#twilight is a good boy and deserves all the cuddles and i don’t CARE if he gets pouty about it

[jellydragons]

dog time :)

ref + alt version:

pros of knowing someone who can turn into a wolf:

free cuddles

everything else

cons:

he tends to get broody about it

dog hair EVERYWHERE

in summary: ouppy :)

[cherriesradio]

Class 1-A relationship headcanons

Part 2 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640893672076001280/class-1-a-relationship-headcanons

Part 1 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a

Fluff

Mezou Shouji

Best hugs ever

I mean what else is he gonna do with all those arms? Fight villains?

Y/n is the only one who can call him by his first name

Shouji is super tall and y/n just calls him “Mezou McTallMan”

He has like 5 million IQ and plays chess with y/n and they just sit their feelin stupid cause they keep losing

Shouji and Tokoyami are best friends and then when him and y/n get together all three of them are best friends and it’s adorable

Y/n never really cared about the mask but was like “hey you don’t need to take it off if you don’t wanna”

And it melted Shouji’s heart that they were fine with it

Thier hair is always ruffled because of how much he messes with it

They just don’t bother anymore

He doesn’t like getting to much attention so for events they have little at home/ in the dorm party’s with just a few other kids

He 100% takes advantage of how scary he can look

If someone is trying to get at y/n he will look at them with the most haunting glare in the world

(*cough* Mineta *cough* *cough*)

Kyouka Jirou

Rockin out to rock but also crappy 2000’s pop music at three am

Jirou will just be sitting beside y/n as they mess with her lobes

Y/n is as much as a crackhead as the rest of the Bakusquad so they all get along great

Bakugo has almost stabbed both of them for kissing in public and being affectionate in public

Coming back to the dorms all sweaty from going to a concert and jumping around for four hours straight

Has the hardest time trying to teach y/n how to play everything because it hurt their ~delicate fingers~

Leaning on each other’s backs and listening to music sharing ear buds 😫

Getting records and hanging them on each other’s walls and painting them if they don’t like the songs 💜

She has a ton of vintage art/ band hoodies and they just share them at some point because they keep stealing them from each other

Going to the arcade with Denki and Kirishima and whoever else wants to come

Y/n always says Jirou has a “out shine the stars smile” and she becomes a blushing mess every time

She’s not very good at comforting :(

She tries tho

She’s great honestly

Hanta Sero

He asks y/n if he annoys them and y/n legit feels so bad like “I love u so much don’t you dare think that>:(“

He likes saving up for dates and going to fancy restaurants and stuff but he’s fine with small inexpensive dates

They’ve gone to sixflags at least ten times and they have definitely broke a whole ride from messing around with his tape

That couple where even before they were dating they were dating

Jokingly kissing each others hand/ cheeks, cuddling up to each other, always asking if the other was going somewhere too, that kinda stuff

Hammock cuddles

I think you understand

Prank war in the whole dorm and y/n and Sero are the kings (or queens) (or non-binary royalty) of it

Bakugo has declared war on them multiple times but never goes on it because of how hard they go

Everyone has said it, you know it

Spider man kisses

He has almost passes out from the blood rushing to his head before

if Mineta walks up to y/n from behind he will tape him up and they can’t have a normal conversation without Sero glaring at him

So many inside jokes

Once y/n put his hair in a bun or something and he was like :0 “oh my god there’s a world without hair in ur face”

Sometimes either of them will sneak in the others dorm in the morning before they wake up and put sunglass on them or draw on their face

“This reminds me of u” insert simp meme

This boy will make sure y/n is always holding his werid long lanky hands

They teach Todoroki what “Yeet” means and now they all use it all the time unironically

Fumikage Tokoyami

👏head 👏scratchys 👏

Y/n has to get him a nightlight so Dark Shadow doesn’t go wild in the middle of the night

Huge edge lord y/n is his only soft spot

Watch dumb vampire movies

They binged all the Twilight movies in one night and everyone makes fun of them for kinda unironiclly liking it

I know Halloween is only really a american thing but they 100% have Halloween party’s at the dorms

They’d set up the whole thing

Y/n gets him black nail polish and skull rings and edgy everything

He has a box that takes up like half his closet of just gifts from y/n

He doesn’t do gifts as much as just spending time with y/n

He does love the gifts tho

Give each other plenty of space

Just say “hey I wanna be alone for a bit” and he’ll be gone in a second

He’s always the little spoons cause he’s scared of peaking their eyes out accidentally

They didn’t keep the relationship a secret they just aren’t very physically affectionate to each other

So one day Shouji is like “oh are you crushing on y/n? Like you are really nice to them and they give you stuff”

And he sits there like “dude we’ve been together for months how do you not know”

And then they are like maybe we should announce it just to make sure? So they do that and the whole class is in shock that they were together for so long and no one noticed

Jokingly calls Tokoyami “Emo Peacock” 

You can’t tell me they try to do the Waltz as a joke but get really into it and do it whenever they hear any music now

Jirou could literally be playing hard core rock or heavy metal and they’ll be doing the waltz to it

Dark Shadow low key feels like a third wheel sometimes but then y/n give him a tight hug and he feels appreciated

Shouto Todoroki

Feeding the simps

So ya know that thing in the notes app where you can share notes? Yeah they share one of those where they list things they hate about Endeavor and after a month they are already on a thousand

Just sit in the same room

Could be doing anything not even envolving the other but it’s nice just to have the other there

Protecting the girls from Mineta together ❤️👏👏

at first it honestly just seemed like they were really good friends because they kept it a secret (mostly cause if it got out to the public Endeavor would find out and probably try to break them up)

Even in private they would just kiss the others cheek or forehead and hold hands and that’s the only difference

He talks to his mother about y/n a lot and she is so excited to meet y/n

She has really high expectations just because of how good they sound but does take in that Shouto is literally in love with them, he’s gonna have slight rose tinted glasses

Yeah their just as good as Todoroki made them out to be

When he told y/n about his childhood (endeavor, his mom, his scar, Dabi…) y/n cried because they felt so bad and cuddled him all day trying to help any way they could

They totally made him go to therapy 😌

Has a written down list of thing they said they like so he can get them one if they feel down

He has literally bought them a cat when they were feeling really down and y/n had to explain that he can’t just go and buy a cat when their feeling bad

They keep it tho don’t worry

He’ll turn off the air conditioning when he wants y/n’s affection

They’ll just come running at him and tackle him so he can warm them up/ cool them down

Expect goodnight texts

Make custom memes about how bad of a parent Endearvor is

Legit the start of Todoroki crushing on them overhearing them tell a friend that they don’t think Endearvor is a good hero/ deserves to be number 1

Once asked All Might to adopt Todoroki (I mean he thought about it for a second before Aizawa told him no)

Todoroki let’s y/n cook stuff on his left side

Deku will just wake up in the morning smelling eggs and think someone’s cooking but find y/n cracking eggs onto Todoroki’s left side

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Everyone else + One direction songs as boyfriends

Okay so this is a part 2 to literally the second work I had posted to tumblr and that’s linked right below here (you’re welcome, I scrolled through 440 posts to find it) 

Karasuno Boys as boyfriends based on One Direction songs 

It is super cute and it includes

Oikawa, Iwa, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Ushijima and Tendou 

Oikawa

One Thing

This is one of my favorite songs and it fits oikawa so well because he is so confident in himself and he knows how hot he is and expects people to fall for him so when he fell head over heels with you he was so shocked and it was all that he could think of over and over. He started by doing that asshole smirk and flirting that got him all of the girls but you were different and he worked so hard to get you like he could not let you reject him. (Not in a creepy way like you definitely have the choice to but he knows that his typical douchy ways deserve to be rejected and you are too good for that anyway so he needs to do something better) Turns out he does and asks you out in the cutest way with a rose and some really cute compliments and he is so blush and shy that he stutters through it but that’s totally okay because you say yes. He is totally obsessed with you like he is always checking in on you and trying to make himself better for you but still snaps on accident and stuff because he isn’t used to being actually vulnerable with people and he knows that won’t get away with you. Every time he sees you his eyes light up and he will say something sarcastic but then pull you into the sweetest heart filling hug ever that really shows you how much he loves you even though outsiders really might not see it.

Iwa

What Makes you beautiful

Iwa was so sick of telling girls that he did’nt know where Oikawa had gone that he automatically dismissed you when you approached him but when you said that you needed to give the paper to him he was so shocked that he had been so rude and had to take a step back, even worse you were absolutely gorgeous but so shy. He is the boyfriend that is really nervous to do things because he doesn’t know girls but he knows girls way better than he thinks because when he texts oikawa and he gets a dumb answer from him he knows but himself that it is a dumb answer and that he should not try and carry you places because you wouldnt like that. You take turns planning dates and choosing where to go but it is never an argument and he is a total gentleman like classic gentlemen, the whole opening doors for you, meeting your parents first and everything like he cares so much about what you think about him because he just thinks you’re amazing and he just finds himself looking at you and just high five-ing himself mentally. He dishes out his fare share of sarcasm but always with love like you’ll ask if he wants to hangout later and he tells you no, like flat out no and of course you get sad about it all until you realize that he wants to hangout now and literally was walking the way back to your house with you and you didn’t realize because you were sniffling and being dramatic.

Kuroo

Live while we’re young

Kuroo is such a worry wart like he wants you to be happy all the time and whenever he messes up he doesn’t know what to do like he is just so obsessed with you. He comes with his own warning label because he is going to be absolutely wild. He tells you that he has an idea and twenty minutes later you two are going cliff diving or going three towns over to try some new restaurant. He is the one for you. Everything seems spontaneous with him but he really wants to just surprise you because he loves your smile and how you get so shocked, secretly he looks for things to go take you to do that you haven’t done before because he likes being the person with yo for all of these firsts in your life and he hopes one day he can be that person forever. He would literally never put this much effort into things if he didn’t love you with his whole entire heart and whenever you are out on these dates or going somewhere he always does the cliche thing where he looks down at you and is like “hey, I love you, you know that right?”. The smile when you get when you go out together is the smile he secretly gets when he thinks about you. He also gets really sappy and sentimental but would never let you know that.

Kenma

Night Changes

🥺 This one makes me a little emotional because I see the two of you dating after being friends for a while first like he just one day sees you in a different light and just can’t help but ask you out on the spot and little does he know you’ve liked him forever. It was such a spur of the moment thing but he couldn’t imagine anything else and just the idea of things changing so quickly and you dating someone else just made him blurt it out. It’s a nervous relationship for the both of you because you haven’t dated very many people yet and you want things to be ‘right’ like they are in all of the shows and stuff but your relationship is different. It’s less big surprises and actions and more listening and nights in and small things together. Kenma shows his love in so many different ways that are so uniquely him, he likes to bring you with him places, or have you by his side and even asking if you need anything like he does little things for you or sees things and thinks of you in public and sends them to you. It’s nothing huge but he makes sure to make you smile and that you know he’s thinking about you at least everyday. It takes forever to tell each other that you love them but when it finally happened it was just right like no other word but right. He changes his phone background to a dumb picture of you and just adores you so much like you get to see his little smile more than anyone else ever.

Bokuto  

One Way or Another

Boy if this isn’t the two of you I don’t have any idea what it would be. The two of you are chaotic and fun with each other and are always supporting each other but he also does weird shit too like the first time he comes over he definitely walks by like four times to make sure it is actually your house (he has picked you up from here before and knows it is your house but he still is nervous okay). Once the two of you are dating more he gets so clingy that he will pull a Twilight and crawl through your window just to sleep next to you and then he will parkour jump out the window in the morning so the two of you don’t get caught. He is also really really loud when he introduces you as his girlfriend because he is so happy and excited that he could just scream it to the world in fact he has just screamed it to the world before because he just is so excited and loves you. He always finds a way to make things work, one way or another, like when he starts training more for nationals he comes and sees you wayyyy early in the morning or will carry your bag for you between classes because he wants to show you that he cares every single day. He’s forgetful but he tries really really hard so you can’t even get mad at him for forgetting things like anniversaries because he treats you like everyday is special together.

Akaashi

Drag Me Down

Akaashi has always been so level headed but talking to you like he has no thoughts in his head and he hates it. YOu are just so perfect and he tells you all of the things he loves about you in such little ways like you’ll be doing things and he will just randomly compliment something about you, he is so good about knowing what you’re insecure about and literally complimenting it away like you have no idea how but you’ll be nervous about wearing a crop top or something and he sees you and immediately just tells you how beautiful you look in it. And when you do the same to him he always tells you something dumb like “i know” but really does take all of your compliments to heart and just thinks about I forever like you really called him pretty and told him that his eyes were beautiful like he gets so happy like no one ever compliments him He is so caring and listens to every single word you say and always knows how to make you feel better even if you don’t like he’s learned that when you’re so stressed you end up crying you need a snack, a walk and then to go to bed and it always helps so much. He is your rock and you are his like you two are so strong and as long as you have each other no one can drag you down.

Ushijima

They don’t know about us

DUDE this is 100000% your sons because like the two of you just have such an unexpected relationship and everyone just makes assumptions about it and things about your relationship but they have no idea how sweet his is behind closed doors and how he never forgets anniversaries or anything and knows you better than you know yourself. But what is super annoying is when people tell you that he is more into volleyball than you and that you are going to just hold his career back and you can’t even understand why because those are two separate things and he wants to do it forever. In public he is typical Toshi but that’s who you fell in love with so that’s okay. But as your relationship gets stronger he slowly starts showing more affection but like how he has seen in movies so first it is holding your hand, then kissing the back of it as you walk and you have to tell him that it’s sweet but he is perfect the way he is and he doesn’t need to change or be someone he’s not. Besides he is a big touch deprived baby and he is super affectionate when you’re alone like kisses and cuddles and just constantly has some part of him touching some part of you like it could just be your legs laying over his lap as you watch something but it is something and he finds himself mindlessly doing the same.

Tendou

Best song ever

Tendou is such a happy go lucky guy and the most positive boyfriend ever like he sees you one day in the hall and just was like “yep, she’s the one” and no one believed him and he was actually serious. He asked you out without even getting to know you first at all and saying yes was the best thing ever. He is the let's go get McDonald’s and ride in circles kind of boyfriend where dates are so frequent and most people don’t call them dates but it is so fun just being with you too. He always surprises you and dresses nice and takes you out somewhere nice for anniversaries and holidays and stuff but that’s not who you fell in love with. You fell in love with the dork who takes you to Walmart with him to get things to try and home make some crazy recipe he found on the internet. Or you two just laying together watching TikTok with each other just laying around together, when you two hangout you have more fun with no plans. But do not get me wrong he is going to show you he cares and makes sure you feel his and he surprises you a lot and stuff but he doesn’t care about the superficial things. He buys you both so much food but he doesn’t count that as actually getting you things, he gets the most thoughtful and kind gifts ever like he will keep secrets from you for weeks so he can get it right.

[atomic-taco-muffin]

The Legend of Hana Part 44

Warnings: More angst/fluff?

Rating: SFW

In Where Nothing Gathers, Organization XIII and the Anti-Girls were discussing what had happened in Hollow Bastion. 

“He acts too rashly,” Anti-Yui said.

“And his movements are inefficient,” Xemnas said. 

“Add that to his cocksure attitude,” Anti-Roxy snickered. 

“And it makes me shudder to hear him called a hero of light. It’ll be at least ten years before that whelp is ready to use a Keyblade,” Xigbar said. 

“What I want to know is who that bitch that was with him,” Anti-Hana said. 

“She’s a Spirit. Couldn’t you tell?” Anti-Yui said. 

“She doesn’t seem like a Spirit.” 

“I agree. She seems too weak to be one,” Anti-Rumi said. 

“Whatever. We push them in the right direction, they’ll run in a straight line for us, whatever direction we put them in. Just like a beam of light,” Xigbar said. 

“And if they don’t, they’re useless to us,” Saïx said. 

“Exactly. Now that we’ve lost ‘him’, we need the boy to do his work for us,” Xaldin said. 

“‘Scuse me! ‘Scuse me! Over here! Who’s ‘him’?” Demyx asked. 

“The card that forms Sora’s pair. Roxas,” Luxord said as he held up a joker card. “Whichever of the pair, the game is ours.” 

“Ohhh, Roxas! He was a good kid. It’s a shame he’s gone.” 

“He is not ‘gone’. Roxas is inside Sora,” Anti-Yui said. 

“What?! He is?!” Demyx felt so happy that he started crying. “I’m so...happy...he’s still alive!”

“Stop acting like you have emotions, idiot,” Anti-Roxy said. 

“Huh? Was it weird?” 

“You couldn’t have sounded more unnatural!” 

“Everyone,” Xemnas said, gaining their attention. “The Key Bearer has started his journey once more and has gained a few allies. You will sow seeds along his path. And he will water them, until they bear fruit.” 

“Seeds? What kind of seeds?” Demyx asked. “Oh, I gotcha! Permission seeds!” 

“There’s just one more thing bothering me,” Saïx said. 

“Speak,” Xemnas said. 

“It’s Axel. How are we gonna take care of him?”

“Forget him. He won’t be coming back here. If he does show his face here again, we will show him the mercy that he deserves.” Everyone was dismissed and headed off to do their own part. 

                                                           ☽✧☽✧

Xigbar headed over to his room where he saw Luna listening to the T.V while Rumi’s red panda, Chia, was snuggled up on her lap. Xigbar smiled softly and walked over to her. 

“Hey, La Lune,” he said as he kissed her cheek. Luna turned her head and looked at Xigbar with her blurry vision. 

“Hi,” she said. 

“How’re you holding up?”

“I’m doing okay. Everyone’s been helping out. Especially, the animals.”

“Yeah, they all care about you. Scarface has been calling you Lady Luna.” 

“‘Lady Luna.’ That’s got a nice ring to it.” Xigbar smiled and kissed her hand. 

“I’m glad you think so,” he said. “We’ll get your vision back. I promise.” 

“Thank you, Xigbar. You’re the best husband anyone could ask for,” Luna replied. Xigbar scooted next to Luna and the two of them cuddled with Chia as they watched the T.V

                                                          ☽✧☽✧

At Rumi’s mansion in Twilight Town, Axel was looking for a replacement coat for his ripped one. He tossed things around until he found a coat. 

“Aw, it’s just a raincoat,” he said. He heard something coming from one of the closets and a familiar voice. 

“Is someone there?” It was Naminé! He opened the closet and brought Naminé out of the mansion. “Thank you. Now you’ve saved me twice.” 

“How long have you been in there? Don’t you know how to use dark corridors?” Axel asked. Naminé tried to summon one but it didn’t work. 

“I can use it sometimes...” she said. “Besides, I wanna stay in case Roxy comes back.” 

“You still love her?”

“More than anything. And I know that she loves me. She just needs to fight. Fight against the despair that’s controlling her.” 

“You sure you’re not a Spirit?” 

“She told me that the despair took over. And I’m gonna save her. No matter the consequences.” 

“You’ve got guts, kid.” 

“What were you doing here?”

“Me? Oh, I was just hoping to find a change of clothes or something.” 

“Change of clothes?” Axel showed her where the rip was and it was quite big.

“I can’t go through dark corridors like this,” he said.

“I’ll sew it up for you,” Naminé replied as she summoned a sewing kit. “Here sit.” 

She pushed Axel onto a bench and got to work. Axel tried to tell her that he didn’t need her to sew it up but she ignored him. 

“Hey. What are you gonna do now besides save Roxy? They don’t want you anymore right?” Axel asked. 

“Mhm,” Naminé replied and accidentally poked herself with the needle. “Ouch!” 

“And I can’t go back to the Organization either. Well...it’s not like we ever really belonged anywhere or had anyplace to go. We never existed.” 

“But...there is somewhere I want to go. With Roxy. And there’s someone I want to see.” 

“Me too. It’s weird. Nobodies like us don’t have hearts. So where do these feelings come from? These feelings of wanting to see someone?” Naminé finished her work and put her tools away.

“All done,” she said. Axel looked down and saw that the coat was done. 

“Wow. It looks awful,” he said.

                                                          ☽✧☽✧

Sora and the others had arrived at Beast’s Castle and saw that everything was dark and gloomy. 

“So this is the next world,” Era said.

“I hope we can find some clues here,” Lily said. 

“Sorta gloomy don’t you think?” Goofy asked. The five of them headed in and began searching for clues. 

[lokislytherin]

euphoria // vampire!jungkook

pairing: vampire!jeon jeongguk x human!reader

summary: you’re scared of vampires - until one saves your life one night.

word count: 1988 + 1808 + 2373 + 1798 + 1046 + 2113 + 1646 + 1569 +

chapters: prologue / chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / epilogue

a/n: tag yourself i’m jin ( @jungkooksbish​ when things have changed since you’ve last read this)

When you walk out of the bathroom, it's with a clean body and a clear head, and you feel much lighter because of it (you've lost blood, but whether you've lost any weight is still debatable).  Seokjin is still knocked out on the couch, but Jeongguk, however, is nowhere to be seen.

Worry sparks in your heart.  Where could he possibly be?

And then you see it - there's a rather large lump under your blanket.  You laugh softly when you gently lift the covers to find your favorite vampire, asleep and snuggled against your pillow.  At least you assume he's asleep - he's got his eyes closed, but like he told you before, he doesn't actually need any sleep.  

He deserves a rest - he and Jin both do, after tirelessly taking care of an unconscious you for the past few days.  You sit down next to him, careful not to wake him up.  In sleep, he looks so young, so innocent.  He's drooling all over your pillow too.

But that's alright - the sight of this peaceful Jeongguk makes your heart beat a little faster, and you feel all warm inside.  You really are in love with him, aren't you? Impulsively, you lean down and kiss his forehead.

Jeongguk's eyes snap open, but you hover over him, shamelessly ignoring the fierce blush lighting your cheeks.  He smiles mischievously.  "Y/N, have you been watching me sleep?" The sound of your heartbeat accelerating is more than enough of an answer for him.  "Next time, you could be a little more subtle when you pull an Edward Cullen, yeah?"

You laugh.  "Does that make you Bella?"

He snorts, but the smile stays on his face.  "I don't like Twilight, but if it makes you happy then I'll do it."

"You make me happy," you declare, "even if Twilight sucks."

Jeongguk nods, expression serious, but twinkle in his eyes betray the whole act.  "That was so cheesy, but I'll take it.  I'll take everything you have to give me, and I'll give you back twice as much."

You coo at him.  "You're so cute, Gukkie." He pouts.  "I'm older than you, Y/N.  You can't call em cute." You pat his head fondly.  "Whatever you say, babe."

Jeongguk sits up.  "Actually, uh," the vampire says, fidgeting nervously.  "can I kiss you now?"

You nod.  "Thought you'd never ask."

He beams.  "Good!"

You squeal as he pulls the covers over you, then his lips are on yours, soft but firm and better than anything you've ever dreamed of.  His mouth slots perfectly against yours, bodies melding together like he's a part of you that you've been missing your whole life but never realized.  He kisses you hungrily, like he's a man lost in a desert and you're a life-saving oasis, real and right there for him to take.  It's an entirely new side of him that you're seeing - or rather, tasting - and so different from the shy Jeongguk who stammers and stumbles over his words whenever you tease him.

You like it, this new side of him.  You'll love anything he has to offer you.

His hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your skin that's available to him, familiarizing himself with every curve and every edge.  You pull away with a whimper of a gasp when one hand slips under your shirt, freezing cold fingers against burning hot skin.

"Guk," you tell him breathlessly, "I need to breathe, remember?" You wonder if he's had any relationships before - his lips are one of the best pairs you've ever had the pleasure of kissing.  Your ex when you were sixteen was a total disaster - the first time you two kissed, he stuck his tongue in your mouth, and it took you less than a week to break up with him.  It took you months to get him to stop contacting you.

"Sorry," the vampire says, not looking sorry at all.  "I guess I got a little carried away." He notices the wrinkle of your nose.  "Sorry if that was bad, I've never kissed anyone before-"

Your eyes widen a little.  You couldn't feel any inexperience from that at all.  "It's not you, I'm just thinking about something else. You're really good at this." He looks good, with kiss-bruised lips and a minor bedhead.  He smells nice, too.  Like Jin's shampoo, you think.

"What are you thinking about?" He still hovers over you, propping himself up with an arm and toying with your hair with the other.

You shudder.  "My ex."

He frowns, eyes flashing possessively.  "Time to change that."

Before you get the chance to take another breath, he's claiming your lips again, pinning you down with his body and caging you against your own bed with his strong arms.  He presses himself against you almost desperately, and you take the chance to return the favor.  You slide a hand under his shirt, only to be greeted with cold skin, and ooooh, a six pack!

His abs are rock-hard, and you're delighted to feel something else rock-hard poking into your thigh.  The vampire shamelessly ignores it, sighing into your mouth when you squeeze his ass with a hand.

Something sharp pricks your lower lip, and your mouth involuntarily opens. You can feel blood on your tongue, and something wet and slippery slides into your mouth.  Of course: only Jeongguk would use his vampire biology to French kiss you.  You don't complain - it doesn't feel gross, but your train of thought disappeared the second he started kissing you anyway.

You're interrupted by a high pitched, drawn out scream.

Jeongguk breaks away, albeit a little reluctantly.

Seokjin is making grabby hands at the door - the witch has his eyes squeezed shut, and he can't see that he's still got a few steps to go before he can reach the door handle.  "Seriously, you guys?" He wails, traumatized.  "I just woke up, and you're making out? I can't even leave, 'cause this is also my apartment! Now I need to find some holy water to bleach my eyes out.  Y/N, you owe me a life's supply of fried chicken.  Get me that new Mario figurine while you're at it!"

He stumbles forward and grabs the door handle.  "Use protection!" And he's gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jeongguk grins, completely unabashed.  "Oops."

"I don't think I'm ready for that yet," you tell him.  "Not now, but maybe later."

Jeongguk smiles softly, reverting to 'sweet vampire boy' mode.  "That's alright, Y/N.  We've got plenty of time." He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before grinning impishly.  "Definitely later." You like the way he says 'we' instead of 'you' or 'I'.  He's a keeper, that one, advises a voice in your head.  He'll be good for you, and you him.

"We've got time," you echo with a smile, "I like the sound of that."

"I think you'd like the sound of something else more." His tone is suggestive.

"Oh? What would that be?"

He grins.  "Me calling you my girlfriend, of course." Your eyes go wide.  "Well, only if you don't mind- do you want to be my girlfriend?"

You laugh.  "Babe, I think you already know the answer to that."

He shrugs.  "I guess we're dating now, lovely girlfriend of mine- hnng!"

This time, you're the one to pull him into a kiss, yanking him down by the front of his shirt.  

This time, it's a slow kiss, but no less passionate.  Kissing Jeongguk is nice, you think as he cuddles you under the covers.  His lips are kiss-bruised, shiny with spit, and he's marked you as his with a smattering of teeth-shaped bruises scattered across your throat.  He holds you like he has the world in his hands.

(When afternoon comes, Jin comes in to check up on you, finally deeming it safe to enter and exit mentally unharmed.  He finds you and Jeongguk curled up under the covers together, wrapped in each other's arms.  

Both of you look happy together - for once, you are asleep of your own free will and not out of sheer exhaustion, and Jeongguk looks exactly the same as he did all those years ago when they were neighbors, only Jeongguk is undead and much paler than he was before.  

It gives him an odd feeling of nostalgia - it reminds him of hot summer afternoons, a younger Jin watching over Taehyung and Jeongguk as they played until they fell asleep cuddled on the couch.  He wonders how Jeongguk would react if he know of Taehyung's current state: it wasn't a shameful secret, per se, but it was one with a heavy burden, one Jin would rather shoulder alone.

When he leaves, the door clicks behind him, a fond smile on his lips.  Even if he never finds the right one for him, he's glad two of his best friends have found safety and comfort in each other.  They're happy, so he'll be happy for them.)

[cloveroctobers]

HENRIK LILJENQUIST—

IG info/Bio: @/adventuresbyhenrik | 53.1k followers — “imma wild boi🌿🌏🧗 | happily taken👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

23 (24) years old

Parents are both Swedish and only speak Swedish, leaving henrik to also become fluent

His father Halvi is a pilot

His mother Lova is a race car driver

Siblings? Probably a brother, named Jahan & younger by two or three years + they get along quite well

Born & raised in Isle of Wight, England + loves it there & thinks it’s the best place for him to live, it’s his own private island in his mind plus he’s always finding something to do. He stays active

Climbing & wilderness survival instructor, he gets to talk as much as he wants while also teaching people AND all while being active! Sounds like the perfect job for him

Probably developed ADHD around his pre-teen age, leaving his parents to find him something he enjoys + can slow down and focus on

used to be on meds for it

Was well-known in high school, probably in the yearbook club since he was able to run around & get to know people but was kinda shit at knowing the functions of a camera

His selfie game has gotten a lot better now but he mostly posts anything but his face. You’ll see more of his face on his stories & location shots on his feed

Feels his hair is his best physical feature & his prized possession, would never THINK about cutting it. Even just a trim is a bit much for him

Always tries to be positive but at the same time can be condescending since he sometimes won’t pick his words wisely ex.) when he gave MC a backhanded “compliment” about makeup, being active, + wanting them to “think of others ” feelings — just because someone is opposite from you doesn’t mean you have to shit on the way they carry themselves...that’s my issue with him

maybe he’s a Taurus?

Loves fall & spring, more so fall since that’s when the weather feels nicest to him plus allergy season is a REAL bitch

The guy’s real Adventurous & always managing to find something to do. If you’re ever bored just hit him up, he has plenty of recommendations 

Family owns a cottage & he’s the one who goes out there more than his own family does! “You should just sell it to me at this point!” He tells his parents over dinner often & it is strongly considered

Has five birds & a husky, when he goes on road trips they’re always with him. Which can get a little hectic at times but they’re his family, he’s a, “birdog dad”

BLAKE secretly dislikes them all, feeling like they take up space sometimes (especially when she wants to cuddle) but she deals with it since she cares for the guy — yes, they’re still dating

She’s been convincing him to cut a few inches off of his hair which he took like a slap in the face, “that’s like me asking you to quit speaking up for humans!” “No, no it’s not.”

They’re polar opposites with flaws which causes disagreements between the two of them by putting each other in their places but they learn to compromise? (*insert eartha Kitt gif laughing here*] if they want this to work

His mother seems to be the only one who dislikes blake (she strongly feels he should have bought MC back home...that’s right she watched the show from time to time. Not always since she doesn’t care for reality tv but her friends encouraged her to watch bits and pieces) while his dad and brother approve

It is tense when Blake and his mom are in the same room which makes Henrik sad since he believes Blake deserves a chance. He took a chance on her and it seems to be going pretty well so why couldn’t his mother just be happy for him like the rest of the family is?

Henrik loves his low-maintenance girls who are open to trying new things with him, Blake is usually down most of the time but she likes her personal space too..which henrik struggles to understand

He wants her to live with him, he’s sure his parents will let him have the cottage if Blake decides to live with him but Blake loves her freedom in Kingston

It’s hidden but I feel like he might be one of those guys that feels like “a woman should follow a man” since that’s what his father installed into his boys— which failed because his wife isn’t just a housewife, she has goals and went after them

I feel like Blake turns to social media almost always to post about her feelings (I can’t remember what I picked the first time around as my occupation but as I’m currently playing I picked human rights campaigner so) but it’s mostly subtle shade & it always goes recognized by fans which brings drama between her, mc x Bobby

Henrik jumps in because what kind of guy would he be if he didn’t have his gf’s back? Doesn’t care for the drama but he & Bobby usually said slick shit to each other in the villa, it’s safe to say they’re not really friends but they’re not enemies either that’s mostly between their gf/wife

Henrik doesn’t care enough about Bobby to dislike him but he won’t put up with his shit any longer and what easier way to do that than online? He feels like they can settle this with a phone call but Blake & MC aren’t with the shits and don’t want their men speaking to each other

Henrik & Bobby eventually have a chat in secret anyways

Henrik warns Blake that this can effect her job status if she doesn’t calm down since she uses social media for her cause

She usually knows when to stop but can’t help it if it slips out sometimes

They talk it out and move on usually with whatever fun idea henrik may have

Owns a ford bronco from the 90’s that used to be his uncle’s who builds tree houses for a living and is still running, a jeep gladitor, or some sort of pickup truck

Knows how to make the best apricot jam

All about saving the bees

Loves animals, probably on his journey to veganism if he’s not already there

We all know this fucking guy likes eating M0sS

“Embarrassing fact” but uh big fan of twilight, feels like Seth Clearwater and him are meant to be best buds but he also stans the Volturi 😷

Him and Lucas of course remained the best of mates, since they live 2 hrs away from each other and are always busy living their lives they always have to plan out when they can hangout but that fails 60% of the time when henrik pops up at Lucas’ job or at his flat not giving him a choice but to hang out

They’re always vacationing together too? Sure Henrik is his own version of low-key while Lucas likes a bit of luxury...they still find a balance to just have a good time regardless if they live different lifestyles...they’re basically married

Always texting if they’re not hanging out, henrik with his memes that Lucas doesn’t understand & Lucas just checking in on henrik’s well being which leads the conversation to many topics

He’s actually cool with Gary now? They like/comment on each other’s posts & even text here and there

Even ran into Rocco once on a road trip, that was interesting but when life gives you lemons...we’ll just say that

Even him and Ibrahim share recommendations through text or DM’s which is nice! Henrik is always down for friends even tho they’re not like his personal friends (except for Lucas, he fits into his criteria)

Most of his work is physical and talking but he goes the extra mile by hiking every Sunday either with his friends, Blake, or family — he’s genuinely likes being one with nature

If he’s at the cottage, he’s always outside, chopping extra wood, making sure the yard looks like it belongs on a magazine, or takes the boat out on lake to nap since he doesn’t like to fish as much anymore

Currently trying to grow strawberries but some animal keeps eating them :/

Adores adventure time, the x-files, bobs burgers + animal planet, and travel channels—like he’s a real dad

If he could shower outside everyday, he would, it’s such a freeing experience to him

His outings consist of being in the woods 24/7 so in his mind when he brings Blake out there with him, it’s a version of a date, whenever they spend time together is a date to him, which she has to remind him that she wants to do something different like getting dressed up every now and then + go out to dinner which he HATES but he’ll do his best to please her, as long as the restaurant is more earthy than snobby he’s okay

100% would survive the apocalypse, he knows how to make due with what he’s got, he’s always been that way

Enjoys rom-com’s so he’ll laugh at how cringe they are but still enjoy it, indie films, ALITA was the best film of 2019 to him & currently his fav film is, “the call of the wild” with Harrison Ford

His favorite films ever are Indiana Jones, Lara Coft: Tomb raider, Terminator, and I am legend

Aliens ARE real, they’re out there and he’ll be part of the reason they’ve been exposed

I feel like he wanted to be an astronaut growing up but then realized he’d be a confined space for long periods of time and said cancel that shit lol + he isn’t the greatest at science. History? He did real well in that subject

I think he loves Lorde, listens to Bon Iver—especially on early morning commutes to work, Rex Orange County, Omar Apollo, Joji, the nbhd, the driver era, kid cudi...yktfv

Celeb crushes?/types: The main girls from Charlie’s angels 2019, Alexa PenaVega... “you know Carmen from spy kids?” Diana silvers, Dove Cameron, JAMIE CHUNG, & VANESSA HUDGENS

Anthem = Wallows, “OK”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

The Matchmaker: Thirteen

The fire crackled in the hearth and Bucky stretched lazily, half awake. You had really picked a nice couch. Plush and soft. Good for napping. Or, the activities that he’d just been doing on the sofa with you.

He looked down and smiled a little, adjusting the blanket gently to cover your bottom where it had bunched up and was leaving you exposed. He didn’t want you getting chilled.

His belly was comfortably full of pasta, he’d had a few glasses of wine, and he had the love of his life asleep on his chest. It was a nice night. A quiet celebration to mark the last of your doctorate work getting done.  He knew you were worn out when you’d walked through the door.

It had radiated off of you. You looked exhausted and stressed. He always hated that. He looked up from the pasta sauce he was stirring and held out his arms, “Hey, Princess,” he said smiling, “Why don’t I run you a hot bath before dinner, huh?” You make a soft miserable sound. You’re cold and wet and it feels like the sides of your stomach are stuck together. You’d been too anxious to eat more than a couple bites of the chocolate chip pancakes Bucky had tried to get you to eat that morning. And what you had eaten you’d thrown up just from the nerves.

“I just wanna go to sleep,” you murmur, “I don’t even think I can eat.”  You walk into his arms and thud your head gently against his chest. 

He frowns and strokes your back tenderly, “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

You shake your head and sigh, “Nothing,” you murmur, “I’m just tired.” 

“At least go put on some dry clothes,” he says softly, “Get comfortable. Let yourself relax a little. Let your body realize you’re not running on adrenaline anymore.”

You nod and take a deep breath, “Okay,” you whisper.

“Good girl,” he praises gently, nudging you towards the stairs, “One step at a time.” He watches you go and shakes his head. He’s a little glad you turned down working for SHEILD. Some types of stress you could handle really well. A frenetic work pace. Lots of things at once, fine. All fine. But prolonged stress, being stressed out for days on end while you unsnarled tangles and had no apparent end to the worrying? Nope. You were built for sprints, not Marathons. SHEILD was constant stress. Constant pressure. He didn’t doubt that you could adjust but he’d prefer you not have to. The effects on your body aside, he wondered what it would do to your heart. 

Bucky listens with half an ear and nods to himself when he hears the shower start, adjusting the temperature of the stove and starting the water for pasta. He knew you’d sworn off carbs for right now, but he also knew that you were miserable. He figured breaking the diet that he didn’t even think was necessary wouldn’t hurt. Not for one day. Not if it meant that you went to sleep with a full belly and he didn’t find you awake at 3am possessed by some manic cleaning demon after an anxiety-induced nightmare vaulted you out of bed. Fully awake and already in a panic. He hated that too. How easily all the shit your older sister had said and done to you instilled that you were never going to be enough. How all the things stupid boys, who didn’t understand you, had perpetually made you question if it was a trap if anyone asked about things you were interested in. It was only now that he lived with you that he really noticed it. 

For a moment he’d thought you had a double life or something. But it wasn’t that. It was a massive, sprawling, fantasy epic you had spent the better part of 15 years writing and refining. There were multiple languages, cultures. All this detail and illustration... It had made his head spin when he’d found the stacks of journals and loose-leaf papers in binders. You’d very cautiously, shyly explained that it was how you’d put in to practice some of the theoretical things you read about when you were first wrestling with it. Without any real-world experience to really draw on. Or access. You’d just crafted one to test things out on. “Like Tolkein but like... Less racist and somehow more pretentious,” you’d told him. You looked like you were waiting for him to laugh at you. He couldn’t really do anything but stare. At least not for a moment. 

“Can I read it?” he asked. 

“No,” you answered hesitantly, hugging the binder you’re holding to your chest, like he might take it from you. Like someone probably had before. 

He hadn’t pressed. He’d simply nodded and very carefully added the journals and binders to the shelf next to your desk. Where you could get to them if you wanted them. 

Your quiet footfalls on the wood floors make him lookup. You’ve stolen one of his t-shirts and found a clean pair of pajama bottoms. Your hair is still dry, but your skin is pink. The water must have been hot. A lot hotter than Bucky liked it.You look better. Kinda. At least less frazzled. 

When your arms wrap around his waist and your cheek rests against his back he smiles, “Baby, I got a fire going before you got home,” he coaxed, “Why don’t you go cuddle up with a blanket... I’ll bring you some dinner and a glass of wine.”

“I still feel nauseous,” you tell him groggily.

He frowns, “At least try, Princess. You need to eat. You might even feel better if we get a little something in your stomach.”

He watches you go as you shuffle through the doorway and frowns. You really do need rest. He can practically see the anxiety and the depression it leaves behind gnawing at you. He knows this is a temporary state. A rudderlessness left behind after your life’s work this far getting handed over. But. He’d much rather drown you in pasta and cuddles until you fall asleep than just let you fall asleep face down on the bed like you are. 

It doesn’t take long to have a couple bowls and a couple glasses of wine put together on a tray. The TV is off but you have the record played on and playing softly. He smiles a little, you’re wrapped up in the fluffy throw off the couch hugging the stuffed dog he bought you as a joke when you asked for a puppy. “Here, Sweetheart,” he said handing you a bowl and a glass. When you take them your hands a trembling just a little and it reaffirms his assessment that you need food in your belly. 

You take them and take a deep breath. “Thank you,” you murmur. Bucky nods and sinks into the couch gently, “I made brownies too,” he said, proud of himself.

You smile up at him and take a sip of wine, “You’re getting pretty domestic,” you tease, “Don’t worry I won’t tell Sam.” Bucky grinned, “Well, I gotta get some skills. You know. Since you’re gonna be a Professor. And a Consultant for the UN... Once I retire I’m practically gonna be a trophy husband. I gotta keep you interested in me somehow.”

You laugh softly, “Well I appreciate the efforts. Even if you are gonna make me fat.” Bucky rolled his eyes, “Baby, you’re perfectly healthy. Fuck that magazine. You’re healthy. You work out more than I do. You can eat whatever you want.” You sigh, “I know. It’s still not nice to read while I’m trying to get groceries.”

Bucky nodded, “I know, Sugar.” He kisses you gently and smiles a little, “But let’s not worry about those assholes now, huh? Just relax and let me take care of you. You worked hard. You deserve a treat.” You nod and take another sip of wine, “Okay,” you sigh, “This actually looks really good... Food Network?”

“Facebook,” he said grinning. 

____________ 

He managed to coax you into most of the pasta and a brownie between two glasses of wine. You unwound slowly and Bucky felt better. He hated it when you had yourself worked up. 

It also hadn’t taken long for him to work you back up again in a completely different way. He applied considerable efforts into getting you sleepy and relaxed. He figured a slow, snuggly round of lovemaking would probably be just the thing. When he had you naked and squirming under his hands, he pinned you gently to the couch and lavished kisses down your body, nuzzling your stomach affectionately. There wasn’t much talking but there didn’t need to be. He knew what you liked. You knew that in the back of his mind, he was thinking about how pretty you’d look growing his baby. 

“I love you,” you’d panted, your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. 

“Who doesn’t?” he teased, kissing you hungrily.

After he’d spent inside you and you were pleasantly tired instead of mind-numbingly exhausted, he’d held you. You’d snuggled into his arms and hid your face in his neck. 

It hadn’t taken long for you to fall asleep. The comfort of a full stomach, a gentle orgasm, and a warm body to cuddle paired with the sweetness of Bucky humming along with the record he’d put on had you fast asleep in a few minutes. 

Bucky felt like he was in heaven, drowsing there in a hazy, twilight state. It was a level of comfort he never thought was possible. He never knew it was possible to be this content. This blissed out. 

He adjusted the blanket over you gently and stroked your hair. This was home and he couldn’t wait to be a trophy husband. 

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[tearinglight]

Bedtime Story for Squee

Squee pressed his face into Nny’s shirt, a rare action but today was an exception. He didn’t feel good today, his normal ‘squee’ of terror reduced to little more than a wheezy cough and his face felt funny. Nny shifted a little from the action, letting out a breath. He didn’t mind Squee touching him as much as he minded other people, feeling maybe just a bit stronger when the younger boy clutched his shirt. After all, little Squeegee was so small and weak right now! He needed Nny, didn’t he? Even though Nny was above that petty need of being needed, he could understand that.

The younger boy sneezed and it certainly did not take all of his willpower not to cuddle the precious Squee, no sir. 

Instead, he winced, trying to stay still even as germs ran up and down his body like frightened cattle. The weak grip on his shirt tightened a bit, however, his breath easing out of his lungs in a low-pitched hiss as his body relaxed. It was for Squeegee, he was a good Squee, he deserved to have someone take care of him even though Nny was suffering the whole time through it. The little boy shook with chills, Nny -begrudgingly!- tightening his arms around him.

“Nny?” 

“Yes, Squeegee?” Nny’s voice was soothing, bringing a small bit of comfort to the boy as he pressed his sore eyes to the Wastelock’s chest. 

“What’s it like to die?”

Nny paled with that question, his usual dusky complexion turning a light tan, “Why do you wanna know that Squeegee?”

“Pepito says you’ve died before... “ Squee pushed himself up onto his elbows to look his caretaker in the eye. “D-Do you think I’ll die? ‘Cause with my luck it’ll be malaria or somethin’ I’m sick with right now.”

“Squee that doesn’t mea-”

“Squee! What if I never get better?! What if I die here and rats eat my corpse and-” The younger boy was cut off by a round of hoarse coughs. 

His caretaker rubbed his back in instinct, wincing once more at the bones he could feel under his fingers. Squee was almost as thin as he was at that age, the older boy closing his sore eyes as memories-horrid ones- assaulted him. Squee’s coughs settled down, getting lighter, as did the air of the evening. Somehow, Nny thought about so much in his life. How everything could change as quick as the snap of someone’s fingers...

“Hey, Nny? Where are you from?” Squee rested his head against the older boy’s collarbone. “I hear you crying at night, sometimes. You say names. Where’s your family?”

Nny sighed, “Well, nowhere, really… just somewhere… “

----FLASHBACK------

The small child held some bread in his hands, the piece of food precious as he wandered the paved streets of Detroit’s abused and dirty alleyways. He jumped at a rat scurrying over his one sneaker, almost dropping his bread but rescuing the ball of wheat before it hit the ground. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t have eaten it even if it HAD hit the ground, either, he was hungry and it wasn’t like more food was going to drop out of the sky. Smirking to himself, the boy held the treat up in the air like that monkey had done to that kitten on that old VHS movie that his foster siblings had watched. 

Careful not to catch the attention of the Lady, he’d done his scouting missions from the gaps between the railing, peering down onto the TV with stolen binoculars. He had never learned the Lady’s name or the names of the kids he was holed up with. It had never interested him, their cruel words scarring him until his eventual escape.

The boy gasped as he heard the roar of a fire truck fly past, running up the fire escape on his left to hide on the building’s roof. From here he could see the city, twilight falling over that little cliff where he’d seen couples go to do Naughty Things. Yet that was in the distance, this apartment building also showing him one of the single most important houses to him, ever. The house where he kicked up flowers, where he slept on the roof, where he had started to feel comfortable in a way that no other house had made him feel. He had never had a House before.

Of course, he had also never had a Lady Of The House before.

-----PRESENT----

The boy of the present choked on the air of the Now, his heart leaping into his throat as he suddenly slipped out about the Lady. He never talked about her, she was reserved in his memories for extremely bad days when his nose was runny and it was hard to focus. He examined Squee, the boy seemingly asleep in that exact state Nny had just said was worthy of Her. Maybe his subconscious just had no other way to make little Squee feel better?

Whatever. The boy was asleep now, so now Nny could finally esca-

“Who was she?”

Nny actually jumped at the sound of Squee’s voice. That was highly irregular. 

“O-oh. Squeegee! You’re awake,” Nny gave a sheepish smile, feeling a little guilty. “What? Who’s who?”

“The Lady of the House.” Squee mumbled, his voice groggy with sleep as his (sadly) parental figure wrapped his arms around him once more.

---FLASHBACK----

The boy’s violet eyes connected with her green ones in terror. She was only a shadow, dark and nowhere near as thin as the boy, as he looked up at her in the rain, muddy with parts of her flowers sticking to his hands. He had been coming onto the property for a while now, banging up her garden and sleeping in her little star-flower patch whenever he thought it was safe to breathe in the comforting scent. Those eyes should have been cold, the emerald orbs should have turned hard with anger but instead they crinkled up, becoming kind pools of jade. She kneeled in front of him, her movements quick and precise.

“Ah, so you are the little pisquano who has raided our gardens with their terrible temper tantrums!” The boy tried to force himself to run away, but her eyes held him captive. “So tell me, Little Noddleboy, what troubles you so that thou feel it necessary to destroy our gardens?!”

She was loud, her tone indicating punishment, but the hand offered brushed his chin with a gentleness he had never known before. For the first time in a while, he attempted to speak but all that came out was a tiny little “-y”. She suddenly broke out into fits of laughter, booming peals of the stuff.

“I see! Thou art a mute,” She reached her hand out to brush his messy hair. “Do not run, my gift, for I-”

That touch to his hair had been too much too soon, the boy running away as fast as he could. He could hear that welcoming, booming voice behind him but he didn’t look back. No matter how much he wanted to…

---PRESENT---

“-but I kept coming back, I think. I don’t really know why. I guess she just felt like,” Nny gave a non committal shrug. “Someone I could trust.”

Squee sighed, “I think this is the first time one of your stories had a nice ending. You met someone nice your first time in the neighborhood even if you were scared of them…”

“Yeah, I guess,” Nny subconsciously pet Squee’s hair, his eyes dulling as he tried to slip into one of his thinking moods. “Didn’t really help you, though, did it? I kinda wasted your time.”

“Not really… you kinda just told me that you were just like… me… “ Nny froze up at that, Squee crawling higher so he rested more comfortably under Nny’s chin, the boy slightly high off of cough syrup. “You had her ‘n’ I have...you…”

Nny’s eyes stung a little, suddenly not him but now looking through the Lady’s eyes at his tiny self. A helpless, vulnerable version of himself that he couldn’t help but touch on the chin with a gentleness he had never thought himself of possessing before. Before he knew it, Nny’s eyes had slipped closed, resting their sore gaze for at least a little… while… dreaming of dying and going to a perfect heaven with the Lady and Squee, right over the stars.

[ringa-starr]

I’ll Take Care of You (Bill x Reader)

@hardcorepompadour​ I’m your Secret Santa and I really hope you enjoy your story :) Merry Christmas! Also, @ted-and-bill​ thank you for allowing me to participate in this. It was a lot of fun!

“Bill hasn’t been in school for a week”, Y/N told one of their two best friends Ted Logan at school after the final bell rang that afternoon. The two walked out of their classroom, following the rest of the students. “I’m starting to worry about him.” Ted gave them a teasing look, them taking notice right away, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up on their face. “Y-You know”, you had added quickly. “He’s my other best friend! I’d be just as concerned if it were you!”

Ted, eyes narrowed, nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. “I’m sure you would”, Ted teased, before handing them a couple textbooks with several papers stuck inside random pages. “If you do go and see Bill, give him these.” You looked confused but accepted the books anyway. “We’re out of school for Christmas break, Ted”, you reminded him. “None of our teachers gave us any homework.”

Now it was Ted’s turn to blush as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, following you into the snowy school yard. “I know”, he admitted. “It’s just that I’ve been so busy writing new songs for the band, I forgot to give Bill any of his homework.”

“Poor Bill”, you mumbled to yourself as you leafed through the pages of the textbooks, glancing at all the pages of homework inside. You had just said goodbye to Ted and was now walking down the sidewalk towards Bill’s house, your heavy winter jacket zipped closed around you, little tiny snowflakes sprinkling on you. ‘He’ll have to spend all of Christmas break catching up.”

Bill shivers and buries his head deeper under his covers. His head is throbbing painfully, and every movement makes it worse. His whole body aches and despite the warm temperature of his home, he's freezing. His throat feels like sandpaper is coating it and he winces as he swallows. He feels like he's dying but he knows it's just the flu. A nasty round of the virus has been going around San Dimas and it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to it. Even worse, he got sick on the very last day of school before Christmas vacation.

"Bill?" Y/N's voice, normally so soothing, increases the pounding of Bill's head. He heard his bedroom door open and Y/N's soft footsteps near his bed before the mattress sinks down slightly. A gentle hand is placed on his back and Bill shuts his eyes, the contact providing some relief. "Hey, are you okay?" Y/N bent over Bill in concern. Their worried E/C eyes swept over Bill's shivering form and they had their answer. "You have the flu." Their voice had dropped to a whisper because really, who likes loud noises when they're sick.

Bill could only nod in response. He feels Y/N's cool hand on his forehead, and he closes his eyes. "I feel like I got hit by a bus." He croaks out weakly. You laugh softly. "Have you been hit by a bus before, Bill?" They tease gently, their hand still on Bill's forehead as they push back his damp curls from his sweaty forehead. They wanted so badly to softly kiss the curly blonde's forehead to try and comfort him, but something stopped them. All they do is sigh and slowly stand up. "I'll be back", you tell Bill, starting to make their way towards the door. "Wait!" Bill tries to sit up but he's weaker than he thought. "Don't leave. Please." He sounds horribly pathetic even to his own ears, but he really doesn't want Y/N to leave. In all reality, Bill has had a crush on Y/N for as long as he can remember and now that he was sick, there was really nothing stopping him from letting those feelings be known, and let's face it, his high fever wasn't helping matters much either. He reaches out their hand, suddenly feeling Y/N's fingers between his, in the spaces where they fit perfectly.

Y/N smiles, fighting the urge to kiss Bill's forehead again. "I'll only be a minute. I promise." Then they're gone. Bill sighs and lays his head back down on his pillow as he waits for Y/N to return. Just like they said, it's only a minute and Y/N's returned to him. They smirk and Bill's heart skips a beat. He used to make fun of the Twilight novels his step-mom Missy would read sometimes but, in a way, they were kind of true. He feels like Bella Swan swooning over Edward except there's no way that the stupid vampire is more perfect than his Y/N. The only problem is, Bill hadn't let these secret feelings be known, his sickness helping him in a way to make themselves known. It was now or never. Y/N pulls Bill to a sitting position. "I'm running bath water for you." They tell him. "You're going to take a nice, warm bath and I'm going to make you something to eat." "I'm not hungry." Bill protests, wanting nothing more than to slide back under the covers. With Y/N. His cheeks heat up even more at the thought and Y/N strokes his cheek and smiles again, Bill accidentally leaning into it.

"Y/N", Bill says in a near whisper. "C-Can I tell you something?" They blush but nod anyway, their heart pounding a bit harder. Bill smirked again. "I... I think I'd feel a bit better with a kiss", the blonde admitted, causing Y/N's eyes to widen slightly. "D-Does this mean-", they started, and Bill nodded. "Yes", he confirmed. "To be honest, I've um...h-had a bit of a crush on you for a while now." "Really?" Y/N asked, cheeks burning again. "Yeah", Bill told them. "W-Well, I-I-I-I've sort of felt the same way about you", They confessed. They wanted so badly to kiss Bill right then and there, but his sickness was the only thing holding them back. Instead, they made the curly blonde an offer. "Tell you what", they said. "How about after your bath, and you eat a little something, I'll cuddle with you for a while. Would you like that?"

Suddenly the prospect of eating is very appealing to Bill and, after nodding in agreement, he let Y/N pull him to his feet, walking to the bathroom together. The tub is filling with warm water and Y/N pulls Bill's shirt off, letting their hands trail down his arms. "You are so. . ." They shake their head. "I don't even know. Beautiful." Y/N is at a loss for words and this means something to Bill. But it's too good to be true. "You are." They say simply. "Perfect." Their words seem to hit a nerve in Bill and the boy steps back, his smile fading just slightly. "You better get in now." They tell Bill. "I'll go make you some soup." Before Bill can say anything, their gone, letting the door close softly behind them.

**

"Y/N?" Bill shuffles out of the bathroom, dressed in the fresh pajamas that Y/N had set out for him. Y/N appears out of nowhere with a bowl of steaming soup in their hands. "Bed." They order, and shifts the soup to one hand, taking Bill's hand with the other and leads him back to his bedroom. Suddenly, something in their spirit told them something was on Bill's mind. "Bill?" Y/N questions as they tuck the blonde into bed. "Are you okay?" Bill smiles but to Y/N's distress they can see tears filling Bill's beautiful, ocean blue orbs. Their heart constricts slightly at the sight. "I'm-" "Bill." Y/N says for the third time. "What's wrong? You can tell me." they squeeze one of Bill's hands gently and wait patiently. "I-" Bill begins. He stops and when Y/N nods, he goes on. "I don't deserve you."

The confession stuns Y/N. "That's not true." they whispers sadly. "Bill, that's not true at all. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you" "How can you say that?" Bill whispers. "Y/N, look at me and then look at you. You're the one who's perfect. I'm. . . I'm damaged. My own father doesn't want me. Why would you?"

Feeling their heart shatter, Y/N remembered seeing how Bill's dad would treat Bill the few times they would come over to his house to hang out will Bill and Ted. For example, one time, Y/N even witnessed Bill's dad throwing his son out of his own room so he could have sex with Bill's stepmom. Y/N remembered the look on Bill's face as his own bedroom door was being shut right in his face before being locked. Despite their earlier reservations, Y/N drags Bill down to kiss him on the lips. The couple moves together, perfectly in sync, and Y/N gradually feel Bill begin to relax. "Your father," They murmur softly in between kisses. "Is a fool. He didn't deserve you."

They pull away and look at Bill. "I love you, Bill. Never forget that. I hope you never change because I love you and everything about you. I think you're perfect the way you are." "I love you too." Bill whispers back. Bill's head rests on Y/N's for a brief time but it's long enough so that they can feel the tears that are still there. They brush them away carefully with their fingers and then smile when they see that there are no more. Bill sits up slowly, a smile transforming his face. "Soup time." They say sternly. Bill sits up slightly and watches curiously as Y/N fiddles with the spoon, swirling it around in the bowl before another smile lights up their face. They turn and hand the bowl to Bill who looks at it and laughs. It's alphabet soup and Y/N has arranged the letters so that they spell out the message, "I love you, Bill." "It's almost too nice to eat." the blonde says, before Y/N takes the spoon from his hand and places it in Bill's mouth. He obediently swallows, his eyes never moving from Y/N's face. When the soup is gone, Bill is full and so tired.

Y/N sets the bowl aside and helps Bill lay back down. They pull the cover over him and rubs his back gently. But the warm soup only temporarily heated Bill and soon he's shivering all over again. So Y/N does something completely unexpected.

Bill is pulled upwards again and slumps limply against Y/N as his shirt is again pulled off. He's laid back down again and his eyelids are fluttering shut but they shoot wide open when he sees Y/N take off their shirt and lay down next to him. "Y/N?" Bill's eyes run over Y'N's chest and his breath catches in his throat. Y/N shifts closer to him until they're touching. "Skin to skin contact helps keep the body warm." They explain as they place their head under Bill's chin where it fits perfectly. "I'm just helping you feel better." Bill's shivering has stopped completely. He's afraid to move or ever breath, sure that it will break up the moment. He wants the moment to never end, to go on forever, but his eyes are closing against his will. Y/N seems to read his mind again and looks up at Bill, kissing him softly before they speak. "I'll be here when you wake up." They say. "I promise."

Y/N never made a promise that they couldn't keep. So, Bill lets the peace wash over him and he lets Y/N's heart beat against his own, sending him off into a deep sleep. Y/N wraps both arms around Bill, just in case, and he's gone.

***

When Bill opens his eyes, he feels miraculously better. The blonde sighs in relief and looks down to see Y/N still fast asleep in his arms. He frowns because they're is shivering and when Bill presses his lips to Y'N's forehead, the skin is burning with fever. "You're sick." He says to the sleeping Y/N. "I'll take care of you."

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Adam’s journal

Snippets from Adam’s journal concerning Beau

ooc: this is private, it’s written in a physical journal, not on a computer.  Only Beau has read it.

@thatbeauadams

6/2/19

I can’t even begin…  The school wide…  There aren’t words to describe what that was.  I’m staring at the blank page of my journal with no ability to process what I’m feeling or distill it into words.

There’s a submissive, Beau, I met him last week.  He didn’t want aftercare, from anyone.  I had to order him to come with me just to get him to let anyone give him any kind of basic care.  Although… honestly, I think he took care of me more than I did him, when we got to my apartment.  I was just so far gone.  I wouldn’t have made it farther than the couch if not for him.  I don’t get it, honestly.  He was convinced he didn’t need aftercare, but he sure as hell provided aftercare for me, without being asked.  He left while I was asleep.  I don’t think he’s okay, but I don’t think I can push any more, realistically.  Not without being the kind of asshole Dom who doesn’t take a sub’s wishes into account.  I’ll just keep an eye on him, I guess.

6/16/19

Beau continues to be an enigma, but at the moment at least, he’s one that I’m enjoying trying to puzzle out.  Well, it’s possible I’m just enjoying it because the boy is kinky as all hell.  This week, he knelt in my room and drank my piss and thanked me for it, I whipped him with my belt between classes in the bathroom for being sassy, and we did a scene in a training room featuring a tawse and quite a bit of begging.  Just thinking about it is arousing, honestly.  He’s snarky and clever and intelligent and has a submissive streak a mile wide.  He’s a complete slut.  It’s incredible.  But none of that is confusing. It’s the contradictions that make him an enigma.  Like how he is very clearly well versed in kink and how safe, consensual play works, but thinks I’m crazy for giving him aftercare.  He even said to me that he only thinks aftercare is necessary if he’s bleeding.  I told him that aftercare and first aid aren’t the same thing, but he definitely didn’t believe me.  Honestly, who the fuck has he been playing with, if he thinks I’m the crazy one in this scenario?  I want names.  I want to have some very pointed conversations with those individuals.  But suggesting that people have mistreated him in the past is met with hostility, when I talked about it with Beau.  He still only accepts aftercare grudgingly, like it’s a chore he has to put up with in order to scene with me.  I try to laugh it off, but honestly, it hurts.  It makes me feel used, like he wants me for an orgasm and then wants to drop me.  I’m trying not to let myself think that, because I know this is about him and his past, not a reflection on me as a Dominant.  It’s frustrating.  I’m starting to care more than I think he wants me to.

6/23/19

You should have seen him at the Pride parade.  Wearing things that left nothing to the imagination, rubbing up against me, grinning at me.  Fuck.  It took everything I had not to grab him by the hair and drag him back to the institute and fuck his brains out.  Flaunting it like that.  And it wasn’t just that I was turned on.  I felt possessive.  It’s new.  He definitely seemed to like it.

7/4/19

Beau asked to spend the holiday with me.  I’m beginning to think that he’s interested in me for more than my dick.  That makes him sound so shallow, I don’t mean it like that.  It’s just that he loves to fuck, and he loves when I get all dark and kinky.  But I’m beginning to think he wants me outside of scenes, too.  It’s hard to tell with him.  And I’m so hesitant to ask him, or to bring up the concept of dating.  He’s said things, publicly, about not being sure if he could do romance.  And he gets so skittish sometimes.  It worries me.  But… neither of us have the points to claim.  So I’ll take it slow.  

7/15/19

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.” (neruda)

7/18/19

I’m going to have the image of Beau tied to a tree in the middle of the woods in my head for a long time.  God, he’s amazing. I want him.  Full stop. When we got back…  I had him spend the night with me, and I ordered him to ask me for what he wants.  Anything, everything.  It’s difficult for him.  At least, it is when it’s not about sex.  But I want to get to know him outside of the kink.  Because as much as I can’t get enough of his pretty ass, that’s not all a claim is.  And I have to start somewhere, right?  When it comes to getting to know him, I mean.  I’m just so bad at this.  Talking.  Sharing.  It’s not like I’ve ever been particularly social.  But I want him.  Not just his body or the version of him that flirts with me and scenes with me.  I want the rest of him, too.  I’ve never felt this possessive of someone.

8/2/19

A dime a dozen.  Those were the words he used.  I want to throw things.  I don’t think he has any idea how difficult it was to keep my cool while we spoke.  I tried, I really tried to listen to him and not contradict his experience or devalue the way he feels.  But fuck, I wanted to scream.  He thinks he’s a commodity, and not a very valuable at that.  He thinks he won’t ever claim, because he’s only good for a fuck.  He doesn’t think he’s a person, basically.  I want to grab him and shake until he sees sense.  No wonder he didn’t think he needed aftercare when we met.  He basically thinks that any Dominant he encounters sees him as a sex toy.  Fuck, I need to punch something.  I’m going to the gym.

8/5/19

“I want

To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” (neruda)

8/6/19

I don’t know what to do.  At this point, I know that if I lost him, it would hurt more than I want to contemplate. Which, I know, means I need to claim him.  And I want to claim him, once we have the points.  But I’m scared that if I say that to him, he’ll run.  Am I being a coward?  Maybe.  But he just told me that he’ll never claim.  And it’s months at least until I’ll have enough points to claim him.  I don’t think he’ll believe any kind of promise I can make at this point.  If I promised to claim him, he’d just assume that I’ll change my mind by the time I’m able to do it.  Or am I underestimating him?  Fuck, I don’t know.  I’m losing my mind trying to figure out all the possible outcomes.

8/8/19

8/12/19

I decided not to ask Beau to bid for me in this Dom auction, because I didn’t want him to feel pressured.  This is his chance to switch marks, if only for a couple weeks.  I want his choice to be his.  He shouldn’t bid for me just because he thinks I want him to.

And then I find out from Archer that Beau thinks, because I hadn’t invited him to bid for me, that I specifically wanted him not to.  I…  I thought I was being a good person here!  I was just trying to let him make his own decision!  Fuck.  I never seem to do the right thing.  It’s like Beau is convinced that no one wants him, and nothing I do convinces him otherwise.  Oh wait, that’s exactly what’s going on.  And yet… if I just grab him by the shoulders and scream that I want him, won’t I be the controlling, awful Dominant people think I am?  Beau himself has commented more than once about he gets frustrated when I don’t take his opinions into account or let him make his own choices.  I just… I want him to be safe.  I want him to be with me.  And I want to be the Dominant he deserves.  Sometimes it feels like I can’t have all those things.  

8/13/19

“Forgive me if I stumble and fall for I know not how to love too well. I am clumsy and my words do not form as I wish. So let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.” (atticus)

8/15/19  

Beau did bid for me, and he won, and I’m so happy I talked to him.  He seems happy.  He’s enjoying this.  I am too.  Even without our normal dynamic, it feels so fucking good to have him in my suite every day.  I just like seeing him safe and comfortable.  And his demands are so cute.  He wants me to wake him up in the morning by kissing him.  He demands that I cuddle with him in the evenings.  It’s unbelievably sweet.  I keep getting visions of a future with him.  

8/16/19

He convinced me to let him stick something up my ass.  And I didn’t hate it.  If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.

8/20/19

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” (neruda)

9/3/19

Something is going on with… well, I suspect it’s Archer, but I don’t really know, do I?  Beau can’t tell me anything, and I don’t want to push.  He’s allowed to have privacy, even if it’s hurting him.  I’m not his Dominant, I can’t order him to let me help.  And he doesn’t want to tell me.  Half of me is scared of pushing him too far, and half is scared of not pushing enough.  I don’t know what to do.  I’m trying to show him that he can trust me….  But I know that’s a cop out for doing nothing.  I feel like he’s distancing himself from me.  Or maybe I haven’t been paying him enough attention, and he’s worried I’ve lost interest.  I don’t know anything.  

9/7/19

Sometimes I feel lost when it comes to Beau, and then sometimes, it feels like everything fits together, and being with him is effortless.  He’s so beautiful when he’s in subspace.  He clings to me, curls into me, and there’s no distance between us anymore.  He lets me hold him, and he lets himself just be wanted and cared for.  I never want it to end.  And it keeps ending.  And the distance is there again.  I don’t know how to fix it. 

9/8/19

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” (neruda)

9/28/19

I know he worried that I don’t really want him.  That this is just a fling.  Should I tell him?  Should I tell him that I want to claim him and that every time he scenes with someone else part of me flares with jealousy and the deep down nagging fear that he’ll fall in love with them?  And it’s not that I need monogamy.  I’m just… well, let’s be honest.  That’s what a journal is for, right?  I’m afraid.  I don’t have enough points to think about claiming yet, and I’m afraid, if I tell him I want to claim him, that he’ll run.  Or push me away in a misguided attempt to save me from the inadequacies he thinks he has.  And I’m a fucking coward.

In my defense… I’ve never had a boyfriend before.  I’ve never had a relationship of that variety.  There isn’t a script for me to follow.  I have no idea what I’m doing here, and I can’t ask Beau what I should do, because even broaching the topic would entail telling him the depths of my desire.  So I can’t just ask him whether I should tell him or continue taking things slow.

10/6/19

I need to tell him.  I should just ask him on a date.  Except, no, we’ve been on dates.  ….I’ll just buy him another of those lacy jock straps he likes.

10/18/19

I’ve decided.  Christmas.  If nothing has happened by Christmas, I’m going to just tell him that I want to claim him.  I’ll be close to enough points to claim by then, if not at level 4 already.  That gives me time to figure out what I’m going to say.  I need to make sure he really knows what he’s getting into, with my mother and everything.  ….I hope it doesn’t make him run away.  It still seems like a toss up between him saying he wants to claim with me too, and him telling me that I deserve someone better and then leaving.  That scares the hell out of me.  But he’s worth the risk.  I’m doing it on Christmas.

10/20/19

“In the flush of love’s light / we dare be brave / and suddenly we see / that love costs all we are / and will ever be. / Yet it is only love which sets us free." (angelou)

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I just checked my moon phase tracker and it’s a full moon! I heard that there’d be a total eclipse but Idk if it’s tonight.

Either way! Feed your werewolves and tell them that they’re a good boy/girl/they, cuddle them, make sure they’re happy, take care of yourself, charge your crystals and moonwater, eat a yummy snack, take a warm, bubbly bath, get lots of rest, tell those you love you love them, play your favorite game, watch your favorite video, movie, show, or anime, and take things easy. I heard that a planet was coming into retrogade, so take things easy for that, too. Happy howling!

14 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 03:51:45 GMT

#4

So y’all know how Garrett is a patriot and is as American as apple pie? Well, tomorrow’s Fourth of July, so I imagine that he’s gonna be pretty fuckin hype for the holiday.

18 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 23:34:31 GMT

#3

So I watched s2 of Centaurworld. All I gotta say is…oh my gods.

(Spoilers!! For your safety, don’t read this until you’ve watched the whole season. Thank youu! Enjoy!)

Starting off, I’d just like to say that this season was a lot better than I thought. From the backstories to the new characters(especially the Nowhere King before he was a terrifying being of ink and revenge) and even the songs really tied it all together.

My favorite song out of the whole season is the song they sung at the Hootenany. It gave me legit goosebumps, and to me, it’s one of the greatest motivational songs I’ve ever heard. That, and Becky Apples. That was a bop.

The Nowhere King’s backstory was very compelling. It was interesting to know what his motives were and how he became such a terrifying beast.

This season also had a lotta good symbolism and themes. Unrequited love, jealousy, forgetting your worth, all of which are themes that are important in life. Unrequited love can lead to jealousy and desperateness, and it lead to the Nowhere king’s transformation and downfall.

I like how they showed the parallels between Rider and Horse and how they’re preparing for the big war. Seeing the centaurs and the general and his army come fight all Infinity War Style was hella cool to me.

The General’s betrayal had me in shock. The foreshadowing in the Nowhere King’s memories and backstory gave clues of what was to come. And yes, I did cry when Rider was stabbed.

All and all, I loved this season, and though it makes me sad that it’s over, I’m still glad I got to see it in all it’s glory.

21 notes • Posted 2021-12-09 22:09:49 GMT

#2

I Put Salt in my Tea Tonight Y'all

Mmmmghhghgh ok.(Spoilers for Suitor Armor. If you haven't read it yet, read it and come back so you can share my annoyance.)

Now I don't know what got into Norrix to scream at Lucia like that, but it irked me. Okay, I get it you're mad but don't take it out on the pretty fae lady! I don't think this Alexander Hamilton, Dude from In the Heights, Lin Manuel Miranda looking motherfucker thinks he's talking to, but Lucia is technically royalty, so boy-boy better watch his damn tone. I felt bad for both Lucia and Modeus mainly cos Modeus was just acting out in self-defense and who wouldn't? You'd wanna protect a magical fairy deer from hunters if you were in her shoes! Or..her hooves. But either way, Norrix needs to calm down and Lucia and Modeus deserve better. Case closed. Goodnight bitches.

29 notes • Posted 2021-05-21 01:39:52 GMT

#1

OH MY FACKIN GODS

Tonight’s recent chapter of Suitor Armor was fucking beautiful and yes I’m ranting about it. If you haven’t read it yet, go read it and come back. Trust me you’ll love it.

Words can not describe how much this chapter gave me seretonin. From Lucia’s wings to her interaction with Lazali, it just made me really happy! And the dress Lucia made her was really cute UwU.

I seriously hope Modeus doesn’t do anything to hurt her in the next chapter. I’m willing to throw hands for Lucia. Ik I said words can’t describe how much I love this story but AKDJWOREKOWJRMRKE as you can see I can’t lol.

All and all, this chapter was beautiful, I love this story, and I will never stop reading it ever. I also have a feeling that in later chapters I will cry. Probably for an hour.

But for real, if you haven’t read this yet, please do, it’s an amazing story! If I loved it, you will! Happy reading!~

29 notes • Posted 2021-04-30 01:55:14 GMT

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Sheltered pt.4

Sheltered – Engraved

<– Engraved 22 | Engraved 23 –> <– Sheltered 3 | Sheltered 5 –>

Short: Law student and intern Kim Jongin uses his charms for a dangerous pastime behind the screens, but he falls for the most normal girl. Words: 3064 Type: Angst/Fluff Pairing: Kai x Miyong (oc) Notes for update: 30 Warnings: drunk driving, being homeless, being kicked out, abandonment by parents and family. A/N: This will run chronologically with Engraved, but it’s not needed to read this to understand Engraved, but the parts posted for Engraved after this will contain spoilers. It is also not necessary to read Engraved to understand what is happening here. But it will make things more clear.

Miyong pov

She looked at Jonging, who was curled up on her lounge chair with her run down copy of Twilight in his lap. “You look really engrossed in that.”

“Shh.” He mumbled, flipping the page, it made her snicker lightly as she stirred through the sauce in the pan. He’d been here with her for about a week now, she’d gotten so used to it. His presences, his groggy voice in the morning, his soft laughter in the afternoon, and hushed whispers in the night. Jongin was such a calm person, and living with him like this was easy. He helped her out around the house, cuddled with her on the couch, or sat in the chair quietly reading a book.

He wasn’t really okay though, she could see that he wasn’t his happy usual self. Something was still bothering him, but she didn’t want to press on. She didn’t want to spook him again. After that night she’d been really hesitant with him, making sure that if they kissed it wasn’t any shape or form on heavy make out session again. And he didn’t seem to mind. She trusted him that if he wanted to move further he’d show the signs.

She was focused on measuring off some things when warm arms snaked around her waist and pulled her close. A nose fingering her neck and nuzzling close, swaying her from side to side. He hummed softly against her skin, to the sound of the music that was playing in the background. “Edward is a dick.”

“Wait till you read book 2, it gets worse.”

“I like Emmett.”

She chuckled, putting her hands on his. “He’s a good character yeah, I like Jasper too.”

“Emmett kind of reminds me of Chanyeol, but bigger.”

Miyong had sat with him yesterday, and he’d shown her pictures of everyone, told her their names and what they were like. He seemed to be closest to Kyungsoo’s, Angel’s current boyfriend. She’d seen him there when he came to pick him up, she also saw Jongdae, who from photo’s seemed closer to Angel than Kyungsoo. He seemed to have a habit of taking pictures of people a lot. Like a lot a lot.

The food was finished quickly and he’d stuck to her side the whole time. It was a tad annoying but also really cute, she didn’t actually want to push him away. He was always warm, always,, in the bed she found herself close to him most of the time. She couldn’t have wished a better cuddle buddy, warm and soft, and kind of clingy.

They went to work together, she drove. They waited for each other’s shifts to end, but mostly they ended around the same time. She helped him study ethics of law, and he helped her with criminal law. It worked out well. Everything with them. Except that night.

She had now also noticed the limp in his step. He didn’t wear shoes inside the house, and it was very faint, but he always leant more to one side when he walked. “Is your leg hurting?”

He looked up from his food. “Oh, no. Why?”

“You’re walking is a bit, off?”

He swallowed his bite. “Because of the breaks, my one bone ended up a tiny bit shorter, when I wear shoes I use insoles.”

She nodded, that made sense. “So it doesn’t hurt?”

“Not much no, sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. But it’s the kind of pain you get used to. It kinda aches a bit, it’s fine.”

Miyong wondered if he had scars on his legs, or anywhere on his body from the accident. She wondered what happened, how it happened, how he got back on track. He told her that he’d lost his place in the dancing school, but the rest. Didn’t he have any friends left after being there for so many years?

“What are you thinking about?” He asked her, tapping her plate with his fork.

“Oh, nothing important.”

“You’ve been frowning like that a lot lately. Cheer up.” He smiled sweetly, and she smiled back, watching him as he got up and took the plates to do the dishes. “Nah.” He said when she got up, pointing a wet spoon at her. “I’ll do it, you stay put.”

She laughed, and watched him comfortably move around the kitchen and do the dishes. He was always swaying to the music, and before he came around she never had music on all day. The dancer in him was always there, swimming beneath the surface. She wished she could’ve seen him somehow, dance like he used to. He was passionate, she’d learnt at work, and she was sure it’d show in his dancing as well.

He stopped humming and she looked at what he was doing. Jongin stood still, wearing jeans and a wooly sweater that hung loosely on his frame. He put down the towel on the counter and grabbed something from under the large agenda she’d left there. “You know, I can’t look at sticky notes normally anymore.”

She frowned as he turned around and held up the light yellow square of notes. There was an old scrap of shopping list on there, and a phone number. What was he on about? He continued before she could ask more.

“She left me one, that morning.”

“Oh.” Miyong breathed out, not sure of what to say.

“She told you about it right?”

She nodded, seeing his eyes change as he looked more closely at the object in his hand. It seemed so fickle, but to him it didn’t. It brought on bad memories and feelings he wanted to forget. She thought that part of him was still attached, to Angel. And she couldn’t blame him for it.

Jongin ran a hand through his messy hair, uncombed still from his shower earlier today. “I…” he started, sighing deeply and closing his eyes. “It’s all my own fault you know.”

“What?” The whole thing with Angel, that couldn’t he his own fault unless she had the fucking audacity to lie about it. “Jongin you it-“

“No, Miyong.” He rubbed his eyes. “I’m not talking about Angel. I mean ending up here.”

She remember Angel mentioning he came from a difficult situation, she’d been awfully vague about it at the coffee corner. “Do you want to talk about it?” she hesitantly asked, not wanting to push him.

He opened his eyes, looking at her like a lost young boy. “I think so.”

Miyong stood up, walking around the couch and over to where he stood in the middle of the kitchen. She took his hands in hers and stood up on her tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to. But you know you can tell me anything right?”

Jongin looked at her with pain in his eyes, his hands slightly trembling in hers. It has to have been bothering him, all this time. Whatever it was she knew she wouldn’t walk away anymore. She loved him and she’d committed to him, even though she hadn’t said it like that out loud again. She loved him. “Let’s go to my bedroom.” She said, pulling him along after her.

They sat down on the bed, crosslegged with the blanket in their laps. He put a pillow in his arms, holding it close and leaning his chin on it. For a second she thought he was going to cry right then and there. But he started talking slowly. “My parents, they didn’t have a lot of money. And when I told them I wanted to become a dancer they thought I was crazy, but I was young, and they allowed me to go to classes. When I was 13 I was scouted, they didn’t allow me to go. Then a year later I got scouted again, for a bigger school, Lee-Young’s, they offered me a full scholarship. Now, they wouldn’t however pay my expenses, like the travel it cost me to get there or the housing. But the official was adamant I could make it big and I begged my parents to let me go. They put all their money in me, letting me go to this dancing school. I had the time of my life, all I did was dance all day. Making friends was hard though, it’s a tough competition. I had one friend, his name was Taemin, he was in the same classes as me.” Jongin swallowed, breathing slowly. “We got along really well and practices together outside of schedules. Now, when I turned 18, he was already past the age, and he wanted to take me out. They tell us we shouldn’t, we should take care of our bodies and stuff. But it was just one night, and I was turning 18, so I thought why the hell not right?”

Miyong nodded. “You deserve something nice every now and then.”

“It was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” He smiled sadly. “We got drunk of our ass, till way past midnight, I think the sun must’ve almost been rising when…” He stopped and she saw his gaze change, from reminiscing to remembering. “I got in the car. “

She almost gasped, the accident, had he been drunk driving? No right? He wouldn’t? “Jongin?”

“You don’t have to tell me it was stupid, I’m gravely aware. Taemin said, let’s call a cab, and I was like oh no it’s only 5 minutes drive I’ll make it. And somehow we ended up in the car, next thing I know I wake up in the hospital.” He shakes his head. “We’d hit a tree along the way, I’d gotten trapped under the steering wheel. Broken both legs, one in 4 places. My ribs were cracked and I had a huge gash on my head from where I’d hit the side window. I think I woke up only after 5 days.” He stopped talking, playing with the corner of the pillow.

“What about Taemin?” She whispered, thinking the worst.

Jongin looked at her and shook his head. “It’s not what you think. He’s okay, or at least, I think. I haven’t spoken to him since. The doctor’s told me he’d gotten off well, with a few scratches and a broken wrist. He’d be perfectly fine. But me, they weren’t sure if I would ever walk again. They’d tried to set my leg but with the open breaks nerve damage could’ve been grave. I’m here today though, walking, I’m good. But Taemin.” Jongin let a tear slip then, closing his eyes as he spoke. “I couldn’t face him again after that, I told them I didn’t want to see him. I called my family, told them what had happened, I cried on the phone. They didn’t have the money to come get me. They were so disappointed in me, I have never felt so much hatred towards myself as I did then. !0 days later when I was discharged, in a wheelchair with nobody to get me there, I came home to a letter from the academy. I had lost my placement due to my reckless activities and injuries. The hospital must’ve phoned them about it when my parents didn’t respond. I’m not sure.”

She looked at him, as he stared right past her to the headboard. Miyong wanted to reach out to him, but the way he almost curled up on himself made her decide to just stay in her place for a bit. She let him continue at his own pace.

“I couldn’t do much with that cast, I was holed up in my apartment for a long time. Living off scraps of food before I found the courage to call my parents and tell them about it. My mom screamed at me, about that I’d ruined everything, all the money they’d lost on me. She told me I couldn’t come back until I had a way to repay them. I never spoke to her after that.” He reached out for her hand on his own, taking it in his and playing with her fingers gently. “Everything went worse from there. I was emotionally unstable, couldn’t find a job, lost my apparment, ended up on the streets. I lived on the streets for over a year.”

Miyong parted her lips, unsure of how to react. He’d actually been homeless, for that long? Was she not understanding or?

“I lived on the roof of an abandoned apartment building, sat by the road begging people for change during the day. I had one set of clothes, a blanket and a bag. Some days I’d eat, some days I wouldn’t, I’d fiddle my way inside a public bathroom to drink water from the tap. I know it’s not healthy, and my stomach was upset at first, but you get used to it.” His eyes were darker now, instead of scared. “I learnt how to steal from another guy I met there, he thought me how to pickpocket. I was skinny, I knew, and I was aware I wouldn’t make it through the winter like that. My fate was settled, I was sick, and one severe case of pneumonia could’ve been the death of me. So I went in for a risk and looked for the most expensive person on the street and took his wallet from him. It was surprisingly easy. I found 300 bucks inside and I could’ve spent it all, but I decided it might’ve been better to keep it. I went to the store and got instant noodles and a large bottle of water. Angel found me later that night.” He looked down at their hands, Miyong watched his fingers move along hers. His skin was soft, sun-kissed and beautiful. The way it stretched over his cheeks and the sharp cut of his jawline.

When he finally looked up at her again he broke out into tears. She was there, moving over and pulling him close. She let him cry into his shoulder, tears sipping below the collar of her shirt and wetting her skin. He trembled in her arms, and she ran her fingers through his hair. She held him like that, for a long time, until they found themselves cuddles under the covers. With his head on her chest and arms around her waist. She wasn’t going to let him go until he was okay again. Until he believed she was okay with everything.

But somehow the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. The I love you that laid on her tongue, the I wont leave between her lips. She sighed, and kissed the top of his head.

“Miyong?” he whispered in a weak little voice.

She hummed in return.

“Will you stay?”

Then, it was easy. “I will.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

“No matter what happens?”

“No matter what Jongin.”

“Not even if I mess up again?”

“Not even then.”

“I love you.” He breathed it against her skin, and it heated her up from inside. Goosebumps rose on her skin, she pulled him closer without noticing. His hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt, resting on her lower back, pressing into her skin. She saw the little piercing by his collarbone, just under the collar of his sweater.

“I love you too Jongin.” She stated, louder than he had. He stilled for a bit, fingers digging into her skin, like she’d startled him. Jongin shifted a bit, and reached up to press his soft lips against her cheek, staying close like that. “You tired?”

He nodded, breathing out over her skin and kissing her again. She chuckled lightly, lacing their fingers together on her stomach and reaching to the side to turn off the lights.

“Let’s sleep.”

Suddenly Jongin turned in his arms to look up at the ceiling. “There’s one thing I miss, from when I was homeless.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

“I used to sleep under the stars, I miss seeing them when it’s late at night.”

That was the cutest answer he could’ve given her, but it still pained her. Maybe she’d find a way to fix that. But she was growing tired and would think of it in the morning.

They slowly dozed off in each other’s arms if it wasn’t for the doorbell suddenly ringing.

Jongin groaned, sitting up, looking at the closed curtains by the window. “Were you expecting someone this late?”

Miyong shook her head, wondering who would ring the doorbell this time of night. “Maybe it’s the neighbours.”

Jongin found his phone on the nightstand, opening it. She saw, he has 15 missed calls, what the hell? “Listen.” He suddenly squared up, his jaw hardened. “Stay here okay?” he got up out of the bed and reached into his bag. He pulled out something black, that clicked awfully familiar. Like a gun. Was he holding a gun?

“Jongin?” She hissed in the dark. “What are you doing?”

“Miyong, please stay here.”

She was suddenly shaking with fear, and when he opened the door to her room slowly, she reached for his phone. 3 missed calls form Xiumin, 7 from Baekhyun, and 4 from Suho. Did something happen back home? Miyong was too afraid then to get out of the bed and watch what was going on. He had a gun, in her house, loaded. What if he shot someone? Should she call 911?

Then he sighed loudly, almost relieved. “Jongin?!” she called.

“It’s okay,” he said, opening the door, and someone stepped in. She got out of the bed to see who it was. The man was clad in suit pants and a light blue button up, unbuttoned, his silver hair dishevelled. She recognised him faintly as Suho. “What’s wrong?” Jongin asked.

Suho ran a hand through his hair, eyes falling on Miyong. “Who’s this?”

Jongin looked at her. “Uhmm…”

“I’m his girlfriend.” She said calmly.

He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course you are. Listen, pack a bag, anything essential. We need to get you back home.”

Jongin’s eyes grew wide. “Did something happen?”

Miyong looked between them nervously.

“Angel, someone got to her.”

“What? Is she okay?” Worry laced Jongin’s voice instantly, and Miyong saw the gun still sticking out from the waistband of his jeans.

Suho nodded. “She’s okay but…Jongdae, he got shot.”

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I’m Here To Protect You. (Vampire!Pete Wentz x Reader)

Note: This imagine is not my own. It was written by my best friend.

This is the story of how I got turned into a vampire, fell in love and managed to die. And no, this is not Twilight. It's my actual fucking messed up short, immortal life.

 His name was Pete, and he was strange, kinda stalkerish but he was hella cute. I never spoke to him when I was human; although, he always stood under the same street light, every night after my shift at the bar at two in the morning. I waved once or twice at him and he'd wave back but he never spoke or smiled. At first I thought he was a serial killer. Turns out that he was actually protecting me from those exact people. Well, vampires. Too bad I only found out after I became one myself, something he was, yet hated more than anything.

 It was December 31st 23:00, I pushed the heavy back door open to leave the bar early, because my boss decided that I deserved to enjoy my new year, something I'd never done before. As I stepped out, I heard the crunching of the gravel underneath my sneakers and was somehow comforted by the loss of silence in the darkness. I turned to my left to start walking out of the alleyway and into the street where I expected (okay, hoped) that Pete would be but because it wasn't my usual time, he wasn't there.

 I continued my walk home, pulling my coat tighter over my body to shield off the cold. There were people scattered in the street, some laying on the ground, drunk off their asses already, others slowly stumbling to the next bar and some just walking past me and staring like I was some freak. I didn't feel too worried or scared, if anything did happen, there'd be witnesses all over. I began to think to myself what I was going to do for new years, and after 5 minutes, I started to notice another set of footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple making out on the sidewalk, nothing I wouldn't expect from drunk, horny people. Although, the guy did look like he was getting a bit rough with her neck - but I'd rather go home than worry about other people's kinky business.

 I walked further, and again, noticed the footsteps, turned, and there was just one guy smoking, he wasn't there before which I found suspicious, and the couple somehow disappeared into thin air, so I decided to pick up my pace.

 Just as I was about to cross the street, I was grabbed and pulled to the side. It was Pete, only I didn't think he was trying to help me, I thought he was a predator finally going through with his plan, so I sprayed him with pepper spray and ran. Little did I know that that decision was the beginning of the end of my life.

 I started running home, not caring about the strange looks I was getting, I just wanted to get home and feel safe again. Too busy in thought while running, I managed to trip over something and fell on the concrete sidewalk. I didn't hit my head but I did get knocked out. So much for a happy new year...

 Next thing I know I'm waking up in a public bathroom stall. There were two bloody stripes coming from my lips that ran down my neck and chest, and stained my white shirt. What the hell happened? I stepped out of the stall and what I walked into was worse that what I woke up in. There was a body on the ground, a dead girl lying on the floor. There were bite marks in her neck, arms, legs; she must've bled out. Whoever was with her must be into some really kinky and sadistic shit...then I stopped to think and my mind started putting pieces together. I did that. I felt sick to my stomach looking at the girl's lifeless body and I thought about the fact that she had so much life left to live and I ruined it. What the fuck was I going to do, and who the hell did this to me?

 I stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately pushed back into the bloody mess I made.

 "What the f-"

 He put his hand over my mouth.

 "I'll explain everything if you promise to keep quiet."

 I quickly nodded. He slowly removed his hand and with wide eyes I spoke, "Y-You're the guy f-from across the s-street, w-what happened here? D-Did you do this to me?" I asked, fear apparent in my voice.

 "First change into these, we can leave and then I can explain without them hearing us, oh and by the way, I'm Pete," he said, quickly looking around as if someone was listening to us.

 "Well, no offense Pete, but I barely know you so I don't think I'm going home with you, thanks for the offer though." I said, feeling very hesitant towards him.

 "No, you don't understand, they're looking for you now so you can't go home, I'm here to protect you, I always have been, but last night, I, I failed," he said sadly.

 "What do you mean?"

 "You're like them now, I mean us, I'm not apart of their gang though, they target young people to join their "family". They're just power hungry vampires who want nothing but blood, gallons of the stuff," he said with disgust.

 "Wait, did you say vampire? As in Dracula?"

 He scratched the back of his neck as he said, "Uh, yeah, I guess so. You're kind of one now too."

 I stared at him in disbelief. How could I be a vampire? I can't survive working two jobs and hunting for blood! He saw my shock and continued explaining.

 "So all those nights I stood across the street, I was there so the other vampires couldn't attack you, and last night because you pepper sprayed me, I couldn't save you when they took you, and I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with guilt and regret.

 "Hey," I said touching his arm, “it’s really no one's fault but my own," I comforted him, "all I can do is thank you for what you did for me all those nights," I said, genuinely thankful.

 "It really wasn't a problem," he said, shyly looking away.

 Once again he tried to give me the clean clothes he brought, and finally, I took it.

 I walked into one of the stalls and started changing out of my bloody, dirty work clothes. Ugh, I needed a hot shower more than anything right now. When I finished, Pete explained to me how being a vampire worked. I watched him in awe as he explained everything and I couldn't help but feel something for my guardian angel, well, guardian vampire. We, like the old type of vampires, couldn't see ourselves in the mirrors, something I was kind of okay with since I didn't wear any make up or care about how I looked, not that I had the time or reason. I was more worried about making my rent.

 Back at Pete's house, he showed me the spare room, or from then onwards, my room. There was something so adorable about the way that he showed me around, speaking softly and sweetly as if I was fragile, which I had to admit, I kind of was. I basically died and my old life was over. Pete switched the TV on for me on some random channel, but I didn't pay much attention because he got a phone call. He walked a few metres away from me thinking I'd be focused on the TV. Boy was he wrong...

 "No no no, there is no way you guys are using her as bait, she just turned last night. I'm not doing that to her!" He said angrily, waiting for the person on the other end to reply.

"I don't care that we could kill the leader, she's been traumatized enough, find another way that doesn't include her, use Andy or something."

"NO, for the last time, she will NOT be bait," he said, hanging up on the other person.

 After he ended the call, I immediately pretended to be engrossed in the programme that was on. Pete threw himself tiredly on the couch next to me and put his arm on the back of the couch behind me. We sat in a comfortable silence, both of us barely interested in what was on TV.

 Three months had passed and there was no activity from the other vampires. Pete even let me go fetch all my stuff from my apartment, with the supervision of his friends. Although, I did stay in the house most of the time because Pete was overprotective. On the bright side, I didn't have to work anymore and I became friends with his friends, Patrick, Joe and Andy, they were all vampire hunters, that's how Pete ended up getting turned, a hunt gone wrong. I learnt a lot about all of them, they were my only company, and as far as my family and friends were concerned, I was either missing or dead. I was getting used to living with Pete now, we got to know each other better, we had a routine and I found myself slowly falling for him.

 Six more months had passed and still no vampire activity, Pete and I were best friends now and I was in love with him. I could never tell him though. There was the occasional awkward moment where we happened to get too close to one another or we'd accidentally walk in on each other wearing just a towel, but Pete would just brush it off with a joke and pretend that it never happened. What I hated most was when the guys would come over to watch movies and they'd make comments or suggestive sounds when Pete and I sat too close. Damn Joe for having a big mouth.

 Until one night, Pete and I decideed to have a movie night and I ended up being cuddled up in his arms. When the movie ended, I tried to get up, but Pete kept his arms locked around me. I tried wiggling away but I only ended up laying on top of him, making my situation worse, and giving him an accidental boner.

 "What are you doing?" I asked, quizzically.

 "I was just, looking into your eyes," he said smirking.

 "And why would you do that?" I asked, timidly.

 "Because they're so shiny, they look really beautiful," he said.

 We looked into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity when I somehow gained confidence and I kissed him. It was all I ever wanted for a while. It didn't take long before his dominant side came out and I was under him. All we did that night was make out and cuddle.

 After Pete and I became official, I felt like I had more freedom now, he never refused anything I said, to put it bluntly, he was whipped. Pete even let me redecorate the place by shopping online. I accidentally bought a mirror and it took me a good few minutes of being confused and Pete laughing at me before I realised that I couldn't remember what I looked like. I mean, I could see some parts of myself, but not my face, and I could never see it again. It made me sort of sad that I couldn't see the person I had become, I drank blood now, I had a boyfriend, I'm not the same girl that I was 9 months ago.

 At about 3am that night, Pete and I were laying on the floor in the living room - a common occurance when we both didn't feel like sleeping - I brought up the topic to Pete.

 "Do you remember what you look like? Or miss seeing yourself in the mirror?"

 "No, not really, why?"

 "I can't remember what I look like anymore," I said, trying to make it obvious that I missed having a reflection.

 Pete saw that I was upset by this and thought to himself for a moment. After a minute, he crawled over so he was laying next to me. He turned to me and started "Well [Y/N], you have beautiful [Y/H/L] [Y/H/C] hair, mesmerizing [Y/E/C] eyes that sparkle every time you see blood," he said, giggling softly at his lame joke, "You have really soft and kissable lips" he said smiling and then gently kissing me before he continued. I spent the rest of the night listening to him describe me and then proceeded to do the same to him, until we fell asleep on the floor.

We woke up the next morning to Patrick, Joe and Andy snickering amongst themselves.

 "Do you guys not have a bed somewhere in this place?"

 "Uh, we do Curly, we just couldn't sleep, how about you mind your own beeswax?"

 "Jeez, I was just joking, why you gotta hurt me like that?" Joe said, acting hurt.

 "Ugh, let me have my morning blood before you joke with me," I huffed, as I walked over to the fridge.

 "Anyway, the reason we're here is to warn you two," Patrick said, worriedly.

 "Warn us? What's going on?" Pete questioned, confusedly.

 "The vampires, they're planning something, we're not sure what it is yet, but we do know that it's happening at the bar that [Y/N] used to work at, tonight," Andy said.

 "What?! They'll hurt people I know! I have to come with you guys," I said urgently.

 "No. Nope. No WAY is that happening. You are staying here [Y/N], even if I have to tie you down," Pete said, strictly.

 "But-"

 "You aren't leaving here and that's final," Pete stated.

 I crossed my arms and stomped off into mine and Pete's room. There was no way that I was gonna stay here. Just as I started to think of a plan to escape, I heard the click of the door lock. Just great, now I was trapped. Our windows boarded up since sunlight wasn't the best thing for us. I remembered that I probably had the strength to break down the door so I backed up and rammed myself into the door, shoulder first. It didn't work and now I was sitting against the door with an injured shoulder.

 "You're not getting out of here tonight babe, I'm sorry, but it's for your own safety. I love you, always remember that." Pete said sweetly.

 "I love you too," I mumbled.

 "See you soon," he said cheerily.

 The day seemed to drag, I mean wouldn't it if you were stuck in a room all day, alone? All day I had to listen to Pete, Patrick, Andy and Joe discuss their plan. Before it got dark, I heard them leave with all their weapons and gear. Ready to defeat the vampires, once and for all. This was going to be a long night, I thought to myself as I lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

 I ended up falling asleep for an hour, until I was awoken by the front door opening. Great, the guys were back.

 Then I heard it. The crash. They were throwing things around, breaking furniture. What the hell? This wasn't the guys at all. Fuck.

 I listened as they opened every door to every room, until they got to mine. The door wouldn't budge. Then they got violent.

 "Open the door right now," the man commanded.

 I hoped that if I stayed still enough, he wouldn't be able to tell that I was there and he'd leave.

 "I can smell you in there and you might want to breathe more quietly before you pretend that you're not there. If you open the door and join us, we'll spare the lives of your friends," he stated.

 I gasped. "I can't come out, I was locked in, please please please don't kill them," I begged.

 "That's not what I wanted to hear, I hope you had a nice life. Break it down boys," he said.

 Within 5 seconds and 3 huge bangs later, the door came crashing down, and I was huddled in a corner, sobbing uncontrollably. I knew this was it. All I could think of was Pete.

 The leader grabbed me by my hair and I yelped.

 "You know, I would've considered keeping you alive, but you wouldn't even put up a fight, you're useless," he scoffed, as he retrieved the stake from his coat.

 "It's such a shame that I have to do this, you really are very pretty," he said, smugly as he drove the stake through my heart. Leaving me to bleed out and die.

 Pete's POV

 What a bust. Not one vampire showed up to the bar. Did our source lie to us? Was it a trick? Well, as long as the vampires stayed away from [Y/N] and I. We'd be fine. I can't wait to get home to her.

 I unlocked the door as the rest of the guys chatted amongst themselves. I opened the door to see that the living room was trashed, like someone broke into the house. [Y/N]!

 "[Y/N]! [Y/N]!" I shouted but received no response.

 I immediately ran to our room only to find the door wide open and I panicked. My eyes scanned the room, until it stopped, on [Y/N]'s lifeless body. If my heart was still beating, it would've stopped. I ran over to [Y/N], layed her in my lap and I tried to talk to her to get her to wake up.

 "C'mon babe, you've gotta get up, you're not dead, you're not dead, you're okay, we're okay, please be okay," I pleaded. "NO, YOU'RE NOT DEAD, PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD!" I silently cried into her chest.

 Just then, Joe, Andy and Patrick froze when they reached the doorway and took in their surroundings. Andy was the first to walk over and try to comfort me.

 "Pete, I'm sorry but she's gone."

 "No, no she's not, she's fine, she's just-"

 I couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing uncontrollably. I just lost the love of my life and it was all my fault.

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Hi love! What would you say the top ten sterek fics you've ever read are?

This was REALLY HARD. Mainly bc it’s hard to choose only 10. Because I’m leaving off some great fics (which is why there are more than 10 on here :3)! And some I get mixed up bc I read them so long ago and near each other. (You can always browse my fave fic list here) But I’ve narrowed it to this list. These are the fics that really left impressions on me. They’re all amazing and deserve to be read and loved!!! So…have a TOP 27 FAVE STEREK FICS list :DDDD

1. Cry Havoc by ladyblahblah

In Beacon Hills, the two-year war that’s been raging between werewolves and hunters has begun spilling over onto the civilian population. Meanwhile, in Boston, when the tattoo on Stiles Stilinski’s back is damaged on a late-night hunt he begins to have dreams that lead him across the country, drawn by an inexplicable conviction that he’s needed there. When he discovers that Derek Hale began the war after his mate was killed, Stiles finds himself being offered a strange deal: figure out how to bring the alpha’s mate back, and peace talks can begin.

2. Where the Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, 'now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

3. Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic

AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

4. Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

5. Ad Astra Per Tentaculum by morganoconner

Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down.

“Stiles,” it says to him. “My name is Stiles.”

6. Part of My Melody by hayesgeneration

Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.

7. Littlest Alpha by triedunture

Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.

But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”

8. Holding Your Own Weight by zjofierose

Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?

9. And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

10. DILF by twentysomething

“Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified.”

Okay - so here are some other favorites that I COULDN’T LEAVE OFF because they’re also my faves I just have more than 10???

11. Make us laugh (or nothing will) by rohkeutta

When Derek Hale left Beacon Hills at 18 to become a kickboxing champion, he thought he would never return. But here he is, seven years later: trying to salvage something from the ruins of his life, eighteen months after the house fire that killed his parents and left him limping and without a future. Enter Stiles, a college dropout Derek might or might not have been friends with in high school, and the unexpected interest he manifests towards the love of Derek’s life. 

12. Caged Humanity by ember

The other factors sounded like complete bullshit. Like about Companions having certain dispositions for submission, and a personality built around wanting to please. Fuck that, Stiles was a strong independent man who didn’t need no wolf. Submitting was straight up taught in classes. Don’t talk back, try to reason not argue, never run away when your Mate was in heat. Mate? More like owner. There was a reason Companions were called pets. God Stiles hated it all, the hypocrisy. It was an honor? More like a life sentence.

An AU where werewolves are given humans as pets called Companions, and a very begrudging Stiles is taken in by Derek Hale, much to both their displeasure. And then pleasure. Very, very sexual pleasure.

13. Ain’t Nothing So Good  as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found

Derek thinks he’s doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family’s concerns he remains adamant that he doesn’t need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

14. The Boy and the Beast by dsudis

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

15. The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

16. Sell Your Body to the Night by dsudis

“No,” he repeated impatiently. “I’m not a cop. I’m someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work.”

“I, uh, yeah, sorry,” Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up–the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. “Yeah, I am. I do that.”

17. Constantly on the Cusp by alisvolatpropiis

Stiles is gay, out and proud, and a Beacon Hills deputy. Derek is a firefighter and war veteran who thinks he’s straight; or, Derek and Stiles have lots of semi-public hatesex on the road to Love.

18. Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy

Stiles can’t remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he’s there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

19. Important Things by suzvoy

Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

20. According to Plans by eldee

Five times Stiles and Derek pretend to be boyfriends, and the one time they didn’t have to pretend at all. (Or: in which Stiles’ plan for senior year is completely ruined by a supernatural creature stalking him.)

21. The Road to Self-Actualization is Littered with F-Bombs by blue_fjords

It’s Stiles’s final Spring Break of his college career, and he’s got plans to do a whole lot of nothing. But Derek has other plans for him, and before he knows it, Stiles is joining Derek to go undercover at a couples’ retreat in a bid to catch a ring of thieves. It’s the world’s most perfect plan! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

22. In This Twilight How Dare You Speak of Grace by secondstar

Zombies. Stiles always knew the world would end this way.

23. Time to Begin by triedunture

Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.

24. Losers by stilinskisparkles

Where Derek is new to college, eager to spend his time learning, and Stiles is everything he didn’t want in a room mate. He’s loud, he’s into sports, and he keeps trying to make Derek do things.

Or, the one where Derek falls for a jock, Erica will cut you if you disturb her studying, and Jackson is a closeted romantic who pretends to hate everything.

25. That Unfortunate Situation by 74days

Derek Hale, 3rd Duke of that name has an unfortunate run in with the young Baron of Stiles - accusing the young man of being a fortune hunter. Regency Romance meets Sterek.

26. Reach Out by weathervaanes

Or, In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…With the Same Person

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Stiles sees the flyer on his very last day at Beacon Hills High School. It’s hanging, unassuming, in the hall near the front entrance along with bulletins and other flyers, advertisements, posters for free student concerts, but the fact that the word “sex” is written in a font two times larger than the rest of the page catches his attention.

It’s an advice hotline for a whole range of things, from teenage angst to how to deal with your parents telling you you’re adopted and a whole mess in the middle. Stiles thinks it’s funny, though, that they offer advice on sexuality and sex education. It makes sense on the one hand, since high school sex ed does jack shit for actual learning, but anyone who really wants to know stuff has an infinite source of knowledge right on their phone—the internet.

So it starts off as a joke.

27. Between Men and Lions by standinginanicedress

“I thought we could be friends,” Derek offers, to which Stiles gets an odd smile on his face.

“Friends,” he repeats, an odd inflection.

“Yes, friends.”

Stiles laughs, just barely. It’s more of an exhalation of breath than it is genuine mirth or anything else, and then he smiles. “I’m pretty good at friends,” he says with a tilt to his head, and Derek clears his throat and has to look away.

[betsjuggiecooperjones]

Date gone wrong

Everything turns to fluff in my hands. Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

Betty andJughead had been dating for three months by the time they actually got to go ontheir first date. Everything had been crazy, with Jason Blossom’s murder, Betty’ssister having a baby, Jughead being homeless, amongst a plethora of other things going on; they hadn’t had time to go on adate. He hadn’t even noticed until she mentioned it one day. So he decided hewas going to make it the best date he could. After all it was Betty Cooper and the best girl in Riverdale deserved the best date he had to offer.

Everythingwas almost ready, he had set up a picnic, sandwiches, potato salad, pasta salad, and Betty was bringing her signature cookies. His mouth watered at the thought of her cookies. The only thing he had left to dowas chop up some more green onions to garnish the potato salad. He put a coupleonions on the thick wooden cutting board and began to chop, his mind wanderingto the beautiful girl he was picking up soon. Over the past three months, his mind had been wandering a lot, to the smooth sound of her voice, to the strawberry taste of her kiss. The wandering was quickly cutshort by a sharp pain.

“OW FUCK!”Jughead shouted, realizing that the pain was because he had chopped off a bit ofthe tip of his middle finger. Blood poured across the cutting board and theonions. The onions weren’t green anymore. He put his finger in his mouth and grabbed paper towel, trying to sop up the blood that was soaking into the porous wood.

“Are youok?” Archie ran into the kitchen after hearing his friend shout. His face blanchedat the scene in front of him, before racing to go find his father.

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“Next timepay a little more attention when you’re chopping things, ok kid?” Fred tapedthe last bit of gauze to the boy’s finger. Jughead nodded before racing downthe stairs, grabbing the picnic basket and the keys to the truck on the way outthe door. He was already fifteen minutes late. Shit.

Betty wasleaning against Fred’s truck when Jughead exited the Andrew’s house.

He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was, her honey blonde locks flowing free to her shoulders, a soft green dress hugging her figure, the sparkle in her eyes, and the broad smile, reserved only for him.

“Took youlong en- what happened to your finger Juggie!?” the blonde dropped the cookiesshe had made into the bed of the truck and ran to his side, grabbing his hand.

“Well therewon’t be any green onions on top of the potato salad this time. I don’t thinkthe possibility of blood borne diseases makes for a good first date.” He joked,smirking and raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend.

“Is it bad?Should we go get you stitches? We can cancel if you’re hurt.” Worry clouded hereyes as she looked at his injured hand.

“Love, it’sfine. I’m fine. We’re going to go and have an amazing time. It’s just a cut.” Heput his other hand on her cheek, she looked up to meet his eyes, the pain didn’t seem too bad, his face showing no contortion of pain. She bither bottom lip in consideration, before finally nodding. They hopped into thetruck and with his one hand on the wheel, and the other on her knee, they wereoff.

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They hadfinally backed up off the road into a clearing of the woods near SweetwaterRiver, only a mile from the treehouse that they had spent so much time in askids. Betty took in the sights, fall was so beautiful in Riverdale, the leaves turning shades of orange and red, before falling to the ground. She remembered how her, Jughead, and Archie used to make piles of the colourful leaves and jump in them, and how Jughead would pick the leaves out of her hair before she got home, so her mom wouldn’t be mad.

 Jughead hopped out of the truck, grabbing a white sheet out of the bedand securing all four corners to two trees a few feet away.

“What areyou doing?” Betty asked, lips pursed in confusion.

“You’llsee.” He smiled at her as he walked over to the little makeshift shelter wherehe had put the projector from the Twilight Drive-in. He messed around for asecond, before the reel started to turn, shining Rebel Without a Cause onto the white sheet. He hopped up into thebed of the truck to join Betty. She lifted the red plaid blanket she had wrapped around herself to allowhim to cuddle in closer, opening the picnic basket to eat some dinner.

About halfan hour in, they had finished their dinner and were snuggled comfortably, Bettyleaning into Jughead’s chest, with his arm behind her back, occasionallydropping kisses on the top of her head. Jughead suddenly felt something smalland cold hit his shoulder. A few moments later, it was followed by more andmore until it was full blown hailing.  Jugheadtossed the keys to Betty so she could get in the truck, before leaping off thetruck, sprinting to shut off the projector and close the shelter so that itwouldn’t get damaged.

They beganto drive home, Jughead having decided that Fred wouldn’t care if they finishedtheir movie in the Andrew’s living room. Fred was just happy they had finally officially started dating, Jughead knew he had gotten sick of them dancing around each other, they were both good with words, but neither had been able to find the words to describe how they felt for several months.

 It was difficult to see through theprofuse hail, so Jughead drove incredibly slowly, he wasn’t about to risk havingBetty injured on their first date. They were a few blocks from the Andrew’shouse when they heard a CRACK. Betty jumped in shock, before turning to her boyfriend to ensure he was ok. Jughead pulled off the road and jumped out of the car, braving the hail toinspect the damage. It was the windshield. The hail had become so large that ithad cracked Fred’s windshield. Shit,he thought for the second time that night. He would use the little money he hadsaved from the drive-in to get it repaired later.

He hoppedback in the truck and turned over the ignition. Nothing happened. He triedthree more times, frustration bringing tears to his eyes. Still nothing.

He put hiselbows on the wheel and his head in his hands.

“I’m sorryBetts.”

“What areyou sorry for Juggie?” she asked, genuine confusion colouring her voice.

“This datewas supposed to be perfect, but it turned into a disaster. You deserve betterthan this.” He bit his bottom lip to keep the tears from falling.

“Juggielook at me.” When he didn’t look up, Betty reached and grabbed his chin in herhand, gently turning his face to hers with her soft hand. Their eyes met, she didn’t seem upset atall. In fact, she smiled, her whole face lighting up.

“It wasperfect, because it was with you.” Jughead exhaled the breathe he didn’t know he had been holding before she continued, 

“I love you, Forsythe Pendleton Jones theThird.”

“I love youtoo, Elizabeth Cooper.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Nothing Good Happens After Midnight: Eleven

Bruce let you drive to the cabin. He liked it when you drove. It gave him the chance to relax and enjoy the view. Enjoy watching you, your hair flowing in the light breeze. It made him happy. 

You followed the winding roads through the mountains. It was amazing and breathtaking but the feeling of Bruce's gentle hand stroking your thigh was what had you distracted. You couldn’t look at him without blushing furiously. 

He had your panties in his pocket. And his hand was circling ever so slightly higher on your thigh. Soft, lazy, aimless caresses. Your heart was pounding in your ears. For someone that didn’t think he had very much experience, he was really good at making your head turn. You glanced at Bruce and your cheeks turned red, “Too much?” he asked, his hand stilling. You swallow hard but shake your head, “I thought you said you weren’t experienced,” you said smiling a little before turning back to watch the road. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about things,” he said smiling a little. “I spend a lot of time thinking about you,” he admitted. You bite your lip to keep from smiling. Bruce didn’t caress any hight on your thigh, careful not to be overwhelming, but he didn’t stop stroking the silky skin either. 

He liked this. The heat he felt on your skin and the knowledge that you were burning for him the way he burnt for you. It put to bed insecurities that he never voiced. The worry that you didn’t really find him physically attractive. He knew you did, but that didn’t stop the anxiety that gnawed at him sometimes when he felt you get overwhelmed and pull away. He knew it was stupid. That’s partly why he never mentioned it. Any time you were with him, no one else existed for you. There was no flirting, not even accidentally. Your hand was never far from his and if he was separated from you for any reason, you looked for him. He knew. He was a safe place. Your place to hide. A soft place to fall. But the moment when your skin flushed and you cried his name softly as he brought you to pieces in his arms... He was proud of that. Proud of you for trusting him. For letting him take care of you the way he knew you needed him to.

When you pulled down the drive to the cabin and parked the jeep, you pulled him into a soft kiss. “It’s beautiful,” you murmur, “I love it.” Bruce carded his fingers through your windblown hair and grinned, “Not as beautiful as you, though.” He knows it’s cheesy but it’s worth the eye roll and the giggle in spite of yourself. He kisses your nose and lets you wiggle out of the jeep. Together you get the bags inside and Bruce pulls you into his arms gently. For a moment, he gets lost in the warmth and the colors flowing in your irises. It still catches him by surprise some times. He hopes that never stops. When you stand on your toes to be kissed, he obliges happily. You toy with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kisses you back and he shivers pleasantly.

“Where were we?” he asked, smirking. You blush and bite your lip, pulling him back towards the bedroom, “You put my panties in your pocket,” you answer quietly. Bruce smirked, “I do remember that” he teased. In the bedroom, his fingers find the hem of your tank top and he pauses, waiting for permission. You nod and help him get it off of you before you start working the buttons on his shirt. He doesn’t stop you. He knows how much you love his body, because it’s his and he’s yours. He stays very still and just lets himself enjoy your soft hands on his skin. The press of your lips on his shoulders and chest. “That’s so nice,” he sighed, relaxing under your touches. He only stopped you to lay you on the bed. A big soft bed, just like he promised. You look up at him, wide-eyed and he can see the anxiety bubbling just under the surface. “Shh,” he soothes, kissing your nose. “We have all the time in the world, baby. There’s no rush. The champagne isn’t even chilled yet,” that makes you smile and he caresses the ticklish spot on your side to make you giggle and he chuckles. “Bruce?” you murmur. “Hmm?” he answers, caressing your bare tummy, making you shiver. “How are you so patient about everything?” you ask. He grins and cuddles you close. He’d love to get you naked. Make you come until you’re a puddle a satisfied, boneless, lazy witch. But he can be patient. You’ve only been in the cabin for 30 minutes. “Good things take time, baby girl,” he says lovingly. “I know that this is important to you. That for you, it’s almost tantamount to getting married. Loving me that much, trusting me enough to even get this far,” he smiles when you nuzzle his chest. “Baby, I can wait. You need time and that’s okay. You’re the best thing in my life,” he continued, “I just... the one thing that bothers me ever, is how... anxious you get when we have to stop.” He tilts your chin up, “I’m sorry that anyone ever made you feel like you’re doing something wrong. You’re allowed to say no. I don’t care if we’re in the middle of making love. Too much is too much. If you need me to stop, we’ll stop.” 

He covers your face in kisses until you giggle and pins you underneath him playfully. He pins your wrists over your head gently and grins, “You understand me? Right?” he asks. You nod, blushing and he chuckles, “Good,” he said. Bruce kisses you and licks gently into your mouth, coaxing you into deeper kisses. He wants this. Anything you can give. He desperately wants this intimacy, the feel of the silk of your skin. He can feel the fire starting to burn and the heat sweeping over your skin. When you wiggle to sit up, he lets go of your wrists and moves off of you to let you up. He tries not to stare but he can’t help it. You’re taking off your bra and he’s very, very eager for that. Your cheeks color and he moves slowly. Caressing the soft skin cautiously. He groans in pleasure and you shiver as his fingers ghost over your nipples, “So perfect,” he praises, “So fucking pretty.” You look up at him and give him a shy smile, “Oh?” He nods and kisses your lips softly, “Lie back for me?” he requests. “Why?” you ask softly. “Because,” he answers, “I want you comfortable while I admire every bit of you.” He smiles as you do as he asks, “Good girl,” he soothes, kissing you tenderly and starting to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. 

He keeps himself in check. He’s never been allowed to get you this naked before. There’s nothing between you but the cotton of your skirt and his pants. When you reach for his hips and you pause at the button, asking him for permission, he blushes but nods. He realizes you probably feel a little too exposed. That you want to level the playing field a little. It’s fair, he decides. He helps you take his slacks off and hides his face in your breasts for a moment, basking in the feel of the softness and silk. He groans and sighs, “Oh, sweetheart,” he praises, “Please.” He sucks a soft mark into your right breast as he kisses down your body to nuzzle your belly. He finds the hem of your skirt and strokes your calf, “Baby?” he asked softly. “Yeah?” you pant. Your skin feels too tight and you need him to keep touching you. You can feel how wet you are and it’s making you self conscious. “Let me make you come again?” he asked, “Please?” You bite your lip and he waits, kissing your stomach tenderly. “I want you to feel good about this,” he encourages, “And... I want to show off. Just a little.” You laugh and card your fingers through his hair, “When do I get to show off for you, though?”

He looks up at you with a soft smile, “After we make love,” he said softly, “After we get to come apart together.”  Your cheeks color and he chuckles, “Baby, I’m a big boy. I’m more worried about you than I am me. Especially after I watched you come for me earlier.” He tickles your side and grins when you giggle, “It’s my job,” he reassured, “My favorite job. To take care of you like you deserve... To love you the way you love me.”

You can’t resist him when he’s like this. He’s so fucking cute. He loves you and you can practically feel it. You don’t know what it is, about this place. This moment. It’s perfect. Looking into Bruce’s face, you know he feels it too. “Bruce,” you start. He laces his fingers through yours and kisses your fingers, “I think,” you say, exhaling slowly, “I- I.” It’s absurdly hard to get the words out. He waits, trying not to hold his breath. Trying not to think ahead too far. “Make love to me?” you blurt out. He nods seriously, claiming your lips in a kiss that leaves you breathless and dizzy as he pulls your skirt off and his boxers, pushing it all to the floor. When he pulls away to admire you, you smile up at him nervously and he caressed your cheek, “Remember,” he murmured, “We can stop.” You nod and he fumbles for a condom out of the drawer where he put them. He hadn’t expected to need them right now. Not tonight in the dusky twilight air. The fading orange light making you glow with an unearthly light. 

You felt like magic under his hands. You crackled with energy and heat as he parted your thighs carefully. You’d talked about this with him before. Why it had such significance. It wasn’t the puritanical Christian idea of virginity he’d learned as a kid. It wasn’t anything like that. For you, it was a need for security. For trust. Feeling a soul deep connection with another human being before you gave them your body. It was a promise. An expression of love you only wanted to give to one person. Bruce was nervous. Trembling hands and shaking breath. He wanted you so much. To make sure you were comfortable and safe.

He kept it slow as he brought you off on his fingers first, careful to take the opportunity to stretch you a little to help you avoid pain. He heaps you with reassurances and praises as he brings you down a little and rolls the condom over his throbbing prick. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, kissing your nose. You nod, “I’m ready,” you answer, breathless. “I love you so much,” you tell him, “I want this. I want it with you.” Bruce is unexpectedly overwhelmed, tears welling up. You’re giving him this moment. All of your love. With no conditions. Handing him your heart and soul. Trusting him to protect them. You wipe the tears away and pull him down for a kiss. He pushes into you carefully as he kisses you. Going slowly so he doesn’t hurt you. You gasp softly at the sensation and he pauses, “Okay?” he pants. You nod, “I- yes.” you answer, hiding your face in his shoulder. When he’s all the way inside you, he stops. Giving you time to adjust, “You feel so good,” he murmured, “So good.” He waits until you nod before he starts moving. When he starts moving he touches your clit softly, eager to bring you to bliss again. To make you come for him as he comes for you. “Fuck,” you pant, arching into him, “Bruce- I- Oh god.” He knows you’re close. Moments away. and for that, he’s thankful. It’s been so long he’s struggling to hold back. He could have come the second he was inside you if he hadn’t stopped. When you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulder, he lets go and comes with you, saying your name. You look up at him, eyes shining with his favorite galaxy of colors and emotional tears. “Bruce,” you say, kissing him. He wipes the tears away and cuddles you for a moment as he softens inside you. He loved you so much he wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Ask you to marry him. Start talking about baby names. He soothes you softly, kissing and petting as he disengages from you. “Wait here,” he says, going to get a washcloth and take care of the condom. 

He’s careful, mindful that you might be sore as he cleans you up. He kisses your thigh softly and smiles. The room is dark now but, he doesn’t mind. He just wants to pull you close. Cover you in thick soft blankets and hold you tight. It wasn’t exactly champagne and smooth talk but somehow, he wouldn’t change it for the world. You’d been so honest and so sweet. Trusting. “I love you,” he said softly as you nuzzle into his chest sleepily. “I love you, too,” you yawn, starting to fall asleep. Comfortably tired and secure in Bruce’s arms.  You hadn’t expected it to be so easy. You never expected to love anyone this much, but here you were. It felt like heaven.

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