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Rating: General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, Mutual Pining

Category:F/M

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Relationships:!idol Woozi x !f plus-size baker Reader

Summary: You're the embodiment of home to the grumpiest man you know, but why?

Trope: hates everyone but you

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the seventh installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

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It's funny how love finds its way into the most unexpected corners of our lives, like flour dust settling into every crease on a well-loved baking sheet.

Take Woozi, for example. Known for his grumpy demeanor and an attitude that screams "leave me alone," especially when he's in the zone creating music. He���s not someone you'd think would charm many hearts, especially not someone like me, a plus-size girl who loves the warmth of an oven and the sight of a perfectly risen cake. But for some reason, he'd always hated everyone—except me.

From the first time we met, I sensed a different kind of vibe from him. As if behind those narrow, focused eyes, behind the slightly upturned lips that hardly ever smile, there was something just for me. Of course, I'd never admit that out loud. What if I was wrong? What if those stolen glances and the occasional shared joke were just figments of my hopeful imagination?

But today was different. Today, I was going to test this theory. Today, I invited Woozi over to bake with me.

The doorbell rings, cutting through the sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon already filling my kitchen. I wipe my hands on my apron, a silly one with a cartoon cat saying, "Bake the world a better place," and answer the door. There he stands, looking unusually casual in jeans and a hoodie, balancing a box of strawberries and a quart of cream in the crook of his elbow.

"Hey, you managed to survive my complicated directions," I tease, stepping aside to let him in.

"I have a GPS, Y/N. It's not 1970," he retorts with a small, almost imperceptible smirk. It's moments like these that fuel my suspicion that beneath that tough exterior, there lies a heart that beats just a bit faster for me.

We find ourselves in my cozy kitchen, the counter already laden with ingredients and bowls. It’s a modest space, but it’s the heart of my home, adorned with hanging copper pots, whimsical mugs, and a couple of photos pinned to a corkboard.

"So, what's the plan, Master Baker?" Woozi asks, placing the strawberries and cream next to the other ingredients.

"You, my dear sous-chef, are going to help me make strawberry shortcake," I say, handing him an apron that reads, "Mr. Good Lookin' is Cookin'."

"Seriously?" He snorts, holding the apron at arm's length. "You're ridiculous, Y/N."

"But you love it," I challenge, raising an eyebrow. To my surprise, he ties the apron around his waist without another word.

We start mixing the ingredients, working a studio," I say, as I knead the dough.

"I can bake, I just choose not to," he replies, focused on slicing the strawberries. His fingers work deftly, and I can’t help but admire their grace. "Why do you think I agreed to come here?"

"Because I'm amazing company and you were dying to spend some quality time with me," I joke, though I hope some part of it rings true.

"Ha, you wish gum drop. I just had today off." He said with a wink before shaking his head. "No I actually wanting to hang out wthyou seriously, and free food." He says with the most sincere tone in his voice.

It’s not long before the conversation mellows into a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the clink of bowls, the hum of the refrigerator, and the occasional bubbling laugh when flour puffs out too forcefully from the bag.

As we're readying the dough for the oven, I find my eyes wandering over to him more than I intend. There's a delicate smudge of flour adorning his cheek, and I can't resist.

"Hey, Jihoon," I call out, a devilish grin playing on my lips. As he turns, I swipe a fingerful of flour across his nose.

He freezes, blinking rapidly before staring down at me, speechless. I burst into laughter, but it’s short-lived as he dips his own fingers into the flour bag.

"Oh, it's on," he declares, before flicking a generous pinch of flour back at me. It catches in my hair and eyelashes, sending me into another fit of giggles.

We’re immersed in a full-blown flour fight within seconds, laughter echoing off the kitchen walls. He’s surprisingly quick, dodging and weaving with the agility of someone much nimbler. But I hold my own, scattering handfuls of flour at him, my cheeks burning from too much laughter.

Our cat-and-mouse game eventually leads to us standing face-to-face, breathing heavily, both coated in a fine layer of white. His eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen, a hint of playful mischief lingering in those normally serious depths.

"Truce?" I whisper, holding up my hands.

"Truce," he nods, but neither of us moves away. Instead, he reaches up, his thumb gently brushing flour off my cheek. The touch, though small, sends an electric shock straight to my heart.

"There's something I’ve wanted to ask you," he says softly, his thumb lingering on my skin.

My heart skips. "What’s that?"

"Why is it," he begins, his voice barely a murmur, "that out of all the annoying people in the world, I don’t hate you, hmm?"

I laugh softly, though the weight of his words trembles through me. "Maybe because I'm not annoying?"

"No," he shakes his head, taking a step closer. "It's because you’re the only one who makes me feel... home. Like this kitchen. Warm, inviting, and...not alone."

My breath hitches at his confession, my own feelings bubbling to the surface. "Jihoon... you too. You’re the only one I feel genuinely comfortable with."

For a moment, time suspends itself, the only witnesses to our silent heartbeats being the butter-drenched dough and sliced strawberries waiting nearby.

Then, as if connecting the dots of a long-unread map, Woozi leans in, his lips brushing mine softly. It’s brief, almost hesitant, but it speaks volumes of unspoken emotions. When he pulls away, his eyes search mine for any sign of regret, but all he finds is a reflection of his own longing.

"Thanks for the flour fight," he gently pulls away resting his forehead against mine and whispers, a genuine smile breaking his usually stoic face. "And the baking."

"Anytime," I reply, my heart glowing brighter than the kitchen lights. "Welcome home, Woozi."

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PART 5 He’s Grumpy, I’m sunshine

Alpha!Logan x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap (legal), light swearing, grumpy/sunshine, anxiety, mental health issues, intimacy, violence, torture, plus size reader, medication usage for anxiety, depression and sleeping, heat pills, scent blockers

Set at Charles school

Your mutation: fire creation and control

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“Hey, hey-“ Logan snarls seeing a small needling in your neck. He holds you up with a growl leaving his lips as he lets his claws extend, eyes tracking the tree line. He can hear footsteps, soft mumbling till something hits his neck. He snarls again carry’s your body over to the car and lays you in the seat before he’s charging to the tree line across the road. There’s three more shots in his chest which he just pulls out before more join. Something hits him though it’s stronger a lot stronger than whatever the hell is in those tiny syringes and he feels his body failing as he takes down two men in black camo suits. He feels slowed and his body slowly crashed to the ground as he hears shouting.

He’s in and out of consciousness somethings keeping him changed down, there’s flashes of faces and different scents he doesn’t know.

You feel wet when you awaken, groaning in discomfort before you open your eyes and look at your surroundings. You jolt seeing nothing but four steal walls with a security door and one light. You panic quickly hands jingling as you glance to the wall you’re leaning against. There’s cuffs around your wrists pinned to the ceiling. You begin to shake and feel like you’re gonna be sick till to you take a small breath. You breathe deeply bringing your flames to surface, you look to the chains but they’re not even getting red or hot.

“They won’t break” a woman’s voice calls out and you stop. You sigh body back to normal noticing you’re not in your dress either.

“Figured you’d do that so I changed you into a fireproof suit” the woman’s voice says and you gulp a bit.

“Oh and the others awake” you frown hearing a low grunt and growl from behind you.

“Logan!” You call turning your head seeing the wall transparent between you both. Logan snarls claws extending as he fights against the restraints.

“Logan” you call again and his head snaps to the side. You can’t turn around far with these chains.

“You ok?” He growls out and you nod.

“I’m ok” you say and he grunts in response. You try to breathe slowly despite how you’re feeling and the situation. You hear a beep outside your door and it hisses open showing three people in black suits, faces covered. Your cuffs unlock but you feel weak as you fall to the floor. The men grab you and you fight engulfing in flames but it does nothing as they inject you with something that stops them. You hear Logan yelling and growling before you’re dragged out and put on a what seems to be a hospital bed. You groan at the flashing lights over head, doors opening and closing and chatter. You finally stop in a larger room, too weak to lift your head so you roll it to the side. It looks like some underground hospital, tools on the small wheeled steel benches and blue curtains hung up.

“What are you doing?” You groan as people move and hustle around you.

“Just need some things from you flame girl” the woman’s voice calls out this time not over a PA.

“Who are you?” You mutter.

“Someone who’s carrying on a legacy” she says as your eyes droop. You drop in and out of consciousness, feel things prick your skin. You cry out sometimes when a needle goes into your back sometimes your neck, sides. Whatever they’re doing you don’t want to be awake.

You awake again feeling woozy and sick, you want to throw up but have no energy.

“Obey! Or she will suffer” you hear then a snarl and mutter a soft ‘Logan’ afterwards. Your body’s hotter than usual sweat drenching your clothes and body, your mouth feels dry and your lips feel cracked. You haven’t been here long have you? You hear a cry beside you a woman’s you think, another omega by her scent.

“Ok?” You slur as she stops her noises.

“You ok?” You manage looking around seeing IV’s hung by you.

“No” you hear weakly and figure she’s in the same position as you. You weakly tell her your name as you feel acid in your throat and groan.

“Lacey” she says back softly before you hear footsteps.

“The genes are mending together well” you hear and frown.

“Good, continue” you recognise the woman’s voice as your curtains pulled back and you see her. She’s tall in a black tailored suit that looks expensive, her hairs cut to her shoulders and straight, her eyes a bright green.

“Welcome back” she smiles fresh white straight teeth on display.

“Where’s Logan?” You say trying to bring your flames out.

“Sorry won’t be able to see him for a while, really the animal damn, anyway we’ve got some more tests, have fun!” She grins, waves and leaves as more doctors join. You whimper as the doctor injects something through your IV and your vision blackens.

You awake with a small jolt not feeling a bed under you but a cold floor. You groan softly feeling your muscles ache, hell your skeleton hurts.

“Logan?” You call but get no response. You lay there for a while feeling no urge to move or get up. You see fire on the tips of your finger tips and figure whatever the hell they drugged you with is wearing off. You just watch absentmindedly as the flames dance across your skin down your hand and arm. Your whole body is covered soon as you lay there. You feel in some state of a drug high you guess. Your body grows hotter and hotter though, you feel your skin burning and frown as your flames go hotter and burn brighter. You begin to scream trying to turn them off but feeling as alarms flare and your door opens. Somethings shot into your neck and you go limp, flames residing as you whimper and look at your burnt skin. It’s bright red with some blisters as you try not to move too much.

You’re taken back out on a hospital bed and in and out of consciousness once more as they inject more things into you before you’re in the room again. Your skin is less red now, the healing blisters looking disgusting. You whimper and cry you want Logan, you have no idea where he is.

When your body engulfs in flames again it leaves you sobbing in pain and you’re taken out once more and injected some more. The cycle repeats too many times, your body now heals on its own quicker than before but your flames still hurt. You feel in a loop, back to the table, back to the room, agonising pain, quick healing. You can’t keep up, your body can’t keep up you feel it deteriorating with each conscious wake. You want your alpha, you want Logan, you want to tell Logan that he’s your alpha even if he doesn’t like it. You want to be safe in your room with him. They’ve done something to your omega biology too, anti-heat no doubt at a high dose from how shitty it’s making you feel.

You’re in the room again when alarms blare and your ears hurt. You whine cover your ears as something tears through your door. Your names called and relief floods you as Logan lifts you from the floor. You sob clutching to him, holding him tightly as you hide your face in his neck.

“Shhh, I’ve got you sweetheart, I’ve got you, we’re getting the fuck out of here” he says and you nod. He’s strong, he lifts you and cradles you close as you head yelling and alarms

“Charles where the hell am I going!” Logan yells and you feel more relief. Logan winds through a maze of a place as you try to cover your ears from the sounds.

“I know, I know where almost there bub” Logan mutters. You feel fresh light on your skin and wince closing your eyes and curling yourself more against Logan.

“They experimented on her somethings wrong” Logan snarls as you see shade against your closed eyelids. You open your eyes seeing the jet, Charles, Jean, Scott, beast and Storm. You cry softly, body so exhausted.

“Logan lay her down” Jean says but Logan snarls at the other alpha. The jet seats aren’t exactly made for two person sitting but Logan keeps you against his chest, your knees by his hips your arms dead between you both.

“You’re ok sweetheart” Logan whispers against your hair as you can’t stop your tears. You feel bad for sitting on him, but you can’t physically move. Your eyes are hazy, staring at nothing your cheek pressed against Logan’s chest. You see tiny flames on your arm and panic rises instantly. Logan hush’s you hand rubbing up and down your back but you scramble to get off him, falling on the floor.

“No, omega, hey” Logan says but you cry at him seeing your flames worsen.

“C-Charles” you beg seeing him across from you.

“Please!” You cry as he presses his fingers to his head and your body calms. You sob now on the floor of the plane a worried Logan kneel by you.

“Hey, I need you to look at me” Logan says to you but you shake your head.

“Omega!” It’s a command and you look to him with blurry eyes.

“You’re safe” he says his alpha tone running through your body.

“We’re going home” he whispers.

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svt as boyfriends ♡ seungkwan edition

member: seungkwan x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points, established relationship word count: 834 summary: seungkwan's boyfriend things <3 warnings: mentions of kissing & mentions of food author's note: today is a sad day :( happy moonbin day & i hope he is resting in peace. in honor of moonbin day and woozi releasing what kind of future, here is some small seungkwan things to cheer everyone up. please take care of yourself!

He is the soft and cuddly teddy bear boyfriend and I love him for it 

There is this one guy on TikTok who like…gets dressed in front of the camera and shows his outfits as a plus-size man and istg that is Seungkwan’s vibe and !!! 

He also gives coffee dates and light academia and book boyfriends 

Quality Time 

Loves scrolling through social media with you before bed 

Dates! Oh gosh he loves taking you out and getting boba or ice cream :3 

Seungkwan’s definitely a big fan of watching a series with you too - like you would go to Netflix or something and find something you both want to watch but haven’t started yet and it becomes YOUR show 

Prefers to go out and explore with you rather than stay in (he’s an extrovert, what can I say?)

Loves teaching you things he loves! Like, for example, he would try to teach you a Wonder Girls dance and you guys would have so much fun with it 

Also loves being with you in moments of sadness - you’re his person and you make him feel strong, so he’s not ashamed to be with you and cry around you

At first, he would be super embarrassed to meet your friends, but after a while, they’d love him and he would be more comfortable around them

Words of Affirmation

Is always saying stuff like “You worked so hard!” or “I’m so happy that you are the one I get to spend my life with” 

I feel like he is very picky with his nicknames…like he would never use food related ones like “cutie pie” because they are overused, but he would love something like “sweetheart” brb sobbing 

Seems to enjoy receiving compliments too! Like you tell him that you loved the singing cover that he did and he’ll scream 

Also uses songs and lyrics as a way to express his love for you! Nothing fits more than music 

Was really shy when you first got together and would blush any time you spoke to him or even looked in his direction

Totally keeps a photo of you guys as his lockscreen on his phone, but one that he edits with cute stickers (aka he always places his phone screen-up so if someone asks about it he can talk about how much he loves you) 

Physical Touch

HE LOVES CUDDLES 

He is a clingy bf but in the way that if he has the chance to cozy up with you under a soft blanket with a movie playing in the background, he totally would go for it 

Loves when you play with his hair, but always manages to mess yours up and then feel super bad about it 

If he wants a kiss or something and you say no, he’ll be really pouty and sad about it until you agree, but of course with that look on his face, you can’t say no for too long! 

At the beginning of your relationship, he would try to hold your hand but get embarrassed but you love it 

Rests his head on your shoulder a lot :( 

Man survives on back rubs and hugs 

Acts of Service 

Loves turning on the shower or setting up a cozy bath for you <3 

Always offers you his coat when you go on walks together because he is afraid of you getting sick 

If you’re in pain or sick he’ll always do small things like brushing or tying your hair up, tying your shoes or even zipping your coat up 

Asks if you’re drinking water and making sure to eat throughout the day because it makes him sad when you forget and then are living off of snacks 

Likes making you calming tea before bed and makes sure that you take your vitamins/medication every morning/night

In the winter, he’d always shovel or clean off your car for you, so you don’t have to get up early and do it because he knows how much rest you need :((( 

Always sends good morning and good night texts when you are apart, just to let you know that he is thinking about you 

Gift Giving 

LOVES giving you his hoodies, as it makes him feel warm on the inside he’s so cute 

Also loves the idea of having those matching hoodies or phone cases, but when you tell him that those are too embarrassing, he’ll settle for something small like just wearing the same colors scheme or having matching bear keychains 

Makes you playlists when he finds a lot of songs that: he wants to show you, reminds him of you, or makes him feel strong emotions 

If he goes on any trip without you, he’ll always bring you back something cute, like a seashell or a snowglobe

Goes all out for your birthday or holidays that you celebrate - he is not afraid to spend hundreds of dollars on squishmallows if that is what you like 

He’s a simp when it comes to gift giving

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I Don't Want To Miss You Tonight

Soap has just come back from a mission. It was a long one and by god does he need his love. While getting ready to go in he remembers briefly the night you met. That is interrupted when you meet him outside. The evening proceeds and you realize just how badly Johnny needed you and missed you.

Johnny 'Soap" Mactavish X fem!reader

The reader is plus-sized, no use of Y/N cause that takes me out of the story.

Please enjoy and forgive any grammar issues, the American education system failed me.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59282092

Johnny ‘Soap” Mactavish was bone weary. Everything ached, every fiber of his being felt as though it had run a marathon. His gaze went up to the bay window of the flat he shared with his love. His bonnie lass, his darling hen. The soft light of the stained glass lamp illuminated you. Your eyes cast wistfully over the sea. You two had been able to move coastal when Johnny’s promotion to Sergeant came, it came with a sizeable paycheck and the ability to be further from the base. Fantastic news for you as well, she could change your place of employment. Now you taught University students American History.

An American abroad you had felt so out of place and then, one day in the corner of a dark pub you locked eyes with Johnny. As Johnny gazed up at you, he remembered that night.

The curvaceous gal sitting in the corner of the pub, gripping a pint you hadn't touched looking scared to death. When your eyes met it was as if Soap felt a clenching in his gut.

“Johnny you a’right.” Simon drawled out beside him. The grouchy Manch hardly ever went out, but something about Johnny made it happen.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Johnny replied almost breathlessly. “Just ah lookin at that lass ov’r there.” He took a sharp intake of breath.

“She seems to be a fine gurl,” Simon grunts. “Looks right terrified she does. You’re scarin' her Johnny.”

When in reality it had been quite the opposite. You had been smitten with him from that instant. It was his blue eyes, they seemed to shine even in the dingy light of the pub.

His gaze pierced through you like a biting winter wind, it took your breath away just as that same gale would. Your heart leaped into your throat as he made his way over to you. It seemed as though he saw nothing and no one else at that moment. As he made his way through the rowdy crowd the rest of the world blurred out in his vision and there was only you. Finally, he made it to your spot in the bar, the noise less overbearing here in your little haven.

“Hello there, my name is Johnny, Johnny Mactavish and who might ye be lass?” He asked, his voice was low and gruff, his accent thick and recognizable. You picked him out to be Scotsman right away and if you weren’t smitten already, you were for sure done in now.

You swallowed hard, your mouth felt dry and you shook, not from fear but nerves. Was this your moment? That wonderful, impossible moment where suddenly your world went from dull grey to a million brilliant shades of color? Were everything and everyone made sense and your life fit together in that final puzzle piece that was the touch of this man, and the gaze of his baby blues?

After what perhaps seemed like hours you open your mouth and tell him your name. He smiles, and it is electric, sending a shiver through your body and a pain in your heart. That warm, achy feeling of first love awakening like a crocus on the cusp of the spring. The kind of feeling that made you feel all woozy and floaty.

“Well, I’m glad ta meet yah sweet’eart.” He replies to you. “May I join yah?” He asks gesturing to the seat beside you.

“God I hope you would,” you reply. He chuckles, deep in his chest. Your eyes met once again and that's how the rest of the evening would go. Eyes trained on each other listening and talking, your drinks all but forgotten. He was so goddamn handsome. His hair was a dark brown, shaved down the sides, and the longer part made into a mohawk. He had a dusting stubble on his chin, the same dark brown, it didn't grow on a scar on the right side of his chin. A nasty thing by the looks of it.

“Did I catch your eye from across the room bonnie?” He drawls, his blue eyes stormy with purpose and flirtation. He was acting on instinct. Christ, you were gorgeous, and curvy in all the right places.

“Yes..” You managed, you could hardly breathe you swear this never happened to you and now it was.

As the night moved on, he got closer, [pushing you further into the corner of the booth you had selected. The world was completely tuned out it was just you and him. He reached out for your face and took your chin in his thumb and forefinger. Your skin was so soft against his callused fingers. Johnny’s eyes rove your face, taking in your dainty complexion, and the sight of your pretty pink lips. He can feel it in his heart, a stirring, one similar to that of when a teen boy first falls in love. He licks his lips.

“Tell me hen…” He breathes, his breath smelling faintly of scotch. “What had you traveling across the pond to this place..”

“Adventure, a new life and searching…”

“I think ye found what you were looking for.” He runs a thumb over your lower lip. The pull to you was so intense he could have sworn it was divine intervention making itself known. Your eyes were shimmering with that moony look he had only ever received a few times in his life. This time though it didn’t annoy him like it had before with other women, no from you it felt a confirmation that this pull was real.

“I think I have,” you reply.

“Kenna kiss yah bonnie?” he asks, hoping beyond hope you would give him a second yes for the evening.

“Yes.” You reply. “Fucking hell yes please.” Soap leans, forward and your lips touch, gently, nothing hot and heavy about this kiss, this was a tentative meeting of your lips. For the rest of him being so rough, his lips were soft. Soap had kissed plenty of girls, kissed them, and left them and none of them felt like this.

“Bleedin christ…” he remarks. “I’m in over my head darlin…” This was true he was in over his head, just from a mere kiss he could tell it was the end for him. You were his spark, the light he needed in his life to keep the darkness at bay.

That statement was never more true than it was right now, as he stood outside of your flat remembering this moment, he couldn’t help but feel love sick again. Lovesick and tongue-tied. His fond remembrances were interrupted by the sound of the door to your flat crashing open.

“Johnny!” You call him, your bare feet pattering on the concrete of the sidewalk; as you throw yourself at him. He grunts as your bodies make contact. “Johnny my love,” you say as his arms wrap around your waist.

He squeezes you tightly. He breathes in your scent. You smell of vanilla and cashmere. He pulls back to look you in the eyes and the bright beaming smile you give him melts his heart.

“Hello, Bonnie.” He moves to kiss you. You return his kiss with equal vigor. His hands come to rest on your hips and his fingers anchor into the meat of your hips as you kiss. You rest your arms on his shoulders before your fingers tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck.

A light sob wracks your shoulders. It was always a relief when Johnny made it home. “Oh my god, Johnny you’re home.” You say, tears streaming down your face. You look up at him and he takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up.

“Dinnae cry now my love…” He trails off his voice taut with emotion. His ice-blue eyes betrayed what was hiding in his heart. That same sense of relief that you felt.

“I can’t help it Johnny I happen to be very much in love with you.” You reply to him.

“Isn’t that shame then…” He moves his hand to hold your cheek, you nuzzle into his touch. “ I’d have to hurt the bastard who made you cry.” He chuckles warmly.

You laugh with him. You turn your head to kiss his palm. He can’t help it, he’s lost in your eyes as he wipes a tear away with his rough thumb. Your pretty eyes shimmered so brightly, as you felt warm and inviting in his grasp. He forgot almost everything around him except you.

You lean up a bit and meet his lips for another kiss. “I’m..so glad..you’re home..” You say as you pepper his face with kisses. “I thought, I didn’t know what I thought, I always get so anxious when the time comes for you to come home and I don’t hear anything and I tried to contact Price but he wouldn’t tell me anything. God Johnny, I thought maybe you had died…” You ramble as your hands scramble to ensure he is all there and that you aren’t just dreaming.

“Hey hey, breathe baby I’m alright, I’m right here, Breathe.” He says as he pulls you in again for a hug. The way he was holding told you something had happened, something bad.

“John..what happened?” You ask him as he holds you tightly, as if he was afraid if he let you go you’d disappear too.

“Nothin’ to trouble yah with…let’s go inside, you’ll catch a cold out here in just your shirt.” He mumbles into your shoulder. “I’m just glad to be home, with you…” he trails off. With his insistence, the pair of you went inside. Once the door was closed Johnny was on you once more. His thick arms wrapped around you like the ancient branches of a weeping willow.

“Oh Johnny…” you whisper as you stroke the back of his head, fingers running over his soft brown hair. He lets out a content mumble as you do this. You could have asked him what he wanted for dinner, you could have brought him to the couch to sit. However, something in your sixth sense told you that right now, he needed you this way. To hold him closely, to let him hold you. Without fear or judgment or ridicule, just let him be. His grip grows tighter and he hides his face in the crook of your neck. He takes in a breath, breathing in your scent, vanilla, and cashmere. Even the lotion you wore was comforting to him. He was home, and home was with you.

“ I thought about you, every day, every hour, every second while I was away hen, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even during the mission you were on my mind, all I wanted was to come home to you.” He speaks, face still slotted in the crook of your neck. “I haven’t told you ye, as of late or ever but you are everything to me..I love you so damn much it hurts sometimes baby.” his heart is hammering in his chest as he talks, he’s being vulnerable.

You can feel your chest tighten at his admission. You had always known that without him ever telling you but to hear the words from his mouth was another thing entirely. “I know John…”

“Lemme finish.” he interrupts you. “I dinnae care about anything else right now. I just need you…” He lets out a breath. “I just want you..”

“You can have me then..” you answer his request. “However or whatever you need,” you say as he finally stands up a bit.

“Hold me, lass,” he asks, taking your hand in his, your hand seemed so slender in his. That was no small feat as you were a heftier girl. That was something he liked about you. You remembered once you bemoaned your size and several hours later Soap had shown you why that was his favorite part of you. That was a memory for another time.

He drags you to your forest-green couch and asks you to sit. You oblige, and he pushes you back until you’re both prone. Usually, this would lead to a different situation but as Johnny lowers himself on top of you his ear pressed to your sternum you know what he wanted.

He lays there ear trained to your chest, listening to the soft thumping of your heart. His arms wrapped around your waist and traveled up your back until he was comfortable cuddling you. The heart that beats for him. His heart beats for you. As the two of you lay there, the enjoyed silence soon gave way to the pattering of an autumn rainstorm on the glass of your bay window. His breathing begins to slow as you rub his back gently, your other hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He grumbles again, the sound reverberating through his and your chests. He can feel himself melting, each fiber of his muscles finally relaxing after four solid months of being on alert. Before you, even after missions he never made his way out of his alert state, but you…oh, you had some sort of witchcraft about you. How with just a touch it seemed he could leave it behind, how the drums of war would cease beating in his mind. All because of you. The hour passed and Johnny could feel himself slowly fading into sleep. The rhythmic beating of your heart and the pattering of rain are his lullabies. Before he knew it he was dreaming.

You felt his breathing even out, and his grip on you soften. He had fallen asleep. This was how you would be for the next couple of hours, and you didn’t mind. You kept up your rubbing of his back as he rested. You leaned your head down a bit and kissed what you could, of the top of his head.

“I love you Johnny Mactavish, don’t you ever stop coming home.”

[getindumdums]

ROTTMNT X TMNT- How to write around Post-Movie Rise being overpowered

Want to write a rottmnt meet tmnt fic? Well here’s some ideas on how you can write the rise crew with all their powers but still include your 87/03/12 bros in the fight!

1. The Rise Crew are dumbasses.

When you’re turtles that fall for ‘teetlze’, there may be a plan or two where they fall for the silliest of things. Like even a 87 shredder plan right along with the 87 turtles. Or they crave fun and get in a little trouble. Like. IDK. They were doing stunts and crashed into tar pits. Got trapped in the Turtle Tank. Got distracted and are trying to get a weapon that got lodged into concrete/a building out. Or a skateboard out of a tree, and are making the situation way over complicated. Get creative.

Maybe they forgot a mission, or got lost because of a silly reason. Like, they wrestled and fell off a cliff. Maybe down a river. Make Leo get hit too hard and comidically woozy. (Or a tranq dart.) Yeaaaahhhh surrrre. I’ll teleport you guysss… *teleports to France.

Maybe they said they’d meet separately at the beach/fun place. But the 87/03/12 crew get attacked and the Rise crew is just chilling wondering where they’re at. “Oh no! They can’t hear them! The music’s blasting too loud!”

2. The Rise turtles are loud.

Sure they can sneak, but will they? Plus things like to explode after the sneaking. (03/12 tmnt are kind of like this too honestly.) Point is maybe they’re like “All in favor of leaving (The Mad dogs) team behind say Aye.” “Aye.” For a stealth mission. Could add 03/12 Raph wanting to include Mikey in that.

They could be put on ‘support’. Rise Leo’s teleporting could leave to a last second save, Rise Donnie’s pods too (he would probably put trackers in his counterparts as soon as he could, also blood samples). Rise Raph could prevent the building the others are inside from collapsing. Actually all of the Rise crew could catch them from falling to their deaths or hold back a giant enemy’s strike.

3. Put out of Commission.

There’s a couple ways the Rise Crew could get put out of commission that isn’t getting hit too hard. Being temporarily blinded by tear gas (they jumped in first), allowing them to still fight but being the ones reliant on whoever they’re with. Tranquilizers would incapacitate them for like an hour or less. Similarly, getting poisoned with a lethal dose that’d kill the other teams. The way Draxum made them allowing these toxins to be less lethal to them. Magical traps, magic/alien restraints, or captured with the highest/most durable alien tech could also get interesting.

4. Let the Rise Crew take on the Big threats.

Like on how Rise Raph will act like a shield for his bros by taking on the enemies his size, the Rise crew’s focus can be set towards the larger than a building enemies, like (12) Traaq and Granitor, (03) Nano, etc. They could defeat/distract a shredder, attack a technodrome, or handle a way too large foot/Kraang army Leatherhead/03 Triceraton style while the 03/12 team handle the other stuff. Or worse, the Rise crew could fight some of THEIR old enemies.

As strong as the Rise crew are, both 03 and 12 have 12/13 tech/steel that’s very strong and durable. And both are used to defeating threats ‘way out of their league’. The 87 turtles can cleave through ‘technodrome’ mechs like butter. Just something to consider.

5. They are the Big Threat

I’m not the biggest fan of feral Rise. They lean more violent/murdery than in character and small bruising. I love comedy, shenanigans. But that doesn’t mean the Rise crew being brainwashed isn’t a good plot line where the other alternate brothers must save them. From 12’s parasitic wasps, neck brainwashing devices, to 03’s utrom/Baxter Stockman tech: duplicate robots looking/fighting like them, simulations turned violent, you can get a couple ideas from all the shows. Or how about misunderstandings? 03 doesn’t have Krang, but peaceful utroms. The Rise crew might start fighting before learning from 03 crew or the Utroms themselves that they are not a threat.

Bonus, Conflict

I think the 03 and 12 bros might see the Rise crew as another 87 initially. They’re all silly, funny guys that like to dance and party. Including Funny One Donnie. The 87 team and Rise would get along great, thick as (pizza) thieves. Have a way too strong enemy? Well maybe the Rise crew is 87’s plot armor while they fight side by side. 03 would be most responsible (excluding Mikey), and be quick to warm up to the Rise crew. And be willing to train with them, give them advice/lectures. 03 Raph would like Donnie, 03 Leo would like Raph for sure.

It’s the 12 crew that I think they would have the most conflict with, (except Mikey). Instead Rise Mikey kicks him (and 12 Leo, and the 87 crew) violently out of the kitchen, and would just be the most reasonable Mikey. Rise Leo would lead/ partake in shenanigans with anyone willing and switch like a lamp on (at least serious) missions.

The Rise crew are used to listening to Raph, they trust Raph. Maybe they trust 87/03/12 Raph. It’s a bad idea. Maybe Rise Donnie wants to do comically- villain lethal options instead or just argue against the Leo’s’ plans. Like a Raph. Maybe he fist fights 12 Raph. But they become friends after.

Maybe Rise Leo wants to have fun. Maybe he claims to be the cool Leo while secretly wanting to impress the other Leos but 12 Leo hates him. Maybe Donnie claims he’s the cool Donnie but 12 Donnie hates him. Really hates him, with a seething jealousy. Maybe 12 Donnie is plotting murder 12 Casey style. Maybe Rise Donnie loves playing around with weapons with 03 Raph and destroying things with 12/03 Raph.

I just actually like the idea of each of the Rise turtle not getting along with their 12 counterparts. Instead Rise Leo gets along with 12 Mikey via pranks (and Dimension X and how they feel about their place in their team). Maybe 03 Mikey too. Rise Raph gets along great with the the Leos (and Splinter?), leadership and training. Donnie would get along great with the Raphs. I think he and 12 Raph would both think 03 Raph is SUPER cool. And Rise Mikey would get along well with the Donnies being the ‘reasonable’ one of the Rise crew. Rise Mikey I believe helps his Donnie in the lab, steady hands. And probably knows the classical music composers, etc. Maybe Mystic Mike, practicing his magic, is great at meditation, magic, and gets great talks with Splinter. Rise Mikey could finally give 03 Don some therapy. …And maybe any of the other traumatized turtles.

Transversing the multiverse

Is actually easy. Maybe let it be. They could go back and forth, and the real conflict can be the enemies they face/are investigating.

87 has a device from the 12 crossover, and that can just built a device no sweat. 03 still probably has their device from Turtles Forever (unless 87 has it?). 03 has the Daimyo from their battle nexus that can travel dimensions with his staff. 12 has Krang portals. 12 had a magic wand they lost. The Rise crew has Leo and Mikey’s portals and their Donnie. If the others could create bridges so can Rise D. He has the most advanced tech, a comedic-looney tunes logic/4th wall breaking touch like 87, and has pictures of 12 and 87 on his conspiracy board. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sent a toaster back in time, I’m convinced that Donnie had drafts for a time machine already but the Kaang invasion left alternate-future him with a lack of resources Cass-Apocalypse style, those drafts destroyed with the lair, and/or new prototypes destroyed. Future him Raph a robot body like 12 Don did to himself before something happened that didn’t allow Rise D to make one/be transferred into one for himself. There’s no way Rise Donnie is taking more time to make a portal gun longer than a Turtles Forever movie.

[monsterunderthesheets]

SCABS and SCARS

a Vash x reader with a bit of body worship and just writing to express my love for this man.

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️ MATURE CONTENT⚠️

Without further adue, lets begin!

A toast for tonight's hero!!" Mr. Davis raised his pint of beer accompanied by the howls and mirthful cheers of the townsfolk as music and laughter filled and bounced around the walls of a fairly sized tavern.

learning over the lip of his pint, he keenly observed the people around him, drinking and dancing without a single care in the world - not even after the chaos that had occurred not too long ago- the jovial atmosphere never fails to pique his attention but it was nothing short from pleasant.

in his viewpoint, humans have shorter lifespans than him; lives whose flames can easily be snuffed out with a single sigh, which is why they compensate by possessing as many complexities in just a small life: love, anger, lust, greed, dilemma, and vengeance. all of which Stampede considered precious and irreplaceable. experiencing these things every day he breaths only continues to astonish him.

'One more drink and I'm heading out.' Vash Inwardly thought. As much as he wanted to keep having fun, he just can't bring himself to overstay his welcome any longer than he already was. Granted his sudden leave could cause disappointment to those who went through the trouble of throwing this celebration for him but what choice does he have? he is the humanoid typhoon after all. wherever he goes, chaos and calamity always followed suit-

"Ah! there's my man!" 'Correction: one more drink and a chat and I'm heading out ' he scoffed at himself for not finishing his drink sooner.

"How are ya holding up, Stampede?!" Mr. Davis gave a hard smack on the young man's back out of drunken well-wishes, nearly spilling his drink over -not that Vash minded the rough treatment.-

"Well on my fifth mug sir, starting to get woozy by the minute! hahaha!" Vash sheepishly laughed masking yet another lie behind that innocent smile of his. Vash Knows he can handle his alcohol fairly well and if he planned on slipping past the crowd without seeming rude, he'd first have to take out the "drunkard's pass card" by convincing Mr. Davis and Everyone else that he was about to pass out.

"Nah! I Hoped you ain't that drunk yet son. you still hadn't received your reward!" Mr. Davis waves a hand and guffawed.

"Gee, thanks but you shouldn't have! the bourbon was enough really." Stampede shook his head and gestured to his nearly empty pint.

"Nonsense! you've done so much for this town and the least we can do is return the favor, my boy!"

"it's-" before he could continue to protest, His gaze caught sight of a fine young lady striding towards his direction. 'Oh boy. this again. ' Vash Gulped.

"I just wanna make sure you're well taken care of while you're here."

"Thank you but I'm too drunk for this-"

"Even better. that way you'll enjoy the night." Mr. Davis ruffles his hair and guffaws once more.

" Oh and don't worry about the room. it's on the house." he winked, gave Vash one more reassuring pat on the shoulder, and sauntered off back into the rowdy crowd without waiting for the young man's reply.

for an extended time, the pair exchanged pleasantries and a few more drinks with the lady who introduced herself as Y/N and not too long after, found each other's company quite enjoyable.

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"Look, I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this-"

the sound of laughter and celebration continued to reverberate from the walls of his room. Vash ended up staying for the night after all. He'd hate to come off as rude and on the plus side, her company was too good, it'd be a waste to leave so abruptly. Similar to any other celebration held for him, this is what he gets for being too much of a saint.

"not at all. I volunteered and am happy to serve you tonight." Y/N innocently smiled, unbothered by the situation they are both in at the moment.

Vash wasn't one to fluster so easily, especially in these sorts of events but with the way she assured him, it somehow caught him off guard. Granted, this wasn't his first devil's tango but because of a certain flaw he has, he was often left with a cold bed to sleep on and a space to wake up next to. which is why he'd rather pull the 'yeah-I'm- too-drunk-for-this ' card and dissuade the ladies before anything could happen and spare himself the repulsed looks on their faces.

But this felt... a bit different.

"In any case..." Y/N steps closer, peaking from behind her lashes as a way of seeking permission from the humanoid typhoon. "Shall we begin?"

gingerly she hovered one hand over his chest, patiently waiting for a response, not wanting to give the impression that his discomfort was unconsidered by her.

'Just a few minutes of making out and we're done.' Vash relents and leans down, planting a chaste kiss on her lips 'just like always' he whispers inwardly.

Y/N returns the kiss and slowly-albeit hesitantly- presses herself against him. Vash hadn't realized he'd been unconsciously putting a gap between them until his back made contact with the wall. however, as soon as they hit a full stop, Y/N didn't persist in leaning against him. instead, she turned her head to one side, presenting her neck to him for the taking if he so wished to.

this, in turn, made Vash curse under labored breaths.

Granted, Vash does find the company of women enjoyable at some point, but Y/N? If magic was real, she made him feel BEWITCHED.

From her scent to her delicate gestures, even down to her faint and soft sighs, alcohol may have had something to do with his current state but only the gods know what those little things she's been doing have done to him.

although those thoughts can only go so far.

the marksman snapped back from his euphoric trance the moment he felt cold fingers pinch the hem of his shirt.

He reflexively caught her wrist and held her in place. The sudden action startled Y/N and she took a slight step back.

“Was- was it not to your liking?” she choked, confused about what she did wrong.

Now feeling responsible for his actions, Vash quickly scrambled for words to reassure her. “What? N-no! no, you did nothing wrong at all! It’s just… ah hahaha…” his hand found its way to the back of his neck, a habit he’d been doing whenever he struggled to find the right words to explain his behavior. He sighed. “I’m… I’m just not as pretty under these clothes… hahaha…”

He didn’t want to bring this up. But with what little choice he had, he’d have to bite the bullet, hope that this will be enough to discourage her and just leave rather than let her see what horrible visage his body had become. Worse still, is when she’d feel threatened by him.

“I see…” Y/N sighed

Before Vash could scoff at himself, he froze as Y/N gingerly took his prosthetic hand in her small ones, raised it to her lips and planted a gentle kiss on a knuckle, and spoke:

“I understand if you don’t want to do things you’re uncomfortable with,” She then moved his hand close to her chest, basically putting it right on her heart. “But at least allow me to grant you your reward for saving my town and its people. And I wouldn’t mind if you keep them on at all.” Y/N then leans once more and gave his cheek a tender peck, followed by a small, earnest smile. She was adamant to see her duties though but she was also ready to stop if he so wished to. In truth, Y/N wondered how far she could go to please him. For now, she continued where they left off by giving him another kiss.

The more he let her words seep into his head, the more he allowed the kiss to deepen, returning it with slowly growing vigor.

Now that He’s given it more thought, how long has it been since he’s last intimate with a woman? The answers were far too faded over time. One he decided not to revisit.

‘Give yourself a break. It’s not every day someone’s willing to give you company.’

To his surprise, the kiss abruptly broke when he felt like he landed on some cushions under him. He hadn’t realized that while his mind was elsewhere, Y/N led him to the couch and got him to sit. Before he could comment on it, Y/N had already proceeded to undo her hair as well as a couple of buttons from her shirt. Her now exposed collar bone dusted with a faint pink blush, left Vash’s throat dryer than the deserts of Gunsmoke.

He gave his hand to her, inviting her onto his lap, and in return, she took the offer, placing the other hand on his chest for support.

They resumed where they left off, leaving kisses on each other’s skins, rewarding each other with sighs of contentment and blooming ecstasy; now with better access to height, Y/N plants another kiss on Vash’s temple, trailing to his cheek, and his jaw. Y/N hooked a finger on the hem of his turtle neck collar to see if he’d protested like before. To her relief, Vash only gave an approving mewl. Y/N smiled and pulled down his collar just a little bit, enough that she could access his pulse and spoil it with kisses.

Vash sucked in a breath, fingers digging into her hips, pulling her closer to him in the process when-

“oh?” Y/N giggled, her eyes staring down at something other than his own. He froze. He knew exactly what she was, looking at. Turns out Vash wasn’t the only one getting excited tonight. Y/N snickered at Vash for becoming a blushing mess.

“Your call Mr. Stampede.” ‘please don’t say my name like that!’

“Uhhh… a little help?” ‘Vash! You idiot!’

Y/N smiles.

“Then if you’ll excuse me,” Y/n announces, beginning to move her hips on his little companion. Vash would have already spewed a string of prayers if it weren’t for Y/N’s lips being in the way that all he could do was let her swallow his moans.

Each sway of her hips was driving him even deeper into the abyss that is lust, every friction clouding his judgments and granting his hands a mind of their own, haphazardly pulling aside what little clothes he could easily remove from her just to get access to her skin. Her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, and her chest- anything to satiate his growing need to take her.

By gods, he was getting close! His skin began to sear due to pent-up frustration from within his core and worsened by the intoxicating touch he continues to receive from Y/N.

Should he end it here? Yeah. That would be better. If they stop here, he’d have time to leave before dawn. Yeah. That’s the plan…

That was the plan.

“ Wait-“

“Stam- wha-!!“

With a swift move, Vash interrupts her with a kiss and then led her to stand.  Y/N felt Vash slowly lowering himself, all the while leaving kisses from her jaw, neck, collar bone, shoulder, her harms, and down to her wrist until his knees met the hard wooden floor.

“May I?” He inquired, taking the hem of her skirt in between his fingers and meeting her eyes. Y/N smiled. “Proceed, Mr. Stampede.” With that, Vash hoists one leg over his shoulder and disappears under her petticoat.

Not long after, Y/N was reduced to a mess of gasps and pleasured moans. Vash’s tongue worked wonders on her; constantly stealing her breath out from her lungs, her voice always finding ways to escape her throat which gave him his vigor and appetite. He was thankful he skipped dinner.

At this point, Y/N could no longer hold her weight as she reached her first climax, causing her knees to buckle under her yet Vash had already long kept her propped up with ease as if she weighed nothing to him.

“heh. There we go~” Vash was pleased with himself for giving you the first finish.

“St- Stampede…” Y/N stammered and could do nothing but a gesture to the bed. “Please.” She added. Vash kissed her inner thigh and escorted her to the bed as requested.

Vash Found one of her fingers hooked on the belt loop of his pants, eagerly pulling the layer of hindrance, “May I?” this time, it was Y/N’s turn to ask for the same request as Vash did before.

He nods in approval, allowing her to undo his belt and finally meet his little partner. He was unexpectedly girthy.

“Charming”

“Thank you”

Vash leans in for another kiss, this time it was at a gentler pace. He’d hope that by doing so, Y/N would be put at ease before finally committing to the full copulation.

He aligned himself with her but paused.

‘damn… never knew I’d be able to get to this point again… what if…?’  Vash inwardly thought. Just then, Y/N’s small yet warm fingers caress his cheek and gave him a tender, reassuring smile, and said “It’s okay. You won’t hurt me.” With that, he began slowly pushing in.

Every succeeding inch being pushed in caused Y/N’s back to arch from the bed, and for every succeeding length, Vash had to suck air through his teeth. He felt as though he finally hilted in her and curiously looked down to see his work. It turns out, he had already reached Y/N’s cervix without being fully sheathed yet.

‘Fuuuuuuuuckkk that’s cute’

In a haze, Y/N completely misread his pause as hesitation and assured him again that he could move. Vash was about to correct her but thought against it to not dampen the mood.

The pace was slow at first. no rush. Just completely focus on giving each other as much pleasure as they can possibly give one another. As Y/N begins to get used to him, her insides begin to memorize his shape. But as their hearts begin beating faster, their breaths more ragged and labored, blood boiling hotter, so too was their pace, each time Vash pulls out and reenters her, his shaft slowly fits in her and finally, she fully sheaths his length, finally completely connected for the first time.

“V- Vah- hah – sh… Ah!” Y/N mewled his name, her voice felt like a prayer to him. The kind that would haunt him in his sleep. Oh, the dangerous game she unknowingly made him play. It did nothing but stoke his roaring flames even more.  

Speaking of which, Vash was beginning to feel overwhelmed by how hot the room has become and it wasn’t helping that his clothes were in the way. Lost in the heat, he had completely forgotten why he kept them on in the first place, far too lost in his heated pleasure with this terrifyingly bewitching woman, and tore his shirt off. It gave him only but a brief moment of relief before he realized what he had done.

His blood ran cold, his body frozen in place, inwardly cursing himself for getting carried away. At this point, he can do nothing but anticipate Y/N’s expressions contorting into something of disgust or fear. Either way, he’d accept his fate, come what may.

In a blur, he now found himself underneath Y/N.

“How-?” Vash couldn’t finish his words when he saw the glint in her eyes. Keenly, intently, adoringly scanning every scab and scar that was ever present on his skin. She looked so wild but ethereal under the glow of the moonlight. Vash had forgotten they were even connected until Y/N began moving again, the sudden movement earned a surprised gasp from his lips.

“Gods you’re Beautiful.” Her voice was dripping with venom and lust, and a new wave of heat and passion bloomed from within her core. But Vash was too focused on what she called him… ‘beautiful’

Memories of when he first laid bare to a partner in bed pierced his thoughts. Of when he has bestowed a myriad of names, ones that aren’t pretty, to say the least. Memories of when he woke up to an empty bed, of when he was lied to and left alone to have no one to love.

Before the tears could form in his eyes, Y/N had already kissed them away then her lips moved to a small scar nearby, smiling with every scar kissed in her wake, each lovingly treated as though they were fragile, especially the ones that looked new or recent, afraid that they’d hurt if she was too rough.

“Your beautiful as you are, Vash the Stampede.” The way she whispered his name wasn’t of fear but of love. One he hadn’t heard of since his childhood, a hundred or so years ago.

Stampede stirs awake, feeling the sun's rays hit his lids. He rolled over to one side of the bed, hoping he’d find Y/N still sleeping next to him… only he rolled onto another space.

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Feeling dejected, Vash sighed and rolled onto his back, covering an arm over his eyes in a pathetic attempt to hide his own emotions but failed, now fighting back hot tears and chuckling to himself.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Vash heaved a bleak sigh.

Vash gave himself all to her that night. Each wound was mended with her warm touch, that night, The humanoid Typhoon was but a calm breeze.

“What is?”

Vash bolted up from the bed, scanning the room to find the owner of the voice in disbelief. There, Y/N stood by the bathroom door, wearing nothing but the large red coat that Vash had discarded the night before.

At first, Y/N looked confused by his reaction but when her eyes landed on the fluffy blonde mess atop his head, she puffed a small laugh. She then strode towards the bewildered man, cupping his cheek as she reached him and planted a warm, loving kiss on his forehead.

“I suppose the bourbon hasn’t completely left your system yet.” Y/N beams sweetly to him and smooths his tangled golden locks “get dressed and let's get something to eat-“

“tell-!” Vash yelped, a bit of panic in his voice. Feeling responsible all of a sudden.

“Tell me if your stomach hurts okay? If you need anything, let me know!” his hands found her elbows, gently pulling her close to him. “if the baby bothers you just call-“ Y/N interrupts him, giggling in the process. “Slow down, Vash! You know it will take a while to confirm it right?” Y/N was reduced to a giggling mess.

“I… I knew that.” Vash cleared his throat.  “Unless…” Y/N leans into his ear and whispers; “You’d want a little stampede running around, I could gladly give one to you.”

She was right, the alcohol wasn’t fully out of his system yet.

END.

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*Comments are absolutely encouraged!*

[milkyybuns]

porcelain

uzui tengen x reader

contains: Smut (MDNI!!), master x maid dynamics, Tengen is retired, fem reader, tengen is in a position of power, dubcon, dialogue/plot, praise, reader is called pet names, corruption, gentle dom Tengen, inexperienced reader

summary: The cute new maid in the Uzui manor has a very eventful first week.

Word count: 1.5k

a/n: Ok SO I think retired Tengen is like regular Tengen but more mature and confident and just a male equivalent of a cougar ok. Think regular Tengen but much more patient and (/ω＼) !!! This one is a little more descriptive than my usual stuff, let me know what you think!

The hand-painted screen door glides open as you enter Lord Tengen's quarters, tea cup and saucer in hand. To your dismay, your new employer was nowhere to be found. You look around the lavishly decorated room: an ornate dresser with a large gilded mirror, varnished cabinets with gem encrusted handles, not to mention the size of the bedroom...

What must it be like to live like this?

You thought to yourself as you reached out to feel the silk prints that adorned the walls. The cranes painted on it seemed to come alive as the evening breeze shifted the fabrics. You shivered, the doors to the backyard has been left open and you could see the beautiful moon peeking through behind wispy clouds. Figuring you would have to return at a later time, you turned to make your leave when a deep, silky voice stops you in your tracks.

"Are you the after-dinner refreshment?"

You startle, both at how sudden and how close the voice was. The tea cup in your hand wobbles just enough for some of its piping hot contents to splatter onto your skin. With a yelp, you drop the small saucer and cup. You squeeze your eyes shut on reflex, as you waited for the shattering noise. It doesn’t come.

When you opened your eyes you saw none other than Lord Tengen, a large hand holding the tea cup and saucer steadily, inches from the floor.

"I-I didn't hear you come in m'lord!" Not only were you already nervous about working at the prestigious Uzui Estate, your first week here was already off to a terrible start.

"Well that's hardly surprising, I was raised as shinobi after all. Good to know I still got it." He winks at you, and it makes you feel a tiny bit better. You watched his every move as Tengen gently sets the saucer down on a nearby table.

"More importantly..." Tengen tilts your chin up to examine your face.

"They hired such a cute little maid and didn't tell me?"

"I-it's my first week, m'lord." You answered quietly, unsure of how to take a compliment, especially one from your new boss. Secretly you think you know exactly why the head housekeeper didn't inform Lord Tengen of your employment.

Not wanting to spend any longer in his dangerous presence, you prepared to excuse yourself. But Tengen was fast to follow up.

"Since you're here already, why don’t you have a drink with me."

You weren't sure if this was an invite or a command, or both, but you felt you already made enough of a fool of yourself, and wanted to get on Lord Tengen's good side. The evening passed quickly, your conversation paired with the mellow sake. You were starting to open up a bit more to this man who was practically a stranger second ago. You were just telling Tengen more about your childhood when he noticed you were shivering.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"Um, a little. But it's no big deal, really."

"C'mere." Tengen gestured to you, patting the ground before him as he spread his thighs to make room.

"-I-I don't know if that's appropriate..." You were woozy and the offer was tempting. "...m'lord." You added.

"Stop being stubborn and come over here. Plus, you'll have a better view of the gorgeous full moon tonight."

You crawled over to settle between his muscular thighs, his large frame like a comfortable armchair that you melted against. You looked over to the night sky in the back garden, he was right. The bright moon was in full view now, the clouds having dissipated into the darkness. You craned your neck to look back at Tengen: his silvery locks caught the moonlight like spun platinum, his fine facial features perfectly serene, and just like that you were like a butterfly mesmerised by his beautiful, silken web, a willing victim. Suddenly acutely aware of how close you were, how warm his chest is and how warm you were, you shifted in his lap slightly and looked away.

"Thank you for keeping me company tonight." He breathed against the shell of your ear, and watched with amusement as goosebumps rose on the skin of your neck.

"I-it was my pleasure, m'lord." You answered as curtly as possible, trying to hide the fact you were feeling more and more restless. "You can drop the formalities my dear." Tengen smiles as he draws circles on your knee. "I think you need to relax, it’s not good for your heath if you are so wound up." Tengen undoes the belt of your uniform, parting the fabric just enough to slip his hand between your thighs.

“Lucky for you, I know exactly how to relieve some stress.” He chuckles.

He rubs slow, gentle circles all around your folds, feeling the wetness gather on his fingertips.

"Seems like I'm not the only one enjoying our night." He teases.

You flush red, squeezing your thighs together. You wanted more but didn't know how to ask for such a lewd thing from your lord.

Thankfully you didn't need to. Tengen slipped a thick digit into your wetness, shallowly fucking you as you squirmed and mewled against him. “…so soft.” He whispered as another thick digit joins the first, making you gasp and your walls clench around him. It was so good, so overwhelmingly good. His fingers were curling and pressing and gods you felt dizzy as the pleasure intensified. You decided to stare at the ceiling light just so you could ground yourself. It was almost too much, his spicy sweet scent filled your nostrils as he nuzzled against the crook of your neck. Filthy words dipped in that silky, deep voice that had you gushing around his diligent fingers.

“M’lord…! I-I think I’m gonna…” you whines as the room turned blurry, desperately clutching the fabric of his robe for support. All you could hear was the obscene squelching sounds of his fingers slipping in and out of your messy folds, his low groans mixed in with your own needy moans.

Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit you like a train, arching your back against his firm chest as he helped you ride out your pleasure. Through your blurred vision you see him bringing those same fingers to his mouth, before sucking them clean with a wet pop!

“I-it’s dirty…” You panted.

“Don’t be silly,” he chuckled. "Want a taste?”

Before you could reply he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, tongue shoving into your mouth. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.

As you came out of your blissed stupor, you were suddenly acutely aware of something hard pressing against you from behind.

“I-is that…?”

“…what you do to me?" Tengen chuckles. "Yes it is my dear.” He kisses down your neck and shoulder, before laying one final kiss on your inner wrist. “I think...it’s time you returned to your own quarters.”

“A-are you sure m’lord? I can help you if you’d like?” You boldly offered, surprising even yourself.

“I can take care of myself.” He paused. “I…don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“But m’lord, I want to make you feel good too…” you admitted. “May I? Please?”

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Tengen could tell you've never done this before. He thought it was cute how you gasped at the sight of his semi-erect cock. The way you shyly stroked his thick shaft with two hands before dipping your head down to give it a tentative lick.

Which is why he was surprised when you parted your lips to slide his fat tip in, whimpering at how wide your jaw had to open for it to fit.

"Oh fuck." Tengen let out a deep groan as he threaded his hand in your hair. Massaging your scalp as you dribbled all over his cock. You were around a third of the way down his girth when your gag reflex kicked in and you pulled away, coughing.

"Too much for you my dear? Why don't you give it a few licks up and down here." Tengen cooes, eyelids heavy as he guided your head with a large hand. "...hnn that's it, you're getting the hang of it. Such a quick learner."

After some experimenting, you settled for lavishing his tip with attention as you stroked the rest with your hands. You enjoyed how you were drawing the most lewd and heavenly sounds from a powerful ex-hashira and your boss no less. Soon Tengen was bucking his hips up, you could feel him throb against your swollen lips. His large hand firmly held your head in place as his warm seed filled your mouth.

"I-I'm sorry I couldn't take more m'lord...!" You pulled away, gasping with a thin line of saliva and cum connecting his cock to your mouth. A sight Tengen carved into his memory for later.

"Hahh, pay it no mind sweetheart" He panted. "...you did well, so well for your first time." Dark eyes look up at you through thick lashes. “Practice makes perfect, hm?”

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Dancing in the moonlight

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Hey! I recently discovered your blog and really enjoy your writing~ I've been having major Spike feels lately so I was wondering if I could request something for him? Maybe the reader is human and not related to the Scooby gang at all and just meets Spike through pure coincidence. She doesn't know about Vampires and anything supernatural and starts dating him but one day gets attacked and badly injured and he gets really protective? Thank you so much!

Warning: violence. Blood mention.

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I know you said human, and the reader is for the majority of the fic. Eventual demon (werewolf) reader.

Ever since you met Spike that evening in the parking lot, you had been near-inseparable. You had been clutching some books and papers in your hands and he had offered to carry them for you. You had almost found yourself blushing – if that was something you did so easily. Everything on your mind completely erased as the incredibly attractive man before you smirked his way over to your car and passed your books back.

He didn’t know why, but he knew he needed to talk to you. Quickly noting he wanted to become close to you. He was drawn to you and he soon realised you had no clue about demons, vampires or even the Hellmouth you were living on. Hell to you was long hours at work and getting cut off on the road while you were driving.

Your friendship grew and blossomed into a relationship, he was extremely protective and you liked this – you just weren’t aware why he was so protective. He had slipped mace into your bag more than once and he had made sure to sign you up for a self-defence class after you couldn’t stop giggling when he tried to instruct you himself.

One day after dark, your car was in the shop and Spike was old fashioned, he hadn’t yet been dragged into present day, despite your claim that you would one day convince him to  so he didn’t carry a cell. This meant that you decided to walk home. 

You made several mistakes that night.

Mistake number one: Was letting your own cell die and being half-way between Sunnydale and the back-of-beyond little car shop that did good prices and had friendly people working there. You were loyal to places like that but it meant you were caught out walking home. You were trying to find a payphone but it appeared there were now none. Spike would be worrying, he hated when you were out alone after dark. He was so protective and caring, but thankfully not smothering. You still weren’t sure why he cared about the dark so much, but you loved the way he would walk you places.

Mistake number two: was that despite your wanting to return to Spike’s arms soon, you had been dawdling, not picking up the pace, way after midnight, on a full moon. In fact, you had been strolling, enjoying the moonlight and the way the cool breeze caressed your face. You weren’t sure why but you had been transfixed by the moon that night. It was as if it were calling to you, whispering sweet nothings to pull you in. As if you were finally seeing it for the first time.

You all but skipped down the abandoned streets, a pleasantly deserted walk home to you. But, to anyone in the know, it was eerily quiet. The time of deafening quiet that begged for a scream to interrupt the creeping fear it brought. You took a turn straight into a large dog. He was a lot larger than a dog you had encountered before, his teeth were baring and he appeared to be wild. But it was in your nature to befriend animals and so you didn’t think twice about this hideously over-sized dog that sat quietly waiting for you under the full moon.

And that’s how we come to mistake number three: you trying to pet the grey (were)wolf rather than fight it. Your first instinct, rather than a good old roundhouse kick, was to slowly walk up to the wolf and let it smell your hand before you tried to pet it. But instead of soft fur, as you had been expecting to feel, you had the animal’s jaw wrapped around your hand. His canines ripping into your flesh and making you scream out. You were staring in horror as thick blood dripped up your arm and down the wolf’s chin. You started to struggle but his jaw had locked and your eyes were watering. Your voice had now stopped screaming, no noise was coming from your mouth as your eyes stayed connected with the wolf’s. His eyes looked almost… human.

Spike also made a mistake that night, it had been to not swing by your house and check if you wanted to spend the evening together instead. He had had a bad feeling and now it had proved right. It was a mistake he would be mad at himself for, after he directed this anger at the wolf that now had a taste for your blood.

He had been looking for a demon to fight, knowing you were doing something this evening so he took his chance. He hadn’t found a way to explain about demons – it just never felt like the right time. Plus, there was always the potential for you to become frightened and never want to see him again. But apparently now, was the right time. He was going to have to explain it all.

He had run in your direction when he heard a scream, and then he smelt the intoxicating aroma of your blood. It was sticky and sweet, just as he remembered it. He had smelled that the first time he had met you and he’d often fantasised about the way you would taste. You had a papercut that night – you had met after you had been walking home from the library, books in hand and some files. You had wanted to look into the history of ‘Sunnydale’ you had a strange feeling that nothing was what it seemed, but everything checked out and after you had met Spike you had forgotten completely about the strange feeling.

When he rounded the corner, his eyes widened and without missing a beat, he ran at the wolf and tackled it. It’s jaw releasing your hand as he punched it’s torso to disarm it. He kicked it away whilst it snapped its jaw angrily before retreating. Your knees buckled due to the pain and when the wolf scampered away, Spike ran over to you and inspected your injury. He was mad, a perfect bite mark was weeping hot red liquid as your face contorted in pain.

Spike’s jaw tensed, he ripped some material from his t-shirt, creating a tourniquet for your wound that he carefully wrapped around the deep bitemark on your hand. He stroked your head softly, trying to show you it would be okay but you were becoming a little lethargic.

“If that ugly mutt comes back, I’ll bloody rip-” but he wasn’t able to finished the sentence he was muttering through gritted teeth as the wolf rounded the corner again. It could smell your blood still and so it had circled back despite the threat from Spike. You were started to become more than a little woozy from the bite that had now bled through the material. Too much blood for a normal animal bite.

Spike told you to stay there, running at the wolf and throwing some punches as he went. The fight was ferocious and your eyesight was becoming a little fuzzy. You heard him taunting, shouting with a torrent of insults as he took care of the animal that was desperate to take another chunk out of you.

he was fighting in a way that was almost primal, his face appeared to change in and out of human, but that could be your weakening eyesight.

Suddenly the threat stopped. The cacophony of snarling ceasing and all you could hear were Spike’s footsteps towards you as your eyesight tried to focus on what was in front of you. You were bleeding a lot, the bite was a lot deeper than you had thought. In fact, spike was concerned it was something else entirely making you bleed so much.

 He scooped you up, explaining his movements clearly as he started to carry you bridal-style. You lean into the comforting touch, his tenderness so different from the way he had been a moment ago. He wanted you to be safe and he wasn’t sure how to explain what had just happened.

“Thank God you were here” You murmured, wrapping an uninjured arm around him from where he was supporting you through the streets, “Never seen such a big husky” You muttered, which made him frown. He would have thought you would say something, question it. That was, without a doubt a werewolf. You usually asked a bunch of questions, but it may be the blood loss talking tonight.

“Nothin’ like a dance in the moonlight, pet” he winked trying to keep things light, but his brow furrowed as you winced and looked at your hand as you clutched your side with the good hand. You weren’t feeling good. Spike hauled you over the threshold and laid you in bed. He patched you up the best he could and held you close in bed. His bravado never slipped, his throwaway comments designed to make you feel better, but he was worried. He had a hunch about what may be coming.

The next night, the last night of the full moon was a time when your mistakes all formed to maintain your destiny. A destiny you had no time to prepare for. Spike stayed over, knowing what may happen. And sure enough, when the moon rose, your change started to happen. He tried to help you through it, but you threw him off you once you had changed into a wolf. He knew it was time to tell you about the demons of Sunnydale, that is if he could protect you and hold Buffy and the others off from slaying you before dawn.

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ Blue Skies (Woozi/Jihoon Lee)

Genre: Supernatural, Crack, Fluff, Crossover, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,598 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Jihoon ☁

World: Seventeen & NCT ☁

Prompt: “I’m too pale for this.”

Author’s Note: This was heavily inspired by a story that @prettywordsyouleft​ told me as well as that one episode of Bleach where they go a beach trip. This fic is dedicated to Sem and Chelle♥

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It was the beginning of June, a time for building bonds and having fun. On one particularly hot day, you found yourself at the beach alongside a large group of friends and your lovely boyfriend. The day started out pretty normal.

Around noon, your boyfriend called you up and announced that Seventeen would be going to the beach in an hour. He didn’t sound pleased at this at all, thinking of a thousand and one ways he’d rather spend the day. Jihoon was a workaholic by nature and he’d prefer sitting in the studio working on a new song rather than sitting on the hot sand. Although you preferred summer over winter, you weren’t fond of being burnt to a crisp under the sun, but if all your friends were going, you knew you’d regret not meeting up with them. It had been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend and several weeks since you had seen your good friends, Chelle and Sem.

Thirty minutes after his phone call, a van pulled up in front of your house, driven by one of Seventeen’s managers. You knew it was only one of several vehicles considering the size of the group. Minghao was sitting up front with Mingyu and Seungkwan taking the second row of seats. Vernon and Jihoon were in the back, leaving a spot for you between them.

After getting assaulted with hugs by Seungkwan and Minghao, you settled into your seat and their manager started toward the beach. Even with the A/C on, the van was warm, but you briefly wondered if the two bodies on either side of you had anything to do with that.

Jihoon shifted, resting his head on your shoulder as his hand found yours, fingers lacing together. With a smile, you pecked his forehead.

A bright flash filled your vision as Seungkwan snapped a picture of you both, cooing like he was watching a novella. Jihoon glared at him but muttered under his breath for him to forward the picture.

“We’re here!” The van pulled into the packed parking lot and you felt yourself frowning. There were so many people there that you were starting to feel anxious.

Jihoon squeezed your hand, his voice soft and reassuring. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

Having such an amazing man by your side was certainly helpful, but it didn’t erase the anxiety completely. Something just felt off and your momma had always taught you to listen to your gut.

You helped the boys carry their items as they searched for the rest of the group, weaving in between families and groups of teenagers. They were at the far end of the beach, which was a bit less crowded but still decently filled with people.

The sky was as blue as the water, not a single cloud around to stop the sun from beating down upon the earth. You could feel the rays penetrating your skin. ’I’m far too pale for this,’ you thought, resisting the urge to sigh as you rubbed your arms.

Jihoon plopped down onto the towel as soon as you placed it over the sand, arms folded behind his head as he closed his eyes. You chuckled at him, pecking his cheek. He may not be happy about being away from work, but at least he could use this time to get some rest.

Chelle and Sem pulled you into a hug when they saw you, happy to catch up over the happenings of the past few weeks. It always felt refreshing talking to them. They energized you and helped you relax despite the stressful environment of being around so many strangers.

Hoshi came up behind Chelle, his arm around her waist as he greeted you with a smile. You didn’t miss how her cheeks dusted with pink. “Who’s up for some volleyball?”

“Sorry, I’m waiting to enter the sandcastle contest. It’s starting soon.” Sem declined the offer.

“I’m just un-athletic.” You shrugged, sticking your tongue out at Jihoon when he laughed.

You parted ways with them, promising to meet up later in the evening. “I’m thirsty, wanna come with me to get something?”

In response, he held his arms out, wanting you to pull him to his feet. Jihoon wasn’t the thinnest person in the world, but his short stature and slim body meant he wasn’t very heavy. Or perhaps you were just stronger than average.

You pulled him up with ease and he thanked you with a smile, lacing your hands together as you walked towards the drink bar. The seating area was covered by a roof to block the sun, but there were no walls, leaving it open. The actual bar where the drinks are made was a small shack made of dark oak wood.

“Can you get me some lemonade? I’ll grab us a table.” Jihoon offered and you nodded, watching as he picked a table at the front, right next to the support beam.

Most of the customers ordered their drinks and returned to their groups, but several decided to hang out under the roof, allowing the area to buzz lightly with conversation and laughter. The customer in front of you got her order and you stepped forward, pulling out some cash from your wallet.

“Can I take your order?”

Why did that voice sound so familiar? You looked up, meeting the soft brown eyes of the one and only Mark Lee. He smiled brightly when he realized it was you.

“Ah, hello Y/N!”

“Mark? What are you doing here?”

“The owner’s son didn’t show up for his shift and he desperately needed someone to fill in. I was happy to help, plus I get free watermelon!”

You chuckled at his excitement. “I meant why you’re here at the beach.”

“Doyoung hyung wanted to see Sem, so he begged our manager until he finally agreed. The rest of NCT is here too, somewhere.”

The older woman behind you cleared her throat rudely, glaring at the both of you.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “I’ll keep an eye out for them. I’d like to order a lemonade and a coke, please. Both medium.”

He took the money with a smile, not affected by the woman’s rudeness. “Coming right up!”

You stepped to the side as you waited for your drinks, catching Jihoon’s gaze as he scanned the room. He smiled at you softly and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Throughout your years of life, you had dated many different people, always on the search for your own true love. You were a hopeless romantic and just wanted to find your soulmate, but none of the relationships ever lasted more than a few weeks. They just weren’t the right fit for you, despite how lovely they actually were.

You were twenty years old when you first found Seventeen on YouTube and you instantly fell in love. Their songs never failed to make you smile and you loved how talented and hard-working the members were. They had great chemistry that warmed your heart and drowned you in feels. It was easy to choose your bias in the group – from day one, Jihoon had caught your eye, demanding your attention. You’d always have to watch their music videos multiple times because you’d find yourself focused solely on him and not the content itself. He was gorgeous, his personality was great, he was hardworking, talented and clearly cared deeply for the other members.

In your eyes, he was absolutely perfect.

A year and a half later, you learned that Chelle was dating Soonyoung, one of Seventeen’s many members. Knowing about your crush on the short boy, she offered to introduce you to the group, to which you nervously but excitedly said yes.

It had been like a fairytale, honestly. As soon as you entered the room, your eyes snapped to him without having to search. His gaze met yours and it felt like everyone else vanished. The room had gone silent and he was the only thing you could focus on.

Jihoon had always been the type of person that didn’t believe in love at first sight. When it came to soul mates, he neither believed nor disbelieved in it – he simply never gave it any thought. But on that day, he learned that he had been very much wrong. The rest is history.

Even after nearly two years of being together, you still felt like you were falling in love with him all over again every time your eyes met or when he smiled at you so softly. If you were dreaming, you never wanted to wake up.

“Y/N~” A cold drink was pressed against your cheek and you startled, whipping around to face a grinning Haechan as he leaned over the counter.

You returned the smile as you took the two plastic cups. “Couldn’t resist helping, huh?”

“What can I say, I’m an angel~”

“I need two pink lemonades and a sweet tea!”

“On it!” Haechan called, sending you a wink before getting back to work.

You went to sit across from Jihoon but he gently grabbed your arm, guiding you onto the metal chair beside him.

“The only good thing about this trip is I get to be with you.” He murmured into your ear, pressing his soft lips below your jawline.

Butterflies erupted in your belly and you couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your throat. “Things have been so busy lately, we haven’t had much time together.”

He hummed when your fingers slid through his blonde hair, gently caressing his scalp. “We could always go somewhere a little more private.”

“Like where?” You breathed out. “Everywhere is crowded.”

His hand rested on your thigh, hot breath fanning across your neck as he spoke in a low baritone. “I’m sure I can find a place.”

Before you could respond, a terrified scream pierced through the air, making both of you tense up. “What the hell was that?”

Jihoon stood, eyes narrowing at the expanse of beach. “I don’t know.”

More screams filled the air as people started to run away from the opposite end of the beach. Dread filled you as you realized something important – that’s the direction Soonyoung and Chelle had gone! Without a second of hesitation, you bolted in the direction of the screams, ignoring Jihoon’s frantic calls.

What you found made your eyes widen in shock.

Close to shore yet not quite on land was a giant octopus, towering over you. Its tentacles were swinging wildly through the air, smashing against the sand as they attempted to grab the last of the fleeing beachgoers.

“Y/N!” A terrified yell of your name and your eyes snapped up, landing on Chelle. One of the tentacles was wrapped tightly around her body, swinging her through the air. Another had latched tightly onto Soonyoung, holding him upside down as he beat it with his fist. “Run away! It’s dangerous!”

Your eyes darted around the beach, looking for something you could use as a weapon. Jihoon finally caught up to you, taking a second to catch his breath.

“Here,” he held out his hand, revealing a sheathed sword.

“Where did you – ”

“That’s not important. We have to help them.” He met your eyes and his determination and courage transferred to you. You nodded, pulling the blade from its sheath and steeling your resolve. A tentacle launched towards you but you managed to sidestep it, using the momentum to leap onto it. With a war cry fit for an anime, you stabbed the sword into its flesh before taking off, forcing the blade to split the tentacle in two.

The beast roared in pain, the swings getting more aggressive and harder to dodge. It swung around, slamming into the metal and forcing you backward, your bare feet digging into the hot sand. You struggled, using all of your might to push back, but the tentacle didn’t move an inch – you were stuck in a deadlock.

Jihoon cried out as he ran towards you, slicing through the tentacle before it could break your defenses. The sword he held was identical to your own.

“I… I don’t think I’m strong enough to defeat it, Jihoon.”

He set the blade down, gently cupping your face. “You’re stronger than you could ever imagine, love.” He leaned in to kiss you but he violently jerked away by the monster.

“Jihoon!” Your eyes jumped between your three friends as they struggled against their binds. You didn’t know what to do. Were you strong enough?

’You must believe in yourself, Y/N!’

“Sem?”

A corporeal Sem appeared beside you, smiling as her hand rested over your own which was gripping the blade tightly. “I will lend you my power, but it’s useless if you don’t believe in yourself.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes tightly, ’I can do this. I WILL do this. I’ll defeat this beast and rescue my friends!’

Sem’s body broke into particles that the sword absorbed. Your body started to glow the same ethereal blue that hers had and you felt your power level rising. You could feel it, the energy coursing through your veins. With one final yell, you took off at full speed, leaping into the air with the sword raised above your head.

“LET MY FRIENDS GO!!” You screamed, bringing the sword down with all your might. The blade sliced the creature down the middle and it jiggled for a few seconds before expanding. It’s skin burst, sending green goo flying everywhere. The tentacles exploded one by one, sending your friends falling to the Earth below.

Jihoon did a flip, landing on his feet. Soonyoung tried to mimic it but belly-flopped the sand, Chelle falling on top of him. Sem materialized out of the sword, rushing to check on her best friend.

With a relieved sigh, you fell to the ground, looking up at the blue sky. Jihoon plopped down beside you before throwing his body over yours. You would have chuckled if not for the foul-smelling goo that covered you both.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl.” He whispered, his lips ghosting over yours. “I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks tinted, fingers curling around the hem of his swim trunks. “I couldn’t have done it without you guys. All of you gave me the strength I needed.”

He smirked, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “In that case, I think I deserve a reward, don’t you?”

You leaned up to press your lips against his but he pulled back, suddenly chuckling in an evil manner. “Umm, Jihoon, what’s wro – ”

His eyes started to glow a neon green as his laughter grew in volume.

“Get away from him!” Sem cried. “He’s been infected!”

Before you could react, his hand covered your eyes and everything went black.

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With a yelp, you sprung up in bed, breathing heavily as you frantically patted yourself down – there was no trace of the green goo.

Jihoon groaned from beside you, still half asleep. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I had a weird dream…” You muttered, resting a hand on your sweaty forehead.

He reached up, throwing his arm across your chest and pulling you back down against the satin sheets. His face nuzzled in your neck, his leg swinging over your own. “I told you not to watch anime before bed.”

“Right…” Although your body relaxed, you couldn’t help but wonder why the dream had felt so vivid, so real.

Little did you know, Sem and Chelle had experienced the exact same dream.

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Ok picture this. Thief!Uraraka x Rich!Reader. And it's as angsty as possible? Like Uraraka really out here just looking for that coin, ya know? She didn't come to play!

Warning: Cursing, smut~ish, major angst, thoughts of suicide, kissing, gayness, cuteness overload

Uraraka sat in the kitchen, eating the last Christmas cookie in the entire building. “Ugh, I don’t see why you don’t want to go to your parents for the Holidays! I love your mom! We’ve gone to my family’s house for the past three years.” Kirishima argued as he and Bakugo carried their suitcases down the stairs. “No! You’re mom makes the best food for Christmas, and we get the pool house all to ourselves! Do you realize how much fucking we can do?!” Bakugo slapped Kirishima’s ass, unaware that Ochako was in the room. 

“Plus, we agreed that your mom does Thanksgiving and Christmas with the cooking. My mom does Halloween and the fourth of July with the decorations and explosions.” Bakugo kissed Kirishima before they walked back upstairs to get more of the luggage.

“Todoroki! Say hi to my mom!” Izuku yelled, running up to him with a phone in his hand as Todoroki walked down the other hallway. “Hi Inko!” Todoroki smiled as Uraraka saw Izuku’s mom on the screen. “Oh Todo, Bora Bora is lovely! Make sure to thank your sister for allowing me to use the family vacation house!” Inko exclaimed as the two boys nodded, smiled, and then hung up the phone. “Now, Touya is going to be here soon so let’s move!” 

Todoroki grinned, taking all the luggage in his hands as they walked, not letting Deku carry any of it.

Uraraka smiled, happy for her friends who were doing things over their holiday break. Her on the other hand... would be at the dorms alone. She was the only one in 1-A who didn’t want to go home. Her parents would be working their tail off, and she would just be forced to lug around heavy boxes, sweep, and do their office management for two weeks straight like she did every year. She would never tell anyone that though... how embarrassing.

“Ochako!” She heard behind her, turning around to look at you. “You were on the phone with your parents while holding your LV purse. Your Gucci slides shined on your feet, and the diamond earrings you had been given by Todoroki glimmered in the light. You were everything Ochako wished she could be.

You were an icon for a boss bitch, a model, powerful, brilliant, gorgeous... and as rich as someone could get. Sure Uraraka had the biggest crush, but more than not she wanted to be you. The luckiest human alive.

Your father, Endeavor Todoroki, and Tensei Iida been rivals growing up, eventually becoming pro heroes and starting their own agencies. Of all of them, your father had grown to become a millionaire by going to America instead of Tokyo, and starting his agency there where the competition was pitiful.

That had led to your family becoming one of the most wealthiest in all of Tokyo, above the Yaoyorozus and Iidas. In fact, you, Iida, and Momo had been close friends since toddler age.

“Yes Y/n?” Ochako responded, coming out of her trance. “My mom says I should invite a friend to our beach house. I know you said you didn’t want to go anywhere for the Holidays, but would you? My modeling agency is sponsoring our trip so we can get massages, go snorkeling, you know. All that fun stuff.” Ochako perked up more as you explained. “W-where is it?” She asked excitingly. “Ever heard of Hawaii? My dad’s main office is there.” Ochako hopped off the barstool and smiled brightly. 

“Sure! I’d love to go!” She hugged you before running to go pack her things. “Wait, I don’t have any bathing suits!” She yelled back as you just rolled your eyes, still on the phone with your parents. “Yes Daddy, email them about my plus one. Just borrow mine, I have a few you can use. No Daddy, it’s not a boy, it’s Ururaka.” You winked at her as she ran upstairs, hurrying as fast as she could as if you would leave her.

Once her bags with packed, Ochako came back to the room to see you on the phone still. She sat down, choosing to watch you adoringly and letting you finish your call. “Yes Claire, I’m having a couples massage with my bestie on the third, and snorkeling on the thirtieth. Now don’t get that screwed up with my photoshoot the sixth, and the fireworks for New Years. Yes, the maid went to the house earlier.” 

As you continued, she stared at you. Wow, she’s so... impressive. If only I could have a sliver of that... power. Or you. Honestly, you seemed to get more attractive as Ochako stared at you. ‘If only I could use this to help my family... I’m so god damn scared of what’s going to happen. Mom isn’t working, and Dad might have cancer. What can I do? I’m a student taking classes at UA full time. There’s no time to work!’ Ochako thought deeply, stressing out.

“Phew, I’m glad that’s over! Just called my manager to schedule our break.” You grabbed her bags happily, carrying them to the car outside. “Wonderful! My sister is waiting at the airport with our jet! Then we can zip over the Hawaii and get this party started!” Ochako found herself shaking as you two entered the large black car.

...

Walking out of the airport, Ochako found herself woozy. That’s what sleeping for 15 hours straight did to you after all. Of course... you looked beautiful. You had been drinking hot water with lemon the entire time, had moisturized every half hour, and had taken only four naps, being half an hour long each.

 You were literally the perfect human being, while Ochako had helped herself to your plane’s supply of cake and soda while watching videos on her phone.

“Look! There he is!” You pointed to the boy wearing only rainbow swim trunks and sunglasses standing on top of the blue Jeep. “Andrew! Babe!” You ran and hugged him. “Chance, this is my friend Uraraka. Ochako, this is Chance, one of the models I’m working with for the company’s LGBT campaign!” Ochako perked up, staring at you. You... liked girls??? She... had a chance?

“You bet it! Hop in ladies!” With ease, you lifted Ochako into the Jeep and followed her in. While you were driving, Ochako couldn’t help but relax greatly. The sea breeze and smell of the ocean salt consumed her, almost making her forget all her problems. But she couldn’t forget all her problems... she had promised her mom that she would fix everything by the new year. 

And here she was... going to party while she ignored her family.

“Here we are!” As you pulled in, Ochako almost passed out. “You like it? Daddy got it remodeled it last Spring. It has two pools, a hot tub, an amazing view, and of course... the beach is only a few steps away!” You exclaimed, taking your bags in and upstairs to your room. Ochako had her breath taken away completely. 

“You... live here? Like... you own this place?” Ochako found herself dying over the marble everything, the flowers everywhere, the splashes of color from the expensive art, and the views outside. “Don’t be silly. This is only our vacation home! Daddy lives here sometimes while he’s recovering from injuries since he stays in America, but Mom and I stay in Japan. I obviously live at UA.” You smiled, walking out to the balcony from your bedroom. “Oh, I almost forgot! Here, you can choose whatever you want!”

You opened the closet to reveal a room the size of Ochako’s bedroom. Filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, jewelry, mirrors, and led lights. “Over the years of modeling I get a bunch of cute clothes! You should only imagine how much I have from when I did child modeling. Oh, and here! Pick out some jewelry for tonight. We can totally play dress up while we’re on vacay. We have to look famous, right?” You laughed, hugging Ochako while walking out of the closet. 

“Oh, and the purse rack is to your left! We can use that when we go shopping or out to eat! I have a bunch of LV so you can use one! I never use them anymore!” You giggled, smiling as you looked back at the view. “Pick out what you want to wear tonight, and a bathing suit for night swimming at the pool! I’ll go downstairs and give the chef recommendations! Any ideas?” You asked, sticking your head in the doorway. “N-n-nope!” Ochako called out as you ran downstairs.

Ochako’s eyes led to the big case of jewelry. It had so many gold chains, so many rings. Dozens and dozens of real pearl earrings. “I can’t... no. I have to.” She grabbed two pairs of pearl earrings, a gold chain, two rings that both had diamonds, and then a pair of heels. You were a size 8, but these were a size four. They were Ochako’s mom’s size. 

Without thinking, Ochako shoved them into her bag and zipped it back up. In the heat of the moment, Ochako looked around, desperate for more. She had found her solution! Steal from the rich and give to the poor! She easily had just taken over 5k from you, and you probably wouldn’t even blink. You would never suspect her, right? Of course you wouldn’t. You two had been flirting with each other since you met. You trusted her.

Ochako stopped herself, slapping herself in the face. “W-what are you doing? She trusts you! You fricking like her you dumb idiot!” She yelled at herself, looking around. No, she had to help her family, even a little bit. Just little things you wouldn’t even bat an eye at.

She took a ten dollar bill under your desk, stuffed the pencil pouch you had gotten from Italy, and easily slipped a Gucci perfume bottle into her bag. “Hey, Ochako!” Uraraka turned around to see you smiling ear-to-ear. “Happy early Christmas!” You held out your hand, revealing a tiny box. “H-huh?” She exclaimed, slowly taking it from you and gasping. Inside was a simple silver ring, polished and perfectly fitting for her small finger. “It’s a promise ring.” You walked closer to her. 

“As to promise that once we become heroes, we will remain friends.” Ochako stepped closer to you, staring at your lips. “And... maybe...” Ochako couldn’t finish her sentence as you two slammed your lips into each other. The kiss was hot and passionate, as if it was releasing all the thoughts you two had had for four years straight of having to resist. “God, once I found out you were gay.” You kissed Ochako’s neck as she tried to talk, moaning in between words. “Once he said LGBT, I knew I had to...” She moaned again, turning you on. You bent her on the bed, running kisses up and down her neck. 

As Ochako was about to remove her shirt, you stopped her. “Let’s save that for after dinner.” You winked, leaving her feeling teased. “So, what are we Y/n?” She asked, blushing from what you had just said. “Well it depends. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just say the word.” You moved closer as she sat on your bed, getting closer and closer. “Be my girlfriend Y/n.” She whispered as you smiled, slowly kissing her lips. 

“Well then I guess that ring is more than a friendship ring. What do you think it means?” You asked, kissing her neck tenderly again. “I... don’t know. Once we have so many responsibilities next year, let’s stay together. Promise to make time for each other... and one day, settle down.” You sucked her neck extra hard as she said that. “We’re getting out of UA soon Y/n. Maybe we can move in together to... try things out.” She talked as you continued to kiss her neck.

 She had to admit you turned her on like nobody else could. “Awesome. Well, dinner is about ready. How about we go down and... introduce you to my family. I’m sure they’d love to meet my new... girlfriend. First, let’s get changed.” You walked over to your closet and pulled out an outfit you had prepared beforehand. A white t-shirt and black jeans, cute and tomboyish. 

“Oh, and I promise not to peek.” You winked, before facing away with your back to Uraraka. Ochako picked out a pink sweater and black skirt, thinking as she put it on. Is this wrong? Of course it is. But wouldn’t it be worse to deny this love for her and steal from her? At least she’s happy, look at her. The poor thing will never know, and eventually... you’ll forget all about it. Just... no more stealing.

But as time went on, Ochako found herself being the happiest she had ever been. She woke up to you two full-on making out in bed for at least half an hour, then would spend the entire day watching you model, then you two would eat, swim, walk around, and vacation. Of course... the days started to end even better. Nighttime was when you two couldn’t contain yourselves. There was a hot tub on the balcony right outside of your room, so you two couldn’t help yourself. Surely, you two had found yourselves naked while kissing once or twice. Sure you two were going fast, but Hawaii set the mood so much, and you two were so excited to release all the sexual tension from the past four years

Of course, Ochako also found herself getting more greedy as she adapted to the rich lifestyle. She slipped one of the nice soap dispensers, took one of you dad’s pairs of expensive sunglasses, stole another ten dollar bill she found under your bed, and had somehow managed to slip a Gucci robe from when you were six into her bag. It was stuffed to the brim, but she needed more. Her family would die if she didn’t.

Then, things turned for the worst that one night. “Ochako, let’s go night swimming!” You called out, reaching for her hand. “But I’m not wearing a bathing suit!” She yelled out instantly, still looking at herself in the mirror. You had straighten her hair, and she liked it. “Exactly.” You whispered into her ear as she grinded into you. “Okay then.” She responded, smiling as you two began to walk to the hot tub as you removed your shirt slowly, Ochako watching your every move. That was until you tripped over Ochako’s bag, falling to the ground. Along the way, a shatter could be heard from inside the bag. 

“Ochakie, I’m so sorry. What did I break?” Ochako blushed at the nickname you had given her, before realizing what you were doing. As you opened the bag, your eyes widened. Inside was your old Gucci robe, your new perfume, your soap dispenser, your dad’s sunglasses, and your old shoes along with a bunch of jewelry. 

Immediately your face turned bright red, looking up at her. “You...” You murmured angrily, standing up as she started crying. “I fucking trust you with everything and you stole from me!?” You yelled, not feeling bad at all. “You don’t understand! My family needs the money! They’re going to die if I don’t do something!” Ochako yelled, trying to defend herself. In an instant, you took out your wallet, slipping out five hundred-dollar bills and throwing them in her face. “Here’s your money Uraraka! Now where’s my trust! I was so ready to give you my virginity, give you my life! I wanted a life with you Ochako!” You began crying as she turned silent. “So that’s why you came? I wanted you, you wanted my money? Is that why you came? Is that why you kissed me?” You asked as she stared at you, trying to find words. 

“My dad has cancer! My mom is dying! I’m terrified Y/n! Please don’t be too mad at me! I needed all the money I could get quickly!” She yelled at you, still crying as you stopped. “Ochako, I could write you a check for a fucking hundred grand as we speak! You think that I would poor out my soul to you, but not help your fucking family?! Ochako, I gave you my trust and love! Do you know how hard that was?! But no, everyone just wants me for my money! Everyone! Even you!” Ochako tried to spill out words. 

She tried to tell you that she did love you, more than anything. She tried to tell you that she was obsessed with you, and that she wanted nothing more than to have you in her life. That the past few days had been the best in her entire life because of you. 

But no, all she could do was cry. 

All it took was one look in your eyes, your heartbroken eyes, for her to run out of the house. Out of the house, down the small path, and to the beach. The sunset was shining brightly, shimmering against Ochako’s tears. She was so mad at herself, and the fact that she had messed up the one amazing thing she had with you. Sure, money was great, but ever heard of love? Ochako had felt it only with you, and she had ruined it. Why hadn’t she thought of asking for your help? You were a hero god dammit, one of the most generous and giving jobs in the world. 

“God dammit! God Dammit! God dammit!” She kicked the sand, yelling as she stomped angrily. God... she should just throw herself into the ocean. After awhile of standing there, Ochako heard a noise behind her. “Oh dear, it’s just me. Tom and I are going to the country club’s cocktail party! We will be back around midnight sweetie. Y/n said to tell you to come inside, she’s getting worried. You crazy kids have fun!” Your mom called out as Ochako smiled before running inside and up to your room where you waited on your bed, a stuffed monkey in your life. 

“You know what I love about the Indian monkeys? They’re called gibbons. Funny name right?” You asked, looking up at Ochako as she nodded. She could see the mascara streaks running down your face, and she hated herself for causing that. “See, they’re cool though. Because, even if one of the monkeys makes a mistake like getting lost or eating too much of the food, they’re with their partners for life because they trust each other.” Ochako smiled sadly, understanding what you were saying. 

“When I went to India, I saw how they wouldn’t let you get close to their partners because they were protective, but if their partners walked up to you, they would allow that. It’s because they trust each other with their lives.” You got off your bed, setting the stuffed toy behind you as you walked towards your girlfriend. 

“I need to be able to trust you Uraraka. When- I mean... if we get married, all of this is going to be yours. There’s no need to steal it, you’re welcome to anything. Shoes, you bet. Want to use my perfume, go ahead. Wear my clothes, eat my food, live in my house. It’s all yours because I trust you. Right now, I need you in my life. I need to be able to trust you.” Ochako buried her face into your chest. 

“I’m so sorry Baby! It was the worst decision I could ever make! I got desperate and I did the worst thing imaginable! I’m so sorry!” She cried as you pulled her away. “In other news, both your parents are on my dad’s insurance and are going to start receiving medication right away. Don’t worry, my mom said they won’t have to pay a thing. 

She also said they can stay in our lake house if they want, it’s only a half hour away from UA.” In an instant, Uraraka started balling, pulling you into a tight hug. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” She freaked out, holding you as tight as she could. “I owe you so much! Let me do something for you! Anything!” She begged, desperate to do something nice for you like you had done for her.

“Get on the bed Baby.”

I felt extra gay while writing this but that’s not a bad thing sooooo. Honestly I’ve never found Ochaco cute until now so dangggg, thx bby. I always love your requests they make me so happy when I get one @drbumpkin

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Fic: Only A Kiss (Gryles)

Written for my call for Sunday Shorts prompts. I may squeeze one or two more in tomorrow because I’ve had fun doing these, but for now I’m off to bed.

Prompt: Since the BRITs will be upon us soon, how about some gryles messy straight through crew: the reboot. I would especially love just a straight up drunken snog with no feelings like our nicky does with all his friends. maybe he can snog everyone in the studio!! I'm getting carried away and greedy so I'll stop. Thank you you are the best �💜� from the lovely @beforeitalldisappears - thank you for the prompt!! I didn’t get the snogging everyone in the studio bit in, and I think I might have added feels (I AM SORRY) but I hope you enjoy it, nevertheless. Also, I’ve now got ‘Mr Brightside’ stuck in my head :D <33 Rating/Content: PG-13, lots of drunk-in-a-taxi kissing Pairing: Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles

Only A Kiss

There’s no diamond encrusted bottle of vodka this time and Harry is categorically not going on the radio, or so he says as he and Nick collapse into the back of a taxi in a fit of giggles over a joke Nick can’t even remember telling.

“No point coming into the studio if you’re not going to get on the radio, Styles.” Nick prods at Harry’s leg when he looks like he’s not paying sufficient attention. Nick doesn’t like it when people aren’t paying attention to him. It tends to make him louder than usual, particularly after a few drinks. “I didn’t buy you all them expensive cocktails just so you could sit around eating pizza with Rita Ora.”

Harry smiles at Nick, beatific and totally rat-arsed. Nick’s definitely going to be able to get him on the radio at this rate. “I got the drinks. Remember?”

“Now you’re just showing off.” Nick waves his hand. “You filthy rich popstars are always going on about the size of your bank accounts.”

“Mine’s enormous.” Harry looks like he’s aiming for the kind of shit-eating grin that’s been known to stop a few Victoria’s Secrets models in their tracks, but it goes lopsided. Any attempt at suave innuendo disappears entirely when he starts laughing, his smile wider than ever. Eventually he sobers, helping himself to Nick’s bottle of water and taking a swig. “Very dry room again.”

“Like a bloody desert in there,” Nick agrees. “That’s why we needed all those beers.”

“So many beers.” Harry sounds morose. He slides down in his seat, long legs clad in ridiculous florals. His suit jacket is half off and his shirt could definitely use a few more buttons. Or not, Nick thinks as he takes in the chest full of tattoos and the LA tan which reminds him of the summer. Nick envies a good tan. He’s more the burn your forehead type, slapping factor 50 on his nose and getting papped by the Daily Mail who post unflattering pictures of him and go on about him losing listeners and his bromance with Harry. Nick hates the Daily Mail. It’s shit.

“No napping on me. Straight through crew, remember?”

“Yeah.” Harry sounds suspiciously sleepy, focusing his slow blink on Nick after a moment. “Like before.”

“Not quite like before,” Nick decides. Before was…before. It was different then, with Harry. Not better, not worse, but definitely different. The air around them doesn’t have the same charged electricity it used to have back in those days. Now it’s hugs that don’t linger and a just-best-friends clap on the back. Nick sometimes wonders if he should have taken what was offered back then. It’s a thing he regrets, and he doesn’t like to have to wonder about the what might have beens. It makes him feel weird. Besides, Harry has nice lips. Excellent lips. Nick likes a snog and he reckons Harry would be good at it.

“You’re thinking,” Harry says, like it’s a surprise. Harry’s a cheeky little shit when he’s drunk. Nick could be thinking. Nick’s often thinking.

“Philosopher, me.” Nick grins at Harry and stops staring at the distracting upwards curve of his lips. Nick taps his fingers against his head tp show just how full his brain is of clever thoughts. It reminds him to check his hair in the mirror before they put the cameras on in the studio. Nobody wants to see a flaccid quiff when they’re eating their cornflakes. “I’m dead brainy.”

“You are.” Harry sounds far too kind and serious which means he’s the kind of singing at the sunset drunk he was at Pixie’s wedding, when he loved everyone, and everything, and you best of all though, Grim. “I like how you think about things.”

“Give over.” Nick snorts with laughter and watches London roll past. The first drops of rain and the dirt on the taxi window give the lights of the city an odd, blurry sheen. He blinks and focuses on Harry again. “You’re pissed.”

“You too,” Harry replies. It’s a fair observation so Nick doesn’t bother to defend himself. He’s not as pissed as he was the last time he was on the way to do the radio with Harry beside him post-BRITs, but he’s definitely a woozy sort of happy; the kind of drunk that makes him want to keep the night going for as long as he can. 

“Maybe”

Harry frowns at Nick. “I’m not doing the radio.”

“You can’t leave me on my own. You’re our only guest.” Nick isn’t positive that’s true because he asked two people off of the X-Factor, at least one member of the 1975 and Ed Sheeran to come on the show. Plus, Stormzy promised more pizza and Rita said she’d pop in towards the end. She even went home early because she takes her job helping Nick with his job very seriously.

“What’s in it for me?” Harry’s good at bargaining with Nick. He’s a terrible, impossible child who has managed to kidnap three of Nick’s favourite shirts, two books of poetry and a very decent bit of art because of those bargains. He knows how to haggle when Nick’s not firing on all cylinders.

“Give you that snog you’ve always wanted if you come on for half an hour.” Nick shrugs. He’s not bad at bargaining either.

“Dickhead,” Harry mutters. He doesn’t sound so sure. “You wouldn’t.”

“I might.” Nick looks at Harry again. Lovely Harold, with his eyes and hair and dimples. He’s got an excellent face. A brilliant face. Nick’s glad Harry’s his friend, because otherwise he’d probably hate him for being stupidly fit and successful.

“I’ll do twenty minutes, if you play one of my songs.” Harry’s gaze drops to Nick’s lips. “And I want that snog.”

“Come on, then.” Nick holds out his arms and he’s not quite expecting Harry to squirm into them, or the limpet-like grip as Harry gets his spidery arms around Nick. Harry moves in for a kiss just when the taxi goes over a speed bump and it knocks their faces together. Nick laughs and buries his head in Harry’s neck. He smells like Nick’s cologne which means he pinched some from the bathroom before they left Nick’s house to get their cab. “Smooth.”

“The smoothest.” Harry pushes his hands into Nick’s hair and then tugs him into a proper kiss. The taxi stays mercifully still and it’s really quite nice, kissing Harry. Nick gets a bit handsy and Harry’s fingers slide over Nick’s stomach against the bit of skin that’s usually ticklish. Nick hauls Harry deeper into the kiss and wonders dimly if this is a mistake. It’s not at all like kissing Gillian or Pixie, Kelly, Alexa or Rita. It’s not even like snogging Henry and having a friends-with-benefits moment when they were both pissed up and horny.

“There.” Nick pulls back after the kiss threatens to turn into something that might get them both arrested or thrown out of the taxi. He pats Harry’s cheek, not missing the flushed heat of it beneath his palm. “How was that for a snog?”

“Good.” Harry’s voice sounds even deeper than usual, which should be impossible. “Yeah. Good, man.” Harry looks out of the window, drumming his fingers on his leg. The silence is a bit awkward and Nick can’t help but think this was going better when they were kissing. “We far away?”

“About ten minutes,” Nick says. He takes a breath. “Time enough for another of those kisses, if you record a Celebrity Gamble for us.”

Harry is across the taxi again in about three seconds flat and his mouth opens eagerly to Nick. He tastes like sweet cocktails and he’s so hot in Nick’s arms, his ridiculous sofa-like suit shiny and thick against Nick’s fingers. Nick’s definitely going to have to make fun of that outfit choice on the radio. He cups a hand to the back of Harry’s neck and deepens the kiss.

If he’s only got another three minutes, he might as well make the most of it.

                                                          *****

“Thank fuck that’s over.” The show went surprisingly well considering most people involved were drunk, hungover or cross because everyone else was drunk and hungover. Nick’s head doesn’t feel brilliant though and he just wants to get back to his dogs, drink Lucozade and eat crisps.

“Jeff said it wasn’t half as bad as the last one. I sounded fine.” Harry speaks around a yawn, pleased with himself. “Can I have a kip at yours?”

Nick glances at Harry. “Yeah. ‘Course you can.” It’s nothing unusual, Harry staying over. It’s nothing unusual having friends he’s kissed - and the rest in some cases - staying over. It’s not like Harry gives him that wide-eyed look he used to back in the day, but something still feels off kilter. Nick shakes himself and blames the hangover. “I’ll even let you choose the film if you like.”

“The Notebook?”

“You’re obsessed with that film.” Nick doesn’t care. He plans to sleep through most of it. Let Harry recite both parts this time instead of forcing Nick to do the Ryan Gosling bits. He’s an actor, now. It’s good for his versatility. 

“Fiona mentioned about doing the podcast, maybe. Before I’m on tour.”

“Yeah?” Nick tips his head to look at Harry. “Would you be up for it?”

“Dunno.” Harry shrugs. His cheeks are pink and he gives Nick an odd look. “It’s a bit more than twenty minutes, a podcast.”

“Suppose.” Nick frowns at Harry and then the implication hits him. He raises his eyebrows. “Wondering what’s in it for you?”

Harry nods, a smile playing over his lips. “Might be.”

“Few more of those kisses?”

Harry looks at Nick seriously. “It’s a podcast though. I think it might take even more than that.”

Nick’s fairly certain the laughter welling within him is part hysterical panic and part surprise. The warmth he gets in his stomach when Harry’s home intensifies. “I dunno how I feel about you making me sell my body for your radio airtime, Harold.” He closes his eyes and leans back against the taxi seat, unable to hide his smile. “But I’m sure we can sort something out. I just hope the BBC appreciate the sacrifices I have to make.”

“Good.” Harry sounds closer and a warm head - mercifully head up, not down - nestles in Nick’s lap as Harry yawns again. Nick drops his hand to mess up Harry’s hair. “I don’t want you to feel cheap.” Nick laughs and he tugs at Harry’s hair, making him hey at Nick in that drawn-out way of his, and just like always it’s as if no time has passed between them at all. 

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PART 8

The lords servant

Astarion x reader

Warnings: plus size reader, light swearing, vampire things, sexual, first times, smut, harassment, sexual harassment, angst, slowburnn, oral f receiving

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Smut!

Morn came and you felt rather woozy, you didn’t want to get up and be awake. You certainly wouldn’t go out again that’s for sure, not after that Bastard. You had to get up though, lying here wouldn’t do any good. You dressed and age before cleaning your room despite it not needing to be cleaned, you needed to do something to keep your mind entertained. The day went by slowly you stayed in your room mostly, by dinner you were ready for bed till you were summoned. Daenan had stopped you in the hall as you were heading back to your room saying the lord needed to see you, you agreed heading there with nerves in your stomach. You knocked listening to the ‘come in’ he said and opened the door. You headed inside keeping your head down and closing the door again.

“You wished to-“ before you could finish you felt lips on yours, desperate. You made a confused noise before your body gave in and you closed your eyes. Your lord pressed you against the door, hands going to your sides, gripping your hips.

“My lord-“ you said brokenly between the kiss, but he didn’t listen.

“Astarion” you said quietly and he stopped, it’d been the first time you said his name alone. He sagged against you head on your shoulder and you felt your heart break, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back, he smelt like wine, could vampires get drunk? You glanced to the table, three empty bottles, well that explains it.

“What’s the matter?” You asked softly feeling his body tremble slightly.

“Has something happened?” You added but got no answer, you hoped there was no real danger involved, he just needed a comforting touch. He smelt though, awfully strange for him, had he not bathed last night? He smelt like wine and dead rats? Gods what was that.

“My lord I think you should have a bath, it’ll sooth your body” you suggested, but he didn’t move from your shoulder.

“Astarion” you whispered gently lifting his head, his eyes looked dull and hallowed, his cheeks lost their light redness they had. You cupped his face and stroked his cheek with a soft sigh. You pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Come on” you said softly as he followed you to his bathroom. You started the bath opening his cabinet finding many oils and soaps, you faltered over then, reading the different smells for going with something earthy. You poured some in the bath watching it cloud and bubble lightly. You had sat Astarion on the seat in his bathroom, he looked like a kicked puppy, it broke your heart.

“You’ll need to undress” you said as he just looked at the bath. You sighed softly going closer, hands hesitating at his buttons. You undid his shirt and slid off seeing the lean muscles he had, you suppose for two hundreds years you’d need to be fit, living in the shadows.

“Astarion” you said and he finally looked to you some cloud leaving them.

“Hm?” He said as you nodded to his pants.

“Oh” he muttered standing up and unbuttoning them. You turned around to give him privacy as you turned off the water. You waited a bit before you heard him enter the bath and turned around again. You smiled softly, nodding your head before going back to the cabinet. You grabbed a small container and a hair oil before kneeling by the bath, you froze slightly seeing scars jaggered into his back, something done on purpose.

“I can wash my hair” he defended and you flinched slightly at his tone.

“My lord- just, let me” you said as he scolded but nodded, what was going on with him. You filled the container with water before gently touching his head.

“Lean back” you said and he did. You wet his hair before ringing it out slightly making sure nothing went in his face before getting him to sit up again. You put some oil on your hands before rubbing them together then to his hair. You gently massaged it into his scalp seeing his eyes flutter close and a soft satisfied moan leaving his mouth. You smiled briefly making sure you lathered his hair before washing your hands off and picking up the container.

“Lean back again” you said and he did. You washed his hair out making sure no suds remained, the oil made his hair extra soft, how he liked it you assumed. You let him sit up and grabbed a sponge next dampening it in the water before going to wash his arms. He frowned at you and you hesitated slightly before washing his arms and around his shoulders, before going to his chest. He truely had a beautiful form, it matched his face perfectly, you shook those thoughts from your head though as you ran the sponge over his upper chest. You felt his eyes on you the whole time and you felt your body go hot. You sat back on your heels embarrassed before a wet hand cupped your cheek. Your eyes snapped to his giving him a small smile. He didn’t return it though, just looked over your face, going over every detail of it before he pulled you close and kissed you. It wasn’t as desperate as last time, it was slow and warm. You hummed clenching the sponge against the edge of the bath where your hands lay, water spilling over the edge. You didn’t care though feeling your pants get wet, you just leaned into him more.

“I want you” he muttered against your lips and your body tensed as you pulled back.

“You have me” you said quietly as you stood, put the sponge down and grabbed his towel. He stood as well, the water moving with him, you kept your eyes away as he took the towel and dried himself. You drained the bath going to put the oils away till a hand tugged you.

“Cleaning can wait” he said and you stuttered going to say it will only take a second, but let him pull you to him. He had discarded his towel on the floor as he tugged you close, your hands resting on his chest so you didn’t trip. You kept your eyes on his upper chest, feeling your body grow warm, you saw two puncture holes like the ones in your wrist, only more prominent. You looked to him again and he took the chance to kiss you. His hands held your waist as you closed your eyes again. You felt a very faint heart beat in his chest making you frown slightly.

“I still have a heart” he whispered and you froze.

“I didn’t mean-“ you stuttered and he smiled kissing you again.

“I’m not a full vampire” he explained and you frowned.

“Merely a vampire spawn” he added a small sneer on his face.

“I don’t know what that means” you muttered a little embarrassed as his smile returned.

“I have a vampire master, the one who made me, turned me into this” he made a disgusted face.

“You didn’t choose?” You asked and he scoffed.

“Who would choose this?” He said sternly and you winced.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know” you said ashamed and looked away.

“No, I’m sorry, again” he sighed his forehead pressing against yours.

“I was beaten up on the street, left for dead when I was offered a new life for eternity, my master took all my blood that I had left, killed me and turned me, when I woke up I had to claw my way through six feet of dirt” your heart shattered at his words as you felt tears in your eyes.

“I somehow escaped him and his claws, I found home here in Baldurs gate, made a name for myself, made lots of gold” he scoffed lightly lifting his head from yours. You were crying, you hadn’t meant to, it made him frown.

“Why’re you crying?” He asked as you sniffled and wiped your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I, it’s horrible what you went through, I’m sorry I press so much about it, I didn’t realise how much you went through” you said trying to stop your tears as he looked surprised.

“Sweet thing” he muttered as you scoffed lightly wiping your eyes again.

“I complain about my past” you huffed at yourself.

“Just because it’s different doesn’t mean it wasn’t worse” he said and you looked to him.

“As much as I enjoy talking, I meant what I said” he said eyes darkening.

“I want you” he murmured, heat going straight through your body.

“You have me” you said a little nervous.

“Not yet” he whispered pressing his lips to yours more desperately this time. You gave in, pressing yourself against him, hands on his chest again. His hands trailed to the hem of your shirt, tugging gently before he pulled back. You hesitated before lifting your arms up, he lifted your shirt up and over your head before dropping it in the floor. You instantly went to hide your stomach, at least your bra covered your top. He kissed you again, his hands holding your wrists gently and pulling them away from your body. He made you put your hands back on his chest while his untied your bra, you pulled back from the kiss again feeling nerves get a hold of you.

“You’re breathtaking in every way” he whispered pressing his lips to your neck making you sigh and tilt your head. He slipped off your bra while he kept kissing your neck. His hands rested on your sides before they slid up, you tensed a bit, but his hands just went back down to holding your hips, pulling them against his. You didn’t realise he’d gotten aroused in that time, you felt him hard between your body’s and your cheeks went hot. You were unsure as to what to do with your hands, never having touched a person before like this.

“You can touch, explore, I won’t bite unless asked” he teased nibbling your ear gently making you let out a surprised sound. He grinned against your neck continuing to kiss it. You moved your hands across his chest, around his shoulders and up his neck. He hummed against your own neck as you continued feeling him. He was smooth, only hair was on his head, still damp from the bath, he looked funny without it all curled and fluffed up, it made you giggle softly.

“What?” He asked pulling back with a smirk.

“Your hair” you smiled and he pouted.

“What about it?” He huffed and you laughed softly.

“Nothing” you shook your head grinning while he huffed.

“Cheeky pup” he muttered and kissed you again making you moan suddenly. His hands went to your pants, unbuttoning the front slowly. You expected him to shimmy them down, but you felt his hand go under your under wear and downward. Your body tensed before you whined against his lips as he dragged a finger through your folds. He growled then, feeling you, you grew embarrassed instantly.

“I can’t wait to taste you” he whispered breathlessly and you frowned slightly not understanding, before it clicked, he wanted-? On you-? Gods. His finger continued slow strokes making you jolt slightly when he ran his finger over your clit after every pass. You huffed gently against his lips feeling like your clothes were suffocating you.

“Impatient?” He grinned pulling back and you flushed looking away as his hand left your pants and gripped their hem.

“Cute” he said as he tugged down your pants and underwear before you shimmed and stepped out of them. He looked at you, eyes trailing down your body, you wanted to cover yourself quickly, but he was quick to tug you against him and kiss you quickly. You gasped softly finally feeling his cool frame against your whole body. He lead you over to the bed pulling back from the kiss and smirking. You gazed at him as he gently gave your shoulders a gentle push. You landed on the bed with a soft Oof, before you shuffled back slightly and he crawled over you. His lips met yours and his hips ground down into your body, you moaned softly against his lips, hands holding his biceps. The kiss was short as he kissed down your neck and upper chest before shuffling down the bed. He kissed your thigh next eyes on you intently before he pushed your knees open. You looked away embarrassed and put an arm over your eyes as you held your breath. The gasp that left you was quick and loud as a tongue went through your folds. You moaned biting the inside of your cheek as he began to eat you out. Your legs jolted every time he hit a sensitive spot which was everywhere. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and held you still making you whine. You began to pant as he continued, low groans leaving his mouth every once in a while. You gripped the sheets under you, back arching before he stopped. The whine that left you made you feel pathetic, your arm moving away from your eyes so you could see him as he panted and smirked. He licked his lips before wiping his mouth and crawled back up your body.

“Delicious” he muttered kissing you roughly. You moaned tasting yourself on his tongue, the feeling strange. His hips moved against yours gently before his hand went between your body’s again. Your mouth opened with a gasp as his finger pressed against your entrance and slowly slid it, his tongue going to tangle with yours as he did. The feeling was odd, but not unpleasant, different when someone else did it. He slowly moved his finger in and out your hips slowly moving to meet his movements. He smiled against your lips as he added a second finger. You felt the stretch this time, brow furrowing slightly at the intrusion.

“Relax” he whispered against your lips as he kissed down your jaw and to your neck again. You did the best you could to relax as he slowly moved his fingers and spread them. You moaned quietly as his thumb pressed against your clit and moved slowly. He set a pace, enough for you to feel the coil in your stomach. You were moaning quietly with every breath, unable to get words out as he sucked along your neck. You gripped his arm feeling him grin against you before he lifted his head and removed his fingers.

“Are you ready?” He asked your eyes fluttering open and your head nodding.

“I need you to relax” he said pressing soft kisses on your face. You nodded letting your legs relax and your body. You glanced down seeing him giving himself a few slow pumps making you flush before he lined himself up. You held his arm nervously, fingers clenching. He moved his arm though and you frowned as he moved to hold your hand is his. You looked to him, giving him a small nod as he pressed against you. You clenched his hand tightly as he slid in. You whimpered at the stretch while he moaned above you. You felt tears sting your eyes as they rolled down your face, your lord quickly kissing them away.

“Breathe” he said and you realised you were holding your breath. You panted softly as the sting died down a little as you finally relaxed.

“Good pup” he whispered making you flush. He allowed you to adjust before you nodded with a small hum. His hips slowly moved back then forward, you closed your eyes trying to relax your body so it didn’t sting as much.

“It gets better I promise” he whispered, kissing your cheek and you trusted him with a nod. You kept a hold of his hand as he set a slow pace, the sting leaving and small pleasure replacing it. Your face wasn’t scrunched up anymore as he sped up and your breathing quickened.

“So good” he said breathlessly as you moaned softly. Your hips met his without you realising, the feeling making your stomach coil again, you needed something more though. You didn’t know what though, to afraid to ask.

“What’s wrong little pup?” He asked slowing down slightly.

“More” you whispered opening your eyes and he grinned.

“Of course” he said hips moving rather harshly into yours. You moaned eyes rolling into your head again as he quickened his pace. You felt his hand between your body’s again and moaned loudly as his fingers went to your clit. this is what you needed. Your back arched and you clenched his hand and the sheet as he began to rub quicker. You moaned out his name brokenly, hearing him groan softly in response as your stomach tightened. You felt your breath hitch and your back arch as you came. Your body shook with a broken moan as he rode out your high. His hips began to stutter as he mouthed around your neck.

“You can bite me” you whispered and his hips snapped into yours. He growled against your neck hips stuttering more as he bit down and came. You cried softly feeling the shards of ice going through your neck before it numbly throbbed. His hips still moved slowly as he began to feed. He held you tightly, greedily drinking you before you gave a weak moan. He pulled back panting harshly as he slipped free. He licked the wound muttering small praises as your head spun slightly. You were in a daze as he panted above you stood. You frowned making a small whine of complain and he chuckled dampening a cloth and coming back. He cleaned you up, from the blood on your neck to the come dripping from your entrance. You shuddered when he cleaned you, your body over sensitive before he cleaned himself and threw the cloth away.

“Stay?” You said thinking he wouldn’t as he stopped by his desk briefly as you admired his body.

“I’m not going anywhere sweet thing” he said turning and walking back to you.

Next part ->

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star guardian!ten

photographer!johnny

haunted house w kihyun

boyfriend!eunwoo

meeting johnny at an evening spanish class

secret admirer!changkyun

wonho and plus-sized reader

talking to mark after he slipped on stage

how jaehyun would act w an idol girlfriend

spy!hoshi

jaehyun falling for pastry chef!reader

mark getting caught on a secret date by the members

woozi as a boyfriend

mafia!jeno

taeyong in love w stylist!reader

emo!jinki

where yuta loses his job and gets embarrassed when you help pay rent

hufflepuff!mingyu

boyfriend!seungkwan

bad day w ten

slow dancing w jeonghan

scary movie w jaemin

when seungcheol wants a baby but he isn’t sure if you do

dancing w hoshi

boyfriend!minhyuk

boyfriend!changkyun x idol!reader

friends to lovers w minhyuk

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[sequoiann]

❧ l.wz | roommate!au

pairing; seventeen woozi x reader

genre; bulletpointed, roommate!woozi, humor, fluff

✧ a/n; i wrote this with @kpop–fics again, i honestly love how she starts these aus

you were the first one in your shared room 

and as a normal human being, you did what was most important first-

diBS ON THE BIG BED !!

ok honestly they weren’t much different in size but one was visibly bigger

you were almost done unpacking after 2 hours and you hear a soft knock on the door 

“hello?” a soft voice says from the other side

and you honestly thought it would be a girl bc the voice was so timid?

you opened the door and 

before you was standing the fluffiest human bean you had ever seen 

,,,it was a male

and he was super smol.

all you wanted to do is hug him ;;;

but nah 

that would be weird… 

right? 

right.

you just met him. 

don’t be a creep, y/n.

you realize you never said anything back to him yet. 

talk about awkward.

“oh! um, you must be my new roommate! nice to meet you, im y/n, come in!” you rambled hastily 

he was pretty quiet, which was a plus 

i mean, your previous roommate talked the ears off of your head, so..

after you unpacked all of his stuff (yeah you just helped without asking, he looked like he would need a hand) 

you learned he majored in music and composed songs 

and he had a couple finished songs on his laptop

so you try to convince him to let you listen 

to which he keeps saying no 

..the damn bastard lol

one day you just stole his laptop and listened anyways 

i mean you were stubborn as hell and you knew it 

when he found out you listened to his tracks he just stared at you in disbelief

like

yOu tRaItOR

I trUStED yOu

but ok he wasn’t mad

surprisingly

so now music sundays were a thing 

in which he would just put on his list of newly composed songs and you sat together, enjoying each other’s company 

and ngl

his songs were on pOINT

they ?? were ?? so ?? full ?? of ?? feel ??

like he had a mix of sad and upbeat songs

so you switch them up depending on your mood

and woozi says he gets inspiration from things around him

so you were just like

“so i have to be inspirational?”

and he just laughs and

“no, just be yourself, silly.”

his laughter and his smile is a adorable-st thing ever

and despite being kinda introverted

he cares for you like a second mother 

he goes from soft to demanding asf in 0.001 seconds

“y/n, did you eat?”

“ ANSWER HONESTLY THIS TIME ISTG I DARE YOU TO LIE AGAIN”

it was honestly hella funny to you

and he has a short temper 

but that is something you like about him  

because it makes him really protective in a sense??

like

he won’t stand anyone hurting anyone close to him

and that includes you

so whenever you come back to the dorms with a unhappy look

he literally brandishes his knives and gets ready to kill whoever made you upset

like ok although this guy was small

yOu dOnT fuCK wiTh HIM

bc he can literally stab you with one finger and you’d bleed to death

so ya everyone in school actually knows that they should steer clear of him

except for his group of friends, of course.

and you somehow came up with a nickname for him — ‘fairy’.

you didnt know why but you associated him with fairies so much

maybe it’s bc of his constantly changing cute hair colors

and woozi was not a big fan of that nickname

“why fairy (o_-)”

“just because :D”

but he lets you off with it bc whenever you call him fairy you start laughing and he finds it cute

and also bc you know your limits

and you won’t publicly call him fairy

you only do when you guys are alone

yeah so that’s woozi as your roommate :p 

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Black Eyes (Demon!V/Kim Taehyung x Reader) AU 1

A hunter family, plus a demonic curse, plus two lovesick teenagers on opposite sides of a secret war. One maths equation one might not want to answer.

It wasn’t long after that when you finally realised you had clumsily stumbled into the lives of an entire nest of demons.

[One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six] [Seven] [Eight] [Nine] [Ten]

~

There are moments in life where you wished you would never have to talk to anyone in order to get by. While those moments of thought are completely irrational and impossible, wishing and imagining that they were real often got you through the day. You were barely surviving as it is, stunned and a little lost that your father actually allowed you to stay enrolled at this school when you asked if you could finish the 12th grade. A part of you didn’t really want to, but it was better than living a life on the road and doing things that only worsened your mental state. Those completely irrational thoughts kept you grounded for the most part, but as of right now, you weren’t exactly sure it was working at all.

4th-period biology was a class you were interested in taking at first, considering the background you had with bodies and other things to do with human nature (among other things). The only problem was that you were beyond squeamish and didn’t take into account the fact that you had to combine experiments on dead things with communicating with other human beings when you signed up. So here you are, wishing that you had dropped this class while you still could, walking up to the crowd of seven of your classmates standing around a black lab table at the right side of your biology classroom.

“Hey, um… I know you guys already have seven members, but is it okay if I join your group?” You poked your fingers together nervously as you observed the boys. Along with your constant wish of never having to communicate with anyone at all, your social skills were lacking. Especially around people you found attractive.

Boy, were all seven of them attractive. All of them were smooth skinned, sun-kissed, god-given marvels that you could barely approach without feeling faint. They were tall, slenderly muscular and relatively kind people, from what you’ve seen of them. One stood out from the rest, medium-sized and slightly younger than some of the others. He donned a boxy smile and thin-rimmed, round glasses. You looked away when he caught your eye. You barely caught sight of a gleam of black as his eyes met yours. You ignored it and blamed your seeing things on an anxious mind.

“Sure, why not?” The tallest boy waved you over to him, urging you to put on your safety goggles. “It’s easy, anyway.” You moved in between the tallest boy, who you knew vaguely as Namjoon - the biology class’s resident genius - and Taehyung. While you were awkward around him and could never make full eye contact with him, he was kind and quite friendly toward you. He had a 4-D personality and his unique smile never failed to make you feel at ease. You were lucky that he was at least here, along with your cooking class in 5th period.

You knew vaguely who all the boys were, as they were popular among your year of students. They were prodigies, extremely talented and undeniably attractive. You obviously weren’t the first girl to notice it, but none of them ever seemed to have a girlfriend.

“This is the… enzyme lab, right?” You ask, taking up your notebook and flipping to the right table, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other boys that were currently eyeing you up and down. They all seemed fixated on you, which made you even more nervous than you felt before you approached them.

“Yeah. Come on, we’re about to soak the first paper disc,” Namjoon says, picking up a pair of elongated tweezers.

It took nearly all of your willpower to not puke where you stood. This whole lab was completely and utterly disgusting. In order to observe how enzymes separate Hydrogen Peroxide into Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide, the class had to separate phials of crushed, raw beef liver into three different water baths; one in ice water, another in room temperature water, and finally one in hot water. Then, soak a small paper disc in the liver, put the disc into a phial of Hydrogen Peroxide, and see how long it took for Oxygen bubbles to form and cause the disc to float to the top of the phial.

The lab was rather easy to perform, especially with so many people in one group, but the smell of raw liver didn’t exactly help your case. You flinched at contact on your back, looking up from your notebook to see Taehyung smiling down at you sympathetically.

“Are you okay?” He asked. It took you longer than you had hoped to think of a response that registered as more than a pained whine.

“Kind of. I mean… this isn’t exactly my strong suit,” you try to smile back until you see Namjoon lifting up the paper disc, unfortunately taking a rather large, bloody vein up with it. You gag. The two shortest boys, Jimin and Yoongi, who were standing across from you, looked you over with sympathy.

“Come on, you can move away from it. Here, I’ll take your spot.” Taehyung took a gentle hold of your shoulders and switched spots with you. Now you were in between him and Hoseok, the one that always had a cheerful, sunshine-and-rainbows type attitude toward literally everything, even a disgusting enzyme lab such as this. He had a timer loaded up onto his phone, and you assumed he was the one doing the timing. You only stood there, stiff as a board, trying to keep yourself composed. You recorded the times for the group but hardly did much else. At the end of class, everyone turned to clean up except for you and Taehyung.

“Are you still feeling sick?” Taehyung asked, patting your shoulder gently. “I should remind you that we cook next period.”

You looked up at him. “I can hardly move right now, let alone cook.”

“Come on, then… I’ll sit with you and walk you to next class when the bell rings. I’ll tell Ms C that you’re too woozy to cook today.”

“I really wished that I didn’t exist right now,” you whine. Taehyung only chuckled at you.

“It’s about to get worse… we still have to do the lab work.”

You groan in response. “Do we have a work period on Monday?”

“Nope,” Hoseok chimed in, moving past you with one of the liver phials, the smell causing you to gag again.

“I didn’t know you were this squeamish,” Taehyung commented as he rubbed at the small of your back. It soothed you, but you didn’t feel any less nauseous.

“Why do you think I always make you handle the meat during cooking days?” You ask, looking up at him and projecting the most sarcastic expression you could conjure. You walked back to your desk, pressing your palms against the wood and leaning down to close your eyes and think of something else.

“Touche,” Taehyung complied. He returned to his desk, packing up his backpack before moving back toward you, stuffing your binder inside your own backpack and helping you put it on. “So… you’re telling me that you’re a vegetarian? I’ve seen you stuff your face with those ham sandwiches we made a couple weeks back.”

“Of course I’m not a vegetarian, dumbo! I just don’t like seeing raw meats. Or touching them. Or cutting them. Or seeing blood.” You groan at the thought of that bloody vein as the bell rang, you and Taehyung separating from the 6-man horde of his friends with a small wave.

“Interesting. And you said you wanted to be… what now? A doctor, right?” Taehyung asked. You weren’t looking at him, but you could still see the smirk gracing his lips. You pout.

“Oh.. shut up!”

That moment was when you realised you had never been so comfortable socialising with another person. To tell the truth, this was the first school you had stayed at for longer than a few weeks or a month. Your father was a hunter. A… special type of hunter. The job required constant moves around the country, and you had spent most of your life in the backseat of a car and in the beds of cheap motels. You never had enough time to truly make friends, no matter how much you wanted to at the start.

Instead of spending your time at the park, you grew up learning to line the windows and doors of any place with salt before going to bed, drawing devil’s traps under the doormat and on the ceiling over your bed, and arming yourself with a silver dagger. At age 5, instead of playing with toy dolls and hot wheel cars, you learned how to shoot a small pistol. At age 10, instead of wobbling around in high heels too big for your feet, you could shoot someone right between the eyes 5 buildings away with a sniper rifle. At age 13, instead of confessing to your first crush, you had mercilessly killed a demon, along with the person they were possessing.

Ever since that day, you were a recluse. You were constantly having nightmares,  episodes of PTSD and sometimes even hallucinations. You had no friends and refused to make one, even if you could laugh along with the people in your 5th-period cooking group. That was the only time of day when you actually opened your mouth to speak, fearing that if you let yourself go too far, everything would spill out like opening floodgates. You being able to talk at all was a miracle, and the fact that you could openly talk to Taehyung outside of class just now was on a completely different level of impossible. Yet, here you were, talking and laughing with him as if you were letting yourself be a normal teenager. It felt wrong.

~

“Do you want me to walk you home? You’re looking paler by the minute and I won’t be able to stand by and be guilt free if you pass out and die walking by yourself,” Taehyung added as the two of you stayed after the bell to wash dishes, as usual. “We also still have to do the lab write-up.”

You looked over at him, hesitant. You would have to work with him in the lab either way. “Thank you, um… that would be nice if it isn't too much trouble.” You looked back at the dish you were washing for a minute. “On second thought…”

“What is it?” He asked, moving to put a bowl away. You remembered how decked out your house was with devil’s traps, newspapers of hunt leads, historical textbooks, loose research papers, salt and other hunter-esque things, including your basement, which was probably more well-equipped than a military base. It would be incredibly off-putting to anyone that didn’t even know that your type of hunter existed. Your home was definitely not designed with house guests in mind. It wasn’t even designed to be a home when it was built.

“Would it be okay with your parents if I went to your house instead? My place looks like a tornado ripped it a new one,” you mumble. Taehyung chuckled at your response.

“I’m somewhat of a troubled kid, so I just live with the guys. They won’t care if you come over. They’ll probably mooch the answers for the lab off of us, though.” Taehyung grinned at you.

“That’s fine with me. You guys let me join your group in the first place.”

The walk to Taehyung’s place was nice. The two of you joked around, talked about his interests, and even stopped to pet a cat that was walking on the grass of a lawn by the house you two passed at the end of one of the streets. This… strange feeling in your chest was prominent every time the two of you looked at each other, smiled in the other’s direction, or laughed at a joke. As soon as you saw yourself giving in, you had to back away from it. Creating awkward silences, refusing to answer a question or something along those lines in order to push him away. No matter how drawn you were to Taehyung, and how comfortable you felt yourself getting, you couldn’t let him be your friend. You couldn’t get close to him. Not after what you’ve done. Not after what you’ve seen.

“Here we are,” Taehyung chimed as the two of you approached a complex of townhouses. Each house looked thin and relatively small, but they were well decorated with burgundy bricks and white window frames, most likely offsetting the size with attractive architecture.

Taehyung led you inside the complex and you walked down the small lane toward the back. The furthest house at the end of the complex was where you figured you were heading, despite the lawn of the house looking much better-taken care of than you would have expected for a house lived in by seven teenage boys.

“Home sweet home!” Taehyung smiled at you as he pulled his key chain from his backpack, promptly unlocking the door. You smile faintly back at him but look away when the pinch in your chest returned. You stayed silent as the two of you stepped inside and shrugged off your backpacks.

“I'm back!” Taehyung called into the empty front hall. You looked around at the spotless house. The walls were painted white and red, creating a mostly modern feel. The hallway leads into the living room, containing a cream L-shaped couch accompanied by a small side table with a circular lamp, a glass coffee table and a small flat screen television pinned up on the wall created by the staircase to your left. The kitchen, you assumed, was to your right, but it was blocked off by a wall and a sliding white door. The room itself was illuminated brightly by the sliding patio doors across from you and Taehyung, the white curtains pulled back to let the sun shine through.

The kitchen door slid open and Jin stepped through. He was wearing a white apron over top his clothes, and dark blue oven mitts over his hands. A smile spread across his face as he saw you, walking toward you and Taehyung, slipping off the oven mitts. You waved faintly at him, taking in the smell of food that followed him out from the kitchen.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Jin greeted. “It's nice to see you again,” he commented cheerfully.

“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you too, Jin.” You smile back, narrowly avoiding eye contact with him. In your head, another flick of black appeared over Jin's eyes. You dug your index nail into the palm of your hand to snap out of any illusions you were beginning to see again.

Jin’s warm expression toward you left you at ease, even if it was just a little bit, masking the tense anxiousness that had been building since your head is making you see demon eyes again. You sigh inwardly, disappointed that your pills seemed to no longer work. “Everyone’s upstairs working on the lab write-up. You're welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like.”

You don an expression of surprise. You hadn't expected him to invite you to stay for dinner. You wanted to tell him 'no', to say that you had to go home after you finished the lab, but there would be absolutely no benefit to your denying him. You would go home to a crappy, junk-food-filled dinner if you even ate at all. You would be in your barren house by yourself, go to bed unfulfilled and probably hungry. Besides, it wasn’t in you to be rude, especially if people had been nothing but kind to you.

“Sure, I’d like that.” You pulled off your shoes, watching as Jin's expression lit up even more in excitement. He bounded back into the kitchen through the sliding door with seemingly renewed fervour.

“You’re going to love Jin’s cooking,” Taehyung praised, taking off his own sneakers. You could only nod in response, replying with a meek 'hm'. Taehyung grabbed his notebook from his backpack, leading you upstairs when you promptly grabbed yours. The hallway on the second floor was extremely thin, and lead off into two different bedrooms and what looked to be a bathroom at the end of the hall. It was equally as spotless as the first floor, coloured fully in deep red. The cleanliness of this house was impeccable, if not a little bit suspicious.

“Your house is so much nicer than mine,” you comment absentmindedly as you looked over your surroundings. “Aw, I doubt that,” Taehyung replies. “Jin is just over-obsessive. Cleanliness doesn’t make a house a home.”

“I guess not. Still, your house wins over mine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Taehyung’s boxy smile reappeared. You had no idea how to respond to that. There would be no way that he could see the inside of your house, and the thought of his repulsion somehow made you nervous. While you spent all of this time trying to reject Taehyung, you were afraid of being rejected by him. You could only look away from him, waiting to take the lead into the right bedroom.

Taehyung led you into the room closest to the staircase. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Yoongi and Jungkook were spread out on the floor with their notes, looking up and waving at you once you entered the room behind Taehyung.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jungkook greeted with a smile. You sat down between him and Taehyung, smiling back at Jungkook and mumbling a small ‘hi’ in return.

“We’ve already filled out the chart. You can copy us, if you’d like,” Namjoon passed you his table, already neatly filled out with the times you recorded and the differences between each water bath temperature.

“Um, thanks.”

The night progressed similarly to the first interaction you had. You were awkward, often unsure of what to say and honestly uncomfortable with how many people you were surrounded by at one time. The tight feeling of nervousness pulsed through your chest non-stop, and sitting down with them for dinner (which you had to admit was the most delicious and nourishing meal you’ve had since before your mother died) was equally as nerve wracking.

“Hey, are you alright?” Taehyung asked as you wolfed down your food. It had been so long since you had eaten something other than take-out Chinese food and hungry man TV dinners. Your father was almost never home and you never really learned to cook for yourself, so you had to rely on other things to eat if you ate at all. “You’re eating as if you hadn’t seen a scrap in weeks.” You look up from your plate, chewing and swallowing hastily as you noticed seven pairs of eyes locked on you. Your eyes went wide and you instinctively curled up in your chair. “Hey, hey! It’s alright,” Jin reassured, holding up a hand to try and calm you down. “We’re not making fun of you. We just care.”

‘Why?’ The thought ran through your head. Why should they care?

“Um…” Your eyes pass over each of the boys. All of them still looked surprised at how fast you were eating, but all of them had a reassuring smile painted on their faces, especially Taehyung, who even moved to pass you the bowl of steaming vegetables so you could pile more onto your plate.

“You don’t have to explain it. Just enjoy it. You can ask for seconds anytime you’d like,” Jin states, and everyone nods in agreement in the seconds following.

You had never felt so accepted, nor welcomed. You could no longer tell if it was a feeling you wanted or not. The guilt that still had its grip on your heart kept you in the mindset that you didn’t deserve it. Would they still care about you if they found out the truth about you? Would they pat you on the back and help you through things that made you squeamish if they knew? Would they welcome you into their home? Would they be disgusted by you?

Those thoughts haunted you as Taehyung walked you home that night. When you and Taehyung reached the gravel pathway to the farmhouse you called home, it felt a little hard to believe that you were actually going to bed with a full stomach.

"Thanks for working on the lab with me," you say once you reached the front door to your house. "It's no problem," Taehyung replied with a smile. "It's getting late, though. I should be going home."

"Okay," you say. You reach into your backpack for your house key, watching Taehyung turn around and start walking back down the path. "Wait!" A thought pops into your head and you shout after him without thinking.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Um, can I have your number? I want you to text me when you get home so I know you're safe," you mumble, barely able to form a proper sentence.

"Of course. Only if I can have yours too. I'm glad you care."

You're lucky that it was dark outside as you and Taehyung exchanged phone numbers, as the dusk hid your heated cheeks. You dig your nails into your palms again as you step inside your house a few minutes later. You shouldn't be feeling this way.

Next: Part Two