#usually he gives me the cold shoulder and ignores me because he's pissed that i left him

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

I think this might be my least favorite one I've written so far, but I actually wrote it so I'm calling it a win anyway.

Warnings for mention / descriptions of blood (Fictional!Matty accidentally cuts himself chopping vegetables) and a reference made to a past suicide attempt

4. Bright red

“Fuck!” Matty swore. He dropped the paring knife, and it clattered to the counter, then slipped off the cutting board and landed with a clang on the hardwood floor. “Shit,” he continued, tears welling in his eyes as he tucked his bleeding hand to his chest. He didn’t care that he was staining his white tee shirt with the fresh bright red blood that welled from the slice in the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“What’s wrong?” George asked, spinning around from the stove, his eyes widening at the commotion, at the bright red splatters on Matty’s white quartz countertop.

“I nicked myself,” Matty said, purposely not looking at the blood on the counter, he knew it wasn’t a bad cut but the shock of the sting had caused him to recoil in pain and surprise. Matty had always been squeamish and now even just looking at his own blood was making him feel light headed. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on breathing, a steady inhale and exhale. His hand felt like it had a pulse of its own now, throbbing painfully as his heart pumped more and more blood out of his body. 

“Let me see,” said George, stepping into Matty’s space and carefully pulling his hand away from his body, wincing at the blood staining his shirt, dripping down Matty’s hand. “Fuck,” said George, grabbing a wad of paper towels and pressing down on the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. 

“Is it bad? I didn’t think it was that bad?! Is it bad?!” Matty asked, the pain making him feel frantic, he didn’t want to look, he couldn’t look for himself. He tried to focus on the counter behind George, instead of the bright red splotch growing larger on the paper towel as he continued to bleed. They were going to have to throw away the bell pepper he had been slicing for the stir fry he thought hysterically, he had bled all over the vegetable. 

“It looked pretty deep,” said George, his voice sounding far away as Matty’s vision tunneled. He was no longer thirty four years old, standing in the kitchen with the love of his life, but sixteen in the bathtub, hands shaking as he tried and failed to end it all, bright red staining the white porcelain. His parents hard ripped out the tile in the bathroom after, replacing the bathtub with just a shower. 

“What does that fucking mean?” Matty asked, he needed to stop looking at the blood on the counter, but his vision felt spotty, and George’s worried face wasn’t providing any sort of comfort. 

“It means you might need stitches,” George said, “or to have it glued back together or something, I’m not sure I’m not a doctor.” 

“What about dinner?” Matty asked, his voice wavering. 

“We’ll get takeaway on the way back,” said George softly, putting his hand on Matty’s lower back to shepard him to the car. He paused, leaving Matty standing in the hallway to run back to the kitchen and turn off the stove.

“I’m sorry,” said Matty, still feeling woozy as he climbed into the passenger seat of his Audi. George pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“Accidents happen love,” he said softly, “let's just go get you all patched up.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3

[pyrodolls]

can you write sounding with one of the yan boys or ignoring them because of something?

GIVING SUPERFAN! AND STALKER! YANDERE BOYS THE COLD SHOULDER

warnings: obsessiveness, sfw, some slight su!c!de references, bayani is basically a servant and victor needs a therapist, just overall unhealthy behavior cuz they're yanderes. (i do not condone yanderes irl and this is for writing purposes) gender neutral reader, no use of y/n.

a/n: hey guys i just found out my best friend might be dating my ex bf (that made me hide in my house for a year) which is funny bc he told me "not to worry about her" while we were dating. and my birthday is in 2 hours so it's quite an unfortunate time to find out that they've apparently been dating for a few months. if it's true, then whatever LMFAOOO now she's gotta deal with him and it ain't my problem. also thanks for 1k followers, you guys are awesome!! sorry for not updating much, i just don't have a lot of motivation these days

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if you ignored bayani...

bro do you *want* him to jump off a cliff???

he is panicking. he is having a CRISIS

bayani lives to please you. if he's talking to you and you just ignored him for whatever reason, he would be heartbroken. absolutely crushed.

he would attempt to ask what's wrong, and fix it as soon as possible. as much as he enjoys being mistreated by you, he'd hate for you to be upset with him for an extended period of time.

his first instinct is to fix whatever he did wrong. he would automatically blame himself, even if it wasn't actually his fault.

he always seeks your love and validation. if you were to ignore him, he would literally sink into the floor and die.

if you forgive him and stop ignoring him, he would be overjoyed. and he'd be less clingy, and a lot more careful around you. he wouldn't want you to get mad at him ever again. that would be his worst nightmare. if you want him to return to his old self, let him know he can be clingy again. if you don't, he'll remain cautious around you for the rest of his life. he just wants you to be happy with him. he can hold himself back from showing too much affection if it means you'll approve of him.

if you ignored victor...

yeah no he's not having it lmao

he'd be so butthurt. and unlike bayani, victor would be very annoying and start hanging around you more. usually he lets you do the talking, or follows you around from a far distance. but if you started ignoring him, he'd become more talkative just to piss you off.

he hates being ordered around, so he's not gonna let you stop him from interacting with you. he's gonna keep talking to you and hanging around you no matter what.

it'd take about a week for him to get agitated. he'd wonder what he did wrong, and try to ignore his insecurities by pushing them on you. instead of drowning in his sorrow, he'd turn it into anger and blame you. you're the one being unreasonable, he did nothing wrong. of course he doesn't believe that, but that's what he would convince himself. he would rather take his anger out on you, the love of his life, rather than admit how unhappy he is with himself and how he treats others.

he'd find ways to punish you for your behavior. as much as he loves you, he won't accept any disrespect. he takes it as a huge blow to his (very fragile) ego.

BUT if you gave up and started talking to him again, he'd get a huge ego boost. of course you'd talk to him again, he's just irresistible! this was totally expected... even though he was crying in his bedroom every night wondering why you weren't talking to him and got very insecure, wondering what he did to make you mad at him. would he ever confess this, though? nope.

he's too prideful to admit that he missed your voice and attention, but he'd show how sorry he is by helping you with chores and work. if you bring it up, he'll say something along the lines of: "i'm not doing this because i'm sorry... i just think you weren't doing it right. i know how to do it better."

this insecure and bratty ass man child would rather sit naked on a hot grill than verbally say sorry lmao

[pedrisbanana]

pedri and joao threesome pls 🙏🏻💕 absolutely love everything u write

Their cum as lipgloss >...

Enjoy ����

Twice The Fun

You were squealing like a little school girl, when you opened your package. After removing the wrapping paper, the royal blue fabric greeted you. The polyester was soft between your fingers, when you took the shirt from the box. 

You smiled.

Another piece for your collection. Immediately after seeing the transfer announcement on his instagram, you went to the FC Chelsea website and placed your order. 

Scrunching your nose at the chemical smell, you cut the labels and put it in the washing machine. 20 Minutes and it will smell fresh as ever.

His jerseys held a special place in your closet, right behind your dresses and blouses. All of them neatly hung up on black coat hangers, sorted by club and season. You started collecting them long before meeting Pedri, who wasn't exactly fond of your little obsession with Chelsea's new striker starlet.

So when you sat on the couch two days later, watching Chelsea's Champions League match and Pedri came home from practice, he gave you a cold stare instead of the usual kiss. All because of that damn name on the back of the jersey.

"So you're a Chelsea fan now ?" Your boyfriend asked mockingly, sitting down next to you. 

You smirked. "Only until the end of the season, then I can watch him beat your ass in LaLiga again" 

"I should bend you over and give your ass a little beating for talking to me like that" Pedri replied, obviously pissed off.

"I really don't get why you're so jealous. I'm just a fan" you poked his chest playfully. 

"I'm not jealous! João Felix is a fucking arrogant asshole, who thinks he's the next Ronaldo just bc he scored a few goals. You shouldn't sit here, wearing his jersey." Pedri crossed his arms.

You decided to push his buttons a little more. "and yet he's there playing Champions League and you sit here, exhausted from extra training, because you disqualified from Europa League"

The midfielder rolled his eyes. "If he's so great then why aren't you there with him ? I bet you'd let him fuck you after the match, the way you're jumping up and down just because he hit the crossbar. Any 4th grader would've scored that." 

"If you had asked me in 2019 I'd tell you yes. I thought his braces were really hot" you admitted, focus back on the TV. 

Pedri laughed. "His braces ?" You joined in, glad he lightened his mood.

"What can I say I am obsessed" 

He looked at you, raising a brow. "So you're telling me you didn't think about it recently"

"If I say I did, will you get a pissed again ?" you nudged his shoulder.

You leaned close to his ear, not waiting for a reply. "Because I did, but don't worry, only when Barcelona played against Atletico. Twice the fun, right ?" 

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Teasing Pedri with João wasn't your best choice. You boyfriend had been acting annoyed all week and ignored your affectionate tries to lighten him up. You decided to surprise and apologize to him. 

Pedri had a new campaign photoshoot with Adidas today, meaning he would probably come home late. 

You dimmed the light in your shared bedroom and lit a few tea lights to set the mood. Pedri loved it when you wore lingerie and you had just found the right set on your shopping trip today. It came with a matching robe which wouldn't make you feel too naked. The color was a soft red, powdery and not to bright, complimenting your skin tone.

The thought of Pedri's lips teasing your skin as he slowly took the lace of your body made you shiver in delight. He wouldn't be able to resist you.

Putting on some light makeup, you heard the lock turning. You quickly applied some last layers of mascara and went to the hallway. 

You jumped into your boyfriends arms, pulling him into a heated kiss. His hands caught your waist under the robe caressing your hips. Your fingers caressed his cheek as you broke the kiss, staring into his deep brown eyes. 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you. I'm more obsessed with you than with João." you said, hoping he'd accept it. 

"Didn't sound like that when Pedri told me about it." a voice with familiar accent stated. You know that voice.

You let go of your boyfriend to see if your guess was right, but it couldn't be. You must be hallucinating. 

João Félix was standing in your hallway. He wore a beige oversized t-shirt with the logo of some designer brand and light ripped jeans. You looked back and forth between the Portuguese and Pedri. 

So many questions ran through your mind. 

"I wanted to apologize for being an asshole and Félix and I did the photoshoot together so I invited him to meet you since you love him so much." Pedri explained, pushing you a little towards João. 

"I- ummm. Hey." the blush that decorated your face and neck must make you look like a beet.

"Hey." João smiled at you and checked out your outfit. Realizing you were still only wearing the rather revealing set of underwear, you wrapped the robe around yourself. 

"I'll umm go change." The presence of João made you forget how to think properly.

"No need to. Red is my favourite color, but I'm sure you know that." João said teasingly, a smirk curling on his lips. His hand caught your arm, holding you from leaving.

You stopped in your tracks and you were sure you forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just flirt with you ? 

His grip on your arm was firm but soft. It made your whole body shiver. You turned your head to see Pedri's reaction. He must be fuming. 

To your surprise you're easily provoked sweetheart was watching the scenery without a hint of anger or annoyance. 

"You do look irresistible. What a nice surprise-" Pedri looked at João and winked. "- for both of us." 

You shot a confused look towards Pedri, about to ask what he was up to when he walked towards you. Trapped between the two footballers, you swallowed. 

"Isn't this what you dreamed about, princesa ? Twice the fun. Remember ?" His voice went straight to your core, soaking your panties. 

Of course you remembered. The thought of both Pedri and João touching you helped you fall asleep many nights, but that was it. Just a fantasy. 

João moved his hand to undo your robe. He slightly towered over you due to his height, lips almost touching your temple. You leaned into him, inviting him to go further. 

Pedri slipped his hand inside your panties. The pads of his fingers finding you wet and needy. 

If you thought about what was happening right now, you'd probably laugh, but you couldn't rationally think right now. João's and Pedri's hands on your body was all you could think about. 

João discarded your robe and opened your bra with a flick of his fingers. 

"You're so pretty." he whispered. His voice was drowned in arousal. 

You wanted to speak up, but he cupped your breasts and massaged them, which had you moaning instead. Your boyfriend started to kiss your neck. 

Somewhere between João teasing your now hardened nipples and Pedri having two fingers pumping in and out of you, the three of you ended up in the bedroom. 

You were sitting on the edge of the bed and watched as João took his shirt off. His skin was tan and his muscles defined. He sat next to you on the duvet and Pedri encouraged you to be more confident. 

João caressed your hair as you opened the fly of his jeans. His long fingers combed through the strands and he leaned back a little. His dark brown eyes watched you intensely. Your hand reached inside his boxers. 

He was hard and warm in your hand. The other found leverage on his knee. João let out a breathy moan when you started to move your hand up and down, spreading the precum leaking at the tip. His hand wrapped around yours to tighten your grip around him, teaching you how he'd like it. 

You moved your sitting position to kneel beside him on the bed. The wetness between your thighs felt sticky and you rotated your hips slightly to create some friction. 

"Put me inside your mouth, amor." The striker whispered, hand wrapped around the back of your neck. 

Strong hands pulled at your hips as you leaned down. Pedri's hand sneaked inside your panties again, finding your pulsing clit. 

You let spit run over João's tip, covering his shaft, before taking him. Teasing the head by tracing the small furrow on the underside with your tongue made him call out your name. You clenched your thighs. 

Your boyfriend pulled your legs apart with one hand, keeping them apart with one knee. Pedri kneeled behind you. His hips flush with your ass. He must've taken his pants off, because you felt his hot skin on yours.

João's other hand started to play with your hair again as he watched you take more of his cock. 

"That's perfect, take all of me." he praised you, slightly pushing your head down by the neck. He added just enough pressure to make you press yourself against Pedri's erection. The midfilder let go of your hip to play with one of your nipples. Pulling and twisting it, making it harder not to grind against him. 

Removing your hand from João's shaft, you grasped his shoulder. The hand on his knee moved to play with his balls. They were full and heavy and João thrust his hips up, making you gag. 

Tears formed in your eyes from the burning sensation in your throat. João found a fast pace with his hips, hitting the back off your throat repeatedly. You were on the edge with Pedri rubbing your sensitive spot. 

You came with tears and spit running from your face, still swallowing João's cock. 

Pedri pulled you up and João wiped your tears with his thumbs. Pedri held you to him and kissed your flushed cheek. 

"That was so hot, princesa. Can't wait to be inside of you." he said, lips warm against your face. 

João's warmth disappeared as he got up to take his pants off, but you stopped him. Reaching forward you pulled his jeans and briefs now all the way down. 

His thighs looked strong as he walked towards you. He turned to Pedri, asking him something in Portuguese which you didn't understand. Pedri laughed and nodded, replying. 

João went over to one of your drawers but before you could see what he did, Pedri pulled you into a kiss. His tongue massaged yours and his hand intertwined with yours. You reached under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his six pack. 

The midfielder broke the kiss to take his shirt off, only his boxers covering him now. You wanted to please him. He shouldn't have to watch you have fun with João, even though Pedri had encouraged all of this. 

"Lay down." he whispered and grabbed some pillows from the headboard. 

As you were getting comfortable, Pedri positioned one pillow beneath your head and one beneath your ass. His hands explored your body doing so, touches lingering longer than needed. It got you excited all over again. 

The bed dipped beside you as Joao came back. His hands travelled from your knees to the dip of your waist, spreading them in the motion. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them off you. His hand immediately cupped your exposed pussy and you bucked into him. 

He watched you squirm, lips slightly parted and moved to lay beside you. His lips left butterfly kisses on your shoulder, goosebumps erupting on your skin. Two of his long fingers entered you, making you arch into the pillows. 

After discarding his briefs, Pedri appeared on your other side. He whispered declarations of love into your neck. You felt something cold on your wet folds and hissed. João pulled his fingers out, spreading the cold liquid over your sensitive pussy, before moving them back inside. 

At least you thought so, but his digits only teased your entrance before guiding them lower. His middle finger teased the little ring of muscles, making you shriek in shock. He stopped.

Pedri caressed your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours. 

"I'll be careful. You'll like it if you relax." João mumbled against your shoulder. 

Your boyfriend moved his hands down your lower stomach to find you're prepared and dripping. He easily slid his fingers inside. 

"I'm here, mi vida. I've got you." Pedri said, curling his fingers. You cuddled into him. "We've got you." 

Pedri made you feel safe. 

João moved slightly atop of you. His free hand exploring your chest and his lips followed. When he teased your nipple with his tongue, he continued to massage your back entrance. 

This time you relaxed, enjoying the new sensations. The tip of his finger slipped inside as Pedri found your sweet spot inside of you. 

You felt your orgasm building up and Joao pressed further inside. He slowly started to move in and out, reaching hidden spots. 

The name on your lips was now his. He chuckled against your breast. "I told you you'll like it." 

Pedri circled your clit, wanting you to reach your peak. He had you clenching uncontrollably around him in seconds. João took the opportunity to slip a second finger inside of you. You barely even noticed it, being focused on the electricity making your body spasm. He bit down on your nipple. 

Now focusing on your other breast, he increased the pace of his fingers and Pedri, too, continued the play of his fingers. 

"Hermosa, you're a sight." Pedri moaned against your lips. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed. He looked so sexy when he was aroused, you almost started drooling.

João looked up at you from your chest, releasing your abused bud with a pop. "I think you're ready to take my cock now, amor." 

He cocked his eyebrow and smirked. Removing his fingers, he crawled next to you. Pedri guided you to lay on your side, facing him. Your boyfriend handed João the lube again. 

Your heart thumbed in your chest. You had never experienced this much pleasure. Pedri hooked your leg over his waist, pulling you closer. 

Finally you could feel his cock against you. You were impossibly wet, his tip immediately slipping inside, being pressed flush. 

Pedri fucked you in a static pace, enough to make you moan, but not enough to make you come. His face pressed into your chest, hands spreading your cheeks for João.

You clawed at Pedri's back, surely leaving bruises. Arching your back into him, he increased the speed of his hips. You barely even noticed João entering your backside. He felt big, too big to make this pleasurable, but these two had proved you wrong before. 

Guiding his cock further, he moaned your name into your neck. His hands held your hips in a vice grip. He filled you out completely, waiting for you to get used to the feeling. 

Your hand found his and he slightly intertwined your fingers, resting them on your hip. 

"You're doing so well, amor. Taking two cocks at the same time." João kissed your shoulder. 

You couldn't quite register what he said, your thoughts and feelings overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Your face felt sticky as you pressed it into the pillow. You didn't know if it was from the tears or the sweat. 

Pedri groaned into your chest as João started to move. They must feel each other pleasuring you. After a few thrusts the two synchronized each other. The sounds coming from your mouth were pure and raw desire. 

"This feels so good, makes me think we should invite him more often. What do you think, cariño ?" Pedri toyed with your nipple between his teeth, making you nod and scream out in pleasure. He never had a better idea.

João grinned against your neck and moved your joined hands to your middle. He let go of your fingers, but you trapped his hand in a vice grip. His fingers found your clit, drawing figure eights. 

The third orgasm of the night crashed over you in waves. It felt even better than the first two. 

Expecting the boys to come inside of you, you tried to move your hips, riding out your orgasm. 

They had other plans, as João carefully pulled out and detached himself from his hugging position against you. Pedri followed and slid up to the headboard. 

His crotch was now at level with your face, cock glistening with your juices. You felt João's hands guide you on all fours above Pedri, repositioning the pillow under your pelvis. 

João slipped inside your pussy with ease, filling you to the brim. You clenched around him greedily accepting his hard thrusts. His balls slapped against your throbbing clit. 

Pedri jerked his cock, guiding your head onto him by holding your hair in his hand at the back of your skull. Taking him fully, he moved the hand from his manhood to rest comfortably on the pillows behind his neck. 

Before you got to enjoy to blow your boyfriend, João released himself inside you. He pulled out, spilling some of his cum on your pussy and ass. 

This didn't bother you enough to stop sucking Pedri off. His cock was familiar between your lips and you knew exactly how to move to get him to lose control. 

João didn't let go of your hips. His fingers spread his cum over your core and found your clit again. The striker soon had you coming for a fourth time. 

The vibrating moans at the back of your throat, brought Pedri over the edge. He thrust his hips into your mouth until he was spent. His cum tasted salty, but nice. You liked swallowing him. 

Climbing off him, you laid on your back exhausted. Pedri turned to pull you into him. João left into the small attached bathroom. 

After getting a washcloth he kneeled between your thighs, softly cleaning you up. 

"If Pedri doesn't mind, I'd like to hear more about your little obsession with me, amor."

A/N: Finally I built up the confidence to post this!

Special love and thanks go to @pedrisgatorade & @simpingmyassoff who were so kind to read this over! You're the best!

I really hope you enjoy this and leave me a comment 💕🫣

Love you❤️

[prettyboykatsuki]

Fang can sae hear u rolling ur eyes over the phone too. Will he come home after and bend u over the counter before u can even remember u did it—

OUGHHSDKJHFSD .

yes in fact he can. and you know

he's a little more forgiving about you having some attitude with him over text. if he's on the phone with you or messaging you - he's probably overseas. and you're probably being short with him because you miss him.

sae's tolerant in general you know? patient. extraordinarily patient with you. it probably goes on for a couple days.

(and i do mean days. not weeks. not even a week. )

after three-ish days of you giving him the cold shoulder without reason or getting too short with him or rolling your eyes over the phone like he doesn't know all your mannerisms - he reaches his limit.

all of his press releases get a sudden delay and he's taking a jet home because he's not doing this with you while he's not even in the country you know

he catches you off guard for sure. he doesn't tell you anything or message. just checks your location to make sure you're at home before knocking on the door. you're wearing your home clothes.

when you open the door you're excited to see him for a split second. and sae almost thinks about forgiving this whole thing and spoiling you till your next flight. but it's back again before he can even say hello. you're frowning at him, asking him why he's home so early.

that's it for him usually. you don't know you're being that way but you are. so he sighs, nudges past you and puts his jacket up. lets you ask him a few times what he's doing there without reply.

and then he tells you to turn around and face the wall. put your hands there. or put them on the door and lean.

he only tells you once what he's there for. and that's after he's already cornered you, his chest over your back and his hand at your waistband and his voice in your ear.

"if you're upset about something, whine," and you freeze a little at how he says it. "you can cry and fuss. i don't care."

you almost want to say im sorry. almost. but you're stubborn to the very end which is something he loves about you as much as it pisses him off.

"but don't ignore me or brush me off," his voice is clear - stern and smooth. "because if you don't want to tell me whats wrong i'll just have to fix it in my own way."

[n0cturna1-m3]

Midnight Chatting | Bruce Wayne x Male Reader | Fluff

Fem/Minors DNI

Request; Too god damn long to put in. Here's the link.

Warnings; Bruce is a mediocre father, mention of anxiety attack, Damian Wayne and Bruce Wayne have autism (confirmed 😐🤞), insecurities, minor hurt/full comfort.

A/N; Slowly gettin through reqs... probably gonna do a few fluff/angst ones until I'm feelin up to doin a smut fic 😋

Synopsis; Some people have a knack for breaking through the hearts of cold people. Bruce is lucky enough to be in a committed relationship with one of these people.

1.9k words

It had been almost a year since Bruce had begun dating Y/N, a young man he met by coincidence. He worked at a coffee shop that Bruce frequented, and eventually, Y/N made the first move and asked him out on a date. It was likely one of the longest romantic relationships he had ever been in, and everything was moving smoothly.

Sure, the couple would bicker every once in a while, usually because of Bruce coming home bruised and battered, but they always managed to reconcile before it became heated.

Y/N started living with Bruce later in their relationship. It was a tedious process, mostly because Y/N had to be informed of Bruce’s vigilante duties. He was hesitant to believe Bruce, but his eyes gave away nothing but the truth. Y/N often worried for him, but Bruce managed to reassure him even after the most dangerous nights.

Bruce’s adopted children were cold towards him at first, save for Dick who was fond of him immediately and Jason whom he still hasn’t met. They would give him stern eyes, but eventually, they began warming up to the man.

Tim was the first to cave. He was frustrated with Bruce for leaving him out of a mission he had found a massive amount of information on, and he was angry about it. Tim sat in his room, sulking with his arms crossed over his chest in bed.

He wanted to ignore the knock on his door, telling the person to “leave him alone,” but Y/N pushed the door open anyway and sat on his bed. Tim glared at him and turned his head away.

“I know how it feels,” he said. Tim perked up, glancing at the man sitting at the end of his bed.

“How would you know?” he scoffed. But his mind was whirring with anticipation. He wanted to know how Y/N could possibly understand how he felt.

“What, you think Bruce hasn’t left me behind before? He’s a selfish little man child,” Y/N said, laughing slightly. Tim smiled but covered it up quickly. “It sucks to be left out when you work hard for something. I know it does.”

“It’s not the same.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not out fighting crime like you guys, but I am an adult and I have experienced this. What you’re feeling right now.”

“What am I feeling then?” Tim asked, furrowing his eyebrows. He wanted Y/N to stop patronising him. He was treating him like a child.

“You feel hurt, and left behind,” he said, looking into Tim’s eyes. “You feel abandoned.”

Tim’s throat tightened and he hung his head.

“It’s not fair that he gets to call all the shots,” Tim said, sniffling. He wiped his eyes before he could cry.

“No, it’s not.” Y/N moved up the bed to sit next to Tim and nudged his shoulder with his own. “But you can always come to me when you’re upset with him. He pisses me off too.”

Tim sniffled and looked up at Y/N with teary eyes.

“He does?”

“Of course!” Y/N laughed. “But I love him. He cares about me, and he cares about you, too. That’s what I like about him.”

Tim eyed Y/N before resting his head on Y/N’s chest and hugging him. Y/N held him close and squeezed him, stroking his hair with one hand.

“Thank you,” Tim whispered.

Damian was a more difficult task. He hated Bruce, he hated his brothers, and he hated Y/N. It seemed like he hated the world. Y/N could understand. The cards he had been dealt were unfortunate.

The straw that broke the camel's back, or Damian’s resolve for his burning hatred of Y/N, was something he hadn’t even expected.

Damian had been awake for too many hours, staring at the screen in front of him and sipping on coffee while trying to find any sort of evidence. Bruce was doing similarly beside him. Damian’s head ached, his eyes burned, and his patience was running thin.

Eventually that thinness broke. It snapped and Damien slammed his fists on the table, startling Bruce. Damian could practically feel everything around him in excruciating detail. Every sound, every smell, everything that touched his skin, it caused him pain.

He stood up and anxiously pushed his hair out of his face, desperately trying to get it off of his skin. Bruce stared at him in confusion. He had no idea what to do. Y/N rushed into the room after hearing the commotion and sighed at the sight.

“Damian,” he said softly. Damian turned to him and glared, hands still in his hair and pulling. “Come here, kid.”

Damian didn't know what to do. He felt an overwhelming emotion that he didn't understand, so he followed Y/N, who took one of his hands in his and held it.

He felt embarrassed. He felt like a toddler having a tantrum. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and his ears burned with anxiety. Y/N walked him to his room and opened the door.

“Sit down.”

Damian walked to his bed and sat on the edge, acutely aware of every step that Y/N took as he walked to the window and drew the curtains, causing the room to go black. Y/N grabbed a throw blanket that was laid messily on the floor. Damian always kicked it and the loose sheet off of his bed. He didn’t like how it rested on his body over his comforter. Y/N wrapped the blanket around him and crouched down to be eye level with him.

“I’ll be right back,” he said quietly.

Y/N left the room, closing the door behind him quietly, and left Damian alone. The silence was pleasant, the lack of light was appreciated, and when Y/N returned with a wet cloth that he placed over his eyes, he felt a wave of calm wash over him. He flopped back on the bed, Y/N readjusted the blanket and cloth again.

“I’ll come back in half an hour,” Y/N whispered before leaving Damian again.

He had never experienced this kind of treatment and care before, perhaps only from Alfred. But this was different. He felt like he had a real parent.

Sure, he had Bruce, but he wasn’t much of a father. Y/N cared for him deeply, he could tell. Maybe he was too hard on him, Damian thought as he sunk into the bed. He practically turned into goo with how limp he went.

When Y/N returned, Damian thanked him. Y/N smiled and told him that he was happy to help.

After that, both Tim and Damian would spend time with Y/N frequently. They would watch movies together, gossip about Bruce, eat together.

It was only when Damian asked Y/N to come with him to put him to bed after dinner that Bruce noticed. He followed the two and watched Y/N tuck him in and crouch by the side of his bed, speaking with him softly. It was too quiet for Bruce to hear, but from the smile on Damian’s face, he could tell that whatever it was made him happy.

Y/N stood up and turned off the light before leaving, giving Bruce a smile when he saw him.

“How the hell did you do that?” Bruce asked. Bruce rarely saw Damian smile. He was stern, like him.

“Do what?” Y/N asked, feigning ignorance.

“Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb with me,” he said with a small grin. Y/N laughed and ignored him, instead getting ready for bed.

The couple changed into their sleepwear, or lack thereof in one of their cases, and crawled into bed. Y/N assumed his position as the big spoon, wrapping one arm around Bruce with the other under his head.

Y/N fell asleep quickly. Bruce felt his warm breath on his neck and the calm beat of his heart against his back. He was almost asleep when he thought of Damian.

He was suddenly aware of the time that Tim and Damian would spend with Y/N and how happy they were in the past few months. It was Y/N that caused it. A small gesture that went far to make his boys open up to him. He was suddenly overwhelmed with adoration for his partner. He was getting along with his family. Although he hadn’t yet met Jason, Bruce was sure that Jason would like him, despite his disdain for Bruce.

Pride filled his chest, though it suddenly washed away. Y/N was perfect. He was too perfect. He was too good of a man to be living with a man like Bruce, someone so cold and oblivious. He wasn’t a good person. Y/N was a good person. He was an amazing person.

Bruce didn’t know that he had begun crying until Y/N kissed his neck and hugged him tighter.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked groggily. Bruce could still hear the sleep in his voice.

He wiped his eyes and took a shaky breath before saying, “It’s nothing.”

Y/N scoffed and sat up, pushing Bruce onto his back and looking down at him while holding his face in his hands. He leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“You don’t have to be ashamed to cry.”

Bruce’s pupils dilated, his blue eyes turning crystal as tears streamed down his face. Y/N pulled him up into a hug and held him tightly while combing his fingers through his jet black hair and murmuring ‘It’s okay’ into his ear.

Eventually Bruce calmed enough to talk to Y/N about it. He sat back against the headboard, Y/N doing the same beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Do you wanna talk to me about it?” he asked. Bruce took a deep breath.

“I think you’re too good for me,” Bruce said, turning his head to meet Y/N’s eyes. “You’re so kind, and you’re an amazing person, and you're so good with Tim and Damian, I just-” Bruce hiccuped and covered his eyes, rubbing them with a deep frown and furrowed eyebrows. “I feel like you should be with someone better.”

Y/N said nothing. He just pulled Bruce into his chest and kissed his hair while rubbing his back and holding the back of his neck.

“I know what I want, Bruce,” he said. Bruce listened keenly. “I love you, and I want you, and there's nothing more that I could ask other than to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Bruce looked up at him and huffed. Y/N smiled.

“I would come back to you a million lifetimes over.”

“Yeah, me too,” Bruce said. Y/N kissed his forehead and then his lips before wiping Bruce’s face with his hand.

“Can you sleep?” Y/N asked. Bruce nodded.

Y/N laid down again and Bruce faced him this time. He wrapped his legs around one of Y/N’s thighs and held on to him, burying his face in his neck and breathing in deeply. Y/N gently let his fingernails scratch Bruce’s back until he fell asleep, then letting his hand rest on his lower back.

His breaths were slow, and his heartbeat matched Y/N’s as they slotted together like puzzle pieces.

[wolfchanslover69]

The fight

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In which y/n has a fight with Chan.

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Pairing: Bang Chan x reader | slight angst with a happy ending

A/N: Hii guys, I hope you enjoy reading this oneshot, I know it's a bit short but I haven't had inspiration for a while. If I made any mistakes do tell me because I won't realise it :D.

Warning: Mentions of the word fuck.

Word count: 1,3k

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Great, it was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella with me. The whole day had been shitty, and this was like a cherry on top of a cake. I usually loved how calming rain was and how it would make me feel like a new person, but not today. Today it felt depressing, heavy, like it was just adding more weight on my shoulders, making me feel suffocated. All the times I had for the past few months been alone, stressed, and tired, came back all together, double the usual.

I stepped out of the office building, starting to walk rather fast to my nearest bus stop while trying not to slip on the wet ground. I hadn’t prepared for rain today and was wearing my everyday work heels and a thin trench coat. The coat got wet fast, and the coldness of the water got into my bones making me freeze. The bus stop wasn’t far away from the building, and as I heard it, I could see my bus driving past my stop. I halted my walking and stood there in the middle of the rain, angrily staring at the stop. Of course, it has to be today that I miss my bus when it’s heavily raining and I have heels in which I cannot walk home. I can already feel the pain starting to form on my feet. Even my toes were starting to feel numb.

I started walking home as there wasn’t anything else to do. I did not want to, and would not call my boyfriend, whom I was ignoring at the moment due to my anger for his behaviour lately. He had been busy doing god knows what for the last two months, and when I asked him about it, I would get an annoyed answer for me to stop questioning and bothering him. 

As I walk, I see cars drive past me; some of them intentionally drive into puddles of water to splash me even more. At some point, I hear a motorcycle nearing me. The sound of the too familiar engine makes me walk faster and ignore the sound.

“What are you doing in the rain?” I hear his voice but don’t want to show him any reaction. I keep walking, ignoring him with an angry frown on my face.

“Hey, baby, can you stop?” I hear him ask with a soft and slightly worried voice. I wanted to yell at him that I, in fact, do not want to stop. I still pretend to not hear him and keep my pace.

“Hey, c’mon y/n! You’ll get sick if you continue like this!” He sounds a bit annoyed this time.

I try to resist myself but give in at the end and stop my walking, turning to face him. He’s driving his motorcycle with his famous black and red leather jacket on. He looked handsome, but I wouldn’t admit it to him now when I’m still pissed off at how he talked to me when I was just trying to figure out if everything was okay. He didn't have his helmet on, so I could see his wet hair sticking to his forehead. I saw how his eyes were filled with worry but how he tried to cover it up with annoyance and anger.

“You haven’t answered me for days,” he matter-of-factly told me, but I knew it already.

“And I wonder why. It didn’t seem important to you for the past few months,” I snapped at him while turning around to keep walking. I huffed in annoyance, trying to get myself to calm down.

“Hey, that’s not fair! You know how my work is, so you can’t blame me for being busy!” He drove a little past me stopping right in front of me. I stared into his eyes while trying to walk past him, but he wouldn’t let me. Chris drove a bit forward, blocking my way completely, and took a hold of my arm.

“Can you fucking stop walking? I’m trying to talk to you,” he angrily told me. 

“Oh yeah, Christopher? But did you stop working when I tried to ask if everything was okay? No, so let the fuck go of me and let me walk.” I tried to shrug my arm away from his grip, but he wouldn’t let me.

“I’m sorry about it, but I can’t fucking help my job,” he angrily told me.

“Well, I don’t actually care if you are fucking sorry or not or if it’s your fucking job.” I knew I didn’t actually mean it, but I was just so frustrated and angry at him that I ended up taking it out on him.

 He still didn’t let go of my arm, and we spent a while breathing heavily and just staring at each other angrily. During this, I noticed that the rain had started pouring harder than before. I was starting to get really cold, and I soon noticed myself shaking from the cold. Chris seemed to notice this too as he let go of my arm and started to take off his leather jacket.

“Put this on, you are shaking from the rain.” He handed me his jacket. He had a tight-fitting, long-sleeved turtleneck underneath his jacket, but I knew it wouldn’t keep him warm.

“No, put it back on, you’ll get cold fast,”I tried to tell him, pushing his hand holding the jacket back towards him.

“No, baby, it’s okay. I know you get cold easier than me and have been in the rain longer than me, so please just take it.” He reasoned with me. 

I ended up giving up and took the jacket, putting it on. It felt weird to have a wet trench coat and, on top of it, a warm leather jacket. I knew by taking the jacket from him, I had silently agreed to go home with him, and maybe it was better like that. Chris offered me a helmet after I had put the jacket on.

“Hey, why don’t you have a helmet on?” I asked him. He averted my eyes, trying to hide away from my question.

“Uhh well, I may or may not have forgotten to put it on as I saw that it was heavily raining and got a feeling you were going to walk home…” I just stared at him in silence as he told me that. I know we just fought about the silliest thing ever, and we both could have acted like adults and talked this out, but the fact that he still was worried for me warmed my heart.

“You should put your spare helmet on then,” I told him with a calm and neutral voice as I didn’t want to fight anymore.

“No, I saved it for you. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he told me while turning his head slightly to the side.

“Well, I don’t want anything to happen to you either, you know,” I wanted him to understand my point and the reason why I had even been ignoring him; maybe this would make him realise it. We both were silent, and I started staring at my hands, which were covered with his jacket’s long sleeves. I didn’t want to talk about these kinds of topics anymore this evening.

“Now get on the bike; let’s get out of here,” he told me after a while, nudging his head to the seat behind him. I hummed as an answer as I threw my leg over the bike to sit behind him. I took a tight hold of him and hugged him from behind, trying to squeeze my gratitude into the hug. I may not say it at the moment as I’m still trying to act mad, but I am thankful for him.

“I love you, you know,” he told me silently.

“I love you too,” I answered him, knowing our fight was partly over.

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A/n: If you want to request something please do! (I don't write smut and do only Chan ff :])

[haesunflower]

if you're still taking requests, could you do a zb1 reaction to the members accidentally breaking something really special you gave them (such as like a first date gift, or smth that you saved up to buy for them)? thank u sm!!

how i imagine they would all interact lol

₊˚⊹♡.....zb1's reaction to their members accidentally breaking something you gave them .....₊˚⊹♡

pissed (externally) : ricky

rightfully so, ricky is so pissed when he finds out a member not only has borrowed something without permission but has also broken it. usually he has no problems with members using his things, but he doesn't lend the stuff that you specifically gift him, like the expensive watch you gave him for his birthday

so when he finds the broken watch, he takes a picture of it and sends it to the groupchat asking "who the fuck did this". when he finds out it's gyuvin he has to be physically restrained by gunwook, because he has half the mind to tackle him. yeah....they'll be ignoring each other for a while after that.

but gyuvin apologizes everyday and eventually ricky got sick of hearing it. he even contributes a little to the repair fee but only ricky can truly afford to repair it lol.

pissed (internally): hanbin

he wants to get mad but hanbin can't because he's the leader. he already warned the kids not to play soccer in the room because they might break something...and true enough, not even 30 seconds later, they accidentally knock over the vase you got him

they send over yujin to apologize on behalf of the team (because they think sending the youngest would soften the blow) but hanbin doesnt say anything, instead, he just sighs and excuses himself to go on a walk.

hao gets mad at gunwook, gyuvin, and yujin on hanbin's behalf. literally nagging like a mom when he says "see what happens when you don't listen!!"

cries: taerae & gyuvin

taerae is actually so devastated when he learns that the guitar that the members borrowed during their reality show broke, the strings came off and it can't be repaired. he calls you, tears in his eyes, about how the members didn't take care of the guitar you gifted him like he thought they would.

he would only speak to the members when spoken to, and when the cameras are on. otherwise, it's the cold shoulder....scary...

later on, he finds out that it wasn't handled properly by the staff and he got an apology from the manager. after that, he went back to normal with the members, even saying "sorry guys i thought it was your fault ehe" and gyuvin screams "i told you it wasn't us hyung!!"

as for gyuvin, he's doing the dishes with yujin when the younger member accidentally drops the mug you both made during your first pottery class together.

his face is frozen like 😀as yujin says "sorry hyung, it slipped from my hands" and for the record, he DOES feel bad about it okay

especially when gyuvin is crying to gunwook, who is patting him on the back when gyuvin dramatically says "how am i gonna tell y/n it's broken, she loves that thing". ricky is trying so hard not to laugh at gyuvin's crying face, so gunwook pushes him away telling him to go elsewhere

silent treatment: hao

hao doesn't even speak to any of the members once hanbin delivers the news that some of their pets have used the plushy you gave him as a chew toy. he likes to keep the mangled plushy on his bedside table as a reminder of his anger.

he's petty and only speaks to the members without pets. it takes a while for the other members to figure out that he's been mad and giving them the silent treatment.

in an attempt to be peacemaker, hanbin suggests for the members involved to find an exact replica as a replacement. lol goodluck because you bought that in another country.

makes his members fix it: gunwook & yujin

it's hanbin that softly delivers the news to gunwook that the sweater you made him has shrunk in the dryer and he's like "excuse me what did you say hyung" 😶

hanbin gets ahead of him and explains to him all the theories he has in order to reverse it. but gunwook is good at science and helps them figure it out anyways, he gets peace of mind that way

as for yujin (not romantic okay), your joint art project was sitting peacefully in his bedroom when jiwoong accidentally knocks a can of paint on it. yujin is scarily quiet when he says "you're going. to fix that. right hyung?" and jiwoong cooly responds with "yeah yeah i will don't worry kid"

but for once, he isn't confident over something and has to wake ricky up in the middle of the night and bribe him to help fix the art project. ricky sighs but gets his painting materials anyways.

doesn't make a big deal out of it: matthew & jiwoong

he knows it's an accident, so matthew is so chill about it. i mean he's a little sad that the picture frames you gave him got knocked over, but so did the rest of the pictures on display – after they decided to set up the PS5 in the living room. though, he does ask hanbin if he could tell ricky off or something, since it was his idea to set it up on the mantle.

the tasks spills over to hao (who can't do it), so it spills over to jiwoong (who also can't do it, since ricky helped him fix his mistake)

to put it simply, jiwoong is unbothered because you are unbothered. if you were mad about it, he would be mad too. but you were there when it happened, and you watched taerae and matthew bicker over the lyrics displayed on the ipad you gifted jiwoong

in the midst of their argument, the ipad drops on the floor, screen shattering. all jiwoong could do is look at you, carefully awaiting your reaction. your face is like 😦 then 🤭 before you say "damn guys that was expensive"

matthew and taerae are spilling apologies as they hand the broken ipad to jiwoong for him to examine, only for him to look them straight in the eye as he removes the broken tempered glass – returning the ipad to them, as good as new "be careful next time, will ya"

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[ghoulie-67-baby]

Disrespect- Wizarding world.

Summary: You’re tired and overwhelmed and in a serious bad mood, bu that doesnt mean you can take it out on Remus without punishment.

Warnings: Pet names, disrespectful behaviour, nudity, Sub & Dom dynamics, subspace, punishment, crying, spanking, little angsty.

Pairing: Wolfstar x GN!Reader.

Word count: 2,300.

"I'm just trying to help you, Bunny, it'll make it easier for you," Remus muttered mindlessly as he skimmed the pages of his book. I rolled my eyes and huffed out a breath before throwing my own potions book on the bed away from me, sour-faced.

"Y/N, watch your attitude." Sirius piped up, raising his eyebrow at me. I ignored him and buried my face in the blankets of Moony's bed. I knew the use of my name instead of a nickname was a serious warning rather than a passing comment but I wasn't in the mood for him to complain about my behaviour. I was stressed, overtired, overworked, overwhelmed and in need of an escape into my subspace but hadn't had the chance for a while.

"I'm just saying, if you don't get some work done now then you'll end up stressing and cramming all your work in at the last minute. You know I'm right Bun." I scoffed, lifting my head as I sat up and staring at the lycanthrope who looked rather surprised at me.

"I'm not a child Remus, I know how to manage myself." I shot back, glaring slightly as I hopped off the bed in a huff.

"Last warning Y/N, you won't be told again." I met Sirius' gaze, challenging him slightly with a scowl.

"Whatever," I knew I was being unreasonable but my bad mood had taken over completely. "Stop acting like you know everything Remus." That was my last word before I grabbed my bag and stormed out of their dorm and down to the black lake for some alone time.

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Two days had passed since I had spoken to Remus like crap and on the first day I didn't speak to either of them, knowing they were too pissed off, the second-day things seemed to have settled a little, speaking to me but not being as close and open as they usually were. The guilt of the situation had hit me hard and I scolded myself in my head every hour as I watched how Remmy had shut down a little, distancing himself. I had nested myself into bed at night in the girl's dorm, feeling unusually cold because my boys weren't cuddling me to sleep but I was also too stubborn and hated apologising.

Knowing if I didn't apologise it wouldn't be resolved, I had stashed myself way in their dorm room after my lessons so that when they got back from their lessons I would be there and I could bite back my stubbornness and say I was sorry to my boyfriends. I had planted myself in the middle of Remus' bed with my books around me, completing homework, so that I would be the first thing he saw when he walked in which meant he couldn't avoid me. I had changed out of my uniform shirt and gown into one of his shirts and the bottom half of my uniform to be more comfortable and mostly so I could smell him around me.

Just as I had predicted, Moony walked in first, laughing alongside Sirius, until his gaze fell upon mine and then the laughing stopped much to my disappointment; I loved the sound of his laugh. He walked over to his bed, placing his things on the bedside table before I caught his attention by holding my arms out for a hug. I knew he wouldn't deny me a hug even though he was mad. I wrapped my arms around him and cuddled into his neck, guilt setting in again when he kissed my cheek.

"How was your day Poppet?" I peeked over Remmy's shoulder at Siri, giving him a small, unsure smile.

"Boring and tiring, my head feels frazzled," I muttered, pouting slightly. Remus released me from the hug and continued to put all his things away, changing into sweatpants and a cardigan as he went. I watched with sad eyes as they flickered between the two marauders. I was staring at my hands in my lap as Remus came and sat on his bed, book in hand, and rested on the headboard. I crawled over to him, biting my lip unsurely before sitting beside him and waiting for him to look up.

"What do you need?" He raised an eyebrow but didn't look up, his voice was flat and void of emotion. I had really upset him this time. "You just gonna sit there watching hmm?" I shook my head and lifted up his chin so he would look at me.

"I wanted to say sorry Moony, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that and I know it was wrong." His eyes observed me the whole time as I fought the tremble of my lip. "I didn't mean what I said and I won't do it again. I know you're jus' trying to look after me." I played with his fingers as I spoke, a nervous feeling running through me at the thought of him not accepting the apology and hating me.

"Thank you for apologising Bun, I'm glad that you recognised your mistake and were able to be brave about it. I just care about you is all and I don't want you making yourself ill over work. Next time just listen if I advise you on something okay?" He soothed, his hand squeezing mine as I nodded at him. "Good." I smiled slightly, looking up at him. I knew this wouldn't be all, after all, I was due a punishment and was happy to take it, I had behaved badly after all.

"Y/N come on Poppet, the sooner this is over the sooner you can cuddle and rest." Sirius beckoned me over but not before Remus gave me a quick kiss on the lips, making me smile against him. I stood in front of Sirius as he made himself comfortable on the big armchair, my hands crossed in front of my lap. "Strip to your underwear Poppet." I did as I was told, not wanting to get in any more trouble but left my socks on to keep my toes warm. He nodded as I did and folded my uniform onto the chest at the end of his bed. Within seconds I was back in front of him and he had his hands on my hips. "Now, you know you have to be punished for your behaviour s'be a good Puppy and take what you're given, okay?" I let my eyes glance to Remmy on his bed who sat reading his book, letting Sirius get on with the task at hand. Siri began to pull me closer to him, so he could lay me across his lap but before he could I planted my feet firmly on the ground. The look of annoyance on his face unnerved me, making Remus look up at my defiance but I pouted at him sadly.

"Remmy, I'm sorry," I whispered, "Siri kisses?" My eyebrows furrowed as I bit my lip and tangled my fingers together.

"Of course Poppet." A grin spread on his face as he pulled me in for a kiss, being gentle and comforting as he brushed my hair behind my ear. He knew how on-edge punishments got me and was typically gentle unless he was in a terrorising kind of mood. "Now do as you're told and lay across m'lap, don't want more punishment than is needed do we?" The question was rhetorical and a warning at the same time so I wrapped my arms around his leg whilst I laid myself on his legs, face down.

I braced myself for the first swat as he rubbed my butt, running his fingers over my pale skin which we both knew wouldn't last long. My body tensed as his hand was removed and came down on my flesh with a crack. It wasn't the worst I'd had off him but I knew it would feel worse once my skin started to welt and become more sensitive. The second one came quickly after and I winced at the feeling, shifting uncomfortably until his free hand came to rest on my back, both comforting me and holding me still. I became more sensitive every time his hand came into contact with my ass, after trying to keep my eyes open the tears began to sting them and I squeezed them shut as I whimpered and winced at the pain, my body jolting with each hit.

It felt like I had laid there for hours as each swat followed on from the next, alternating between each side and different areas so it didn't do too much damage. My whimpers soon turned into little cries and then into full-grown sobs which I huffed out, gripping the material of Sirius' trousers as tears spilt over my cheeks and onto the fabric. I had given up wriggling around and trying to stay quiet, knowing it was pointless as my skin seared. Broken sobs filled the room as the spanking came to an end, leaving me with a welted ass, tear streaks everywhere and laboured breathing. Once he had finished, Sirius leaned down and pressed a small kiss to my sore skin, rubbing his thumb over my back in comfort.

"Okay, Poppet, all done now." He sat me up gently so my legs were on either side of his body, smiling at me as I whined when my skin pressed against his trouser material. There was the terrorising side of him, amused by my discomfort.

"All done?" I whimpered, rubbing my eyes as I hiccuped out more sobs.

"Yes Poppet, all done. You took it so well, like a good puppy." I nodded and fell forward onto his chest with a small huff in exhaustion as he soothed me. My hands shook as they curled into his hair, playing with the strands whilst Remmy wandered around the room to find something. I struggled to keep my eyes open as tiredness and headspace set in making me feel fuzzy and soft.

"Bunny, you have to let us put some cream on before you sleep, where do you want to lie." Remus appeared in front of me with a concerned look on his face. I opened my eyes as wide as I could, pouting at his statement but sitting up slowly. I tried to ignore the soreness of my skin as I did but the way the material rubbed against it made the tears appear once more. With an accompanying cry, I held my arms up at the lycanthrope, making grabby hands as he cooed at me. "Okay Bunny, I've got you little one." He recognised the signs of subspace and picked me up, holding me to his chest as I wrapped my legs around him. The two walked over to Remus' bed and sat down with me lying on Moony's chest so my backside was accessible. "Y'gonna let Pads put some aloe on Bunny, it'll help with the pain." I nodded, remembering the reason I had gotten myself into this mess and scooting up Remmy's chest to rest my head in the crook of his neck for my own comfort.

I hissed as the cold cream came into contact with my hot skin, soothing the red, hand-print-shaped welts as I tightened my grip on my Dom. Once in a while, a whimper escaped my throat and a kiss was pressed to my head or the small of my back as they both soothed me. The cream had been applied generously before they manoeuvred me into a loose pair of their boxers and left on Remmy's shirt. I clambered back onto Moony's lap and nuzzled into his chest, drawing patterns on his cardigan as he petted my head sweetly.

"You did so good for Pads today Bun, I'm so proud of you." His coos filled me with happiness and I sighed in relief.

"I thought y'both wouldn't want me anymore 'cause of the way I spoke to you Remmy," I muttered into his chest, fingers tightening in the material of his cardigan. "You do still want me right?"

"Hey little one, of course, we do, we'll always want you Y/N, a bit of bad behaviour because you've got a lot going on isn't going to change that." He lifted my head so I could look into his eyes as he spoke and I nodded, biting my lip. Sirius came to join us on the bed and sat beside Remmy leaning against the headboard.

"Don't ever think we don't want you Poppet," He chipped in, "We know it's difficult for you and sometimes you need something to help you relax or put you back in your place. There are times when you're gonna lash out but that doesn't mean we'll ever not want you." I giggled as he tickled my ribs gently, rolling his eyes playfully at Remus' warning look as if to tell him not to get me wound up when I needed to rest.

"Come on now Bunny, settle down and get some rest." Remmy laid me between the both when he noticed me rubbing my eyes with balled-up fists, yawning as my body started to shut down. I cuddled into Remus' side as I burrowed between them both, too tired to care about my skin rubbing against the material of the boxers lightly.

Night Remmy, Night Siri," I mumbled with closed eyes, smiling as a blanket was pulled over me and Sirius cuddled me from behind, careful of my butt. "Love you both so much."

"Goodnight Bunny." Remus soothed, kissing my head.

"We love you too, Poppet," Sirius added, kissing my shoulder.

And with that, I fell into the best sleep I'd had in the past week, glad I'd made up with the two most important people in my life.

[jinkicake]

Will you write jealousy hcs for Connie, jean, Eren, and armin (either they’re jealous or reader is jealous?)

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Reiner x Reader

A/N: Of course!!!! Let me know if you’d like me to write more for this!!! I love jealousy shit! I’m sorry but I also had to include Reiner like..... I just had to. This is also a good part of a zodiac ramble, sorry.

WC - 2.1k

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Armin Arlert

Let’s get one thing clear, Armin is a scorpio (!!!A WATER SIGN!!!). He needs to have you all to himself like he has to be your priority……

Armin is highly sensitive when it comes to his emotions and will get jealous very easily. He won’t show how he is feeling or act on it right away since he does have a level head on his shoulders but, he’ll 100% be feeling it. 

He can get jealous of anyone and everyone, he hates the idea of anyone but him being close to you. In a normal way (and possessive fun way heheh), Armin is very protective and will always have a watchful eye on you. It doesn’t matter if he is in a conversation with someone else or he’s working on something important, if you’re near him then he will immediately be distracted. Little glances will be thrown your way while he writes in his notebook or he might just move to sit next to you entirely. 

In the heat of the moment (when he is feeling his jealousy at its worst), he’ll act calm and unbothered but that can’t be further from the truth!!! Deep down, he’s fucking furious ((not at you -obvi- but the person approaching you)). In almost little time at all, he’ll find a way to remove you from whatever situation you’re in. 

Armin would even get jealous of Mikasa or Eren, not in a romantic way but in a you’re spending way too much time with your friends and he needs your attention way! He gets jealous soooooo easily and will turn into a big pouty mess because of it. Like yeah, he’s so fucking pissed that he’ll also need tons of affection fron you to soothe the ache he’s feeling kekekeke

On the other handddddd,,, when you get jealous,, Armin gets really nervous…. and anxious?

Like he wants nothing more than to fix the reason why you are feeling jealous. He’d hate to know that he made you feel that way,,,,

If it’s someone giving him too much attention, he puts a proper amount of distance between him and them. If his work has taken too much time away from you, he’ll set distinct time slots where he will spend with you. 

Armin is very sweet, a gentle boyfriend so he’ll be sure to make it up to you whenever you get all green and filled with envy!!

But also,,,,, there’s a part inside of him that swells up with pride at how possessive you are over him heheheh Scorpios love loyal s/os!!!!

Connie Springer

Connie,,,, fav bald-headed dumbass, is a male Taurus (and coming from one taurus, a male taurus is the reddest of flags that there is). He’s very stubborn and very perceptive about how he is feeling as soon as he feels it. Connie might pretend to laugh something off or act as if he doesn’t care about it but, that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

He doesn’t allow himself to get jealous. It’s almost like in his own stubbornness, he will push his feelings down because then he thinks he won’t have to deal with them. That method never works and he’s usually left with his stupid frustrations and sometimes gives you the cold shoulder while trying to figure out what to do with them. 

It’s like.. Connie is very clingy (not in a negative way!), and he enjoys being around you and hanging out with you. The two of you are always doing chores together and enjoying each other’s company. However, there will be a point when you start to recognize his clinginess as a sign of his jealousy. This can be seen when he doesn’t part from you ever even when you two have two different things that you each need to be doing. The moment he pulls away from this clinginess is when you have a problem!

As soon as the clingiest ends then comes the ignoring!!! It can be extremely difficult to deal with a petty!Connie but, as long as you keep a clear head and calmly ask him what is wrong and get to the bottom of his hurt feelings then it ends quickly. 

It’s best to get this feeling of anger out of the way quickly because when taurus become hurt, they will always remember that pain! 

Okay…. But when you get jealous, Connie thinks it is the funniest thing in the world. Not because you are upset or uncomfortable but because he can’t understand why you are feeling jealous, like, does he not prove time and time again his unconditional love for you?

He always spends his free time with you and makes sure to keep your needs and desires first in his mind. Your jealousy truly comes as a shock to him and, he might just laugh when you let him know how you feel. 

Howeverrrrr, he will very quickly apologize and make you feel better when he finds out how hurt you’ve been feeling. Taurus are very attentive and when a male taurus cares, he will make sure that you feel you’re very best.

Despite being a red flag, Connie is the greenest red flag ive ever seen!

Eren Jaeger

Oh…. Eren….. He’s fucking crazy. This man is literally a male Aries like…… be careful. Despite being driven and courageous, he’s also extremely desperate and lashes out when pushed to the edge. It’s very easy to tell when he is jealous since it happens so often. 

His type of jealousy is one that needs to be matched with patience. You have such a strong hold over him, unmatchable power, that he can’t fight no matter how hard he tries. He can’t help but want to make sure he’s the only significant factor in your life and he will monopolize all your time to ensure this (what a possessive thing). 

Howeverrrrrr don’t worryyyy, it is a good thing that Eren gets jealous because that means he really loves youuuuu~ And his intentions are relatively pure, okay?

There are times when he can be nonchalant, when Eren can swallow his bitter jealousy and just ignore you until it goes away. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t go away. If you get upset with him over this petty conflict, he’ll quickly come to his senses and beg for your forgiveness and attention. It’s like he’s all tough until he realizes that he’s made you upset LOL

Eren can be very sweet and genuine, you’ll never have to guess with him since he can be so easy to read (as long as you know him well), and he’ll always fiercely protect you no matter what. It’ll be easy to rest knowing you’re his first priority. 

UGH, but the other way around though…. When you get jealous, it sends his pride and ego through the roof like he will get so cocky and hideous (so hot) about it. 

Yes, it makes him feel good knowing that you’re getting protective of him and he finds it hot. Eren is a relatively simple creature, what can I say?

He’ll make sure to ease your jealousy, after he’s gotten a proper amount of it, and he doesn’t half-ass this either!!! In his own way, he’ll tease you and poke you just enough that you get mad but nothing too extreme. The second he notices that you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, he stops and grabs you in his arms. 

Your jealousy made him feel good and now, in return, he’s going to kiss your ass (literally).

If you ever feel like shit from getting jealous, just know that feeling won’t last long because Eren will most definitely make it up to you. 

Jean Kirstein

Jean is much like Eren, given that they’re both Aries. He’s hardworking and extremely caring but, also short-tempered. Fighting with someone explosive and stubborn like Jean is like lighting a match in the middle of an oil spill,, everything will go to shit quickly. It’s not like he wants to lash out at you or fight with you (because really, it’s the last thing he wants) but jealousy is such a wretched feeling and Jean has a very hard time controlling it. 

Yes, he gets jealous very easily and it is also very easy to tell when he is jealous. Jean gets loud and expressive, making sure that his voice booms so that you can hear him. If your attention isn’t on him then he will very quickly make it so that it is. 

Jean naturally gets jealous of anything but, can you blame him? He’s dramatic, he wants to be the center of your world! He will not stand another person giving you attention, it just rubs him the wrong way. Still, most of the time, Jean can ignore his jealousy and subdue it just long enough to get himself away from whoever is pissing him off.

It’s very easy to combat his jealousy, just as easy as it is for him to get jealous. Just give the fire sign attention, that’s it. A little extra affection always does the trick hehe. 

If you just stroke his arm and play with his hair for half of a second, Jean is instantly recovered and puffing his chest in the air like he wasn’t even jealous before. He’s a sweet thing, really,,,,

Oh… when you get jealous, it’s kind of a problem. Aries men are creatures of habit, they can do one thing or another while you can’t do either of the things….

If you’re jealous about something, there’s a good chance that Jean (if he’s swept up in the attention enough) won’t notice. You’ll have to confront him with your feelings and even then, he might just brush you off. 

Only if he can really see the hurt on your face or just how insecure you are feeling (which he can do easily since he kisses the ground you walk on) then he will stop exactly what he is doing. 

Like if he’s surrounded by cadets all gushing over him, he’s going to have a hard time pushing them away BUT, if he knows you are feeling jealous then he will shove them away with ease.

At the end of the day, your happiness is most important to him!! Always!

Reiner Braun

Reiner…. My sweet psychopath…. Is a Leo male, do I need to say anything more about this? (no? I don’t think I do?)

His jealousy can be a bit tedious since he tries his hardest to submerge the feeling but ends up getting choked by it. He doesn’t mean to, but, he might take the frustrations from his jealousy out on you. Not in any harsh way but, he might just ignore you and push you away just to make you push him back and fight him to prove how much you care about him…. Reiner is difficult, we all know this. 

Given, not just his sign, but his entire history and background, it is no surprise that Reiner is so protective of you. He cherishes you and loves you incredibly hard. 

He might not be the easiest to read but when he gets jealous it’s kinda in your face... He’ll hover around you, mildly snooping, as he asks you questions about what you’re doing or who you’re going to be with. Oh! You’re on the phone? Who are you talking to? Why do you have to talk to Eren? Reiner does this in such a smooth way that it comes across as him being curious (which he is) but, you can also see the twitch in his fingers at someone else having your attention. 

Luckily, his open wounds are easy to fix. A little reassurance goes a long way and can prevent a really big explosion of emotions. Stroke his ego a bit (and other places if you’d like) and let him know how much you adore him and love him,,,, Reiner really needs it-

Unlike the rest of these fools, despite being a fire sign, I can’t see Reiner entertaining your jealousy. If this man knows you are feeling upset and insecure, he will fix this the second he realizes it. 

Any doubt that you have, any fear lingering in your mind, will be squashed by his love and affection. There’s literally nothing Reiner can’t talk you out of, he always makes you feel content in your relationships. 

His favorite thing is to just hold you. When his words don’t work, he will always rely on his touch to make you melt into his arms. He’s so sweet when he’s not trying to k!ll everyone, ugh-

You’ll rarely get jealous with Reiner because he doesn’t ever do anything to make you jealous. He’ll never test your feelings or get too close to another person because you’re the only one for him. 

[lonelystczennie]

It's you

Doyoung x Reader

Summary: Doyoung's had feelings for you for years, what happens when he finally decides to tell you?

Word count: 700+

Warnings: mentions punching someone, mentions of hiding a body in a joke, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!(Also, I set this in winter because I think it suits Doyoung and also because it's hot AF outside rn)

Masterlist

Requests are open

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"Are you even listening to me?"

Doyoung blinked, refocusing his gaze on you. "Of course I am."

"What was I just saying then? You asked.

"How you couldn't stand how your professor rambles on about things that don't have anything to do with your assignments." He responded immediately, making you sit back in your chair, impressed.

Of course he was listening to you, he always listened to you, even when he acted like he wasn't just to piss you off. Doyoung couldn't ignore you even if he wanted to.

The two of you were sitting in the same cafe you met at every week, catching up on what was new in each other's lives as the windows fogged over from the frigid cold outside.

"Are you sure you wanna walk today? It's freezing." You asked.

"It's not that bad." He shrugged.

"You only say that because you're built like a furnace." You argued.

"I am not!" He retorted.

"You never get cold!"

"Yes I do!"

That was how it'd been between you since you'd met in school, non-stop bickering. You're friends had honestly thought you two hated each other at first, but that was just how you communicated. But heaven forbid someone else try something like that with one of you.

Doyoung still remembered the day thay you punched a dude nearly a foot taller than you in junior high because they'd called gim a dirty name. You'd gotten suspended for a week, and he'd basically sworn his undying loyalty to you.

You were one of the only people he felt truly safe and comfortable around and who didn't make him nervous. And despite all your teasing, you had always accepted him as he was. It was one of the many reasons he loved you.

Except he hadn't told you that, not yet at least.

You finished your drinks and made your way out into the cold, heading towards the park like usual. You tried to several times to start conversations about different subjects, but Doyoung's responses had become increasingly brief and distracted.

"Are you okay?" You finally asked, tilting your head at him.

" 'm fine, why?" He said.

"I don't know, you just seem... distant today, like you're somewhere else."

He sighed, his breaths forming small clouds in the air. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if it's bothering you." You said, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon, you know you can tell me anything. Do you need help hiding a body or something?"

He laughed. "No, It's nothing like that, it's... I like someone."

Your step faltered for a second in surprise before you recovered. "Really, you?"

"Mhm," He nodded. "But the thing is, I don't know how to tell them, or even if I should."

"You should definitely tell them, unless they're in a relationship or something already." You said. "Are they?"

"No, it's just kinda complicated." He explained, keeping his eyes down as you walked, fearing that if he looked at you, he'd lose his nerve. "I've know them for a long time."

"Do you think they'll like you back?"

"I think so, I hope so."

"Well, then you should go for it." You encouraged him.

"Really?" He shot you a quick look.

"Absolutely! If you really like this person, then you should give it a shot. I can't think of a person more deserving of a shot at that kind of happiness than you." You continued walking, but he stopped in the middle of path, taking a deep, shakey breath.

"It's you."

You froze mid-step, turning back slowly to stare at him as he stood, motionless, a few feet behind you.

"It's you." He repeated.

"Really?"

He nodded. "It always has been."

"Youngie." You said quietly, the childhood nickname sending a shudder through him as he closed his eyes, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him and failing.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way, but I-"

He hadn't heard your approaching footsteps, but he hyper aware of your hands catching hold of his face and pulling him down to connect his lips to yours.

For a moment, he stood frozen in shock, before relaxing against you, the warmth of you almost searing in comparison to the cold bite of the December air.

He slowly brought his arms up, finally able to wrap them around you, to keep you close even as you pulled away for air.

"I like you too, in case you didn't get it from that." You said, making him chuckle again.

"I got it." He said, smiling down at you till a sudden breeze drifts through, making him shiver. "You wanna head back now? It's cold."

"Eh, it's not that bad."

[theawkwardthing]

Short fanfic For :

Simon Riley x Reader (Female)

Warning NOT FOR UNDER AGE +21

Summary: you're Pregnant with Simon's Baby in one-night stand during mission to Russia

First time Wrighting this don't judge me :)

A Baby For Ghost                           

You're Probably Pregnant with His child it's been several weeks since you two... Played.. it was kinda weird Place to "Make Love" A Cave to be exact, But Everything got so difficult to process You are pregnant with the child of a man whose face you have not seen or know where he lives or anything about his past except his name, whose authenticity is difficult to verify so messed up situation..

ghost wasn't someone Romantic or anything, He likes dominance over you a lot of Rough kisses all over your neck.

He didn't let you take of his mask only showing his soft lips while he fucks you looking into your eyes.

Hovering over your delicious Body it was Hot, Wild Night on the last day before going Home you told him you wanted to go to this mission in Russia with him .

The man is silent most of time But his Eyes telling a story of a lost Boy everytime you staring at him.

he just keeps his focus on you you both Hated eachother but always there's this Burning Desire between you .

The mission in Russia is two-man job, ghost refused taking you with him He wanted someone else to go but soap and the other team mates were in a different mission.

Ghost was harsh with you in giving orders. He quarreled with Captain Price, refusing you to go with him. He didn't want someone to hold him back. And of course he's not a Newbie like you, but you want to prove your worth in front of him.

"Simon Ghost Riley, we're both in the same rank, and I'm coming with you! Oh, let me tell you something, Lieutenant, I came into the Army to die, not to call for civil protection."

He didn't move from his place. His eyes were just as cold. He stared at you for a few seconds, then he sighed in annoyance. He considered you like a pain in the ass "Stay behind me," he told you in his deep, hoarse voice.

He raised the cap of the military cloak over your head and wrapped it well, making sure that it was tied.

That's odd is did he just took care of you?

You don't know if it's an act of interest or he tried to suffocate you with ties around your neck and then backed away in the last second..

Absolutely, the snow here is falling like crazy, and it may exceed the usual normal degree, and it will not hold its terribly low temperature Freezing one slightly slip off this tight path and you're done..Gone with the wind.

you need to be careful oh goddamn overthinking made you slip a little bit of the cliff but ghost noticed on a quiet quick move he grabbed your arm pulling you into his muscular chest The military equipment hanging on the armor above his body almost smashed into your  nearly frozen face .

You heard a sharp Breath then looked into his burning eyes. fuck He's pissed almost crushing you're shoulders. You know he's clinging his teeth behind that skull mask but thank God on of the guards started to cough that asshole saved you from Ghost's Rage

[ I'm not good at fighting Scenes so I'll just ignore that part :) ]

The mission success was mostly because of you so when you both on the way returning to the base you gave him the victory stare so proud of yourself until you failed finding the way and lost the signal to the car you have to walk now in these frozen areas avoiding frozen ponds and all the dangerous places "there's a blizzard coming, you both have to find a good place to spend the night" price informed you the helicopter can't Reach you "copy that" he said.

Okay maybe apologize for what you did wasn't a good idea when you both walked into the cave and He heard you saying "sorry.. ghost" He was so fucking fast hitting you like he fights an enemy on your leg and you lost balance and fell on the ground damn he's so tall so fucking tall and huge man "damn woman! I told you not to come, didn't I !!" Screamed at you while sitting on your stomach not completely breaking you but he was heavy like hell his legs on each side of your body "I said I'm sorry, okay!" You shouted back "well sorry isn't going to solve our problem"

- what? Are you going to kill me now?

-How about a punishment..

-what?

- A Punishment, love. He whispered not Breaking the content between your eyes

Fuck fuck fuck what that look? Damn You feel Ghost approaching you, you feel his hot breath on your cheek and then towards your neck after he snatched you the military helmet from your head and left your hair lying on the ground.

For some reason, you didn't fight him. You wanted this too.

Since the first day, despite your hatred for him, there was a physical attraction between you, very intimate.

Cuffing your wrists above your head & ripped off your vest exposing your breasts good thing the cave was kinda warm or maybe the closer of your Bodies increased the Heat.

he covered your sight using a cloth didn't let you see him when he left his mask starts swirling His tongue around your right nipple making you shivering and moaning like a bitch "simon, please that's.."

He was too quick taking off your pants then shoving his fingers against your clit moving it rubbing your pussy in circle movements making you close your thighs almost reaching orgasm but then he stops "FUCKING HELL SIMON RILEY!" you screamed loud enough to echo your voice then you heard a chuckle an attractive one "that's my phrase" he said, your body aching, pounding, shivering .

Can't see him but feeling his large hands over your stomach then squeezing your breasts, his teeth baiting your nipples and sucking your neck kissing roughly leaving love marks, touching your pussy gently his deep voice hissing into your ears "do you want to come, Babygirl?" Taking off his upper shirt and vest throwing his military equipment oh that's muscular man shit never saw him naked before you didn't tell him you could see him because the cloth moved a little bit off your eyes seeing him Lowering his head between your thighs licking ur pussy gently. Feeling his unshaven Beard tingling you, He's so fucking Good at this your Body is shaking with desire

Fuck he's torturing you, he wants you to beg him everytime you reach the orgasm He stops "Not Now.. you have to beg.." said again sliding his finger inside your pussy making your back arch you inhaled this is too much too damn much you started to cry moaning his name "p-please ... simon.. please.. make me... c.."

-" say it.. what do you want?"

-" FUCK ME, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK!" Shit, you're gonna regret that embarrassing phrase..

Gosh, this man is a devil you can feel his stiffed warm cock on your thigh, his thick fingers didn't stop this time and you may explode this time on the very edge then he suprises you with huge cock inside your tight pussy grabbed your hips giving you time to get used to his big veiny dick size he groans, manly hot groans while moving inside you fucking you hard.

No protection no birth control only his bare cock hitting the insides of your pussy, he removed your gag and said "look at me" you are too shy now "EYES.. ON .. ME" Commands you what a dominant guy, crushing his mouth into your lips still his mask on except his lips surprisingly soft, hot, delicious lips tasting yours breathing near  your face looking into your eyes, touching his masked head "Simon.. come inside me.." and then he did you both did at the same time finally Reaching your orgasms you felt warm In lower belly.

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All the time he acted as if nothing had happened between you two, he regained the cold manner he used to treat you since the day you came and you didn't mention anything for five days.

Ghost likes to isolate himself from everyone and always stay in the shadows watching you with his piercing eyes to the point that you feel that he sees you naked in his bed even though you are at the meeting table where the rest of the team are chatting.

Soap loves to tell jokes, and there was a friendly attraction between you, so you always talk and sit next to each other all the time. Soap is an attractive man and any woman may fall in love with him immediately because of his cuteness and attractive Body ofc.

You didn't know about the existence of the monster that was dominated by anger and annoyance. Ghost was not ignoring you as you thought, but all the time his eyes were following you. He is ready to slit the throat of his best friend (Soap) if he dares to cross the boundaries of friendship. Ghost does not want to share you with another man, he considers you his property. It tracks your movements even when you are asleep.

[just4notherd4ydre4mer]

Sibling headcanons [1/3]

(you are here) -> PART 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Important note: To the person who requested this, I will be splitting this into 3 parts so its more doable... and bearable to read through. Sorry that just these two took so long :') Enjoy tho!

content: [gn!reader], [olderbrother!kageura], [olderbrother!ninomiya]

status: unedited/not proofread + requested

character(s): Masato Kageura, Masataka Ninomiya

warning(s): mild cursing. Uhhh... likely wont be proofread? I dont think they're too OOC, but Kageura might be...

extra: Masterlist

(reader is around 10 years younger in my mind but its written in a way where you can imagine the age gap as whatever)

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Masato Kageura:

Ur probably one of his favorite people tbh, if not THE favorite

Why?

because ur emotions towards him arent so prickly AT LEAST 60% of the time

Puts up w whatever antics you do and might go along with it

But also gets fed up w you so quickly

He's aggressively protective? Kind of.

Kage knows when you're upset w him due to his side effect

When he senses that, he usually does try to talk to you.

100% hates it when ur angry or upset towards him for more than a day.

He does his best to not have outbursts towards you

Always encourages you to stand up for yourself and gets absolutely pissed off if you dont.

He'll defend you despite that though

Will scold you when he's done

"Why're ya mad at me this time?!" He groaned in frustration, turning to face you.

The annoying, prickly sensation was crawling across his skin. He knew it was coming from you, the only other person in the room.

You glowered at him from your spot on the couch, right across the room from him.

"..."

"..."

Kageura gave you a narrowed eyed look of which you returned.

He apologized, "Alright, damn... Sorry for making a scene earlier."

"Good," you said.

Someone had bad mouthed you for outfit choice and the both of you had heard it. Kageura had expected you to at least give them a stern look but you didn't do anything. So, he stood up for you like a good big brother would.

Masataka Ninomiya:

He isn't as cold and arrogant towards you as he is to everyone else

But he is blunt and is still kind of an ass

Personally, I think he wouldnt be the best older brother, but also not the worst.

Would probably hurt ur feelings tbh LOL

and he'd mean it

If ur the type to friendly to everyone, it annoys him

He wont tell u tho (the one thing he wont bring up)

Ur still ur own person after all

Are u talented in something? Anything?

Ur not his sibling anymore /j

Ok but seriously, in his trivia it says he hates ppl with talent lmaooo

I have the feeling that if u are, he doesnt subject you to his opinion about that but always has that icy stare whenever he see's u doing whatever it is

You call him "Masa" and he doesnt care until you say it in front of someone, especially if they're from Border

In the end, ur his younger sibling and he treats you accordingly

Maybe buys you gifts for special occasions... but always gets u smth for ur birthday

Idk, he's just not the greatest sibling out there.

It was your birthday today. Everyone had wished you a happy one throughout the day. Well, everyone besides your own brother. But what could you do? It was the Masataka Ninomiya after all.

After his shift at Border, he dropped by your room. Usually an unexpected thing, but he seemed to remember that he had a younger sibling when it was your birthday.

"Here," he said with his normal blunt tone.

You didnt question him and simply took the item (pretend it's smth you've wanted for a while now). It wasnt even wrapped up...

After silently swallowing your subtle displeasure, you were thankful in the end, "Thanks Masa."

He ignored this nickname and began to walk out.

"Dinner's ready," he said from over his shoulder.

You suddenly couldn't help but wonder what his reaction was when he found out he was going to have a younger sibling. An amusing thought crossed your mind. It would've been really funny if he had actually made a face of worry or discontent. You were definitely going to bring it up to your parents during dinner.

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to be continued...

word count: dont feel like looking

start: 7/04/23

finish: 7/09/23

a/n: gonna be honest. just these two should NOT have taken this long. the procrastination is hitting me... I PROMISE PT2 AND 3 WILL BE OUT SOON... <3

[fever-dream-central]

Dally winston and those brown eyes

disclaimer i have never written before ignore all punctuation mistakes pls

there will be a part 2 so check my account

I had always been apart of the gang and was like a younger sister to all of them, well ponyboy did have a crush on me but i dont see him that way. Dally on the other hand was my unrequited crush, it was those brown eyes of his. ive always been close to them but since i got into a fight with them about how im not there younger sister and they cant tell me how to live my life which especially pissed off darry who told me that if i wasnt going to respect him then to not come back, since then ive avoided them like the plague, two bit and steve have tried to talk to me but i think i just need some space from all of them. which is how i got into this situation usually the socs wouldnt mess with me all that much because i was all ways surrounded by intimidating looking guys but now that i was alone i was free game. I could hold my own in a fight and i carried a blade but against 3 socs i didnt stand a chance. I was on the monkey bars at the park when they pulled up in a blue mustang whistling and hollering “HEY this is greaser territory” i said loudly while hopping off the bars. they just looked at me while i clutched my blade and contemplated running “so, what are you gonna do about it? Nothing because your just a little grease girl all by her lonesome” they all laughed and hopped out of the car and made a grab at me. I backed up and started to run when one of them grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back. I turned around so fast and whipped the blade infront of me “back off white trash” i said they just laughed “get her” one grabbed me from behind so i swung my head up and knocked him hard in the teeth and twisted out of his grasp the second one retaliated and punched me hard in the jaw i fell back hard on the ground. Before i could pull my self up they were on me, one hovered over me “DALLY” i tried to scream but his hand covered my mouth so i bit down on his grimy hand i tasted blood. He screamed and slapped me so hard i saw stars he jumked up and all of them started kicking me i couldent even scream i was in do much pain. They stopped kicking and holled me up and one grabbed my cheeks a harshly “this greaser is looking kindy greasy why dont we give her a bath boys” then they started pulling me towards the fountain “ DARRY, TWO BIT ANYONE!! They shoved my head under the water laughing i kicked and screamed slapping at there arms, i must have hit one hard because they hit my head on the edge of fountain, blood clouded the water. I went limp in pain and i think they panicked thinking they killed me so they let go and piled into the car and drove off fast. I spluttered harshly blood streaming into my eyes. Flopping onto the ground jarring my bruised ribs, my head hurt so bad. I was groaning in pain. I would have probably stayed there all night but it was cold and i didnt want to die so i slowly crawled into a sitting position spitting blood and crying. I grabbed the wet edge of the fountain and tryed to get up, i doubled over in pain. I slowly stood up straight and started hobbling my way to the curtis house. I couldn't go home or i would get beaten worse. I was standing outside the house breathing hard, i was still bleeding from my head but it had slowed, i braced my self for a lecture and walked up the steps. I pushed open the screen door seeing the whole gang chilling in the living room, all of them looked at me, eyes widened before they rushed to me two bit saying “what the hell happened to you! Socs was all i responded with pony boy looked at me scared well darry and dally were barrating me with “WHY WERE U WALKING ALONE, WHO WAS IT. Dally grabbed my shoulder gently while darry still going off looked at me with eyes filled with a mix of worry and anger not aimed at me though. Steve went and got the first aid kit, dally took it without question and told everyone to back off he wiped the blood around my face looking intently at the wound “head wound always look worse then they are” i said trying to make them all feel better. I got cleaned up and put on a shirt i had left here And fell asleep on the couch.

[electricbluebutterflies]

Kabby + "We need to get you out of those wet clothes. Can you sit up?"

Grayspace funsies as usual, PG13ish for language and (implied but plot-relevant) nonsexual nudity, also on ao3.

She’s going to kill him.

This is not an unfamiliar thought, but the motivation behind it is… different now than it has been for the past few decades, to put it tactfully. Abby is used to Marcus being a difficult person and making her life a living hell for his own amusement; the fun new detail is that lately it hasn’t seemed intentional and-

She may not have to kill him. His own fantastically questionable life choices are probably going to beat him to it.

She can understand some of them, at least, the learning curve of being in an environment that cannot be controlled and is hard to even predict – the weather models they’d had on the Ark are a hundred years out of date and of course that’s the most archaic part of their systems – but there is a level of self-preservation instincts that she’s come to suspect that her counterpart does not have and-

She shouldn’t be so mad at him for getting stuck outdoors in a torrential rainstorm, but frustration has been her default setting towards him since they were children and why change that now and-

“We need to get you out of those wet clothes,” she mutters, not bothering to mute whatever emotions may come through in her voice.

It’s not the fact that instead of looking for shelter he decided the right thing to do, caught in sudden rainfall in the middle of a patrol he shouldn’t have been out on in the first place but that’s another issue they can deal with later, was to come right back home and walk several miles in it. It’s the fact that he decided to make this brilliant decision her problem.

This is not, unfortunately, the first time in recent memory she’s ordered him to strip. If anything, it’s the most benign. She doubts he’s intentionally hiding any injuries from her this time, which feels like progress somehow, but she’s never really sure with that man and-

“Help?”

Oh, fuck him.

There’s just something pathetic about his current physical condition, something that a certain part of her finds deeply satisfying, how much water it takes to soak through a guard jacket and the different colors of his hair and beard and-

Focus. Do not make this worse than it already is.

“You owe me,” she hisses as she moves closer and starts undoing the damn jacket. Soaked through as she suspected, and under it his skin feels cold and-

“Something wrong?”

Her hands have paused on his shoulders and he’s giving her one of those worried looks she wished he hadn’t learned recently and-

“You’re going to need to completely undress.”

“Whatever you say.”

“You pick now to be cooperative?”

“Whatever you’re pissed off about-“

“How many of your bad decisions do you actually want to-“

“Like you care.”

She’d hit him if she thought it would get a reaction, but even that probably wouldn’t work and-

“You are currently dripping wet in our office, having cleared I don’t even know how much distance in that condition, and you don’t even seem to think anything’s wrong with that and-“

“You would worry if I didn’t come back on time.”

“This is better?!”

“Then whatever drastic shit you’d do in panic mode? Yes.”

They are wasting time they don’t really have, and Abby decides to ignore her mood for a moment and focus on trying to get his shirt off him and good grief she’s seen all of this more times than she wanted to recently but touch is another issue entirely and-

Her daydreams are going to be that much more vivid now. Dammit.

“You’re taking off your own pants,” she mutters. “I’m not-“

“You’re still going to watch.”

“Yes, because you like to not tell me when you get clawed by-“

“That happened once.”

“Once is enough.”

Their fights don’t go as far as they used to, she thinks as she stands back and… she’s not looking more than she has to, but she’s still looking, and she can map how he acquired almost every scar and-

“I shouldn’t have-“

“I don’t stay mad at you anymore. And you’re not bleeding, so-“

She hands him the couch blanket, and it’s easier to make eye contact now, and-

“You’re still worried.”

“You’re still a stubborn suicidal idiot.”

“Fair. So what now?”

“You’re stuck on the couch for the next hour or so until I decide you’re probably not going to freeze from the inside out, and you don’t do that shit again, and-“

“No promises.”

She expects nothing less.

[pacifymebby]

if you’re feeling sinister / chapter two

We lingered on the edge of the football field until well after 6th period had finished and there was no need to hide out behind the goal posts to smoke our weed because everyone else had already left and gone home for the evening.

"Come on its gettin cold... whos comin round mine? Got the new resident evil... It'll be a scream," grinned Van pulling a face, ever the clown as he tried to chastise Mia into joining us for once.

"Give over you know I hate those games," she said with a small smile, shying away from Van and Larry as they crowded her, one on either side, jostling her with their elbows like they were playing piggy in the middle and she was the ball.

"Leave her alone dickheads," giggled Suki tripping Larry up so that he went tripping and stumbling into a bin.

There was a chorus of cheers from the others then, even Bob who had been quiet all afternoon was laughing and grinning along.

"I don't wanna watch yous playing your shitty video games and screamin like little babies and thats final..." Mia crossed her arms over her chest, stopping at the foot of her driveway. Her and her older brother Benji lived closest to the school in one of the semi's on the main road. It was one of the nicer houses in our shitty coastal town and though we never usually stopped over anywhere other than Van's, what I'd seen of Benji and Mias place was lovely, homely in a way I'd only known for a slither of time whilst I was living with my gran.

"Fine fine, be a loser..." sneered Larry, "chicken shit..."

"Wanker," grinned Mia her smile popping as she made a leud hand gesture at him before sticking him the finger.

"Oi Mia, tell your brother he'd better have shifted that cold by the weekend we've got a gig to prepare for!"

"Whatever Van!" she shouted back not bothering to turn over her shoulder to look at us as she unlocked the front door and disappeared inside.

"Calm down lid you know he's not even sick he's just skyving.." smirked Bob.

"Aye he's sick alright," sniggered Larry, "love sick.." he giggled, Van chorusing him as they started sniggering together, only quieting down when Suki shoved them both from behind.

"Your best pals had his heart broke an you're takin the piss... Pair of tossers," she scowled, "not surprised he's ditchin your stupid practices like..."

"Ooo touched a nerve?" giggled Van, never knowing when to quit. They were both a pair together him and Larry, when it came to taking things too far.

"Shut up," she sneered back snatching at Bondys sleeve to pull him back into step with her so that she'd have at least one of the lads onside.

"Ignore em love, if they wanna behave like children just you let em carry on..." he yawned vaguely shooing them away as he draped his arm around Sukis shoulders and I felt myself shiver feeling suddenly colder.

"I'll come watch you play your shitty video games Van," I sighed knocking into him, hoping he would do as Bondy had done to Suki, but he didn't.  

"You live with me lass, you don't have a choice..."

"I do too!" I cried getting idignant when he contradicted me and asked where I was going to go if I didnt end up back at his. "I could go to Suki's for one, or Larry's or Mia's or Bobs or Johnnys!"

"Ah well Titch you see thats the problem see cause I for one am desperately excited to watch Van get himself ripped to pieces by zombies y'see..." cut in Johnny with a lazy smile.

"Yeah," hummed Suki, "me too..." she turned over her shoulder to smile at me as her fingers danced over the crusifix she wore around her neck.

Instinctively I did the same, my fingers counting the beads on my rosary, the cross hanging weighted somewhere beneath my school shirt out of sight.

I wondered what my new therapist would have thought of that. The hippies daughter turned devotee of christ. I wondered what conclusions she would have drawn from that. She'd have had a field day if she'd had me and Suki in the room together... That was how we'd met. Why she'd ended up straying from her grandparents country house into the throngs of our misfit group of friends.

"Me three," added Larry so that Bob was my only remaining option, and the poor lad could only shrug and apologise and tell us he had to duck out too because he had a drum lesson and several exams coming up soon.

So I was forced to relent, let out a dramatic sigh and fall back into step beside my best friend. Van knocked my elbow with his as we walked in time, his cheeky grin relentless.

"Don't lie theres no way you'd rather spend your night with anyone else," he said scowling when I shrugged him off.

"Sure."

But it was true, really, and we both knew that.

I'd known Van since I was a youngen, our parents had been friends because his parents had been pretty bohemian back in their prime too. The only difference was, where my mother had joined a convent in the valley woodlands a couple miles from town, Van's parents had brought a camper and explored Australia and Europe.

When my parents had died his mam had offered to take me in but my gran had been there, maternal and possesive and so I hadn't fallen into Mary's care until last year. When my gran had died there'd been no other option, Van's family already felt like my family. Their b&b was the only place I wanted to go.

The rest of our group had formed around Van and the band. Benji, Bob, Larry and Johnny had been playing shitty indie rock in Benjis garage since they were 12 years old. Johnny being older had been a useful friend to make because he was the first to get a fake ID, the only reliable source of cigs and drinks, and also the only way Van managed to convince the music department at school to trust him in their cramped little recording studio. Larry and Van had known eachother since they were toddlers. Benji and Bob had grown up one street away from eachother. Benji, Van and Bondy had all played on the same footie team.

Their lives had always been overlapping, they'd always been friends.

Mia was Benjis little sister and, having been forced to babysit her one too many Thursday evenings when he was supposed to be rehearsing with the lads, had started dragging her with him. A happy accidental friendship forming between us, a solidarity because we both knew what it was like to have to put up with the older lads teasing and taking the piss out of us.

And then Suki. Suki had been born on the convent too but after a few years her mum had decided that the bohemian lifestyle wasn't for her and had retreated, baby Suki in tow, to her parents big house on the hill. A sprawling country estate tucked away on the edge of the forest. It was gorgeous but we were never invited for tea. In fact Suki liked to keep herself as far away from that house as she could most of the time. She never really detailed her reasons, but we never really asked.

Suki was friends with us because she was friends with me, and we were friends because we both went to confession every Wednesday after mass.

"Am callin first dibs!" shouted Larry running up the drive to Vans house and opening the unlocked door before anyone could stop him or protest. Of course that didn't stop Van from legging it after him.

I just watched with a smirk, turned to Bondy and Suki and felt that cold shiver again when I saw that she remained tucked under his arm as if she was always supposed to belong there.

"Children," tutted Johnny as he kicked his shoes off in the hall wandering into the kitchen to say hello to Vans mum and get a brew on.

I kicked my converse off by the door and hovered for a second at the foot of the stairs waiting to see where Suki would go. Whether she'd follow Johnny or turn to me.

She brushed her long brown hair from her face and adjusted her alice band, her thick brows furrowed like she was thinking.

"You don't really wanna watch them play shit video games all night do you titch?" she asked chewing her cheek, her brown eyes soft with concern though I wasn't quite sure who for.

"Not really," I admitted knowing there was no way she wanted to sit around watching Van and Larry squabble over the controller for an hour either, "not if they're gonna hog it anyway..." I said with a cheeky smile, calling out a little louder so that Van would hear us.

"You two are so ungrateful! You've got the opportunity to watch the master at work here!" he shouted back from the living room where I could hear the playstation coming to life.

I sighed.

"Zombies still a no go?" I asked knowing she would nod and wince and then laugh at herself for being so childish. It was funny that out of all of us she was the one who was "easily scared" given Johnny and I's track record on horror.

But I'd been desensitised over the years and I found a little humour and comfort in a dodgy slasher film or a video game full of daft jump scares. And if anyone ever asked Johnny why he liked horror movies he just shrugged his shoulders, made some throwaway joke about studying up.

Once he'd informed someone that having a murdered mum ment the odds were stacked in his favour, can't get yourself butchered if the stats say you're more likely to be the one doing the butchering.

The kid in question had been speechless but Johnny had just smirked, played it off cool as you like. That was like his hidden talent, this ability only he seemed to have mastered. Nothing ever seemed to stick with him, nothing ever seemed to shake him, he was always so cool and collected, still water you couldn't ripple.

"Wanna bully them into watching the exorcist or somet instead?" I asked Suki, wandering into the kitchen to grab a diet coke from the fridge.

At that she grinned, her nod enthusiastic. A girl of few words but pleased nonetheless.

"You never get bored of that one?" asked Johnny as he stirred sugars into tea.

"Nope," Suki popped the p, her eyes glistening, "I'll never get sick of Jason Miller," she sighed dramatically, completely oblivious to the sudden sulk which lingered on Johnnys lips when he rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair.

"Bit old for you ain't he lass," he said before calling out to the lads that their teas were ready, winking at us when Larry and Van came running in, giving us the opportunity to sneak in and switch over to our film before they could protest.

And thats how we spent our night, the five of us squished together on the sofa, watching a film we'd all seen too many times before. Larry then Van with my in his lap, my legs overlapping Suki's where she sat in Johnnys lap, her head resting against his chest where I wished my head could be instead.

That was how we spent most evenings  after school when we weren't all gathered in Benji's garage instead. Watching shit horror movies or playing whichever video game we'd collectively chosen to obsess over that week. Sometimes me and Suki would ditch in favour of finishing our school work, more often than not Mia was only ever half present, her nose in a book.

When the weather was good we'd hang around the football pitch or down by the beach, setting fires pissing around with matches under the pier, or making goal posts with jumpers and playing football, or something which loosely resembled football until the sun had set too far for us to see the ball.

"Reet," yawned Johnny as the clock hit  half nine and the credits of Psycho started to roll, "am aff," he said in a terrible scottish accent.

"Walk me back?" asked Suki rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she slipped down from the back of the sofa where she'd been lying with her head next to Johnnys.

They'd been mumbling and joking quietly with one another all night and when she'd positioned herself like that I'd known it was only to get closer to him, to be able to talk softly in his ear and let her hand play with his hair subtly. Not subtle enough.

"Aye lass course," he said their eyes locking for a moment, my chest aching because I knew the conversation they were having silently and so did everyone else.

And the moment he'd closed the door on them Larry voiced the thing we were all thinking.

"She's staying at his ain't she..."

"Fuckin probably aye mate..." grinned Van laughing for a moment until he recognised the turmoil in my eyes, noticed I wasn't laughing like they were. Then he turned to Larry with a frown, lowered his voice, "have a bit of tact though eh mate?"

I smirked sadly shaking my head at him.

"Give over Van its not like that..." I said defending myself weakly. Still, it was true, I was telling them the truth. I wasn't jealous. I didn't want to be Suki. I just didn't want to lose Johnny. I didn't want anything to change between us because it had always been me and him who knew eachother in a way no one else could ever know us. And if him and Suki got any closer than they already were then I would lose him, and we'd never stay up late talking and not talking about the things no one else could understand, ever again.

"Yeah really? What is it like then Titch cause you've look rate mardy all night an we were watchin your favourite film!"

"Its nowt Van drop it already..." I said, my fingers rubbing over the beads of my rosary reminding me not to lie to my best friend.

"You're lying am not daft titch..."

"Am not!"

"Reet well I was gonna crash here like but am not listenin to yous bickerin like grandmas all night so am afffff..." said Larry with a grin immitating Johnny's earlier attempt.

"Ah Larry man nah you can't go yet we were gonna play Resident Evil!"

"I'll be round tomorra, if am not back by ten me mam will go spare," he said holding his hand up to wave, leaving the house in a stoned and sleep deprived haze. Similar to the one Vam turned to me in as the front door closed again, his dopey smile endearing as he came a little closer.

"Y'know you're prettier than..."

"Van!" I hissed cutting him off before he could say something offensive and completely uncalled for, "shut it would ye I already said it ain't that!"

"Am jus sayin lass, if the lad can't see that he's..."

"Van!" I snapped hitting him with the oversized sleeve of my sweater chasing him back into the living room where I shoved him over onto the sofa victorious.

"Alright alright I was just tryna be nice lass no need to go all skitz on me!" he grinned sniggering quietly, the two of us suddenly concious of the time and not wanting to wake his mam and dad.

I sighed flopping down on the sofa beside him, my eyes glancing to the clock. It was just past ten and the night was still young for a girl who didn't do much sleeping.

Luckily for me Van had always been a bit of an insomniac too and so when I turned to him and nodded to the tv he knew exactly what I wanted to do.

"Go get a brew on, reckon we can complete it by mornin like, Larry'll be pissed he went home.." he flashed me a smile switching the channel on the telly so that the playstation started up and his new game started to load.

And I was more than happy to spend the night fighting zombies with Van instead of suffering an attempt at sleep. Because when I was left alone with myself my thoughts had a tendency to drift towards the macabre and spiral and tonight I knew they'd spiral because since I'd left my therapists office earlier that afternoon I'd only been able to focus on one thing.

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"I believe you..." she said again when I scrunched my face into a frown and eyed her suspiciously.

"Right okay... Sure you do..." I said, "if this is a new way of trying to gain my trust it's pretty messed up Elena..." I said eying her name tag feeling a twist of bitterness in my stomach. It was the defense mechanism which flexed every time someone dangled hope in front of me.

"I'm not messing with you or lying to you to gain your trust Pepper, I do believe you and I'll tell you exactly why... If you want to hear me out that is... You don't have to hear me out..."

"No go on, what else will we talk about for the next 40 minutes..."

"Alright well, in your folder your medical history states that you have a diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder along with Dissociative Personality Disorder. Your doctors, and the police, believe that as a young girl you were so overwhelmed by the events of your mothers death that rather than accept reality you fabricated a new one in which your father acted to save your life, not to end your mothers..." she paused for a moment and I leant back in my seat studying her carefully. I wasn't sure how I felt about her now, how i felt about the way she was talking about the events as something seperate not only from her but from me.

"Now dissociative disorders are not uncommon after a serious traumatic event and they are often linked to PTSD however," she carried on and now her pencil tip found her lips and for a moment she sucked on it like an addict trying to quit smoking, "however in these cases dissociation tends to recur throughout a suffers life, they tend to, well for want of better phrasing, lose themselves to their false reality choosing to live in it permanently... From what I can tell of you however youve never talked of any similar experiences... Your story has always remained the same and well, all the nightmares, all your flashbacks, as you have described them to previous therapists at least, relate that same story... It never changes and..."

"Generally when a persons story never changes its true..." I said finishing for her, my smirk short and quick as I eyed her with dead eyes, trying my best to hide my confusion. Trying not to show her how badly I wanted to believe in her. How badly I wanted to believe that for once someone believed me.

"It does."

[percontaion-points]

Covet chapters 44-47

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Chapter 44

I forget how to breathe, and as I stare into Hudson’s shattered eyes, I’m half convinced oxygen isn’t necessary anyway. 

At least until Macy calls out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” as she clomps down the stairs and to my rescue in a pair of chunky heels. 

Did I call it or what?

“I don’t heal fast,” I whisper over my shoulder to Hudson. 

His hands settle on my hips as he leans in closer and murmurs, “Animal shifters heal fast. You have other gifts, Grace.”

You literally died, and they put rocks on you and brought you back to life. 

A coldness seeps into my bones, and it takes me a solid minute to realize Hudson is gone.

Chapter 44 summary: Exactly as I’d predicted, Macy shows up. Thankfully, she’s loud enough coming down the stairs that it gives Hudson and Grace plenty of time to be doing other things when she finally shows up.

Flint comes a moment later with tacos, but he’s mostly complaining about how a bunch of other “baby vamps” attacked him in the tunnels earlier. Yes, he told the headmaster. Eden, another dragon, shows up moments after that, her nose broken. She says that the werewolves did this. They all complain that even when Hudson was on a murderous rampage, the inter-faction tensions were never this bad. She pops her own nose into place, and they explain to Grace that the animal shifters heal fast. 

Hudson gets really cosy with Grace while explaining all of this to her, but when somebody yells out “get a room” (apparently having forgotten that they’re in Hudson’s room), Hudson disappears. 

Chapter 45

“No more than the usual Ludares stuff,” I tell them firmly. “Some of the challenge team’s still pissed, so they try to mess with me. It’s no big deal.” 

My friends don’t look convinced, especially Hudson. “Don’t worry about it.” I lean forward and rest a hand on his knee. “Seriously. I’ve got this.” 

“Do you really have it?” Hudson raises one brow. “Or are you just ignoring it and hoping it will go away?”

What the hell is she supposed to do about it? None of them have actually touched her. She’s graduating in like six weeks. It’s beyond time that they all grew up past high school bullying. 

“I heard Finn mentioning that it was so bad, he was almost out of cuffs, and there’s nowhere to get more.” 

If it’s getting to that point, I think that it’s long overdue to thin out the student population. Because people are clearly not getting the memo that this isn’t okay. 

Eden appears grim as she answers, “I’m pretty sure that’s the milliondollar question, isn’t it?”

Chapter 45 summary: Flint asks Grace if she’s being harassed by anybody. She says yes, that the sportsball team who played against her still has a petty vendetta. Every other person in the room admits that they’ve been harassed, and most of them are wearing anti-power cuffs. Somebody says that Finn had told him that he was running out of the cuffs, because everybody has been acting so poorly recently. 

Then, because now seems like the perfect time for this, Grace sits there and randomly thinks about her growing feelings for Hudson. 

The others drag her back to the actual plot, and say that most of the people who are getting picked on are those in the group. AKA the named people. (As flesh-shaped as Jaxon’s friends are, at least most of them {more or less} have names.) The problem is that they’re all too fucking stupid to realize why they’re being picked on specifically. 

Chapter 46

“Why didn’t you tell someone? Instead of just killing them?” Flint asks, and it’s hard not to realize this new information is difficult for the dragon to swallow. If true, it would mean his own brother was willing to do some pretty heinous things for Cyrus. 

Hudson spears him with a hard gaze. “I did. No one believed me.” 

“You told Uncle Finn.” It’s a statement, not a question. I can see it in his gaze, the answer. 

“I don’t blame him. I probably wouldn’t have believed me, either.”

I love how nobody mentions how Jaxon killed his brother because of all of this. Are we supposed to simply forget that it happened? 

“Okay, then,” Flint says as he picks up a taco with his patented grin. “Let’s do this thing.”

Chapter 46 summary: Their stupidity over why they’re the targets was only to create yet another poorly written cliffhanger, because in the start of this chapter, they instantly know that Cyrus is behind this.

Then Grace asks the real question: Hudson, why did you do what you did? Hudson replies that a year ago, Cyrus was amping up to start a war, and wanted to use the children of important supernatural figures who attended the school as hostages to get them to do what he wanted to do. Since some of those political figures had multiple children, he wanted the firstborns to be killed. He insists that he had told Finn about the entire thing, but not one single person actually believed him. Which he says is fair, because if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t have believed it either. 

They then talk about actually going to the city with the giants. But this quickly turns into how the legal drinking age there is 14, and they have these giant mugs of beer. Ugh, can’t wait for that… SARCASM. 

Chapter 47

I glance at Jaxon as he nears, but his face is surprisingly warm. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “It’s all good, Grace,” before heading up the stairs. And I want to cry at what that must have cost him. 

I love Jaxon. I do.

I’m not saying that Grace doesn’t have feelings for Jaxon. 

All I’m saying is that they kissed exactly once and she was ready to walk down the aisle with him. Which I hope that I don’t have to explain about how unhealthy that it is. 

And while I’ll be the first to stand in line about how weird that her relationship with Hudson is, at least it’s not the crappy insta-love she had with Jaxon. 

Losing Jaxon was terrible, but our relationship was struggling before our bond was broken, if I’m being honest. Struggling between the girl he fell in love with and the girl I wanted to become. We hadn’t known each other before we were mated, and there’s a part of me that knows deep down, part of the reason I loved Jaxon with all my heart was because he loved me back just as much. We needed each other. We were both in pain, and we filled an emptiness we didn’t know how to fill on our own. 

You know, I don’t hate this. I hate the way that it’s framed, with both Jaxon and Grace trying to get back together again. But the idea that “We were exactly what both of us needed when we were at our darkest moments. But then we grew past that… and past our relationship.” That’s what I’m here for. That you can outgrow a relationship. Even with somebody that you once thought that you’d spend the rest of your life with. 

“Are you planning on just hiding out in here all night, or do you actually have something to say?” Hudson asks, and he’s back in full sardonic mode.

Chapter 47 summary: The group does end up doing some actual studying for a few hours before they break up for the night. As everybody leaves, Grace hangs back and says she has to talk to Hudson about something real quick. 

Grace then stands there and thinks about her “failed” relationship with Jaxon. And she finally admits that the two of them were not in a good place before the bond was broken, which is good. But she’s also worried about her growing feelings for Hudson, and the possibility of rejection from him.