#until I have the right amount of blood again. would probably help

[tj-crochets]

hey hey hey my brain is kinda spinning out on the whole "focusing" thing so I think I might draw some more things, if anyone has suggestions of things to draw? I might also consider making like mini plushie versions of people's OCs or fursonas or something. Or assemble a puzzle? Probably not that one I don't think I can sit still that long right now But like seriously if you have drawing/painting suggestions or would enjoy seeing a simplified version of your OC/fursona/other character of yours idk the catch-all term I will gladly take suggestions. Currently my to-draw list is just "a leaf of some kind". I make no guarantees I will make art of the specific thing you suggest but depending on the number of suggestions there's a pretty decent chance

[demonslayedher]

Giyuu's not antisocial, he's a nice guy who cares a lot

It's very easy to find Giyuu overly cold or thoroughly convinced that everyone hates him, but this is the guy who very confidently stated, "I am not disliked."

So like, even though he believes he doesn't deserve to be counted among the Hashira, much less the Corp, and he carries a heck of a lot of survivor's guilt, to the point that he probably hates himself, but he doesn't have any reason to believe other people hate him. Nobody has seen how much he doesn't deserve to be alive, and nobody's been outright mean to him. They just don't know. They don't know how much better it would have been for Sabito to be in this place instead.

Giyuu tries not to get in the actual Hashiras' way and all. That's just him being considerate; he's trying not to be dead weight while being a placeholder in the Water Hashira position. That's why instead of mingle where he doesn't deserve to mingle, he stays to himself to train.

And then when he meets that boy in the forest who has just been through the worst experience of his life and is about to lose the only family he has left, like, yeah, Giyuu knows what he has to do and what this boy has to hear if he has any hope of standing up against the wrongs that have been done to his loved ones. He's been there, Giyuu knows how tempting is just want to give up and die right there after losing your family. But in his heart!! This is why Giyuu is rooting so hard for that boy!!! And that's making his mouth just run and run and run, because he so passionately wants to see this boy not give in to the overwhelming grief.

And then!!! Oh!!! There really might be new hope in this sibling pair!! The boy has a surprising knack for this, he even has a sense of smell like Urokodaki, there is hope that the Corp will finally get a Water Hashira again! The girl, defying her compulsion to eat and give in to her demon nature, is a sign that even a change like this can--and has!--occurred among demons, a strange cause for hope in hundreds of years of endless violence!

And Giyuu treats that demon--no, that girl--kindly and gently as he dresses her in a clean kimono (which he presumably... already had? Or he ran with Hashira speed to the Kamado house?) and nicely crafted muzzle. He cares so much about the hope these siblings may bring that he watches over them until the boy wakes up so he can make sure to tell him about Urokodaki and that he shouldn't let his sister be exposed to sunlight. (EDIT: Oh my gosh, yes, @yoiiyoii you are absolutely right in your tags, Tanjiro put that clean kimono on Nezuko before taking her down the mountain; that's why it didn't have blood stains!)

And then, presumably, Giyuu feels alight with hope for a while! Maybe only a realistic amount, but still, he's encountered something stunning enough to make him choose to leave a demon alive, much less care for her welfare. We know he trusted Urokodaki with them, and we know Urokodaki later wrote a letter, but I must wonder, did Giyuu tell Kagaya about Nezuko? He'd of course have trusted him. He probably felt responsible to report the matter. But there's also the chance that he didn't feel it was his place to bother Kagaya, because he's not a Hashira and does not deserve the master's attention.

But everything else goes on being as frustrating as always. There are still many nights when Giyuu doesn't make it in time. People die because of his failures. Maybe Sabito would have made it.

And he goes on like this, year after year of being a placeholder while the Water Hashira position is left empty. The other Hashira are all working so hard, and they would be helped so much by having someone like Sabito around.

On a night like any other, Giyuu finds a bunch of slain Corp members. If only he had come sooner. He hurries to help any other survivors, and finds a weird one in a boar mask who needs to be tied up if he's going to survive the night. It's for his own good that Giyuu took the trouble. (And presumably he carries rope around like he carries around spare kimono and woodworking tools.)

Giyuu finds another Corp member he can save, and slays the demon responsible for all this. But that boy he saved is ridiculously showing sympathy for it. He's even more ridiculous than Kochou, who obviously doesn't mean it whenever she makes that insensitive joke about humans and demons getting along. It's completely irrational and thinking like that seriously will just get more people killed--

--oh!!! It's that boy!!! And that girl!!!!!

And yes, he does need to act fast to prevent Kochou from killing the girl over a misunderstanding, and she's right to act that way without knowing the full story, but then one the immediate danger has passed, Giyuu's back to not bothering the Hashira. He knows it's not his place. But man, how he hopes this is going to go over well. He really had to have put faith in Kagaya being understanding.

Ok, but also, like, he's never given anyone a reason to dislike him?? He never bothered them, he didn't think???? Who? Who is it that dislikes him? Is it everyone????? They hate having a fraud around, don't they? That must be it. Nobody would have this problem if Sabito was there instead. He's going to stay far out of the way and make doubly sure he's not going to bother anyone with his completely undeserved existence.

But here in the moment, Giyuu is willing to stake his undeserved life on his faith in that demon girl, and he wants so badly for that boy to go on to be the Water Hashira the Corp so desperately needs, but if it doesn't go that way, Giyuu is just going to have to deal with it. It's out of his hands; he is not in a position to speak for them, but he has such faith in them that he will stand against the Hashira if it is necessary for saving those children in a moment of tension.

The relief Giyuu must have felt when the Hashira tacitly accepted letting them live and stay in the Corp! Maybe even that glimmer of hope again. That boy still has a long way to go before he can take the Water Hashira position, but Urokodaki has trained him, and he's well on his way. He's already come so far in standing up for himself and for his sister; this boy is really it! How eager Giyuu must have felt for him to keep gaining the experience he needs!

The Corp loses yet another Hashira in Giyuu's span of filling a hole. The sooner that boy can prepare himself for the position, the better.

And!!! It's working!! He helps defeat an Upper Moon!! But Giyuu's stomach must have been filled with dread when he didn't wake up, and when he must have heard about how close Nezuko came to dashing all his hopes.

But! Almost as soon as the boy wakes up, he helps defeat another Upper Moon!! That makes three for the Corp; the tides really have been changing ever since those siblings appeared. It won't be much longer until the boy attain enough strength to match the others and serves the Corp as a master of Water Breath---

wait wtf is Hinokami Kagura

Poor Giyuu!! His poor hopes, drowned!! Of course he was upset. He's been waiting so long for this important position the Corp relies on to finally be filled. By someone who deserves it. Someone who would have made it in time, all those times. Someone like Sabito.

This boy isn't like Sabito.

So it's back to zero, as far as Giyuu's personal hopes and desires are concerned. Oh, but that girl mastered the sun. Yay... whoo...

That means the progenitor of demons will be out to get her, and the Corp now faces a bigger threat than ever. Giyuu's best going back to what he's always done, all these years.

Train on his own so that he's not a burden or a failure. Stay out of the Hashiras' way. Stay out of the whole Corp's way, since he doesn't deserve to be there in the first place.

They all deserve Sabito.

[hencheri]

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. chenle x fem!reader (ft. kun)

| warnings. kidnapping, mention of physical violence.

a.n.: it's been stuck in my drafts for a while and idk what to do with it so here we are.

it takes a few ringtones before chenle’s call gets picked up, waiting a couple of seconds until he hears kun’s groggy voice on the other side of the phone.

“... hello?”

“uh, kun?” chenle has never felt more stressed out in his life before. he hopes kun doesn’t notice how terrified he sounds. “i, like… really need your help right now.”

he hears kun shifting in his bedsheets, turning on the lamp on his nightstand. chenle can clearly imagine the frown he has on his face. “why the fuck do you need my help at 3 o’clock in the morning?”

“if i call you now, you can guess it’s really important,” he answers, bringing his fingers almost by reflex to his mouth, biting down on his already short nails. “...please.” 

kun snorts. “it pains you that much to say please?” he jokes, but he knows that word would’ve never left chenle’s mouth if he didn’t need his help desperately. “i’m coming,” he sighs, “where’re you?”

“well, huh…” chenle looks around, the streets being totally empty, yellow lights lighting up the place, his shadow showing up on the pavement beside him. “i’ll send you my location.”

kun sits up on his bed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm while letting out a yawn. chenle can hear his feet walking on the floor, surely picking up clothes from the night before. 

“okay, i’ll be there in… 20 minutes,” he announces, but he’ll arrive in too long. far too long. 

“no, no… kun, you don’t understand. i need you here, like, immediately.” chenle specifies, feeling the blood draining from his face little by little. he’s so fucking stressed his hand is shaking as he passes it through his hair, his heartbeat literally being out of pace. 

kun sighs yet again, finding the situation more like a bother to him. “alright, alright!” he agrees, but it’s not like he had any other choice anyway. “let me put some pants on… and-” he pauses, struggling to pass his feet through the holes of his jeans with just one hand, “i’ll be there in 5.”

chenle feels the slightest relieved. “bring your ass here quick.”

—

when kun closes the door as he takes the driver seat, the car shakes a little, breaking chenle’s running thoughts at the same time. his friend says nothing for the first couple of seconds, making the beating of his heart the only sound he hears. 

despite staying silent as well, chenle is the opposite of calm. he wants to appear calm and collected, but he’s not. he knows he’s fucked up, kun’s first reaction is enough to remind him of that, but he really isn’t feeling that bad. not for you, at least.

your body is lying unconscious on the backseats, not one single muscle moving. he didn’t think the hit on your head would knock you out for this long. well, to be fair, he didn’t think this through at all. 

“i can’t believe this,” kun grumbles to himself, but he says it loudly enough for chenle to hear, too. 

“what else did you want me to do!?” he responds, quick to defend his actions. “you’re the only one i could call. i sure as hell wouldn’t have asked renjun,” chenle explains, “or worse, mark. he probably would’ve pissed his pants or something.”

kun scoffs, amazed that chenle still has the heart to say so much nonsense. “don’t you have any self-control? do you even realize the amount of bullshit you put yourself into?”

the youngest groans as if annoyed to be reminded of the seriousness of the situation. he looks outside his window, not wanting to give kun any answer, but he doesn’t seem to be done scolding chenle. 

“you’re lucky i’m not beating your ass right now because you fucking deserve it. what went through your head?”

chenle stays silent, gulping down. he keeps a stern expression, not looking at kun, even though he feels his angry eyes on him. 

what does kun expect him to say anyway? everything happened so fast, he didn’t think twice. he doesn’t even know your name, and yet, he felt the impulse to have you. you were alone in an empty street, not looking around you, trusting fate a little too blindly. it was too easy, too obvious, he had to do it. 

a whim, kun would call it. a sense of immaturity chenle still hasn't yet resolved. or whatever psychological shit he’d say. 

but sometimes he just does stupid stuff without thinking of the consequences. it’s nothing deep. he does agree this time was stupider than any other. and he shouldn’t have acted so impulsively. that doesn’t mean he regrets it, though.

[outtathisworld-imagines]

Illicit affair

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, brief smut! +18 MDNI!, suggestive themes, cheating, intercourse, swearing, fighting, blood, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap! Not proofread 🥲

A.N: this is oh so angsty. John Walker can get fucked in this one- literally and figuratively 🙃

Please let me know what else you guys would like to see me write! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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You trailed behind Valentina with a pile of paperwork in your arms. Transferring from S.H.I.E.L.D to become the head of the National Security Agency kept you on your feet. That was heightened even further when you dipped your toes into the world of O.X.E, Valentina coaxing you in as her unofficial partner just over a year ago.

“I need eyes on everyone in the field right now,” Valentina told you while typing on her phone, you were both close in overseeing thier operations. “Although, you’d probably do a better job than all of them.” She chuckled.

You bashfully smiled at her “Nice try, Val. Flattery gets you no where with me.” She sent you a tight smile, she’d try again tomorrow. And the day after that.

The two of you headed to your office “Where are we up to with favourable PR? God knows that gang of misfits need it.” You chuckled pulling out a folder with sheets of each of the ‘New Avengers.’ “We also need to diffuse the legal battle with Sam Wilson.”

“I’m in contact with Sam, not great contact, but contact nonetheless.” You sighed shaking your head seeing Bucky’s sheet. “I wish this didn’t have to be so messy. We were all such good friends, one common cause.” You looked to her “I’ll keep reaching out to him.” You sifted through the other sheets, your hand hesitating when it flipped over another member of the team.

Val noticed and smirked “We can still try to push the charm offensive for him.” She mused. “Despite the divorce.”

You blinked, eyes snapping up to her. “What are you talking about?”

Her brow furrowed “His divorce? In the final stages from what I’ve found out. But yanno it is what it is- for him it’s the fact he’s our good looking boy.” She let out a dry laugh. “That’s one of the only things he really has going for him.” Val noticed your quietness. “You okay?”

“Hmm?” You snapped out of your trance “Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled, it didn’t convince her. “Trying to glamorise a divorce of such a high profile ‘hero’ like him might be tough. My team will handle it well.”

Val sat back “I’d like you to personally oversee this.”

You snorted “Why?”

She shrugged shoulder “You and Captain Wannabe go back pretty far, don’t you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, you knew she knew, she was just dancing around the fact until you missed a step.

You shifted in your seat, slapping the soft paper folder shut over his face. “I have a meeting about interplanetary peace to prepare for, and you surely have endless amount of meetings too.”

She agreed, standing up and placing a brief kiss to your cheek, the promise of seeing her soon was the last words to leave her mouth before she did behind a closing door.

You opened the file again once she left, your eyes instantly finding his photo, the many years since you had first met had been kind to him. Too kind. You dryly and humourlessly laughed over the tumultuous times you had with him before crumpling the piece of paper in your hand.

—•—

“Hello Commander! I’m Agent Y/L/N with S.H.I.E.L.D!” Your voice battled with the blades of the helicopter that flew you and dropped you in the very epicentre of the Middle East. The helicopter took off again “Agent Coulson sends his regards and apologies that he couldn’t be here. I’m afraid you’ll have to make do with me.”

“Agent Y/L/N we appreciate the help!” The commander shook your hand with a smile. “If Coulson himself sent you, hell you must be good- if not better than him!” You sent him a small smile in thanks. “Let me introduce you to some of the boys and where you’ll be working from.”

The desert heat was almost unbearable the second your feet hit the ground, this wasn’t something you were accustomed to but Phil was desperate and you more than owed him for the chance he took recruiting you. The commander showed you the base set up, rows of computers and state-of-the-art technology at your fingertips. “I’ll be able to upload the S.H.I.E.L.D programming to help your guys.” You explained as he walked you through.

“We really appreciate it again, Agent.” He smiled before hollering a solider over “Walker! Show Agent Y/L/N to her barracks. Tent Juliet One.” The solider approached you and held his stance. Pristine and polished and beyond rehearsed stance with his dirty blonde hair, hard look slapped onto his face and neatly pressed uniform. Perfectly conformed- like most of the men in the army base.

He motioned you to follow him with a silent nod of his head. The walk was longer than you anticipated so you pulled out some small talk. “So how long have you been stationed out here, Walker?”

“Nine months, Ma’am.” His voice was tight, almost regulated.

You softly chuckled “Please, less of the formalities for me. Just Y/N is fine.” He looked like he almost short circuited at that, the casualness of it all. “Geez, nine months is a long time. How long you got left?”

“As long as they need me.” He replied and you nodded with raised brows at how dedicated he was to serving and sacrificing for his country. “Tent Juliet One.” He opened the zipper of the tent for you and you stepped in under his arm. “It ain’t fancy, you’ve got a shower room to the back. You can let us know if you need anything else.”

“I appreciate it thank you,” you softly smiled at the soldier and put down your bag. “I’ll probably be working most of the time back in the tech unit.”

He hummed “What is it you do ma’am?” You sent him a pointed look, he finally cracked with a smile and shut eyes, shaking his head. “Sorry- force of habit.”

“Counter-terrorism, tactical technology, surveillance- any specialised security really. I developed the program you guys will be using when I install it.” You explained as he slowly nodded, processing it all. “I’ll give you a masterclass.” You playfully winked and John swallowed hard. He was unsure if it was the heat, the perfume you had on, or the fact this was the first time he had a flirt thrown his way in months that caused a prickling sensation down the back of his neck. The camp was full of men and you were a fresh breath of estrogen in a pit of testosterone. John sent you a brief nod and left you be, you watched him disappear and close the tent behind him.

You spent hours in the tech tent setting up the system later that night into the early hours of the morning. Using the cool cover of night and your hijacked sleeping schedule thanks to jet lag to work away. You called it a night- or rather a morning- and decided to head back to your tent.

You stepped outside and saw a blanket of stars above your head, the faint glow of a rising sun in the distance. “It might be beautiful out here but it’s deadly,” you jumped and turned hearing a voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“That’s okay,” you said removing your clutched hand from your chest. “It’s probably true what you’ve said. Beautiful things are often deadly.”

“Bet you are.”

“Sorry?” You barely heard the mumble from under his breath.

“I said I bet they are,” a silence filled the space between you both, his little slip-up casually covered up. “Can you get back to your tent okay?”

You smirked “I think I can manage, Walker.”

“I’m not in uniform, you can call me just John.” He told you, a circle back to your request when you met him earlier. You looked him up and down, the tight black t-shirt fitted him perfectly.

“I should get some sleep, just John.” You playfully retorted.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow for our masterclass I guess, just Y/N.” He shot you a wink that shook your very core. He turned away, leaving with a gentle breeze coming from the sand dunes and leaving you with your heart skipping a beat.

The next day you were teaching about a dozen men and the commander the ins and outs of the program you developed with S.H.I.E.L.D. Your eyes kept locking onto John’s. “How are you getting on?” You asked sitting down beside him.

“Getting there, is this-” he pointed to a spot on the screen “Tied to that?” He then pointed at the other side of the screen in front of him.

“Yeah and then you can just,” you didn’t even think twice when you placed your hand on top of his on the computer mouse to guide him. “Push that and it will relay the information back.” John’s whole body froze in the heat of the midday sun. The sudden contact made every fibre inside him seize. “Just like that.” God he knew it was wrong but he wished you were saying that in a very different context.

As night rolled around you were still setting up the systems, your body clock still hadn’t adjusted. You could almost hear the chiding from Phil telling you that you would never adjust if you didn’t at least attempt to sleep. You sighed and wiped away the line of sweat from your hairline and made your way outside, it had cooled again thankfully, until you turned a corner and suddenly felt a rush of heat.

“Oh hey,” John was sitting on a bench with the moonlight on his face. “You want one?” He wiggled his bottle of beer in your direction. “It’s ice cold…” he tempted you and you reached out your hand.

He passed you one as you sat next to him, his silent scooting along acting as an informal invitation. You took one sip and groaned in delight “Holy shit, never did I think beer could be this good. Or just how much I needed one.” You laughed, John tightly smiled and tried to compose himself after the noise you just made. “You do this often?“

“Whenever I get the chance.” He looked at his beer bottle “Somethin’ about sitting watching the moon with a beer in my hand that softens the blow of being here.” You sent him a sympathetic smile. You had the luxury of leaving in a few days, he had no idea when he’d get home.

“Well, here’s to the moon and good company,” you clinked your bottle against his and you both took a sip, looking up to the moon as you did. John watched you intently as you took another sip, the way your lips wrapped around the lip of the bottle, how a drop ran down the corner of your mouth and dripped onto the exposed skin just above your chest. How he was desperate to lick it off.

“Ah shit,” he murmured and you snapped your head round to him, the glow of your sweat and sun-kissed skin being highlighted in the moonlight. “Fuck it.”

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, a faint hint of beer on them. He apologised as he pulled back, his face still hovering near yours. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and brought him towards you again, kissing him harder than he kissed you. John moaned against your skin as your hands roamed over his shoulder. He forgot what it felt like to be adored. The touch. The noise. The thrill he felt.

Your beer bottles fell to the sandy ground with a soft clash, not that either of you noticed. John brought you into his lap as you continued kissing, gentle grazes of your tongues turning more forceful and the roaming of hands becoming more desperate. He took you back to your tent, he knew where it was thanks to his internal mind-map. He would never forget it.

He would say he was drunk if questioned about what he did with you. But he wasn’t even remotely tipsy. Fully aware, fully conscious of what he was doing. Fully wanting.

The two of you spent the next few days you were at that base together whenever you could between programming and beers. That was until your duty was over after a week and you were summoned back to the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

“Maybe take this and you can visit me when you’re home.” You extended out a slip of paper with your number and address on it while sitting back on the bed he took you on each night. The warmth from him in the bed with you began to diminish. He took the piece of paper with his signature smirk, his eyes roaming over your naked body he had the pleasure of kissing almost every inch of for one last time.

John turned his back to you to get ready and his smirk fell, he slipped the piece of paper in the pocket of his cargos and took out his hidden dog-tags from between his top and jacket. He was discreet with them all week.

“Of course.” Was his reply as he put them on and then his vest quickly after, the gold wedding band between his tags weighing him down as he hid it from you.

—•—

You were sitting in your apartment late one night when a knock at the door disturbed you.

It had been many years since your brief whirlwind in the Middle East and with John. His occasional message reaching you but never him in person.

You opened the door and blinked in surprise “Valentina! This is such a surprise, please come in.” You mentally cursed yourself for not tidying away your takeout boxes still lying on the table. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked, encouraging her to sit.

She smiled, it reached from one ear to the other “They’re going to offer you director of S.H.I.E.L.D.” You slowly sat down, eyes wide at the news. “Don’t accept it.” She sternly warned.

“Why not?” You asked, voice cracking.

“S.H.I.E.L.D is dissolving.” She began to explain. “You either don’t want to see it or can’t. I suspect your honouring of Coulson has something to do with that.” Your eyes traveled to the photo of your former friend and mentor that hung on the wall. You stuck with S.H.I.E.L.D to carry on a legacy for Phil, since his passing, it had went downhill considerably. It was getting harder to justify why you were staying. You had met Valentina Allegra de Fontaine at a security conference, she slowly bled into your life and became your new mentor. Her expert knowledge and guidance becoming invaluable to you.

You shrugged “What do I do then?”

She reached across and tapped your knee almost reassuringly. You had very much grown on her over the years, she saw a lot of herself in you. A fire. A determination. A drive. “Let me take care of it for you.” She said without divulging. “There’s an opening that I can work my magic with for you, but there’s a loose end that needs to be dealt with first and foremost.”

Of course, anything with Val came at a price that she set. “What’s the loose end?”

“Wilson and Barnes. I just need you to get them out of Latvia to literally anywhere else. You do that, a career defending this country and the world will be yours.” She stood up. “A proper chance to honour Phil Coulson.”

Those were the words that made you agree to her terms and later that evening you were on a chartered flight to Latvia.

When you arrived you roamed through the streets until you spotted a familiar face. “Torres?” He turned around, a smile gracing his face upon seeing you.

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N! How are you?”

“All the better for seeing you, Joaquín Torres.” You embraced him in a brief hug. “What are you doing here?” You noticed how he glanced over his shoulder and your smile dropped slightly. “Please don’t tell me you’re with them?”

He took a sharp breath “I hate to disappoint,” you groaned “I’m just helping them out with a lead.”

“I need them out of Latvia.” You told him with folded arms. “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be for me.”

“I would hate to inconvenience you…” his tone was just as playful even when he dropped an octave, you couldn’t help but grin at it. You had worked with Torres before, the pair of you working on preventative counter measures and security tactics back in the US. He was considerate and kind to you, you held him in high regard. “You owe me.” He motioned you to follow him.

“Well whenever you’re back in home soil, drinks on me.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder as he lead you to them. He stood against the wall of a doorframe, allowing you to squeeze through the semi-open door. You stopped just as your bodies collided in the tight space. “I’ll be looking forward to that.” You nodded and thanked him with a gentle tap to his chest before going through.

You hesitated hearing grunts and clamouring, reaching for your gun, you braced yourself for the worst. When you walked through you didn’t know where to look. You looked to the back of the room and saw Bucky and Sam, then Helmut Zemo casually sipping away on a whisky, then the Dora Milaje and in the middle of it all- “John Walker?”

You lowered your gun watching him getting his ass handed to him “Looking strong, John!” Bucky called out and you sent him a perplexed look.

“What the hell is happening?!” You called out as the fighting continued. You looked to your friends and allies standing with crossed arms over their chests. “They’ll kill him! Stop it!” They looked at you, not willing to get involved. You let out a harsh sigh. “Fine. I will.” You stupidly interjected yourself at the wrong time, John punching you in the face unintentionally and causing you to fall to the floor. You groaned, the fighting subsequently stopping before Bucky and Sam got involved seeing you injured. You looked up to a guilt ridden John before he was kicked back. Your eyes then locked into Zemo, who disappeared behind a door. You groaned standing up, blood running from your nose. You grabbed your gun and raised it to the roof, pulling the trigger. Everyone stopped and looked at you hearing the gunfire. “ENOUGH!” You yelled.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding pretty badly,” Bucky finally spoke, John gulped hard at his handiwork that he didn’t mean to do.

You rubbed your aching nose with the back of your hand, a line of blood coating your skin. “I’m fine,” you looked John in the eye after all these years, a sense of familiarity hitting you harder than his fist to your nose. “Someone should get Zemo, he went that way.” Bucky and Sam jogged off and the Dora Milaje followed suit. John walked in the same direction, you stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Not you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Save it,” you rubbed your nose and winced “Shit. That’s what I get for going into the line of fire.” John looked at you with sad eyes, sad at the damage he had caused, sad that this is how you were both meeting again. “Been a while, huh?” You smirked.

“Let me get something to soak and clean up the blood.” You watched him scour the ornate house, you followed him into the bathroom. You looked him up and down as he adorned the new Captain America suit. He hadn’t changed an awful lot since you saw him in person last. He gently dabbed the blood away with a rag and you hissed in pain, he apologised once more. “Too long.” John finally said after what felt like hours of silence, finally responding to you.

His heart did the same somersault it did when he first met you all those years ago. Your distinctive perfume once a memory now lingering around him once more. He hadn’t felt a feeling like that in the longest time, even when he was given the Captain America honour. “You stopped messaging, never came to see me…” you looked at him through your lashes as he tossed the bloodied rag into the sink. His body was reacting by its own accord as he took your face between his hands and pulled your lips to his. A brief crash of a kiss, the feeling of homecoming surging through both of your veins.

John’s reason was still between the dog-tags, the band of gold hidden by his new uniform. But all reasoning left his body when you pressed your own to his. His lips desperately kissing at yours, reclaiming the feeling he longed for each night you were at the base with him and then after you left…and then almost daily since then. He grabbed your thighs tightly and picked you up, your back crashing against the bathroom door. Neither of you wasted anymore time, John quickly freed you from years of antagonising torture when he pulled down your jeans along with your underwear and his hand found your wet core again.

He hastily removed his tactical pants just enough to free his cock and slip it into you. He felt like he was fucking you for the first time again. The moans that left both of your mouths were ungodly, strained, joyous. He loved the feeling of you, he tried to recreate it many times with his own hand but it was never the same. You weren’t like his wife. The feeling wasn’t like this. How you squeezed perfectly around him, how you tasted, how you said his name, how you begged for him- those could never be recreated, it had to come from you. He continued to drown deeper in his sinful haze. He wasn’t thinking about the world. Or his wife. Or his child. He was just thinking about you. The idea of you and him. A concept only blossoming between covers and behind closed doors.

You both came like tides thrashing against the rocks, harsh and full of force. “I missed you. I missed this. I want more of you. I need more of you.” You breathlessly admitted, pressing a kiss to his swollen lips.

“I’m married.”

“Not when you fuck me you’re not.” Your voice quickly turned sour as you pulled back and John lowered you from him. The look on your face becoming stoic as your heart shattered while pushing him away. “I’m not the other woman, John. I’m the only woman.” He looked to the floor, the weight of his wedding band almost dragging him there. The look on your face dragging him even further into what felt like the pits of hell. “How long?” You snapped as you quickly pulled on your clothes. “Months?” His eyes slowly found yours- it answered your question. “Years.” You bitterly laughed. “Back then?” You referenced to the nights in the Middle East, where he longed for you, where he desperately begged for you in the desert heat.

His silence answered your question.

You left, slamming the door behind you, and made your way to find Sam and Bucky.

—•—

When you returned back to the States you watched the fallout happening in real time, John’s reputation crumbling as you rose to the top. Valentina kept her word when you got the two men out of Latvia and bestowed the role of head of the National Security Agency to you. You embraced it with open arms.

You watched the coverage of his trail, watched his doting wife by his side, how beautiful and oblivious to his actions she was. A pain lingered in your chest whenever you saw him on the screen, photos with his child, his face on papers left on your desk. As the years passed, it hurt less.

When Val approached you with a proposition one day in your office, you didn’t know then that pain would return.

“What about my personal bodyguard if you’re up for that?” She asked and you laughed.

“I swapped guns for jurisdictions, haven’t picked up one in a long time. Besides, you’d have to bump my pay- considerably!” You joked.

“Name your price,” you laughed louder. “I’m not kidding. Name your price. I’ll see what I can do.”

You sent her a soft smile. “Val, you know I can’t.”

“Then how about another position?”

You mused for a moment. “I’m listening.”

You soon fell into her world of O.X.E, working covert operations with her. She handed you a folder with a list of pseudonyms, stating that you’d be meeting them all and assisting her in assigning missions for them.

You sat in your apartment, trying to keep your business with O.X.E as far from your day job as possible as you waited to meet your first mercenary hired by her. “They should be with you soon,” she said to you from over the phone as you sat with the device between your ear and shoulder.

You furrowed your brow at the sheet of paper “Who is US Agent?” You asked just as your door was knocked on.

You opened it, almost dropping the phone as Val replied to you. “Our previous Captain America, John Walker.” The same man who was standing on the other side of your doorframe.

“He’s here. Speak soon.” You bit the inside of your cheek as you hung up the phone, the pain of seeing him returning in your heart.

“Funny how we always wind up back here you and I,” John tried to break the tension with a joke. “Some may call it fate.”

“I would call it personal hell.” You bit out and stepped aside, reluctantly letting him into your home. “You’re a glutton for punishment, huh?” Your voice was tight, John had a thunderstorm of feelings inside him seeing you in person again. It had been years.

“I gotta do what I gotta do,” he said. “After everything, I can’t afford not to.”

You almost felt a sense of pity for him, but the venom surging through your veins eradicated that after being reminded of all the heartache he put you through. “Karma is a bitch, Walker.” You sat yourself down, motioning for him to do the same on the opposite sofa. John knew he beyond deserved that comment. “How’s your wife?”

The secret wasn’t quite out yet of his shaky marriage, divorce was likely on the horizon. He wanted to believe that it wasn’t. He wanted that mirage of his perfect personal life to remain.

“Olivia is doing okay.” He quietly replied, as if saying her name too loud would damage the broken relationship he had with you even further.

You smirked, it was laced with sadness. “Olivia…” You whispered it out, your eyes gazing off into the distance. “I’m glad she’s doing okay.” You reached over to the folder on the table and threw it at him. “Especially since this is one risky mission, just for you.” You seethed and sat back on the sofa, watching as John read it over. “But hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.”

He looked up to you from the folder with solemn eyes. “In another life, I would have done this differently.”

“Spare me your bullshit, Walker! Don’t say that.” You chided him. “How different, huh?” You snapped. “Never tell anyone? Keep on fucking me to your hearts content and go back home to your perfect little life like nothing was ever happening? Fuck you!” You spat.

John finally burst. “It woulda been you! I would have picked you!”

“Yeah well you didn’t! You can’t- You can’t change the past!” You yelled and rose to your feet. “Too fucking little, too fucking late!” You screamed. “You’re married! You knew you were having an affair with me and yet you kept on stringing me along all this time! I had so much hope in you, for you. For years I thought of you!”

“Don’t you think I thought of you?!” He approached you, practically pinning you to the wall. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I’m sure you’re much the same, I mean, look at the predicament you’re in now with Valentina.” You snarled, he had no right speaking to you the way he was.

“Get out of my house and go complete that fucking mission.” You hissed. “That’s an order from me and Val.”

“I don’t want to leave us like this.” He growled, a part of him still deeply caring for you- his emotions were in disarray around you. They always were. He attempted to lean in, kiss you as a form of apology with the hope it lead to something more eventually. You held up your left hand to him, making his face jolt back in surprise.

“I’m married.”

“W-what?” His voice cracked, your words cutting through him like a knife. The engagement ring and wedding band bejewelling your hand bringing tears to his eyes.

“I told you, John. Too little, too late.” A tear streamed down your cheek as you held a stern glare. “Maybe in that other life of yours, huh?”

He stepped back and left your apartment without another word, not before catching a glimpse of a picture of you in a white dress with your husband looking at you lovingly, a look John would have killed to give you.

Half an hour later, that same man who gave you that look arrived home, scooping you up in his arms making you giggle, the tense buildup caused by John suddenly leaving your apartment when you were in the arms of your husband. He put you down, noticing a dimness in the sparkle of your eyes. “You okay, Y/N?”

You nodded with a smile before pressing a kiss to his lips. “All the better for seeing you, Joaquín Torres.”

[clannfearrunt]

"Warmth"

A pair of short scenes I wrote a while back; snippets of Thresher and Rill interacting with their fathers on a winter day.

Thresher carefully stepped over the sleeping bodies of his podmates, reaching for the flap covering the tent exit. He paused, hearing the soft grunt of someone rousing from sleep. 

“Where are you going?” It was Jin. He lifted his heavy head to blink drowsily at his child. “It’s cold out.”

Thresher pulled out his phone to check the weather. 50F. “Taking a piss. It’s not cold.” Jin worried too much. He stepped outside, ignoring the low grumbling coming from behind. 

Crisp winter air greeted him outside; the night was quite chilly, unpleasantly so, but not dangerous. The earth beneath his bare feet had failed to retain any heat from the weak December sun, and hungrily sapped his own body heat away. He supposed Jin’s concern was fairly reasonable this time. He does the worrying so I don’t have to, he reminded himself. Thresher stretched upwards, refusing his body’s instinct to shrink against the cold. Sitting there shivering wouldn’t help him get back to bed any quicker. 

Before heading back inside, he paused to gaze out into the desert. All was quiet save for the occasional rustle of dead shrubs as a breeze nipped gently against his skin. Though moonless, the night wasn’t dark - the distant haze of Splatsville’s lights smothered out the stars that Thresher had heard should be lighting up the sky instead. He squinted up at the faint remaining stragglers blinking weakly in the vanishing patches of darkness for a few moments, then gave up and slunk through the tent’s heavy tarp. 

Inside, Thresher thought he caught Jin turning conspicuously onto his side. No doubt he had been sitting awake waiting for him to return. 

He doesn’t have to do that, he sighed. Thresher wasn’t a little kid anymore. 

But he gently passed over the rest of his family again (even Reef, who ran the warmest) and draped himself over Jin, settling against the dull heat of his body. He idly counted the spots on Jin’s speckled hide - there were more stars on his back than in the night sky outside - until his eyelids began to drop. 

In the morning when they all wake, Buddy would be chirping for everyone’s full attention, and it would be Thresher’s turn to be the older podmate. But for now, in the long winter night, Thresher was warm against a sea of stars, and he was Jin’s little calf. 

-------

“— so today, my son’s taking our newest Lampris™ heatwear system for a spin himself!”

“Right, it’ll be interesting to find out how much longer I – or any other cold-blooded folks – would be able to stay out here with the new gear.”

“Maybe we’ll be able to share this experience with more people afterwards, but finally getting to take my boy out on the ice proper – now that’s what matters!”

“Alright folks, see you around, and good fishing!” Fathom cut the video recording and set out to upload it to his Twitter. If he had noticed how quickly his son Rill had pulled his protective mask and goggles back on, he showed no signs of it. Rill did notice their butler leaning in to say something to Fathom, which he seemed to cheerfully brush off; the butler returned to their vehicle with obvious hesitation, where he stood hovering by the driver door with the keys visible in his hand. Well, at least someone was watching out for Rill.

Already, Rill regretted taking his mask off for any amount of time. The electric heating system in his stupid coat provided barely any relief against the freezing air he just took into his lungs. He probably shortened his time out here by quite a bit by chilling his core from the inside out. If they weren’t out here to fish, he could probably raise his temperature with some heavier exercise. He just hoped he’d be able to stay out long enough to satisfy Fathom. Rill narrowed his eyes at his “father”’s unmasked, un-goggled head; the sheer difference in their respective cold weather equipment pissed him off. Fathom’s breath turned to steam with every exhale, and Rill wanted to tear into the fish’s hot innards and steal his undeserved warmth.

Since Rill’s time was more limited, his father had him drop his lure first. Fathom immediately began coaching him on effective jigging techniques, but already Rill was having trouble listening. How long had it been since they drove out onto the ice? The initial estimate for how long he could stay out here wearing the Lampris system, without heavy exercise, was an hour to an hour and a half - how much of it had they used during transportation and setup? 

The warmth from the battery operated heat packs were faint, struggling against the freezing temperatures outside. The battery life probably wasn’t long either, considering the cold. What even was the temperature outside right now? He couldn’t remember. 

Was he moving his lure? He tried to lift his rod slightly and let it drop again. Was he even using the right technique? 

Did his body store ink in large volumes while in rest? Or did it produce it as needed? 

At what temperature did ink freeze? 

Was he breathing? 

Yes. Okay. 

But it felt glacial, as he felt his body slowly slipping towards torpor. 

It was interesting, he noted dully, just how slowly one could continue to panic. 

“Rill, Rill you’ve got a bite!” Fathom’s shout sounded like it came from somewhere between 3 feet to 3 miles away. 

Oh, Rill thought distantly. I guess fish really are desperate on the ice. 

Suddenly he found his arms yanked backward, snapping the rod sharply upwards. Fathom was behind him. Right. Rill struggled to remember how to turn his hand to reel in his line. His boneless arms seemed more stiff than should be possible. He felt vibrations through his back from what was probably Fathom shouting something, but he didn’t hear what it was– 

And Fathom peeled away, reaching for the catch. Some kind of medium sized fish. Whatever. Fathom clapped him on the back and babbled excitedly, but Rill no longer registered its meaning. At this point it took all his focus just to take the fish from Fathom’s hands and hold it up for the photo he was sure to want. 

As Fathom handed off his phone to their butler and posed for a photo, Rill leaned in closer than he normally would, pressing himself into his father’s embrace – but no warmth made it through to him between each of their coats.

[bloatedandalone04]

One Missed Call

➪the one where bradley hasn’t won a match since you left him, and he finally decides to break his promise to himself.

Warnings: boxer bradley, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, descriptions of injuries, mentions of fighting, swearing, bradley is kind of a dick in this ngl, angst all the way, could have another part if i get inspired (just watched bleed for this and i need an outlet), probably the quickest piece i have ever written, so sorry if it sucks

Word Count: 2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“Six time champ, Bradley Bradshaw, faces his fifth loss since getting back into the ring,”

That single sentence played on repeat in Bradley’s head as he sat on the couch of his living room. 

His best friend rushed around him as she tried her best to patch up the mess his opponent made of his face an hour or so ago. Her hands held multiple blood stained towels and her face was twisted up in concern, but he didn’t pay her any attention as he watched himself get the shit beaten out of him on the TV screen. 

“You shouldn’t be watching that right now,” she muttered as she wiped away a fresh stream of blood rather roughly. He winced, his mind instantly comparing her harshness to the way you used to clean him up much more gently. And now he was thinking about you again, and how fucking disappointed he made you. “You might have a concussion, and the screen will fuck with your eyes.”

He grunted as she stuck a white bandaid on his left temple. “Enough, Nat,” he grunted, gently pushing her hands away from his face. “I’m fine.”

She glared at him as she stood to her full height. “You’re fine? Bradley, you haven’t been fine since Y/n left. You haven’t won a match in months. And you think you’re fine?” 

He narrowed his eyes at her, a scoff leaving his mouth afterwards. “Whatever, mom,”

Nat laughed humorlessly as she tossed the towels onto the coffee table in front of him. “Okay,” she muttered, grabbing her bag and bending down to press a harsh kiss to the bruise that formed on his cheek. “Let me know when you locate the guy who isn’t a grumpy prick. That’s the version of you we all miss. I’ll text you tomorrow, if I feel like it.” They both knew she would, whether she felt like it or not. 

And then she left and Bradley was refraining from throwing the remote directly at the TV screen. His face ached beyond belief, and he knew the trash talking he did in between punches did not help his case as that guy really did a number on him. 

In a way, he felt like he deserved to feel more pain than he did right now. He knew this was nothing compared to the amount of pain he put you through, and he wanted himself to hurt just as bad.

He watched himself take the final punch of the night that had him down on the mat within seconds, and how Hansen Carpenter lifted his hand in victory and grinned as if he won the lottery. 

Congrats, man. You beat Bradley Bradshaw. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last, so take a fucking chill pill. 

Bradley scoffed again and turned the TV off, tossing the remote aside and leaning back against the couch. As he sat in the quiet house, his mind betrayed him as he began to think about you again. 

How he had managed to fuck up the best thing in his life, he’d never know. 

You really were the only thing he had going for him other than his career and title, and he let you go without a fight. It was his fucking job to fight, yet he couldn’t even do it for you. 

The house felt empty, even though you had only been living with him - officially - for about three months before he broke up with you. Despite being with you for nearly five years, you hadn’t decided to move in together until around half a year ago. 

You practically lived with him, anyway, but it was official for only a few months before he let himself get too caught up in his own head, which later resulted in him taking it out on you. 

Really, he was a coward. He never jumped at the countless opportunities he had with you, and instead put all his focus on boxing. 

Oh, there was a high chance he could win within the first five rounds? Sign him up.

Someone was betting half a million dollars on him? Tell him a time and place. 

You wanted to take the next step and put a downpayment on a house together? Maybe sometime within the next few years or so.

He really didn’t deserve you, and it was a wonder how you put up with him for half a decade. 

Bradley looked down at his phone that was on the couch beside him, and without thinking much of it, he grabbed it and held it between his sore fingers. He didn’t need to scroll far to find your number since he hadn’t changed you from his top contact yet, and he probably never would. 

When you walked out and left him in this exact room all those months ago, Bradley promised himself that he wouldn’t call you or try to win you back. If you couldn’t understand him and his career choice, then you clearly weren’t the right girl for him.

But he knew you were. You are the right girl for him, but he was too hung up on his own ego to actually try to get you back. And now he feared he was too late.

He was already feeling embarrassed, so why not go all the way? 

He clicked on the call button and brought his phone up to his ear, waiting what felt like a lifetime before he was forwarded to your inbox. 

Of course he got your voicemail. He wasn’t expecting you to actually answer him, so he wasn’t super disappointed that he was met with your sweet voice asking him to leave you a message. 

And, God, was your voice sweet. It was probably the sweetest sound he had ever heard in his entire life, and it matched well with your overall personality. You were far too kind for your own good, and had been way too understanding with him throughout your relationship. 

Though he really wanted to, he couldn’t blame you for leaving, especially since he practically forced you out the door. 

Bradley looked ahead at his beaten and bruised face through the screen of the TV, and he felt as pathetic and worn out as he looked. “Y/n,” he mumbled after he heard the obnoxious beep that indicated he should probably start talking before the call hung up itself. What did he have to lose? “I miss you, babygirl.”

He had no right to be calling you right now, nor did he have the right to be saying that he misses you when he’s the reason you’re gone. 

But he was selfish. He always had been when it came to you.

He wanted you to support him and didn’t care much for your concerns about his well being. He wanted you there and in his corner at every single match and wasn’t fazed by the way you cowered away every time he took a punch. He wanted you all to himself, but never gave you the time of day when he really needed to get his act together and progress his relationship with you. 

Bradley was selfish before you, while he was with you, and now after you. 

You were right. He will never change. 

“I fucked up tonight, again,” he muttered as he looked down at the blood stained towels in front of him. His mouth tasted like metal and he could smell the rustic scent of copper every time he inhaled, and he truly could not believe how much of a mess he is. “I really thought I could win this one, but you know how I talk out of my ass whenever I’m in that ring, and I did it tonight.”

He wasn’t sure what he was hoping to get out of this, but the thought of you maybe listening to it was what had him continuing this embarrassing show of emotions. 

“I told this Hansen guy that he fights like my old man, and how he’s dead, and then I got my ass handed to me,” he grunted, rubbing his sore nose and wincing at the sharp pain he felt because of it. “It was going fine before that. I went eight rounds straight with the guy before he fucking floored me, and all it took was me thinking about you.”

He felt like a complete loser for admitting this, but it also felt easier to be open with himself when it came to you. It had always been like that, and he was fucking stupid for thinking he could find someone better than you. 

Truly, there was no one else he wanted other than you, and he’s known that pretty much since the day he met you, so why couldn’t he swallow his pride and fight for you instead of with you was another thing he’d never know.

“One single thought about you and I got too into my own head to realize what was going on around me,” he shamelessly informed you of the hold you still had, and probably will always have, over him. “I think about you all the time, baby. All the fucking time. You should’ve been there tonight. You should’ve been there last time. You should be here right now. But I know why you’re not.”

His face burned from both the impacts of Hansen’s gloves and from the way he was getting caught up in the thought of you. 

Everything reminded him of you. Even this exact couch held far too many memories with you to count. The amount of nights he spent with you on these very cushions had him shifting uncomfortably as he tried to push away those thoughts.

He didn’t even deserve to be talking to you right now, let alone thinking about all the ways he’s gotten you off on this old and worn out piece of furniture. “I know it’s my own fucking fault, I know that, but it still fucking hurts,” he laughed and pressed his arm against his abs that were just as sore as his face. “The amount of fights I’ve been in, the amount of hits I’ve taken, none of them compare to how much it hurt to lose you. How much it still hurts.”

While he wasn’t one to cry at all, Bradley felt his eyes beginning to burn as he replayed the exact moment you left him, as well as the exact words he said to you. 

“I know what I told you, okay? I know what I said. I was wrong, babygirl,” he rasped, curling in on himself as he tried to find the right words to say. “I didn’t mean it. I should have never told you to leave. I should have never yelled at you. I feel so bad, baby, all the time.”

He moved to lay on his side, his cheek pressing against the armrest a bit uncomfortably, but he didn’t care. This was the first time he allowed himself to really get it all out since breaking up with you, and he hated how he couldn’t find the courage to actually say all of this to you in person. Not that you’d let him, anyway. 

“I want you back, Y/n,” he finally admitted to what he’s been too full of himself to say out loud. “I want you so bad. You were my girl, baby. You were so good to me, and I fucked it up. I miss you so much, and I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll be better for you, I swear, just please…come back to me.”

He ended the call after that and tossed his phone onto the table next to the towels he would definitely have to throw out since no amount of cold water and bleach could save them. 

Bradley felt beyond pathetic now, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that took over his body when he woke up the next morning, still on the couch, and with a single notification on his phone. 

One Missed Call from My Girl. 

[skydrain]

Kit

Back at it again y'all. Um, this one is literally so self indulgent. That's beside the point though. I'm not trying to make it fit into any movie or existing timeline and once again I'm just making stuff up bc I can. Anyway...

Paternal Logan x child!gn!reader

Summary: Young Y/N finds their way to the mansion after long travels. Once there, Charles quickly sends Logan to bond with them because they were derived from his DNA.

warnings: nothing to worry about if you watch X-men anyway.

Kit

Y/N wandered down a long path, utilizing their nose to lead them in the right direction. They knew they looked suspicious. I mean really, how many kids go around covered in blood? Not many, and if they do it's not long until they’re picked up and questioned. 

Y/N couldn't risk that though, they knew what would happen if humans saw the claws coming from their knuckles. That's why they needed to follow this scent. Y/N had been trekking the woods after escaping their parents basement for days now. No real direction or plan. Just thankful they were away from that personal hell... and that their mutation let them eat raw meat. Too many squirrels were eaten in the past few days.

It was day 16 that the wind brought along the scent of fellow mutants. Y/N was all too knowing of exactly what a mutant smelled like. I mean, you spend enough time locked up with nothing but your own senses and you pick apart what you can, in this case, your own scent. 

All the better at the end of the day though. Nothing could be worse than what they came from. Y/N just hoped they wouldn’t judge them too greatly for killing their torturer. 

A mass amount of mutants like the one Y/N could smell would either be helpful or harmful. They were confident they could hold their own enough to escape again if things took a turn for the worse, but they were banking on this group being helpful. As Y/N neared, they could begin to hear the sounds of laughter, definitely a good sign. 

Finally around the bend, Y/N was surprised to be greeted with a voice in their head. 

“Hello, young one. My name is Charles Xavier, what brings you here?”

Y/N was freaked out to say the least. Their body kicked back into flight or fight mode and they swore they could feel their muscles tighten to their adamantium bones. They didn’t know how to answer the question. Shouldn't it be obvious they wanted to be with those like them? Plus, who was this Charles to think he could crawl into people's heads without permission?

“You raise a good point, I apologize. You seem to be in a pretty rough shape. Please, let us assist you,” Came the kind voice in their head once again.

Unwillingly, Y/N began to find comfort in that voice. As they stared at the looming building, Y/N could only think of how unkind their father was. 

They doubted that this ‘Charles’ would infuse a woman's growing fetus with the last remains of the weapon x’s experiment’s DNA. Much less to then keep that child locked in his basement after it killed his wife by birth, though, staring at the mansion Y/N could admit its basement probably wasn’t as bad as the one they were in. 

“Oh you poor thing,” Y/N was once again interrupted in their own head, "we are just the place for you. I promise. You’ll never have to suffer like that again.”

Y/N looked back up at the mansion when they heard the great doors open. Out came a gruff looking man. Y/N was set on edge again as the man began making his way towards them at a quick pace. 

Scrambling backwards, Y/N ended up tripping and attempted to use their hands to catch themselves. This only resulted in them stabbing themselves in the thighs upon their landing. The scent of their own fresh blood flooding their nose is what sent Y/N into a true frenzy. 

Tears began to pour and growls rumbled in their throat as they once again were shocked with the voice of Charles in their head, “Do not fret Y/N, this is Logan. I believe you’ll find him to be most helpful at the moment.”

Remembering the gruff man once again, Y/N jerked their head up to find that the man had stopped a few paces from their position on the ground and was staring intently at the claws embedded in their thighs. 

“Hey bub, Charles” the man - Logan, they remembered - began hesitantly, looking up to see if Y/N was listening, “sent me to bring you in. He’s under the assumption you're some sort of backasswards offspring of mine.” Logan cocked an eyebrow at Y/N as he released his own claws from his knuckles, only to pull them back in after Y/N’s eyes flashed with recognition. 

They were shocked to hear gentle rumbles coming from the man. It was soothing. Y/N found themself starting to hiccup instead of sob, and their own growls lessened into small mewls. 

“Oh kit,” Logan started advancing again. Once near enough, he kneeled down and sat back on his heels, “let’s get those out of your legs and then we'll work on cleaning you up, okay?”

As the man began reaching towards them, Y/N flinched away and wrenched their claws out of their thighs to hold defensively before them. 

“Don’t hurt me, please! I’m sorry for coming. I didn’t mean to kill them I promise! I just wanted it to stop, please don’t hurt me,” Y/N desperately cried, eyes looking to their quickly healing thighs, hoping with everything in them that this man wouldn’t impale them with his own metal claws. 

“Kit, I’m not goin’ to hurt ya, and I’m certainly not gonna be the one to tell you off for doing whatever ya could to get out of what looks to be a tough situation. Lemme get you inside, allright. Inta a nice warm bath and some better clothes than these rags. How’s that sound?” The man spoke very gently, still with that kind rumble in his chest. 

Y/N looked up at him again when he gently grabbed their wrists to lower their claws. Y/N watched as he began to gently rub the pads of his thumbs over the inside of their wrists. Y/N was confused at first, until they watched as their claws retreated back into their forearms when Logan hit a particular muscle. They tried their best to not let the pain of the movement show, but they were sure Logan heard their small hiss and the smell of distress spike.

Making eye contact again, Logan reached out to grab Y/N under their arms. Overwhelmed with all that's happened over the last few weeks and especially the last fifteen minutes, Y/N’s body decided it was the best course of action to shift into their wolverine form… to the shock of Logan, Charles (who was viewing from Logans head), and the students out on the lawn who had been watching the interaction from a distance.

Logan could hear the students begin to murmur about the kit having a true animal form, and he even heard one brave kid question if Logan could do the same (he couldn't), but his main focus right now was making sure Y/N was taken care of. 

Carefully cradling the small wolverine to his chest, Logan made sure to keep up his gentle purrs as he made his way into the mansion. He was amazed by how quick a pack-like bond was forming between him and this kit. 

Stood in the foyer, Logan contemplated heading straight to Hank, but ultimately decided a bath would be of better use, especially when he knew any injuries have already healed.

With that in mind, he made his way up to his room. Nodding to the kids he passed in the hall, Logan made sure to keep Y/N out of their view and to glare at anyone close enough to hear his purrs.

Entering his room, Logan gently closed his door and then made his way into his bathroom. He gently set the small wolverine on his counter and began to fill his sink with warm water, all the while pressing a soothing hand over Y/N’s back.

“Don’t worry, we can do a bath just like this if you’d prefer,” Logan told Y/N when he noticed their beady eyes looking up at him. Instantly the kit relaxed under his hands and laid still while watching Logan gather a towel and his 2-in-1 from the shower. 

Once the sink was filled with sufficiently warm water, Logan picked up the kit and let them soak, gently petting the fur on the top of their head before cupping some water and wetting their head, being sure to wipe any from their eyes. 

Squeezing some shampoo into his palm, Logan made sure to scrub everywhere as efficiently as possible. It quickly became apparent that a second fill of water and scrub would be necessary. 

Midway through the sink filling for the second time, Logan heard Jean's voice in his head, “Is it alright if I come in? I promise I only have a spare change of clothes for the child and I’ll just set them on your bed, okay?”

Sending back an affirmative to her presence in his head, Logan made sure to keep a calming hold on the kit when they heard his door open with Jean’s scent rolling under the bathroom door and then close again as she left. 

“It’s all good, Y/N. Let’s get you finished here and into those clothes,” Logan said as he picked up the shampoo once again. 

After the water was running clean off the wolverines fur, Logan picked them up once again and wrapped them in a towel. 

“I’ll go grab you clothes and leave you to change,” Logan set Y/N on the ground once dry and went to grab the clothes Jean left. Going back into the bathroom with them, Logan made sure to warn, “these are just the school merch, so they smell a little starchy and dusty. Don’t worry, we’ll get you some new clothes soon enough.” With that, Logan left the room to give his kit some privacy. 

Y/N had no idea why this man was being so kind. Obviously he was like them, but they still didn’t expect this much care. Y/N can’t remember ever having hot water at their disposal, but Logan made it seem like they’d be getting that and so much more if they stayed here. Feeling calm enough to change back into their human form, Y/N quickly shed their old dirty clothes. Dressing into the sweats was easy enough, though they weren't sure how to keep them on, the pants kept slipping past their waist. 

Holding them up, Y/N stepped out of the bathroom and found Logan sitting on what they presumed to be his bed waiting for them. 

“Oh kit, c’mere,” Logan said as he realized they probably hadn’t had the comfort of sweatpants before. 

Slowly walking toward the man, Y/N was shocked when he gently tugged the string around their waist. At first Y/N thought he was going to tie them up somehow, but quickly realized he was just making a normal bow and their pants now fit. Y/N stared with wide eyes at Logan who only smiled in return. 

“C’mon, you can do with a nap, you look like yer about to drop,” Logan said as he stood from the bed. He pulled back the covers and began to make that rumbling noise Y/N liked so much again. 

Watching the man to make sure he wasn’t going to change his mind, Y/N crawled up into the bed and let themself be tucked in. It was then that they realized they had their own nice rumbly noise coming from their chest too. 

Y/N watched with hazy eyes as Logan made his way to a chair in the corner of the room. The final thing they saw before succumbing to sleep was him opening to marked page in a book. 

Logan couldn’t hold back his smile no matter how hard he tried to. The kit was too adorable when swamped in the logo-ed hoodie and sweatpants and absolutely swimming in his massive bed. Hopefully after a good sleep Y/N would be okay to see Hank and the Professor, but for right now, Logan was gonna let them sleep as long as they needed to. 

[greyskyflowers]

I want a really specific Luffy/Sanji/Zoro fic where it's focused on how Zoro is probably not able to be numbed or knocked out.

I want to do a post at some point about how Nami, Usopp and Zoro are the humans of the crew. The ones without devilfruits, no genetic stuff, and completely human.

You can absolutely argue that Zoro has whatever the fuck is going on with the demon stuff but until that's clearly discussed I'm going with the human thing.

Back to Luffy/Sanji/Zoro.

I'm really sold on the idea that Zoro burns through numbing and pain medications like it's nothing.

He can be knocked out or made completely numb but it requires a unreal amount of medication, enough that the amount is usually unavailable or risks overdosing him and making him very sick.

So, how many times has Chopper had to dig out shrapnel and bullets while Zoro was completely aware and felt everything?

Or stitched him up while Zoro held the skin together for him?

How many times has Chopper had to rebreak bones that had healed wrong if they were separated for a period of time and Zoro didn't set it right?

How about cauterizing wounds?

Concussions?

Blood loss?

What it he needed surgery because of a wound, and Chopper had to cut into him without being able to numb him at all?

Oooooof

I fully believe Chopper has had to do some of those. However, when Zoro is too out of it, or it hurts to much to not jerk away or fight back... I think Luffy and Sanji would have to hold him down. The only two with enough strength to get him still enough that Chopper can do what needs to be done without worry.

Robin could be added to that, I think. I like to think Zoro and her have a strong friendship and she's seen enough shit to know sometimes things have to be done even though it sucks.

What sounds does someone make in a situation like that? How much can the human body take?

If he was out of it enough, would he plead with Luffy to let him up? He would absolutely call for Luffy when everything hurts and I'll die on that hill.

It would be a blessing if he passed out but how long would he be passed out? Just long enough for everyone to breathe before he was awake again and struggling?

Is it worse when he's quiet? Awake but so exhausted he can't even try to jerk away?

The rest of the crew hearing everything but knowing better than to go try to help.

Having to act like they can't all hear anything and desperately hoping that Zoro passes out soon.

And Zoro is Zoro. No one really talks about it. They're all aware, of course, but Zoro never brings it up or complains.

He's actually really good at holding still, clenching his jaw and curling his lip back in a pained snarl. Every muscle in his body tense and his back in a rigid arch.

This isn't new to him. He's always burned through this stuff quick but it's definitely gotten worse as he's gotten older and stronger.

Luffy and Sanji only have to hold him down for the really bad ones. It's more of a precaution, a comfort of all of them.

They're the only ones to hold him because even blind with pain, Zoro knows them.

Even when his world narrows down to hurthurthurt, he won't fight them the way he would someone else. He trusts them to be strong enough that he can be a little weak if needed. Only a little.

Luffy being cautious and untrusting of anyone other than crew while Zoro recovers and gets his feet back under him.

Possessive and protective in the way all captains are. A extra edge to it because it's Zoro and Zoro is his in a way no one else quite is.

Sanji hovering, always something in his hands because his way of caring is food. The pain usually takes away Zoro's appetite but it's the best way Sanji knows to heal.

Luffy curled around Zoro when he naps on deck or when they go to sleep at night, trying to make sure nothing hurts and reassure them both that Zoro's okay.

Both of them running a critical eyes over Zoro because infection is a whole beast of its own. They want to make sure that if there's even a hint of one, they catch it as soon as possible.

Touching Zoro constantly because if they feel tense muscles they know he's hurting and if he's running a fever they can work on cooling it down.

🌊

The strawhat crew holds a grudge against a few people. Most of them obvious but always at the top is Garp, Blackbeard, Judge, and Mihawk.

Because they don't know exactly what went on while they were all separated for 2 years but they hold Mihawk accountable for Zoro's eye, even if he wasn't the one behind that particular scar.

They know Zoro felt all of it and they weren't there with him. And anyone who is responsible for that kind of pain to one of the crew goes right on the shit list.

[weaselle]

dog communication stuff

In these pics my dog is stressed from being too hot but if a person didn't know better it would be easy to think he was smiling or happy

it was summer, we were living in a tent, we woke up from a nap to the tent being way to hot and as soon as i threw some pants on and snapped these two pics, i took him out to some shade and wet his belly. I sent the pics to my dog’s other owner, who also works with dogs and was not fooled at all -- she immediately sent back her reply of “too hot boi”

once you know to look for it the face he is making is clearly distressed

dogs, like humans, will squint their eyes in both pleasure and discomfort, and you can see here he is doing the kind of eye squint we might do with, like, this type of smile 😬 you know, the kind of eye squint you do while sucking in air through your closed bared teeth

His open relaxed mouth is very similar to a happy smile face dogs also make but in the top pictures it is much more of a stress pant. Here, i’ll put a pic of an actual smile face to compare

Now in this one, he is also tired from our winter beach romp, so there’s going to be a little overlap. There are parts of this smile that read as a little tired/hot (tired and hot go hand in hand with dogs, who do not have a body with many good adaptations for cooling down) or possibly stressed from stimulation (not all stress is terrible, and sometimes can be from positive experiences, like a kid being overwhelmed on christmas morning, and this was on a beach adventure day for Badger).

So for example he is giving hot or tired tongue, but not as much as he could be. And the corners of his mouth are up a little too much which makes that puckered lip effect around the corner of his mouth, that parenthesis of fur and muscle between the black of his actual lip and what looks like a dimple. When his mouth corners are smiling enough to be doing that, there is an amount of stress, again, not as much as it could be. This like seeing a kid who has been running around disneyland. Yeah, that kid is sweaty and has a bit of a look in his eye and probably needs a nap in about an hour, but he's fine.

if you’re having trouble telling the difference try imagining him about to cry in the tent pics and then in the above photo. Right? Also the eye squint is a softer squint from the corner and not tense from the bottom as much which gives his eye squint in the last pic a more mellow happy look (tho again, a little tension under the eyes if you're looking for it, as well as a little prick of the eye brow)

here is a clearer difference after he’s caught his breath and relaxed a bit on the same bench

The two pictures are just minutes apart, but in the first one we have just arrived at the bench after all kinds of beach excitement, and in the second one we've been sitting quietly on the bench for ten minutes or so and he isn't as close to overwhelmed, more relaxed while still being very happy and engaged with his surroundings. You still see the happy parts of his smiley face, but the corners of his mouth are more relaxed, his eyes are softer, his tongue is not as enlarged.

When a dog gets hot (or flushes like you might from embarrassment or other stress) the capillaries in their tongues increase in diameter by quite a bit. This means there is a lot more blood in their tongue, and it swells up until it is literally too large to fit comfortably in their mouth, forcing them to pant. So their tongue will look a little different sticking out depending on if that is happening. In the first pic of Badger on the bench, his tongue is thicker and broader. In the second pic on the bench, his tongue is sticking out about the same, but it is thinner and nearly fits between his bottom canine teeth. Not sticking out at all or maybe just a tiny bit in a mlem sort of way would be even more relaxed and low stress.

and now, here is a big happy very clearly not stressed smiley face!

i hope these pics are helpful or informative to anyone on here hoping to improve their dog communication!

[frogtemple]

☆ when she returned pt. 2 ☆

summary: sam & dean haven't seen their younger sister in 6 months, they try to keep her safe from a distance, but she gets taken by demons.

word count: 2.6k

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As soon as you saw black eyes, you knew you were screwed. The first thought that came to your mind was your brothers, hoping they would notice soon enough and come find you, but how? You had nothing tracking your current location, and you had no idea where the hell you were.

"Okay, well, I don't know what you want, but whatever it is, I probably can't help." You responded to the demon, attempting a reasonable approach.

"No problem at all. You've already done half your part! As easy as it was to find you, it'll be just as easy to find Sam and Dean. You'll bring them right to me... After all, I know how much they just hate to see their little munchkin in trouble." The demon teased.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to let it get to you. "See... I don't think you'll be able to keep that tough act up for long." He sneered, coming closer to you and started walking circles.

"Cause someone still has to play the other half of their part..."

"Other half?" You questioned.

"What. You think we're just gonna take you and that's it? Course, we have to wait for the other two Winchester's to show up, so.... why not have ourselves a little bit of entertainment." The demon smiled, looking you up and down. The other two demons that were guarding the door started coming closer to you, one of them shut the door. Your stomach dropped, the look in their eyes towards you made you feel sick.

You backed away further until you hit a wall. Your breathing picked up as you watched one of them reach into their pocket, unveiling a knife and switching it open. They all lunged at you before you could make a move.

You kicked, screamed, thrashed around trying to break free but couldn't with the death grip they had on you. You tried to fight, doing everything you could, but eventually grew tired with the amount of force that was on top of you.

The first wave of pain you felt was a blade being pushed through your palm, coming out the other side and pinning your hand to the wall. They stopped, shoving you to the ground. You inched away into one corner of the room, cradling the shreds of injury all over your hand.

You shrugged your jacket off to use as a tourniquet for your hand. "Unh uh, no, we won't be having any of that." The demon snarled as he yanked the jacket away, tearing it apart before tossing it across the room in a fit of rage. "And one more just to be safe." He approached, using the same bloodied knife to tear your shirt off your torso. "We won't have you becoming resourceful now, will we?" He smiled down at you. You looked up through blurred vision, starting to feel the effects of the blood loss.

"But, tragically we do have to stop that bleeding. Can't have our new toy crapping out after just one use!" He announced. One of the other demons came back in the room holding a bright orange, glowing piece of steel. You inched away, knowing that piece of rebar was searing hot, at least a thousand degrees. The demon in front of you grabbed your wrist, halting your movement. And with that, let the rebar be brought down upon your hand, cauterizing the wound with an exaggerated burn.

"Now if you think it'll just be your hand, and that's it? Well, you're truly going to be in for it. Just you wait and see." He taunted as you lost consciousness, falling to the floor.

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Sam turned the keys to your car to shut it off, closing the driver door and running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Where... where are we even gonna find her, Dean? She could be anywhere."

Dean started pacing again, this time around the impala. He wanted to get in and drive right to you. "I dunno, Sammy. Not a good feeling. Not..." He couldn't finish, feeling sick to his stomach with rage and panic.

"You saw... Sammy, you saw how violent and blood thirsty those demons were. For all we know, y/n could already be dead by now."

"I know..." Sam paused, letting Dean's words sink in.

"But, I dunno. It doesn't seem like them to just kill y/n. Sure, they'll kill randomly all the time, kill what's in their way if there's no purpose behind it." Sam thought out loud.

"Okayyy! And your point PLEASE!" Dean growled, growing impatient.

"My guess, is they're gonna keep her somewhere until we show up. That's what they want, right? She's most likely okay, you know how they like to wait these things out." Sam explained.

Dean's features softened just a tad bit, trying to find hope in this situation. "Right, but like you said... she could be anywhere."

Sam looked around the cornfields that surrounded them, glancing ahead at all of the open land and spread apart farmhouses. "Abandoned houses!" Sam shouted, rushing towards the car. He had Dean get in and started listing off roads where he's seen abandoned farms. Noting how its such easy seclusion. Dean turned around and sped off towards the first one Sam directed him towards.

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When you woke up, you were still in the basement. Although there were no windows, there had to be light leaking in somewhere. The lighting had changed significantly and it grew colder, you knew it had to be nightfall. You started to shiver, looking down at your exposed form, wanting to cover up. You glanced around the floor at your torn clothes, planning to go grab a salvaged piece of fabric to wrap around your hand. When you sat up, your arms were stopped, stuck somehow. You turned to look and saw that your motions were now halted by metal cuffs around your wrists.

As you were analyzing the space, you heard the footsteps coming back and lowered yourself to the ground in a panic. The same demon that greeted you before opened the door, with only one of his friends with him this time.

The demon looked down at you, laughing to himself. "I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now." He let out a joyful groan. "We should've done this sooner! Can I just say, you are making some great leverage right now."

He lowered himself down to your level, slowly revealing a blade in his hand. You avoided eye contact, not wanting to look at pure evil any longer. You were exhausted and just wanted to be left alone, but you knew that wasn't going to happen. "Awh, getting a little bit shy, are we? Let's just see how much you can really take." He taunted before slicing open the skin on your arm. You only winced, shutting your eyes and inhaling sharply.

"Oh, y/n, y/n, y/n... you can let the tough guard down, it won't do you much anyways. But... soon here, I'll be getting everything I want out of you Winchester's blood and screams. So, let's hear it."

They cut, bruised, kicked at you. Earning screams and obscenities from your mouth until you couldn't hold your head up anymore. Slumped over with only the support beam to lean against, you turned to the side and spit out blood. You glanced up at the demon who had a smirk draped across his face. He kept on talking but it sounded muffled, you tried to keep your eyes open but it proved to be impossible in that moment. The demon spat at you before pocketing his blade and leaving the room once again, leaving you unconscious.

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"If this isn't the one, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind." Dean said as he and Sam pulled up to the third abandoned farmhouse, within a 10 mile span of where your car was found. The last two houses obviously fell short, no sign of you or demons. Both men climbed out of the impala, checking their weapons before approaching the farmhouse. It had been over 24 hours since you went missing and was approaching nightfall again. Sam and Dean both swept the entire house and barn out back. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose after looking through the last room and not finding anything. Dean caught up to him and stopped when he saw the look on Sam's face. "Anything?" He raised his eyebrows. Sam shook his head 'no'. Dean's head dropped in anguish as he stormed out of the house.

Sam quickly followed after Dean, trying to keep any ounce of peace that they had, trying to hold onto hope that they'd find you. The air was starting to feel tense with anger, and then their eyes both fell on it at the same time. A storm shelter on the side of the house. The brothers exchanged looks before rushing over and breaking the padlock that was kept around the door. They flung the doors aside and stared down the staircase before going in, one after the other.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, both men jumped. The doors to the storm shelter slamming shut behind them had them startled. That wasn't a good sign, that meant the demons knew they were there. Sam and Dean couldn't give in just yet. They continued down the open hallway, noting the number of doors leading to closed off rooms. "She's gotta be behind one of these doors." Sam whispered. Unfortunately, his out loud thought caught the demons attention right away.

"Well, you're right on the money with that, Sam." A demon popped up right in front of them. "Hello, Dean.... Sam. We've been waiting for you both." A smile grew upon his lips. He flung the weapons out of their hands. "Now the fun can finally begin!"

The demons captured Sam and Dean, throwing them into a room and restraining them with handcuffs. "See, I would separate you two, but knowing your sneaky style, it's best I keep an eye on both of you at once." He spoke up, once both men were unable to lunge at them.

"Where's y/n." Sam asked, rather demanded.

The 3 demons looked at each other in unison with devious expressions. "What have you done with her!" Dean shouted.

He laughed, "Oh, what have we not done with her. I'll let your imagination run wild with that note, but we did work on trying to break down that tough, rigid wall you two have drilled into her."

"I swear, you lay another fugly finger on her and I'll-"

"Too late!" He cut off Dean, letting out a low laugh. Sam looked away, trying to blink way angry tears. Dean stood tense, facing the demon, not afraid to lock eyes with it.

"Ahhh, so that's enough. Now let's start with you, shall we? I'd like to make this nice and slow. Maybe you'll think about all the pain you caused us, while I cause you the same pain." He turned to Dean, grabbing a hold of his arm and plunging a short blade into his bicep, dragging it down. Dean grimaced at the sting. More wounds were inflicted onto Dean before turning to Sam, going about the same methods of torture.

"Go check on the girl. I'll finish up our work here." He spoke to the other two demons guarding the door. In the midst of trying to think of a plan, both of them had almost felt screwed. Dean's eye then caught a loose link on his cuffs. He waited until the demon was focused on Sam before working to get it unlinked. As soon as Dean's arms were free, he turned to the pile of old bricks in the corner. Picking up two, one was thrown at the demons head, the other he brought smashing down on the links to Sam's cuffs. "Look out, Sam!"

Both men were now free, struggling to keep the demon down and distracted, not wanting to give it a chance to use his abilities. After wrestling with the demon for a while, it started to expel black smoke from it's vessel, escaping through the cracks.

"Damn it!" Dean shouted.

"No time, let's go." Sam helped him up.

After prying the door open, they found and collected their weapons from the ground. The other two demons must have heard the commotion and emerged from one of the rooms. It was a rough back and forth fight, but the Winchester boys finally put the two demons down. Although, one had escaped- to their disappointment they knew they'd have to deal with it later. Once they knew the coast was clear, Dean rushed to the door they saw the demons come out of Sam fished for the handcuff key in their pockets to get his cuffs off.

You had woke up to a bunch of slamming and banging sounds. Exhausted and a little out of it, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder. You wanted to think it was Sam and Dean, hoping they had finally found you, but didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing. The noise stopped, you started to shiver, the cement floors of the basement felt unmistakably colder than before. That's when you noticed your jeans were missing, leaving your skin more exposed to the nipping cold air. 'when did that happen?' you thought, feeling the environment becoming more intolerable as the minutes dragged on. The demon's two sidekicks came in to check and see if you were still alive, but did nothing but laugh and taunt.

"Looking real tough their 'Winchester'"

"Yeah, why don't you give us a show, huh?"

"Hmm, got anything else to say? No? .... Yep, that's what I thought." He spat.

It went on for a while until you heard commotion again. The two demons exchanged a look and departed. You deflated, relieved to be left alone again until there was banging at the door. You stayed still, not knowing what was trying to get in. The door eventually gave, sending Sam toppling through the door.

Sam and Dean's eyes fell on their sister after breaking down the door. "Y/n! y/n! Oh my god." Sam breathed out, rushing over to you. Dean was about to as well until he took in your appearance. Seeing the lack of clothing, cuts and bruises all over you. Clothes scattered and blood spattered all over the place. A newfound energy and adrenaline spiked in you once you saw your brothers.

"Sammy!" You cried out. "Get t-these fucking things off me!" You held up your wrists, motioning to the cuffs. "Please, get em' off now!" You pleaded, not wanting to spend another second in that position. Sam fidgeted with shaky hands as he hurried with the key to the cuffs, releasing you into his arms. "It's okay, it's okay. I got you now, shhh." Sam whispered as he lifted you up. He could feel your whole body tense as you hyperventilated.

Sam took off his jacket rather quickly, wrapping it around your shivering form. You gratefully accepted, holding it tight and nuzzling into it.

Sam glanced over at his brother who looked around in shock. Dean was at a loss for words, not wanting to imagine what had happened to you in here, and swearing to end the demon who did it. Dean finally snapped out of it and guided everyone out. Sam carefully placed you down on the back seat of the impala.

He gently closed the door, the brothers settled in the front seat.

"How far is the hospital?" Dean broke the silence, starting up baby.

"No! Please no, just take me home. I wanna go home." You whined breathlessly from the backseat.

"Yeah, Dean. Besides, we're not safe yet." Sam did his best to keep his voice low, hinting that the last demon is still out there. "We can't take you home yet kiddo, the bunker is the safest bet right now." Sam told you apologetically.

"That's what I said, just take me home... to the bunker." Your voice broke. Having to move around your whole life, the one place you've stayed the longest was the bunker. If anywhere was home to you, it was there. Sam and Dean gave each other sympathetic looks before heading in the direction of the bunker.

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[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Kayn NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he is up and on the move the second you two are done, he’ll tease you if you complain

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): considering he thinks his body as the ultimate weapon i find it hard to think he would have any particular preference on himself, its the strength he has ,that he likes, the strength to lift you up or bend you to any position he desires. on his partner i can see him as liking some sort of muscle definition , the proof of strength and commitment ,wether thats on your arms, or thighs or abs, he wants to see the flex of the muscle beneath as he is pounding into you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is kind of a dick when it comes to well, his cum, he will pull out his cock while you give him head purely to get it on your face, enjoying marking you up and then bending down to kiss you despite the mess.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): i think Kayn is a bit of a masochist, would get excited when you pull out a knife on him ,pushing forward for you to dig the blade into his skin, challenging you to hurt him as he captures your lips and helps you drag the blade slowly down his skin until he is panting and groaning against your mouth.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): has his fair share of conquests, but none of them matter when it comes to being with someone new, it helps his confidence, but half the fun for him is figuring out what makes the other person crack ,their weak spots etc

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he wants you folded up, your body tense, as he presses your knees to your chest and puts his weigh on you for example.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he can be playful, the kind of playful where you two are playfighting for example but would much prefer hear you moan during sex rather than laugh.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he probably doesn't care much for shaving anything, he isn't that hairy and sees no point in it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): not very romantic, he is definitely smooth and awfully cocky with his words, calling you names and giving you the exact amount of attention and teasing to make you want him, but he isn't exactly romantic.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i think he wouldn't find much pleasure into jacking off, would prefer much more having a body beneath or above him rather than pitifully have to deal with his needs himself. //i don’t think Rhaast would be very pleased on this either

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): sadomasochism, dirty talking, knife play, blood play, choking etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he is not particularly picky with where he is willing to have you, he only needs the cover of shadows, he is always ready to pull you into a corner and you better be quiet.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): challenging him in any way, it’s the excitement of having to conquer you all over again, he wants someone with fire to truly enjoy himself.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): can't see him as being unwilling to at least try some things, with the right person it all works for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he has an awfully skilled tongue for someone that wants you to earn him going down on you. obviously prefers when you are between his legs , his hand fisted through your hair promising to return the favour in earnest if you let him finish down your throat.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): fast and rough he wants your legs wobbling when he is done with you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): most of your encounters are quickies, he'll come seek you out throughout the day or right before you are about to fall asleep.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): very into risk taking and needs someone that can match him in this aspect.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): //Rhaast takes over when he gets tired

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he is very selfish in this aspect, wants you to think of him and only him and to use him and only him. doesn’t he fuck you properly or are you just that horny that you can’t get sated by just him, how naughty.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): absolutely ,he wants to have you frustrated, he wants this power trip of having you beg for him or cussing him out because he is making you feel like this.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): for someone who works so much in the shadows, he sure is loud, his moans are also very whiney ,his voice cracking the closer to finishing he gets.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): he is a total bratty switch with the right person, sometimes he just needs someone to take control from him and make him forget the darkin and all the bloodshed. //spreading my propaganda one league of legends man at a time

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): his cock is very pretty, a nice and pleasing average ,a bit on the longer side.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): when he has a goal in mind ,he will achieve it no matter what, the same goes for his needs, if he wants you, he will come get you, usually after a successful battle when his blood still runs hot.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): I can't really see him as someone that stays the night, the night is where he is the most active so he'll give you a passionate kiss to make sure you are thinking of him all day and leave with the promise of being back and to not miss him too much.

[delacyrose224]

Part of Your World

Pairing: merman!Changbin x reader

Genre: Fluff, small amounts of angst

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: Mildly suggestive, brief mentions of blood/pain

Author's Note: Song of the day is Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid! Here it is @bluejutdae, the merman Binnie fic that no one asked for...but in all seriousness, this was so fun to write and I have a soft spot in my heart for this Binnie.

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The waves lap against the shoreline, the dull roar of the ocean echoing off the rocks. You breathe deeply and let out a giant sigh. This. This was what you needed…time alone, time off, time out. A break to reset your mind, rethink your goals, and time to figure out where to go next. 

Stress had been eating away at you for entirely too long. You weren’t quite happy with your job, but you didn’t know what you wanted to do instead. You had made friends but not any that felt truly significant in your life. Your parents had graciously lent you their beach house, the one you had spent every summer growing up going to. Even in the two days since you had arrived, you had already felt more clear headed. Each day was the same-wake up without an alarm, make a cup of coffee, read on the porch, walk along the beach, make lunch, read some more (on the beach) and then relax on the couch until dinnertime. 

You had arrived at the ‘read on the beach’ portion of your day yet again, which maybe was your favorite. You had picked a lighthearted romance to accompany you today, which felt only appropriate for your surroundings. The beach was quiet this afternoon…probably because you had come in the off season, the weather not quite warm enough for bathing suits yet. Nevertheless, you were excited to start your new book and enjoy the sounds of the ocean in the background. After a few chapters, you find yourself nodding off in your chair due to just how relaxed you are.

You wake to the sound of the surf crashing against an outcropping of rocks not too far away from you. The book you’re reading falls to the sand as you stand up, squinting down at your watch to see what time it is. 7:43 already?! Sure enough, on the horizon you can see the sun starting to dip beyond where the skyline meets the water. As you’re looking out, you suddenly see a flash of something that almost looks metallic glinting in the waning sunlight, just beyond the outcropping of rocks. You move forward until you’re on the edge of the shoreline. Maybe you made it up…what would be reflecting sunlight like that at this time of day? Right before you give up and head back to your house, you see it again. Something reflecting the sun, brighter than the top of the water.

This time, you start to walk out towards the object. Maybe someone lost something valuable and you could retrieve it and help them out. Before long, you’re up to your waist in the water, your shorts waterlogged. Undeterred, you go further, and before long, you’re treading water near the outcropping of rocks, looking for whatever this mysterious object is…but you see nothing. You swim around to the other side of the rocks…still nothing. By this time, the sun has crept most of the way beyond the horizon and you’re starting to shiver. You had worn a sweatshirt to keep warm from the occasional breeze, and it’s become heavy with water and is starting to irritate your skin. As you turn to swim back towards the shore, your body suddenly is lifted up by a wave and on the way down, you scrape your arm against the rocks. You gasp in pain, pulling it towards you to see how badly you’re hurt. What you don’t see is another wave coming your way. It pulls you up again and crashes down, pushing you under the water. You fight to make your way back to the surface, but the force of the wave leaves it unclear which way is up. You twist your body around, finally gaining traction, when there it is again…a metallic glint of something, this time under the water. And…it almost looks…pink? That’s the last thought you have as the current slams your body into the rocks and you float into unconsciousness. 

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You wake with a start, coughing violently and spitting out what feels like liters of water. Your lungs and throat burn from all the salt and it’s difficult to catch your breath for a minute or two. You eventually sit up and notice it’s now completely dark outside. How long have you been unconscious? As you sit trying to gather yourself, you hear what sounds like faint humming coming from the water…more specifically, from the outcropping of rocks. You get to your feet unsteadily, warily walking towards the water, but not close enough to touch the water. It’s definitely humming…and it sounds like a man’s voice? You can’t make out the words, if there even are any…and just as your feet are starting to touch the edge of the ocean, you hear a large splash directly behind where you know the rocks end. It’s too dark to see anything, but you take that as your cue to gather your items, go back to your house, and go to bed.

You sleep later than you have in a while after your scare, and you spend the next few days avoiding the beach. You have no idea what you heard (surely there was not a person humming in the middle of the night?), and the giant splash also remains a mystery. Maybe it’s better to just forget about what happened. Maybe you should just move on…so you decide to finally brave the beach again, this time staying away from the water and sticking to your beach chair to read.

The afternoon goes by uneventfully, and you’re about halfway through your book when you get a couple of notifications on your phone. You pull the device from your bag and see a text from your friend Caroline asking how your mini-vacation is going. You smile to yourself as you pull up the other notification, and your smile immediately drops as you see a weather alert for an incoming storm that is supposed to have high speed winds and the potential to develop into a tornado.

You start to put everything back into your bag to leave when you notice another figure further down the beach. As the figure draws closer, you see it’s a man that seems to be around your age, maybe a little younger. He’s dressed in oversized clothes, a holey white shirt almost reaching the knees of his equally holey black pants. He looks lost in the clothes more than seeming it’s a look he’s trying to achieve, and as he comes closer, you see that his face also looks lost. You debate asking if he needs any help, but before you decide one way or another, he notices you and heads your way.

You smile tentatively as he draws closer. “Are you okay?” you ask.

“...me?” 

“Well, I don’t see anyone else wandering down the beach. You know it’s about to storm, right?” 

“I didn’t know, exactly…but I kinda figured. The clouds don’t look too happy,” he replies, brushing his damp bangs out of his eyes. 

“Are you lost or something?” The man’s eyebrows raise to meet his hair, eyes going wide.

“Kind of…it’s a long story. One that you probably wouldn’t believe most of anyway,” he says, shyly rubbing the back of his neck.

You cross your arms over your chest, unimpressed. “Try me.” He grins in return, the smile lighting up his whole face.

“I would, but I’m a little more worried about where I’m going to wait out this storm.” The man grimaces as the sky, as if on cue, starts to drop large raindrops onto the sand. 

You could invite this stranger into your home to wait out the storm…but he’s a stranger. But it would be cruel to leave him in a storm, right? Before you have time to think any more, the raindrops become more steady, leaving cold rivulets down both of your arms.

“What’s your name?” you ask.

“Changbin. Yours?” 

You tell Changbin your name in return, and just as you begin to ask if he wants to wait out the storm with you, the rain turns into a full=--out downpour.

“Follow me!” you yell over the storm, quickly grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and breaking into a jog towards your house.

Changbin struggles behind you. Not only is his clothing slowing him down with how baggy it is, but he’s running as if…as if he’s never run a day in his life, you notice. It’s baffling to you, but without thinking, you reach back for his hand to make sure he’s able to keep up with you and knows where to go.

The two of you arrive soaked on your porch, dripping everywhere. You dig around in a storage box for towels and you hand him one. Changbin watches you as you place the towel around your shoulders and quietly copies you as you wring out your shirt and try to dry your hair. This baffles you as well…how does an adult man not know how to run properly, and then needs prompting to dry off with a towel? Nevertheless, you unlock the front door and go inside, with him following closely behind you.

“You’re not like a serial killer or something, right?” you suddenly blurt, turning to face Changbin. He lets out a giggle and shakes his head at you.

“I have never killed anything or anyone in my life, and I wasn’t planning on starting anytime soon.” You let out a relieved laugh, though you aren’t completely sure about him yet.

You show him to the guest room and tell him you’re going to change clothes and that he can do the same, just borrowing some of your brother’s old clothes.

You both emerge a few minutes later, you in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, Changbin in gym shorts and a black tee that almost looks too tight as it hugs his very defined chest. Not that you noticed or anything. Ahem.

He follows you this time to the living room and you motion for him to sit on the couch as you go into the kitchen and make the two of you a cup of tea. Just as you hand him a mug and sit down beside him, there’s a bright flash of lightning and following that, the power promptly goes out.

Without warning, Changbin grasps at your hand, nervously gripping it. Your other hand reaches for his wrist and pats gently, reassuring him.

“Changbin, it’s fine, it’s just the power. I have some candles somewhere around here…let me find them.”

He says nothing in reply, but his grip doesn’t ease.

“...that requires you to let go of my hand,” you say gently. Changbin clears his throat and lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay…I’ll be right back.”

You get up and feel around for your side table that has a drawer, knowing there are candles inside. After bumping your hip into both an armchair and another table, Changbin loudly protesting that you should just come back and sit down to stop from hurting yourself, you finally find the correct table and gather a few candles along with a lighter. You place them around the room, putting the last one on the table in front of the couch. As the light illuminates his face, you notice Changbin looking amazed. He slides from the couch onto his knees, face even with the candle.

“What, have you never seen a candle before?” you laugh, but he shakes his head slowly, eyes still trained on the flame in front of him. He suddenly seems to realize what he’s admitted, looking up and locking eyes with you.

“Who are you? What’s your story I won’t believe?” you muse aloud, half to yourself.

Changbin stands and situates himself back onto the couch and pats the seat beside him. 

“I think you’re going to want to sit for this…”

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“So you’re telling me…you’re a merman?!” you whisper-yell, though no one is around to hear you except Changbin. He nods.

“And you’re a human because…?”

“Because my brother found a spellbook, and he wanted to help ‘cause he knew that I’d always been fascinated by the human world, so he cast a spell and now I’m human. That’s why I was wearing those clothes when you found me.”

You sit, mouth slightly ajar from all the information you’re trying to process at once.

“What are the parameters of the spell then? Aren’t you supposed to give up your voice or something?” Changbin cocks his head at you, looking like a confused dog. 

“Why would I have to give up my voice, how would that be helpful?” You wave off his question impatiently, motioning for him to continue explaining.

“The problem is, I don’t know what the parameters are…and neither did Hyunjin when he did the spell. He’s not exactly a sea witch or anything. So I guess I’m just making the best of it while I can…I want to experience everything that I can!” He gets louder as he gets more excited until it looks like he’s about to bounce out of his seat. It makes you smile.

“Well…for starters, you can stay here in my brother’s room. Unless you figured out something else?” Changbin gives a small shake of his head. “I don’t know how good of a tour guide to humanity I’ll be, but I can try.” His smile makes his eyes crinkle.

“I’ll repay you by teaching you how to swim properly,” he chuckles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, um…well…I kind of saw you the other day. You almost died!” he exclaims, hands gesticulating wildly. “You need to be a strong enough swimmer to save your own life.”

“You mean the day I passed out and washed up on shore? Wait a minute…was that you?!” Changbin nods sheepishly. “I went out in the water because I saw you! Your tail! It was reflecting the sunset so beautifully…” A blotchy flush starts to work its way up his neck towards his face.

“But you almost died! Forget my tail…”

“Did the current wash me back up onto shore? I don’t remember anything until I woke up on the beach,” you muse, trying to recall what might have happened.

Changbin shakes his head again. “I…I grabbed you once you fell unconscious and pulled you back onto land,” he says quietly. “I couldn’t watch you die, no matter what any of my brothers say about the human world.”

Before you’re fully aware of what your own body is doing, you find yourself on the couch beside him enveloping him in a hug. His arms find their way around you, mirroring your actions.

“Thank you,” you whisper, tears collecting on your lash line. He pulls you in even closer somehow, his warmth burning through your clothes. 

“Hey, hey…no crying! You’re here, right? I told you, I wasn’t going to let someone die on my watch. Especially not a girl as pretty as you,” he laughs. You look up at him, and you can feel heat emanating from your face that has nothing to do with the hug. “But like I said…I’m teaching you how to swim properly so I don’t have to worry about you when I’m not around.” You give a small nod, wiping the remnants of your tears away.

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And so the days pass, Changbin staying with you and learning bit by bit about the human world. You take him grocery shopping, introduce him to ice cream, and show him everything you find comforting about the small town you used to vacation in. You point out the community theater you used to perform summer musicals in, go to the local coffee shop to get your favorite vanilla latte (Changbin finds that he is partial to their hazelnut latte), and take walks along the shoreline at sunset. It’s on one of these walks that you find yourself asking him more about his brothers.

“Chan is the oldest, and he acts like it…super mature, super dependable. Minho’s a little older than me, but he’s kinda off in his own world. Loves animals. Then Hyunjin is next after me, he’s the one who turned me human. Jisung is the next youngest, he’s always hanging out with Minho. He’s very talented at music. Felix is the literal embodiment of sunshine and bubbles, you’d love him, everyone does. Seungmin is a menace, but very funny. And Jeongin’s the baby, but we all know he’s the one who’s really in charge.” You laugh at this, enjoying watching him explain his family dynamics. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your family like?” Changbin is so earnest, it takes you aback.

“I mean, nothing that exciting. I’m decently close with my parents, and I have a younger sister. We don’t talk all the time, but we don’t not get along. There’s not much to say.”

“So why are you here then? At your summer house…alone?” You stop walking and he does the same, still looking at you.

“Work’s been…hard. Not even the job itself, but I just moved again and I’m still getting used to everything. I needed a break, so I came here. Where everything is familiar. Well, it was until you came along.” You nudge his shoulder playfully, but he looks thoughtful.

“Did I ruin your break?” he asks.

“What? No, no, of course not!” You shake your head vehemently.

“You can tell me if I did…I am staying in your house and taking up an awful lot of your time.”

You shake your head again. “No, really, it’s fine…honestly, you’ve made it better. If I had been alone the whole time, I would have gotten way too into my head and it would have been a mess. I’ve enjoyed showing you what it’s like to be a human…well, at least what it’s like to live my life.”

“I love it! Your life is so…cozy? I’m not sure that’s the right word, but it feels so comfortable being with you.” He’s not sure what comes over him, but Changbin reaches out and grabs your hand, motioning you to continue your walk. You start walking again as the sun dips behind the horizon, but his hand remains with yours.

“You know, I don’t normally let strange men into my house.” He laughs. “But I’m glad I invited you in during that storm…I’ve felt comfortable too.” You squeeze his hand, and he returns the gesture.

The moon is almost full, illuminating the beach as you walk. In the distance, Changbin notices a building looming large. “What’s that?” he asks, gesturing with your intertwined hands. You follow the gesture with your eyes, realizing what it is even in the dark.

“Oh, that’s the sea turtle center! They do a lot of work during the summer, the turtles come and lay their eggs a little further down the beach. They’re actually throwing their annual charity ball in a week or so to raise funds for their summer season.”

Changbin’s eyes go wide with excitement, almost sparkling in the moonlight.

“What?” you laugh. He reaches and grabs your other hand, turning you to face him fully.

“Can we go? Are we allowed to?” You can’t think of a reason why not, so you nod. His excitement is palpable as a smile takes over his face and he shakes your hands back and forth.

“I’m so excited for you to teach me how to dance!”

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And that’s how you find yourself in your dining room a week later, table and chairs pushed to the side to make a temporary dance floor. Changbin has one hand around your waist, the other grasped in yours. You’d been teaching him how to ballroom dance for the past hour, starting with a simple box step and working your way up to a waltz. 

“The timing of this feels so weird,” he laughs as the two of you step together. You giggle as you fall off balance and out of step with the 1-2-3 timing. 

“It does at first, but when you get it right, it feels like you’re floating across the floor,” you sigh dreamily. “The closest we’ll get to flying.”

A soft smile works its way onto Changbin’s face, and he repositions himself to start the dance again, pulling you even closer to him than before.

“Let’s try again,” he says. 

“Are you sure? We’ve been at this for an hour, we can take a break.”

He squeezes your hip gently in response. “I’m sure…I want to fly with you.”

Your head falls to his shoulder at this remark, hiding your face from him. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” His voice rumbles through his chest, the vibrations making their way to where your forehead meets his shirt. You shake your head, still hiding your face. “Look at me…please?” he pleads, voice laden with the beginnings of worry. 

You lift your head slowly, your eyes finally meeting his gaze. 

“You’re okay?” You nod. “Why did you react that way?” You swallow nervously, picking at your fingernails. You can practically feel your face getting blotchy with embarrassment.

“What you said…that’s why I reacted that way.” Changbin raises an eyebrow, still not quite comprehending. “It’s…it’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me. And I’ve only just met you.” Your breath hitches at the realization, and you’re shocked by the sudden tears swimming in your eyes.

“Hey, hey…there’s no need to cry, pretty,” he places his hands gently on the sides of your face, rubbing his thumb where an errant tear had escaped your lash line. His kindness causes more tears to make their way down your cheeks and he simply stands there in the silence with you, wiping them away as they come. After a few minutes, he tentatively reaches for your hand and brings you over to the couch, where he lays a blanket over you once you’ve sat down.

You start to protest, but he quiets you by telling you he’ll be right back. He pads off to the kitchen and returns ten minutes later with a mug of hot chocolate that he extends to you. “Be careful, it’s hot,” he warns, gently placing it into your open hands.

You look at the swirling mini marshmallows that are floating on the steaming chocolate and turn to Changbin who has sat down next to you. At the questioning look on your face, he turns playfully indignant. “Hey! I made not have ever made hot chocolate before, but I can read instructions!” You laugh, and he moves his arm around your shoulder drawing him into his warmth. “Is this okay?” He looks nervous as he searches your face for any sign of impending tears. You nod, adjusting to become more comfortable to show him that you’re fine.

Changbin draws the blanket around the both of you and turns the tv on to start a movie. You can’t help but laugh as you see that he’s chosen The Little Mermaid. Your laughter doubles as you watch the faces of disbelief that he makes throughout the movie, with loud exclamations about how life underwater is nothing like what is being portrayed.

“It’s a movie, Binnie,” you insist, still giggling.

“Huh?” He looks over at you, eyes wide.

“It’s a movie, I said.”

“No, I know that…what did you call me?” 

You sit up cautiously. “...Binnie? Is that okay?” It’s your turn to be nervous. You’d never called him that, but it had just slipped out.

“I love it,” he smiles, the fullness of it crinkling his eyes into half moons. You breathe a sigh of relief, sinking back into the warmth of his hold.

Between the hot chocolate, blanket, and Changbin’s body heat, you find yourself nodding off towards the end of the movie. Changbin notices and starts drawing shapes on your arm with his thumb, hoping to further soothe you into slumber…and it works.

He smiles down at you folded into the crook of his arm, deep breaths reassuring him that you were getting the rest you needed. He cautiously leans down, careful not to disturb you, and places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You smell like coconut and the ocean, which makes him smile.

“You deserve to be told romantic things every day,” he murmurs into the crown of your head. “Every single day.”

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You wake to the sunrise, still on the couch, vaguely remembering that you must have fallen asleep during the movie you were watching the night before. You stretch your legs out from where they were curled into your side and realize that you are still snuggled into Changbin’s side, except his head is now on top of yours from whenever he eventually fell asleep as well. You can’t help but smile to yourself as you slowly attempt to disentangle yourself from the man next to you. Just as you think you’re going to make your escape, he lets out a muffled whine and tightens his grip around you, forcing the side of your face into his chest. You laugh, reaching your hand to slowly draw shapes on his side.

“Binnie…” you murmur softly, tracing your fingers up and down his torso. Nothing. “Binnie…” you try again, this time a little louder. As your hand hits his waist again, he twitches and his eyes snap open.

“Stop, that tickles!” he whines, burying his face into your hair.

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead,” you laugh, but stop the movements of your hand.

“That’s rich coming from you, the one who fell asleep right before the end of the movie.” Changbin gently disentangles himself from you, and you can see him playfully roll his eyes as he stretches his arms above his head, a sliver of his stomach showing beneath his black shirt. Not that you noticed or anything.

“What time is it, anyway?” he asks. You squint over at the clock across the room.

“7:05.” He groans.

“It’s too early…why did you wake me up?” You laugh in response.

“The sun woke me up, take it up with Mother Nature.” He rolls his eyes again, but a smile plays across his features. 

“Well, since we’re up, it’s a perfect time for you to learn to swim properly!” He reaches for your hand as he stands up, yanking you up with him. He’s a little forceful, making you reach out and stabilize yourself-with both your hands splayed across his chest.

“Little forward this morning, are we?” he wriggles his eyebrows suggestively, causing you to break out in a fit of giggles.

“Something like that,” you concede, reaching out to sweep an errant curl off his forehead. Changbin’s eyes soften as you do so, mapping out every detail of your expression.

“You’re really pretty. You know that, right?” He tilts his head, looking at you.

“Changbin, I literally look like I just got dragged through a bush backwards, but I appreciate you trying to be nice.”

“I’m not being nice…I’m being blunt, if anything,” he muses, still cataloging your face. Though his eyes have also started to roam the rest of your body as well.

“My hair is a rat’s nest, my makeup is smeared from falling asleep…and I think I have dried drool on the corner of my mouth?!” you realize in horror, trying to wipe your face clean.

Changbin grabs your hand and stops it mid-motion, then takes over himself. Wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, moving to gently swipe under your eyes where your mascara has flaked. You can feel the heat emanating from your face, burning with embarrassment.

“No need to be embarrassed, pretty.” You duck your head, feeling called out. “Look at me.” You raise your head to look at Changbin again. “You are really pretty. Always. But I think this might be my favorite.” He smiles shyly at you.

“Why?” you whisper.

“Because…because you’re rested. Because you’re taking care of yourself. Because I think I might be the only person that gets to see you like this.” You nod almost imperceptibly, confirming his statement. His smile grows and he gently holds your face between his hands.

“Can I kiss you?” The tips of his ears are red as he asks the question, searching your eyes hopefully. You lean closer, your breath fanning across his full lips. 

“I’d like that,” you breathe, and before you can move any further, Changbin has closed the space between you, lips slotting over yours. 

You sigh into the kiss, and you can feel Changbin’s smile in return as he moves his hands from your face to your waist, squeezing and drawing you closer to himself.

What starts as very sweet and tentative quickly becomes more urgent, with your hands tangled in his curls, his moving under your shirt. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel his thumbs ghost the undersides of your breasts, and he takes the opportunity to slot his tongue into your mouth, which you welcome.

After a few moments, you both come up for air and Changbin breaks into a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing really…it’s just that I never could have predicted this would happen when I got turned into a human. I’m really gonna have to thank Hyunjin the next time I see him, huh?”

This causes you to join in his laughter, and you pull him close again to land a soft kiss on his nose.

“I guess you have to. After you introduce me, of course. Also…I believe I was promised a swimming lesson?”

“Ah yes, an excuse to see me half naked.” Changbin rolls his eyes and you swat his chest playfully. “You’ll get your swimming lesson after breakfast, can’t have you passing out on me again.” He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers and pulling you towards the kitchen. 

“One sunrise special coming up!”

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And that’s how you end up spending most of the day in the ocean with Changbin. Your swimming skills aren’t quite as bad as he thought (you did get thrown into a rock by a wave, after all), but he’s still able to adjust your form on several different strokes. Even when you’re not doing much, it seems like he’s able to find some way to have his hand ghost along your lower back…or he finds an excuse to sweep strands of wet hair behind your ear…or he’s tightening the strings of your swimsuit ‘just in case’. 

Once you notice your fingers starting to get wrinkly, the two of you collapse onto towels on the shore. You’re silent for a while, content to rest in each others’ presence. Then something you’ve been thinking about for a while escapes your lips.

“Don’t you miss your brothers?”

Changbin turns to face you, his lips forming a small pout. “Sure I do. I mean, I don’t miss Seungmin teasing me all the time or Chan’s terrible dad jokes, but generally I do miss them…yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, studying his expression as his brow furrows.

“Why are you sorry? You haven’t done anything wrong, lovely.” He reaches his hand towards you, making a grabby motion until you reach out and intertwine your fingers with his.

“I dunno…I just feel bad that I can’t do anything to fix it or help. Maybe I should’ve been helping you research how to turn back into a merman or something, instead I’ve just been taking up all your time with silly things like dancing and swimming and showing you around town,” you huff.

“I’ve loved doing those things with you. I can’t believe all the things I used to just see in books, or from far away, I’ve gotten to do. With you.” You smile at the pink tinting his cheeks. “I get to go to a ball with you in a few days…it’ll be like that story you told me about, what was it again?”

“You mean Cinderella?” you laugh, and he nods excitedly.

“You just gotta promise not to run away at midnight and turn into a pumpkin, or whatever it was.” He leans up onto his forearms, scooting himself closer to you. “Can you do that?”

“I can’t make any promises about what happens if I’m up that late past my bedtime, Binnie.” He huffs out a laugh before swooping in for a quick peck to your lips.

“Fine, fine. I can’t wait to see you in your dress…I just know you’re going to be the most beautiful person there.” Changbin’s eyes are sparkling as he looks at you, and it makes you feel gooey inside. 

“We’ll see about that.”

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“...I told you, gorgeous.” Changbin lets out a low whistle as you come out of your bedroom and into the living room where he’s waiting. He’s wearing a three piece navy suit to match your floor length sparkly navy gown.

“You look amazing too,” you reply. “So handsome.” You run your hands over his lapel and then down his arms, stopping to squeeze his biceps. “Be careful, you might rip your jacket,” you smirk.

“Hands off, ma’am…this is a classy affair.” You dissolve into a fit of giggles and Changbin tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably, his own squeaky giggles echoing your own. Once the two of you collect yourselves, he offers his arm to you and you gladly accept. 

Though it’s not far, you end up driving to the conservation center to save your feet from walking any more in heels than they need to. As you enter the ballroom, you gasp. They’ve outdone themselves with the decorations-the ceiling is full of twinkling lights wrapped through gauze, there are multiple tables laden with appetizers, desserts, and drinks, and the dancefloor is massive. As you walk towards an empty table, a waiter walks by and offers the two of you champagne, which you take happily. You claim two spaces and turn to see Changbin’s eyes grow wide as he sips his drink.

“It’s so…bubbly!” He exclaims, and you laugh at his expression.

“I guess you’ve never had alcohol before, huh?” He shakes his head. “It’ll make you a little lightheaded if you don’t eat anything, let’s grab some food.”

The two of you walk over to one of the many food tables, and Changbin starts loading down his plate with at least one of everything, multiple if he thinks something looks especially good. He notices you being more careful with your choices and raises his brow in confusion.

“Why aren’t you trying anything else? It all looks so good!” He lifts his own plate toward you as evidence.

“This dress is already tight, I don’t want to be bloated and it shows…or worst case, I rip a seam or something.” Your face blanches at the thought.

Changbin immediately grabs your hand and steers you back toward your table. Once you’ve taken a seat, he starts putting items from his plate onto a fork and holds it up to you. 

“Try it,” he pleads with puppy dog eyes. You begrudgingly obey and he gently places the food in your mouth. It’s some sort of quiche tartlet with ham you think…or maybe bacon. Either way, it’s delicious and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips at the taste. Changbin’s eyes light up at your delight. “See, it’s so good! I told you!”

You spend the next ten to fifteen minutes sharing Changbin’s plate with him. He takes a bite, then insists that you take the next…until you’ve had tartlets, sliders, trifles, assorted crackers with cheeses and jams, and they’re all unbelievably delicious.

“Full?” he asks, and you nod, feeling sated. “Good. You’ve got a little bit of jam…just there…” He leans in and meets your mouth with his, swiping his tongue gently over your lower lip. As he moves back, you notice his eyes have darkened. “Delicious,” he smirks as he leans into his chair. As if suddenly remembering something, he sits up closer to you and reaches over to run his hands down your sides, his mouth hovering close to your ear. “This dress shows every last curve on your body, and I love it…I’m just jealous I’m not the only one who gets to see it.”

Before you can even think to reply, he’s moved to stand by your side, holding a hand out towards you.

“May I have this dance?”

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For having just learned to dance, Changbin is impressive. He’s able to lead you successfully through a few opening dances, and freestyles hilariously (though still on beat). The night is full of champagne bubbles, stolen kisses, and soft laughter.

You feel truly content for the first time in a long time as you slow dance, your forehead tilted and touching Changbin’s. “How are you real?” you breathe out without thinking.

“I could ask the same of you, you know.” He places a gentle kiss on your temple and sways with you on the dancefloor.

You swallow thickly as you lift your eyes to meet his. “What happens…what happens when you go back?” Changbin’s brow furrows as he considers your question.

“Maybe I don’t go back,” his answer is tentative, searching for your response. Your eyes grow wide.

“You-you want to stay human?”

Before he can answer, there’s a commotion across the room. You try to see what’s happening, even reaching up on your tiptoes, but just as a lanky figure with black hair comes into view, a silky voice travels from the stranger to the two of you, making goosebumps erupt across your skin.

“Hello, brother.”

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“Hyunjin?! What’re you-how are you-you’re here?!” Changbin splutters in disbelief. The stranger, who you now know is his brother, merely nods with a small smile on his face.

Changbin closes the space with the taller man and envelopes him in a hug that makes Hyunjin wince before he gently extracts himself. “How are you here?” Changbin repeats, still wide eyed.

“Same as you, brother. I made myself into a human…you were surprisingly hard to track down tonight.” Hyunjin walks towards the conservation center’s balcony, away from the crowd and you and Changbin follow.

“Why were you looking for me?” Hyunjin crosses his arms over his chest and raises a brow at his older brother’s question.

“Did you really not think I would find you eventually? Did you plan on being a human forever?” A snide laugh escapes Hyunjin’s lips at his own question.

At this, Changbin crosses his arms over his chest matching the man before him. “And what if I did?” Your eyes grow wide at his response and you step towards him, reaching for his hand. As Changbin firmly intertwines your fingers, Hyunjin follows the motion with his eyes, a smirk taking over his features.

“Ah yes…this must be the reason you think you could stay human.” Hyunjin cocks his head to the side, appraising you. “I suppose she is rather pretty,” he admits, reaching out and tucking a loose hair behind your ear.

Changbin steps forward, angling himself between you and Hyunjin. “Don’t touch her.” 

Hyunjin huffs out a laugh. “And what are you going to do to stop me? I’m the one who turned you into a human in the first place…you wouldn’t have even met her if it wasn’t for me.” His voice is dripping with derision as he looks over the two of you.

“What happened to you? The brother I know would never act like this.” Changbin sounds disappointed, and you can hear the sadness behind his words.

“The brother you know? You were always so happy to be in your own little world, daydreaming about the human world, being so close with Chan…do you even know why I agreed to help you turn into a human?” You see Changbin swallow thickly as he shakes his head. Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Of course you don’t.”

Hyunjin gazes out at the shoreline from the edge of the balcony and lets out a giant sigh. “It’s because of the compass. It’s always been about the compass.”

“What compass?” you ask, the first words you’ve spoken since Hyunjin’s arrival. He cuts a quick glance to you and then goes back to staring at the water.

“Since Chan is the oldest, he has a compass. It’s the only thing we have related to our parents, it’s a magical relic of sorts…it can help you realize whatever your heart’s desire is. Dreams. Anyway, Chan refuses to use it, says he has his heart’s desire already, whatever that is. At some point, it would pass down to the other brothers. I knew Minho had no interest in it, he’s happy to live life the way he is. Which meant dear Changbin here was next in line.”

You look over at Changbin, and his expression is stormy. You squeeze his hand reassuringly, which seems to ground him. He steps a little closer to you and kisses your temple and runs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“How sweet.” Hyunjin’s voice is void of emotion as he watches the exchange. “As I was saying, he was in the way of me getting the compass. So I decided to offer him something he couldn’t say no to-a chance at being human. I knew he couldn’t resist, especially after he saved you…he wouldn’t shut up about it. I had picked up enough magic from studying how the compass worked to figure it out. And here we are.”

Changbin’s voice is shaky and small when he finally speaks. “So you tricked and manipulated me. Why are you here now, then? I’m sure you wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t gotten your hands on what you wanted.”

A small smile works its way onto Hyunjin’s face, one that looks like it actually may have some small sliver of kindness. “I did get what I wanted, actually. I convinced Chan to give it to me once he realized you were missing…I told him I would find you and bring you back. And here I am. I may have manipulated you, brother, but I would never leave you stranded. Pretty girl or not, you belong with us. As a merman.”

Hyunjin’s hands start to glow faintly, a turquoise that grows brighter as he begins to motion towards Changbin.

“Wait, we need to talk about this-Hyunjin, don’t-” Changbin protests, but Hyunjin doesn’t even seem to hear him. The glow has traveled from his hands and is making its way up his arms, and he almost seems to be in some sort of trance. Changbin notices as well, and moves towards his brother, reaching to grab his hands.

You move without thinking, stepping in front of Changbin and grasping Hyunjin’s hands. The turquoise glow slowly transfers from Hyunjin’s body to yours…but instead of traveling up your arms, it flows down towards your legs and feet. It feels like a million needles piercing through your skin and into your bones, and you let out an involuntary scream. The noise seems to break through Hyunjin’s trance, and his eyes widen in shock. He tries to remove his hands from yours, but they won’t budge.

“I-I can’t let go! Changbin, help!” All traces of bravado are gone from Hyunjin’s face, almost making him look like a small child. Changbin rushes behind his brother and wraps his hands around Hyunjin’s arms and pulls, but even with his added strength nothing happens.

You’ve collapsed to your knees at this point, pained whimpers escaping you every few seconds, tears streaming down your face from the pain. Changbin is on the verge of tears himsef, but he’s too afraid to touch you for fear of making things worse.

“Please just hold on…please. We’ll figure out how to fix this. We will. Promise.” His voice is small and scared, and it makes you cry even harder.

“I’m so sorry, I was just trying to help…I thought he was going to hurt you,” you hiccup. Just as you think you won’t be able to handle any more pain, the glow fades and you fully collapse onto the balcony floor. Changbin immediately rushes to you, cradling your upper half in his arms, alternating between running his hand over your hair and wiping away your tears.

“What did you do?!” he demands of Hyunjin, eyes full of fury. Hyunjin stares blankly down at the two of you in shock and just shakes his head.

Changbin turns to you as he stands, holding out a hand to help you up. “Let’s get you home, hmm?” His eyes are soft as he looks down at you. You reach up to grasp his hand, and as your fingers graze his, the needle feeling is back, but this time in your lungs.

“Binnie, I can’t…I can’t…it hurts…” you wheeze, gasping and holding your chest. 

He drops to his knees immediately, hands flying to cup your face. “What hurts? What is it?” Changbin starts frantically checking you for injuries…your head, arms, torso…nothing. Until he reaches your legs. He gathers the fabric of your dress in his hands to check your legs and a shaky gasp leaves his lips. You look down and any amount of air you’d been able to gather in your lungs leaves.

Where your legs should be, there is a navy blue tail. A mermaid tail.

Changbin looks up at you, his mouth open in shock. “You’re…you…you can’t breathe!” he realizes, jumping up to his feet and rounding on Hyunjin. “What did you DO TO HER?!” he bellows this time. Before Hyunjin has a chance to answer, there’s a loud crack.

You look up, still gasping and only able to draw small breaths. Blood is pouring down Hyunjin’s face-Changbin has broken his nose. You’re suddenly being picked up-Changbin is carrying you to the ocean at a jog. Once you reach the shoreline, he slows as he wades out into the water with you. Once you’re submerged up to your chest, you gasp in a large breath…the feeling of stabbing needles is gone, and you’re able to regulate your breathing.

“Are you okay?” Changbin whispers, eyes wide.

You nod as the waves lap against your arms. “I always wanted to be a mermaid when I was little.” Changbin lets out a choked laugh at your response.

“Well, for what it’s worth, your tail is also very pretty…I’ve never seen a navy blue one.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck at the compliment. “You’re getting embarrassed? After you were turned into a mermaid?! You’re awfully calm for someone who should be panicking…” You lean back in his arms, and notice he seems to be the one panicking.

You shrug. “I’m with you. Why would I panic?” you say simply. Tears gather and spill onto his cheeks. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he murmurs into your hair.

“Nothing. I chose you. And you deserve to be chosen.”

Changbin smiles and gently lowers you into the water, still holding your hands as he leads you out to deeper waters where you can swim comfortably.

“I choose you too. Mermaid or human,” he smiles, and you smile back. “But…we should probably figure out a way to turn you back. Your family will miss you too much.”

“...I think I can help with that.” A small voice reaches the two of you, and you look back to see Hyunjin slowly wading towards you.

“I think you’ve done quite enough for a whole lifetime, don’t you?” Changbin spits harshly, and Hyunjin flinches as he reaches you.

“I have…but I think I know how this can be fixed. And not with my magic.”

Changbin raises a brow, skeptical. “Let him talk,” you urge, laying a gentle hand on Changbin’s arm.

“Thanks.” Hyunjin sends a small smile your way. “I think I know how to fix this. No magic…well, none of mine anyway.”

“So whose, then? Chan? We are not bringing him into this…though I’m sure he’d love to know what you’ve been up to.”

“Not mine, not Chan’s…yours.”

“What do you mean, mine? I don’t have any magic, you know that!” Changbin’s voice raises with each sentence, more and more exasperated.

“I think you might with the compass,” Hyunjin says simply. “I know before you weren’t that interested in it, but I think that maybe has changed.” He looks over at you knowingly, and holds out his hand to his brother.

Changbin reaches out and Hyunjin drops a small brass compass into his hand.

“How does it work?”

“As far as I’ve figured out, it’s almost like all those fairytales we read when we were kids. You just need to close your eyes and think about whatever your heart’s desire is.”

Changbin looks at you with worry clouding his face. “What if it doesn’t work?” he whispers.

“What if it does?” You cup his cheeks in your hands and meet his lips with yours. 

He smiles softly at you. “No matter what…I love you.” You gasp and he laughs. “Are you really that surprised?”

“I guess not,” you laugh, capturing his lips in another kiss.

“Ahem,” Hyunjin interrupts you, motioning towards the compass in Changbin’s hands.

“Right…I guess I’ll see you on the other side then.” Changbin closes his eyes and furrows his brow in concentration. There is silence for a moment, then the compass starts spinning, slowly at first, then furiously. 

You exchange a nervous glance with Hyunjin, and when you look back at Changbin, there is a golden glow emitting from the compass as it continues to spin. As you watch, the glow gets brighter and brighter, until you have to cover your face and turn away.

After a few moments, the glow dies down enough for you to look back at Changbin. He opens his eyes tentatively. “Are you okay?” he asks, and you nod. “Your tail?” You lean back to float on your back, and to your surprise, your feet breach the surface of the water instead of the tail that was there a minute before. A huge smile breaks across Changbin’s face and he leans back as well, his feet next to yours.

At the sight, he pulls them back under him, spluttering as he accidentally swallows water in surprise. “I still have feet!” he manages to get out between coughs.

“What did you think about?” Hyunjin asks.

“I just thought about things being the way they should be.” Changbin’s voice is laced with confusion. “I figured it would turn her back into a human, but I thought I would be a merman again too.”

“Maybe you should be human. With her.” Hyunjin smiles, gesturing to you. Changbin’s eyes follow the motion and light up when he meets your eyes.

“I mean, I kinda hoped…but I didn’t want to try my luck or anything.” You’re smiling so hard it’s hurting your cheeks, even though you have tears running down your face.

“I get to keep you…I was so scared I was going to eventually lose you,” you confess. Changbin closes the gap between you, grabbing your hand and leading you to shallower water where he proceeds to lift and spin you in his arms.

“You’re never getting rid of me now,” he smirks and you giggle into the kiss he lands on your mouth as he gently places you back on the sand.

You wrap your arms around Changbin and sway slowly with him under the light of the stars.

“I’m so happy I get to be with you. For as long as you’ll have me.” Changbin smiles at your statement, burying his head in your neck and placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “Also, I forgot to tell you earlier…” 

He raises his head and looks at you curiously.

“...I love you too.”

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Could you do something for “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”? Maybe as a follow-up or prequel or something to the prompt you did for “I’m not going to yell at you”? Thanks in advance! 🩵

First off, I'm so sorry this took so long! Usually when I go this long without posting any new fics it's because I'm working on something but I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've written anything in the last month.

I've had probably the worst writers' block I can ever remember having and I've just not felt any desire to write anything or work on any of my wips.

I don't even know if this is any good, but I'm hoping it'll pull me out of the slump.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Prompt taken from here

Trigger warning: physical domestic abuse

This is a prequel to this fic

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“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Chloe didn’t believe him.

She swallowed, the pain radiating from her mouth as she forced a steadying breath through her nose. 

She knew her lip was bust. She could taste the blood in her mouth, could feel the sting when she swept her tongue across it.

“Chloe.”

Chicago knelt in front of her. His eyes were full of tears, one of his hands cradling the other as if he’d hurt it when it collided with her face. As if he was the one in pain right now.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…” he trailed off. “Are you okay?”

Chloe wanted to laugh, but instead tears stung her eyes. 

“Please don’t cry,” he said. “Please… Please just say something.”

“Can you get me some ice please?” Chloe asked, no longer recognising the sound of her own voice.

He seemed to deflate with relief, and Chloe felt her hatred for him grow. 

“Of course,” he said. “Let me help you up.”

Chloe couldn’t help but flinch away from him as he extended his hand towards her, and she saw the briefest flash of anger cross his eyes. 

She took his hand and he helped her up and onto her feet before he disappeared into the kitchen. 

Now alone, she gingerly touched the split in her lip and winced. It hurt more than she’d expected it to.

He’d never hit her before, and even though he was full of apologies and remorse now, Chloe already knew he would do it again. 

He came back with a bag of frozen peas. “We’re out of ice,” he said. 

Chloe nodded and took it from him, holding it against her rapidly swelling lip.

“I’m-”

“I know,” Chloe said, cutting him off. “I know you are.” She couldn’t bear to hear him say it again. “Let’s just… Let’s forget it.”

“Sure,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”

The rest of the evening passed in a tense silence until Chloe finally crawled into bed.

She feigned sleep long enough to hear the sound of Chicago’s snores fill the room, and then she eased herself out of bed.

Shoved in the back of her closet was a bag she’d begun prepping months ago. When the rose-tinted glasses had come off, she started to really see those red flags that she’d so often dismissed.

The bag contained some clothes, toiletries, a small amount of cash, and her important documents.

She grabbed it out of the closet and, still in her pyjamas, climbed into her car and drove. 

-

Beca had been fast asleep when the sound of her apartment buzzer cut through her dreams.

She groaned and fumbled for her phone, one eye closed as the bright screen lit up the room.

It was close to 2 am, and her stomach lurched as the noise continued.

She stumbled out of bed and hurried to the front door, her heart beating uncomfortably in her chest as she did so. 

No one ever knocks at your door at 2 am with good news…

“Hello?” Beca asked into the intercom.

“Beca?”

If Beca’s heart had been beating hard before, it was doing something else entirely now.

“Chloe?”

“Please can I come up?”

Beca hit the button to unlock the door without a second of hesitation, and she waited anxiously for Chloe to reach her apartment.

Even though she’d been expecting it, Beca still jumped at the sound of the tentative knock at the door and she hurried to open it.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said. “I’m so sorry for just turning up like this.” Chloe’s hands were shaking as she adjusted the weight of the bag on her shoulder, and her eyes shining with tears. “Please can I stay? Chicago, he’s…”

Chloe trailed off, but she didn’t need to tell Beca what Chicago had done, because Beca could see it for herself.

Beca felt like she couldn’t speak, so she just stepped aside so Chloe could enter her apartment. She shut the door behind them and slid the chain lock across for good measure.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” Chloe said. “I’m sorry.”

Beca shook her head and forced herself to find her voice. “Don’t be sorry,” she said. “Of course you can stay here.”

Chloe seemed to deflate with relief in front of her, and Beca hated that in Chloe’s mind, there might have been a chance she’d have turned her away.

“Stupid question, but are you okay?” Beca asked.

Chloe shrugged. “I don’t think so,” she said, tears filling her eyes faster than she could wipe them away. 

Beca wasted no time in closing the gap between them and wrapping Chloe up in a hug. “I’m so sorry this happened to you,” she said. “How can I help? What can I do?”

“Can I go lay down?” Chloe asked, the adrenaline that had been keeping her going was now quickly fading away. “I’m really tired.”

“Of course,” Beca said, reluctantly ending their hug. “Take my bed until I can get the spare room set up. I can sleep on the couch.”

Chloe took hold of her hand. “Please come with me,” she said. “I don’t want to be by myself.”

Beca nodded and squeezed Chloe’s hand. Her throat felt tight. “Go ahead,” she said, the strain evident in her voice. “I’ll be right in.”

With Chloe out of the room, Beca’s hands closed into fists, and she clenched her jaw shut in order to hold back the scream that threatened to erupt. 

She’d never felt an anger quite like this before, and she needed it to go before she joined Chloe in the bedroom.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself pummeling every square inch of Chicago. Her jaw was clenched so tight she was amazed her teeth hadn’t shattered. 

She counted to ten in her head, and then forced a slow breath out through her mouth.

Her anger was no good to Chloe right now. Chloe needed her to be strong and stable, but not angry.

She could be angry later, but not now. Not tonight.

She filled a glass with water and returned to the bedroom. Chloe was curled up on her side, her face lit up by her phone screen.

“Here,” Beca said, placing the water on the nightstand.

“Thanks,” Chloe said, locking her phone and placing it on her nightstand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Beca asked, climbing into the bed beside her.

“Not really,” Chloe said. “Not yet.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “That’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“I, um, I don’t really know what to do Bec,” Chloe said, her voice beginning to waver again. She let out a small sob, that was quickly followed by another. “I’m sorry,” she said, quickly wiping her eyes.

“Don’t,” Beca said. “Don’t be sorry, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” She lifted her arm so Chloe could cuddle into her side, which she eagerly did. 

“What’s going to happen when he figures out where I am?”

Beca felt that anger pulse in her again, but she pushed it away. “I don’t know,” Beca answered honestly. “But we’ll figure it out. I do know one thing though, and that’s that he won’t put his hands on you again.”

Chloe knew it wasn’t as simple as that but she allowed herself, for that moment, to feel safe. To feel protected. She decided to believe her. 

“All you need to worry about now is getting some rest,” Beca said. “We can deal with everything else tomorrow.”

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Old Familiar Things

@sherlocktember2024 prompt - "wound"

“Holmes?” Watson rushed to the settee, chest seizing with panic. “What’s happened to you?”

With a slight wince, Holmes waved a hand in a weak, dismissive gesture. “I’m all right, Watson.”

“You are very much not all right,” Watson said as he knelt. The claim to be all right was not a surprise. Holmes had said the same thing last year after being beaten nearly to death by Baron Gruner’s men. “How did you come by all these wounds?”

Holmes closed his eyes and curled up, pulling the blanket higher. “I have simply had a little fight. You need not worry.”

“Was it an attempt on your life?”

“No, no. Just a case that developed unexpected complications.”

“Like you are developing bruises?” The bruises were the least of the worries, although there were plenty of them on Holmes’ face, hands, and probably elsewhere. Drying blood crusted the corner of Holmes’ mouth, and more clung to scattered cuts and scrapes. The blood matting his hair was further cause for concern.

“It is hardly the worst I have ever been injured.” Holmes twitched a quick smile at him, and then winced again. “Nevertheless. I would be grateful if you would perhaps tend to me, Watson.”

“Of course I will tend to you.” Watson pushed back to his feet and briefly rested a reassuring hand on Holmes’ shoulder, then fetched a chair and his medical bag. “How did you get past Mrs. Hudson in this condition?”

“I arrived while she was out doing her shopping. I am well acquainted with her routine, and it was a simple matter to avoid her.”

“Naturally.” After retrieving a basin of water and several cloths, Watson sat. He glanced across the blanket covering Holmes, and saw no bloodstains. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Not to the point of bleeding. I believe I have may have some bruising on my abdomen.”

“The sort of bruising that might indicate internal hemorrhaging?”

“Nothing so dire, Doctor.” Holmes drew a ragged breath. “It is considerably less serious than the little injuries I received from Gruner’s associates.”

So, likely no broken ribs this time, and the lack of confusion was a good sign. Holmes was certainly speaking more easily than he had been on that occasion. But still.

“I don’t like that you’ve been struck over the head again this soon,” Watson murmured, carefully sliding his fingers through Holmes’ hair. He soon encountered the bleeding cut, and pushed the hair back to better examine the wound. “Tell me how you feel, and do not conceal anything.”

Flinching away from Watson’s hand, Holmes gave a frustrated sigh. “Ow. I felt perfectly fine until you began prodding me.”

“Holmes.”

“A headache, but less severe than my migraines. No serious sensitivity to light. No nausea. No extreme fatigue.”

“Likely no concussion, then, but we will keep an eye on you.”

“I am quite certain that you will be endlessly hovering.” Holmes sounded dismayed at the concept. He did not like needing help with this sort of thing, and Watson had expected the protest. “You and Mrs. Hudson once she returns shall both wish to endlessly observe me.”

“I’m sure it’s horrifying to have people who care about you,” Watson said with a fair amount of sarcasm. He washed away the blood and bent closer, examining the cut on Holmes’ scalp. It was not too deep, just bleeding in the usual manner of head wounds. “Well, I don’t think you’re going to need stitches anywhere, so that’s an improvement over the last attack.”

“You see?” Holmes flashed another quick smile without opening his eyes. “I am perfectly all right.”

Watson rolled his eyes and returned to his work. He bandaged Holmes’ head first, putting plenty of linen across that deeper cut so that it would absorb the blood. Then he moved on to Holmes’ face. His left cheek was pressed against pillows, so Watson tended to the right side first.

“Can you turn at least partially onto your back?” he asked, smoothing damp hair off Holmes’ brow. “I need to clean the rest of your wounds.”

“I would rather sleep.”

“You are the one who asked me to tend to you, old man.”

With a grumble, Holmes turned over. He was moving more slowly than usual and winced as he did, but did not seem to have any difficulty with the motion. Certainly no serious injury concealed under his clothing, then.

Watson cleaned and disinfected the wounds on Holmes’ face, then turned his attention to his injured hands. They were trembling slightly, and Holmes drew a shaky, whimpering breath when Watson took them.

“Easy.” He turned Holmes’ hands, coaxing him to uncurl his fingers. “Easy, let me see.”

Holmes whimpered again, which was not entirely a surprise. He had always been more sensitive to pain in his hands, particularly as they tended to be a little achy and easily chilled. Sometimes more than a little achy. “I do not think I… have any serious injury there, Watson. I have simply driven my fists into a few too many opponents over the decades.”

“Mm.” Watson studied the bloody hands, then let out a sigh of relief. “Well, you have some swelling, a great deal of bruising, and some cuts. But I don’t think most of those blood is yours.”

“It is not mine,” Holmes said proudly.

“Did you win?”

“Of course I won, Watson!” Holmes gave him an indignant, offended look, as if he hadn’t been beaten and left for dead only a few months ago. “They were hardly worthy adversaries at all. Two common thieves who I somewhat accidentally startled. By the way, when you have finished prodding at me, could you assist me with something else?”

Watson glanced up from wrapping Holmes’ injured fingers. “Always.”

“Good old Watson.” Another smile crossed Holmes’ face, this one gentle and affectionate. “I delivered the thieves to a constable, but I have yet to provide a full account of the case. If I could perhaps dictate to you?”

“I would be honored.” After securing the bandages, Watson held Holmes’ hand in a careful grasp. “I do not want you doing anything taxing with your hands for a couple of days. You must rest them, and give them time to recover.”

Holmes sighed, but he nodded. “Very well. I shall certainly require your writing services, then, for I have a great many cases at present.”

Watson nodded, relieved. At least Holmes was not fighting him on this, and had not been seriously hurt again. He would recover easily, if he rested. “I shall be happy to do whatever I can.”

Closing his eyes, Holmes gingerly squeezed Watson’s hand. “I know.”

Instead of immediately beginning to dictate his account, though, he simply lapsed into a tired silence. Watson sat beside him, holding his bandaged hand.

Soon, it would be necessary to clean up, to wash away blood and collect the dirtied cloths. But not just yet. For the moment, they would simply rest together, and be grateful that this “little fight” had not led to more serious wounds.

[unholydeukae]

After blessing you with sweet, wholesome 2yoo, it's now time for steamy, messy Suayeon :)

(I hope you all like power bottom SuA)

It's been a whole four days since SuA has gotten some dick - which is a long time for her to go without sex, no matter if the person has a cock or not - and even though that was a really great session (she got to deepthroat Dami while JiU ate her out and later she and JiU made out while Dami kept switching between their holes until they were both leaking cum), she feels more than ready for some orgasms.

Contemplating which one of her members she should go to, she can hear someone rummaging in the kitchen. Immediately she shoots up from the couch, who dares to create chaos in her sacred- it's Siyeon. Sua is not entirely sure if she should be glad about that or not - at least it's not Yoohyeon, who kind of magically attracts disaster, but it's not like Siyeon is a master chef. More like the opposite, she once nearly killed the microwave because she left a spoon in the dish she wanted to heat up and Sua has stopped counting the amount of times she stood at the sink for hours, trying everything to clean up the burnt in food from the pot.

Right now, it looks like Siyeon tried to open a package of salt with SuA's biggest kitchen knife and the older one is quick to interfere.

"Hey, careful, give me that. Why do you need salt and why with my biggest knife?"

Siyeon looks at her in confusion, then looks at the package on the kitchen counter and back to SuA.

"I wanted to make a mug cake." - "With salt?"

Silence.

"I thought it was sugar, I didn't read what it says on the package."

Sua sighs. Then she suddenly has an idea.

"How about this: I'll make a nice mug cake for you and in return, you'll fuck me."

Siyeon seems even more confused now but nods slowly.

"Okay. But you know that you can always just ask for sex, right? You don't need to offer me anything in return, I would never say no to you."

Sua just grins.

"Great! I'll get to work."

Thanks to her amazing skills, not even five minutes later Siyeon holds the steaming mug cake in her hands. Hungrily, she shoves a big spoon full of dough into her mouth, only to let it fall back into the mug immediately. Cursing, she grabs a glass of water to cool her burned mouth. Sua laughs.

"It's literally steaming, don't be so greedy."

Siyeon pouts for a moment but decides that waiting a few more minutes would probably be a good idea.

"Come, let's watch something while you eat!"

Willingly, the younger girl lets herself be pulled to the living room where they sit down on the couch and turn on the TV. She clicks through the programs.

"What do you wanna watch?"

Sua only shrugs.

"I don't really care, maybe something light where we don't have to pay a ton of attention."

Nodding, Siyeon puts up a comedy show that they've both watched before and picks up her mug again. She's so focused on her food that she doesn't notice how Sua shifts around until she kneels in front of her and urges her to lift her hips. The younger girl obliges and immediately both her sweatpants and boxers are pulled down in one swift motion. Still chewing, she has a vague idea of what might be happening in a moment but she's completely soft still, no way Sua would-

She nearly chokes on her cake. Sua would, evidently. Since Siyeon is a shower, she can already feel the beginning of her unnie's throat. Coughing, she tries to regain her breath while Sua is already absorbed in sucking her dick, licking the shaft up and down, gripping the tip with her lips and running her tongue around it. One of her hands grabs her balls, massages them, pulls and lightly squeezes and Siyeon can't help but moan. She feels how blood shoots into her dick and it grows steadily.

The older girl feels it as well, the tip of the cock tickles her throat and she opens her mouth wider to take more of it inside. She's the queen of oral for a reason and doesn't shy away from keeping Siyeon as long and deep down her throat as possible. Feeling the tightness around her cock nearly makes the younger one choke again and even though she's still hungry, she decides the mug cake is the less important thing right now.

Pretending to be the one in charge, she lays a hand on SuA's head - well aware that she's just the passenger and Sua is in control of everything. If anyone (who's not a Dreamcatcher member) walked in on this scene, they'd think that Siyeon hardcore fucks SuA's throat, but little would they know that it's actually Sua who forces herself down on the cock again and again until spit and precum run out of her mouth and tears form in her eyes.

"Hey, hey... What was that about.. fuck.. being greedy earlier? You're the one.. ugh.. who can't get her mouth full enough now, god damn.."

SuA looks up and grins, her face certainly looks like someone had fun using it.

"I'm always greedy and you know it."

She wraps her hand around the cock, her fingers not even close to touching, so she uses her other hand as well. Slowly stroking up and down, Siyeon eyes her mug cake again, if Sua keeps that pace for a bit, she could-

No, she can't. The older girl lets go of her and starts stripping, but she doesn't only take her clothes off. Instead, she gives her a lap dance, sensually runs her hands over her own and Siyeon's body and the younger girl forgets about the mug cake nearly as fast as she remembered it. Like in trance, her eyes follow SuA, no matter how hard she tries, she can't take them off of her - not that she actually tries, but if she did, she wouldn't be able to.

Soon enough, Sua is completely naked and leans towards Siyeon, her boobs mere centimeters away from the younger one's face. Before she can touch them though, the girl turns away again and removes the sweatpants and boxers that were still pooling around Siyeon's ankles. Then she climbs on her lap.

"I would take that shirt off if I was you. I wouldn't want it to get stained."

With big eyes and both eyebrows raised, Siyeon takes off her t-shirt and bralette; she's not entirely sure why her clothes would get dirty from riding but decides to not ask any questions. At this point, she doesn't wanna postpone whatever is gonna happen any longer.

"Good, now scoot down a little, just so that your head can lay on the backrest."

Siyeon obliges and Sua smiles in a very self-satisfied way. Without another word she shuffles forward and suddenly, the younger girl understands. She lays her hands on her ass cheeks and pulls her towards her face, just in time with Sua gripping the backrest for more stability.

The moment when Siyeon's tongue touches the girl's dripping pussy, they both moan, although SuA's is definitely a lot louder. Siyeon greedily laps at her folds, enjoying her taste on her tongue but she's only able to do that for a few seconds before SuA starts taking over control. She rolls her hips against the girl, increases and decreases the pressure just the way she needs it.

"God, your tongue feels so good... Just.. stick it out, yeah? Let me... yeah, just like that, fuck-"

While she speaks, Siyeon already obeys and SuA's reaction is immediate. Her movements become rougher, she rubs herself against the girl as if her life depends on it. Tiny hands grab Siyeon's hair at the back of her head and she's pressed even deeper into the pussy that uses her solely for her own pleasure; the pain on her scalp goes nearly unnoticed in the wave of sensations that rolls over her.

SuA is usually a very vocal person and now it's no different. Every movement, every touch is accompanied by moans, whines, groans or curses and Siyeon is sure that it's just a matter of time until at least one of their members curiously walks into the living room. The grasp on her hair becomes stronger and a slightly sharp pain shoots through Siyeon's body. Trying her best to not cry out and keep her tongue where it is, she grips SuA's ass even stronger, accidentally pressing her nails into the soft skin.

The older girl yelps but increases her speed significantly and after a few very loud moans, her whole body shakes, the hand that had a grip on Siyeon's hair switches to squeezing her shoulder and after some last supporting licks on her throbbing clit, SuA slumps down against Siyeon. A few seconds of nothing but hard breathing from both sides.

"That was.. really good. Damn."

SuA shuffles backwards a bit to take a look at Siyeon. Her whole lower face glistens and her eyes sparkle - they always do when she's responsible for making one of the members feel good. Even though she technically didn't do the work this time but she at least provided the "tools". A sweet, almost careful kiss seems to confirm that she did a good job in helping Sua get off.

Still, it's Sua and her energetic self, so even a strong orgasm only calms her down for about a minute. Shifting around, she nearly kicks Siyeon's knee while trying to find a good position. Siyeon just lets her do her thing, she knows the dancer well enough to be aware that trying to help would only end in disaster, so she just sits and waits - waits, until suddenly a small hand grabs the base of her dick and Sua sinks down on it with a satisfied sigh.

"God, finally... Your dick feels so good inside me, it stretches me out so well."

Siyeon sharply breathes out through her nose. Every time they have sex, she's amazed by how easily Sua can take her dick to the hilt, even though she's so small and

"so.. tight, fuck..."

Only giving herself a moment to get used to the stretch, Sua places a kiss on Siyeon's cheek before she starts grinding. Her hips move expertly, stimulating the younger girl in all the right ways. Velvety walls have a firm grip on her cock before they loosen up again slightly, and it's a miracle to Siyeon how nearly every centimeter of her dick disappears in the tight pussy. The grinding slowly becomes more focused, pressure increases and Siyeon can't help but whimper quietly. If the older girl keeps doing that, it's only a matter of minutes until her pussy is filled to the brim with cum.

"I know you love to be deep inside me, I can feel you throbbing. Don't cum yet, I need you a bit longer - or if you do, make sure you can keep going!"

Siyeon groans. Her stamina is by far not as good as Dami's or Dongie's but technically she can cum and just keep going without feeling immediately overwhelmed or needing a refractory period - usually she can even cum a second time. But that doesn't mean that she's just as strong as before, more like the opposite. After she cums, she tends to be exhausted and drowsy and it takes a lot of discipline for her to not just cuddle the person she's with and fall asleep. But now here she is, inside the tightest person the world has to offer and knowing Sua, she's far from being done.

"No, I- I won't cum yet. Don't worry, I'll stay strong today."

Sua grins and pecks her lips before she grabs her boobs and plays with her own nipples.

"Good because I haven't even started yet."

And then she does. She wraps her arms around Siyeon's neck and slams her hips down. And again. And again. The pace is murderous, the slaps resound in the living room and Siyeon can feel the tingling start. Wetness drips down on her thighs, and it becomes hard to not immediately shoot her load. She bites her own cheek to hold on just a little longer, at least until Sua cums again.

The latter is surprisingly quiet. Her face is buried in Siyeon's neck, she can feel her breathe shakily against her skin. Finger nails dig into shoulder blades and it makes Siyeon remember that she has hands as well. She lays them on SuA's hips and tries to help her guide the movements. The breathing gets more ragged, SuA's hips stutter from time to time but Siyeon manages to guide her, even though she feels like she'll explode any second now.

Suddenly pain. Siyeon's shoulder hurts, even her shoulder blades, but she can't concentrate on it - the orgasm rolls over her like a wave, forcing her to fill the trembling girl's pussy up. Sua feels about the same, spasming and panting from the intensity of the orgasm that washes over her, unable to move anymore.

They stay like that for a moment, panting, satisfied but spent. Well, the satisfied part mostly goes to Sua - Siyeon is kind of confused and the drowsy state she's in doesn't help with understanding why her shoulder hurt right before she came. After a minute or two, Sua moves and carefully sits upright. With the cock still inside her, she hisses before she looks at Siyeon.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I'll get sanitizer and a bandaid in a moment, I think I broke your skin when I bit you."

A lightbulb lights up in Siyeon's head. That's where the sudden pain came from - SuA's orgasm was apparently strong enough that she didn't know how to handle it other than biting her shoulder and digging her fingers in her shoulder blades. The younger girl doesn't feel like she's bleeding though.

"Are you sure? It doesn't feel like it's open or bleeding..."

SuA leans forward and looks at the bite mark. She hums for a moment before she sits back again.

"You're right but I still feel like I could've handled it better."

Siyeon shakes her head.

"No, don't be sorry. That... Was actually pretty hot. I'm not sure if it was the bite or you cumming that sent me over the edge, but it definitely was not an issue. So.. lay down for me? Please?"

The older girl tilts her head in confusion but climbs off her lap and lays down on the couch. Siyeon groans when she slips out of the warm pussy, she's sure she could never get enough of that. The girl looks at Sua and lets her gaze wander, from her glowing face, down her breasts, her abs and... She can't help but dive in immediately. Seeing cum, her own cum slowly drip out of Sua, mixed with the girl's wetness must be one of the greatest sights of all time.

Greedily she licks up the liquid, moaning from the way it tastes. She makes sure to gather every drop, pushes her tongue as far as possible into the tight hole. Only then does she move up and draws light circles around SuA's clit. They both went quiet, only the slurping sounds and occasional sighs can be heard. Siyeon lays on her stomach but she can feel how her dick indeed skips the refractory period and presses against the couch. She looks up at SuA whose eyes are closed and decides it's worth a shot.

Carefully, to not interrupt her oral tasks, Siyeon turns on her side just enough that she can grab her cock with one hand. Slowly, she starts jerking off, always making sure to focus on the girl below her, but Sua notices nonetheless. She opens her eyes and grins.

"You're a needy girl, huh?"

The younger girl goes bright red and hides further in between SuA's legs. The latter laughs quietly.

"Don't worry, pretty thing, you were really helpful earlier. Go ahead, make yourself feel good."

Siyeon blushes even harder but continues stroking herself while she still traces patterns over SuA's clit. The latter sighs contentedly and starts to scratch Siyeon's head with her fingers. Being silently praised like that makes the girl put more focus on her unnie again, she increases the pressure on her clit and regularizes her movements.

Even though the second orgasm really took a toll on her, Sua feels equally relaxed and turned on - the sight of Siyeon pumping her dick that's dripping from both her wetness and her semen is definitely an arousing one. She watches her pleasure herself, observes how the girl moves her fingers up and down, how she increases the pressure on the shaft and decreases it on the tip while still licking her with such devotion... Sua can feel her orgasm build up. She knows it's not gonna be as earthshaking as before but when she reaches her climax, she can't help but cry out and grip Siyeon's hair a little harder. Little drops of wetness and cum run out of her pussy and Siyeon is quick to catch them with her tongue.

The girl looks up at her, clearly proud of herself, and Sua pets her head.

"Thank you for making me feel so good today, baby."

Siyeon blushes again, then lays her head on SuA's thighs and puts her attention towards her own pleasure. Her speed increases and she can't swallow a moan. The scent of arousal and sex in the air turns her on more than she wants to admit and the comfortable position on SuA's thighs makes it easy to let go. With a grunt, she cums, her dick throbbing in her hand and semen land on her fingers, her stomach and the couch. Sua makes grabby hands and Siyeon moves her arm towards her until the older girl can lick the cum off of her fingers.

Steps interrupt their moment. Steps, then a gasp and an indignant voice.

"You were fucking right now and here and didn't ask me to join? I haven't had dick in soooooo long!!!"

Clearly Gahyun. Sua opens her mouth but before she can say something, two more people enter the living room.

"Damn, I didn't know two days is 'sooooo long'. Sounds like I really have to work on my performance, if it's so easily forgettable."

"Maybe she will remember if she gets two dicks? I think we should try that, what do you think, Dami?"

"Yeah, you're right Dongie. Come on, Gahyunie, or do you wanna miss another opportunity? We could have enough fun without you as well, you know?"

Siyeon and Sua watch the short interaction with growing amusement. After the younger girls all left the room again, Siyeon turns her head back to her unnie.

"So... can I eat my mug cake now?"

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

SO ITS MY DICK BIRTHDAY yayy I have typical sexual organs now. Rip, I'm not special anymore but what can ya do

The cookies came out kinda weird, burnt a dick pretty bad, but the pussies are surprisingly well put together. I didn't have any extra cookie stuff to make a shork with a fat vagina so rip me I guess. And then my shitty cheesecake with a giant chocolate dick. I spent so much money on all these things lmao.

SO its tmi time babey. The following is an unnecessarily graphic documentation of me trying to figure what the fuck is going on with my clit that popped out of my lower pelvis area after not having one for 22 years

So up until about may 14ish of 2024, I did not have a clitoris. And by that, I mean I had a clitoral hood but there was nothing in there. Along with no clitoral shaft, or just like, anything outside of skin. I can say for sure this isn't something that happened later in life, and that I was definitely born like this because I've been uhhhhhh poking around down there since I was about 4. We lived in the country and had a lot of animals so the second I saw live birth I was like "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BABIES COME OUT OF THIS???" And basically would poke at in fascinated horror.

Anyway. My mom sorta refuses to agree that I didn't have a clit because she thinks she would've noticed that when I was a baby. But clearly you didn't.

For literally as long as I can remember (which is again, like 4) arousal has caused me moderate to severe pain in my lower abdomen. When I got older and was starting actually understand sex, everything I read/was told(cuz I did try to explain my discomfort and get answers from my mom) was that cumming felt like "tension" in your tummy/waist area, so I just assumed that in the many ways that I already am that I was broken and didn't like the thing everyone else liked.

Touching that whole section of my body hurt VERY BAD. Like, any amount of contact hurt. If I wore shorts too tight and it rubbed against me I was sore and hurting all day. I actually used to not wipe as a kid because it hurt so bad. (Honestly, the fact that I regularly complained about my vagina and insides hurting as a VERY YOUNG CHILD and not a single adult in my life thought that was worth looking into is kinda horrific. Especially considering the people I was around, and the fact that they KNEW I was around them.)

I didn't have a shaft, but I think I might have had a blood vessel, or like?? A tendon?? Idk what to call it but there was a very thin bit of internal structure that feels similar to the stuff in my wrist. That felt weird to touch. I wouldn't say it was "good", because it wasn't. But it was probably the closest I ever got to typical masturbation options. Not that I ever did it because it was uncomfortable and pointless.

I spent my teen years in a lot of physical pain, and embarrassment over this. I won't get into it just cuz this is about my dick not my childhood trauma, but I was very isolated and uhhhh horrifically robbed of adolescence and not being able to experience the Normal, and Completely Universal experience of masterbating as a teenager just felt like another part of my childhood being taken away from me. Or never given in the first place, I guess.

I never really opened up about it because the reaction I always got was "oh you're just doing it wrong. Do it the right way, and you'll be fine." And I'm sitting here like......I'm trying.....seriously I promise that I'm trying to do it in the Normal Way. But it never worked and I'd get upset and drop the subject. I think I've only really personally talked to maybe 3 people in my life about this.

Basically what I'd do it try to jerk off, go "that sucks" and forget about it for a few years and then try again, and cycle repeat.

And then all of a fucking sudden, my bits start hurting at work, and I go to the bathroom to try and like, wiggle my skin around because that sometimes helps the pain. ONLY TO FIND. A FUCKING LIL NUBBY GUY IN THERE.

I was sitting there, holding my pussy open in the bathroom stall like, "oh shit what the fuck is that????" ITS A FUCKINGJIFJGVJ CLIT whoo. Obvi, couldn't deal with that at work. But when I got home I went-ainvestigating.

The reason why I didn't realize I didn't have a clit is because 1: theres literally an entire section of the pussy wiki about how its not real. And I understand thats just a sexist bullshit thing but having that in the back of my head didn't help. And 2: most clits are fairly small and come in different sizes. I always assumed mine was just really tiny or something.

It was actually kinda gross, looking back now that I have one. Like....I just had an empty sack of skin with a open hole in it. That's so weird. Rip me not fucking tho, I could've bullied so many men because good luck finding the clit WHEN ITS NOT EVEN THERE.

So the thing that really freaked me out about SUDDENLY HAVING SEX ORGANS, was specifically the fact that it was bleeding. Not severely. But the skin around the hood was bloody, and it hurt pretty bad.

I did jerk off tho, even tho IT HURT. But I'd never in my life experienced anything resembling physical gratification so I was invested in Figuring This Shit Out Immediately.

I tried to tell my mom, because again, I was bleeding from my clit and genuinely so fucking scared and my mom called me "gross" for talking about masturbation and literally ran out of the house and didn't talk to me for about 4 days. (This is the same woman who told me how she lost her anal virginity on a air hockey table as a fun fact story time when I was 7. But sure. My medical emergency is just me being super gross and inappropriate.)

The next day, the pain got worse and the mild bleeding was still going on. And now, the clitoral shaft was starting to swell pretty severely. I didn't measure, and I have no real sense of scale cuz I'm stupid. But it got to about the width of my pointer and middle finger combined, and the thickness of about one finger. It was VERY uncomfortable and I was limping all day. But also like?? Felt sexually gratifying??? I think the swelling was almost internally stimulating. Idk. It was more uncomfortable than pleasurable.

I kinda just cried and panic googled for 2 days. Googles suggestion was that I have endo and cancer. Which like, maybe. Nothing was in line with my experience and it was largely useless.

By the time I went back to work the swelling had gone down and I was mostly fine walking. It was definitely very fucking sore and I had to be careful letting my thighs touch because ow. But it was fine.

And then soon after I started trying to jerk off and play catch up as a late bloomer(literally). For the first 3 months, I'd have heart palpitations after orgasms, and would feel extremely dizzy and sick the day after. This eventually went away, and I only get dizzy if I cum REALLY HARD instead of just any time after stimulation. Again, very scary and worrying but whatever. I think my body just needed to recalibrate and settle down with the new system.

I won't go graphic in the jerking off part, cuz this is more about my Weird Clit, but it's still like...uncomfortable even though its normal now. I think its just really sensitive or something, but touching it with my hands isn't exactly good and it takes like 3 hours for me to cum manually (which is what I'm calling non vibe based masturbation) I can't for the fuck of me tell you how this works out because I bought a $60 suction toy that has literally left my foreskin BRUISED and I'm having a great time, but I rub it with my finger and I'm like :(((( owie it doesn't feel good. Idk what the fucking logic is here.

Internal stimulation has never felt like anything to me. No amount of rubbing or curling my fingers did literally anything. It just felt like touching wet skin with the same sensitivity as like, my arm. NOW MY CERVIX ON THE OTHER HAND-

Anyway, this is another thing I think was somehow affected by my clit popping out for some reason. Because now it does feel like something? Its actually incredibly jarring. It's like if you touched you arm every day and felt nothing and then randomly you touched it and it felt like rubbing a nerve. Very weird. Fingers still do fuck all. The only way it feels "good" or "pleasurable" or whatever the fuck is if it's big enough to cause me a least a mild amount of pain. Masochism size queen goalllllsss.

Predick, the only orgasm I ever had was me bashing the fuck out of my cervix for about 40ish minutes straight, which didn't even feel good until I came. It freaked me the fuck out. I really didn't like how my vaginal muscles relaxes and I couldn't be tenses up. And I think I could literally feel my cervix dilate a little. It was very psychologically distressing and I cried after, and it didn't even feel good. Also it hurt my wrist.

I'm more normal about this now and I don't cry cuz it scares me anymore. I will say, that because I couldn't cum, and my clit was hiding, the only thing I could to deal with my physical frustration was essentially to tense the fuck out of my genitalia, and relax over and over. So I think I've been doing kegals semi regularly for the last decade or so. My pussy game is probably crazy not that I'm letting anyone in there.

I'm not exactly sure how this is connected, but predick if I was on my period and tried to do penetration, it wouldn't work because my vaginal canal was almost completely swollen up. I've had like, maybe 6 periods since my dick popped out(covid fucked my cycle) and I haven't had any internal swelling issues since.

My pussy also used to be stop sign red, and now is a more normal pink color. I wonder if maybe the lack of typical blood flow was causing issues, like a kinked up water hose kind of thing.

I think having my clit in the correct spot as basically allowed my body to relax and have a normal amount of sensitivity.

The on going theory I have for why arousal was causing me so much pain/discomfort, is because I think my clit was lodged somewhere with my other organs in my lower pelvis. Actually, I've come to associate really needing to pee with arousal, because the second I felt ANYTHING like that, I'd immediately need to go. Another thing I thought was normal because idk...like, squirting and also people saying you should pee after sex. I thought everything felt like that after and it was just part of the process. But my idea is that I think when my clit was getting engorged with arousal/blood flow, it was crushed and squished in the wrong spot and thus swelling and putting pressure on parts of my body that aren't supposed to ever be squished unless I'm like, fucking pregnant or have a tumor something.

I still kinda associate needing to piss with cumming?? Its easier to cum if I haven't gone first. I think my brain just thinks those two are the same kind of build up now cuz of how log those wires were crossed and fucked up. I don't identify as a piss kink person though. Stilllllll hate fluids.

And on top of all of that, I also have an atypical urethra!!!! Mine is located right above my vaginal opening, and is actually kinda apart of my thick ass g-spot(or whatever it is) pad that's practically obscuring my whole hole. I have accidentally sounded myself twice. I am in such a Wrong Hole situation. Its fine tho, it's definitely sensitive.

SO along with my dick popping out, I also got a noticeable boost in testosterone!!!

I noticed this the most with my eyebrows. I was made fun of a lot(by my parents??) for having really thin and barely there eyebrows my whole life. And then all of a sudden, I have to actually shave them off or really work to cover them if I want to do sfx makeup. Which wasn't a thing when I was 12. I have chest hair. Kinda. Not really? I have visible peach fuzz that I actually think is really cute. I have a LOT more viable peach fuzz on my upper lip, like a few full on hairs. Its not super distracting. I doubt other people really would notice unless they're really looking. It's just...odd? Different, I guess.

I also think my labia has gotten longer. At one point my mom sorta...bullied me? Into showing her my situation because I was getting so anxious about the pain when I was 15ish. She said I was weird for my short/lack of labia. And then said my clit was like that because I had an STD(I've never had sex, and her argument was that she gave me the STD accidentally by like...sitting on the same furniture as me??? Idk. Humiliating and unhelpful experience)

I sorta feel like I've mellowed out a LOT after my dick popped out. I'm wondering if I've basically had a really bad case of hormonal imbalance since I was 11 and hit puberty. I feel calmer and less weirded out by sex. Even tho I still practically think its disgusting. I hate fluids. I think maybe a lot of my sex repulsion might have been a brain thing where, arousal = horrible pain so avoid anything that triggers those reactions by overloading disgust. Like, when I was younger if I watched porn I would get UPSET about it. Now I'm just like, "ok" and move on cuz I don't really care about it lmao.

Anyway. I kinda think all this bullshit qualifies me as intersex. But also, I'm Normal™®© now cuz my shit seemed to work itself out. So maybe I used to be intersex? Idk. Female reproduction research is shit. I never found a good answer for what was wrong with me as a kid, and was left feeling very scared and isolated because literally no one understood it. A lot of intersex conditions aren't like....organs getting stuck in other spots I don't think. Or at the very least I couldn't find information about it. But I wanted to share my Scientific™ documentation and experience because this shit was terrifying and humiliating to go through my whole life and I'd like the information to be out there. Also I like over sharing.

And just for funsies my clit is almost at three cm, or basically one inch. If my measurements are remotely accurate, which its entirely possible its not. It is big tho.

Anyway thats it bbbyyyyeeee.

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