).
Here goes.
I want to start by reminding people that itâs ok to feel. Whether thatâs anger, sadness, hope, happiness, or whatever else youâre feeling, it is ok to feel them. Emotions should not be suppressed. I work very hard to ensure that I am a part of a community that is not only safe, but somewhere I can call home. I am always willing to invite more people into my home, especially in times of need as feeling safe is something everyone deserves.
I know that when faced with outcomes such as these, it is considerably easier to live with a victory than a loss. This is why this I am speaking about hope, having hope. I understand that not everyone has hope right now. If you do have it, please try to share some of that hope with those that do not have it. If you do not have it, hopefully you can find some in this reblog.
I am fairly certain that everyone has had the experience when something doesnât go their way. In the realm of Ninja (the obstacle course racing variety), this is rampant. Perhaps we fell on the first obstacle of a course, or perhaps we missed qualifying for finals by mere seconds. When this happens, we have two choices. We can either stay down and let the negativity eat away at us, or we can get back up and keep training and trying until we reach our goal.
Unfortunately, we can only do that during training. On a course, when we fail obstacle one, thatâs it, we donât get a second chance. We donât have that choice to stay down or get back up as we canât change the outcome. As depressing as that sounds, itâs true.
You canât change what happened and you donât get the choice to âget up and try it againâ. But we donât have to sit and cry, complain, or hide from it either. We donât have to give up.
Right now, there are lots of us that are down. We have communities that we feel safe and welcome in to support us when we need them. Together, as we refuse to give up, we can do each and every thing to help better our communities. It may not be a large difference, but a difference is a difference, and a difference matters! We can leave a smile, a compliment, or even a positive message behind because if someone is having a rough day, those small actions can make a large difference for them.
I encourage you to try to bridge outside of your comfort zone and meet new people, join new communities and try to spread some positivity in the world. I did so earlier today by giving a very similar speech to this one and again now by posting an abbreviated version of it. Do your best to make a difference with all people, no matter who they are, what they look like, or what they stand for. Because we will overcome whatever is thrown our way together, and by helping those that are struggling to overcome their own obstacles. We will believe and we will have faith. We may not know who or what to believe in, but we all know that we can believe in each other.
To finish us off, that quote from my friend in Poland.
âRemember that life is a long distance race. In a few months, a lot will change. In a few years, whole world will look completely different. Donât lose your energy and faith in being a good person. World will need good people.â
Choose to be kind, caring, compassionate, and empathetic.
Iâm signing off for now, maybe Iâll return with the next one I end up giving.
#destiel confession meme#motivational speech#be kind#be a good person#stay strong#donât give up#we will get through this#together.#late thought but maybe not as motivational as I wanted it to be#hope someone finds it motivational
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ââââ âą â â° Evidence of a criminal bond- part one
â âš âą â â° âš â
enemies to lovers at the detectives office
Jeon Jungkook has been your annoying coworker at the detective´s office for what feels like ages. What happens when he gets assigned as your partner against crime for seouls´s ongoing case of the masked serial killer? Will a vulcano and a tornado manage to find peace in each others chaos, while trying to catch the person responsible for the horror unleashed upon the nation?
content warning: please keep in mind this au revolves around the job as a criminal detective, therefore dealing with darker topics, including sensitive topics such as SA, m^rder, assault, robbery, blackmail, sex work, trauma, therapy.
A large portion of this work is fiction, while some aspects also have valid foundations in actual crime cases as well as psychologically related crime studies and research
further content: slow burn, angst, misunderstandings, comfort, eventual smut, trying to work it out for each other, a lot of plot/work focus, side characters such as officer Kim Namjoon and criminal psychologist Park Jimin, good ending
no taglist! - sorry for misspellings and typos!!
â âš âą â â° âš â
6:53 am
Static buzzing sounds around the entire office, a hasty jog through the chattered people and with a slam of your big leather bag to your slightly decorated desk, finally, you arrive at work.
the ordinary, bustling with people in cool blazers and coffes, couple cops and a large story board cluttered with red marker and pictures, at least that's what the countless shows make it out to be,
it wasn't like that in real life
While, surely, there are an array of different people having serious conversations, while there may the occasional cop visit, this whole, rushed overly analyzed office doesn't come close to your neat workspace.
Days mostly consist of reading through the piles upon piles of boring paperwork left by your superiors and attorneys, or investigating some string of robberies that are operated by biker gangs,
Some prostitution rings disguised as karaoke bars or massage parlors,
Nothing like a serial killer, no nothing even close has hit your very own, very organized desk in the span of your bloomed carreer
In fact, seoul hasn't seen an unpleasant visitor like that in 30 long years, three full decades
Wind rushes through the heated room as a window opens down the hall, most likely in an effort to flush out the stress that spans throughout the people- yesterdays events have left the investigation sleepless, having seen the on scene cops and crime scene investigators while passing through the door,
It was fairly easy to tell who it was,
a souless, empty glaze clouds their colorful irises- dark, deep circles making it clear that these people were there when it happened
"What the fuck did you do Hwang?"
your head shoots up, locking eyes with someone you did not wish to see right when starting your shift- with the entire department working on a serial killer case, irritated and occupied with following a majority baseless leads- the last thing you need is him.
"Thats quite the different tone from yesterday Jeon"
he scoffs, cocking his head while pushing his hands deeper into the pockets of his darkwash jeans
"Yeah? Well i called you and-" he sighs, "Explicitly told you not to take the case didn't I?" you nod, irritated at his obvious anger that you knew you had absolutely no business in,
you didn't take the case, hell, you had just arrived at the office
"look, it's too early to blame your issues on me-"
"Blame?" the disbelief in his tone messes with your already risen cortisol, only deepening the wrinkles of your frown, probably prolonging the sprouting of grey hair on your scalp.
"Hwang? Jeon? You already received the order?"
The monotone voice of your superior, also known as chief, makes both of your heads turn to face him in all his pale, 6'2" middle aged glory, the suddeness creating a small Oasis of peace between the two of you, stopping your petty argument for a bit
You had now wished that this blatant, confusing misunderstanding will be easily dissolved,
"There must have been a mix up" he states, his face curling into the typical shit eating grin that is etched into his features, like clockwork, it always appeared whenever he thought he was in the right.
the bubble of hope bursts in a split second, stabbed in full force
"As partners?" you blurt out, eyes practically bulging from your skull, the absurd implication of being Jungkook's partner makes your chief sigh, nodding his head in something you can only label disappointment
"Yes. I deem both of you as highly qualified, young individuals. i'm sure i don't need to remind you how serious this is" the chief explains, the same monotone voice now sounding like a cruel joke, however the lack of sleep and evident annoyance plastered on his face doesn't allow room for further complications
As expected, it earns him a shake from Jungkook's head, looking down and taking a breath to prepare himself to complain,
You were faster,
"We will do it. Thank you chief"
your heartbeat hammers in your chest, almost making you feel sick,
It isn't solely that now, you're being responsible for this huge nation wide case,
As abstract and insignificant as it may sound, alongside that, you're facing the difficult task of working with detective Jeon
"I am relying on your ability to stay professional and not let your personal fuedes get in the way" chief gestures his fingers between the two of you, resting his droopy eyes half lidded on yours, haunted by the Terrors of the previous night as he strides off,
Looking over to you newly aquired partner, he looks back at you with a clenched jaw, meeting your tranquill gaze as he speaks,
"Unbelieveable"
11:23 pm
You find out that working with him is in fact, difficult.
15 long hours had passed since your mangled, conjoined mess of what can be roughly considered as partnership had started,
This would have been hundretfold less hair pulling without the countless complains and microagressions,
"Can you move? I can't read this"
you huff, pushing the rolling chair further to the side of your desk, creating even more of a chasm beetween your two bodies,
This reffering to the monster of a case file that had ben handed to you- consisting of every possible report, witness statement, newspaper, autopsy report, possible subject you name it,
it was there- written somwhere in the horribly unorganized pile of paperwork
It slumps down your heavy shoulders, weight down by the hope and responsibility over the country,
"I can't get a read on this bastard" he utters, shutting his eyes. The same frustration that courses through your veins also shows on him and the way he rubs his forhead with his large hands,
The issue is, surprisingly there is nothing in this everything,
"Me neither. The witness statements all contradict themselves and there isn't anything helpful in the other reports" he watches you erratically reorganize the papers for the hundreth time, humming in agreement,
While you had been sitting at this bitingly cold, empty office for the past 15 hours, analyzing every line- reading between them, speculating upon the relevancy of each syllable, on duty officers are being chased around the city like headless chicken, led by baseless tips that somehow- always end up in sheer nothingness.
Nonetheless, you had read every word, soaked up ever piece of Informationen like a greedy sponge without a filter,
Jungkook is on his third cup of coffee, stratically pacing his caffeine intake to maximise his ability to stay awake,
"The department that had this case before us were nutjobs" he says, making you let out a small laugh, a rare occasion which cuts through tension and inevitable irritation that corresponds with this unexpected partnership
A long sigh of desperation follows as you recall what you have managed to gather in the past 15 hours, recalling the possible profiling there is to make on your killer,
Witnesses all contradict each other apart from stating that the victims had been in contact with an ominous man previous to their deaths caused by the rivers ghost- that man presumably being him
"All we have is his patterns. Women, all dismembered and thrown in the river" you tell him, leaning back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest,
he nods, granting you a look,
"Very throughly dismembered it says in the autopsies, clean cuts at the right spots. That sick creep must be a surgeon or something" jungkook adds, swiping through his hair
"Yeah, or a butcher" you agree, retracting your mind to the details of the killings. There had been no traces of dna found any where on the crime scene, no hair, fingerprints even scraps of clothes- something rarely seen in murders no matter how premeditated- even if the perpetrator had worn gloves, leaving without a speck is practically impossible,
how does he do it?
Aditionally, by how meticulously dismembered the body parts were, it transmitts the notion that the killer must be experienced,
"Possibly cumpulsions? He's uncharactaristically clean" your question makes jungkook think for a second, contemplating, "i figured. But that usually implies a history of mental illness"
"Yeah, and that narrows it down if he's on file"
you pause, "We should look into that"
He hums before turning the bright screen of your pc torwards him, guiding the mouse along the pad,
"The only reliable witnisses we have are the on scene cops. Let me write a email for an interview" he whispers, prominently groaning as you pry the mouse away from his hands, rolling your eyes at him
"Let me write it, it's my pc" your voice falls into a lower grumble,
"Oh okay miss, didn't know i couldn't use your pc, partner" jungkooks lips turn into a mocking grin, you lamely tell him to shut up
he pushes himself away from the desk, sliding the rolling chair back as he releases himself from the suffocating shakles of a long shift,
"I'm leaving. Another hour of this and i'm going insane" as he puts on his thick black coat, the dim light above you flickers, without a further note, his presence leaving subsides, resulting to your solitude inside the four walls of the eceptionally empty, staticly buzzing office
Your fingers type away at the keyboard, the blue, bright light eliciting from the screen strains your exhausted eyes with all their might, in the email directed towards your loyal friends and helpers, you´re practically begging them for an interview the following day
As you finally press send, your face crashes down into your hands- fingers rubbing the crumbled remains of what once was your mascara into your skin, highlighting the lack of rest you so clearly suffer from
With the obnoxiously loud sound of heels clicking on the floor and the shutting of the floor hall doors, the department falls entirely empty,
gushes of frosting wind hit your skin upon your exit already inhaling the smoke from your freshly lit cigarette, you attempt to make the trainride home to pass in the blink of an eye by disassociating into thought, thoughts that expectedly, revolve around what you had spend the past hours of existance with,
It felt surreal, that he must be out here right when you are as well,
In the same city, inhaling the same polluted air
"This stupid woman"
Jungkook pulls into his usual spot down at the apartment block, the tall lights shining a oddly comforting, yellow glimmer on his street
His hands slam on the steering wheel, blowing out air from his puckered lips as his head falls back- final relief, while simultaneously, dreading to be back at work in a meer time of 7 hours
Reverting back to the thought of you, he curses underneath his slightly labored breath,
he doesn't hate you- at least that what he tells himself, in all rationality, his unfounded fascination with your patheticly annoying "i can do it all" attitude is precisely that, unfounded
The keys jingle between his rough fingers, revealing his dark apartment, before a very hungry- playful Doberman greets him with a jump and about a million licks to his hands,
"heeyy bam.. you hungry bro?" Bam barks and Jungkook giggles in return, throwing his coat onto the hanger while the dog strides happily torwards the empty food bowl
On the other side of town, a siren blares- red, blue lights reflect on your fogged up kitchen window as the vehicle speeds down the road,
both of you silently prayed that it wouldn't be his fault once again
#redcherrykook#jeon jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#bts fanfic
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Do you have any go to Good Omens comfort fics?
i got u â¤ď¸
stockholmâs other syndrome (T, 5k): aziraphale lets himself get âkidnappedâ by a demon. very cute and romcommy
sit tight take hold (E, 150k): formula 1 au that got me totally into f1 while i am not even a car person. the type of au that becomes its own thing and you love escaping to it again
where a canvas blooms (T, 3k): cuddle arrangement au with SUCH gorgeous art too itâll make you feel so warm inside
manual handling (E, 8k): massage fic. ummm can an e rated fic be a comfort fic? sure why not. definite rereading material so
let me care for you (M, 1.7k) literal comfort â crowley gets cared for
big name feelings (E, 103k): fandom au and SO well done including the art. i followed this while it posted and it was so exciting
the gift (T, 3k): short & sweet they talk about the elephant in the room
my mind holds the key (T, 3k): aziraphale wants to know who the âbest friendâ was that crowley supposedly lost. superbly written
one night in bangor (E, 17k): a classic and great on every reread. thereâs a heaven-hell mixer and omgâŚ. the careful, exciting, fluttering flirtation
slow show (E, 95k): i know i know itâs such an obvious one to rec bc itâs so famous but genuinely one of thee best fics and a lovely reread each time. actors au
empirical study on the principles of snake care (T, 2k): sorry to be that guy but sometimes i reread my own fics and i laugh with the little jokes bc iâve forgotten them. aziraphale tries out some snake care tips on crowley
as always: begging people to add (self) recs to this post because iâd love to know what peopleâs comfort fics are. please share the joy
#my asks#fells book club#good omens#good omens fic recs#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#sorry i know this was in my inbox too long but making these takes time#and anyway todayâs the best day right?
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"Dad," Jake begins, shuffling a bit from foot to foot.
Uh-no, he thinks. He can pinpoint how worried Jake is by the mixture of movement, tone of his voice, and inability to look him in the eye. Did someone die?!
"Yes Jake," he says, giving him his full attention -- earnest and soft.
"Dad, I... have something to tell you... um... and you can't get mad about it or weird about it. And you can't interrupt until I've finished telling you, okay?"
"Sure."
Another second. Two. "Dad I've been dating-"
"But that's great news Jake," he says, relief no-doubt visible on every inch of his face. "Why would I be anything but happy for you?"
"Dad!" Jake interrupts. "I'm dating Nog. And have been for awhile..."
That makes him pause for a second. Okay, Nog. Makes sense. They've been inseparable since Jake first arrived on the station.
"Why didn't you tell me before? I might have opinions about his uncle on occasion, but that's nothing to do with him. He's a fine Officer, bright, loyal, brave-" as he speaks he warms to the whole thing more and more. A few years ago he might have had his doubts, but... and sure, he'll invite Rom and Leeta around, which means having to invite Quark around, but it's a small price to pay. Overall a good family, good people, and some people who grow on you if you're on a space station with them for years on end.
Jake clears his throat. "I also... am dating... Ziyal."
He stops dead in his tracks.
"Tora Ziyal?"
Jake nods. "Do we know another Ziyal?"
"Dukat's daughter?"
Jake frowns. "Dad, I said you couldn't do anything until I was finished."
Ben's own frown mirrors his son's, but he breaks it to hold up his hands. "Alright, alright. You're dating Nog and Ziyal. I'm sure Commander Kira will be happy about it."
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Dukat's daughter, but hasn't he long abdicated the right to come calling for in-law heart to hearts? Ben certainly won't be busting out the real peppers for him if he ever does mysteriously find out, but Kira has been Ziyal's default parent for awhile now and is naturally always welcome - and Ziyal herself is an up-and-coming artist, lots of groundbreaking work being platformed on Bajoran-Cardassian identity, explains why Jake's been writing so much on the subject for awhile now. Kira has every right to be proud, and even though the Dukat thing niggles in the back of Ben's mind, he's sure he can put it aside for hers and Jake's sake.
Ah, and Elim Garak would have to be invited too, come to think about it... he'll have to think about that one, but at least it'll make for an interesting dinner at this point.
"And Ezri."
"What about Dax?" Ben asks, jolted out of meal-and-seating-planning (well obviously Kira and Quark can't be seated next to each other and he doesn't trust Garak next to Rom, and he thinks Leeta and Ziyal might get on well)--
"I'm also dating Ezri. Well, it's early days, we're still... but I asked if I could tell you and she said yes, but she didn't want to be here when I did. I think Dax- uh, Worm-Dax that is, isn't sure how you'll feel about it, because you've known each other for a long time. But. Ezri's her own woman, you know."
He says the last part very seriously, like he's expecting disapproval, but Ben's not halfway through processing the first part, when the second part belatedly careens into him... "Dax?" he says, a little strangled.
Jake shrugs. "Ezri said if you could keep Jadzia and Curzon out of it, that would be great." A pause. "Especially Curzon. I know there's some memories or... but. I mean, if Dax accepts it then everyone should!"
He bites his lip a little, like he used to when he was much younger and was worried he'd gone too far with something or other.
"Dax..." Ben says faintly. And under his breath: "oh the trill-commission are going to love this..."
"We haven't broken any laws," Jake says, defiantly.
Ben puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "A four-person interspecies romance? Oh, I'm sure you are."
Then pulls him into a hug, and adds: "the variation on cuisine and custom within a single meal will be an interesting experience for us all though. I think I know how I can make it work..."
Jake laughs, relieved, and hugs him back as he continues to talk.
*
*The big problems don't start until the wedding planning several years later... meal prep really is the least of it.
Jake and Ziyal: softTM, bond over shared sad-mother stories, being young civilians during wartime, art, both of them are connected to Bajor - bonus points that dukat and sisko would be in-laws
Jake and Nog: friends to married, ultimate tol and smol, worried Jake when Nogâs away, long-distant relationship, they already know they can live together - bonus points quark and sisko would be in-laws
Jake and Ezri: their brief interactions were Good Chemistry, heâd help her find her bearings as Ezri, so supportive, theyâve both come off age pretty similarly, soft beans, bonus points sisko and the worm would be confused as heckÂ
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What do u think Deans main kinks would be?? Tbf though I feel like heâd be into pretty much everything đ heâs a slut and we love him for it
youâre so real, that man loves sex and we do love him for it!!!! i personally hc dean as a switch, so i think his kinks would probably be quite general and would depend on his partner, but heâs definitely up for trying new things! 18+
â praise.
that man is heavily neglected when it comes to compliments and gentle touches. his eyes would light up at every little âyou feel so goodâ or âgood boyâ. it doesnât even matter if heâs praising you or the one being praised, he just loves seeing you happy and hearing how good heâs making you feel. he definitely sees sex as a way to relax and have fun with you, so heâd be all about wanting to make you feel beautiful and desired through praise and compliments. he shows his love through physical touch and gentle words.
â manhandling.
now hear me out with this. dean wouldnât be big on being rough with you in the bedroom, considering how harsh the hunter life is. heâd want to be gentle with you, although he wouldnât be super opposed to some choking or a cheeky little spank here and there. however, heâd love it if you got a little rough with him, like shoving him against a wall or onto the bed, just taking what you want. heâd definitely love when you get a little confident and grab him by the jaw to make him look at you or tug on his hair as he goes down on you. he just likes you touching him, even if itâs in a rougher way, it gets him all giddy and excited.
â teasing.
we all know this man is a brat. dean loves making inappropriate jokes that make you squirm and shoot him disapproving looks in public or touching you in teasing little ways, just to get you riled up. seeing you get all whiny and needy in the bedroom would make him go crazy, though he wouldnât mind also being teased. in fact, heâd kinda love it. heâd love it if youâd walk around in tight little clothes, taunting him almost, or doing provocative little things just to mess with him. itâd be how you get him back. dean is definitely whining and begging if you tease him, âplease, baby. i canât take it anymore. need you so bad,â that kinda thing. heâd never tell you, but he loves it.
â roleplay.
dean would go crazy for a little roleplay with you. his favourite would definitely be cowboy x damsel in distress, although you playing naughty nurse would be a close second. initially, heâd be nervous about bringing up his lil fantasies with you. heâd wait until he knows youâre both comfortable enough with each other and your sex life. naturally, you wouldnât be able to wipe the dopey grin off his face as you walk in wearing whatever silly little thing he asked you to. heâd just love it.
â cockwarming.
dean definitely is making you cockwarm him as soon as he gets back to see you after a hunt or something. just sitting in the deancave with his cock up your cunt as you watch some cheesy horror movie, neither of you bothering to move, just completely happy with feeling him inside you. of course, it would eventually lead to him pounding in and out of you, but at least for a while itâd be sweet and innocent.
â sonmo. (both consenting with prior discussion abt it)
this might be another hear me out, but considering dean is a slut, heâs up for sex just about anytime he can get it. heâd be extremely hesitant to try anything with you when youâre half asleep or fully unconscious (he just doesnât wanna make you uncomfortable), but heâd be completely okay with waking up to his cock in your mouth or you using him while heâs half asleep to get yourself off late at night.
â mutual masturbation.
dean loves the idea of you touching yourself to the thought of him, so heâd definitely beg you to let him watch as you play with yourself. itâd start off slow, until his pants are so tight he has no choice but to let himself spring free and jerk himself off in front of you, while youâre busy trying to get off in front of him. heâd melt at that and the way you call his name when you cum. after that one time, deanâd beg you to let him watch again and again and again.
â edging.
this oneâs definitely more-so for himself. deanâs definitely jacking it in motel showers when heâs on hunts, just edging himself in there to the thought of you. heâd be so close every time, your name on his lips as he strokes himself, but heâd pause his movements right before cumming, just teasing himself for as long as he can take it.
â public sex.
deanâs no stranger to a quickie in the impala or even perhaps in the alleyway behind a dingy little dive bar. the thrill of getting caught would drive him absolutely wild. heâd be gripping your jaw, whispering in your ear telling you to keep quiet and be good. public sex would probably force out a more dominant side of dean. heâd wanna have fun with you, whilst also making sure heâs in control of the situation just in case you actually do get caught.
â toys.
iâm not sure if iâd consider this a kink, but iâll list it anyway. dean is definitely the kinda guy to see toys as an aid to better sex, instead of his competition. heâd love to see you writhing underneath him with a vibrator pressed against your pussy or perhaps even some handcuffs thrown into the mix (again, heâs not fussed on whoâs being cuffed). he loves the idea of you using toys on your own when heâs away on hunts. heâd definitely be begging you over text to send him videos of you using them.
â other.
none of these are really kinks, but i do wanna mention them.
i fully believe at some point in your relationship, dean would bring up the idea of making a sex tape with you. it would be exclusively for yours and his eyes only, and he would definitely watch it and get off to it during hunts when youâre not there.
i also think dean would be a little cheeky and steal your panties to take away with him on longer hunts. sure, calling you and receiving pictures and videos helps when heâs away, but nothing beats the physicality of holding your panties in his hands, wrapping them around his cock and cumming into them. maybe this is something he does without telling you, but youâd know when a pair would go missing and then return when dean does. it wouldnât take you long to figure out. and you wouldnât really mind.
i believe anything to do with him causing you pain or distress would be a hard no for dean. he loves you and wants to make you feel good during sex, not see you all marked up and sore because of him. he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. heâs definitely the kinda guy to check in with you constantly, âdoes that feel good, baby? you want me to keep going?â or âtell me what you wantâ.
your comfortability and pleasure is number one priority for dean. always.
A/N: ahhh such a fun request. these are my personal headcanons for dean. idk how popular these opinions are but i see that man as a LOVER if heâs in a relationship!! <3
#â๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪ ask fig!#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester smut#dean winchester x you#dean winchester drabble#dean x reader#jensen ackles#supernatural#soldier boy#jensen ackles x reader#dean winchester headcanon#dean headcanon#dean winchester kinks#dean winchester hc#headcanons
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late night with the devil - eddie munson
Eddie Munson x female! reader
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Summary:
Hawkins may think your boyfriend and his friends are devil worshippers, but heâs still just your Eddie.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, weed use
Word Count: 3,653
A/N:
So so so excited to post my first Eddie fic! I hope you enjoy!
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The people of Hawkins were convinced there were devil worshippers among you. Satanic Panic was in full swing, and the targets were right on your friendsâ backs.
They had always been seen as Freaks, but the group of metalheads and their love for D&D were under real public scrutiny now. You knew your friends were good people, but now you were being warned to stay away from them by teachers, your parents forbidding you from ever seeing them again.
Thatâs how you found yourself crawling out of your bedroom window at 11:30pm, your parents long asleep. The wood of the window sill scratched against your arms painfully as you lowered yourself to the ground. You hissed when you landed on your feet, checking for any splinters. You brushed the dirt off your jeans.
Dry fallen leaves crunched under your feet as you walked through your yard. Reaching the front of the house, you grabbed your bike from against the garage. You hadnât rode it much in the past couple years. Typically Eddie would pick you up in his van, or there was usually at least one person with a car in whatever friend group you hung out with. Obviously that wasnât happening tonight.
You pedaled to Forest Hills, your anger at your parents only growing as you went. Anger at them for falling for this sensationalist crap, anger at them for turning on Eddie and your other friends when they knew they werenât bad people. They may never have been Eddieâs biggest fans - they didnât love that he was on his third senior year and had heard rumors about the small business he ran - but they didnât have a real problem with him. But now they have let the news and gossip convince them that your boyfriend and your friends were evil.
You were still angry when you rolled past the parkâs sign, but it faded as you made the remaining short distance to Eddieâs trailer. You spotted your boyfriendâs lanky legs in his ripped jeans immediately, sitting on the front steps. You climbed off your bike and leaned it against the side of the trailer as Eddie stood, a cigarette in his hand. You walked over to him, rushing into his arms when holds them open for you. You wrap your arms around his waist and he wraps his around your body, holding you close.
âIâm glad you got here okay,â Eddie said, and you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he spoke. âI hate that I canât just come get you.â
âI know. Me too.â You looked up at him and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled at him.
âLet me finish this and we can go inside.â
You and Eddie sat next to each other on the steps. He talked to you about his plans for his next D&D campaign as he smoked, you hanging on to every word. Eddie was so creative, and his campaigns were always so detailed. It felt like being told the worldâs most interesting story.
When he finished his cigarette, Eddie tossed it aside and stood to his full height, holding out his hand for you. You took it with a smile and he pulled you to your feet with enough effort that you stumbled into his chest once you were up. Eddie laughed, putting his hands on your hips to steady you.
He ushered you into the trailer ahead of him. You had spent a lot of nights here since you and Eddie started hanging out, you always had it to yourselves since his uncle Wayne worked nights. It felt like having your own place together, sometimes.
You made yourself comfortable as usual, pulling a soda from the fridge. You giggled as you felt Eddieâs arms snaking around your waist from behind, curls tickling your face as he buried his face in your neck, placing soft kisses.
You hummed with a smile on your face as you popped open the can of soda and Eddie rocked you back and forth in his arms. âIâm glad youâre here,â he mumbled against your skin. His leather jacket was cool against your arms.
Things had been difficult for Eddie since all this shit had started. He and his friends had always been outcasts, but now it was worse. Now you worried for their actual safety, constantly scared some hick will decide to take the âsatan worshippersâ into their own hands and do something crazy.
You spun around in his arms, your left arm draping over his shoulder while your right still held onto the cold can. Eddie smiled down at you with that grin that always gave you butterflies. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips as they rested there.
âDo you want to smoke?â he asked, which brought a grin to your face.
âUh, yeah,â you said, smiling up at your boyfriendâs tall frame.
He pulled away from you reluctantly with a last minute squeeze of your hip before he was bowing dramatically and rushing off back to his bedroom. You laughed as you drank your soda. You flopped down on the couch, kicking your feet up on the table, nearly knocking over an overly filled ashtray in the process.
Eddie was back shortly after, perfectly rolled joint in his hand as he collapsed on the couch next to you. You sat the can on the table as Eddie handed you the joint and a lighter with a flourish. âLadies first.â
You plucked it from his hand with a smile, placing it between your lips and lighting it with Eddieâs lighter. Relaxation seems to wash over you immediately as you take a deep drag, holding the smoke in your lungs. You leaned back against the cushions as you let it out. Eddieâs hand absentmindedly played with your thigh as he watched you with interest.
âYouâre so hot when you smoke,â he mumbled, and it made you giggle as you took your second hit.
âYou are, too,â you said through the smoke and passed the joint to him. He laughed as he took it.
He put on a show for you as he took his turn, holding your eye contact as he inhaled and held the smoke. Then he was leaning forward, free hand cupping the back of your head as he brought his lips to yours and breathed the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled it, the smoke from Eddieâs own hit leaving your mouth as you exhaled. Eddie bit his lip as he watched you, a smirk on his pretty face, before he was hitting it again.
The two of you passed the joint back and forth until the roach was so small it was basically unsmokable. You were feeling infinitely more relaxed, sinking into the couch. Eddie always got extra talkative when he was high and this was no exception.
âSo I told him,â Eddie said, head tilted back against the couch as he stared at the ceiling and talked with his hands. âI told him no, we could not reschedule the campaign. Itâs the end of the campaign.â Eddie scoffed and looked at you like can you believe that?
You nodded at him, but you were having a hard time focusing on his words. Your brain was working so slow and he talked so fast. You felt some of the fogginess in your brain clear away at the feeling of his large hand on your thigh again. He rubbed it this time, trailing his hand higher and higher. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
He met your gaze with a smirk. He leaned in, his leather jacket audibly crinkling as he moved. You were relieved to feel his lips on yours again, the familiar feeling of his mouth working against yours, his tongue slipping between your lips. You hummed into the kiss, your hand resting on his chest.
âWanna go to my room?â he asked you, low voice rumbling in his chest.
You nodded and Eddie wasted no time standing from the couch, reaching a hand out for you like a gentleman. You took his hand and he lifted you. He followed you to the back of the trailer where his bedroom was, slapping your ass as you walked. You laughed, turning around to give him a playful glare.
He closed the door to his bedroom behind you. You watched as he went straight for the stereo, putting on some Metallica. He turned around and gave you a mischievous look before he basically tackled you onto the bed, causing you to fall back onto the mattress, laughing hard. He lifted himself above you and you scooted back to lay against the pillows. Your body buzzed with anticipation.
Eddie shrugged his leather jacket off, dropping it to the floor. His ringed hands slid up your legs, from your ankles to your calves to your thighs. You could tell he wanted it bad tonight by the dark look in his eyes, the way he stared at your body like he wanted to devour it.
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed that, too, his guitar pick necklace falling to rest against his bare chest. You rubbed your hands over the now exposed skin, feeling his firm chest, his sides, his soft belly. He sighed at the feeling.
âYouâre so beautifulâŚâ Eddie mumbled, hands still rubbing your thighs. His hands creeped forward until they reached the buttons of your jeans. You watched him intently as his long, dexterous fingers undid them with ease, pulling the material down your legs.
His hands slid up your shirt next, feeling how smooth your skin was always did something to him. He lifted your shirt as his hands traveled up until his fingers were grazing your bra. You sat up for him for a second so he could pull your shirt off.
Eddie took in the sight of you laying beneath him in only your underwear with hungry eyes. Itâs not like he hasnât seen you like this before, but it never got old. He never got used to it. His rings were cold against your skin as he felt all over your body, exploring at his own pace. You didnât mind. It felt nice everywhere he touched you. You could see the bulge straining in his ripped jeans.
âEddieâŚâ you whined, causing him to break out of his trance and look up at you.
âWhat is it, baby?â he asked as he kept rubbing his hands up and down your sides. It gave you goosebumps.
âReally want youâŚâ you whined again, lips pouting. Eddie chuckled lowly at that, his fingers gripping your sides a little harder.
âYeah? You want me?â he asked, looking at you with those dark eyes, laced with desire. Pupils blown wide in lust. Oh, Eddie wanted it bad. âAre you wet for me, baby?â His fingers traced your core over your underwear, finding the answer for himself. He smirked. âAll for me?â he asked, eyes shooting up to meet yours.
âYeah, all for you, Eddie,â you breathed, his light touch where you wanted him so badly driving you crazy. He pressed a little harder, right over your clit, and you cried out with a little âAh!â
Eddie laughed that sinister sounding laugh once again, then his hands were sliding up your body and around your back, unhooking your bra and tossing it. His hands immediately found your tits, groping them like he was seeing them for the first time as he grinded his clothed hips against your wet panties. You could feel how hard he was even through the multiple layers.
âFuck,â Eddie groaned, his voice so low you barely heard it. His thumb rubbed over your nipples before he started to roll and pinch them between his fingers. He leaned over, wrapping his mouth around one of them. He was moaning the second he got his lips on you, sucking your nipple into his mouth and running his tongue around it in circles. You arched up into him, only pushing your chest further into his face, which he appreciated.
He switched to your other breast to give that nipple equal attention. You moaned, pushing your hips up to press against him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. Eddie had you so turned on, you didnât feel like you could wait another second.
When he pulled off of your nipple, he buried his face in your tits, using his hands to push them closer together around his face.
âI could live in here,â he said, voice muffled between them. You laughed hard, running your hands through his hair, giving him full body chills.
He pulled back to place hungry kisses over your chest and neck, biting and sucking against the sensitive pulse point, getting the reaction from you he wanted. You dug your nails into his back harder and he hissed.
âNeed you now, Eds,â you begged, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. You needed him to fill you the way only he could.
He pulls back to look at you with those glazed over eyes. âYou want my cock?â he asked, looking fully lost in the moment already.
âYes,â you cried, rolling your hips up beneath him and trying to get him where you want him. Eddie took the hint and got on his knees between your legs. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them off slowly, savoring it.
He spread your legs wide, big brown eyes taking in the sight of your bare cunt laid out before him, all for him. âOh, baby,â he groaned, reaching forward to trace a long finger through your folds. He held it up to show you just how wet you were before he popped it in his mouth, sucking it clean.
Eddie reached for his belt, undoing it and pulling it from the belt loops before tossing it to the floor with a clang. He quickly undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down his legs, kicking them off. You moaned when his hard length was finally revealed, and he gave you a cocky smirk.
He leaned over your body again, kissing up your chest and neck to place a peck on your lips before he reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling a condom from the box. He sat back up on his knees and ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding the rubber onto his dick.
He stroked himself quickly a couple times then leaned over you, resting his weight on one forearm as his other hand lined the thick tip of his cock up right against your entrance. Your heart thudded hard in your chest at the feeling, you just wanted him inside you now.
Eddie began to push into you, eyes watching your face as every inch sinks into your warm, wet pussy, wrapping around him perfectly. He felt like he was in heaven, and he couldnât hold back the groan that spilled from his lips as he buried himself to the hilt. Your hands dug into his skin even harder, holding onto him like youâd disappear if you let go.
He peppered kisses all over your face and neck as he let you get adjusted. He pulled his hips back slowly, then snapped them back into you, drawing a strangled cry from your lips.
âEddie!â you cried, already feeling so much when heâd only just started. You felt your core tighten around him, holding him even tighter, and he hissed as he set a steady rhythm with his hips.
âGod, Iâve barely even fucked you yetâŚâ he mumbled, drinking in your already fucked-out expression and mouth hanging open. He couldnât deny what the sight of you like this did to him, his cock growing impossibly harder inside of you, his balls tightening, and suddenly he worried heâd cum way too fast like he did your first time together. You hadnât minded, but he had been humiliated, and he didnât want a repeat.
Eddie rolled his hips against you at the perfect pace. You tangled your hands in his wild hair and pulled him down to kiss you again, which he did eagerly, tongue in your mouth immediately as he tangled with yours and kissed you hungrily.
He groaned into your mouth as he sped up his pace, thoroughly pounding into you now. The sounds of the two of you - skin slapping together, bed creaking, your moans and grunts and whines and whimpers - filled the room, nearly as loud as the heavy music playing over his speakers. It drove Eddie even more wild.
He sat back up on his knees, grabbing onto your hips with a bruising grip and lifting them higher as he began fucking you with quick, shallow thrusts. You nearly screamed, the intense way his cockhead was ruthlessly pressing against your bundle of nerves with every thrust making you see stars in your vision.
âFuck, you like that?â Eddie gritted out through clenched teeth, his curls bouncing with every wild thrust into you.
âFeels so good,â you managed to say between moans, hands tangling in the sheets since you canât comfortably grab onto some part of his body right now, even though thatâs what you want.
And it did feel incredible. Your mind was fuzzy and you werenât sure anymore if it was from the weed or Eddieâs dick. You felt your release building inside you already.
âFuck yeah it does,â Eddie spits out, and he looks like heâs lost in his own pleasure as his eyes fall closed and his mouth parts, grunts falling from his pretty lips with every brutal thrust. His head falls back and he uses his hands to help pull you against him to meet the thrusts of his own hips, making it even more intense, which you didnât think was possible.
He looked back down at your body, one hand leaving your hip to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. The sudden sensation made you cry out with a high pitched âOh!â, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie pushed you to the brink with calculated precision. He hadnât been experienced when you had gotten together, but damn if he wasnât a ridiculously quick learner.
He could feel you tightening around him, pussy gripping him so good he felt like he might fall apart right then and there. He cursed under his breath, hips moving a little faster as he pushed you to your release. âYeah, cum on my cock baby, please, need to feel you making a mess all over me.â Eddie was practically begging as he spoke, desperate to make you cum so he could stop holding back.
âIâŚgonna cum, Eddie, oh shit-â
A proud smile spread across Eddieâs lips as you came undone for him, watching your pretty face twist in ecstasy as you moaned like his little slut, crying out his name over and over. It was music to his ears, and you were a sight for sore eyes as you utterly fell apart. More than anything, the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around him from your orgasm pushed him over the edge and into his own.
Eddie laid his body over yours the second your high subsided. He grabbed your hands and lifted them over your head, intertwining your fingers with his, and he kissed you hard as it finally hit him. Hard.
Eddie whimpered against your lips before letting out a long, low groan, muscles clenching and body trembling as he finished inside you, spilling into the condom. He kept pumping in shallow thrusts until he had spilled every last drop, his body completely spent as he came harder than he ever does on his own.
He didnât move as you both caught your breath. Eddieâs body felt weak, like he had used every bit of energy he had. Finally he works up the effort to roll off of you, pecking your lips before he does. You hear him as he pulls the condom off, tying it up and throwing it in the trash can before heâs sliding up against you and wrapping his arm around your waist, your naked bodies pressed together.
You turned on your side and he spooned against you, your body fitting against his like a puzzle piece. His hair tickled your shoulders as he placed kisses to the backs of them before laying his head down against you.
âI love you,â he mumbled sleepily. You could tell he wouldnât stay awake much longer. He had been thoroughly worn out.
âI love you too,â you said back, fingers gently rubbing his hand that was pressed right above your navel.
He hummed contentedly, and you pulled the blankets over the both of you. You had no desire to get out of his bed, to leave his warm embrace. Wayne never cared if you stayed over, and you figured you could sneak back into your own room before your parents noticed in the morning.
You really werenât concerned with the logistics right now. This was the only place you wanted to be, and you didnât care about anything else.
You felt your eyes beginning to grow heavy. Your eyes roamed over the familiar bedroom, messy as usual. You looked at his guitar hanging on the wall, the only other lady youâd ever have to share his heart with. Your gaze wandered to the bedside table, a polaroid of the two of you together on display for him to look at every night before he goes to sleep and every morning when he wakes up.
Eddie made you feel so loved and cared for. You hoped you made him feel the same.
You snuggled deeper into the warmth of his arms. You loved your boyfriend. Whether everyone in town thought he was the devil or not.
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I've never been more heartbroken in my life.
I was gobsmacked in 2016, don't get me wrong. I was devastated and frightened and shaken beyond words. I even had to go behind a wall and collect myself at one point that horrible November 9th, 2016, after colliding with a man wearing a red MAGA hat at work. A good chunk of us at work talked amongst ourselves about it, offering each other comfort.
But this? This is different. I could imagine dumb people making excuses for voting for Trump in 2016 -- saying that they thought a businessman would be good for the economy, saying that they wanted someone who wasn't a "Washington insider" like Hilary Clinton. Sure, it was stupid, but people can be stupid. Quite frankly, a lot of people are stupid, in this country and otherwise.
But now? Anyone who voted for Trump now has voted for a man who not only rounded up immigrants and put them in concentration camps separated from their families; bungled the response to COVID-19 so badly that the American death toll easily surpassed every other country on Earth; has poisoned the Supreme Court to the extent that they overturned years of precedence with Roe V. Wade and has basically given Trump cart-blanche to do whatever he wants while he's president; was the first president in history to refuse to concede on election day; was impeached for crimes in office not once but TWICE; was instrumental to and passionately supportive of the full-on attempted coup at the U.S. capitol on January 6, 2021 that could've very easily resulted in the deaths of his own Vice President and multiple members of Congress; has spoken glowingly of despots like Vladimir Putin and Kim Jong Un and even said he will be "a dictator on day one" if elected again; has both used slogans originally used by modern American Neo-Nazis ("America First") and purportedly told one of his ex-subordinates that he wanted generals like Adolf Hitler's...but also has by the day proven more and more just how mentally inept, vindictive, and mean-spirited he truly is.
And unlike in his previous races, Trump is ahead in the popular vote too. We can't just blame this on the electoral college being antiquated and gerrymandered AF like in the Trump-Clinton or Bush-Gore elections. Even if all of the third-party voters in this country had grown a bloody brain cell and voted for Harris so as to show solidarity against Trump and his form of American fascism, it still somehow wouldn't be enough. We could potentially blame this on lower voter turn-out -- according to what I'm seeing so far, even with all the votes not counted in this race yet, it looks like there were far less votes cast this election than in the last one, though likely still more than the 2016 race. But even so, I don't think that's the only problem. I truly think there were just a lot of people who turned out en-masse to vote for Trump. And all I can think in regards to those people is...
This is beyond stupidity or even selfishness. This is cruelty. This is large swaths of people deciding that they want fellow American citizens to suffer -- because in their minds, if those people suffer, that'll somehow make them happy. This is a large chunk of America saying, "yeah, you know all that crap about 'liberty and justice for all'? Screw that, I want a 'strong man' to bully people different from me for my own amusement." And -- perhaps -- there's also an element of feeling like their vote doesn't really have any consequences for them, so why should they care if the man they voted for is a god-awful person? It's not like that man will hurt them.
I had hoped. I had hoped, seeing the outpouring of support from liberals, independents, and conservatives for Harris/Walz. I'd hoped, seeing how many ex-Trump appointees were standing up against him, how much people were shouting their disdain for Project 2025 from the rooftops, and how many women were protesting in the face of Roe V. Wade being overturned. I truly had started to hope that America would prove we'd grown beyond our country's own original sin -- how our United States preached freedom for all while still being built on the backs of slaves and refusing to grant a vote to over half their population -- by electing a smart, successful, charismatic woman of color who sees our country as great in potential and wants us to pursue that potential as our first female president, rather than backtracking all the slow progress we've made over the last 200+ years.
But now...my hope has faded. My heart is in pieces and the world is so dark. I hardly know how I'll function at work tomorrow, even if I know somehow, I have to try. We'll all have to stand somehow. Somehow, someway...we'll have to find the strength. We'll have to stand, and we'll have to keep moving forward, even when it feels like we're a Little Mermaid walking on knives.
We'll have to stand.
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adding the 3rd interview from that day here, the one where Harry says Louis is a good boyfriend and treats him really well.
the tag here from 2015 was "and they haven't done an interview together in the last 3 1/2 years" and now it's almost 13 years later
and they have never ever been allowed to do another interview together.
clown ass Syco & Modest! behaviour
like, i need to rant for a second. my memory is awful, so i basically watched these interviews with fresh eyes and yes, they're obviously extremely comfortable with each other (and of course i see the flirting and banter and mirroring and how it sounds like they already knew every single answer the other one is gonna give and it's fucking adorable how they sometimes get lost looking at each other and how freely and easily they touch each other), but if you think about interviews where Harry actually said to Zayn, about Louis: "Don't say that.. that he's gay!" "Lou, can I give you a blowjob?" "Louis'.. Louis' boyfriend!" "And I'd marry you, Harry." "If you were a girl, who would you date?" - Louis: "Harry." "For my Valentine.. I'd choose you, Harry" "My first real crush was Louis Tomlinson." "Are you and Louis dating?" Harry: *nods & blushes* "Oh, that girl looks like Harry", then Louis: "Marriage. Sex, everything." "Female." - Harry: "Not that important." "With a man?" - Harry: "Hey, don't knock it 'till you try it!" "What does Harry taste like?" - Louis: "Salt and vinegar." and their million domestic tweets at and about each other (i'll add source links to all these later tonight)
..and these are only the ones that quickly came to me off the top of me head! There's like dozens and dozens more, oftentimes where words weren't even said and they just touched each other.. and oh my god.. the FRISCO interview, of course, where they almost climbed into each other's laps while also declaring "some people genuinely think.. they GeNuiNeLy think that we're together!" and Harry just nods, all dazed and still wearing his cock-appointment-blush and they say it again and again, yet curiously forget to say "but it's not true" lmfaooo and the air kisses and sign language love declarations and their at least 7 matching tattoos (that we know of).. the absolutely besotted way they looked at each other from day one... the way they verbally supported each other.. defended each other and got obviously jealous over someone else touching either of them.. and the rings Harry was gifted by Louis that he's still wearing almost 12 years later... like--
all of this happened without them being interviewed just the two of them or even getting a fucking segment just the two of them during things like 1D Day!
and all of this compared to how they behaved with each other during those Paris interviews.. the ones that were -to Modest! obviously too much... i mean, let's be SO fr.. in my personal opinion, those interviews are very tame compared to everything else. they're rather sweet and polite, honestly. they didn't even touch each other much; not nearly as much as they did in group interviews, because obviously that is safer, because you've got a lot more distraction for the eye with 5 guys instead of 2.
And they were the same age in Paris as they were for a lot of the things they let slip in other interviews then, where they didn't think they were being filmed or picked up by a microphone.
Obviously, the fact that they -so early on- were tried to be kept separated like that portrays just how desperate Clowndest! tried to do "damage control". And of course they failed, but not for lack of squeezing these two into such a sinister iron closet for so many years; piling up contracted lies upon contracted lies that add to all the pressure of two young people who are giving their love a try.. the more lies they piled up, the harder would it be for them later on.
and now look where we are now.
Louis & Harry Paris Interviews
How many interviews are there of just Louis and Harry? Iâm talking video interviews of L + H, sans Niall, Liam or Zayn to babysit them. There seem to only be a grand total of 2. And both took place on the same day. (February 14, 2012âŚWas it really on Valentineâs Day??) The Teemix interview below is broken up into 4 parts, but itâs all one interview.
This post actually took me longer than you might think because I tried so hard to find other video interviews of H + L. There arenât any. Shocking, right?
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Highlights include:Â
At 4:30 Louis reading Harryâs Hot and Dangerous on the fan-art: âOf course heâs hotâÂ
4:51 Harry says of Louis, âI would describe it more as funny and handsome and ruggedâŚA bit more manlyâ and Louis gives the brightest most amused smile to the camera.
The looks they give each other at the end of the video with the whole âdangerous dave(?)â thing. Many people hear Harry say âIâll get you for that tonightâ in response. I suck at deciphering these things, but it would make sense given  Louisâ laughing reaction to it.
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Louisâ face at 3:24 when waiting for Harry to describe Niallâs characteristics.
Louis softly pushing Harryâs hair back at 3:40 when describing him as âcurly.â He just..keeps..going..oh my god itâs adorable.
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The way they finish each othersâ sentences, talking about being normal lads. They seem so in sync and sound so relaxed about it.
At 0:38 â L: We still pop down to the shop every now and againâ H: Bread and milk. L: Yep, the standard.
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At 0:20 when describing their ideal girl, Harry corrects Louisâ âgood sense of humourâ comment with âGREAT sense of humourâ and Louis nods âyeahâ with the most earnest, serious agreement Iâve ever seen from a person in a boyband answering a generic question. Theyâre clearly describing each other.
This entire segment is a ridiculous display of how calm and in sync these two are. Telling the story of Liamâs chat up lines, agreeing on their favourite date spots (1:35), Louis proudly suggesting âcook them their favourite mealâ (2:12), theyâre so at ease with each other and so willing to agree on every little thing.
At 2:42 Louis tries to figure out how long heâs been with Eleanor and Harry suggests âa year?â. Harryâs just straight-up laughing at this point and again, clearly talking about him and Louis.
âI would definitely say Harry is the most confident with girlsâ and then he GRINS.
The way theyâre smiling at each other at the end is too much. Louis tells Harry, âyouâre on a whole new level of charm, manâ and canât stop grinning.
Hereâs a slow-mo gif of Louisâ cute head roll, when faced with having to choose his favourite love song.Â
Teemix Interview 4 of 4
They cut off Louis at 1:52 here and it makes me realise I canât even imagine what the unedited version of these L + H interviews is likeâŚ
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If your request is still open and if you're comfortable with it can I ask for Halsin, Gale, Astarion, Gortash and Raphael on thier wedding night with thier fem S/O?
â . đđ⧠characters : halsin, gale, astarion, gortash, raphael
â . đđ⧠content warning : mostly fluff, implied nsfw but nothing explicit, no use of y/n, fem!reader
â . đđ⧠words : 1,2k (235~ for each characters)
â . đđ⧠author's note : love i'm so sorry this took so long but school is eating me tf out (and not in the way i'd rather it to be done)
( not proofread, english is not my first language â)
â . đđ⧠halsin :
Your wedding takes place in the Grove, decorations adorning the pillars and the fountain. The fireflies waltzed gently through the air, the weather was mild, Spring had arrived and the trees were in bloom. Of course the wedding would take place during the season of love.
Halsin wears a set of traditional Druid robes, his hair loose and braided with rosemary and lavender, his brown locks seeming to be the real earth that grows them.
His bare feet dig their heels into the fresh earth as his eyes landed on you.
Your hair was loose and held in beautiful waves with little flowers set into it. You were wearing a traditional druidic dress, the shades matching Halsin's outfit perfectly.
Silvanus had more than blessed him; he felt touched by his personal grace to have you as his eternal partner.
After exchanging your vows, you were drowned in a shower of petals from various flowers, all smiling as you kissed.
Everyone was dancing and an all-you-can-eat buffet was on display. Your chairs were the ground, the rocks and the steps leading up to the grove from the fountain.
When you and Halsin escaped the festivities, you found no bridal bed of feathers and straws, but headed for the forest.
In a clearing sheltered from view, a witch's circle covered in moss and flowers awaited you.
Man or Bear, this night was set to be unforgettable for you both.
â . đđ⧠gale :
Gale had embellished an entire room, the powers of the Weave bringing an atmosphere and aesthetic beyond imagination.
Wisteria rained down from the endless ceiling, particles of violet, blue and golden light twirled in the air, bringing smiles to every body they touched.
Gale wore superb violet robes, had on his most beautiful earrings, his beard coated with sweet, spicy-scented oils.
The guests didn't need to be many, but all Gale's acquaintances and yours were there, and that was enough for you.
When you arrived, your dress was light, silk and crystal organza mingling like flower petals to trail your steps.
Your vows were exchanged, and with a smile he kissed you to the cheers of all around.
The surrounding area was transformed into a glade, the stars shining like diamonds on a blanket of blue velvet. Fairies flitted here and there, and you and Gale were lying on a set of soft rugs, chatting about everything and nothing over bunches of grapes and other fruit.
The atmosphere was a perfect reminder of your first night, in the forest, the milky way crossing the night like a multicoloured ribbon. Just the two of you.
Just the two of you? You turned your eyes, and the guests were gone, and the surroundings had changed again. A little teleportation, and you'd found yourselves in a bed, smiling and warm-skinned.
â . đđ⧠astarion :
If there was one point of honour Astarion was counting on, it was that your wedding took place before sunset and continued through the night until he took you to bed at sunrise.
Everything was surrounded by jewels, gold and silver at the request of Astarion, who hoped that this extravagant organisation would make the sun shine all around him and the guests.
Cazador manor had abandoned its coldness to welcome the warmth of the many guests, wine in their bellies, and laughter exploding in every corridor.
Astarion was elegantly dressed, having personally chosen the fabrics for his black, white and red attire.
The crowd fell silent as you descended the steps leading to the main hall, your dress and veil a gradation of white to red to black. If Astarion still had a heartbeat, he was sure it would have stopped in its tracks.
Your vows were exchanged as the sun crossed the horizon, and the party resumed in earnest.
The whole night was spent waltzing around, laughing as Astarion told you jokes about every guest present, and downing flutes of champagne bubbling with excitement.
When dawn came, he didn't waste a single second taking you in his arms, carrying you like a princess to the door of your quarters.
Your heart beat in unison as the sun peeked through your curtains and flooded Astarion's face in a warm caress between your thighs.
â . đđ⧠gortash :
the event was inevitably gigantic. The whole town was to cease its day's activities, abandon its work and come to the castle to celebrate.
All the best pastry chefs and cooks had been requisitioned by his orders to offer as much variety as possible in the dishes. The event was so grand that it made you wonder whether Gortash would not take the opportunity to make this a public holiday, a day of celebration for all in honour of your union.
Of course, Gortash had paid who knows how many gold coins for the best stylists he could find to make his outfit and yours.
He smiled courteously at the guests in the throne room, always mindful of the need to forge links and do business.
But these thoughts soon faded from his mind as you entered the room, dressed all in white, the very incarnation of purity and perfection before his eyes.
Your vows were exchanged, and a thunderous applause filled the room as the bells rang outside. You both left the château, the crowd throwing rice and petals into the air as you entered your carriage.
He would have loved to let the whole castle know that night that you were his wife, but he had built a house away from everyone where you could properly consummate your love.
â . đđ⧠raphael :
The House of Hope has never been so full of demons and guests of honour. I mean hell, the entirety of the Nines have been invited in here. You even wondered how the marble hadn't crumbled since then just by the sheer number of people here. But by some trick that has escaped you, just for this occasion, everything has been enlarged.
Raphael's wings have been covered in jewels, fine golden chains set with precious stones running around the edges of his wings, bracelets gleaming on the horns of his skull as he adorned the most elegant robes the underworld had to offer.
All the decadence of the underworld ceased for just a few moments as you descended the stairs to the main hall, Raphael's dark eyes covering your entire body.
You were wearing his colours in one of the most sumptuous outfits he had ever seen, and for this he had put all the best stylists on the case.
It was without doubt the most expensive wedding in centuries, and Raphael would probably have been furious if it hadn't been.
The vows were exchanged, and it took every ounce of the demon's strength not to rip off every bit of fabric separating your skin from his hands.
Fortunately for him, he didn't have to respect any marriage rules, certainly not in the underworld or in his own home.
It didn't take him long to kiss the back of your neck and for you to disappear in a dark cloud to the roars of joy from the guests.
halsin, gale, astarion, gortash, raphael
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"This is how you fall in love" | OP81
parings: Oscar Piastri x Reader.
Summary: Oscar is truly, madly, deeply in love with you.
Now playing: "this is how you fall in love" by Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler.
Word count: +1,2k
Warnings: I think none just pure fluff. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many errors). I do what I can. Not proofread.
Authors note: hey I donât even know if this is good - I really hope it is - but I needed to write about Oscar SO BAD. (Btw is Yale in New York? Forgot to look it up). Update: I changed it. Yale itâs no even near to NYC 𤣠Iâm a mess. Donât forget to comment, like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)
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It was a sunny morning in Monaco. The quiet of the city could still be appreciated. You were asleep on the bed you shared with Oscar. It was your first night here since you havenât seen each for the last time about 1 month or maybe almost 2. Time is a difficult thing to be aware of with his schedule to be honest.
Both of you had really busy lifestyles yet managed to build this relationship. Mostly it was a long distance relationship. He was traveling and working the whole year. And you were a student at Ivy Columbia University in New York City. As students it was difficult to find a gap between your exam and classes that fitted the races. You tried your best to always be there for him. Even if it was through the phone after the race. And for him that was really considerate.
You didnât even have time to breathe when it was exams season yet you still find time to call and check on him. He knows itâs an obvious thing youâre supposed to do with people you love. But still he really appreciates it.
He was so happy and grateful you were finally together. Because you donât see each other that often - every moment you spend together itâs so intense and pure magic. You do everything you could think of before saying goodbye again and part ways. It was the hardest part of your relationship. You said goodbye to each other so many times it anxiety breaking. He just never could get enough from you, from being with you. He has never felt this way about anyone and the fact that itâs been 4 years of being side by side it was crazy to him. How he would never get bored of you. You were always so intriguing, unpredictable, witty. You were the opposite when it came to what others could see. But behind close doors in your little magical and full of love world - you two matched each other's crazy perfectly.
Oscar is an introvert and really shy when it comes to interactions with people, always feeling nervous and so polite. You were always loud and could talk even with a wall if you wanted to. Always the life of the party so extroverted. You were the opposite but the same in a way. You would get so shy around him giggling like the teenager you were since you two met. And he could be the best at flirting and teasing around you. You made him feel so comfortable in his own skin and he just got loose and relaxed. Could be the real him with you. And just for you.
In your little beautiful world you wouldnât stop talking about everything and anything. Joking around and teasing each other just to end up having sex in the living room. The chemistry between you two was unmatched. Behind your four walls he was the most confident man and you were as well. Bringing the best of each other out. Just for the other one. You were sexy, fierce, not afraid of anything. He made you feel even powerful.the way he always uplift you when you needed him the most and the fact that you could be so vulnerable knowing he wonât judge. He never did. He knew the real you and embraced it. His love changed you so much. He is the best thing that ever happened to you. And you were his. Oscar with you was kind of another person. It was him of course but intensified. Open and free. You gave him that space, that safety. And he adored you so much for that. Being himself itâs something he struggles with most of the time. Shying away. But with you by his side he could be the life of the party too.
He loved watching you study so concentrated. He would join you in silence, maybe by reading a book, or preparing your favorite tea in moral support. Or he would just sit in silence admiring you. How the sun would reflect on you and how it could make you shine even more. How perfect youâd look. And how that could make his heart race high speed. He would feel so lucky to have you. The comfort he felt was so big. He would want the time to stop right there and live stuck there forever. With you. Also, he loved the way you showed him so much love. He loved your homemade cakes and pies. You were so good with pastry. It was your inside joke. Because you were so good with him as well. He sometime would join you and try to help just to fail miserably and start a flour fight. The kitchen ended up in a mess but you were giggling and enjoying yourselves. Everything was worth it.
He really loved sharing activities together. Whether it was a paddle match against George and Carmen or Maria Kart battles with Lando. Also you loved hiking together and discovering new places around Monaco where you could escape reality and plan picnic dates. He loved that you got along so well with his friends and family. Since day one it felt natural. Everyone was welcoming of you. He was so nervous about it. But it was perfect because for him you were.
He heard you coming down the stairs just in time for the breakfast he had prepared for you both. You appeared with your hair in a mess and sleepy eyes. His tshirt on and your boxers of lighting mcqueen. You looked so adorable. Squishy. he smiled widely at you. And you returned the smile hugging him tightly.
âGood morning sleeping beautyâ he said sweetly, grabbing you in his arms and kissing your temple. He heard you giggle.
âGood morning my Prince Charming. How grateful I am to wake up next to you for the rest of my lifeâ you said teasingly and romantically looking at him. He giggled blushing. A soft pink tone now on his cheeks. You always had that effect on him.
âand how grateful I am to have you in my arms every morning for the rest of my daysâ he said just like you making you giggle to then plant a soft kiss on your lips. âI love you,â he said, pulling away gently.
âMe too my loveâ you said softly.
You two took all of the things he had prepared with so much love to the table by the pool. The morning was beautiful and warm. Perfect. He put all of your favorite fruits and prepared your favorite cappuccino as well. He is always on the details. He remembered everything about you. You didn't have to ask - he already knew. He was perfect. Perfectly imperfect. There was no other man like him. You were sure about it. And you felt really lucky he even looked at you. These past few years were everything and more of what you could ever have dreamed as a kid. You always wanted to have your special someone - but you never thought you would find him.
You had your breakfast talking about what you were gonna do for the day.
Maybe this is what it really feels to fall in love.
Peaceful. Comfortable in silence. Not overthinking. Just being you and feeling loved. Feeling seen. Feeling celebrated. Cared for. Being chosen. The one. The bestest of friends. Your shoulder to cry on. Laughing until crying. Hugs and more hugs. Plasire. Deep talk. Vulnerability. Partnership. Support. Admiration. Trust and communication.
Giving a part of you to someone else to carry everywhere they went trusting they will never break it.
Maybe this is how you fall in love.
How you two fell in love every single day.
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HAIIII OLLIE !!!!1!1!!!!!!1!!!!!â(áľááľ)â â(áľááľ)â â(áľááľ)â IM LOWKEY SOOOOOO EXCITED THAT YOURE WRITING FOR TRANSFORMERS ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BLOG ENTIRELY MADE FOR IT!!!!1! + you already KNOW who it is â ITS YOUR BOY đźđź /ref
iâve been tweaking so hard over tfone b-127 bumblebae boy bc heâs so auuuhhh â đđ got me on my knees bc my type in men is so golden retriever boyfriends, BUT SPEAKING OF GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOYFRIENDS!!
i hope you donât mind me requesting b-127 with a fem cybertronian reader whoâs just his female counterpart drabble or hcs? like itâs giving yapper x yapper and golden retriever x golden retriever, no freaking doubt both fell for eachother the moment they introduced themselves and started to yap together. OK I TALK TOO MUCH, PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OLLIE!!! DRINK UP, EAT UP, SLEEP WELL AND TAKE BREAKSSSS!! Loves ya much :)
Yapper Adoration
A/N, not important: Hope you like it, Frankie. I tried my best. Also, it's Gender Neutral, not fem. Sorry! Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
-Ollie
CW: N/A(unless y'all see smth I need to add)
Words: 554
Summary: B-127 finally has someone to talk to
B-127 was first introduced to you via Elita-1. She had met you during her time in waste management, your bubbly and eager-to-please personality strikingly similar to Bâs own. Elita-1, knowing she had two loud and boisterous bots that needed constant attention, stuck you together in hopes that you would both get along and stop bothering everyone else. To Elita-1âs delight and slight horror, the two of you stuck together like magnets.
B-127 finally had someone who not only was willing to listen to him, but someone who actively engaged in what he said. Not to mention you had worked similar jobs, causing a bond to form from the toil of sorting garbage and the dream of doing more. You were just as positive and rambunctious as him, causing B-127 to immediately latch onto you as his new best friend.
Not that you minded, of course. You had your fair share of bots whoâve been annoyed by your endless chatter, and finding someone who was similar to you in personality and mannerism was just as freeing to you as it was to B. Neither of you were much willing to separate after your first meeting. Despite Elitaâs chiding of you both moving too fast, you had started dating the kind and energetic bot.
Youâre also one of the only bots B-127âs met that didnât immediately think he was insane. Sure, youâve joked about his âfriendsâ that he made down in sub level 50 before, but he didnât sense a hostility in your tone like most others seem to have. You encouraged his interests and helped him find new friends, showing support heâs never truly received before.
Thereâs never silence when either of you are around, both of you capable of listening to the otherâs prattling just as much as you converse back and forth. Having someone willing to listen to your interests and engage with them is something neither of you really realized you needed. While you were definitely more socially aware than B was, you werenât much better at keeping friends around.
You comfort him a lot after D-16âs departure, allowing him to express his feelings in a healthy way while dealing with his quick gain and loss of friends. He leans on your positive attitude to keep his intact as well, and heâs incredibly grateful to have you. He wants to have all of his friends back, but having you to lean on after losing one so quickly makes it easier to manage.
Neither of you ever stop bragging about landing each other, the both of you getting into basic lovers quarrels over who loves the other more. Whenever youâre seen together, youâre almost always touching in some way. Whether itâs holding hands, hugging, or leaning against each other, thereâs not much that can make either of you stray far enough to not be glued to the other. Itâs mostly for Bâs sake, as being alone for so long really had to put a strain on his mental health. Being able to hang onto you is a good reminder youâre not only real, but that youâre not going anywhere.
Heâs your best friend through and through, and feels super safe with you. He wants you to know youâre his favorite person and reminds you like, every few minutes. Youâre everything heâs ever wanted.
#transformers#transformers x reader#b 127#b 127 x reader#bumblebee x reader#b127 x reader#b-127 x reader#b-127#b127#tf bumblebee#tf x reader#tf bumblebee x reader#tf one#tf one x reader#bumblebee tf one#tf one b 127#tfone b-127#macadam#maccadam#bumblebee#tf1 bumblebee#tfone x reader#cybertronian reader x transformers
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"They didn't used to be like this."
Misha kicks his legs, swinging them over the edge of the rooftop. Sofia, next to him, swings more jarringly, even if just to keep the two of them in time.
They're talking about Helios again. It seems they're all the two of them talk about these days.
"But they are now. Don't you think you deserve to have something more?"
"What, like you?" Misha winces as the words leave his mouth. "I didn't mean-"
"I know."
Their relationship is nothing like it used to be when they were kids, and that's probably for the best. But the line they walk now is uneasy friendship, with all the pitfalls that come from being bitter exes, then enemies, then allies, before rekindling into anything remotely friendly. They swing wildly between quiet, comfortable companionship shared on nights like tonight, and sharp comments that shine a light on the work they still need to do.
"I don't 'have' Helios, Sofia," Misha says, making air quotes around "have" in a way that suggests he's trying, very hard, to appear derisive and detached.
"They're in your life, though." Sofia turns to look at Misha, tucks one knee up under her chin. "And that's great. It's what you wanted. But I can't help but think..."
"Oh, not thinking's pretty easy."
He's aiming for lightness, for brevity, but even Misha knows the joke's fallen flat.
"I can't help but think," Sofia pushes on, "that this isn't what you wanted. Not really."
Misha says nothing.
"You said it yourself. They didn't used to be like this. You deserve better."
"You think this isn't better? You think better is when I knew, in my heart, every time they looked at me, that they resented me? You think better was living in secret because the one person I love is the one person who can never know? My relationship with Helios now is exactly what I deserve. It's what they deserve. It's not perfect, and it's going to take time, but it's not a lie. It's not seething resentment. It's..."
He trails off. Sofia doesn't reply. Standard, these days. Misha sighs.
"I'm sorry. This was supposed to be a chill night. I shouldn't have brought it up. I just... They're different. And I don't know how to... to... to be around them now."
"I don't think any of us know how to be around each other right now," Sofia says quietly. Misha knows she means it generally - that they're learning how to be friends, how to exist in the same space, but it still brings the sharp sting of rejection when she stands.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mishka."
Writing Prompt #2867
"He didn't used to be like this."
"But he is now. Don't you think you deserve something more?"
#lost space debris#aka canon diverges into space debris#there's still room for angst in space debris#pre-space debris#post canon#post finding misha arc#oc#my ocs#writing prompt
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~YANDERE LUKA X YOUNGER SISTER READER~
(this story may have changes soooo yeah but I'll edit it to make it as perfect if I can )
WARNING: yandere, toxic relationship, read at your own risk, sexual assault,I need to touch grass and prey to god after this, noncon, weird siblings love(Luka isn't obsessed with hyuna), if there other that I didn't contain please let me know
The first thing you ever see and remember is luka who claims to be your older brother.after that you both are taken in by an alien that wanted you both to start calling him father as soon as he gets you both.
Both of your features may look the same but the health problem is quite the complete you are considered healthy perhaps even have a stronger immune system than others, while your older brother is the opposite since he has asthma, and chronic migraines already.
before you both were send to Anakt Garden you both gown up with robots trying to teach and take care of both of you but the ways of it are scary and it is too much of a business that they would even care on how you smile and how you laugh .
But there are quite a few similarities between you both hate paparazzi like you guys like eating, sucking, and biting on things to satisfy you both hunger you both gown up with huge appetites as well and cause your father to worry about it and he starts giving us less food which to this day you curious that how you habits have begun.
Sometimes you both wanted to pass the time faster you both would cuddle but just cuddling tho there would be biting and touching at least your body wasn't comfortable with it but luka told you to just brush it off and you'll get used to it. this would only happened in private not waiting father or even anybody to find out about this just between you too. slowly the cuddle went from biting to kissing to even touching at weird spots but like luka said" just blush it off you'll get used to it after all you don't to make me upset do you ,dear sister?"
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After that, you both were then sent to Anakt Garden father said it's the first step of your career you both are scared at first but at least you both got each other right? well luka health is kinda slowly getting worse there , and the other children's there kinda treat luka poorly because of his health but you always protect him by chasing the others away.
Time goes by in a blur, and with every passing day, you can feel the pressure of the competition looming over you both.The training is intensive and harsh, involving physical and mental conditioning to create the perfect idols. But they did have a playtime even so the daily routine consists of rigorous practice and training .
one day,while watching the other kids playing on the other side you and luka were playing with cube and seeing who can do it faster.two person came up to you both when you both look up they smile back and introduced themself" hello my name is hyuna and my younger brother is hyun woo do you guys want to be our friends and play?"
you look at luka waiting for him to make a decision he nod and your really happy about it cause you rarely see siblings and plus their very friendly not only that turns out that hyun woo is the same age as you while hyuna is the second oldest and luka the oldest.
After that day you guys would often hang out together you even started quit seeing them as part as your siblings because of how caring, kindful, and protective they are.
And slowly you start gaining feelings for hyun woo not just any feelings but a really special one even more special than luka and you.Hyun woo would often make a bouquet of flowers or flower head crowns just for you , he would also care for you talk to you a lot, and entertain you which you really enjoy. he would even help you to practice your vocals so that you wouldn't mess up in case and just overall a happy ball full of fun. and perhaps you can even say that you enjoy hyun woo accompany more then luka ones but maybe luka have caught on to you and hyun woo relationships.
About a year later of this at one day, after playing around you guys have gotten tried and decide to rest well hyuna go get some water you and hyun woo decide to lay down together perhaps even call it as a cuddle? Slowly you dive into sleep.
The next thing you knew when you woke up was you hear fighting??? you git confuse and rub your eyes and got up seeing what's going on.turn out it was luka and hyun fighting they rarelt fight even if they did it's usually luka who wanted to find trouble or he just didn't know about it but this fight is not like others it not playful it's like luka actually trying to hit hyun woo before you can fully process what to do luka use all his might and push hyun woo on the group causing him to accidently hit a rock.
Seeing that you instantly push luka causing him to fall on the ground when you turn around to check if hyun woo is okay but you notice his head is b-bleeee-bleeding , him not moving at all not even an inch
Hyuna came into the scene as well screaming" What's going on here and-...Hyun woo-"she stood there speed looking dumbfounded then robots and alien staff came in while hyuna was trying to leave his brother alone you turned around to your brother about to scream at him for what he did but you notice that he's hand is c-changing color-? it's was supposed to be- no not never purple you kneel against him confused picking up his finger and touching it not understanding what's going on why is so many things happening at once
You finally spoken out "luka why...?"
Hyuna kicked and screamed at all her might to put down her brother but the robots just pushed her away and the alien staff held her back she was madly crying. you wanted to go comfort her but when you were about to move luka held you tight "Don't leave me yet I'm not feeling well, sister" he said as he hold you tightly.
Ever since that day, hyuna has grown to have a negative sentiment to luka but even you can't blame her for what she has to be.
One peaceful night well sleeping, you got woken up by hyuna shacking your body trying to silently wake you up"(y/n) Follow me now" she whispered into your ear
'"Where are we going?"
"We're going to escape from this place from our owners and from this living hell, now come on we don't have much time left"
She then pulls your hand out of bed and starts running. You have so many questions in your head but before you can ask any question hyuna pulls you down onto the ground hiding from cameras and security "(y/n) , you may be confused right now but I'll explain to you when we both get out of here please escape with me you're the only person I trusted even after the incident. But please wake up there are many dark secret about this place and the future career all you have to do is just follow me and run across the field climb up a gate and get out"
Part of you wanted to listen to hyuna and escape this living hell and owners of a place but half of you wanted to stay with your older brother and is afraid that luka would be weak and may be left out .....
In the end you choose to escape for your own good for your own freedom and rights. You nod to hyuna who's smile at you and nod back understanding
You both slowly craw out of your hiding spot till one of you got caught by the camera and robots . you both run you tried keeping up to her speed . the alarms were to on alarming the others that the children's are escaping .
Some robots even try shooting you guys down but it can't . Hyuna begin to climb the gate to escape while screaming"(y/n) you can do this just trust me!"
Half way there you feel a strong pull at your leg and caused you to slip down and hit your head on the gate and the ground before you pass out from the pain you ever last encountered with her just looking down at you from the top with her sad and hopeless expression before she keeps going
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When you woke up you woke up your realized that you were not in the Anakt Garden bed you were in your home bed with luka on the side hugging you. You were curious and confused and eve scared that father would punish you. When trying to move you feel a sharp pain causing you to moan uncomfortable causing luka to wake up"Finally you woke up dear after a few days without you feel horrible but it's fine our owner has taken us back to home"
Hearing that makes you remember what happened you feel like you are disappointed in yourself you feel horrible for letting yourself down why are you so stupid there is nothing you can do but shed tears hugging your brother.
Timeskip many years later
You were sitting on the bed waiting for Luka to return from round 5 you both may be singers but never in the same stage or competition for both of your sake. Your competition was over with you winning and nothing surprising from what has happened multiple times in the past. But how do they manage to hold different competition and different members
Then you hear the door open, luka enters with his face injury and black eyes it's not your first time seeing this but every time you do it reminds you of the past...
Luka sat on the couch waiting for you to grab equipment to help with his injury. when you did he pulled you to sit on his lap "You're the only thing I want and need I miss spending time with you like in the old days....why don't we cuddle again like how we used to maybe more intense now since you gown up right now a baby anymore..." he chuckles cupping your cheek
(there hasn't been an ending yet sooon I came up with my own for now and maybe in the future I'll edit it better bc I only have one week left before my fucking important ass exam .But I just fall into the fandom bc of the edit it's so good man and I'll also try understanding the concept alright) I know this is really mess up but still...anyways thanks for reading
#alien stage luka#alien stage luka x reader#alien stage x reader#alien stage#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#dark content#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#luka alnst x reader#luka alien stage#luka alnst#siblings#tw noncon
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 11 - Next
Anya: "Are you sure you want him to accompany you?"
You watched Daisuke, who was excitedly putting on his spacesuit with Swansea's help.Â
"It's a walk of less than 20 meters, I'll be by his side, I want to give the child the experience."Â
You smiled at her, putting on your helmet, ready to enter the departure lounge with the boy.Â
You all had finally arrived.Â
Upon opening the hatch, the ship was connected to the Pony Express station, having to take a short walk to enter it.
"Daisuke, can you hear me? Don't stay away from me."
Daisuke: "I hear you loud and clear, captain... Woah... This is amazing..."
He murmured with his eyes reflecting the stars of the universe and walking behind you.Â
You entered the access code you had, and the doors slowly opened, allowing them to enter.Â
After passing the gravity adjustment zone, you took off your suits for a moment to have greater mobility and comfort to call for rescue.Â
Daisuke: "Huh, they also have thousands of posters with Polly here."
"Don't stay too far from me, okay? Here we are fine, but this place is huge, I don't want you to get lost or break anything."Â
You indicated the way to the control room so you could communicate with Pony Express.Â
A candy vending machine had caught Daisuke's attention, who smiled and headed over to get some treats.Â
You get inside the room once you found it, looking for the signal that communicated with the station on Earth.Â
"Co-Captain (Y/n) of the Tulpar speaking, can anyone hear me?"Â
You spoke into the radio, hoping for a response from the other side, which you got.
"Co-captain, did you had any trouble?"
You almost cried when you heard the voice on the other end, but you kept your composure to respond.Â
"The Tulpar crashed into an asteroid, we have no way to pilot the ship ourselves, the autopilot directed us here after we were diverted by the impact. Captain Curly has been very badly injured after the crash. We await rescue at station 27-4-33. We have a crew member removed for violating the Pony Express behavior rules."Â
You sighed with a smile as you said that.Â
"We received the information about the crash, the cockpit technology alerted us, and a bad practice was made, you caused the crash yourselves."Â
"...We need a rescue at station 27-4-33"
You repeated it, ignoring what he said, as it didn't seem relevant to you at that moment.Â
"They will be deducted for all the damages caused to the ship, their salaries will be revoked."
"Do whatever you want with that money! We need you to send a rescue, damn it!"
You were already getting frustrated with the monotonous voice on the other end.Â
"A rescue ship will be sent to you, it will arrive at the station in about three months, along with a specialized sector for the person who needs to be reprimanded, hold on there. Is the load still intact?"
You were ready to insult them again, but you chose to keep your comments to yourself.
"...No, the cargo has been opened, two boxes have been emptied..."
"That will also be deducted from your crew. Later, we will clarify the individuals responsible for each incident to deduct from the appropriate person. Thank you for your honesty and patience, Co-Captain (Y/n)"
You ended the transmission, not wanting to hear anything more of what he had to say to you, you couldn't believe he cared more about the material damage than the crew.Â
"Now... All that's left is to wait..."
You moved side to side in the swivel chair, looking at the ceiling, thinking about what was going to happen next.Â
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a loud bang coming from the hallway.Â
You immediately got up from your seat and ran towards the noise, to find Daisuke with his arm stuck in the vending machine.Â
"...Daisuke..."
Daisuke: "It didn't give me my toffees!... Can you help me?"
He smiled at you somewhat embarrassed as he said that, you furrowed your brow for a moment and then laughed a little.
"There's no other option but to amputate your arm."
You found his terrified face amusing at your words, but soon you calmed him down to slowly help him pull his arm out of that machine.Â
Daisuke: "My toffees..."
You looked at the machine, the candy he had selected was stuck, you took a few steps to move away from there.
Daisuke thought they were going back to the ship, until he saw you running towards the machine and you gave it a good kick, breaking the glass that protected the candy.Â
"Grab as many as you can, we can take them in the suitcase to the ship."
You pointed to a suitcase that was used to carry things from the station to the ship in space.
"I'll look for medicine and bandages, Curly needs a change... I hope their wounds haven't gotten infected... We have been reusing his bandages...
You shook your head, wanting to rid yourself of the bad thoughts, ready to go get the medicine, while Daisuke was happy eating the treat he had chosen.
#do it for them mouthwashing#mouthwash#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing x reader#curly mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#captain curly#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#captain curly x reader#mouthwashing curly
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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 8
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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI
Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed
â ď¸Caution before readingâ ď¸
There's some deep conversations in this chapter so I advise to read with caution. A warning is there's heavy talk of Woojin, please remember the names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters are based after. The actions, views, personalities and characteristics of these characters do not in any way shape or form reflect their real selves. This story is all for fun so please keep it that way. No hate. It took me a good two days to write this chapter with many breaks in between. I wasn't sure how I should write Y/n's backstory and had decided on trying to make it more relatable. For anyone who's used to reading my stories either on here or other platforms know I write a lot of things based on my own personal experiences so I can write better endings especially with comfort characters. This series is no different. Please know that I did exaggerate parts of it and everything that happened was years ago and I have gotten away from it. Thank you now please enjoy.
Chapter 8
Y/nâs dry heat lasted four days. Four days of them all taking turns cuddling with her in the nest keeping her fed and hydrated. Every morning and night Minho would kick everyone out of the den and apply the creams to her now mostly healed wounds and make sure she takes her medicine before helping her change into new clothes having been sweating through the previous ones each time.Â
The worst day had to have been the second when she became super emotionless and just seemed to be a shell of a person. Her scent even became almost nonexistent. But they stayed with her especially when it caused her to sub-drop that night and they barely got any sleep trying to make sure she didnât drop too deeply.Â
They all slept in the nest with her every night, well except for Hyunjin. He didnât come home the first night and snuck in the second night when they were all dealing with Y/nâs sub-drop. It was the third morning when her scent went back to normal from it that his beta started telling him sheâs his fated mate causing his stomach to drop and his heart to ache.Â
He would go downstairs occasionally, pretending to grab a drink or food and would subtly check in on her. That night he silently cried himself to sleep on the couch wanting to be close to her but knew he had fucked up. The fourth night after he cried himself to sleep again Changbin grabbed him from the couch and carried him to join everyone else in the nest.Â
Hyunjin woke up the fifth morning in the nest with Jeongin hovering over him curiously. âHi Innie.âÂ
âYou better apologize to her.â The alpha tries to act dominant but it doesnât last long as he pounces on him. âIâve missed you, I hate when you act like that.âÂ
âIâll apologize, I promise.â Hyunjin pulls the pup closer to him, happy to be with his mates again.Â
âMins going to kick us out soon to do what he needs to.â Jeongin whispers nuzzling into the betas neck.
And the youngest was right, as soon after Minho kicked them all out and moved to the omega to wake her up. âCome on kitten.â
âLet me sleep, Min.â She rolls over.
âLook at me, omega.â He places a hand in her hair and rubs gently as she whines and looks up at him.
The alpha sighs in relief when he sees her eyes are no longer foggy as they have been.
âYou okay baby?â
âMy body aches a bit.â She yawns and stretches. âAnd I need a shower.â
He smiles down at her, happy the dry heat is over. âHow about a bubble bath instead? I don���t think any of us are ready for you to be alone quite yet.â
âIâm pretty sure weâve established already that you need to take me on a date first before you can get my clothes off.â She smirks causing him to give an evil grin.
âKitten, Iâve been taking your clothes off for the last four days.â
âYah!â She blushes in embarrassment and quickly covers her face with one of the nearby blankets. âIâm sorry you guys had to do all of that.â She whimpers and Minho grabs the top of the blanket pulling it down to see her face.
âYou donât have to apologize for that, baby.â His hand finds its way back into her hair. âYou never have to apologize for things like this. Weâll take care of you, always, no matter what. Itâs what packs do, especially for their mates.â
âBut Iâm not even pack.â She frowns. âAnd Iâm not mated to you guys.â
âYou are pack, no one can say otherwise.â He smiles at her. âAnd weâll get you mated to us soon enough.â
She blushes again and he canât help but fawn over how cute she is as he moves his hands down to her sides and starts tickling her.
âNo, Min, stop.â She laughs trying to wiggle away from him.
âOnly if you promise to stop frowning so much.â
âOkay, okay, I give.â She giggles, he stops and smiles down at her.
âThereâs that beautiful smile.âÂ
Chan pokes his head in the door. âI heard her laughing, Iâm guessing itâs over?â
âYeah.â Y/n sits up properly and the alpha sighs walking into the room moving to the nest.Â
âYou scared us a little, baby girl.â He pulls her to his chest. âBut youâre good now and thatâs what matters. How are you feeling?â
âA bit achy and in need of a shower.â
Chan frowns a little at this. âHow about a bubble bath?â
âThatâs what I told her too.â Minho smiles.
She rolls her eyes. âI donât need all of you sitting in the bathroom while I take a bath. I think Iâll be okay alone.âÂ
âFor our sanity, please just let one of us sit in there with you.â Chan tries to negotiate.Â
âFine.â The omega crosses her arms. âBut itâs going to be Felix who does.â
âDeal.â Both alphas agree.
âIâll go start it and let Lix know.â Minho stands up.
âMake sure to use Hyunjins expensive bath salts and bubbles.â Chan smirks. âHe deserves it after how he was acting.â
Minho nods with a smirk and leaves the den and Chan turns back to the girl.
âMy memories are a bit hazy from the last few days but I remember Seungmin helping me when it first started.â She whispers. âBut I donât remember Hyunjin ever being around. Is he still not happy?â
âWell Iâll tell you this.â The alpha coos at her. âJinnie cried himself to sleep on the couch the last two nights and Bin had to bring him to the nest last night. He hasnât said anything about you being her for the last two days and considering that and the fact that he was not so subtly trying to check on you, I think heâs realized how badly he fucked up. Just like Minnie did.âÂ
Y/n nods but also feels guilty for being the reason the oldest beta was crying himself to sleep.
âSoooâŚâ she rings her fingers together. âWhatâs going to happen now?âÂ
âYouâre gonna get washed up and itâs the last day you need to take the antibiotics and do the creams.â He explained. âAnd then weâre gonna sit down as a pack and discuss everything.âÂ
She nods and starts to overthink about how the pack meeting will go but doesnât get to worry for long as Felix rushes in tackling her into the nest.
âHi sunshine.â He purrs. âIâm so glad to see youâre better now.âÂ
âHi Lixie.â She nuzzles into him.
The older omega turns to Chan. âCan I take her now?âÂ
The alpha canât help but smile at the two. âYes baby, you can take her.âÂ
Felix grabs her hand, dragging her out of the nest and into the large bathroom on the first floor where Minho is just turning the taps off for the bath. The room smells of bath salts and the tub is full of bubbles.Â
âI put your clothes on the counter.â Minho motions. âAnd Iâll be back afterwards to help you apply the creams. Lix keep an eye on her. Shout if you guys need anything.â
 Felix turns away as she strips and gets into the bath and once she tells him heâs good he sits against the wall next to the tub and talks with her as she soaks. He helps her wash her back then her hair and once she was ready to get out he left to get Minho again as she dried off and changed into shorts and a bra for the alpha to help her with the creams one last time and after getting her shirt on they head into the dining room.
âY/n.â Seungmin comes over to her. âIâm really sorryâŚâ
The omega hugs him tightly, surprising him. âItâs okay.â He relaxes and hugs her back. âThank you for helping me.â
âOf course pup.â He buries his nose into her neck.
âIâm also really sorry for how I acted.â Hyunjin stands nearby. âI know itâs going to take some time with everything I said but Iâll work on it as I know now that you are our omega.â
Y/n smiles at him and nods as Seungmin lets her go and everyone moves to sit around the table to discuss everything.Â
âSo first things first Y/n.â Chan starts, sitting across from her. âYou wanted to tell us about what happened before we found you. If youâre not ready yet thatâs okay, just let us know when you are.â
âHyunjin and Seungmin also wanted to explain themselves for how they acted.â Changbin explains, sitting between the two betas. âIt will also help give you some understanding about the pack's history.â
Seungmin sighs, leaning back against the chair. âAs you saw in the pictures in the tenth bedroom upstairs, we had another pack member, another alpha. That was his room.â
âHis name was Woojin.â Hyunjin crosses his arms. âIt was back before all of us officially became each other's mates but we had all been discussing it as we understood we were each other's fated mates. We had also all agreed we would be looking for you, our fated omega.â
âBut Woojin had other ideas.â Felix growls which was the first time sheâs ever heard something like that from him.
âWoojin didnât see omegas the same way as we do.â Hyunjin watches the omega like beta. âHe was very much not accepting of how Felix is when he finally had the confidence to explain his omega tendencies to us.â
Y/n grabs the other omegaâs hand for both his and hers comfort.Â
âWe also saw it very quickly as he had started treating Lix poorly.â Jeongin grits his teeth. âWas treating him as though he wasnât a person and we couldnât accept that.â
âI understand that.â She whispers looking down at her and Felixâs intertwined hands.Â
All of their hearts break hearing her words.Â
âInnie was a late presenter and was a pretty fresh alpha at the time.â Minho pulls the youngest to him. âBecause of it he was still learning but he knew to be protective of Lix as though he was his omega and it caused a nasty fight to break out.â
âWe knew we couldnât keep someone like him around.â Chanâs fist is clenched on the table. âWe told him he had to leave which caused an even worse fight.â
âThere was blood.â Jisung shudders. âAnd later we found out he had assaulted someone in town.â
âThatâs why we keep his room off limits.â Seungmin motions upstairs. âWhatever he left and any photos with him in it the alphas packed up in boxes and left them in there.â
âAfter that we all agreed for our sake that eight is fate.â Hyunjin whispers. âWhy Minnie and I werenât happy about your presence here. We were afraid of something like that again. Getting attached just for you to do something to hurt us and leave.â
Y/n nods in understanding, unsure what to even say after hearing all of that as sheâs still looking down at hers and Felixâs hands. She tried to speak a few times, opening her mouth only for nothing to be said.
Chan gets up and walks over to her chair pulling it out a bit so he can kneel in front of her. âWhatâs going on in that head of yours, baby girl?â
âA lot.â She mumbles looking at him. âEverything you guys had said as well as me trying to figure out how to tell you my situation.â
âYou donât have to tell us yet if you arenât ready.âÂ
âNo.â She shakes her head. âYou guys need to know.â
âAre you sure?â Felix squeezes her hand.Â
She nods and Jisung scoots over to the empty chair on his other side so Chan can take his seat to be next to the omega.Â
âLike Innie, I presented late.â She sighs. âMy family consists of mostly betas. The only alphas being my grandfather, uncle and youngest cousin. Iâm the only omega in several generations in the whole pack. Both my parents, older brother and four younger siblings are all betas. As well as the rest of my aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. Most other pack members are betas with the occasional alpha.We all originally thought I was one too until I was seventeen and had my first heat. Even before then though I was treated differently.â
âMy grandfather is the pack alpha. I was the oldest girl so there were a lot of expectations put on me that I was never able to meet. From a young age, every family or pack event I was the one to do everything. Clean, help cook, set everything up while all the other kids got to play. They would tell me to do several things at the same time and if I didnât get something done in the time they wanted because I was doing the other stuff first I was reprimanded and punished. If my older brother tried to help me I was reprimanded or punished for putting my load on him instead of just doing it myself.â
âWhat would they do?â Jisung asks, leaning his head on Chan's arm.Â
âAt first it was just more chores that would just get stupider, like dust underneath of the dining table or not let me play with the other kids at all or say I didnât deserve presents on Christmas and my birthday.â She sighs. âAs I got older it became I wasnât allowed to eat or no one was to talk to me for the whole day. Then it was all of that and I was locked in the basement away from everyone for a few hours. Nothing to really physically harm me as my grandfather wanted to look good as the pack alpha.â
Chan looks down at her still slightly bruised wrist with a raised brow. âIâll get to that.â She whispers. âEveryone in our pack lived in the neighborhood so we were to always put on an act that we were the perfect family.â Y/n couldnât help but to chuckle as she shook her head. âBut we were far from that. My older brother never wanted to come around so my family would use the excuse of how hardworking he is, being busy with school and work. My parents separated and my dad left the pack and mated with an alpha female ten years younger than him and had my four younger siblings. My mom was a verbally, emotionally and mentally abusive alcoholic and anytime she fucked up, pissing her parents off they took it out on me. Would ignore me for weeks or months until I apologized, for I never even knew what, just for it to happen again not long after. Would âforgetâ to pick me up from school, leaving me there after theyâd get my cousins. Prioritized everything my cousins had over anything I had. The worst having been the first time she went to rehab when I was fourteen.â
The omega takes in a deep breath as Felix pulls her closer to him for comfort and Chan places a hand on her thigh. âWhen I presented my familyâs first reaction was to find a doctor who would administer the suppressant injections. The pack didnât know and they were gonna make sure it stayed that way so every month, on the first, I was taken to that doctor to get the injection done. Wasnât pleasant, it was painful, felt like it was burning in my veins for the first twenty four hours. I still went to school and graduated high school, even took a year of college. My mom was the main one who kept my food intake restricted to protein shakes and salads. Said that if I ate anything other than that then I would start to become curvier like an omega and they couldnât have that. She got worse and she went to rehab for the second time when I was nineteen. Then again when I was twenty, then twenty two.â
âAnd again last week.â The boys were all shocked by this as their eyes widened. âMy grandparents said I should stay with them while she's there since my older brother is nowhere to be found. Well at least thatâs what they think, he was fed up with them and our mom that he moved to the northern side of Seoul and cut contact with all of them, but Iâm the only one who knows that as heâs only kept in contact with me for the last year. He had tried to stay around as long as he could for my sake but he just couldnât. I don't blame him. I should have realized that staying with my grandparents was a bad idea⌠They treated me as their maid and slave. I was fed up after the first day and told them I was going back to my house, that Iâd be fine by myself. My grandfather said I donât get to talk to them like that and how Iâm a spoiled little bitch that theyâve been going easy on. How theyâve been so nice to me to help keep the illusion that Iâm a beta but what they were telling me to do was how an actual omega is to be treated and I should act like one. I yelled at them about how they hate me being an omega and wonât let me be my true self so why would they treat me as such now?â
âThat really pissed my grandfather off since he grabbed my wrist as hard as he could, dragging me across the house before⌠throwing me down the basement stairs. He continued to yell at me as I had gotten up trying to run up the stairs and maybe get past him but he blocked my exit causing me to run into him. After I fell back onto the top step he kicked me in the ribs pushing me down the concrete stairs again, hitting every step on the way down to the bottom. He shut and locked the door and turned the power off down there.â Y/n could feel how angry they all are at this point, the alphas growling softly, the betas clenching their fists, jaws locked, and Felix is now holding her protectively. âEven though I couldnât see I could feel the bruising and the gash on my arm bleeding. I was kept down there for three days in complete darkness, with nothing to eat or drink. The day you found me was my aunt's birthday so they were letting me out to set up and prepare for it. It was the only opportunity I had so as soon as I was let upstairs I ran for it out the door, only able to grab my car keys on my way out. They yelled at me that if I leave then to never come back, saying that the family and pack would be better off without me. I drove as far as I could with what gas I had left. I thought about going to my brothers but I knew I didnât even have enough gas to make it to the city or any money to get more. So when my car dinged in need of gas I pulled over as the first public place I saw.â
âThe park.â Jisung is in tears as he clings onto Chan and Y/n nodes as she can feel Felix shaking as he holds her, knowing heâs also crying as he buries his face in her neck.
âWhat would you have done if we hadnât been there?â Chan grips her thigh.Â
âI honestly donât know.â She whispers and grabs his hand trying to hold back her own tears.
âWhat do you wanna do now?â Minho hugs Jisung from behind as he leans over to look at her. âIf you wish, we can take you to your brother's place.â
âMinho?â Jeongin lowly growls.Â
âNo Innie, heâs right.â Changbin sighs. âWe said it was up to you, pretty girl. If you want to stay youâre welcome to but we arenât going to force you. So we can take you to your brother if thatâs what you want.â
âBut you have to promise to keep in touch with us if you do.â Hyunjin smiles at her.
âYou guys truly want me to stay?â She looks at each of them in hope. âAll of you?â
They all nod in agreement giving a course of âyesâsâ.
âThen Iâd like to please stay.â She whispers and they all sigh in relief. âIs there any chance Iâd be able to call my brother though, so I can tell him what happened and that Iâm alright?â
âOf course, baby girl.â Chan lifts her chin to look at him. âJust let one of us know when and you can use our phones to do so.â
âWe need to take you to get clothes here soon, while we do that we can get you a new phone set up too.â Jeongin stands up and comes around to pull her from Felix to hug her. âThat way you will be able to stay in contact with him. Youâre safe now, we promise that youâll never have to go back to your grandparents again. Youâre a part of our pack now.â
âThank you.â She tears up.
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