#yelling screaming i love them i love you 🖤

[cultfic]

⎯ @nonpareil, paul atreides : “ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ”

a subtle nod of his head, hand moving from the boy's hair to his shoulder and gives a supportive squeeze as he sits himself on the edge of the bed, watching. ❝  a recurring nightmare? was it about arrakis?  ❞ leto isn't privy to paul's mental training and exercises because it simply doesn't concern him, because he has little interest in, because jessica encourages it enough and most of all because he still harbors the hope that his son will choose leadership over faith. as such, his question may come as a surprise to the younger man and so leto explains, ❝  your mother mentioned your dreams sometimes take shape and provide insight .. visions of the future. is this true?  ❞

[be-xkyy]

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑌𝑎𝑛! 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑛

Warning: platonic yandere, possessive, jealous, crying, a little cute?, this is PLATONIC.

This is something platonic that I don't know why I wrote, since it's not part of my usual content... but the idea came to me and I wrote it in an hour or so, so here it is. 🤷��‍♀️🖤

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Masterlist

Part 2

Yandere Little Son who is a beautiful and energetic 5 year old boy, your only baby, your only son for now (forever) who adores his mommy, YOU, with all his heart.

Yandere Little Son who since he was a baby was always calm and happy in your arms, but only with you, since he would sob and scream at the top of his lungs when someone else grabbed him (including his father)

Yandere Little Son who despite everyone saying that he would become more independent and less clingy when he grew up, that didn't happen. Oh no. He just became more attached to you and when he learned to walk he started following you around (like a little duckling)

Yandere Little Son who took his first steps walking towards you, his first words were "Ma—ma!", all his drawings are of you and him (and a distant figure in a corner that according to your son's own words is his father. At least he added it... right?)

Yandere Little Son who was sobbing and screaming when you first took him to daycare, the teacher told you that all kids were like that on their first day and that your son would calm down when he was with the other kids. Only an hour later you received a call from daycare to go pick him up since he wouldn't stop crying.

Yandere Little Son who learns at home with a private tutor since he doesn't want to be separated from you at any time, he pretends to get along with the tutor in your presence only to kick her hard under the table when you go to the kitchen for lemonade (he gets upset when she takes it easy and doesn't give up)

Yandere Little Son who approaches angrily and kicks his father with all his might (it doesn't hurt) when he sees him kissing you, his little hands push him (without moving him even a millimeter) while he yells at him in a shrill voice.

"Get away from my mommy! Get away, get away!".

Yandere Little Son who every night sleeps in your room regardless of you putting him to bed in his room, he leaves his room to go to yours, climbs into bed and lays right between you and his father, he snuggles up to your side squeezing his teddy bear while asking you to tell him a story (he falls asleep halfway through)

Yandere Little Son who always wants to match your clothes, always helps you in the kitchen when you're cooking something (he ends up covered in flour) and always gives you flowers when you go out and even when you're at home he cuts the flowers from the neighbor's garden to give them to you (your neighbor comes to your house upset because your son pulled out all her daisies)

Yandere Little Son who started crying when he found out you were pregnant and had a little brother or sister, he sobbed clinging to you hiding his face in your stomach saying he doesn't want a little brother or sister.

"NO! Mommy... sniff— sniff... I don't want a brother or sister! You'll stop loving me and only want him! sniff—"

Yandere Little Son who lets you comfort him by taking him in your arms telling him that even if you have another child he will always be your baby, your first son, that you have special affection for him, he stops crying hiding his face in your neck even though your words calm him down, he takes his head out of your neck to look at you his little hands gently grab your cheeks.

"And if I don't like my little brother when he's here... can we return him? Give him to someone else who wants him... ok mommy?"

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki + lava Quirk!wife (both Pro Heroes)

☆—a.n; i woke up today feeling feisty lol not really xd just wanted some "i'm crazy as you are" type of love today lmao✌🏼🖤

Bakugou Katsuki is obsessed with you.

And he doesn't even try to hide it.

You're his sidekick. You had trained in his Agency since you were a mere brat doing your internship your first year at UA. Of course, there were literally counted the times you had encountered him in person. The other Heroes that joined his Agency were the ones in charge of the kids. They had told you how Dynamight hated when babysitting time came every year, he wouldn't even participate in those actually. So they would advice to not cross his path.

From time to time, Dynamight would watch their sparrings sessions, gave them a bit of advice–more like mean criticism yell at them. But he had better things to do, people to save, villains to get their asses destroyed by him. He was not going to waste his time with annoying brats like you.

He had heard of you, of course. The one brat that could control and handle freaking lava like it was fucking nothing. Of course when he saw you, he thought his sidekick had pulled a prank on him, joking to see if would be excited about the idea of having someone with that type of Quirk in his Agency. You couldn't be the one with the lava quirk. You looked... normal. Quirkless even–if this were other times and if he would judge people about it. He had changed, okay? Thank you very fucking much. But he did think it was impossible that you were that amazing brat the other heroes were talking about. They had even compared you to him, in witty and determination to become the number one Pro Hero on the ranks, in strength and no mercy against villains, or other heroes and classmates.

When he stood right in front of you one day, towering almost three heads over you and almost one more person's size to the side, Dynamight laughed. You looked like a little bunny caught red-handed, terrified by everyone around you–especially by the size of him–and skittish, almost like what Deku had been as a kid.

That should have been a first warning for Bakugou–never judge a book by its cover.

You have trained in his Agency the three years you had been in UA, and he has never once seen you nor your Quirk on display, nevertheless in real action. He had only heard how good you were in trainings from the other heroes. But he didn't care enough to actually sought-after. He was already fighting Deku for the number one spot on the rankings, he didn't have time for brats like you.

Until one day, a dangerous villain, that created enormous monsters of metal almost to the size of a ten flour building, was causing too much disaster appeared. It was more than chaos, it had been a destruction like no other.

Dynamight nor Deku could contain the motherfucker.

He was bruised, his hands beat with agony at the amount of times he had used his blasts and the push to keep going, his body muscles were screaming for him to stop. A quick glance to his side where Deku was, and the guy wasn't better than him, breathing like his lungs couldn’t no more. Every other hero in the scene was in the same shape.

They were fucking losing.

And then, like an angel sent from heaven–or better said, a demon sent from the deepest hell for the way you fucking looked, you appeared in all your majestic glory, lava making you slide in between them, surrounding you like it was nothing, like strings coming from inside your body, and began a new fight with that fucking villain's monsters.

Bakugou saw –an enamored expression on his face– how you your whole demeanor changed, your skin, your eyes, everything in you became so menacingly, so evil looking, so freaking scary, that if you weren't training to be a Hero, he thought you would be one the most terrifying villains of all times –even more than that piece of shit AFO.

The lava was visible in all your body, and you fought, a crazed smile and eyes opened wide, enjoying the damage you were doing to the metal monsters; your joy was shining bright for everyone to see, as you yelled, "DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" as the monster melted under your hands and body.

He was captivated, fucking spellbound, by the sight in front of him. He fell to his knees, watching you melt every single one of the monster in one more movement of your hand, as lava flowed towards them, capturing and melting them as you stand straight, the expression on your face serious and deadly. You then walked towards the source, the main villain who was creating this chaos, and the guy literally fell to the floor in fear, trying to crawl away from you in tears. When you stood before him, you crouched to his level, and smiled devilishly.

The villain pissed his pants.

And Bakugou's cock twitched.

He then murmured, "I'm gonna marry the shit out that woman."

Deku chuckled, shaking his head and letting his body fall to ground in tiredness. Everything was okay now.

From then on, you were by Dynamight's side all the time. The second you graduated –Bakugou Katsuki of fucking course attended the graduation ceremony– he offered a job on his Agency for you. And you said yes, even though you had options like Deku's Agency, or Hawk's, and even Endeavor had offered you a big place on his, trying to win you by saying that most of his sidekicks were fire-like Quirks and that his mother had a Quirk similar to yours, he could ask her for advice for you. Bakugou's stomach turned thinking he might had won you over that. But before he could finish the sentence, "Would you like a spot on my Ag–", you exclaimed a big YES, smiling warmly and eyes shining in excitement.

He had to clear his throat and look away at your expression, making something tingle in his chest. Was that his heart?

You became his partner then, in missions, in interviews, in meetings with other Agencies when some big villain appeared and they had to join forces. You were always there, not behind him but next to him.

In interviews he would always let you speak about how everything went and thank every body who helped. But Katsuki would look at you. Look as the lava started to dissipate from your skin, slowly turning down the temperature and going back to your normal color. Your hair that became liquid lava slowly became the color of greyish-black rock and then smoothed its way to your normal texture and color. He always felt mesmerized watching the process, and he would look at it any opportunity he got.

It wasn't until one night out with his old friends that Pikachu said, "Dude, tone down your thirst a lil' bit," in between laughs with Raccoon Eyes and Shitty Hair.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Kirishima patted his back, shaking his head, "Your sidekick, man. The lava girl?"

"What?"

"What we are trying to say," Mina smirked, "is that everytime you look at her, its almost palpable the way you want to eat her."

Bakugou gulped. "Shut the fuck up. I don't look at her like that."

Mina winked at him, "If you say so..."

That night he searched on the internet in his phone for interviews, desperately. Fuck, his friends were right. He did look at you with a fascination and hunger he had never saw himself do. He remembered thinking about marrying you back in the days, but that had been the heat of the moment, right? This annoyed the shit out of him. But watching you again in those videos, as you smiled so kindly to the reporters or other Hero friends or to even civilians while looking so freaking scary when your Quirk was activated, made something stir inside his belly.

Fuck, you're gorgeous. You're everything he didn't know he wanted.

And that's when he decided he would not hide his feelings for you anymore.

So now, a few years after, when you are married to number two Pro Hero Dynamight, people always talk about how your husband always looks at you. How he always encourages you in your fights to "kill those fucking piece of shits, baby!!" as he is very close to you fighting his own set of shitty villains and you encourage him saying "show them who is the number two hero, love!" He looses it then, a blast that ends it all.

They talk about how he would always kiss you after a fight, even after all that adrenaline that makes him want to bury himself deep inside your warmth, he only holds your face gently, gloved thumbs caressing your cheeks lovingly, eyes locked onto each other like the world doesn't exist outside that moment, and he kisses you softly, a simple touch, a cute press of lips that lasts a millisecond so he doesn't burn the skin of his face and lips. And then he pulls one of your hands with his up in victory.

He didn't only win the battles, he won you each and every time he got to simply look at you, be next to you, kiss you.

He is obsessed with you, and he doesn't want to fucking hide it from the world.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡*

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Public, Nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, lots of praise, overstimulation, Creampie, unprotected sex, I think that’s it? Sorry for any mistakes!

A/N sorry this is a bit shorter than I planned

This is a request from my prompts: 18 “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” 24 “I’m not blushing” 31 “Big talk coming from you”

-🖤

The atmosphere was hot as the two of you continued to argue. “You’re such an asshole you know that!” You yelled at seungmin. “Me? Big talk coming from you brat!” He hissed back. You two had started arguing about him checking out another girl. “You’re the one eyeing that lady up! Literally as I sat across from you!” You yelled back.

“I wasn’t eyeing her up I wasn’t even looking at her!” He rolled his eyes. Before you could get your next sentence out he was pulling you to him “you think I’d look at anyone else when I have the most stunning girl here?” He said his hands sliding up the back of your dress. Your face heated up at his words and his moments of course. “No one is more stunning, more attractive than you.” He cooed. He pushed your body against the car as he pushed himself against you. Body against the car ass against his crotch as he leaned down to talk once again. “If you weren’t such a little brat and maybe listen to me you’d see I was staring at the People behind. I was making face at their little baby” he said bringing his hand up to rub against your clothed folds.

The sensation made you groan hips moving back slightly. He chuckled a bit kissing your neck softly “you’re all I could ever want love, but I guess I should show you hmm?” He said his fingers hooking under your panties. He didn’t give any warning before he pushed his fingers into you “ah look at that baby you’re pretty cunt just takes me in so greedily.” He says his hot breath right against your ear. He pumped his fingers into you rutting his hips against you as he did in the same rhythm. He licked the back of your neck before biting down making your hips jolt.

“Min fuck- please just fuck me- please need you so fucking bad!” You begged just needing to feel him fill you to the brim. He chuckled a bit “You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He teased curling his fingers inside you. “Min!” You moaned out gripping at the car. “The pretty little cunts gonna cum ain’t it?” He said pushing a third finger inside of you. “Shit! Min yes! Fuck I’m-“ and with that stars shot in your eyes as you came hard around his fingers. “That’s my girl” he said softly before peeling his body away from you.

He quickly kneeled down burring his face into your soaked cunt licking over your neglected clit. “Shit Se-seungmin!” You moaned out. His tongue licking up all those juices as he pushed his fingers back into you. He pumped them in at great speed once more sucking and biting at your clit. “Fuck Seungmin! Please- I-“ you babbled out the overstimulation making your body twitch. He was going at you like he had a mission, a mission to make sure you knew he loved you.

“Come on baby give me another cum on my tongue” he said sucking harshly at your clit. His fingers curled once more inside you the same perfect spot. “I’m gonna- fuck-“ you almost screamed “that’s it baby, cum in my tongue fuck” he groaned out feeling the familiar clench around his fingers as you came hard. Your legs were shaking cumming for the second time with in a few minutes. He gave you no time to come down from your second high before he was pushing his pants down plunging into you with his spit covered cock.

He pushed deep into you hands gripping at your hips as his pace started off slow. “My beautiful baby, no one is this good. No one can- can make me cum as fast as you” he said pushing his hand coming under your body to pull you close to him. The new position making him go deeper. His hips were fucking up into you his hand coming down to fondle your breast. “This beautiful body is all mine” he said pulling the front of your dress down to exposes your breast. It’s a good thing your car was parked on the top of the parking garage. At least you hoped but honestly you didn’t really care at this point.

He played with your breast pulling at your nipples as he took the little buds between his fingers. His other hand came down to play with your clit, small circles came around the sensitive numb. Your body was shaking as he fucked so roughly into you. “Min please- to much! Fuck!” You moaned out feeling another orgasm ready to wash over you. “Yeah? Feels like you’re gonna cum again. I think it’s just the right amount” he said with a soft chuckle. He kissed your neck sucking a purple mark on it feeling your walls clench around him.

“That’s it baby, I got you cum around my cock. You can do it” he cood. You almost scream as you felt your orgasm hitting you cuming around his cock as your walls pulled him into you. “Fuck y/n my pretty girl, my beautiful girlfriend fuck-“ he groaned out as his thrusts became relentless as he chased his high. “T’much” is all you could get out as he lost himself in the pleasure. “Baby- my pretty- just- one more. You can do that right? Cum with me this last time please- fuck baby please” he begged as thrusts became sloppy. His hand on your clit was moving erratic his cock kissing your g-spot so perfectly.

“Seungmin! Fuck! I’m- fuck- cumming! Cuming!!” You screamed out his hand coming up to grip your neck turning your head to him to kiss you best he could as he painted your walls in his white. As you both came down seungmin was still rutting softly into you. “My beautiful girl, I love you. Only love you.” He said kissing you. “I love you to min.” You said breathy. As yall got cleaned up getting in the car, you started to pull out before your eyes got wide. “Seungmin! Someone was up here!” You said seeing a man waving at you as you drove out.

“Well glad we gave him a show” he said laughing. Your face heated back up feeling embarrassed. “My beautiful girl probably had him cumming in his pants” he teased making you slap him playfully. “I mean look you’re blushing at the thought” he said. Making you turn away “I’m not blush- I mean I am but- it’s only cause it’s embarrassing” you said with a pout. “Shouldn’t be baby, should be proud of how beautiful you sound coming undone on my cock” he said with a smug smirk.

“You’re ridiculous” you said rolling your eyes. “Yeah? And you’re ridiculously beautiful”

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[missbunnybunny]

❣💌[ I'm stravin' , Darlin' ]💌❣

Tw: non-con, dubcon, yandere, stalking, Somnophilia, Drugging, breeding, cockwarming.

A/n: this is my first detailed smut. It was going well at the start until I took a wrong turn and fell off a cliff. Possessive music got influence. I don't know what I wrote, am going to hell, his more delusional; than me. smh. ENJOY!

Note: this is a y/n x pretty yandere, female-bodied reader. Based on the songs Eat Your Young by Hozier and An Unhealthy Obsession by Blake Robinson, helped write this song. pet names such as Darlin, Love, and good girl. If I forgot something plz tell me.

╔═.✧ 🖤 ✧.═══════════╗ ▶︎ 𝕾𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊. ╚═══════════.✧ 🖤 ✧.═╝ Part 2 ↥

You were exhausted. Who could blame you for being tired? You enjoyed your job as the owner of a small coffee shop, but you were drained, and your staff adored you.

When they had an emergency, you were incredibly nice to them and understanding. You didn't inquire. You just told them not to worry because you trusted them and they trusted you.

You didn't hesitate to assist your staff when an aggressive customer screamed and yelled at them. You listened to all sides of the story and kept your eyes on the cameras.

When they realized they didn't have a foothold, you politely requested them to go. But if they weren't kind enough to go, you merely called the cops. You would never let them get away with it; you had patience, but not that much.

So, after the day was done, you secured your doors and walked upstairs to your house. You double-checked that all the doors and windows were secured and that the security system was turned on and operational.

Taking a soothing bubble bath, dressing, and preparing for some much-needed rest. Closing your eyes and basking in the warm embrace of sleep. Your eyes slowly opened, and you attempted to move your fingers, but they wouldn't budge.

You had been under a lot of stress recently due to overwork, and sleep paralysis was now typical for you.

You could hear your door opening and the floors squeaking. The ebony form of a guy appeared. He was tall, and the broadness of his shoulders suggested that he worked out.

As you felt the bed drop at your feet, he sat at the end of it. His hand began to go up and down your leg gently. Coming to a halt at your thigh. He hummed to himself while pinching your inner thigh.

You uttered a grunt. He came to a halt and gazed up at you. As he peered down at your face, his face slowly entered the frame. "Oh, how pretty," he said, lovingly cupping your face. "I don't think I could hold myself back." H

is breath lightly fanning your face, he murmured. He kissed you, and you let out a frightened moan and screwed your eyes shut. He took advantage of the situation by inserting his tongue inside your mouth.

While squeezing your inner thigh, he hummed to himself. His hand creeps up and beneath your shirt from your thigh. He pulled your nipple and squeezed your breast.

He linked his mouth to yours with a thin string of saliva. He licked his lower lip. "You taste amazing," he replied with a smile.

He kissed your lips once more, and you felt him get out of bed. You sprang awake and took a glance around. Your clothing was in good condition and not flung around.

You raced to your restroom and looked in the mirror; there were no handprints anywhere on you. You rushed to your front door, terrified, and examined your alarm system; nothing was amiss. You were befuddled, and your thinking was jumbled.

You summarized it up to well: an odd wet dream, stress, and being punted up may all lead to unusual nightmares, especially when combined with sleep paralysis.

You sipped your favorite comfort drink, rubbed your temples, and took a few deep breaths. Exhale a sigh of relief as you feel your tension wash away.

You put on your business attire and prepare to open your shop. The business opened at 8 a.m., so you were there by 6:30, and by 7 a.m., staff began to arrive.

Everyone was having a fantastic time in the shop, which was filled with laughter and music. When the clock struck eight, you laughed, "It's eight, you know what to do. Hit it!"

Everyone queued up got into place, and you opened the store. Customers arrived quickly after that.

When a well-dressed man entered and approached the counter, your staff was busy. As you finished serving one of your usual clients, you noticed him and called, "I'll be with you in a minute."

"Thank you, hun." The kind old lady stated. You smiled at her and walked over to the counter to assist the man. "I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting too long?" you said as you set up the ordering machine.

"No, not at all." He informed you in hushed tones, he was attractive, you had to admit it. His voice seemed strangely familiar to you, but you couldn't place it.

But you shrugged it off and smiled as you asked him what he needed.

"A coffee with a cake," he answered politely. "Ah, what cake would you like sir, we have many options." you beam up at him, giving him a tiny smile. "Oh, what would you recommend, my dear?" he asks, quietly tapping the counter.

"Would red velvet cake be acceptable?" "It's one of my favorites," you inquired. He nodded, and you concluded his order with a small 'mm'. " Would that be all, sir?" "If so, this is your total," you say, pointing to the sum on the side of the register. " Yes." He responded and paid.

As soon as the order appears on the screen, one of your staff takes it while you assist with the other tasks and clients. Since the front of the store was fully filled, the man was directed to the back.

He could see the counter and you from where he was seated. The manager patted you on the shoulder and smiled at you as they spoke to you. You chuckle and smile as you remove your apron.

"I'm taking a break, everyone," you say. 'Okay, ma'am,' they respond. You step away from the counter and take a seat on one of the unoccupied stools close to his table. While on the phone with someone, you smile and giggle.

He can't stop staring at you. It was fortunate that he instructed his assistant to investigate you. He even postponed a lunch date with the daughter of a well-known corporation.

He didn't mind because he could tell she was attempting to catch his attention. He couldn't care less about how much her clothing cost or how it 'accidentally' revealed her chest. He'd rather be here, staring at your face and grin.

It was a coincidence that he first spotted you; one of his clients requested to meet at this cafe since they genuinely enjoyed your coffee and sweets. He couldn't get your face out of his mind and thoughts after that.

Your phone call had finished, and you turned to meet his gaze. You froze as you studied his face. He saw the fact and grinned.

You realized he hadn't touched his cake and sighed in despair. "Do you not like the cake, Sir?" You questioned him quietly, your gaze fixed on the plate. "Oh, no, it's not like that. "I was saving the cake for last because it was so delicious." He let you know quietly.

"Oh, okay," you said as you stood up and turned around. "Would you like to join me?" he offered, and you graciously accepted his invitation.

You spoke till your break ended. He became a regular client after that and frequently asked about your favorite treats to try.

It had been months since then, yet you still felt tired whenever you saw him. He was the final customer in the shop on one such occasion.

You sent your employees early, not wanting to keep them waiting so they didn't miss their bus or train.

"It's closing time, Mister Blackwell; you should go home," you said. "I told you to call me James, Darling." He told you firmly. " However, I agree. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you." While drinking his drink, he informed you.

"Would you mind joining me before I leave?" He remarked this while pointing to the seat next to him. you exclaimed, "You are extremely persistent." You shook your head and set your favorite drink on the table.

Turning around and laying a little slice of cake next to your drink. You had no idea what he had placed into your drink by the time you sat next to him. He grinned as you took a sip of your drink, seeing your expression shift.

He watched as your eyes gradually closed and you collapsed on the table, spilling your cup on the floor. "What…did you do?" You questioned him carefully, feeling yourself nodding off. "Don't worry, my love, I'll take care of you."

As you eventually slid away, you heard him declare. You wake up with him twirling his tongue at your clit, then cat licking your entrance, going back and up to your clit, before his tongue went into your pussy, tasting every inch of it.

You eventually let out a whimper as the knot in your gut finally split and you filled his mouth with your cum. "You're awake, I hope you don't mind," he whipped his mouth with his palm. "I was dying to taste you." He stated.

His gaze moved up and down your body, forming an image of you in his mind. You attempted to speak, but all you got was a broken wail. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you were entirely bare to him.

Your eyes began to water, and silent tears streamed down your cheeks. " Why are you crying, Darlin?" He stated this as he licked your tears away before giving you a ravenous kiss, His tongue quickly claiming your mouth.

He released your lips as he stated, "It will take a while until you can move again, but don't worry, I'll make you feel good." He gently graded your hand before bringing it to the bulge on his pants.

"This is what you did to me." He talked as he stroked your palm up and down his bulge, letting out a groan as he began to accelerate.

He stared down at you, hungry, and proceeded to remove his outfit. He was now entirely exposed for you to see. " Oh, very lovely. I'm curious how you'll look after I slit you in half on my dick." He murmured this as he sank his thick fingers into your pussy, causing your back to arch.

When he noticed your body jerked up and your jaw fell open, he smiled even more.

He discovered your sweet spot! He curled his fingers in the same place over and over. You felt that familiar tight knot in your gut emerges, prompting you to tighten your walls around his fingers.

"That's it, cum on my fingers like the good girl you are," he said. Your walls flutter subconsciously at his words, "Oh, you like being called a good girl?" he questioned, advancing faster.

Your moans and whimpers sounded like music to his ears. He was itching to sink his dick into you. You came undone under him with one more stroke, cumming on his fingers and hand.

He took his hand away and brought it up to his mouth, licking your juices. "You taste divine." He exhaled.

He positioned himself at your entrance, tapping his dick on your assaulted lips. He graded your legs and pushed them on your chest in a typical mating press position, and you could plainly see his pink tip and how enormous he was.

Once he got you the way he wanted you, you felt the swelling tip of his cock press against your tight entrance and buckle his hip. He bottoms out in one push, his pelvis colliding with your entrance.

He took your breath away since he was so large. And, as he claimed, he was splitting you in half with his dick. "Don't pass out on me, Darlin," he remarked, softly patting your cheek with his palm." The fun is just getting started," he remarked as he kissed you on the lips.

Allowing you to get used to his size before proceeding. You were so tight! And you are his and his alone.

His cock began to slide in and out of your tight pussy, as if you were nothing more than a fleshlight at his disposal. "Y/n I'm going to make you only mine," your desperate cries mixed with groans as you sought to stop him.

The sound of skin smacking against skin got louder as he thrust harder and harder. Your muscles were absolutely spasming, and your eyes could hardly fixate or focus on his sweat-splattered face above you.

So this was how it felt to be with a man like him, putting you precisely where you should have always been.

BELOW HIM, you were groaning, saliva flowing from the corners of your lips, and your eyes rolled up every time his cock brushed your cervix and his pelvic bone stroked against your swollen clit.

Your eyes met his and he kissed you passionately; the longer the two of you kissed, the more his hips appeared to press into yours. The headboard of the bed was crashing fiercely into the wall, adding yet another obscene sound to the symphony.

You could feel his dick pounding against your walls; it was clear he was nearing his climax, which was going to totally fill you up to the point of leaking, and then fuck a baby into your womb.

As he furiously pounded into you, his hands came to your waist and had a tight grasp on you. You felt James base expand and get even bigger only seconds before his hot sperm was spurting into your womb, and the veins surrounding his dick were pulsating against your walls, making you gasp for the nth time.

The sensation of being totally filled was so intense that you almost ended up cumming again.

He lay down next to you, panting and allowing you to collect your breath. As your body was extremely sore, he began spooning you from behind his cock, still inside you.

"Sleep, Love, you must be tired," he kissed your neck. I'll prepare something for you in the morning." You were exhausted, and your half-lined eyelids eventually closed as you slept off. James grabbed up his phone and called over your sleeping figure.

The phone rang till someone answered, "Ray?" "Did you do what I asked?" he inquired calmly. "Yes, I made sure to delete the footage of you breaking into the home months ago, as well as the alarm system," Ray stated gently. "Perfect," James smiled, hanging up the call as he fell asleep next to you.

After so long of only admiring you from afar and secretly stroking you as you slept, he was overjoyed to finally hold you in his arms.

Don't worry, you can have a better life because He will take excellent care of you. "It'll take some getting used to, but we'll make it work." were his final thoughts as he fell asleep affectionately sound asleep with you in his arms.

Am gonna dig a hole and hide. bye....👩🏽‍🦯

Update there’s a new hole to hide in now 🕳️ 👩🏽‍🦯

[spr1ngpvrinbunny]

Steve Raglan (or rather, this version of William Afton) isn’t the type to lose his temper easily, but if there’s one person he will go to extreme lengths to control himself for, it’s you.

🖤 1. His Patience is a Gift—Only for You

With everyone else, he has zero patience for stupidity, incompetence, or people who waste his time. He will cut them off with a dry remark, a pointed look, or, if he's in a particularly bad mood, an icy, condescending smile that feels sharper than a knife.

But with you? Oh, that’s different.

If anyone else pushed his buttons, he wouldn’t hesitate to put them in their place. But if you do it? He exhales slowly, rubs his temple, maybe pinches the bridge of his nose, but he does not snap. Instead, he breathes through it and calmly, dangerously says: "You’re testing me, love."

He means it, but not as a threat—he's simply reminding himself of just how much he lets you get away with.

😤 2. He Won’t Yell at You—Even If He’s Furious

If he's truly, deeply angry, his voice won’t rise. In fact, it will get quieter.

He might go completely silent for a moment, processing, controlling himself, maybe flexing his fingers like he’s forcing himself not to grip something too tightly.

The most he might do is exhale through his nose, slow and controlled, before saying something like: "You know, if you were anyone else, they wouldn’t be standing right now." (He doesn’t mean it literally... probably.)

But no matter how upset he gets, he will never shout at you. It’s the one line he refuses to cross.

🖤 3. Violence? Never. Not Against You.

Steve can be violent. He has been violent. But with you?

He won’t so much as grab your wrist too hard.

He won’t even throw something in anger if you’re in the room.

If he’s that mad, he will leave the room first before doing anything reckless.

His self-control is frighteningly strong, but only because he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you.

If you flinch around him—even unintentionally—it will wreck him inside.

"Do you really think I’d hurt you?" His voice is quiet, not angry, but... something else.

He’d rather let you scream at him, hit him, break something—anything—before he ever lifts a hand against you.

So it will like this:

🖤 4. He Indulges You More Than He Should

You have far too much power over him, and he knows it.

You want to annoy him? He'll roll his eyes and tolerate it.

You want affection? He might sigh dramatically, but he will let you climb into his arms.

You push him too far? He’ll grit his teeth, clench his jaw, and let it slide—because it’s you.

The only time he might push back is if he thinks you’re being reckless or putting yourself in danger. That’s when he’ll draw the line and tell you, "You can do whatever you want to me, but I won’t let you be careless with yourself."

🖤 5. The Rare Moments When He Actually Loses It

The only times he might come close to snapping is if:

You intentionally push him past his limits.

You put yourself in danger (this is the real trigger).

You say something that genuinely hurts him (whether you meant to or not).

And even then, he won’t lash out—he’ll just go eerily quiet. He might look at you with an expression that makes your stomach drop, like you just did something irreversible.

He won’t yell. He won’t insult you. But he will turn away, run a hand down his face, and say something like: "I need a minute."

If it’s bad enough, he’ll disappear for a while—maybe an hour, maybe a day—because he refuses to say something he’ll regret.

💔 6. If He Ever Makes You Cry? It Would Kill Him.

If he ever, even accidentally, made you cry? He’d shut down completely.

He wouldn’t know what to do at first—because he never wanted to be the reason for your pain.

If you walked away, he’d just stand there, hands at his sides, jaw clenched, hating himself.

If you let him get close, he’d hesitate before touching you, like he’s afraid he doesn’t deserve to.

He’d murmur, "I’m sorry." And when he says it, he means it. Fully, completely, painfully.

🖤 Final Thought: You Are His One Exception

Steve is cold, calculating, and impatient with the world.

But you?

You are the one person he will never raise his voice at.

The one person he will never lay a hand on in anger.

The one person he would burn the world down for before he’d ever hurt.

And he knows it. Which is why, no matter how frustrated, angry, or even furious he gets, he will always, always take a deep breath, close his eyes, and remind himself: "They are worth it."

[jeonjayykkayy]

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 I 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

💔 Genre:

Dark Romance · Yandere · Psychological Thriller · Obsession · Angst · Tragedy

🧨 Warnings / Triggers:

Yandere themes, obsession, toxic love, emotional/physical manipulation, mild to intense violence, force, non-consensual drugging, trauma, blood, mental instability, memory loss.

❤️ Pairing:

Jeon Jungkook × Fem!Reader 

🧠 Summary:

He was her first love — gentle, shy, the kind of boy who gave her bubble tea and carried her dreams in his eyes. But she left. And something inside him broke that day. Now, years later, she returns — not knowing the man who watches her isn’t the boy she left behind. He’s changed. Twisted. Possessive. And he’s not letting her go. Not again. “You were my first... and now, you're my last.”

📊 Word Count: ~4k

Author’s Note: Well… here we go! This one’s a bit crazy, not gonna lie 😭 It’s got major yandere vibes, so if you’re into possessive, obsessive love — welcome to My First and Last.

This is actually supposed to be my first fanfic on Tumblr, but for some reason, I ended up uploading the “Her” series first (oops). Anyway! This one is intense. Dark. Twisted. Just like my imagination (jk… or am I 👀).

It would honestly mean so much if you could share your thoughts. Leave a comment, send an ask, yell in the tags — I read everything. Your support helps me improve and motivates me to write more often 🖤

And hey, if you haven’t already, please check out my other series “Her”. That one’s all angst and heartbreak, while My First and Last is pure possessive obsession. So pick your poison — or read both 😈✨

𓂀 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𓂀

Rain drummed relentlessly against the rusty tin roof of Jungkook’s small apartment, but inside, it was quieter than death.

His hands trembled as he reached for hers, gripping them like a lifeline, but they slipped through his fingers.

She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. He already knew it was over.

“You’re really leaving?” he asked, voice cracking like the storm outside.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, yet they were dry now.

Numb. Tired. Gone. “I have to,” she whispered. “I can’t stay here, Jungkook. I can’t keep dreaming when the world is waking me up.”

He dropped to his knees in front of her, holding her waist like he could glue her back into the hollow spaces of his chest.

 “I’ll do anything. We can run away. We can start over. Just… don’t leave me.”

She shook her head and gently peeled his hands away. Her touch was soft, almost reverent, but final. “It’s not about you. It’s about me. My family has made the decision. I’m just following it.”

“You said you loved me,” he croaked, voice breaking again. “You said forever.”

“I did,” she confessed. “But love… love isn’t enough anymore.”

His face contorted in pain, as if those words stabbed deeper than any blade. “Don’t do this to me. Please, Y/N.”

She stood like she was walking away from a funeral, her own. He chased her down the driveway barefoot, rain soaking his clothes, the mud swallowing his every step like quicksand.

He didn’t feel the cold. He didn’t feel anything—except the agony tearing through his chest.

“Y/N!” he shouted, desperate, feral, undone.

She kept walking.

He fell to his knees again, soaked and shaking.

“I’ll never love again. You hear me?” he sobbed, fingers clutching his soaked shirt like he could rip his heart out.

“You’re my first and last. I’ll never forget you. I’ll never forgive you.”

Her father’s car pulled away with her inside. The taillights faded like dying stars. And then, she was gone.

For days, Jungkook didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. He sat in the same spot by the window, hoping the rain would bring her back.

That maybe she'd wake up and remember the boy who gave her his entire soul without asking for anything in return.

But weeks turned to months, and the silence screamed louder than her absence.

He tried to write letters. Burned them all. He tried to move on. Couldn’t.

Every girl he met had her smile. Her laugh. But none of them were her.

One day, Jungkook stood in front of the mirror and saw a man he didn’t recognize.

Not the boy who cried in the rain. Not the boy who begged on his knees. Something darker. Something colder.

His eyes weren’t full of pain anymore—they were full of promise. Not to forgive, not to forget, but to remember. To wait.

“I’ll find you,” he whispered to the reflection. “And when I do… you’ll regret ever leaving me.”

The boy she left behind died the day she walked away.

What rose in his place… wasn’t innocent anymore.

𓂀 𝔼𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𓂀

Seoul had changed. The roads were wider, the buildings taller, the people faster. But somehow, amidst the chaos of the capital, everything felt... slower for her.

It had been six years. Six years since she walked away from a boy who cried like a child and begged her to stay. Now, standing beneath the glass dome of Incheon Airport, suitcase in hand and silence in her chest, she realized how heavy regret could be.

The overhead voice announced arrival after arrival, the wheels of her suitcase clacking against the polished marble floor with every step. Her heels tapped lightly, her face stoic, unreadable—but inside, her stomach twisted in quiet discomfort. She didn’t know why.

Maybe it was the weight of returning to a city that once meant everything. Maybe it was the fear of seeing him.

The clouds were already bruising the sky when she made her way to Itaewon. Her fingers clutched her trench coat tighter, cold fingers brushing against her phone screen. It wasn’t the weather that made her feel like she couldn’t breathe—it was the street she had just turned onto.

“Café Moondrop.” Still standing. Still beautiful. Still exactly the same.

The little wooden door with the crescent-shaped handle. The warm glow spilling through the vintage windows. The faint sound of jazz that always played too softly in the background. She remembered it all.

And so, she stepped in.

The air smelled like roasted hazelnut and lavender syrup—just like before. She walked up to the counter, lips parted slightly as her voice came out like a whisper. “A purple bubble tea… please.”

The girl at the counter smiled. “Would you like the same one again? Grape milk tea with jelly pearls?”

She blinked. “You still remember?”

“You used to come here a lot,” she said with a gentle nod. “With someone.”

Her heart twisted. “Yeah,” she muttered. “With someone.”

She sat at their table—by the window. Third table from the left. Back corner.

She didn’t even need to look; her legs just carried her there, muscle memory doing what the heart refused to.

She held the cup of purple bubble tea between her hands, staring at it in silence.

“You wanted a drink that matched your nails.” His voice echoed in her mind. “Anything purple for my purple girl.”

She closed her eyes for a moment.

Then the bell above the door chimed.

Her hand froze.

The softest breeze, the faintest sound of boots on wood. She didn’t want to look. Didn’t dare to.

But the silence around her grew heavier and thicker—until she felt him.

She looked up.

Jeon Jungkook.

His hair was longer now, black and wavy, slightly damp from the drizzle outside.  A silver chain peeked from beneath his oversized black coat, and his dark eyes swept across the café like a slow scan—until they landed on her.

He didn’t blink. Neither did she.

For a moment, nothing existed. Not the café. Not the drink. Not the people. Only them.

Then… he walked forward.

Not fast. Not hesitant. But slow, deliberate—like a predator walking toward the prey that never left his mind.

“Purple?” His voice was deeper now, more textured. She didn’t remember it ever sounding like this—hoarse and amused. “Still your color?”

She swallowed. “I... didn’t expect you here.”

He tilted his head, wet strands falling across his cheek. “This was our place. I never left it.”

A beat of silence. He didn’t ask to sit, but he did. Right across from her, same position as always. But he leaned in closer now—too close.

“You left Seoul,” he said, eyes dark. “And now you’re back. Did you miss me?”

The question came with a crooked smirk—but the intensity in his eyes was no joke.

“I missed the city,” she lied, her gaze dropping to the cup.

He let out a breath—half a laugh, half a scoff. “Still a bad liar.”

She didn’t reply. The storm outside had begun to growl. Raindrops started splattering against the windows, and the cafe dimmed slightly under the growing cloud cover.

Jungkook’s fingers drummed against the table.

“You know what I remember the most about that night?” he asked, eyes still fixed on her.

She didn’t answer.

“You were crying,” he said. “But you still left.”

Her chest tightened. “I had no choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” he said quietly, the amusement gone now. “You chose to leave me.”

She looked away, throat tightening. “We were kids.”

“No,” he said. “We were everything.”

The words struck like thunder.

The café emptied as the rain thickened. The sound of droplets crashing on the roof was louder now. She took a sip of the bubble tea just to break the silence.

“Still your favorite?” he asked.

She nodded.

“I used to bring it to your school,” he said. “Sneak in through the back gate during lunch.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“I got caught once. Remember?” he smiled—nostalgic and dark. “Your teacher told me I wasn’t allowed near the building anymore.”

She finally smiled, weak and tired. “You still came back.”

“I always came back to you.”

His voice dropped with the weight of something unsaid.

Then silence again. But this time, it wasn’t soft. It was sharp. Like a warning.

He leaned back. “You know what I wonder sometimes?”

She looked up.

“I wonder if you ever thought about me when you were away. Or if I just became a past you tried to erase.”

She couldn’t lie again. So she whispered, “I did think of you.”

His eyes narrowed. “When?”

“In the middle of the night,” she said, voice fragile. “When I couldn’t sleep. When I saw a boy crying on the train. When I saw purple.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. “Then why didn’t you call?”

“Because I knew what I did to you.”

His fingers curled into fists.

“I didn’t want to break you more,” she whispered.

“You already did,” he said, eyes gleaming. “You killed something in me that night.”

Lightning flashed through the window. For a split second, the cafe lit up—and in that moment, she saw it.

He wasn’t the same.

There was a storm behind his calm exterior. Rage dressed as silence. Obsession is behind every movement. He hadn’t healed. He’d buried everything. And now… she was digging it back up.

“I should go,” she said, standing suddenly.

Jungkook didn’t move. “Why? Scared?”

The question burned.

“I’m just—tired.”

He stood too. Close. Too close.

“You’ve been back in Seoul for three hours,” he said. “And you already ran into me.”

Her lips parted.

He leaned in, so close she could feel his breath. “What are the odds?”

She could smell him. Rain. Cologne. Something sharp and intoxicating.

“I didn’t come here for you.”

“Doesn’t matter. I came for you.”

She froze.

“I waited,” he whispered. “And I knew the day you came back… fate wouldn’t let you hide from me.”

She looked up slowly. “Jungkook…”

“I’m not the same boy you left,” he said, voice low, teeth clenched. “And you’re not the girl I loved.”

The rain roared outside.

“Maybe,” she said. “But I’m still the girl you lost.”

Something shattered behind his eyes.

Before she could move, he reached for her hand—just like he did years ago when she walked away.

Only this time… he didn’t let go.

“Don’t leave,” he said, softer now. Broken.

She stared at their hands.

“I can’t lose you again.”

She slowly pulled her hand away. “We’re not the same, Jungkook.”

“No,” he said. “But I never changed how I felt.”

And with that, he walked out into the storm—leaving her trembling, heart pounding, purple bubble tea still half full.

She couldn’t sleep that night.

The rain had stopped hours ago, but its ghost remained—clinging to her window like frost, whispering in every draft that crawled across her floor. She lay beneath her sheets, eyes wide open, heart pounding with a rhythm too familiar to ignore.

Jungkook.

His voice. His hand was around hers. The way he looked at her was like time hadn’t moved, like he had been waiting in that same corner of the café for six years.

It should’ve been just a coincidence. It should’ve been a passing memory.

But it wasn’t.

She knew it the moment she looked into his eyes. He hadn’t moved on. He hadn’t let go. And deep down… some traitorous part of her hadn’t either.

The next morning, she took the subway to her apartment viewing. New city, new place, new life.

Her phone buzzed on and off, emails and notifications flooding in—but she ignored most of them.

Until one name made her blood run cold.

Jungkook.

She stared at the message on her screen.

"You always wanted a view of the river. The building near Seongsu Bridge just opened up." “Apartment 1003. Ask for the key. It’s yours.”

Her lips parted. How…?

She didn’t reply.

But she went.

And there it was—a modern, high-floor apartment with glass walls and the exact view she once dreamt of. The Seongsu Bridge spread out before her like a ribbon of silver. The city below glistens. Too perfect.

Too familiar.

On the kitchen counter, a box waited.

She didn’t want to open it. But she did.

Inside: —A purple mug. —A packet of grape tea. —A note. “So you don’t forget who remembered your dreams.”

Her fingers trembled as she folded the paper.

She told herself she wouldn’t go. That it was dangerous to feed the past.

But the heart never listens when the ghosts wear the face of someone you once loved.

And Jungkook… wasn’t a ghost. He was flesh and breath and a storm that waited just outside the door.

She found herself at the bookstore next week—browsing old shelves, running her fingers along the spines of poetry books—when she felt it.

Someone watching.

Not a stranger. Something more intimate. Deeper. Darker.

She turned.

Jungkook stood two rows away, a book in his hands. His eyes locked on her like a predator finding the shape of prey it never forgot.

She took a step back. He took one forward.

“Still like Neruda?” he asked.

“I like quiet,” she said.

He smirked. “So do I. But only when it comes before a storm.”

Her lips twitched. “Is that what this is? A storm?”

“I’ve always been one,” he said softly. “You just never noticed.”

He walked toward her slowly. “Why didn’t you move into the apartment?”

“I never said I would.”

“You didn’t say no either.”

Her jaw clenched. “Why are you doing this?”

He tilted his head. “Because you’re back. Because you drink purple tea. Because your eyes still look for me when you think I’m not watching.”

She flinched.

He stepped closer, the air around them shifting.

“You don’t get to return to Seoul and pretend the past died. You buried it alive. I heard it screaming.”

Her breath hitched.

He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t shaking.

But something was off.

The way his smile didn’t reach his eyes. The way his fingers twitched near his pocket like he needed something to hold.

“Jungkook—”

“I know you,” he whispered.

“Even now. I know what makes your breath hitch. I know you still sleep with music on. I know you like lemon in your water. And I know,” he leaned closer, “you never stopped dreaming of me.”

She stepped back. He didn’t follow.

“I’m not the same girl anymore,” she whispered.

He smiled, but it was more like a threat. “Good. Because I’m not the same boy either.”

That night, she heard her phone vibrate again.

“You left your favorite book behind.” [attached: photo of the Neruda book]

She never told him she was going to the bookstore.

She never told him what she picked up.

And yet… he had it.

Her hands shook as she locked the windows. Closed the curtains. Checked the door twice.

But deep down, a darker thought whispered something worse.

She didn’t want to let go of the past. She wanted to see how far it would go.

A week later, she had dinner plans with a friend.

She dressed in soft blue. Lip gloss. Slight eyeliner. She hadn’t smiled in weeks—but she tried that night.

Until she saw him again.

Outside the restaurant. Sitting alone in his black car, parked across the street.

She froze. Their eyes met through the windshield.

He didn’t wave. Didn’t blink.

Just… watched.

Her friend noticed her pale face. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she lied.

He didn’t follow her inside. But when she returned to her apartment, a single white rose lay on her doorstep.

A note attached: “You looked beautiful tonight. The blue suits you, but I still prefer you in white.”

She didn’t sleep again.

𓂀 𝔸 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𓂀

The sky over Seoul bled into crimson as she walked down the familiar road, the chill of evening brushing her skin like a warning. Minhyuk's voice was gentle beside her, trying to make her laugh, trying to chase away the storm that had lingered behind her eyes since she returned. She smiled faintly, grateful for the distraction, but her mind kept drifting. To purple bubble tea.

To the boy who had once waited outside this very shop for hours just because she liked the rain.

Now, the world moves more slowly. Her fingers tightened around the cup, and her eyes flickered to the shadows stretching across the street.

Then she saw him. Jungkook.

He emerged from the dusk like a ghost summoned by memory — except he was real. Realer than ever.

His dark coat fluttered in the wind, hair slightly damp from the drizzle, but his eyes… his eyes didn’t blink.

They burned. Her grip slipped. The drink hit the ground.

Before she could speak, before Minhyuk could understand what was happening, Jungkook lunged. A violent blur — fists, blood, bones crunching.

Minhyuk barely managed a breath before he was yanked to the pavement, Jungkook’s fist colliding with his face over and over.

“Don’t touch her.” “She’s mine.” “Mine.”

She screamed, tugging at Jungkook’s arm, sobbing his name — but he didn’t stop.

Blood-soaked Minhyuk’s collar. A tooth rolled onto the pavement. She felt something break inside her. The Jungkook she knew… he was gone.

Only when Minhyuk stopped moving did Jungkook stop. She backed away, horror etched in every breath. Then she turned. She ran.

Rain blurred her vision. Her chest heaved. Her feet throbbed. But she didn’t stop. Not until a cold hand clamped over her mouth and yanked her into the shadows.

She kicked, screamed, but his grip was iron.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered against her ear, breath warm and twisted. “Why are you running from me, baby?”

He dragged her into a car. Her body thrashed against the leather seat. The doors locked with a click.

The car moved. She stared at him. “You're insane.”

He laughed — not bitter, not angry — like a lullaby gone wrong. “I missed you. Do you know how long I waited?”

When they arrived, she recognized the building. The apartment. Her stomach turned.

Nothing had changed. Same photos. Same lavender curtains. Same framed sketch she drew for him — their initials inside a heart.

“You kept this?”

“Of course. This is where we belong.”

Her voice shook. “This isn’t love, Jungkook.”

He tilted his head. “Then what was it? When you kissed me under this roof? When you cried saying goodbye? When you promised you’d come back?”

“I was eighteen—”

“So was I.” His voice dropped. “But I didn’t move on.”

She lunged for the door. A needle sank into her neck before she could scream. The world turned black.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. Her body ached.

She tried to move — her ankle resisted. A chain. Subtle, but tight. She gasped.

“Good morning.”

He sat by the window, sketching. Like nothing happened.

“What did you do to me?” she rasped.

“Just a little something to help you sleep. You were hysterical last night.”

She looked down at herself. Her clothes were changed. Clean.

Her heart raced. “You’re sick.”

He turned his sketchbook around. It was her — asleep.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Just like before.”

“You’re not him,” she snapped, her voice trembling. “The boy I loved… he would never hurt someone.”

Something shifted in his eyes.

She went on, desperate: “He would never kill. Never kidnap. No woman could love a man like this.”

Silence. Then — a crack. His hand struck her cheek. The sound echoed. Her face snapped to the side. A sharp sting bloomed. She looked at him, horrified.

“You… hit me?”

His pupils dilated. Regret flickered. His hand shook.

“I… I didn’t mean—”

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“You’re not my Jungkook.”

He grabbed the syringe from the nightstand.

“What are you doing?”

“If the memories hurt you… Let me take them away. Let me start over.”

“No—don’t you dare!”

She lunged at him, but her body betrayed her. Weak, dizzy.

“I’ll never love you again,” she choked out. “You’re a monster.”

His hand trembled. He kissed her forehead, like a goodbye.

“I love you too much to let you go.”

The needle sank in. Her scream died in her throat. And everything went dark again.

“You were my first... and you’ll always be my last. No matter what happens... dead or alive, you’ll stay with me.” His voice was gentle, almost whisper-soft, as her head dropped limply to the side—unconscious once more under the effects of the injection.

The needle still rested in his hand.

Her fingers had slipped from their clenched position on his shirt, now sprawled against the floor where she'd tried to fight him.

He didn’t move her—not yet. Instead, Jungkook just stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Like he was trying to memorize the shape of her eyelashes, the curve of her bruised lip, the little flicker of movement beneath her closed lids.

He sat next to her body as if she might vanish if he blinked.

Like a man in a trance. Like a monster satisfied... but empty.

He didn’t cry this time. The part of him that used to cry had died the day she walked away. Now all that remained was this raw, wired obsession. 

His jaw clenched as he slowly got up, pressing his hand against the dented wall. Blood still trickled down from where he'd punched it. 

His knuckles split open, a painful red contrast against the pale walls of the apartment they once shared.

The same apartment she had once walked out of.

But now... She was back.

Jungkook moved like a machine—clearing the broken glass, changing the bedsheets, wiping the traces of his rage from the room. 

He tossed the stained shirt he wore into a bag, scrubbed the floor, and opened all the windows, letting in the cold Seoul air.

The scent of roses mixed with antiseptic, haunting and sterile.

By the time she woke up—it was the next day. The entire twenty-four hours, he hadn't slept. Hadn’t eaten. He’d just... waited.

She stirred faintly, brows creasing as the light bled into her vision.

Her lashes fluttered, head lifting an inch before she winced and sank back into the softness beneath her.

Then she gasped.

A sudden, sharp inhale. Eyes wide.

And the first thing she saw...

Was him.

Sitting silently in the corner, hands clasped between his knees, eyes glued to her face like some grotesque sculpture come to life. 

The shadows carved his features in eerie stillness, lips curled in something like a smile... but colder. Something dangerous flickered behind those eyes. Not sorrow.

Control.

She bolted upright, the blanket sliding down her shoulders, breath hitching as panic set in.

“Who... who are you?” she whispered.

He tilted his head slowly.

“Where am I?! What am I doing here—did you... Did you kidnap me?!”

Her voice cracked by the last word.

Jungkook didn’t answer. Not right away. He just stood up, steps silent like a predator.

Her fingers scrambled toward the edge of the bed, trying to find something—anything—sharp, heavy, useful.

But there was nothing. The room was empty, white, and clean. Too clean.

He stopped beside her.

And smiled.

That same eerie, calm smile. One that didn’t reach his eyes. One that made her stomach twist and her throat go dry.

“You don’t remember me...” “That’s okay.” “We’ll fall in love all over again.”

Her lips trembled.

ƬӇЄ ЄƝƊ.

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Contains/TW: depictions of autism ‘meltdowns’/panic and overstimulation, slight depictions of asthma. PSA i’m portraying amelia’s autism in similar ways to how mine works and what it does to me so if yours works differently that’s okay! ASD affects us all who have it in different ways 🖤

A/N: i will admit i struggled a bit with this one so it might not be as great. i hope you enjoy it regardless though :,) ALSO to those of you who loved Jinx and Millie’s friendship you’ll probably like this one! 🖤 (also another psa last chapter of 2024 🤭)

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Part IV

The Bolter

It felt like every inch of me was shaking as I speed-walked down the hallway towards the locker room. My arms tightly wound around myself as Vi’s words echoed in my head like an angry mantra. No, no no no… you will not victimize yourself right now. Take care of Ellie. For once just take care of someone else. It wasn’t to say I hadn’t been yelled at before, countless times I found myself on the receiving end of my parents frustrated anger or my tutors’ impatience. Even Caitlyn and I had for sure gotten into a few screaming matches before. But for some reason hearing it from Vi’s voice hurt more than anyone else’s.

I roughly wiped at my eyes before I could push my way into the locker room, momentarily forgetting about the contacts that had been shoved into them which caused me to grimace at the feeling of them shifting. I tried to blink away the blurriness as I stepped into the room. Ellie stood over the sink, already shrugged off all of her gear now clad in a simple black tank top as she carefully dabbed at the splotch underneath her eye with a wet cloth. “Ellie? A-Are you okay? How’s your head?” I questioned as I cautiously crept into the empty locker room.

“Haven’t had any complaints yet.” She joked with a shrug causing my expression to fade into a little scowl. “Relax, I’m fine. My ego’s more bruised than anything, I think.” She sighed as she whirled around to face me, cautiously pulling the cloth away from the glowing ice burn along her cheekbone.

“It’s gonna leave a sick scar, you should say ‘you should see the other guy.’” I teased, gently pressing on her shoulder to get her to sit down until she hoisted herself up on the sink.

Her lips upturned in a slight smile as she let out a little chuckle. “Except I’m pretty sure she looks a whole lot better than me.”

“Not whenever she made an ass of herself.” I spoke, eyebrows drawing together in a look of concentration as I stole the warm cloth from her hands to press to her cheekbone instead. Ellie hissed a bit in pain, curling her hands around the counter of the sink with a shuddering breath.

“Fuck, all this time out of service and it’s made my pain tolerance eat shit.” She remarked with a small cringe screwed on her face before it softened. “A-Are you okay? After what she called you? I-I don’t even know why she did it- that was so disgusting-“

“Els, I’m okay.” I confirmed, softly stroking her shoulder with my free hand. “I’ve been called worse.”

“You shouldn’t have been.” She spoke with a shake of her head, slowly and carefully the weight against my hand increasing as she leaned into my touch. “I’m sorry I- I should’ve known she was going to be an ass today after yesterday and I-I should’ve kept you from it I-”

“Ellie…” I frowned, my facial expression shifting into one that was slightly more stern as I took my other hand to hold the other side of her face with. Her green eyes were glassy, as if she was holding back an absolute avalanche of tears. So much more innocent than she would ever let herself show… except for maybe to me. “You’ve gotta stop blaming yourself for things that aren’t your fault.”

She let her eyes shift, a subtle understanding between the two of us as she peered downwards. “It’s not as if she doesn’t have a right to be angry. Her- Her dad- He was a civilian doctor on base with us.“ Her throat bobbed as she tried to recount the tale with as much strength as she could. “Some of the guys that were stationed with me were… these disgusting pigs that thought because they were in the army they had some sort of authority over civilians though and took to harassing the shit out of him basically until they were forced to move. I don’t know why she blames me… maybe I guess because I’m the only one left she can blame. Or just an easy target.” She ran a slightly shaking hand through her hair. “I’ve tried to be friends with her so many times but she just isn’t having any of it and takes so much of her anger out on me I-I don’t know what to do.”

I didn’t know what else to say, I seldom did whenever she told me some of the stories of her past. All of my own suddenly seeming to pale in comparison. She was never a fan of the narrative that it was selfish to be so depressed whenever other people ‘had it worse though. It was her who taught me that bravery came in so many different forms. Nevertheless I let my lips press to her forehead before pulling her into my arms, being propped up on the sink counter finally allowing her to snuggle her head into my shoulder as she wrapped her own arms around me.

“It’s much too difficult to not love you. I think one day she’ll see that.” I gave her another gentle squeeze, lingering there for just a second longer before I heard the swing of the door opening.

Ellie immediately slid down from the sink, moving in front of me almost protectively just before Vi stepped around the corner with that same scowl on her face, though she seemed to be trying to hide it more this time. “So, you gonna lose the eye?” She remarked with a hint of humor behind her tone as she pulled the gloves from her bruised fingers.

“Oh uhhh yeah, probably gonna have to amputate.” She teased mildly before making her way towards the lockers. “Where’s Abby?”

“Brief suspended absence… to get her shit together.” Her words seemed to hold more information than she let on. “Sevika wants you to take the rest of the day off though too since you looked pretty shaken up.”

“That’s humiliating.” Ellie huffed as she retreated back towards her locker to pull out a simple grey hoodie to pull on over her tank.

“Els, it isn’t so bad, I mean we have club rush later on today anyways, you could probably use the extra time.” I frowned once more, always trying my hardest to be positive whenever Ellie of all people couldn’t. She was always better at excelling with that kind of thing than I was.

“I guess, I just… I don’t know. How I long for ego dissolution.��� She voiced with a shake of her head as she pulled a Carhartt beanie over her head. “I think I’m gonna head back to our place and hit the showers but I can meet you at club rush later on?”

“Sure, just text me.” I added just before she slung her backpack over her shoulder. Her eyes briefly glancing to mine as if she was hovering, wondering if she was safe to do our usual goodbyes. The forehead kisses and hugs, always remembering to tell each other that we loved one another. She decided against it though, just shooting me a weak smile before shuffling towards the door.

“See you, Mills.” She replied, my heart stinging in my chest as I caught my feet briefly trailing a few steps in her direction. ‘God, don’t pull away from me. Please don’t pull away from me.’

Meanwhile Vi’s presence felt like a looming ghost behind me, the burn of her eyes on my back lingering all the while. “Come here.” I heard her speak up with a clear of her throat from her spot on the bench.

My eyebrows furrowed together in frustration in response however, my arms folded across my chest as I whipped around to face her. “You know you don’t get to just tell me what to do, right? First you yell at me outside to leave you alone and now you’re actually telling me to approach you a-as if nothing happened?”

Vi started at me long and hard, eyebrows narrowing in a way that had me instantly regretting my sudden backbone. Nevertheless I tried to maintain my best Kiramman face, slanted eyebrows and darkened eyes that probably only resulted in me looking like an angry or sad puppy. “I was going to apologize.” She finally spoke up after a moment, dropping her hands to her sides as she slowly took a few steps towards me. “I just didn’t want your back towards me whenever I did.”

I drew backwards whenever her body approached mine, my breath hitching in my throat as my back suddenly hit the side of a locker even though she hadn’t even gotten that close. “I’m sorry, for raising my voice at you. I just wanted to protect you.”

“From what?” I whispered, hands shaking as I slid my arms back around my waist as if trying to give myself the illusion of someone else’s arms around me.

“From you seeing things if they went south.” Vi stated, finally dropping herself down onto one of the benches that wrapped around the lines of lockers. “Now… will you please come here?”

I probably shouldn’t have. I knew it wasn’t smart of me and I had probably well and truthfully lost the plot. Her history with my sister was enough of a reason but the addition of the other stuff, the fighting, the mysterious death that I had yet to learn about but was too afraid to ask about. It was all such a bad idea and I knew that. But every aspect of love that had ever been in my life so far had been a bad idea.

I let my feet shuffle towards her, muscular arms sliding around my waist the moment I got close and my breathing hitched in my throat once more as I felt her pulling me right onto her lap. “Does it make you uncomfortable? Me holding you like this?” She wondered, hands gently ghosting along the ends of my hoodie as if she wanted to slip them up the fabric. And I think I nearly wanted her to. “You’re always shaking.”

“No… I just- I- nobody’s ever touched me like this before.” I answered before settling my clearly trembling hands around her shoulders. I used to always shake whenever people touched me, and still did if they were new. Partially because I never knew if it was going to be a rough touch or a gentle one. The same could be said for intimacy, I had never allowed myself the graces of pleasure before. The idea of exposing myself to somebody was horrifying, being so vulnerable and laid out so bare whenever they could choose to be whichever version of themselves they wanted.

“Never?” She spoke, the smallest gasp slipping from my lips the moment I felt her hand sliding underneath the fabric of the hoodie. Calloused fingers dragging along my bare skin nearly causing me to whimper at the goosebumps that followed.

“Never.” I answered, gulping an anxious lump down my throat. My legs shook as they were practically wrapped around her waist. I wanted to tear off her jersey and feel her muscles underneath again. Trace every line of her biceps and the tattoos inked on top of them, her hands sliding up my spine nearly causing me to arch against them. “Vi- Vi, this can’t just be physical. I-It has to be more than that.”

“What makes you think it is?” She questioned, and I almost whined the moment her warm hand left my skin. “I’ve been trying to sneak into that pretty little head of yours for a while now.”

“My head isn’t a pretty place.” My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I peered downwards in what could’ve almost been interpreted as shame.

“The dark parts too then. I wanna see those too.” Vi whispered.

The look in her eyes was too soft to be insincere, and I caught myself searching her face for any sign of it. I came up empty every single time. And before I knew it I was swirling a strand of her pink hair around my finger just before brushing my lips to hers. Vi’s grip around my waist only seemed to tighten as she pressed me to her. I could’ve sworn I even heard a whimper from her lips as I entangled my fingers through her soft hair. It didn’t last nearly as long as our kiss last night had, though I still felt every bolt and zap of the electricity that seemed to connect through us. My lips pink and swollen as she lightly drug her teeth through my bottom one just before I was left breathless.

“I wanna see you tonight… not to do anything I just- I just wanna see you. C-Can I?” It was the first time I had seemed to catch her flustered as she stared up at me with red cheeks, and not just from the natural chill of the ice rink.

It was hard to say no to the look on her face, so with a delicate hand pressed to her cheek I nodded. “Okay.”

~

“Boo!” I heard Jinx exclaim the moment I stepped outside, suddenly feeling like the hoodie I wore wasn’t enough to beat the chill that ran through me as I only jumped the tiniest bit. “Ha! Made you jump!” She teased as she pointed a long purple nail my way. “So, did you guys kiss and make up?”

“Uhhh… I mean-“ I stammered, my own cheeks suddenly a bright red as I caught my bottom lip in between my teeth.

“Yeah, you totally did, it’s written all over your face.” She laughed once more before reaching for a bright blue bike chained up to the rack next to mine. “Relax, new girl, I’m not gonna go all guard dog on you because you’re totally into my sister.”

“How come?” I wondered, almost afraid of the answer as I shuffled up towards my own bike.

“Because no offense, you kind of don’t really look like you could hurt a fly.” She chuckled a bit as she hoisted herself up onto the seat. “Going to club rush?” She added with that same smirk-like smile she always seemed to have.

“I guess… my sister told me it was kind of, you know, mandatory unless I wanted to have a really lonely next four years.” I shrugged casually before hopping up onto my own seat and peddling off behind Jinx.

“You seem like you’d be okay with having a very lonely next four years.” Jinx remarked with another little laugh. “Not that being in the ‘esteemed Kiramman family’ could provide a lonely existence.”

“Maybe if you’re Caitlyn, no, she’s always been the one with all the social skills and the brains and brawn to boot. I mean, she’d always try and find ways to include me but whenever she went to uni it just, obviously complicated things.” I explained immediately feeling my face heat up in embarrassment as I shook my head, “Sorry, I-I don’t wanna trauma dump.”

Jinx’s bike suddenly skidded to a halt nearly causing me to jolt forward as I pressed down on my brake to not speed ahead. Her eyes seemed to peer directly into mine with a look I hadn’t really seen from her before. Was it… sympathy? Empathy? “You aren’t trauma dumping, and for future reference if you need somebody to talk to, I’m here.”

My lips slightly upturned in the corners, hands squeezing around the handlebars as I weakly nodded, “Thanks Jinx, that means a lot.”

“Of course it does.” Her typical grin stretched back across her face before she lifted herself from the seat once more to venture forward. “Now… try to keep up because I’m a fast peddler… and a meddler.”

“I could definitely see that last part.” I laughed just before quickening the pace of my own peddling to speed off alongside her. And for the most part I nearly felt like I was getting at least a small part of what was mostly a lost childhood back. Racing down the block and laughing with your friends on your bike. “So, ummm… you’ve asked a lot about me- what about you? How’d you make it to the UK?”

“Pretty epic twist of fate I guess you could say, dead parents for one.”

“O-Oh my God, I’m so-”

“Eh, it’s all good.” Jinx waved it off easily, “My brain’s blocked a good amount of it out, a ‘trauma response’ or some shit, I guess. But anyways, Vi’s always been a beast on the ice hockey rink and rich people love a good sob story so the second they found out she was an orphaned foster kid with an absolutely adorable and tiny genius little sister the sponsorships started pouring in. So- she played hockey all throughout middle school and high school, I got into robotics and then her senior year she got recruited to Oxford. Then… a few years later I come around and sweep the rug out from underneath her feet with an engineering scholarship.”

I was almost stunned into silence as we skidded to a stop at a pedestrian crosswalk. “Wow, sounds like literal inspiration porn.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” She said with a laugh almost making me sigh in relief that she wasn’t offended. Though it seemed pretty difficult to offend Jinx. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like we didn’t go through a lot. The foster system is hardly a walk in the park but… having a super sporty older sister helps.”

“And being smart yourself too… you have to give yourself credit for that.” I suggested shyly with a casual shrug.

“Maybe… at least mildly. I’m a degenerate, but a pretty brilliant degenerate.” She grinned, causing me to let out a little laugh of my own as we continued to peddle along the path. “So, what clubs are you looking to sign up for? You should totally go for drama, the professor who runs it is a fucking lunatic.”

“I don’t know if I’m necessarily a, you know, drama club kind of girl-”

“And do I look like I’m a drama club kind of girl?” Jinx wondered with a lifted brow.

“Yeah, a bit actually.” I answered causing her to roll her eyes in a way that only proved my point. “I mean, maybe, but I’m not like… going for lead role or anything.”

“You know, isn’t it funny how the people who say that always end up being the lead in some way?” She spoke in a sing song voice as she twirled a strand of her bright hair around her finger.

“Do I even need to ask to know that ao3 is somewhere in your browsing history? Or tumblr maybe?” I teased with a snicker that faded the moment I heard the first telltale signs of Oxford’s club rush.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, I guess I should’ve expected exactly this. With over 400 clubs club rush spanned a week long and nearly took over the entirety of the main quad and then some. It felt like a weeklong party of freshers and curious and bored upperclassmen alike. I absolutely should’ve been better prepared for the boatload of people filing in and out of the massive courtyard completely taken over by white tents and set ups every club had probably spent weeks working on. For some reason though I had a feeling no amount of research or planning could’ve prepared me for it though.

“Oh shit.” I cursed, immediately skidding to a stop so fast I nearly launched myself over the handlebars this time.

“Hey, chill new girl, before we get matching concussions!” Jinx exclaimed as she pressed her foot on the ground to stop herself. Her expression softened slightly though once she took a look at my face. Probably as white as a sheet much like the knuckles that gripped my handlebars. “Hey, what’s up with you? What happened?”

“Uhhh… umm, autism?” I stammered simply as I nearly scrambled off of the bike, almost drawing blood from my bottom lip at this point. “Ummm, so- I-I can’t go in there but- don’t let me hold you from it.” My words were a shaking mess as I tried to drive the bike away from the commotion. Jinx only chased me down like the stubborn girl she was.

“Well, I’m sure as shit not leaving you out here to panic by yourself!” She voiced as she trudged off behind me to find a bench before my knees could give out from below me.

“That might actually be the best option for you in all honesty.” I answered in a shaking voice, finally giving up before I found subtle solace underneath one of the large trees to prop my bike up against.

“Okay, what would be the best option for you?” Jinx’s boots cracked underneath the fallen branches as she watched me drop the backpack from my shoulders. Every inch of me nearly felt like it was shaking as she cautiously approached me. “Because if you honestly want me to leave then I will but- don’t just say that because you’re trying to spare me from something. You aren’t a burden, Amelia.”

I tensed at first whenever I felt her cautious hand on my shoulder, it felt like every sound was getting louder and louder by the minute and I had to fight the urge to not launch myself into her arms right then and there. “C-Can we sit down?” My words shook nearly as hard as my legs did, threatening to give out any moment.

“Yeah, ‘course.” Jinx nodded quickly, already kneeling down to try and clear a spot underneath the tree even though it was already pretty clear. It was like she was trying everything she could to be helpful.

I guess you could’ve said my meltdowns were different than a lot of the ones you probably see portrayed. It was rare I ever yelled or expressed anger, I never hit anything, sometimes I would scratch at myself or pull my hair. But more often than not they were silent killers. The uncomfortable shaking, muscles giving out, the crying, oh god the crying was more exhausting than anything. If I was in public I tried my hardest not to, though most of the time that took more out of me than the actual crying did. All I knew was to retreat. Retreat, run, hide, curl up into a ball and hoped that eventually it would pass. Even though occasionally it almost felt like the aftermath was one of the worst parts. The depression that followed, the shame, the embarrassment, the apologies to everyone else even though I still didn’t know how I would’ve prevented it.

That was the worst part of all.

“What can I do to help?” Jinx asked as she placed a cautious hand on my knee that I was quickly hugging to my chest.

“C-Can you text Ellie and Caitlyn the code word, p-please? It’s pineapple. I-It shouldn’t have a passcode.” I questioned through my quivering voice, feeling like my lungs were already sealing shut in my chest much like they had last night. I could tell she was biting back one of her funny remarks as she slid my phone from my hoodie pocket, and I almost wished she would have before the tears started to fall and I became incapable of anything else.

“Inhaler- I-I need my inhaler.” I practically gasped out as I scrambled for my backpack. “P-Please tell me I brought it, f-for fuck’s sakes! H-How am I so stupid?!” I whimpered in frustration as I dug around through my backpack only to be met with no avail.

“Millie, Millie don’t.” Jinx gently slipped her hands into mine before I could start lashing out at myself. “We’ll find it, I promise we’ll find it.”

“I’m sorry.” I spoke through the sobs, apologizing prematurely before I could get any worse.

I clutched her hands for dear life it seemed. The sounds of various students passing by only got louder, the levels of shame coursing through my body causing me to squeeze myself into the same little ball I always did. Retreat, make yourself as small as possible. My breath came out in wheezes, a slow rattling beginning to increase in my chest until it felt impossible to talk. Stupid, stupid, stupid Amelia.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Jinx spoke, sliding a firm arm around my shoulders until she was able to pull me closer. “Lean on me, I’ve got you.” A sob broke through the cacophony of wheezes as I burrowed my face into the crook of her arm. “Caitlyn and Ellie are on their way, just keep taking deep breaths for me, okay?” I forced a nod as I held onto her arm and let the tears soak into the fabric of her jacket.

It seemed like only a few moments later I heard the rushed sound of feet on the surrounding ground. My lungs only getting tighter and tighter by the second as Caitlyn nearly tripped over her own two feet rushing to the space underneath the tree. “I’m here! Mills, I’m here, I’ve got your backup.” She spoke in an out of breath voice as if she had sprinted the entire way here.

Immediately I forced my hands out to grip the inhaler and shove it in between my lips, sending a blast of the medicated air through my lungs. Afterwards I still held the device in my hands like it was the only thing providing me comfort. Caitlyn gently smoothed out my hair with a soft hand. “You can do a second one, if you need to.” She spoke as I sat there still, holding the device in between my lips even afterwards.

Sometimes I think the person who had supposedly ‘knitted me in my mother’s womb’ actually hated me. Autism wasn’t enough, so we had had to complicate things with severe hypersensitivity in my airways that could’ve been correlated to a development of asthma. Every time I thought I was moving forward and not becoming such a medical nightmare however it was usually squandered by an incident such as this one.

“Thank you for taking care of her, Jinx.” I could tell Caitlyn was biting back her pride as she promptly took me into her arms. For some reason the familiar feeling of my sister’s embrace making me want to cry a hundred times harder. She was always such a quick way to get me to calm down. I always felt bad whenever she had to drop everything and come running. Now for the second day in a row. “My place is pretty close if you want me to take you there. Get you out of here.”

I nodded against Caitlyn’s shirt before trying to pry my face from where it was hidden in her chest. “Jinx, can you text Ellie the address?” I asked, grateful for the stability that was somewhat creeping back into my voice.

“Sure- do- do you want me to come too?” She wondered almost hesitantly as she pushed herself up to her feet. Her usually playful eyes now softened as she still cautiously held onto my phone.

“If it isn’t too much trouble… s-sure.” I nodded with a tearful and weak smile.

Caitlyn hoisted me up onto my still shaking legs where I leaned most of my weight against her. I could tell part of her wanted to carry me like she had done in the past. Like she started doing the moment she hit her growth spurt claiming she wanted me to ‘see what it’s like up there.’ I almost even wanted her to myself, but not here. Not around so many people. I couldn’t make things even worse for myself.

“No, it’s not any trouble at all.” Jinx said sincerely before going to scoop up my backpack for me. “I’ll get all of our things.”

[livindeadgirlgrav]

Hello!! Hope you're doing alright!

May I request headcannons or a story for Nubbins Sawyer about his female s/o saving him from his death? Like in that scene from movie when he's chasing Sally and then gets run over by an 18-wheeler, but his s/o saves him in time.

if you don't want to write about it, it's perfectly fine to ignore this request.

Thank you in advance and have a lovely day!! ♡

Why would I ignore this??? I LOVE IT! I LOVE NUBBINS!!! 🖤 Thank you tons for the request lol

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x fem reader

Warning: Violence, death, kidnapping, cannibalism, killing, blood, gore galore, hot sweaty cannibal man, slight NSFW, Kinda fluffy, etc

Tonight was just like any other night within the Sawyer house. You laid in Nubbins bed as you listened to the records his twin brother had gifted him. Adjusting the headphones you could still hear the actions happening below you. Nubbins understood you weren't the 'killing type' like Drayton puts it. But that doesn't mean Nubbins doesn't enjoy his time tormenting helpless victims whether you hear him or not. Reaching over to the diy skull table you turned the knob of the record player turning the music up so you wouldn't have to hear the howling pack of hounds called the Sawyers. You didn't mind being alone for a while, Nubbins tend to be very clingy and sometimes you just needed a little break so this arrangement was perfect! Nubbins got his play time and you got your free time. A win win for both parties but you wouldn't lie something about tonight felt weird..Something wasn't right and it was eating you up.

Tossing and turning you finally found a comfortable position and manged to fall asleep despise the nagging dread flowing through your body. After what felt like hours you woke up realizing Nubbins wasn't back upstairs besides what time it was. Pushing the headphones off your head you noticed everything was quiet. Listening to your gut you quickly got up throwing on a pair of you jeans and grabbed your boots shoving your foot in them as you nearly tripped out the bedroom door. "Nubbins?" you yelled but before you could call again you started hearing a female scream followed by Bubba's chainsaw. "Oh shit." You thought quickly running down the stairs nearly tripping again since your boots were a bit big-They were a gift from Nubbins, aka a pair of a victims shoes- Quickly you ran out the door following behind Bubba. You watched Nubbins run after the blonde girl as she screamed and tried limping away. You ran towards him but thanks to the over sized boots you fell face first into the Texas dirt. "Fuck!" you shouted but quickly you kicked the boots off, jumped up and ran after Nubbins.

Passing Bubba you finally caught up to Nubbins at the road. Nubbins grabbed the girl laughing as he sliced her back up. You watched him but your attention was grabbed by the sound of a very fast tracker trailer. "Nubbins!" You shouted quickly ran towards him hearing the truck horn blaring. The blonde girl wiggled out of Nubbins grasp and he quickly froze as he looked up at the truck coming right at him. But you grabbed his green shirt from behind and wanked him back hard just in time. Resulting in both of you falling backwards with a thud. Sitting up you looked at Nubbins seeing he was breathing hard but alive. Looking towards the blonde girl across the road made your blood start to boil, She nearly got Nubbins killed and you weren't happy. Hearing the trucks squeal as the driver slammed on brakes. You quickly reached over Nubbins, grabbing his razor before jumping to your feet. "You fucking bitch" You spat before running after her, grabbing her you shoved her to the ground. Proceeding to sit on top of her and slash her with the razor. Nubbins quickly got onto his feet watching you release your anger onto the girl. Stunned he stood there, not realizing the driver was getting out the truck. As you continued to slash at the girl the man quickly ran to you, trying to pull you off the girl, but before the man got you onto your feet you swung the straight razor one last time managing to slice the girls throat open. As you were finally pulled to your feet you fought against the man smirking once you heard the sound of Bubba's beloved chainsaw getting closer. "Get em Bubba!" You shouted, getting your wrist lose from the man's grasp and shoving Nubbins straight razor into the man's side causing him to let go of you. Thinking fast you quickly ducked down as Bubba swung his chainsaw over your head and into the mans chest. His blood spewed onto you as the chainsaw entered his body. The driver was early cut in half as he fell back behind you.

Standing up you wiped the blood from your cheek and adjusted into your stance..Catching your breath you looked down at the girl watching the blood spill from her throat. As you watched the dark liquid flow onto the ground you started to realize what just happened. Looking behind you, you saw the sliced up man seeing his blood seep out onto the road into a huge puddle that unfortunately you were standing in..barefoot. Feeling sick you stepped over them, back towards the house but stopped in your tracks as you started to gag. "Oh no..no." You stated as you started to panic, Nubbins quickly rushed towards you. "You're okay! d-don't cry, don't c-cry darling." He stuttered trying to calm you down before you exploded. Nubbins pulled you towards him and held your head to his chest trying to stop you from looking back at what you did. Stroking your head quickly he looked down at you. "You protected me! I-I would be flat!" He giggled like the little psychopath he was. Every time you would move your head towards the terrific scene he would push your head back into his chest, finally just covering your eyes with the hand that was stroking your hair. "Y-you saved me." He stated as he kissed the top of your head as he watched Bubba grab the man's foot dragging him towards the house. "Keep your eyes closed." Nubbins said letting go of you once he got your nod of approval. Nubbins walked to the girl and chuckled. He stuck his tongue out at her dead face before grabbing her ankle. Dragging her towards you. "D-don't look behind me! O-or in front of you! Just look down." You nodded doing what he said. You knew exactly what they were doing hearing the noise of shuffling gravel.

Once you got back to the house you sat down at the dining room table with grandpa. Holding your head in your hands, starring at the wall as you heard Nubbins and Bubba struggle as they dragged the bodies into the backroom. Drayton yelled as they dragged the bodies against the floor. "Look what you're doing to the floor!" He shouted in his thick country accent. Continuing to stare at the wall Drayton came into the dining room. "What's the matter girly?" He asked in a much softer tone. He was always sweet towards you surprisingly. "I killed her.." You stated emotionless, Drayton rubbed your back. "Aw don't worry about it none.." He stated. "She almost caused Nubbins to get hit by that truck..I was so angry.." Drayton laughed. "Well of course you were angry! That's you old man. Well don't you worry no, you should talk to grandpa he's the best killer around!" You smiled slightly at him. He rubbed the back of your head. "Now the saw is family just you remember that." He patted the back of your head and walked away. Nodding you looked at grandpa. Hearing Nubbins walk in you quickly stood up and walked towards him wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you Nubbins..please don't leave me here alone." Nubbins hugged back not caring your back was nearly covered in blood. "I l-love you t-too." he responded his cute speech impediment causing you to smile. "I-i ain't going n-no where." He placed his chin on your head and held you.

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[cheesesandwichsanto]

He knew … III

Summary: You went with Sihtric and a new decision has to be made.

Pairing: Sihtric x f!reader

Warning: mentioned pregnancy, mentioned death

Word Count: ~2.5k

A/N: English is not my first language. this is the last part, hope you guys enjoyed it🖤

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Suddenly, you heard someone shouting “he’s here, Lord! Uhtred is here!”

You recognized that voice instantly as Dagfinns.

You all bolted towards the river, not knowing how many of Haesten’s warriors following or how close they were.

Just before reaching the docks, Uhtred telling Sihtric to lead, you followed.

“We are under attack. Haesten says to ready the ships. Now. Untie them now” he demanded. The men guarding the ships just looked confused.

“Do what he told you, we are under attack!” You yelled.

They immediately started to untie the knots. Haesten’s guards on the docks were easily killed by Uhtred and his warriors, and everyone got onto the ship.

“We will talk later, I will explain everything, I swear, but now you have to do what I’m telling you, please” Sihtric said hurriedly “stand in front of me, hands on your back.” You slowly nodded.

The whole crew pulled the rows to escape as quickly as possible.

“Archers to the front - quickly!” Haesten screamed.

Sihtric dragged you to the back of the ship, facing the docks, your hands behind your back.

Sihtric held a knife to your throat.

“We have a hostage, if you shoot, I will slit her throat!” Sihtric threatened.

The archers hesitated, waiting for orders.

Dagfinn held his hand up in the air.

A clear signal: don’t shoot.

“What are you doing you idiot?” Haesten asked Dagfinn furiously.

“They have Y/N, they are going to kill her if we shoot.” He explained, clenching his teeth.

“Do you think I care about this scold?” Haesten stated.

“Well, I do care about her. Don’t attack!” Dagfinn screamed at Haesten’s face.

Meanwhile the ship gained more and more distance from the docks.

Dagfinn glanced at you, a sad look on his face, seeing the person he loved sailing away with another man.

Life was unfair.

He knew Sihtric wasn’t going to kill you, but the risk that just one of his archers missed the original target and could possibly hit you, was too high.

He rather saw you sail away in the arms of another man, than you being hurt or even worse.

He didn’t know that this would be the last time he would see you in his life.

By the time you reached Coccham the next day, you were exhausted.

Everyone got off the boat, walking to the gate behind Lord Uhtred.

Sihtric strolled next to you.

There were Saxon warriors standing everywhere.

Sihtric told them to move away from the entrance to the Great Hall.

Inside was a bishop and other monks sitting at the table.

Seeing the cross hanging above the door, Lord Uhtred got furious, demanding it be put down. They discussed for a while, until a nun interfered and asked Uhtred to follow her outside, Skade behind him.

Sihtric was sitting at the table, eating some of the food.

You sat down next to him and drinking some water, not saying a word.

“We both need to talk…” Sihtric whispered between bites.

“You are right…” you snapped “you haven’t mentioned once that you are indeed already married. It is unfair towards your wife.”

He heard the sourness in your voice and turned to you.

“When you told me you were carrying my child, I felt nothing but love. Real love. A feeling I haven’t felt with her at all. You showed me what true love is. I want to be with you, raising our child together. I am leaving her and making you my new wife.” Sihtric’s voice broke, his eyes filling with tears he didn’t let fall.

He wanted to hold your hand in his but you pulled away.

“Who said I’m going to marry you? Who says you won’t do the same to me as you did to her?” You questioned bitterly, standing up and hurrying out of the Great Hall.

The next morning preparations were made for the ride to Wessex.

You got onto your horse to ride off with Sihtric, Finan, the bishop, and his men.

When you arrived in Winchester, you brought your horses to the stable, making sure they got enough water and hay.

Finan noticed a person you all know too well sitting outside the alehouse.

They knew him way before you.

He was always causing trouble and talking about how he was the true king.

Pitiful.

But now, apparently, he was missing one eye. Serves him right.

Aethelwold asked Finan where his Lord was, and Finan just made fun about his eye in response.

“I see you have Lady Y/N with you. Why is that?” he asked curiously.

“None of your business arseling, she’s a hostage, can’t you see?” Finan answered for you.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, turning to the other direction.

You never liked Aethelwold.

“I am looking for my wife and I will cut with her, then I will come for you. Wait for me, Finan will take care of you.” Sihtric spoke and then turned around one last time before walking off.

“Uhm, she’ll be underneath some man. And you’ll recognize her by the size of her big… feet” Finan jokingly yelled after Sihtric, side eyeing you with the last word.

You just stared at Sihtric emotionless, not listening to Finan’s words.

You had to make a choice.

Suddenly, Osferth appeared behind you two, telling that Lord Uhtred is hidden nearby, and that he was free of his curse.

“Wait, you mean… the witch is finally dead?” You asked Osferth, sounding happy.

“Very.” Osferth breathed out, looking between you and Finan.

“Then we’re all free of the curse, baby monk.” Finan deduced.

He said she was the devil in disguise.

No, she was a witch, and every man fell for her hocus-pocus and her looks.

You hoped she suffered for what she did to your father.

The three of you headed to the next alehouse. Your mood slightly improved by the good news, food and drinks.

You sat at a table inside, Osferth on your left and Finan across from you.

“Soooo… you and Sihtric hm…” Finan tried to start a forced conversation.

“Tz, me and Sihtric… that was before I was told he is married” you said angrily, gripping your cup of ale tighter.

“Listen Lady, he’s a good lad. It was dumb of him not telling you about that marriage. But that’s how Sihtric is, doing dumb stuff. I mean… that woman, he’s married to… I probably shouldn’t tell you… but she was an alehouse whore, telling Sihtric she loves him so that he would come back again and again and gives her his silver. She used to live in Coccham, but we got word that she’s back here at the inn. He really thought she loves him, but that poor boy doesn’t even know what love is, considering how he was treated his whole life. And my joke before he left, may even be true…he is really stubborn, getting on our nerves day and night, you would be a happy woman if he put half that effort into courting you” Finan rambled, then took a sip of his ale.

“I don’t know what to do… he is the first man I have trusted, but he lied to me…” you murmured, staring into your cup.

Both men listening attentively.

“Just give him a chance, I mean you are a warrior right, you could just kill him if he does the same to you” Osferth suggested.

“Shut your mouth! Do you want to put that stupid idea in her head?” Finan hissed, giving Osferth a little slap on the head.

You just laughed.

These two were one of a kind.

The bar maiden brought your food, and you all ate with relish.

Just as you finished your plate, and drank the last sip of your cup, Sihtric burst into the alehouse and took a seat next to you.

He looked relieved and happy.

“I know you were joking earlier, but you were right Finan. She was indeed underneath some man.” he said, amused.

What a strange boy.

“Why are you happy about that?” You asked astonished.

He looked at you intensely.

“Because” he took your hand in his “that means I am no longer married and we both can be together… I mean… only if you want” he proposed.

A sad smile played on his lips.

“I have to think about it... I need time.”

“Yes of course… take all the time you need”

The next day, you sat in Thyra and Father Beocca’s house at their table.

She was a fragile and kind-hearted woman, mentioning she had been threatened by some man, harassed because she was a Dane. Beocca stormed out of his house furiously, the other four men following him. Off to defend his wife.

You were left behind with Thyra and Hild.

“Sihtric told me you are with child” Hild started a conversation.

“Yes, that is true.” You answered.

She was a really friendly woman.

“A child is always a blessing by god”

“That’s what my father said too, except for the last part” giving her a smile.

“Well, then your father was a wise man. Sihtric told me you are going to stay here, he asked me to prepare you for the birth, to be your midwife, and it would be an honor to me” she smiled back.

Meanwhile, your smile disappeared.

Who did Sihtric think he was, deciding where you stay? You were an independent woman, daughter of an Earl. You would not stay in Winchester, and that was a fact!

“Staying here? I have not been informed about that…”

Just then, Sihtric, Father Beocca and Osferth came through the door, stepping inside the little house. You tried to stay calm.

“Who do you think you are, deciding where I stay? I’m not staying in this shithole by myself. You either let me come with you or I’m off to the next Danish camp near the coast and sail to Ireland”. You stormed off, not knowing where to go, but you ended up sitting in an alehouse not far away for the whole day, drown in your thoughts.

You woke up the next morning, still sitting in the alehouse with your head on the table.

A lot had happened during the night.

Father Beocca’s house had burned down to ashes, and Thyra had been trapped inside.

That poor girl.

You walked out and through the muddy streets, searching for a familiar face.

You saw Sihtric standing with Finan, you approached them.

Sihtric glanced at you. “I’ve looked for you everywhere, where have you been?” He asked softly.

“I was in an alehouse all night, and I want to inform you that I will come with you, but I won’t go against my own people, I’m Dane, after all” you stated.

“Wherever I go, there will be fights, I don’t want you and our child to get hurt…”

“My mother was a well-known shieldmaiden, going to war just before she gave birth to me. I am her blood, and I was trained to fight since I was able to hold a sword, I think I will be fine, but I know your worry, I will stay at the camp”. Sihtric nodded slowly, agreeing.

In Wicumb, you sat at the fireplace with Sihtric and his friends, too tired from the recent events and the pregnancy.

You said good night to everyone and went to your tent.

After tossing and turning on your furs, unable to sleep, you heard Uhtred and Sihtric talking, trying to whisper but not quiet enough.

“What are you planning to do with her? …You and a fierce Danish warrior woman, awaiting your child, can’t believe I am witnessing this day” Uhtred said, amused.

“I want to make her my wife. She showed me what true love is, and I want to raise the child with her, I want to be a better father than my own…” Sihtric replied, sadness in his voice. That answer broke your heart.

“I understand. I don’t know where we are going after the war, probably back to Coccham but I want her to be always at your side. I haven’t seen my children for a long time, and I don’t want you to experience the same. She will be one of us, we are protecting your little family with everything we have.” Uhtred’s words warmed your heart.

He barely knew you, but one of his best friends trusted you, so he gave you the same trust. Maybe he was not as bad a person as you thought.

Your father and the other warriors had called him Daneslayer back in Dunholm, and they mistrusted him.

But Uhtred had not given you a reason not to trust him, even though he was Saxon.

The next day, when you woke up and left your tent, everyone had already gone to war.

So the only people in the camp remaining were you, some guards, and the maidens.

You got nervous.

What if he didn’t return?

What would happen to you and the child? Where were you supposed to go?

The only place you could go would be to Ireland.

But you were not sure about that.

Because that would mean war and camping under the stars again.

In the evening, the Saxon warriors came back to the camp, covered in dirt and blood, some of them hurt badly, some of them missing limbs. You thought about the friends you had in the camp back then, wondering if Brida and Cnut were still alive and in good health.

You looked at every person, hoping Sihtric was among them, and you were relieved, when you saw him limping towards you.

He had a few wounds, but nothing too bad.

You greeted him with a warm hug, your heart beating faster.

Sihtric seemed confused.

A decision had been made.

“I am glad to see you alive” you smiled at him.

“Are you sure? I could have sworn you would have loved to see me dead the last time I talked to you” he joked.

“For a short time I did… but I love you, Sihtric, and I would have never forgiven myself if you hadn’t returned” you said, caressing his cheek, and looking up into his mismatched eyes.

“You have made a decision?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes I have, I will be at your side, and we will raise our son together.” You answered, smiling.

“You don’t know how happy those words make me. Soooo…” he paused, grinning from ear to ear “will you be my wife?”

He hoped for a yes.

But it was too early for that decision.

“Maybe one day, we still have plenty of time.”

It wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no either.

He would not lose hope that one day you would marry him.

Sihtric pulled you closer.

You felt his warm breath on your skin.

His hands gently holding your slightly swollen belly.

You both looked at each other, the world around you didn’t matter in that moment.

It was just you and him.

He placed his hand on your neck and his lips on yours.

It was a gentle kiss, full of love.

You didn’t know what the future would hold for you, Sihtric, and the baby, but it will show soon enough.

[banquetwriter]

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this was the request sent via DM: 1.fluff

2. Johnnie Guilbert

Hey! I love your writing and I was hoping if you could do one about Johnnie Guilbert x reader where the reader has hyperesthesia and they are feeling sad because of how people don't understand her and take her condition seriously and Johnnie comforts her? It would mean a lot to me since I have struggled with hyperesthesia. Thank you for your time! xx @tacuuuu

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ Jake being a dick lol, mentions of pain, reader being sad

summary: ʚ Johnnie defends your invisible illness ʚ

Words: 950

An: so sorry I have been sucking lately I'm literally dying lol, also there is very little online for hyperesthesia so I did my very best haha 🖤

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Your whole body was riddled with the feeling of pins and needles. It was numb with pain, the occasional burning sensation coming in waves across your body. It was the third and last day of Coachella weekend two, and your body was wrecked.

You had more caffeine and boos than your body could handle. It was about 2:30 and it was time to start getting ready and pregame. Your muscles felt like they were guitar strings that had been played too much.

You took a deep sigh tightening the snuggly soft blanket you had wrapped yourself in. You sat not listening to the conversations around you. “Y/n!!” Tara shrieked looking at you. You reluctantly moved your head up to look at her. She was halfway done with her makeup already and had her hands placed on her hips.

“I'm sorry Tara but I'm probably not going to go tonight. I will just crash into Airbnb,” you mumbled with a sorry expression. “Y/nnnnn!” she whined, turning around to keep getting ready. “I know I know, I’m sorry Tara.” you apologized flopping back on the couch.

Suddenly you heard the door open, you peeked out of your blanket to see Jake and Johnie walking through the door. A small part of you was so relieved to see Johnnie. You knew he would understand like he always does.

He is always there for you, his touch seemingly a remedy for your pain. You sit up and pout watching Johnnie move his way to you. Jake opens the fridge and pulls out a drink. “Hey, sweetheart,” Johnnie mumbles, wrapping his arms around you.

You sink into his touch, feeling your nervous system calm down. “Bad pain day?” he asks as you close your eyes. You take a deep breath milking this moment in. “Yeah, not sure what brought it on,” you mumbled, Johnnie kissed your forehead humming against your skin.

You opened your eyes and smiled at your boyfriend. You took in his outfit. God, he looked so damn fine. “Shit, you're looking like a smoke show,” you remark, eyeing him up and down. He rolls his eyes with a grin.

Jake walks over to the two of you while wiggling his hips back and forth. “You two crazy cats ready to have one hell of a last day?” he asks while taking a sip from his drink. “Oh, I'm not going anymore,” Johnnie says nonchalantly. Both you and Jake snap your heads towards him.

“No way Jose!” Jake says, putting his hand on his chest in shock. “What?” you ask, pulling away from Johnnie’s arms slightly. “You're in pain. You need to be taken care of today. I'm not just gonna leave you.” he said, meeting your eyes.

“Nuh-uh, you're joining us!” Jake yelled out looking at Johnnie. “Johnnie, don't ditch them!” you whisper screamed. “Y/n you're having a bad day I'm gonna be here for you,” he promised.

Your heart swelled with adoration at his words, an equal part of guilt. Your worst fear was coming true. You were dragging others down with your disability. “Dude y/n says it's fine! Just come get drunk.” Jake says encouragingly.

“No dude,” Johnnie says calmly, just shaking his head. You felt a little awkward sitting there now. You had never ever wanted to make other people suffer from what you go through. Your heart clenched with anxiety.

“Jesus Johnnie it's not even that bad. Y/n still does stuff all the time! They went on a run the other day!” Jake moaned dramatically, bending his knees for emphasis. You cringed at his words. While it was true some days you had energy others you certainly did not and this was one of those days.

Before you could defend yourself Johnnie was quick to step up. “Dude that's not how it fucking works. Not everyone's issues are visible, you know that. They are at real risk with their blood pressure being so high. So no I'm not going I'm going to stay and take care of my girlfriend ok?” Johnnie says, his eyes open wide with anger.

Jake had looked like a kicked puppy. He looked over at you with a small sad smile. You had almost forgotten you were there for a second, finding it hard to believe anyone as incredible as Johnnie would defend you like that.

“Hey um, I'm sorry y/n I swear I didn't mean it like that. It's totally ok if you need rest some days, I was being a little bit of an idiot.” Jake sheepishly admits. You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out. You shoot a quick glance at Johnnie before you look back at Jake.

You take a deep sigh before calming him down. “Don't worry man. If I could change it I would,” you mutter before standing up and making your way to your ‘bedroom’.

You sink into your bed, no longer feeling the comforting touch of Johnnie. And thankfully it wasn't long before he walked into the room. You didn't turn to look at him at all, you just let him walk over to the bed.

You hear shuffling for a minute before the bed dips down with his weight. His arms wrap around your torso pulling you into him. You let your eyes close as his comfort slowly dulls the numbness in your body.

“Thank you,” you mumble against the pillow. “Of course,” he says softly. “You will never be too sick for me. I'm always right here,” he mumbled a second later. Neither of you moved, but you could swear when you were having a better you would tell him how greatful you were.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Title thing: rollercoster? (I honestly don’t know if it’s 2 words or 1) I got the idea from the fact that Minho is scared of heights.

Also me too girly, I CANNOT take any sort of rollercosters.😔 and I call my friends crazy for liking them.

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a/n: this is a drabble! this is the result of the lucky draw sorta thing i had hehe

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warnings: mentions of panic, rollercoasters and detailed fear

it really wasn’t supposed to be him. it should’ve been someone else. but jisung was too much of a baby to go on the rollercoaster alone and everyone else had just eaten. 

minho had approached the line with visible discomfort, sidling up next to hannie, who was trying a breathing exercise. 

“ah—hyung!” jisung had turned in shock. “you don’t have to…i know you don’t like them. let’s just go later.” and jisung had made to leave, but minho insisted. he hadn’t wanted to ruin his dongsaeng’s fun. 

and now he was regretting it as the lady explained kindly how to pull down the bar. minho was not feeling confident and he was really regretting his decision as jisung nervously asked the lady if they were really that secure. 

and the beginning was fine. sungie had enjoyed it immensely and was now happily waiting for the drop. and they were rising. minho squeezed his eyes shut as jisung yelled and shouted and threw his arms up like all the other people on the coaster. 

and they stopped. 

and minho made the grave mistake of peeking an eye open just as the coaster dropped. 

the screech that ripped out of him couldn’t even be classified as human as he gripped the bar and prayed it was over. jisung screamed happily and seeing minho’s pale, panic-ridden face, he grabbed the older’s hand and gripped it tightly. 

minho felt like his soul was leaving his body, and he was screaming louder than anyone on the coaster. he couldn’t give a flying fuck considering he was currently flying through the air faster than a jet engine. 

jisung was whooping as the drop finished and minho slumped in his seat, glad it was over. 

until it began moving again. backwards. 

“oh no—oh no SUNG-AH!!” minho screamed as the coaster dipped and then shot up from behind before stopping there, in the middle of the ascend back through the drop. 

everyone slumped forward due to the gravity of being dangled there in midair and, looking down, minho felt like he was gonna faint. jisung was ecstatic about this part, yelling in a mix of disbelief and excitement. 

minho cracked. 

hot, wet tears spilled down his face and he wanted nothing more than to just get out of there. 

the drop began midway and minho’s guttural howl was lost to the wind as they zoomed towards the end. finally. 

jisung, buzzing with adrenaline, was stammering in shock and awe. minho, meanwhile, was half slumped over his seat, panting hard, pale as hell. 

the others rushed over laughing and jisung helped minho out, letting out a surprised “whoa!” as minho’s legs gave out like jelly against him. 

that’s when everyone noticed the tears. 

“oh—” jisung startled. “oh, hyung, i’m so sorry…hey, are you okay? come on, let’s sit down.”

minho graciously let himself be led to a nearly park bench. the others gathered around him, and minho could see how concerned they were. 

he felt numb with adrenaline, legs trembling. hot, frightened, fast tears slipped down his face, pale with exhaustion. the one ride had zapped all of his energy. 

chan was on him in an instant. “hey, minho-yah, you’re okay. it’s all over now…”

minho groaned softly, sighing as hyunjin plopped down next to him, smoothing his hair down and pulling his hyung against him, letting min’s head rest on his arm. 

and minho was babbling softly, rambling as his voice cracked and he stammered. “a-and it was so scary—they pulled b-backwards…”

jisung watched guiltily as they drove home, and once they got there minho resigned to the couch. he was still pale with fear. 

“hyung-ah, i’m sorry…” jisung sat down hard next to minho. he gulped gently. it felt like there was a knot in his throat. 

“it’s okay, sungie,” minho responded softly, his hand reaching out to grab the younger’s. “you told me i didn’t have to come but i did anyway, so this is on me.”

and jisung hugged him tight. and then dug his fingers right into minho’s sides. what? when an opportunity presents itself…

minho squealed, his arms shooting down to jisung’s wrists and holding them. bad mistake. jisung wrestled out of his grip, grabbed both hands and pinned them above minho’s head. 

minho gaped, finding himself completely helpless as his back pressed against the couch as jisung gleefully plopped down on his thighs. 

“you ready?”

sungie didn’t even wait for minho to respond, happily going right for minho’s hips, a horrible spot, digging in with his thumbs in circular motions. 

minho howled, head flying back as he screeched with laughter, his eyes scrunching into crescents instantly. 

“SUHUHUNG AAHHAHAHAHHA!!” 

“yes, hyung?” jisung replied cheekily, grinning as minho cackled wildly, his hands shooting down to grab at the younger’s. 

“thahahaHAHAHATS UNFAHAHAIR!!” 

“what is? i’m cheering you up!” jisung retorted, his eyes cheery as he slid up minho’s sides and right into the older’s armpits. 

minho wheezed out a silent laugh as jisung’s thumbs kneaded in rhythmic motions, making dudududusounds. he pressed in as much as he could with the dancer’s arms clamped down. 

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” minho choked on a silent squeal, laughing his head off, and he was practically hysterical. “STAHAHAP STOP PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

and jisung slowly eased off just as the first few tears slipped down minho’s cheeks, this time from laughter. 

“what if we just tickle you on the rollercoaster next time? would that ease you up?~” jisung teased, yelping as minho, red-faced and blushing, threw a pillow at his head. 

“i’m not going on that stupid coaster again!” minho retorted, and jisung laughed as he imitated minho’s panicked screaming. 

earning yet again, another pillow to the face. 

ignore how choppy the transitioning is i wrote this in the plane 😭

[signedkoko]

GOSH, all your writings make me feel all bouncy and giddy I swear AaaAAAA

Feeling slightly inspired by your previous Lucifer and Lilith with a reader who ends up attacked, might I request a Vox X Reader, where while they're both out together, Reader notices someone apparently brave enough to attack Vox and just- autopilot takes the hit to protect him? Turns out afterwords it wasn't an Angelic weapon of any kind, so even though it's nasty and painful, they'll ultimately be okay...

But did Reader KNOW that? Nope. Could Vox have probably handled it himself with how powerful he is? Yep. Did either one of those thoughts even cross Reader's mind until after? NOPE.

Reader just saw harm approaching the one they love so much and just went into instant protect mode...

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which someone attempts an attack on Vox, but you decide to get in the way. Reader is genderneutral.

It was just another press conference, the same as all the others

VoxTek had a new announcement, and reporters flocked to be the ones with the most interesting story or the first, whichever got them more praise from their lousy boss

Both the CEO and spokesperson, Vox insisted on being the face everyone knew and saw, as well as the voice they all followed

You were a not-so-recent addition to his empire, and some cameras were sure to catch a frame or two of you as you waited on the side, smiling and waving to the crowd

You were only here because it made Vox happy and because you would rather be seen than not

VoxTek had some of the highest security, with mostly Vox himself watching over everything

You always wondered how he could keep track of so many tasks at once

But the screams of everyone sounded different, less like a thousand questions and more like terror, incomprehensible yells as someone broke through the crowd

They had a gun; it looked white and gold, you weren't sure if Vox hadn't noticed or didn't care

All you knew was that your body moved, and suddenly you were between the bullet and fov when it pierced right into your side

The space cleared of voices before one of the bodyguards tackled the man and wrestled the gun from his grip

While you stood there, clutching your abdomen, the lava-like pain burst through your abdomen

Before Vox could react, flashes began again, most of the crowd recognizing the occurrence or snapping photos of you stood there, still in shock from the shot

What did you expect from demons? They'd win a bonus if they caught the first image of you being shot

Before you can think much of it, Vox is running, carrying you, and applying pressure with his hand and yours over the bullet hole

Thank god the press release was in the Vees tower, he's laid you on a counter in the lobby, his jacket bunched up under your head and his claws tearing through your shirt to access the wound

There's no time for a hospital; besides, he knows everything, he can be the best doctor in the world in a second, and he's going to be if it means helping you

" Thank go- "

" Thank god what! I could take that shot! Shut up! "

You decide to listen because, well, you can barely speak through gritted teeth

He's calling Val to come down and bring any kind of anaesthetic.

He's able to fix you up more than enough, but just to be safe, he's called in his private doctor to come take a look at you

Once everything has calmed down and you're back upstairs with Vox, he's got a million different questions

Why? I mean, he could take a bullet with ease! hes moslty metal, everything can be replaced!

Even worse if you really thought it was an angel weapon, because that would have absolutely killed you!

" It's not like I had time to think, Vox. I just moved! "

He's frustrated that you'd ever be in harm's way, but it's hard for him to stay mad knowing you just wanted to protect him

Author's Note - I wasn't sure if I should go for an angst or romantic note on this one, but I felt a little humour coping was more like Vox so I went for romantic! Thank you for requesting 🖤

[babbymochiiii]

💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎Pairing: idol!Yuta x female!reader

↪︎Genre: comedy

↪︎Warning: suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: in which you’re on FaceTime with him, where you mention the speculations NCTzens have of him having a tongue piercing, and he confessed to you he does.

↪︎Word count: 560 words

divider credit @plutism 🖤

You were in your room laying on your bed while on FaceTime with Yuta once he finally got home from practice. Moments like these is where the two of you treasured the most considering how there isn’t always time and place for the two of you to be together in person.

“You know your fans are quite something.” You giggled as you remembered going onto Twitter today and seeing all of them freak out over the thought of Yuta having a tongue piercing.

“What has them freaking out this time?” Yuta asked with a smile on his face, as he knew you liked rambling about moments NCTzens have.

“The entire timeline was freaking out, because they believe you have a tongue piercing. One even had a close up of your mouth in the JCC video you were in.” You said as you shakes your head with a smile on your face. “Even if you did have one, you would’ve told me.”

“I do have one.” Yuta said bluntly.

“And if you did have one- wait. YOU HAVE WHAT?” You yelled out as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yup, I got one see.” Yuta said before sticking out his tongue to the camera.

Seeing the shiny piercing placed perfectly in the middle of his tongue made your head feel very full with thoughts that you truly didn’t think could go the way they did.

“Y-Yuta when the hell did you get it done? And how the fuck did I not realize?” You said as you looked at him with a forming blush on your face.

Yuta smirks seeing you blush. “Is my princess thinking about the new ways I can pleasure her with my tongue piercing?” He coos at you. His smiling growing wider as he saw how truly flustered you got, as he knew he just confirmed the thoughts in your head.

“No.” You groaned out as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to get this man out of your head, cause he always knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t lie to yourself princess. You know it’s true.” Yuta laughed as he started to admire you.

“I’m not lying…ugh! Yuta you’re making me flustered!” You moaned out as you dropped your phone onto your bed, as you pressed the heal of your palms into your eyes while trying to hold in your laugh so it doesn’t provoke Yuta into laughing.

A chuckle was heard from the phone. “Baby, I’m just taunting you. Besides you’ll see me soon.” He said gently but the darken look in his eyes scream differently.

“Dude ima block you,” you laughed as you knew Yuta was only just starting.

“Block me? You know better than that, princess.” Yuta laughed.

“I’m not! I’m just kidding!” You said as you took hold of your phone again.

“Mhmm.” Yuta hummed, as he gave you an amused smirk.

“So how was—“

“You want to feel my piercing on your clit don’t you?” Yuta’s blurt interrupted the rest of your question, just causing you to blank and stare down at your phone.

“NAKAMOTO!”

The sound of Yuta’s laughter hits your ears, just as an intense heat took over your face.

“I can’t stand you man.” You mumbled out as you covered your face trying to calm down the feeling of the heat.

“I love you more, princess.”

note: I have had this little drabble in my drafts for like…2 years? 💀 it’s been sitting and waiting for it’s time to shine 😚🤌🏼 but I hope you guys enjoyed the little work here! Thank you for reading! 🥰⭐️

— mochi 🤍

[gnawing-suspicion]

logically I know that lots of people who read my fic don’t comment and that ofc the ones who quietly drop kudos still count (bless!) but it still feels like I only write this stuff for the 10 or so beautifully dedicated freaks who scream in my inbox 🖤

…which is lovely because I gradually get to know all your kinks by what you yell about. and then I include them for you. as a treat

[sxarlet-2094]

The Other Woman…

Summary: Reader is finally ready to tell Dallas how she feels about him…until he gets home

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It was quiet. Strangely quiet for the Curtis Home. Usually, the gang would be screaming and yelling about who knows what, not today. Probably because only Darry, Sodapop, Reader, and Johnny were there. Wherever Johnny was, Dallas was usually close by. Not right now, which was odd. So no one knew where Dallas was. Reader and Sodapop were sitting on the couch together. They had been best friends ever since they met at the summer carnival 2 years ago. Darry was in the kitchen with Johnny, teaching him how to make something.

“Soda?” You say, quietly, almost as if to not draw any attention to yourself

“What’s up?” He replies, looking over at you with a smile

“I think I’m gonna tell Dallas I like him” you say, nervously fidgeting with your hands and fingers

He raises his eyebrows and his eyes slightly widen “Really..wow! I think that’s a good idea” Soda has always supported you in anything you do, from confessing your feelings to running away to doing some dangerous stunt just for kicks

“Okay,” you say as you take a deep breath. “Do you know where he is?” You say, peeking out the window behind you

“I think he’s at Bucks. Should be home soon” Soda says, glancing at the clock. It’s 10:35

You shrugged and decided you’d wait till he got to the Curtis Home to tell him. The gang always hung out at the Curtis house. Every day. There or in the lot.

An hour passed when you finally hear footsteps on the old, creaky porch of the house, signaling someone was home. You hear the doorknob turn and the doors hinges creak open. It’s Dallas

You watch as Dallas inches into the room, but he doesn’t close the door behind him. Almost as if someone else was there. There was.

You see Dallas walk in with an arm draped around a girls waist and her arms around his neck. It takes you a minute to realize who it is

Sylvia

Dallas’ ex girlfriend who cheated on him with 4 different guys.

“Hey” Dallas nonchalantly says, sitting next to you on the couch, Sylvia in his lap. You glance quickly over at Soda, to which he gives you a look that says ‘what the hell?’

You turn your gaze back to the couple beside you, who have started making out. Dallas was kissing down her neck.

What. The. Hell.

You couldn’t take it. You stood up, walked over to where your shoes were, put them on, and were about to leave

Dallas lifted his head from Sylvia’s neck “Where are you goin’?” He said, noticing you

“Home” you reply before walking out of the house

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OH MY GOSH GUYS

i had this thought today and I HAD to write it.

Lmk what you think!

I think I’m gonna make a part 2

Love ya!

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