#*sigh* because the worst that could happen is you can't do it.. but you wont know until you try

[delugguk]

Only Mine, Nobody Else's.

pair: jungkook x reader.

genre: stablished relationship, smut, fluff.

word count: 5.4K

warnings: unprotected sex.

summary: there's you, who finds little things like eating perilla leafs as normal. then there's him,who finds such topics as horrendous. for him, this type of convos shouldn't even exist. so who'll win this battle? it's better to find out, now.

a/n: hellooooo here's the alternative version of THIS. finally!! I wrote this the same day I published the first drabble but never got to finish it until now, so I hope you enjoy this hehe. I really love them ㅠㅠ but I'll shut up now and enjoy their cute dynamics 😩 I'm sorry I took toooooo long to post but my irl schedule is kinda ass :( LET ME KNOW YALL REACTIONS!! I do appreciate it 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

everything can happen during dinner but.. let me explain, okay?

when you start a topic.. normally, your smart and super interesting boyfriend rambles around until he can't stop his pretty mouth from moving - not that you complained though, you adore listening to him.

but as interesting as it could be, there was some nights were each topic jumped from fun conversations to.. sudden serious ones.

like tonight.

A new trend has seemed to flow around socials making everyone have these interesting conversations that.. you're not really sure if you vibe with them to be honest - but it is what it is as soon as seho, jungkook's best friend, brings this topic to the table.

and yep, you wanted to chop his balls right in that moment.

you could swear you were having a good time until that moment came. you and jungkook were oblivious to the matter for some reason so when you're having dinner with your friends, this sudden theme really got you out off guard because you just knew how jungkook was gonna get.

"so what is it about?" jungkook asked and now that you think about it, you wished he could just.. not pay attention but.. oh well.

"well, it's basically a question about.. you letting somebody else help your girlfriend separate her perilla leaf-"

"hell nah." jungkook cuts him out of his sentence.

damn.

"wait.." seho's chuckles, "you didn't even let me finish and you're already prohibiting that from happening." finding the situation funny.

you only ironically rolled your eyes with an ironic smile too.

"you make questions knowing well the way he is.." you say but it wasn't annoying.

"what's love if there's not a little spice to it?" he laughs. oh you hated him.

not really. but you know what I mean.

jungkook's just listening until he began to speak with a cocky grin. "do you really think I'll let y/n get feed by another man?" a small scoff of a laugh leaving his mouth, "yeah sure." as he brushes his hair back with both hands.

just laying back on his sofa, casually looking so fine. but this wasn't the time to think about that.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a man, you know? It's just any other friend." says yoongi.

"whatever, I don't care. I wont allow it."

you chuckle. "mm.. why not?" sounding more curious, but you really wanted to know why he is so against it. "I don't see nothing wrong about sharing food?"

"not this way??"

"exactly?" seho's following just after jungkook.

"you, shut up." you point at seho. - now looking back at jungkook, "what do you mean 'this way'?"

"mm.. babe, this isn't just something you can share, you know?"

"but.. why not?"

both him and seho sigh. but just before they could talk, luckily, the theme dies as soon as yoongi successfully changes the topic to some stupid funny video he saw these days.

the fact that seho knows about jungkook's possessive/jealous behaviours makes this worst. they're like best friends, for god's sake.

after that little moment, not even a single wrinkle of happiness painted on your boyfriend's face but a slight eyebrow furrowing instead and it's just that his reaction to the matter was... priceless.

jungkook had so much to say but so little to think.. completely blinded by the thought of someone feeding his girl, this obviously wasn't going to end here.

..and you both knew it.

when you arrive to your apartment, jungkook didn't wasted any time to continue your conversation and it's just that.. he was so predictable sometimes, or maybe you knew him too well.

"what did you meant about that?" his voice sounds genuinely curious when he closes the door behind you.

"about.. what?" taking off your jacket as you respond, he smacks his lips in annoyance.

"you know what I'm talking aboutㅡ bam, hi" voice suddenly changing into a whisper-y cute tone when he kneels down to kiss his son.

"..hm?" and as he gets up, he takes your hand leading into the living room.

he seats first. tattooed hand giving little soft but strong palms at the other side of the sofa when he motions you to seat beside him.

when you cross your legs, you give yourself just the perfect enough space between him and you just so you don’t get any other contact with his dangerous body 'cause right now this wasn't your sweet, sweet boyfriend at his best. - not that he’ll do something bad to you, but because you were very weak when it came to having him close..

"are we.. really having this conversation?”

blinking many times as if it wasn't obvious, "uh.. yeah??" he answers.

you sigh. "okay." pausing, "shoot."

"do you really not care?"

"about what? food?"

he glances at you.

you exhale. "It's not that I don't care. It's more of me.. thinking it's not that serious."

his mouth drops into a little gasp. "how isn't it that serious? my friend could easily be feeding you.. you."

"so?"

"so???" he feels so offended. "are you really-"

"no, okay, wait. I do care about that. I dont agree about them feeding me. I don't like that either.. what the hell." you confirm because you realize. "what I'm trying to say is, they won't be feeding me."

"how?"

"because they will just help me separate the leafs, silly. they don't necessarily have to give them in my mouth?"

"but most people do. unconsciously."

"you do?"

"yes. and I think you can tell. I always do it with you."

"but that's because we're dating.."

"it's because I like you. romantically, silly." he flicks your head, making you blink.

"of course, so that makes sense!" you say. "I don't think a random friend will-- wait, friends can also do it if they like you.. as a friend?"

"uh-uh” he nods his head. “that doesn't exist when it comes to this food."

"what's so different about this?"

"you really don't know, huh?"

nodding your head, you shrink your shoulders as you keep silent for a few seconds and he crosses both his arms looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“what?” you playfully exclaimed as you’re also confused but jungkook just pushes his hair back once again, taking a big breather followed with an exhale. “babe," you continue, hands cupping his face. “tell me.” as your face gets closer, eyes trying to read his.

"they could touch your lips with the tip of his fingers." he says. big pupils staring at your lips when he’s soon piercing your gaze.

you do notice. butterflies in your stomach, god.

“no, they won't."

"yes they will and I can't let that happen."

you sigh. "babe, is not that big of a deal. you act as if that will make me fall in love with them.” then you pause to say, "which, it would never happen, by the way."

"but you could."

"no, I won't." you affirm.

"yes? you would." but he keeps being stubborn..

"no? I wouldn't?"

you both pause staring at each other and you roll your eyes.

"I still stand with what I said during dinner though." leaning back on his seat, you’re not longer cupping his face.

"honey, me helping your friend or my friend isn't going to change anything."

"you never know.."

"I think you should stop watching too many dramas. their messing with your little head." you playfully say while softly pulling one of his hair strings.

but he rolls his eyes. "how can you say that?" starting his funny drama. "those things definitely doesn't affect the way I think.." he pauses. "but If that was the case, then they'll be totally right because If it happens in dramas it could happen in real life."

"You're delusional.."

"No I'm not?"

"..and you want me to take you seriously?”

“babe.” jungkook warns, voice sharp.

“okay, okay..” you side smile. “I get it.”

“can you listen to me?”

"always."

"you can't.. you can't still do it for him or anybody that isn't me." he’s serious but his voice is so endearing..

taking a deep breath, you rest one hand against your cheek when you look directly into his eyes. "why though?"

"because I say so."

"mm… that still don’t help."

"yeah, it does."

"you can't just give me that answer as your reason why?"

"just did."

you lightly punch his shoulder. "jungkook!"

he laughs.

“you’re being childish right now.” you fake cry.

"okay, okay.." breathing, he goes back to being serious. "either way you still can't help."

rolling your eyes for the 281 time, you annoyingly respond with, "are you going to keep saying that?" pausing. "like is this about you thinking that's how I'll end up falling in love with somebody else? or… what?”

"mm.. yeah?" he's sarcastic. "Isn't it obvious?"

"how is it obvious?" you frown your eyebrows.

"because he'll give you one perilla leaf and you know how.. when somebody can't separate them, sometimes there's have to be another person to help, right?" he breathes as you nod. "well.. that person is, of course, you!" he argues, "and that could make you end up holding hands with him!”

"I- what?" he's unbelievable.

“as soon as I blink!" he continues - pointing at his eyes. "he has already taking you away from me!"

your reaction is.. well, you don’t even know how to react as he says all of this. only thing that could leave your mouth was, "jungkook.. you can't be serious now.."

"well I am?" he’s all pouty and annoying but you needed to make him understand your point of view and that’s all you think when his hands are lightly hitting his own thighs in frustration.

"well, that's ridiculous." now you’re the one leaning back into your side of the sofa.

"It is not?!"

"It is, and it doesn't even makes sense. I won't hold somebody's hand just because they helped me?" you blink several times as something that’s so obvious.

"but- how can you say that? this does makes sense and it can totally happen!"

then pausing, you decide to tease him instead even though you’re still serious. “are you, perhaps.. talking by experience? ..and that's why you're saying this to me?"

"no!” hands brushing his own face in frustration. "that's not why I'm saying this."

"then why you get so mad about it? It doesn't make sense to me. explain how it works because I do not understand and believe me when I say I'm having a hard time trying to." giving up, you give him a good opportunity to make you understand his point of view in full detail but that’s only if he want it though. you weren’t going to force him to do anything.

he was clear of it.

as soon as you said that, jungkook takes a short time of silence to think. rubbing his chin, rubbing his face.. you can clearly see he's really making up his mind for the way he keeps zooming out into his complex mind.

that could be pretty sometimes.

"let’s say.." he quickly nibbles his lip ring as his dimples slightly pronounce more and that's when you confirm for the second time that he wants to make this right. "..you have a friend, a girl friend.” you nod as he speaks. “and she needs help to separate all of her perilla leafs.."

"Aha.." you slowly nod your head.

"would you like it if I help? It'll take a lot of time.." his eyes feel so heavy looking at yours like he really wants you to say what he think is the right answer..

"..yes?"

but your answer is still very.. unbothered and that makes jungkook open his mouth with both hands on his head in a dramatic manner.

"yes???" he’s back to being exalted. “that’s really your answer?” he chuckles but it’s not even a friendly one. more of a sarcastic one.

“I mean.. what do you want me to say?! I just think it’s normal?”

“n-normal?” and there’s that sarcastic grin all over again. “why.”

"because.. it's just food?"

he covers his face in disbelief. "but I'm the one giving it to them.." he pauses. "Isn't it like if I was deeply caring for them? that's why it's wrong! It can look bad."

"not for me.." you look around.

he sighs for the 10th time smacking his lips as he reveals, "babe, you can't help others with perilla leafs because it'll look like you have second intentions with them."

"who said that?" now you're the one rolling your eyes.

jungkook sighs, rubbing his eyes. "it’s something to flirt about.”

“flirt?”

“yeah." he leans his body a little closer to yours, staring at your eyes almost intensely. you felt tension. not a bad one necessarily.

"have you done that?" genuine question.

"no!" he whines with the same pout on his lips. "why do you keep asking me this?”

“genuinely curious.. and you’re saying a lot of things.” you say.

he rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of people that do it..”

“how?”

"well.." he takes one of your hands to caress it while he speaks, "you know how hard they are to separate, right?"

"yeah..?"

"you normally will have to lean closer to that person in order to do so." he pauses. eyes piercing at yours when his voice goes two tones down. "people like closeness."

you nervously clear your throat. "ah.. yeah," immediately changing the direction this was taking— "so.. imagine we're eating on a cute restaurant-“ you fix your posture and jungkook only grins to himself. he has made you feel nervous.

he liked that.

“…with a friend, it doesn't matter if it's a woman or man” he nods, paying attention to your words. “and I can't help like you said.."

“aha..?”

“if I’m minding my business in that situation but my friend needs help, does that mean you’ll be the one helping them?”

"of course not." tone? annoyed and very serious.

"why not?"

"because I don't care if it's a woman or man, I shouldn't be helping anybody that isn't you. MY girlfriend."

that kinda made your stomach flip, let's not lie here.

"but then who'll help them eat?"

"nobody."

"jungkook!" you call him out.

but all he does is shrink his broad shoulders. “what? It's easy! nobody helps them! don't they have arms of their own?" he annoyingly responds.

"but that's so ass. it's not like you're giving them food directly into their mouth?!"

"..and? I still don't care! If I say you shouldn't then you shouldn't."

you raise your eyebrows. “okay boss?”

jungkook exhales, “I'm not saying that. but.. it’s just what's obvious? I can't help either and we're dating."

"..and you're possesive."

"I'm not possessive.

"yes, you are."

"okay, maybe a little but I'm not most of the time."

and that makes you laugh for sure. “see how you shamelessly lie to yourself, gosh.”

now he’s the one raising his eyebrows. “lie? do you want to know what’s a real lie?” he questions.

“yes.” you sarcastically smile.

“the fact that I don’t want to fuck for your stupid answers and the way that I hate how my solution to this has to be to fuck you silly.” then he whispers to himself, “fuck.” really wanting that to happen.

you were frozen, didn’t expected him to say all that. he’s surely crazy too because why did he had to say it while having that nasty smile on his face? why.

“then why don’t you act on it?” you tease back.

“because that’s a “lie”. he smirks, “told you I’ll say a real lie.”

“I hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” he smiles but then, goes back to the main theme. “listen to me, doing that.. I just think it’s thoughtful. like you’re clearly showing you deeply care for that person, you know?” then he pouts, “from my point of view.. we should be the only ones helping each other.. nobody else.”

you sigh. “okay.. I see what you mean. but I still think it depends on how you perceive it though.”

“fine, now you’re the one who needs to explain.” he said that with a slightly annoyed tone that made you chuckle.

“I think you keep seeing it as something romantic and that’s why you can’t accept it.”

“..and you think it’s not?”

“if I considered that to be romantic you think I’ll be reacting this way?”

“…no..”

“there’s your answer.” you smile.

"just.." he exhales. "take care of me and me only, yeah?" plastering his forehead against yours, his palms holds your cheeks ever so delicately when he says, "I will not feel comfortable if you take care of others in that manner when you have me. specially me. your boyfriend." voice so soft while pointing at himself and god, does he was really cute sometimes. "…would you like it if I took care of your friends?"

and at that question you take your time to think.

"I think it depends on the person too, jungkook.."

"why?" he responds as he is genuily curious.

"because.. Imagine if the friend we’re eating with needs help with their perilla but let’s say I’ve eaten that many times with them and everything was always fine,” jungkook nods his head as he carefully listens. “..so in this case, since they’re my friend I know them the most right?”

"yeah."

“but they’re asking for help, your help, when I know they could handle themselves just right..”

“I see where this is going..” there’s a little building smile on jungkooks lips.

“me seeing them acting dumb just so you could help them— of course that’ll make me definitely jealous.”

"you see?!" he suddenly raises his voice in excitement. "that's what I'm saying!" smiling brightly at you.

"but I'll be more mad because of you not noticing this person second intentions!" you defend yourself. "and because my friend must know I'm obviously dating you!"

"but see? you'll still get jealous, and this just meansㅡperilla leafs could lean into romance! you basically said it yourself! It's a way of flirting.." he says, looking very triumphant.

and at his reaction, you just roll your eyes smiling through it because you can't help it at this point.

"yeah..whatever!" you rapidly correct yourself in which he laughs. "all I'm saying is.. that I could only get jealous in circumstances like these because then I'll know this friend is obviously shamelessly flirting with you."

"but I wouldn't be falling in love with them." he says.

then suddenly, being caught off guard, you blink. “meaning… that you’ll help?”

"nope, I still wouldn't." he warmly says. "since I can't be comfortable with you doing it, I have to keep on my word. I can't do things that I wouldn't like someone do to me." then he adds, "and I would not fall in love with them, because I love you." he finishes saying when he plays with your fingers and his eyes tenderly lingers at yours.

"but.. you never know." voice small, you shyly say.

"no, I'm clear of it." affirming with a confident side smile. "I only have eyes for you, love." he says, gently grabbing one of your hands to leave a lingering kiss on top of it when your eyes can’t stop looking at his sweet actions. you do adored him so much..

"shit, I can't even look at other girls if it isn't you. I love you too damn much." he then chuckles when your laugh merges with his.

lovey dovey eyes staring at his.. “I love you too..”

with a smile on your lips, he mirrors your face too.

that night you both ended up fall sleep hugging each other on his big sofa. you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable than this.

the other night though..

“should I fuck you? nah… I don’t think you deserve it.”

you must’ve seen this coming. eager times always results into this. mostly when a jealous jungkook was very much present. you couldn’t believe how you were so easily lured into his words but the more you get to know and see the new sides of your boyfriend, the more you fell in love and the more you get turned on by him.

you couldn’t resist him in situations like these and it’s just that a jealous jungkook wasn’t just something you got to see everyday. he is normally pretty chill, but whenever he wasn’t.. oh boy.

…you whine with that. "Jungkook.."

"Jungkook, what? now you wanna beg?" a smug grin paints his lips.

you whine as you try to squeeze your legs.

"mm-uh." he opens your legs once again. "don't even dare to take this view away from me."

"but I'm so wet.."

"I know baby. but I can't fuck you if you keep playing around when I'm so serious." he pauses and gives you a hungry daring stare. "dead serious."

"I won't let anyone else fuck me if it isn't you."

"are you sure about that?"

"one hundred percent."

"No lies?"

"No lies."

and he smiles when a finger slides through your clit up and down teasing on it. "torturing you is like torturing me.." he sighs. "fucking wet." licking his lips. "want to eat you again."

"no," you fake cry still feeling his now, moist fingers. "fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

"is that so?"

"eunggg"

“you will have to keep waiting then.” he smirks before going down on you all over again.

"fuck, I love eating your pussy so much. always so wet and greedy for me." his voice’s raspy when he spits on it, just adding more into your dripping pussy. "I love making a mess out of you." he groans.

his tongue rapidly moves up and down as he adds a certain weight on it that makes you want to scream your lungs out. - making out with your clit, one finger slides caressing your folds very teasingly.

"jungkook.." you cry.

"what, baby?" he lowly breathes, eating your cunt still. just this time looking up at you.

when you look down the sight is just so fucking hot. your hands hold onto his hair as he gives you those puppy but very dominant eyes. he loves teasing you like this. he knows how much you love when he treats you like this.

"babe.." your hips thrust into his mouth. as you expose your neck to him.

jungkook leaves a slow kiss into your clit very sensually. "fuck.." he sighs as your arousal mixed with his saliva, dripped down your ass. your pussy pulsating and clenching like crazy. "what do you want?" voice raspy.

"fucking make me cum, babe. please" you whine, trying to touch your clit with your fingers the moment jungkook stopped eating you. - he takes his hands off you.

"not yet baby.. can't let you cum just yet." he sensually and very much needy bites his lower lip. piercing just shining. him very full of desire, just wanted to slide his hard dick along your wet folds. he wanting to feel you coating his length. make a mess out of you, make you beg for him to get fucked - to want him to destroy you. he wanted you to be left thinking about him only, to let you know how you were his and his only even though he was pretty sure he couldn't claim a person, neither you. but he still very much wanted to. he wanted you to scream you were his and his only. he wanted to have you whole. he also wanted to punish you for ever thinking about having help for someone else but him. is not like nobody could help you but why would you ask or need another person's help when he was right there? it made no fucking sense.

he could be seems as calm and collected from outside but his want and need into wanting to ruin you, begging for him until his name could be marked onto your skin were just fucking growing so much. he wished he could just have you like this forever.

"you make me fucking crazy. I shouldn't even be treating you like this. I should let your fucking pussy scream for me. be left untouched until it's begging for me to be touched." he murmurs, palming himself with one hand as his other one rest on your thight and his legs keep yours spread out enough to feel every blow of breeze as he constantly slaps his dick on your clit from time to time and the sticky sounds going in and out of his head made him want to devour you and swallow you whole. he felt feral, his point of possessiveness getting the best of him but fuck, you deserved this. he needed to show you to fucking behave and not say that stupid shit in front of him -or anyone- ever again. It shouldn't even be a topic of conversation at this point. It should be obvious too.

so that's why he's sliding his thick length along your slit and juices, hissing and cursing to himself a lot - closing his eyes every now and then because his desire into fucking your sopping pussy was getting into him.

"I fucking want you all to myselfㅡfuck." he moans. "I can't let nobody else see you like this." he then exhales, tilting his head back while closing his eyes. "only me.. fuck."

"I want to fuck you so bad but you don't deserve it." he tortures himself.

you cry and move your hips along him for more friction and it's so sticky between both your genitals, you feel so horny for him.

"why do you do this to me.." his lidded eyes gazes at you. "..hm?" he slaps one of your thighs. "you want me to fuck you stupid?" he takes both your legs, placing them at the side of his shoulders. "Is that what you want?" he pants, voice heavy and gone while he continues teasing his tip between your folds. "fffuck.. tell me - baby.. do you want me to fuck you so bad?"

"nngn yes.." you cry, feeling very hot and needy for him. your hips keep moving with tip and the feeling was so hot.. you were so wet it was an absolute mess down there. "babyㅡfuck. fuck me please.. fuck me." you beg.

"tell me how bad you want me to." he watches as his dick masturbates along your legs. he starts slow, later on hard when he's already starting moving his dick back and forth, pressing a bit hard on your pussy between your folds. "should I let you have it?" he scoff clicking his lips and a grin playing along. his legs also getting sticky with your arousal. "I don't think so.." he teases.

"baby please.." you arch your back, body distorting, nipples very much erect, your own hand squeezed your boob. shit, you wanted him so fucking bad. "I won'tㅡah. I won't do that again." you look at him with pleading doe eyes.

"do what?" he dares. eyes cloudy as he glances at his tip rubbing against your needy pulsating clitoris.

"ask stupid questions like that ever again." you moan as you try to open your legs but he keeps them close to his neck, adding more pressure to his dick. breathing hard.

"stupid, huh?" he rasps, chuckling a little about it. lidded eyes piercing at you. his tip moving a little more sensual and faster along your clitoris. He gives small slaps to it while he slides his tip.

It feels so good.

"mhmh-" you feel like crying, the pleasure only rising.

his cocky laugh resonating through your whole body.

"wish you’ve said that earlier.." he whispers. "because then I wouldn't be fucking losing my mind right now." pausing. "you're mine okay?" he says while introducing himself into your needy hole.

the moment he introduces himself, you’re squeezing him so hard he can barely fully put his dick in. "fuckㅡbaby, relax." jungkook opens his mouth into a gasp. "do you want me to cum now?" breathing heavier.

“nno.. but you feel so goood.” you swallow your words when you feel the leaks of your pussy. jungkook is the only person that has ever made you feel this horny.

“fuck.. baby.. how am I so lucky?” he said that one last thing more to himself than you.

after not taking it anymore he makes you ride him instead. “jump on me.” and you do. “fuck yeah, nice and hard baby.. so good..” as he holds your waist with his big hands.

eyes looking up and down your body it was as if he was admiring you. the woman he has in front of him. the perfect sculpture ever made, the hottest girl he has ever crossed his heart and eyes into. it was getting a lot so his natural reaction was to delicately examine each part of your body like how his hands fit so perfectly into your waist, they way your vagina swallowed him just right.. how wet you always were for him.. just the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wants you makes him crazy. the way you close your eyes with each jump or bite your lips giving him that pretty nasty look with a side fucked out smile he loves so much.. you were so sensual, he absolutely loved that.

“I love you so much.” he says before leaning your body against his just so he could start fucking you back and that made you scream.

“agh! mmfuck”

he was going sort of fast and deep just how you like it. the way you could feel his breathing against your neck made your nipples get harder but also because of the little rubs in had with his chest. you tried putting your boobs on his face which was a success so jungkook started to lick them or tried to because he was fucking you so fast now it was getting messy.

“I want to cum.” you say as you’re getting close.

“don’t cum like this.” he answers when he’s already flipping you stomach down, ass up. “let me see that pussy swallow my cum.” when he slaps your ass making you arch your back.

“fuck.”

you closed your legs and leaning your chest into the bed. this position making you hold your boyfriends dick a bit tighter.

he exhales with a ‘ho’ sound when he slaps your ass once again. “you just get better, hm baby?”

damn it he sounds so fucked out.

you felt so full you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna cum!”

“fucking do it, I can’t wait neither.”

as soon as you do he starts fucking you with paused but hard and deep thrusts. your legs were shaking, it’s like he knows exactly how to get you over it. when he cums inside you, the sight of it was what made him more crazy.

“swallowing my cum just right, huh? fuck..” he squishes your ass to the point it leaves a red stain. “how you’re still so deliciously tight….”

and without noticing, you were horny once again..

if you were going to tell everything that happened that night.. you’re sure you wouldn’t handle to finish with just a few paragraphs but you could guarantee that everything that happened was worth enough to let anybody with more than their mouth open..

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Angel Devil x Reader

aliusworld's songfic event- inspo: MANNEQUIN album (Deco*27)

[Description: "Hey, if you love me, please notice, let me dream— Why can't you understand? I hate you!", "I loved the bad parts too, everything was fine.", & "I was stupid to believe I was all you need."] 

What’s to come: You and the Angel Devil are in quite the parasitic relationship, literally. Like physically.

[1989 words]

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You lay in bed next to Angel, he hasn't moved an inch since coming back to your place. You suppose that he's just tired, but the two of you haven't had a single good interaction together in what felt like weeks. You wanted to cry out and say something... but at the same time, you didn't want to break the silence the two of you were in.

You shouldn't always have to be the person who starts the conversation, but at the same time you knew nothing would happen if you didn't make the first move. Angel meant everything to you and you wanted a real relationship with him, but right now it feels like you were mothering him. Mothering or smothering him, you couldn't tell if he cared or not.

You take a deep breath in before you start talking, "Are you okay, Angel?"

No response.

"Angel?" You turn over, looking down on him, "Why aren't you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?" His eyes turn towards you before getting up.

"No, you didn't do anything." He sighed out, pulling a pillow over his head, "Now leave me alone."

"Well you can't keep ignoring me! We live together for fucks sake!" You whine, letting a curse word slip your mouth, "If you hate me so much you can leave! I let you live here for absolutely nothing, the least you can do is humor me every now and again. Is that really too much to ask for?"

"I live here because we're partners and Makima is forcing me to." Angel groans out, flipping around, stomach first on the bed. The pillow over his head now under his face.

"I just don't understand why you wont talk to me... I'm sorry, I know you're an introvert but you could at least-"

"Yada yada... whatever, I don't have empathy. I'm a devil, not a human. I thought you would've understood this by now."

"Well I guess it's my fault for thinking you cared about me!"

"Yeah, it kind of is!"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm quite literally doing nothing. Humans and their emotions... how annoying." He complained under his breath, sitting up to face you, "But whatever. It's fine. I've lived long enough, and it sounds like you have a lot of pent up emotion. So go ahead I guess."

"Ugh! If you really insist." You ball your hand into a fist and put it in your lap, "I feed you, I wash your clothes, I pay the rent, you sleep in my bed, you leave crumbs everywhere, and you use up all the hot water!"

"Is that it? I kind of expected more."

''And the worst part is... is that I love you. I think you're the prettiest person- thing that I've ever seen! And I want you to know that. That if you don't like me back, just tell me so I don't just wander into a big dark hole of nothingness! But you don't do anything, you do nothing!! I hate you!'' but you didn't actually say that out loud. "Yeah. That's it. If I said anything else I might have to kill you!"

"So now you're really treating me like a devil, huh?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it! Well maybe you don't..? It was more of a sarcastic comment, I guess." You sigh out, rubbing the crook of your eyes with your left hand.

"Well... if that's all you needed to let out, then I think that..." Angel didn't finish his sentence before he fell over sideways, eyes growing duller than they usually were.

"A-Angel??! Are you alright?" You gasp out, sweating as you lunge over to see what happened.

Earlier during the day, you and Angel had an encounter with a large devil. You couldn't quite recall the same of it since the paperwork wasn't something you had to deal with, but what you did remember was the damage it caused. It landed devastating blows to everyone that was sent out in the mission, including you and Angel. However, you remember specifically not seeing Angel during your check up at the hospital.

Could it be that he was injured and never got any healing done?

"I guess it was strange that your face was paler than usual.." You bite your lip as you shift your body to take a good full look at him. "I'm really sorry for this." You unbutton the cardigan and lift up the plain white shirt he was wearing underneath he was wearing to reveal a bloody, bandaged torso. You gasp at what you saw beneath you. "Shit, you're bleeding all over the place! And you thought you could get away with it? Are you fucking kidding me?? Over my newly washed bed sheets, c'mon man!" You sigh as you pull the bedsheets away from him.

"Stay here, don't move. Not like you can anyway..." You mumble the last bit to yourself as you get up to grab the spare medkit you had laying around somewhere in your apartment. Finding it inside one of the cupboards above your stove, you quickly lay down the materials next to his body. "Okay, this is going to burn. Bare with me now..."

You wince for Angel as you dab his wounds with an alcohol infused cotton ball. You watched as his body twitched from the pain. You repeatedly apologize under your breath as you continue to clean his wounds, wiping away the blood in the process. No matter what you did, however, the blood just wouldn't stop spilling out of his body. As a devil hunter, you've grown used to the site of blood, but this time, the blood that came out of the Angel Devil made you feel nauseous.

That's when it hit you.

Devil.

Angel's a devil! You had this conversation with him only a few minutes ago, how could you have forgotten? Grabbing one of the sharp objects from the medical supplies you spread out across the bed, you hesitantly sliced the palm of your hand and brought it towards Angel's mouth. The metal scent of your blood carried through the air, and as it got closer, Angel's lips began to spread apart. You watch as your blood slowly drips down from your hand into Angel's mouth.

After he ingests your blood, his once dull eyes become slightly more colorful. Still, his body didn't move an inch. He continues to feed from your blood as you stare at his stomach, watching the skin around the gash magically patch itself back together. Once you couldn't see a single bruise, you pull your hand back to you.

"Wait" Angel says weakly, his hand desperately trying to reach you, "I still need more."

"What do you mean 'more'? You aren't bleeding anymore." You question, your non-bloodied hand rummaging through the sheets to find the bandages you misplaced.

"Just because I'm not bleeding externally doesn't mean that I'm not still bleeding internally. I still need more... my insides feel like they're going to burst." Angel fakes a cry, his hand reaching your clothed arm. You flinch at his touch before simmering down, you didn't want to lose your lifespan after all.

"I- I guess that's a good point." You agree, pulling out your hand above his mouth again, using your other to squeeze out more of your blood into his mouth.

Angel nonchalantly sticks out his tongue, yearning for when he could taste your blood would land on his taste buds. You don't think you've ever seen him enjoy something so much besides maybe ice cream. He closed his eyes in bliss and you swear you saw his mouth twitch into a smile for a split second.

You stayed there for a few more minutes until Angel said he had enough.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay now." You say as Angel gets up from his comfortable position, "But you shouldn't ever try to hide something like that again! It really scared me when you fell over and died for a second! And also I guess I'm sorry for shouting at you while you were down."

"It's fine." Angel murmurs, rubbing his eyes, "Whenever I'm hurt, I'll come to you."

"Ahaha..." You laugh softly, watching as Angel leaves the room to, "Wait- what??"

After that day, Angel has been a lot closer to you. In fact, he hasn't left your side while on patrol, ever. And when the two of you are in battle, he always does his best to protect you. When the two of you are apart from each other, it's usually him in the face of danger. Which is incredibly strange because he would have never done that before. Maybe he's finally grown to like you.

Just like he said, whenever he's hurt, he would directly contact you. Never to the hospital like you. Always begging for another taste of your blood, it became almost a daily habit. Not to mention, he's picky. He's picky with your blood..? He wants it straight from the source, every time you tried to bottle it he would whine and complain about you 'contaminating' it.

Now your arms, and legs, are covered in scars from many different blades. Which you have grown insecure about, but Angel kept assuring you no one would care. As you grew more and more insecure, Angel got a lot more confident towards you. Even going as far as to try and gnaw on your skin every so often. Which you quickly pull away from before you lose any more years of your life.

Lately, you have been feeling light headed. Probably due to the fact that Angel's been taking your blood every day for the past month and a half. You don't seem to ever want to get out of bed, and you feel like all you've been doing is rotting away. You've used up all your vacation days with Public Safety, but you still didn't budge.

Sooner or later you'd be terminated, but your body still wouldn't move. Angel came to visit you everyday until one day he stopped showing up. And without him, you felt like you had nothing to live for. So deeper down into your depression you went. You assumed that you had gotten terminated and that Makima set him up with a new partner.

Days would pass before all the cuts on your body had fully healed, and days had gone by before you weren't sore anymore. You had to get out of bed now. You hadn't paid your rent in months, you'd definitely be evicted soon, and without a home you'd be nothing.

You put on the cleanest thing you could find and went outside. Has the sun gotten brighter?

On your stroll to the supermarket, you had an unfamiliar encounter with another devil. You hadn't seen one in such a long time, you honestly forgot what to do in the heat of the moment. Millions of thoughts ran in your head: you had no weapon, maybe you could use the purse you were using? The contracts you had... you hadn't used them in a long time, and you didn't have much to give anymore...

Before you could make a viable move, a large part of a building was swung your way. You covered your head, but you didn't feel anything. You looked above you to see your protector... an angel.

"Ouch..." He winced, the large greatsword he was placed creating a wedge between you and the large debris. He held out a gloved hand with a blank expression on his face. "Aki is going to take care of everything. And you owe me."

You smile as you take his hand. Running out from the fight zone, you hand intertwined with his, you felt happy for the first time in a while.

"So- ah, what do you want from me as repayment?"

"Your blood."

"...again?"

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A/n: haven’t been very active I’m sorry! I’m still trying to finish teh MANNEQUIN event before anything else sobs.. trying my very best!

I'm really quite sorry for being so innactive. I've been working on this other fic that's really long, like something that isn't a oneshot so.... yeah LOL i don't think that this fic is anything good. but its better than my other idea for this which was like really gruesome. basically reader is keeping angel trappped in their home and like feeding him their blood, its a little fucked up and i didn't really want to write it LOL but the idea was!!! a thing ! please let me know if you liked it or not,, requests are still open even though i'm on a hiatus technically

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[simpforsupersoldiers]

All in a days work

First off, this is my first time posting one of my fan fictions, so it wont be the best- but I will try my best to make a good story for y'all (as well as my self lol). I hope you enjoy!

PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK ON HOW I COULD MAKE THIS BETTER!

Bucky has a rough day at work, getting injured in the process. When he gets home you take care of him.

Bucky x Reader (Gender is not specified!)

TW: Blood, cleaning of wounds, fluffy fluff, use pet names (baby, sweetheart, love, and doll)

You start at the noise of your front door closing, and quickly get out from under the warm cocoon of your covers and slip out of bed, tip toeing to your door and peaking through the doorway. You sigh with relief. It's just Bucky.

Bucky catches sight of you and gives you a slightly melancholy smile. "Hey doll." He says slowly pulling off his jacket, wincing slightly.

You rush over and grab his jacket for him, slowly inching it down his arms. "Are you ok?" You ask seeing the blood that has soaked through his shirt.

"Yea I'm-" He stops, wincing as you pull up the bottom of his shirt to inspect his abdomen, which now has a gash around the length of your hand. "I will be fine, I can get it. Go back to bed doll. It will heal by morning."

"Shut up and let me help you." You say pulling his shirt over his head and pulling up a chair for him to sit on.

He chuckles slightly at your bossiness but sits down letting you fix him up. "You are the worst."

"Oh but I am the best. You I know you love me." you say pulling away from his wound to kiss the tip of his nose and grab a first-aid kit inside a drawer besides you. You unscrew the lid of a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour a little bit on his wound, making him wince slightly. "I'm sorry baby." You say dabbing at his wound with a cotton pad.

"It's ok sweetheart. I am exhausted, lets just wrap the wound and go to bed. I am a Super Soldier... This will be gone by the time we wake up." He says yawning.

You wrap his wound and step back to inspect him some more, making sure he doesn't have more injuries. "You need to stop getting hurt so much James." You say, seriousness coming through your somewhat joking tone as you pack up the first-aid kit and set it back on the counter. "I know that it's what happens with your line of work but- you know it worries me. Just because you are a Super Soldier doesn't mean that something bad can't happen..."

"I know, I'm sorry." He says standing up and wrapping his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." You say turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him into a long soft kiss. When you pull away and look into his beautifully steel blue eyes you can tell how tired he is. "Let's go to bed, I'll make you a big breakfast in the morning."

He smiles softly and intertwines his fingers in yours, dragging you behind him to your bedroom. You get in bed and pull up the blankets to your chin as he changes into his pajamas, which are really just boxers and grey sweatpants. He climbs into bed and pulls you close to him, kissing your forehead and sighing contently. You lay your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat and feeling his chest go up and down slowly. He runs his metal fingers through your hair gently as you begin to drift off to sleep.

"I don't know what I would do without you Doll. I love you so much." he says as he kisses your forehead, his stubble tickling your forehead as he talks.

"I love you too baby. I don't know what I would do without you either." you say as you fall asleep.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

[dear-mortality]

the shepherd prince

chapter five: feelings

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ether sat there on the bed with enfys still on that chair glaring at the turned arm. ether was beginning to feel uneasy by it.

"can you please stop staring....." said ether in a sad tone

"OH UH SORRY! i really didn't mean to...i... I'll go for now. I'll be back later ok?" said enfys as she stood up and got to the door frame

ether nodded and enfys left immediately after. bun made a deep sigh before getting up and undressing from his clothes covered in blood. he didn't feel like putting another shirt on so he put on the biggest pair of pants he could find but they were kind of tight. they stared at their wolf arm and thought maybe they should make use of it. he used the claws on to tear open the ends of the pants from the sides and the pants felt better but she did not. she went outside and decided she'll do more with the arm.

there were alot of seeds she had kept around because she couldn't get to planting them, she decided she'll plant them now.

she brought the seed bags and used her hands to dig into the ground. it worked quite well. she kept going and was almost done with one bag before hearing something stepping behind them. she swung her arm quickly thinking its another threat only for her to find enfys quickly ducking. the swing made a wave of wind that cut the blades of grass it met.

"WOAH HOLD IT BIG ONE I DIDN'T MEAN TO SNEAK UP ON YOU!" said enfys who was very grateful that she had seen that coming with a nervous smile on her face

but ether saw her on the ground and remembered the scout. he averted his gaze and went back to planting quietly.

enfys got worried. "hey im sorry i really didn't mean to-"

"why are you here?" said ether in a stern voice

enfys raised his eyebrows knowing what that tone means. ether is mad.

"i was just checking on you-"

"no. you've done enough of that. you've been checking on me every day for the past years. i know now that it was you from your shoes. so tell me really why you're suddenly trying to be supportive as I'm going through this." ether kept planting as the speed got faster and his thought bubble showed what he thinks enfys face looked like behind him. it was accurate. enfys looked nervous and couldn't find the right words.

"its just..... I don't know..... I've been there watching you grow and help your sheep in the best way you can and i guess im just trying to make up for not confronting you about this whole situation earlier."

"are you sorry that you haven't told me about this whole thing? you're sorry you didn't tell me I've been killing my own people for years? that I've been feeding off of them and persuading my own shadow to no avail? or are you sorry that you let me battle all those disasters alone." ether stood up and looked at enfys "i can live with the guilt of it all somehow but I can't take being lied to."

"ether what are you saying-"

"im saying that I'm pretty sure you and your mom implemented all kinds of things in me so that i can keep the sheep cared for while i live in blissful ignorance." ether interrupted, as he watched enfys face change to show guilt.

".....i wont deny that we got all sorts of knowledge into your head and altered a few things to keep you docile and happy with your life but it was for your own good! had you left this place you would have been hunted! we had to make sure you stay right where you are so that we may attempt at fixing everything. it was just one slip up on our side that made you realize your curse-"

"SLIP UP?!" ether yelled. "WERE YOU NEVER PLANNING ON TELLING ME OF WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?! OF WHAT YOUR MOM AND AUNT DID TO ME?! TO MY PEOPLE?!" ether said as his shoulder started turning into that of the werewolf

enfys was readying a spell preparing for the worst. ether saw and looked at his shoulder in fear. "no no im.....im sorry it's just..... it's all so frustrating." she sat on the ground with her legs crossed and enfys laid off the spell.

"I've been so happy living here but i also wanted to leave....i wanted to see what was out there....to know what happened to everyone....to have friends who i can talk to beside the sheep." enfys sat across of them on his knees. "and then all this happens and i see so much blood that isn't my own and im starting to enter this endless cycle of anger and sadness and..... excitement and happiness...."

enfys looked confused as she saw ethers thoughts altering quickly between happiness and sadness. "what do you mean?" she asked in concern

"i don't know.....i guess im glad that there are other people out there and im glad we finally got to meet after thinking im hallucinating your mysterious sightings through the years. im glad to know im not really alone with my sheep in this world." bun said this in a happy tone and despite smiling only a little, enfys noticed and smiled too.

"listen.....im sorry for snapping on you...and almost cutting your head off....i have many feelings that I can't exactly sort out right now because im not very used to them.....but I'd really like if you stop acting friendly right now....i know you're trying to help but please.....you know me more than i know you and i would like it if you let me choose the pace at which we be friends."

"i understand." enfys quickly answered. "you know....you can come to our house. we hid it from you on the other side of the woods but now that you know about us you can come visit? maybe read some of the books we have there? whatever you want really."

"I'd like that.....thank you enfys."

"you're welcome ether. i sure hope we can be friends soon."

as they finished that talk they both giggled a little before enfys left

ether looked at his arm and shoulder covered in thick fur and sighed yet again

"what will i do with all this now...."

enfys got to their house and found her mom in the garden

"mom." said enfys with a frown on his face "we need to talk."

#oc #ocs #original story #original writing #original charcter #original characters #oc writing #the shepherd prince #my OCs

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Notice me.... talk to me.

Sometimes. You cursed your boyfriend's ego.

It just could be so incredibly difficult to just deal with him at some point...

No matter how exausted or just being proven wrong, Chisaki Kai stumped his foot down to just prove for those who doubted or even, with some sorta of courage, talked back to him how stupid and dumb they were. Because he was right. He knew what was best for him, whose he consider dear to his heart and even the world itself. It didn't matter if blood had to be sheed or people to get hurt. He got what he wanted as always would.

You weren't excluded from this harsh treatment either...

Kai and you rarely fight over something. The man absolutely hated arguments that included yelling or some sort of physical combat although it was necessary with some... imcopentent subbordinates of his.

Yet it didn't mean how cruel your boyfriend could be from only just using words. Especially when he had a problem on his bussiness with the Shie Hassaikai.

For your doom, today was one of those days...

"I'm sure if you just took a couple of hours even to just relax and forget about your goal for one minute you would be less tense." You tried to coach your boyfriend but he only glared at you like you were an arrogant child throwing a tantrum.

"And who are to demand things from me (Y/n)?" He spoke through gritted teeth, you could tell even if he was with a mask over his face.

"Im.. Im just trying to help." You murmured lowly, hurt evident on your features.

"Do I look like i need help from you? You cant even walk alone on a city without being glued to my arm on being guarded by the Shie Hassaikai workers." He spoke on a manner of fact tone before giving his back to you to walk back to his desk.

But you tried one less approach...

"Kai... please. I can't- I don't even recognise you anymore. Please just try to listen to me-" you tried to touch his shoulder only to gasp when his rough and covered hands grabbed onto your wrist harshly and roughly pinned you to the wall as he stared with a murder gaze down at you while tightening his grip on your wrist.

"I won't listen to you. And you know why?" He whispered with venom as he etightened even more his grip on you to the point where it actually started to hurt. "Because comparing me and to yourself dearest, you're just a clingly brat trying to distract me to your own enjoyment."

"K-Kai stop it It hu-" you whimpered and gasped in fear as he slammeed a fist on the side of your head.

"I wasn't done talking!" He roared in your face as tears started to form in your eyes " cant even listen and do something right now?!"

"Kai please-" you whimpered and your eyes widenes when you noticed his glove on the hand he was holding your pulsefading away.

His quirk.

He was about to use his quirk on you.

"Kai calm down-!" You cried and hives started to appear on his face.

"Now you want me to calm down after irritating me right you useless-"

"LET GO OF ME CHISAKI!" You screamed but at the shock of you using his surname and shouting... Chisaki did ended up using his quirk on you.

His eyes widened as you shouted and clench your bleeding handless arm. Shit... what had he done...?

He almost stuttered for you to calm down and when he tried to get close to you to fix you screamed again.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! STAY BACK!" ignoring your pleas he grabbed onto your arm as you trashed and screamed on his grasp as his eyes burned and finally fixing what he had done... physically at least.

Just when your hand was back you pushed yourself away from and falling on the ground as you stared up at him with wide fearfull eyes...

He felt so ridiculous and angered with himself at the sign of the one who trupy loved him staring back at him not like a man, but as a horrific monster...

"A-Angel I-" he crouched down and extended a hand towards your direction but soon returning it when you flinched at the montion. "... I'm.. (Y/n).. I.. I truly didn't want it-"

"Y-Yeah.." you whimperex while carefully getting up and maintaning a dostance from him "But you did..."

"(Y/n) wait just listen to-!" He stopped walking towards you as you rushed to the exit of his office, using his door as a shield.

"Kai not now..." you muttered and slammed the door shut. Leaving with the weight of guilt enough to bury him on the ground.

It pained him to hear the hurried footsteps and sobs fadind away and knowing he was the cause of it.

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The day has been awful. He shoudl have listened to you and take a break... maybe then you would be by his side right now...

He walked like a deadman towards his room and sighed at the sign of the door closed before knocking. No one answered...

Allowing himself, he opened the door to spy that... you weren't there. Your pillow was the only thing missing and it let him with unknow pain on his chest as he closed the door.

He asked for Chrono and Mimic forbyour location ... but none of them opened their mouths. Those two were loyal to him but they also didn't want to see a quarrel in the night time. By the stain on Chrono's coat he could tell that you cried on him just minutes ago.

He frowned at the thought but couldn't just punish his friend for actually being a decent man... unlike him. After all, when was the last time he let you cry on his shoulder?

... when was the last time he actually gave you attention..?

He morned at his flaws before widening his eyes at seeing a covered lump on teh couch as his feet immediately dragged him.

He exhaled in relief at seing your sleeping face on there but immediately frowned at the sign of dried tears on it..

Crouching down by your side he frowned, carresing your cheek with his gloved thumb... but the mere touch was enough to rouse you from your sleep as you let out a scared yelp and scotted away... afraid of him.

That hurted more than that any punchs of miss treating he ever received on his life.

"I'm... Did I wake you?" He murmured before sitting on tge couch, legs spread as his arms rested on it.

You stared at him for a minute before averting your gaze from him to the floor as you hugged your legs closer to your chest.

"I... assume you're need some time still after what... happened." He frowned when you just blinked, a broken and saddened look on your (E/c)'s eyes as you carresed the wrist where he had injured.

"... I didn't wanted it. I never wanted this to happen." He admitted with a pain on his chest that it hurted even to talk... but your silence was killing him.

"Won't you say anything?" He looked at you with expectant eyes "Scream? Yell?... anything?"

You got up and faced away from him as he blinked.

"... I'm going to sleep in the guest's room."

"Sounds... fair." He sighed in despair as he watched you walk away and the distant sound of the door shutting.

Burring his face on his face he sighed. A headache coming along with the burn on his eyes.

What had he done..?

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He tried many aproachs for 2 weeks. And nothing seemed to be changing anytime soon.

You didn't looked at his face and only answered him with one or two words if he was lucky enough. He couldn't even eat in peace without noticing you just made your plate and leave, with some excuse of cleaning up later.

That wasn't the problem...

When he tried flowers or even your favorite food you just declined with a shook of your head and gave the flowers to some epderly woman whoose aold them.

Why wont you accept it?

He heard rumors of the Hassaikai workers that they thought that you only didn't break up with him for fear of your life... or even that he wouldn't mind killing you just to find another.

What did you and them thought of him to say those things?

Ah. Of course.

A monster.

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He aproached silently the living room where he found your reading. You soon casting him a glance before closing your novel and moving to get out.

"How long this will continue?" The words are harsh, but the tone of his voice was broken, pleading for you to just end this suffering.

You stopped right by his side, not spating him a glance as you furrowed your eyebrowss at the ground and clinging to your book.

"Will you leave?" He asked sorrowfully before you sighed.

"... if you ever lay a hand on me again. I will do worst than just leaving Chisaki." You spoke harsly and he actually felt fear with those words.

It was almost commical. Him, leader of the yakusa and with a dangerous quirk, fearing his quirkless girlfriend.

The day this happened conpleted one month....

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He saw your messages.

Family and friends of yours didn't know he was a yakusa. But it was explicit on various texts that the only advice they were given you about the relationship was leaving him.

His heart actually clenched at it. Trembling hand holding the cellphone as hot drops of tears fell from his eyes.

He did fucked up...

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The presents only increased. You felt good enough to eat again and even chattered more happipy around the precepts and with your therapist.

Everything was great... except for your current situation with your boyfriend.

You knew Kai had never the intention to use his quirk. Anger and exhaustion could inflect on someone's quirk and made them do mistakes they never meant to. But you were still avoiding him due to the trauma of having your hand literraly being overhauled and the hurtfull words he said.

That was the first time Chisaki took his anger out on you... yet you were still petulant about not giving any of your attention.

The only comfort you noticed he had was that you didn't flinched anymore when he moved or try it to get closer. Key word: try.

Of course you noticed he was deeply affected to it. To the point that even Rappa out of all people came to you to just ask to talk to him was alarming.

You were walking on the hallway before you made a confused sound at Chrono whoose whistle and mentioned with his fingers to make you come over where he was.

"What's the problem?" You asked and furrowed your eyebrows at seeing your suitcase on his other hand "why are you with my-?"

"Overhaul asked me to pick. He wanted to know if you would like to move." Your eyes widened at his words.

"Move? Is he kicking me out?"

"No." He shook his head before handling you a paper where it showed you all pictures of a luxury apartment "He just wants to know if you would be interested on living there instead."

"Huh..." you frowned at the paper before you lift your gaze at Chrono sighing and taking off his mask.

"He is tearing apart (Y/n)." You frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Kai is conplicated. We all know. But I swear to you i never saw him like that. During this three months, he only worked at his bedroom. Didn't eat. Didn't clean... you see what I mean?"

You frowned even more... was he just as much hurting as you were?

"He is torn. Basically... it just activated a past trauma of his what he did."

"Past trauma? What the-" you stopped when he patted your shoulder.

"Not important. So? You want to or not?"

"... not entirely but just a few things." You mourned on your decision as he nodded,putting his mask back and going into Chisaki's office.

.

.

.

"... i see. Take her there."

"Kai come on... you guys at least can talk to each other-"

"No Chronostasis." He froze at the broken tone of voice of hsi friend as he stared with a empty look at the window. "She deserves a place of her own. Living with me would only make her worst."

"What about you then?" He chuckled sadly before rolling his eyes to see Chrono.

"I am just simply living through what a monster deserve."

....

(A/n):phew! Just came back with a amgsty scenario! Let me know if you guys want a second part of it! It just got way too big for one post.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha villains #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfics #bnha villains x reader #zuffer writings #my hands hurt but was worth it

[toast-is-ticklish]

Hypnos's Relaxation Method

Ler!Hypnos and Lee!Zagreus (Platonic)

Happy valentine's day btw everybody! ❤❤

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"Wow that's the fifteenth time today huh? Megs' really got you beat! Maybe next time you should try not getting hit!"

The son of Hades sighed as he wiped the remaining blood off of his face.

"Yeah, I'll make sure to give that a try next time mate." He said as he walked off towards his chambers.

"Wait, are you going to head out there again? That's maybe like, the worst idea I've ever heard!"

"I appreciate the vote of confidence."

"No offence but, look at yourself! You're exhausted! I mean I know your feet are like, literally on fire, but maybe you should relax a little? Be done for today?" Hypnos warbled on, seemingly worried for Zagreus, which he appreciated but definitely didnt need.

"Yeah, I'm afraid that's not going to happen mate. I'm right on the cusp of beating her, I can feel it! I just can't rest until it's done."

He just needed to keep going. The longer he stood still the more he could feel the exhaustion piling on his bones. So he couldn't stand around for long.

"Ooh! I have an idea! You can't rest because you're, well, restless, right? I know something that will make it all better! You'll let me try it wont you?"

Hypnos looked down at Zagreus from his floating position excitedly.

"Uhhm- mate, that sounds great and all but I really have to get back in the fight. You understand right?" Zagreus liked hypnos, but he just wanted to get out of this conversation and get back to his plans for the day. Primarily escape.

"Nope!" Well that's not a good sign.

Even though hypnos's laid back and cheery disposition might have you think he's not a strong willed person, once he's got his mind set on something he wont let go until it happens.

Zagreus knows that, so hes not planning on convincing him otherwise. Besides hypnos is someone he can trust, so whatever he wants cant be too bad, right? It's best to let him just have his way.

So hes just going to let Hypnos do his weird thing, and get back to tartarus.

That was the plan.

The plan did not work out very well.

"Okay...Umm what do you want me to do..?"

"Just lay down and let me do my thing!"

"...Alright."

Zagreus did that, and hoped Hypnos wouldn't just make him pass put on the floor in the main hallway or something.

He was so confused when hypnos just plopped down on top of him.

"Hypnos? Is this some strange attempt at seducing me? Why are you on top of me?"

"Dont worry about it! Thanatos never let me do this to him, I'm kinda excited!"

Weird. "I feel like I sho- H-hey, what are you.. Mph!"

And it looks like Hypnos is...trying to tickle him? Why? He has no idea?

"Hey, dont try to hold in your laugh! It wont work that way!" Gods help him, Hypnos is trying to tickle him. In good will at that. Zagreus found himself wanting to be mad and failing.

"Ehmm mahate, I dont think this is a good idea..!"

"Achilles told me mortals use this to relax all the time! Why not give it a try at least? Here, I'll up the intensity! Just try to relax!"

Hypnos's blunt nails were scritching across his abdomen and it was getting distracting. Zagreus grabbed his wrists but only lightly pushed away. He was already so tired and laughing like this made him feel weak.

"Mpheheh hypnohos ihihits embahahar- Ahaha! ehembarrasing!"

"Why would it be? You have a lovely laugh my friend!" He moved upwards towards Zagreus's ribs and increased the pressure a little.

"AHahahah! NAHahhah!"

"There we go!"

Hypnos, with growing confidence, dug into Zagreus's underarms. It definitely did not result in a squeak, or any strange sounds at all for that matter.

Either way, the squirming increased tenfold and Zagreus was now laughing fully.

"HAhahAh HYPNOHOHOS! NAHAH!"

Hypnos had a giddy smile growing on his face watching his friend laugh."This is so fun! I just wanna try two more spots, then you can rest okay?"

"AHAhahahHah! WhyaheheHe?!"

"Great!"

By the time Zagreus had caught his breath, Hypnos had shimmied down to his legs and already had his hands poised by the princes' thighs. He refuses to acknowledge the noise he made when Hypnos started lightly scratching his inner thighs.

The son of Hades dissolved into squeaky giggles, and without any core strength left to sit up, and nothing to grab onto, he just resorted to covering his own face in an attempt to muffle his laughter as he squirmed on the floor.

"FahahAhck-- hmhmHa!"

Hypnos seemed to pay that no mind as he happily continued to scritch-scratch at the princes' thighs.

Once he decided he was done with that particular spot, Hypnos shimmied back up to where he was before.

He leaned in close to Zagreus's face

"Hi."

"H-hello theHehehere mmehehehe! Aha!"

And he promptly dug into Zags neck.

This spot was different from the other ones. Mainly in that it made Zags entire body into jelly. He found his traitorous body not only relaxing into Hypnos's touch, but leaning into it.

"Ooh! You like it here huh? I'll keep that in mind!"

Hypnos mused.

"Nnahah! I dohohont! Hehahaha!"

Zagreus cringed at the fact that he sounded as though he was whining.

Hypnos looked down at Zagreus while he continued to tickle. "Hey is it okay if I give you  raspberries?"

Honestly, Zagreus couldnt even remember what that was but a this point he didnt really care. He gave a weak nod. Obviously not because he was enjoying himself. How could it get worse at this point?

"Okay!"

Zagreus found himself giggling before hypnos's mouth was anywhere near his neck. And when it landed his nerves exploded. He didnt even know things could tickle this much.

His back arched in his laughter as his bodys' very helpful instinct was to apparently pull Hypnos closer in this weird tickle hug.

"GOHODS! AHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!"

as the raspberries kept coming one after another Zagreus couldnt figure out if he was on cloud nine, cloud six-six-six or maybe both? His nerves were going insane. He was going insane.

Then finally,

"GOHODS, STAHAHP! STAHAHP AHAHhahahah"

Hypnos immediately backed off.

Once Zagreus had gotten up and caught his breath, Hypnos broke the silence.

"Sooo do ya feel better?"

"I...am going to sleep." Zagreus tried to sound exasperated but it worked a little less with the ghost of a dorky smile still left on his face.

That night (or day?) Zagreus wouldn't admit it but he slept the best he ever had in his life.

Although he buried the part of himself that thanked Hypnos for it, that was the first time he had no nightmares since he was a kid.

#tickle fic #tickle community #tickle #hades game #Ler!Hypnos #Lee!Zagreus #ler!hypnos #lee!zagreus #i may or may not have a hades hyperfixation

[catzula]

(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

~

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument. 

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down." 

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!" 

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth. 

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food. 

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-" 

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious. 

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-. 

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you. 

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge. 

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure." 

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell. 

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in. 

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were. 

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water. 

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous? 

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower. 

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?" 

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

~

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing. 

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities? 

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown. 

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu." 

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde. 

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room. 

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

~

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up. 

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged. 

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously. 

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips. 

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with." 

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first." 

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here." 

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet. 

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

~

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.  

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had. 

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure." 

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother. 

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay. 

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen. 

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it. 

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair. 

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him. 

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing. 

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people." 

It was true. 

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing. 

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

~

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!" 

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

#osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #osamu miya x reader #osamu x y/n #osamu miya x y/n #osamu miya x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x me #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x imagines

[snowstark]

41. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” 44. “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

Peter always got horny at the worst times. Like at two in the morning, or right after classes, or when he was only halfway through his chef salad.

Or when Tony was busy working and couldn’t give him the attention he needed, which was exactly what was happening right now.

The whole situation was just unfair, really. Tony was dressed in what was Peter’s favourite suit on him, a crisp grey with silver cufflinks and a dark-navy tie. The man was tapping away at his laptop, brows furrowed in concentration on something that was not Peter.

And that wouldn’t do.

Peter got up, sidling closer to Tony, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Daddy,” he said, and there was a pout evident in his voice. “Are you almost done? ‘m so bored waiting for you.”

Tony chuckled, but he still didn't take his eyes off of his screen. “Sweetheart, we’ve only been at the office for an hour.”

Peter sighed, and dragged it out so that it was long and pitiful. Tony's lips twitched into a smile again, and that only incensed him further. He shifted and made his way around, then climbed on top of Tony's lap casually, like he'd been doing that since day one—which, he had.

Tony hummed, and his eyes briefly flicked to Peter for a split second before moving back to his work. "You can wait, sweetheart. I know it's hard for a needy thing like you, but you can." He let a hand run down Peter's back, soothing and infuriating at the same time.

Peter gritted his teeth. "I don't want to wait." He leaned forward, letting his ass slide back, straddling Tony's thighs as he mouthed at Tony's neck. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the comforting scent of Daddy, and suckled.

Tony hummed again, and the vibration of his throat made Peter shiver. "You don't want to wait?" he echoed, and there was something in his tone that told Peter that pushing Tony any further would be a very, very bad idea.

So he pushed.

"No." He pulled back and told Tony, saccharine sweet, "I don't want to wait, Daddy. In fact, maybe I'll just go home alone right now and get myself off, since you're not going—" He broke off when Tony's grip on his thigh tightened, damn near painful in all the best ways possible.

“If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week," Tony warned. "You really want that to happen?"

Bring it. Peter lifted his chin, jutting it out in a daring move. "Maybe I do. Maybe I wanna feel a little pain, Daddy."

Tony's hand twitched, like he really was tempted to just bend Peter over right then and there and teach him a lesson. But he didn't.

Instead, all he said was, "You wanna get off, sweetheart? You're so fucking needy that you can't even wait for me to finish with my work? Fine. Fine. If that's the kind of game you want to play today, let's do it. Starting now." He gripped Peter's hips and yanked, adjusting him so that he was straddling Tony's thigh, his legs on either side of it, and Peter couldn't suppress the yelp that escaped him at the sudden movement.

Flushing, he took a quick glance behind him through the glass walls, and Tony chuckled. "Oh, no, no, sweet thing. That isn't how this works." He let a hand ghost briefly over the tent in Peter's pants before abruptly moving back to his laptop. "You chose this, and now you're gonna follow through with it. Go on."

Peter swallowed, wetting his dry lips with his tongue, and hesitantly let his hand drop down to—and then Tony grabbed his wrist. A gasp escaped Peter and his eyes shot up to Tony's face.

"I forgot you go stupid when you're this needy. Let me spell it out for you, sweetheart— the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh. Don't you dare try anything else." God, Tony wasn't even looking at him.

Peter's eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head at the words, and he swore under his breath, but he knew his fate was sealed. Pushing Tony had been a mistake, and backing out now would be an even bigger one. So, he hesitantly let his hips roll.

He felt—paranoid, worried that there was someone watching him, worried that Tony would get caught with him on his lap, even though that was a stupid thing to worry about because Tony owned the damn company; there wasn't anything that could happen to him.

He let himself pick up the pace when he heard Tony begin to type on his keyboard in earnest, panting, and then buried his face in Tony's neck, desperately mouthing at the broad expanse of skin there, breathing in his cologne, practically light-headed with the fact that he was here, in Tony's office, which had glass walls, rubbing off on his thigh like he was nothing but a bitch in heat.

The idea and his thoughts and Daddy surrounding him, his entire world narrowing down to him and only him, it was all—so much. A desperate mewl escaped his throat, and Tony sniffed a smile, making him flush.

When he did finally come—in his pants, thank you very much—he shuddered through it all, preening when Tony's hand stroked down his spine, and he gasped, "Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank you—" because if he didn't, Daddy would really make sure he couldn't walk for a week, if not two.

And if Tony bent him over his office desk shortly after and fucked him until he was crying? Well, no one else had to know.

#starker #ironspider #tony x peter #tony/peter #dom!tony #sub!peter #my fics #this is a repost bc it didn’t show up in the tags

[arllenn]

Staring down at Ruri- no Chime is his name, before you, you can help but feel tired. None of this is making any sense it’s all too much at once.

Bonderev, one of the dickheads behind what happened at black swan bay, had apparently been alive and living well enough to the point where he could give lessons on morality in his final moments. Imagine that! HIM a man who BLEW UP an ORPHANAGE and who had personally shot you and Renata, what he persumed to be, dead! And he had the nerve to ask you to, no- TELL you to protect his son, to not let his actions get in the way of YOU PROTECTING his SON! You’re so frustrated to the point where you’re not sure if you want to burst out into maniacal laughter, break down and cry or just destroy everything in your sight the same way that dickhead had done to you and your family all those years ago.

He had gotten everything and more. A family, a happy life, power and he was freed from all the consequences of his actions. So what about you what did you get? A permanent fear of trusting anyone because “hey I’ve already been used as a genetic experiment by the man I considered a father who then proceeded to blow me, everyone and everything I’ve ever loved to kingdom come! But sure thing nice stranger who I just met let’s be besties!” Makes so much sense. Oh, oh! What about stealing years away from your life! 20 to be exact, man you could’ve been married, had a family, gone to the capital and achieved everything you had wanted to! But no instead what you’re doing is standing here, the same 18 year old who couldn’t do anything to save your friends, your family, as you watched them die in front of you. You’re the person who even in her last moments Renata had to look after and protect. And wow doesn’t that smart, doesn’t it hurt to look down at Chime to see how weak he is, with a voice that trembles and eyes that seem one glare away from overflowing with tears, doesn’t it hurt to look at him and see the worst parts of yourself reflected back at you? The parts you wanted to bury so deep down inside that they’d be forgotten by even you. But here they are, loud and angry and demanding your attention.

Your throat closes in on itself, the hand on your hip tightens. It’s a painful squeeze that’s only purpose is to remind you that, no you can’t cry here, you can’t let anyone see you like that, you cant let yourself be like that, not here. Not in front of people who you should know, who you should trust but who you don't You've spent more time running around for them then with them. It's mean and the ugly cloying feeling that rises up from your chest makes you look back at your relationship with 'your' uperclassmen. Were you even close enough to be called comrades? friends? Most of the time it felt like you were just there. A living phone running to deliver messages from one of them to another. Running errands, throwing yourself into danger or just escaping death for what? People who, people who you- people who you... what even are they to you? Right now your upperclassmen feel miles away from you, both emotionally and physically.

Your nails were starting to dig into your skin in a way that was more then painful. You could feel the moment the skin on both your hip and the palm of your other hand broke. Pulling your lip in between your teeth you try and tune back into the conversation waiting for the right words, for your upperclassmen to throw another request at you so that you can leave, preferably go outside and beat the shit out of one of the trash cans out back before running off into danger once again to fulfill their orders like you always did. And wow, isn’t that something... even now, even now, you’re still just blindly following people’s orders, never asking questions, never saying no. What... what is wrong with you? Hadn’t you learned your lesson already? Hadn't you learned after Herzog that you don't, you can't, just do that. Last time you did that you grabbed onto a rotten rope, a horribly, disgustingly, rotten rope.

"Promsing to protect somebody so recklessly is a foolish thing... nevertheless... thank you." Chime's retelling of his life comes to an end at a convient time. It's perfect really, and so you take that moment, the lull after his thanks, to leave.

You walk out into the lobby of Takamagahara the slow calming jazz music a horrible contrast to the thoughts and feelings that are swirling inside you right now. You make it two-thirds of the way to the bar when you're met with an extremely unpleasnt sight that has you cringing for more reasons then one.

Crow and Yasha are sitting the bar, resting most of their belegirantlty drunk weight on the actual contertop instead of on their chairs. They're demanding extra achoul, Crow shouting about how he can't take something anymore who knows what. And yikes heres a thought, Chime Gen is in the VIP room right behind them, those two who, even if they are drunk out of their minds, are Chisei's aides. They find Chime or even gain the smallest inkling of an idea that he may be here and you'll have more to worry about then cleaning up the counters from their drunk cry fest. Normally you'd step in here, and take over for Quinton the poor bartender on duty who always seemed to get the worst of the costumers but you really aren't feeling up to it today.

Just as you're about to turn around to give the trashcans outside the beatings of their lives Crow says something that you can't help but stop at. "You know I like Sakura don't you?" It was a question directed at Yasha who was only able to groan out what he thought was a response. You debate staying for a second. This isn't something that you particularly care about, nor is it something that really concerns you. But it just, you just want to know a little bit more about what Sakura was like before she became another one of Herzog's victims. Its with that flimsy excuse and the puppy dog look that Quinton gives you once he notices you're there that has you stepping closer, leaning against one of the pillars that trap the bar in its own seprate space.

As Crow continues to slur his feelings out Yasha seems to sober up a bit, it's not by much but its to the point where you're no longer worried about him getting into a bar fight, more just what taxi service to call for him when he inevetably passes out and where to send him afterwards.

Yasha leans over the bar apparently ready to give Crow some type of advice when the following happens. 1) he trips and stumbles over his words "Don't.. Don't worry. We are brothers. I... will never... mock you." sweet right? It would've been if not for 2) The fact that he lurches over its a face you recgonize all too well.

"Quinton get out of the-" 3) Yasha hurls all over Quinton, your words left to hang just as Yasha's icky face goop is left to hang off of Quinton. And now you're royally pissed. Sure you were pissed before but this is the type of rage that can only be quelled by you being left alone to stew in it. Its not the emotional type of rage that you felt earlier when you wanted to smash every glass surface you came across no this is the cold type of rage that leaves nothing but apathy in its wake. because as much as you've been trying to ignore it theres so much more that you had been trying to ignore, so much more that had been pushed to the wayside that you're angry about. You look up at Quinton whose looking at you like a lost kid in a mall that had mistaken you for their mother. Running a rand through your hair you harshly scratch at your scalp. "Quinton," you let out a frustrated sigh, "Take the rest of the night off, you'll be paid regularly and you can take extra pay if you wake up sick tommorrow." You turn to him and start to walk behind the counter switching places with him.

“Right thanks a bunch, manager." He rushes out. Turing towards the staff area most likely to change into his extra uniform instead of going home covered in puke. Staring down at Yasha's mess which was covering most of his area of the counter as well as the floor under his chair your annoyance hit an all new peak. It's not the chunky kind of throw up that can be easily cleaned up, its a mush that resembles watery baby food. It's obvious that this wont be a quick clean and that both mops and floor wipes are just going to push this stuff around instead of soaking it up.

Today just can't get any worse can it? Pushing your hand back into your head you aggitatedly rubbed at your scalp, pushing and pulling at the skin there. You’re pissed off. To come back after fighting against Herzog, let’s not forget HERZOG WAS THERE TOO! HE WAS THERE, HE WAS THERE LIVING AND BREATHING, AFTER ALL THAT HE HAD DONE, HE HAD THE NERVE TO GET UP ON THE PEDESTAL THAT HE HAD CONSTRUCTED, DESIGNED AND BUILT HIMSELF THROUGH EXPLOITING THE INNOCENT TO TEST HIS FREAKY DRAGON DRUGS ON, HE HAD THE NERVE TO TALK DOWN TO YOU! ACT LIKE YOU WERE STUPID OR SOME KIND OF PREDETERMINED FAILURE! You get back from that battle exhausted , emotionally drained, and wanting to destroy yourself to find Finger leisurly drinking with Humpback! After you thought that he died you thought that you had lost another person, only for him to be there and fine. It was reliving yes, but just fucking horrible at the same time. So when you stare down at that mess and the first thing you see when you look up is the VIP room that the others are in you felt like you were justified in deciding that you would be acting on your tiredness and handing off this task to one of your upperclassmen like they do to you so often.

Actually you retract your earlier statement today can in fact get worst. Crow and Yasha have apparently had enough to drink both uncoordinatedly slamming down the money to pay for their drinks, you really don't care wether or not is correct you just want them gone, they BOTH step into Yasha's puke tracking it out the door with them. Yeah, no- you're not cleaning that up nope, nu uh, never. You blow out a heated breath and start to walk towards the VIP room careful to avoid all of the face mush on the floor. Pulling on the curtains that served as the door to enter you called out to the occupants.

"Right, sorry to ruin the fun but I just had two costumers who puked and tracked the throw-up everywhere so I need one of you to go out and clean it up preferably like," You looked down at your wrist as though you wore a watch. Truthfully it was just to hide the annoyed look on your face, "right now please." You glanced up at them Before clarifying "Chime I'm not asking you to clean it up, just focus on resting." Because as much as you wanted someone to clean that nonsense up right away you were also specially tuned into just how draining it could be to meet Herzog like that. "Cool thanks guys!" You clapped your hands together and prepared to leave the room when Luminous started complaining.

"Aw, come on no way newbie, I don't wanna clean something like that up!" He put his hand to the back of his head, a tick you had noticed he did when he was complaining, nervous or worried, "Come on can't you do it? You were already out there.." And there it was normally you would excuse that tone as just being something that made Luminous, well Luminous but today the whiny tone was grating on your ears and you were two steps away from man handling him like you used to with Anton when he was being uncooperative. The thought of him hurts. Witnessing his final moments, being there when they happened, it was both the same and different then the others. Sure you had watched all the others die but Anton's had always stuck with you in a way that was far too painful for someone who you really didn't like. And now the urge to cry was back, you felt your eyes burn with unshed tears that were a culmination of too many of your emotions to name.

Caesar brought a hand to rest on his chin tapping away at it, before he even got the chance to talk your anger had already started to peak "Luminous is right newbie, theres no reason for us to do it, you were already out there and knew the areas that needed to be cleaned. This just seems like a waste of both yours and our time." Yeah, yeah, you seriously contemplated grabbing Caesar by his ponytail and using him as a mop for a second.

"You just cleaning it up would've been more efficient." Johann unhelpfully chimed in. Yeah, maybe you would use Caesar as the mop and Johann as the counter rag.

"Yeah freshie! Everyone knows that newbies do all the grunt work, you can't expect us to do it can you?" Fingers nasally voice made you want to throttle him the more he continued to talk. Sure he may have meant it as a joke but you really weren't at the point of caring. In fact you couldn't care less about anything right now. The anger that had just been building had condensed into a vengeful apathy that demanded the souls of those around you.

Once again Caesar spoke this time however you decided to cut him off. "That's right newbie, using my authority as team leader I order you to-"

"Damn I kinda don't care," You said scratching at the back of your head in an obviously exaggerated way. "Yeah actually..." you started mimicking Caesar's earlier stance, "If you're invoking your team leader rights then I'm invoking my manager rights."

"Hey wait-" Luminous tried to interject.

"Yeah as your manager I order you all to have that throw-up cleaned within the next half an hour." A bit long of a time slot, sure, but really who cares as long as it gets done.

"No way newbie team leaders out rank managers, which means my order still stands." Caesar's stubbornness in this situation could be something to praise if not for the fact that a) you don't care and b) you're two steps away from bringing your thoughts of using him as a mop to fruition.

"Team leaders outrank managers when we're out on the field sure, but right now we're in Takamagahara not battling death servitors, which means your team leader status is moot." You made a slicing motion over your neck. "You may be the leader appointed by the college but right now that means nothing, were not fighting and this isn't reconnaissance, we're working."

"That doesn't change the fact that Caesar is team leader freshman." You can always count on Johann to speak up for what he believes in. Too bad you're not here to praise your upperclassmen but instead get them to work.

"Cool! And I'm still the manager. Right now you all are technically on the clock at Takamagahara which means what I say goes. Caesar may be the team leader and you may be my upperclassmen but that doesn't change the fact that right here right now what I say takes precedence in all matters that aren't dragon related because I'm the ma.ne.ger. " You smile your best costumer service smile and speak in the same tone that you do with costumers when you say this. Then you turn on your heel and walk out calling out behind you that "I expect to not wake up to puke covered floors in the morning! I'm going to bed good night."

And well if Finger chose not to comment on your behavior because he watched you break down in the elevator through the security cameras then that will remain with him. And if Caesar and Johann chose not to speak on it because they heard you sobbing from outside your room that night then thats something that stays between them. And if Luminous caught a glimpse of the empty look in your eyes that night when you left your room for water then he definitely held that as a close secret to his heart. Choosing not to comment on it. And if you noticed that your seniors were just a bit more gentle with you or asked for your input before sending you off on recon missions when they didn't before then you don't comment on it.

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[kindnessisweakness2]

{DELUSIONAL- PART 3}

*gif not mine, just thought it was insanely cute*

Delaney rushed into the office, red faced. "Sorry Gem. I overslept. All the things you texted me to get are in my car, I have the girls unloading it now." Gemma could see straight though delaney's lie. The bags under her eyes showed the young girl was anything but well rested. Gemma noticed the little things about people. People's body language showed more than what they wanted it to. More than what people are willing to say. You can find out alot about a person my observing them, their mannerisms, their characteristics. What makes them tick. What's going on on the inside. You had to read between the lines with Delaney. She would never outright say when things were upsetting her. She was always too worried about other people to bother them with her own problems. Gemma could tell just by looking at her that something was eating at her. For example the sky blue nail polish was extremely chipped, Delaney's usually long nails were bitten down nearly to the nub. It was her worst habit. Gemma knew she only did it when she was stressed or worried. Or even the fact she didn't have a stroke of make up in her face pointed out something was wrong with the girl. Delaney was naturally beautiful. She didn't need make up but she was never seen without it. She portrayed herself as so put together, and usually seemed so strong but something was breaking Delaney and Gemma was going to find out what it is.

A couple of hours Later Delaney was finally done laying the table of finger food in the club house. These boys could eat as much as they drink. "Hey D" Delaney spun around a massive grin spreading on her face. "Your home!!" Her arms wound tightly around Jax's torso, pulling him into a tight hug. In that moment she finally felt safe for the first time in weeks. She felt like she could finally take a breath without drowning in panic. She didn't want to let him go but she had to. "How was Nevada? Jury all good up there?" Delaney sat next to Jax at the bar and for the first time in a while the wide smile on her face reached her eyes.

Gemma watched as Delaney and jax sat catching up. It didn't take a genius to feel and see the chemistry between the pair. It's been like that since they met. Delaney moved to charming a few months after Tara left and the impact she had on jax was massive. She made him smile again, laugh again. Made him realise that life could go on without her when he couldn't see it. Delaney picked Jax up and made him whole when her world was being torn apart. Gemma quickly became fond of her because despite what people told her about samcro Delaney never treated any of them any different. She didn't pry into club business when she overheard bits of information around the garage and She never asked questions. She got hired for the office job and was soon accepted into the fold. She was privy to things many people wasn't and she was trusted by everyone. Jax quickly became protective over Delaney. That's why when she was having trouble with her shithead boyfriend Alex it had to be Gemma and Unser who helped her. Jax still doesn't know what happened to this day and he can't. Jax would kill Alex without a second thought and would still be serving time in Stockton. Gemma couldn't let that happen.

By 10 o'clock the party was in full swing. Delaney was behind the bar as usual, laughing with half sack and juice. "I'm sorry sack but that's the worst pick up line I've ever heard". Delaney patted him on the shoulder before moving to serve Jax a drink. "You need to teach that boy some of your sexy charm. Hes never gonna get laid on his own." Still giggling at the cheesy line sack tried to work on her she poured Jax a whiskey. "You think I'm sexy?" Jax chuckled as she went red. "Those words never left my mouth Teller". Shaking her head Delaney put the bottle of Jack on the bar. "Well you must do something right with the ladies or are they just fucking you because your the Prince of charming?" Delaney rolled her eyes as jax seemed to be enjoying this abit too much. Leaning over the bar Jax kissed her cheek and winked at her "wouldn't you like to know darlin" Delaney shook her head as he sauntered away towards Opie. Cheeky fucker. Truth is she would. She would love to know how people just fall at his feet. She was one of his many victims who would give anything for a relationship with the 'prince'. Except while others want Jaxon Teller the vice president of Samcro. Delaney wanted Jaxon Teller the goofball who was rubbish at video games and snored softly when he slept. The idiot who set his mom's kitchen on fire when he tried to make her breakfast when she was sad. The man who skipped club parties and women who would do anything he asked them to sit in her front room in star wars pyjamas and eat pizza. The soft side to Jax teller that people were not lucky enough to see was the only side of him she knew. And that made her love him more.

Delaney sighed as the party started to die down. Various club members went off with women, some passed out on the sofas not capable of making it to the forms and some went home early eith their old ladies. The funniest of the bunch however was Tig, Who was passed out on top of the pool table face burried in a croweaters chest. Delaney started to clean up the bar feeling sick to her stomach at the thought of going home. Would he be there waiting for her? Would he watch her again? Would he try to get in this time? What if--? "Hey you ok?" Gemmas voice cut her thoughts short. "Y-yeah I'm fine" Delaney forced a smile. "C-can I sleep here tonight? In the spare dorm? Too tired to drive home" Gemmas eyebrows lifted in speculation. Delaney fiddled with the glass in her hands nervously as she waited for Gemma to speak. "Sure baby I'll get you some clean sheets." Delaney could of cried in relief as she turned away but froze as Gemma spoke again. "I know something's bothering you. I know something's wrong and your scared. I wont force you to tell me what it is right now." Locking eyes with Gemma, Delaney felt like a small kid caught in a lie. "But you will tell me. Eventually it'll all become too much and you'll have to. Secrets aren't good baby. They get people hurt." Nodding her head Delaney turned to put the glass down as Gemma walked away.

The last thing Delaney wanted to do was hurt anyone. This was her problem. She needed to deal with it. But she didn't know how much more she could take. How much longer can she cope with this stress and live in fear?

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And that's it guys!! Part 3 is up! I'm loving how this is coming along. As usual feedback and advice always welcome. Part 4 coming soon!

So what do you guys think Delaney should do? Tell Gemma Or keep it secret? Let me know what you think!!

Love to you all, stay safe! 🍃

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[wreckofawriter]

The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

Warnings: Under aged drinking, mentions of neglect, overall angsty

Summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.

A/n: I really like this one. Kinda angst but sweet. My inbox is open feel free to send in requests! Hope you guys like it too!

Being a Potter seemed like an easy gig to most people. The big house, nice family, a large amount of money, it definitely seemed like a piece of cake. And if your name is James then yes, yes it was. But if your name was y/n- or as most people called you James' sister -than no, no it wasn't. 

When you were eleven you had walked up to the chair and sat down with your eyes locked on your smiling brother. He was seated between his three best friends and practically glowing with excitement from the gold and red table.

The old hat was placed on your head and you could already the word that would flow from its leathery mouth. But to your surprise along with everyone else's in the large dining hall, not even a second after the hat landed on your y/h/c head it bellowed, "Slytherin!" 

The hall fell silent and your eyes, still on your brother went wide. James' on the other hand narrowed, his lips piercing to a thin line. 

You felt your heart break as your best friend turned away from you in disgust. And at eleven years old you had already been smashed to pieces by the person you loved most. 

Your parents had sent you a letter telling you it was alright to be in a different house but they didn't act like it was. When James joined the quidditch team they had cheered for him and came to as many games as they could. 

When you joined the Slytherin team as a keeper they had dismissed it with a wave of a hand and only came to your games when you happen to be playing Gryffindor. They were always adorned in yellow and red. 

They almost never sent you letters when James received one once a week. They would support James no matter what, but if you slipped up even once they would come down on you in a hail storm of fury.

By third year you stopped coming home over breaks, you would spend Christmas at Hogwarts alone. But summers were unavoidable. You would simply go home and hide in your room, only coming down stairs for meals which you eat in silence as you listened to your parents gush about James' achievements. 

When Sirius joined you in your fourth year, their fifth, your life went from bad to worse.

Sirius was an asshole. He always was and always will be. He was arrogant and stubborn, he was sure he was the best thing in the world and that he had everyone trapped under his finger. And watching him receive more love from your parents than you did made living under the same roof as the boy nearly impossible. 

What made it worse was the fact that he was irritatingly handsome. He was dashing and charming, somehow managing to make you hate him just to avoid feeling something else.  It made you sick that you even had thoughts of him in a positive way whatsoever. But even though you would never admit it, you did.

And now you had to welcome another one of your least favorite people into your life.

You hated Lily Evans. From the minute layed eyes on the girl you could feel a sickening loathing build up in you like a fire. With each overly sweet smile she threw and disgustingly soft laugh she uttered the larger that fire burned. 

It wasn't like she had ever done anything wrong to you. She was always nice when you passed in the hallways, she never picked on you or called you 'James' little sister' a term you had grown to hate. She was always kind to you, even when your brother was being a brat like usual. And that was one of the many reasons you hated her. 

She was perfect. It made you want to hurl. Her fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Her perfect grades and great scores. She was kind, brave, smart and cunning. She had it all. Plus your brother, who wouldn't even spare you a glance, trailed after her like a lost puppy. She was the physical embodiment of everything you hated. 

Of course now she was dating James which meant you had to put up with her bullshit even more than usual. 

You were downstairs making yourself a sandwich, when the doorbell rang. You rolled your eyes and walked to go open it. 

You swung the door open ready to shoo away some girl scouts when you came face with your worst nightmare.

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit. 

Your mouth dropped and eyes went wide before narrowing to slits and your mouth slamming shut into a scowl. 

You merely growled the word "Nope." Before slamming the door shut straight into her face. 

"Y/n! What the hell?" You turned your mood souring from bad to worse. 

"You deal with you preppy girlfriend James, I dont have the energy for her." You hissed. 

He simply rushed past you his shoulder hitting yours harshly as he passed and opened the door.

"Lily, I am so sorry for my sister is being an asshole again.." 

The rest of the conversation died out as you snatched your sandwich and darted upstairs. You quickly slammed into James room to meet Sirius, who was adorned in only a towel his black hair dripping wet. You ignored the sight and focused on the problem at hand.

"What the hell y/n?!" Sirius snapped, his face flushing. 

"Yeah what the hell!" You responded to worked up to care about his lack of clothing. 

Sirius shot you a confused look, his cheeks now a blazing red.

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched. 

"Maybe because she's meeting her boyfriend's parents?" Sirius bellowed back, "Now get out!" 

You ran from the room slamming the door behind you and retreating from your safe haven. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your mother frantically attempting to clean your room. 

"Y/n!" She scolded, "Your room is a complete disaster!" 

"What are you doing in here?" You asked voice angry. 

"Lily is going to be sleeping in here so clean this place up!" She yelled motioning to your disaster of a room. 

Your fury strengthened, "I wont clean shit for that bitch." You growled. 

"Y/n!" Your mother gasped in disgust.

You left before she had a chance to say anything more. Your head pounded as you thundered down the steps not bothering to move in the slightest as your brother and his girlfriend ascended upward. You shouldered them roughly out of the way James protests fading in the back of your mind.

You ran for the door, grabbing your purse and shoes from the mudroom before sprinting onto the street. 

It had rained that night so everything was damp, causing your mitch-matched socks thin fabric to grow cold and wet. The scent of wet asphalt and dewy grass filled you helping to calm your nerves as you ran from your inevitable future. 

You knew that eventually you were going to have to go back to that house and deal with your mother and father and brother and his girlfriend and probably his best friend too. But you ignored that fact sitting on a bench to pull on your converse. You didn't bother to tie them. 

You then stood up and began to walk with no destination in mind. You walked for about an hour before you realized how hungry you are. You never got to eat that sandwich and breakfast was a distant memory. 

You quickly found a small coffee shop and walked inside enjoying the strong scent of the beverage it emitted. You ordered before plopping down at your table and staring helplessly out the window. You watched people move back and forth outside of the window feeling slightly like a tiger locked in a zoo behind the thick glass. You stared at the thick purple clouds that bruised the grey sky, ignoring who's eyes they reminded. You were so entranced with the scene in front of you, you didn't even notice that your food was placed in front of you until you turned to see it there, the sandwich slightly cold. 

You sighed, too hungry to discard the food put in front of you. You ate slowly, as if you were unsure if the meal was safe. You then turned your head back to the street to see a dark haired boy smirking back at you. You instantly stood, sprinting for the door. 

The idea of being brought back to that house made you want to hurl the sandwich you had just eaten. So you began to run not bothering to look back, your feet thundered on the wet cement of the sidewalk before you turned down an alley only to yelp when you were greeted by a bored looking Sirius Black. 

"Did you seriously think that you could outrun me." He questioned eyebrows raised.

"I could if you didn't use magic." You scoffed, attempting to shoulder past him and continue to the next street over. You were stopped when he grabbed you shoulder harshly. 

"Why the hell did you run?" He asked almost seeming worried. You quickly brushed off the thought. Sirius Black doesn't worry, much less about Slytherins. 

You hummed pretending to think, "Maybe because I don't want to deal with greasy haired asshole who is going to take me back to my living hell?" 

"Hey!" Sirius protested, clearly offended, "My hair is not greasy!" 

"You can not be serious." You sneered rolling your eyes. 

"I'm always sirius." He smiled back satisfied with his overused and unoriginal pun.

You resisted the urge to smack him. "Why did you come anyways?" 

"Your brother sent me." He shrugged, "plus we both know you don't want to walk all the way back to your house."

"Who said I was going back?" You challenged, eyes narrowing.

Sirius sighed, "You are going back weather you get on my bike yourself or I force you onto it." You glowered at him. 

"If I could you use magic I would wipe your ass all over the street." You threatened. 

"I know." He smiled, "that's why I'm happy you can't." 

"I'm not going." You decided planting your feet and crossing your arms, head held high.

Sirius let out a strenuous sigh clearly annoyed, "Come on." He whined, "Your brother said I had to bring you back." 

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy. 

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?" 

"Nope." You responded lips popping on the p. 

"You're really going to make me hex you?" He grumbled. 

You nodded making the boy let out another moan in protest before raising his wand and muttering "Rictusempra."

You immediately burst into giggles "You asshole." You spit out between laughs as a tickling sensation made you lose all other abilities. 

Sirius grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder like you were a doll. 

"I'm gonna kill you." You giggled unable to stop the laughter spurring from your mouth. 

"I'm so threatened." Sirius smirked back before plopping you down on his motorcycle and buckling his helmet on your y/h/c head. 

"Hold onto my waist, I don't want you to die." 

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high. 

"I'm on my way to changing my mind." He sighed sitting down trying to to flush as your arms hugged close to his waist your body shaking with giggles. 

He reversed the spell at the first stoplight you reached and then continued his way back to your house, your chest pressed to his back. When you pulled back up to your house it was growing dark out and you were beginning to question your entire existence. 

You groaned into Sirius leather jacket and banged your head onto his back. 

"Can we not going inside?" You asked hopefully, glancing at the house its windows glowing warmly, the door reminding you of an entrance to hell. 

"You got yourself into this one y/n/n, get yourself out." He shrugged before hopping off the motorcycle and snatching the helmet off your head. 

"Don't call me y/n/n and I didn't get myself into anything you guys are just all assholes." You spoke harshly.

"How was I possibly an asshole?" Sirius exclaimed. 

"Umm how about you hexed me and then forced me back to my house?" 

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated. 

"You were not!" You shot back, "You practically kidnapped me!" 

"You're impossible." Sirius scoffed at you before turning on his heel and heading inside. 

You scowled angry all over again before turning to face the house you knew you would have to walk into sooner or later. 

You paced back and forth for a second before biting your lip and walking slowly up your porch steps. You then slowly opened the door and slipped inside. You were greeted by the sound of laughter and the clatter of silverware. 

You poked your head cautiously around the corner to see your family seated for dinner. 

Sirius was serving himself some pasta while your mother talked to Lily and James messed with your dad. 

You felt your heart clench at how right it looked. The perfect son, the head boy and the quidditch star. The friend who needed help and received it, needing a family and getting one. And of course the perfect daughter. With red hair to match her robes and perfect grades. The head girl who would no doubt have an amazing life after school. 

You tried to imagine yourself at the table sitting in the empty seat, your head bent, staring at the food refusing to meet your parents eyes, your green shirt looking odd against the wave of red. The fact was that you didn't belong and never would. So you went upstairs snatched a blanket and a pillow and retreated to your basement. 

You plopped onto the couch and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You felt your eyes prick with tears as the image of the perfect family upstairs burned in your eyelids and you wanted to scream. 

You slammed your hands on to your closed eyelids, enjoying the pressure they provided, keeping tears behind them. Because the truth was as much as you hated your family you wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. You had spent your whole life attempting to get noticed, to simply be acknowledged as half the person they saw James as. But year after year you were left more and more broken. And now your parents fell in love with a girl they had known for only one night. It made you sick. Your hatred for Lily growing into a nightmarish beast. 

Your eyes popped open when you heard someone descending the stairs. You turned to see your brother leaning against the railing arms crossed eyebrows furrowed. 

"What do you want James?" You scoffed sitting up on your elbows. 

"What do I want?" James hissed, "I want to know why my sister is such a selfish prat." 

You sat all the way up glaring at your brother, "I'm the selfish one?" You glowered in disbelief. 

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat. 

You stood walking to meet your brother, "How in bloody hell was I being selfish?!" You growled. 

"How about slamming the door in Lily's face, or I don't know swearing at mom or maybe calling my girlfriend a bitch before running off to fairyland?!"James was yelling now his voice echoing off the small room."Your damned lucky Sirius offered to find you because I'm done with it!"

You shook your head, "Sirius said you sent him to get me. He was lying?" You asked softly, You silently wished him to say that he wanted you back, that he had sent him, that he had wanted you here.

"Of course I didn't!" James shouted "Not everything is about you!"

You felt your heart crumpled. He hadn't wanted you back. Hell, he would have been happier if you had stayed gone. You willed yourself not to cry, so instead you laughed, a crazy demonic sound ripping from your throat and escaping your lips, "Your right James!" You screeched, "Not everything is about me!" Your fire full smile broke into a sneer, "It's all about you." 

James looked taken aback for a second guilt flashing momentarily into his dark eyes before being replaced with anger. 

"It's all about you. You and your perfect grades and your perfect friends." You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "You and your quidditch bullshit, and your god damn bright fucking future!" You spat the words like venom from your mouth, "You and your bitchy girlfriend who's going to make the perfect little daughter in law!" You were now yelling your voice feeling raw as tears dripped off your chin. 

"Stop calling her a bitch!" James screamed back. 

Just then the door opened and Lily, Sirius and your parents came hurling down the stairs. 

"What in bloody hell is going on!" Sirus shouted but you ignored him. 

"I'm so sorry for calling shit as it is, your girlfriend is a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. BITCH!"  You wailed taking a step forward, you were now looking directly into your brothers eyes, just barley below him, less than a foot away. 

You saw his eyes burn, anger filling them, turning their dark brown pigment to black. 

And then he did something you would never imagine him to do in his life. 

James raised his hand and with one swift movement slapped you clean across the cheek

You heard a series or gasps and yells fall around you, your ears ringing slightly. You could feel where his hand had struck your skin, it was hot and thumping, a dull sting finding its home there. 

You slowly turned your head back to meet your brothers eyes which were now wide with surprise and guilt. 

You slowly removed the hand that had instinctively risen to your cheek and stared hurt and broken in front of your brother who's mouth had dropped open. 

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-" 

"Rot in hell Potter." You spat your voice deep and dark. And with that you sprinted up the stairs. 

As you began to move the world resumed and everyone else began to take action as well.

You saw James stumble backwards Lily beginning to go to him but Sirius beating her to it and reaching the boy himself. You then heard him yell something you were too delirious to understand before a thud was heard followed closely by another shriek. You shouldered past your parents as you accented the stairs, the fact that they didn't even spare you a glance stung more than a slap ever could. 

For the second time that day you sprinted out onto the street, the crisp air hitting your hot face in a refreshing blow. You stumbled into the night ignoring your bare feet and chilled arms. You had no destination in mind as you sprinted down the sidewalk, you only had a location to get as far as possible from. You wished you had been thinking enough to grab your purse, you could have gone to a bus stop and left to Merlin knows where. 

You made it four blocks before one of your feet caught behind your heel and you were flung to the ground by the ever cruel gravity. 

Your hands hit the damp cement first followed directly by your chin causing you to bite roughly down on your lip. 

You didn't even bother to move debating weather living was even worth it. You could taste the blood in your mouth and feel it seeping from your hands as you lay unmoving under the buzzing streetlamp. 

You were pretty sure you would have lay on that sidewalk, your body shaking with sobs, blood slowly filling your mouth until you died if a strong pair of arms hadn't swept you up. 

You instinctively buried your head into the familiar musky scent as Sirius pulled you close to him. 

"Hey, hey you're okay." He mumbled quietly into your hair, smoothing it clumsily down as he pulled your head into his chest. "You're okay, I've got you." 

You sobbed uncontrollably into Sirius as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear and held you close to him. 

"I-im sorry." You choked out eventually,  pulling away from the boy slightly. 

"What on earth are you sorry for love?" Sirius chuckled softly pushing the damp hair from your face. 

"I think I got your jacket wet." You muttered a soft smile darting onto your lips. 

Sirius let out a soft laugh, "You are ridiculous." His smile disappeared when he saw your lip.

"I'm okay." You muttered wiping the blood from you lips with a wince. 

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly. 

He watched your face deflate and he realized that was probably the first time that someone hadn't let you lie to them. Hadn't let you hide behind the thick walls you had built. He called your bluff and it was unfamiliar and strange to you. 

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

"James didn't send you. He told me."

Sirius flushed before shaking his head he definitely needed to change the subject, "James is an idiot." 

"He's your friend." You shrugged. 

"Yeah well I don't know if that's true anymore." 

You knotted your eyebrows, "Why's that?" 

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out." 

Your mouth dropped.

"If it was anyone else that hit you I would have killed them on the spot." He murmured.

You smiled slightly torn at the idea of your brother getting knocked out by his best friend. 

Sirius decided that you needed something desperately, the same thing he had needed when he left home. 

"Let's get you a drink." 

Your eyes rose to meet his a bit uncertain, before you nodded, "Please."

Sirius smiled as he pulled you to his motorcycle, lazily tucking the helmet onto your head and buckling it for you, his face dancing red at the proximity of your soft pink lips.

You walked into the bar Sirius at your arm. The two of you sat on the stools and Sirius used a bit of magic to order your drinks. 

He handed you a shot of vodka setting one in front of himself. 

You glanced down at the small glass then back up at Sirius before shrugging and raising swiftly to your lips. 

Sirius did the same laughing brightly when he saw your face scrunched in discomfort. 

"That was disgusting!" You coughed, laughing a bit, "Get me another one!" 

Sirius burst into laughter once again ordering you both another round, "This is the last one though, I don't want to have to take you home drunk." He said eyebrows raised. 

You smiled back, downing the second shot a bit more easily than the last, enjoying the warmth that twirled down your throat to your stomach. 

Sirius and you left, you a bit tipsy, him seemingly sober. 

"Let's get you home." He muttered smiling about at your beaten and battered form. 

Suddenly you broke free of him and stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the side of the building. 

"I don't want to go home." You pouted. 

"Sorry Y/n we have got to go back." Sirius sighed. 

"I'M NOT GOING BACK!" You yelled harshly, anger flowing through you. 

"Y/n/n come on it's not that bad, let's head back." Sirius sighed sympathetically. 

"I know your parents were shit Sirius, but at least they were terrible people!" You yelled. 

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

"Your parents were terrible people right?" You slurred a bit.

Sirius nodded.

"And they hated you because you weren't like them, you weren't s-somebody who would kill a-and hurt, so they hated you for being different. For being a good person." You rambled tears slowly falling from your cheeks.

"Y/n/n we seriously need to get you home." Sirius grumbled worriedly. 

"You're not listening to me!" You screeched taking a step back. 

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

"My parents hate me for the same reason, because I'm different and I'm not like them." Your voice breaking mid sentence stabbing Sirius in the chest. 

"And because they are 'good people' and they are nice and kind and heros being different than them means I'm a terrible person." Tears now rolled coolly down your check leaving silver streaks in their wake. 

Sirius' face crumbled, "No, no, no. Y/n your not a terrible person, your a great person." He gushed rushing forward to capture you in his embrace. 

"Then why do they hate me?" You asked voice small and weak. 

"They don't hate you y/n. They love you." He mumbled softly one hand wrapping around your waist while the other gripped your head softly pulling you into him. 

You shook your head slowly afraid if you spoke anymore that your eyes would flood with tears once again. 

"Hey." Sirius murmured, causing your big y/e/c eyes to look up at him. "They love you, James loves you" 

You looked away from his stormy grey eyes tired of hearing lies. 

"Hey." He repeated bring your attention back to the storms resting behind his head. "I love you." 

His whisper resonated through the chilled air, like the final note of an orchestra, the strings still not unmoving. You stared at him in wonder. Then your stood on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck slowly pulling him toward you. 

Your lips connected in a sweet, salty kiss. The taste of blood and alcohol lingering between you. You felt his slightly chapped lips moved smoothly against yours making your heart flutter as your hand played with his dark locks, his own finding your waist and pulling you towards him. 

You pulled away softly gasping lightly for air as your noses brushed lightly. Sirius' own heavy breaths tickling your face as your foreheads leaned together. 

"I-I t-think I love you too Sirius." You fumbled lightly with your words. 

He simply responded by reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharpness of alcohol. You tasted like a sin, his tongue dancing across your lips before they opened allowing it to slip inside. 

When you finally pulled away for the second time. You looked into his glassy storm filled eyes brushing his cheek gently with your thumb. 

"I need you." You whispered quietly into the night. And for the first time in a long time you felt loved.

Part 2

Masterlist

#sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #sirius black x reader #sirius black x oc #sirius black x you #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #sirius black #sirius #harry potter au #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagines #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter x oc #james potter #james potter imagines #marauders imagines #marauders au #marauders roleplay #marauders era #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin x oc #draco imagines

[ally-writes-many-things]

Carmen Ann (Jay Halsted)

Summary: Your water breaks while on a babymoon.

Words: 1096

Requested: yes

Prompts:

Warnings or A/N:

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

You looked at your husband and smiled. You loved his protectiveness but it was starting to annoying. "She's not coming for another few weeks. I'll be fine. She'll be fine,"

You were eight months pregnant, you and your husband wanted to go on a baby moon for like a week before your daughter came. "And besides its not like we are going somewhere exotic. We are litterally just going to my cabin,"

This cabin belonged to your grandparents but when they died, they left the cabin to you. Fully paid off.

"That is thrity minutes out of town. forty-five away from the hospital,"

"Jay, stop worrying. She won't come. Now finishing packing, you worry-wort,"

You tried to walk away to finish packing but Jay grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "I just don't want you to go into early labor,"

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Even if I do go into labor. She'll be fine. I promise. The doctors have said that if I give birth at anytime, she wont be premature,"

---

Will and Jay were grilling while you were sunbathing. Yes, you let Will come becuase him and Natalie just broke things off and you know he needed some time away. So you decided to let him come. You walked up to them and kissed Jay. "How long?"

"About ten minutes,"

You nodded and walked into the cabin and started getting the paper plates out and other stuff ready for it. You hummed to yourself, smiling, thinking about all the barbqeues that Jay and you were going to have with your daughter as well as Will and when she get older her friends. You were going to give this little girl everything that you didn't experince when you were little. Your parents werent the worst parents out there but they weren't the best either. You were taken care of but they constantly belittled you, never took you out to the movies or celebrated your birthdays, or even bbq'd. You never truly knew what love was until you met Jay four years ago.

      You dated for about 3 years before he proposed. You had only been married about a month before you found out you were pregnant. You were scared about what Jay would say but he was over the moon. Your parents hated that you were getting married to a cop but you would think that getting pregnant and them having a grandchild, would finally make them happy...well you guess wrong. They weren't.

You heard your phone go off in your purse that was sitting on the kitchen counter. You walked over to your purse and got your phone out. You saw that it was your mom calling. You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Yes, Mother?"

"Just calling to check up on you and see if you're still alive,"

You rolled your eyes. Your mother thought that you were going to get killed or kidnapped cause what Jay does for a living. She doesn't seem to understand that Jay is apart of the best unit in Chicago and you weren't worried. "I'm fine. Jay wouldn't let that happen,"

"You know I still can't believe you got married to him,"

You didn't answer, she didn't even notice as she countined to talk. "It's not to late to get a divorce,"

"We are married and I'm pregnant with his child. I'm not going to get a divorced just because YOU don't approve. Deal with it and if you can't. Don't come to the hospital when OUR daughter is born and also don't talk to me again,"

You hung up the phone and turned it off. You turned and saw Jay and Will just now walking into the kitchen. Jay looked at you, face full of concern. "Everything okay? You looked flustered,"

"Just the mother of mine,"

Before Jay could even answer, Will answered. "I don't like that woman,"

He quickly added no offense when he looked at me.

Jay looked at his brother. "There no offense taken. She doesn't like her mother either. Neither do I,"

---

You walked out of the bedroom and cawled into bed. You snuggled up next to Jay as he was talking on the phone to what sounded his partner. "Send me what you got and I will see if I can notice anything,"

"Yeah, probably,"

"Alright, I'll talk to you if I find anything,"

You hit him in the arm when he got off the phone. "This is suppose to be a work-free vacation, Halstead,"

"Well, Halstead, they needed a fresh pair of eyes. They are out of leads and its going cold. After I look at this case, I will turn off my phone and just be here with you and Will okay?"

You looked at me for a few minutes before hitting me again playfully. "Okay,"

Jay chuckles as he rubs the spot I hit him in twice.

-

A few hours after you went to sleep, you woke up in the most pain you ever had. You ripped the covers off you and you saw that you were laying in a huge wet spot. If it hadn't been for the intense contractions, you would've thought you pee'd yourself. "Jay,"

He didn't budge. You reached over to him and pushed him off the bed. He sits up and looked at you and before he could say anything, he noticed that you were sitting in the wet spot. "Water break?"

You nodded. "I think so,"

An intense contraction hit after you said that. "Yeah, no. There's no thinking. I'm in labor,"

Jay nodded. "WILL!"

Jay jogged over to your side and helped you off the bed and by the time, you got to the door, Will was in the frame. "What's going on?"

"She's in labor. Grab my truck keys and open the backseat door open,"

You and Jay were in the backseat while WIll was driving. You were fifteen minutes away from the hospital but you felt the baby crowning. "Jay, the baby is crowning, you're going to have to deliver it,"

Jay tells Will to pull over and he starts telling you to push and with in minutes, you hear your daughter's frist cry.

---

"Halstead, now you're on of those cops that can say that delivers a baby and your baby for that matter,"

You smiled at Natalie and looked over at your husband with your little girl in his arms. "She's a beautiful and healthy. What did you name her?"

"Carmen Ann Halstead,"

#chicago pd #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x imagine #one chicago

[lia-the-potato05]

Revenge

Reader (Ler) x Jungkook (Lee)

Description: Jungkook loves scaring the crap out of you and you just had enough of it. After an interesting information you heard from Jimin you decided to take revenge

Author: Eyyy I'm back...with another fic. I feel like this is a mess because I didnt even bother to proofread this (Im hella lazy sorry mate). Uhm anyways let's get on with the fic

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"Boo!" You turned back and screamed, falling to the ground scared as hell after you saw a scary clown infront of you.

"Haha got you!" The clown then removed his mask revealing your best friend Jungkook "Oh my gosh have you seen your face? That was Hilarious" He started laughing his ass off

"Ugh!" You grunted as you stood up fixing yourself "Jungkook!" You screamed at him

Jungkook ignored you and continued laughing as he turned around, walking away from you.

"That f*cking prick" You said through gritted teeth.

Jungkook just recently knew how easily scared you get. And because he is known as the Evil Maknae he has been scaring you every now and then. He was a fond of your reaction when you get scared. You were extremely annoyed of his doings and worst of all he manages to get away from it aswell

•••

Up until now you were still upset with what Jungkook has been doing to you. Your arms were crossed and frustration was written all over your face. "Y/N are you ok?" You turned your head to owner of the Voice which was Jimin's.

"I'm good" You said. Knowing it was a lie Jimin sat himself next to you

"C'mon Y/N I'm your friend, I know you better than that. Now tell me what's wrong"

You sighed "It's nothing, really...Just so f*cking annoyed with that muscle bunny!" you slammed your fist against the table in front of you startling Jimin

"Chill" Jimin said

"How can I?! Ugh! He does it all the damn time! and gets away with it aswell" You pouted with your arms crossed

"Since we're friends I might have something that can surely help you" You tilted your head in confusion. Jimin then gestured you to come closer for him to whisper something into you ear.

After hearing what Jimin has said a smirk formed on your face as began mentally planning your revenge on Jungkook

Oh Jeon Jungkook you are so gonna get what's coming for you

•••

It was a Saturday morning. Jimin has given you an extra key to Jungkook's apartment. You entered his place and found him asleep like you expected him to be. You were lucky he was the type of person who wakes up late aswell. Perfect for you to continue your plan

You cleared out his bed making sure only Jungkook was on top if it. You then positioned him into an X position (which was hard by the way because he had an odd sleeping position and he was hella heavy). You then took out the straps tying his wrists and ankles to the bed post making sure he wouldn't be able to move once he woke up.

Once that was done. You took out items from your bag such as Feathers, Baby Oil and an electric toothbrush. After everything was all set all you have to do now is to wait for the muscle bunny to wake up. I mean you can start right now if you wanted too but where's the fun in that? You wanted to see his reaction first.

•••

After what felt like years (it was only an hour actually) Jungkook finally woke up. The boy tried pulling his arms down only to find them stuck above his head "What the f*ck?" He tugged on both his arms and ankles only to find out that he was strapped

Jungkook turned to his side to see you sleeping on his study table. "Y/N!"

His yelling suddenly woke you "Huh what?" You said, you wiped the drool off your mouth, letting out a yawn then stretched a little. "Oh your finally awake" You looked at Jungkook with a smile

"What the hell is this Y/N?!" Jungkook asked glaring at you

"Why that's my revenge dear friend" You stood up walking towards him

"You know if you wanted to f*ck me you could have just asked" You looked at the smirking bunny in disbelief after hearing his snarky remark.

"Eww no, What I had in mind for you is something different" You smirk back at him "Just you wait"

Without further a do you then sat on stomach. "You sure you don't plan on f*cking me?"

"You pervert!" You slapped him, not too hard though and he just laughed at your reaction "Oh laugh all you want, I'm gonna make sure of it"

You took out the baby oil and started rubbing it against his exposed stomach (He was shirtless). "Nice revenge there" You rolled your eyes at him, you ignored what he said and continued on

Once you finished you took out a feather. Jungkook looked at you now aware what this little revenge you planned is all about. But he is Jungkook the Golden Maknae he does not show fear well...that failed today

"What's wrong Kook? Afraid of a feather?" You smirked at him. It didn't start but I know this will be so much fun

"What? No! It's just a feather what's there to be afraid of?" The maknae said with confidence laced in his voice but oh how nervous he felt inside. I am so gonna regret this later on

You raised your eyebrows at him expecting that kind of attitude "Ok, then you won't mind me doing this then" You then slowly dragged the feather around his toned stomach drawing random patterns

Jungkook started biting his lip trying to hide his laughter. But it was so damn hard, it felt too ticklish.

"What's with the face Jungkook? You seem rather ticklish" You smirked

"I am not ticklish!" He yelled

"Oh I see" You then stood up

Jungkook thought it was over but boy was he wrong. He suddenly felt you rubbing oil over his foot. "I wonder what will happen if I do this?" You said wiggling your fingers on his bare sole.

"S-stop that!" Jungkook said a small giggle escaping his mouth. His eyes widened after realising it

"What's that? Is that a giggle I heard?"

"Nope, you heard nothing! You're just crazy!" He spat out making you gasp

"Well that wasn't nice, we can't let that slip now can we" You started using your nails scratching his bare two feet fastly.

Jungkook balled up his hands into fist, eyes tightly shut trying his best to bare it "C'mon Kook laugh for me" You teased

And just like that he realized he couldn't take it any longer so he decided to let it out "Oohohohohokaaayyy I'm tihihihihihicckliiisshhh nohohohoww pleheheheheaaseee stopppp!" He laughed loudly wiggling around the bed like a mad man. He tried tugging on his ankles to escape your wiggling fingers but sadly it stayed in place

"I know you are sweetie, look at how well you are reacting. But this is just the beginning" You finally stopped tickling his feet as you then went to get the electric toothbrush, two electric toothbrushes

"Now Y/N let's not have any of that please! I'm sorry! I won't mess with you again" Jungkook pleaded

"Hm let me think for a second" You said looking up, tapping your chin as if your thinking "Nahhh I'm having so much fun I don't think I wanna stop" You then turned on the two electric toothbrush with an evil smile as you went to his feet again using the electric toothbrush on them.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" He let out a cackly laugh as he began wiggling once again wanting to escape.

Already having enough with his feet you then positioned yourself back to sitting on his stomach and roaming the electric brushes around his upper body, from his sides to his tummy then to his ribs. At this point Jungkook's face was red as a tomato and warm tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Because you are so kind you turned the two electric toothbrushes off and set them at the side. Allowing Jungkook to have a quick break.

You watch Jungkook catch his breath heavily panting "My my Jungkook you are the most ticklish person I have ever met, Even Jimin can't beat your level of ticklishness (it's not a real word but eh😂)"

"I've never been tickled this much before" He said

"Yeah? I bet you enjoyed it"

"Did not!" Jungkook lied. He unexpectedly enjoyed it. He didn't know why but he just did. Of course there is no way his gonna admit that.

"You know there's this one spot I haven't tried yet" You smirked, you decided to use your fingers this time. To tease him you started wiggling your fingers  above his face then slowly you bring it down to a specific area

Jungkook realised where your fingers were going. He looked at you in horror "No Y/N! Don't you dare!"

"Oh I do"

"Y/N no no no no no n-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" You were now tickling Jungkook's armpits. And so far you received the best reaction out of the other areas you tickled

Jungkook was harshly tugging on the straps and head shaking side to side "IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCCHHH" Jungkook screamed through laughter

You giggled "I can see that"

It's been 20 since you were torturing his armpits, poking them, scratching them, using the tickle tools on them."I cahahahahan't tahahahake it aanymohohohore"

"Almost done!" You blew raspberry on his left armpit

"Stohohohohop" Then u blew again on his right armpit "Pleheheheheaaseee"

"Last but not least" You said then did a final blow to his tummy. Jungkook's laughed has now turned silent.

After that was over you then untied hus wrists and ankles.

Jungkook was extremely exhausted. His hair was messy, he was sweating, his tummy was hurting from laughing, his cheeks were hurting from smiling a lot. but nonetheless he still he enjoyed.

"Hey Look Listen..." He looked at you scratching his nape "I'm sorry for scaring you the past few days, I have totally learned my lesson and I wont do it again"

"Don't worry I already forgive you" You smiled at him

"I-I don't like like admitting this but you're right...I did enjoyed it" You looked at him surprised.

"Really now?" You grinned at him with your eyebrows raised "Guess I have to do it more often then"

Maybe you should

[vcdbtch]

Car Accidents

Merlin x Arthur fic.

Car Accidents. Crying. Hugging. Kissing. Established relationship. Minor character injury

It was a regular Monday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, everything was how it should be. Arthur was in his second business meeting of the day, slumped down in his seat as he listened to his Father drone on and on about their new clients.

It felt like an eternity before the meeting ended and his father let everyone out for a 10 minute break. Arthur immediately stood up out of his chair and walked out of the room, eager for a nice cup of coffee and a sandwich. He talked to a few of his co workers for a few minutes while he waited for his lunch and once he finally got it, he walked to the break room and sat down.

He took his phone out of his pocket and waited for it to turn on while simultaneously eating his sandwich. He furrowed his eyebrow when he saw he had 19 missed calls and text messages from either Morgana or Gwen.

Straight away he knew something was wrong, both girls knew Arthur had meetings all morning and they wouldn't call if it was an emergency. He decided to call Morgana first because he knew she would pick up straight away.

"Finally, why the fuck aren't you answering your damn phone?" She yelled.

"Gana, i had meetings all morning. What's wrong?"

"Merlin and his mother were in a car accident"

Arthur instantly stood up in his seat and raced out the door. "What do you mean they were in a car accident?, Are they okay?" he yelled as he sprinted through the halls of the building until he finally got to the elevator.

"Hunith's fine but Merlin, Arthur it was really bad. He was flown to the hospital by helicopter 2 hours ago and they wont let us see him"

"I'm coming, i'll be there soon" Arthur said before he hung up the phone and raced out of the elevator.

Arthur felt like he could collapse at any moment. His heart was pounding against his rib cage so hard he swore he could see it through his shirt. His mind was swimming with so many questions and emotions he thought for sure he would get distracted. Tears were now streaming down his face as he pulled into the emergency room parking lot.

He jumped out of the car and sprinted into the building, not stopping until he got to the waiting room where all of Merlin's friends were waiting. Upon his arrival, Hunith stood up and walked over to him, wrapping him in a warm hug. When they pulled apart Arthur noticed a few scratches on her cheek but other than that she seemed to be okay.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked her.

"physically, yes" Hunith smiled

"have you heard anything?"

Hunith shook her head and lead him to a seat next to her and Gwen. He took a deep breath and rested his head on the wall as he anxiously drummed his fingers on his knees.

"what happened?" Arthur asked after almost 10 minutes of silence. He turned to look at hunith with tears in his eyes as he watched her expression.

"A drunk driver hit his side of the car and sent us rolling down a small hill. His seatbelt must have been cut because he was thrown through the windshield"

Arthur choked back a sob and closed his eyes. All he could do was sit back and imagine Merlin's fragile body being rolled around like a rag doll, only to be thrown through the windshield and landing god knows where.

***

"Arthur, stop pacing" Morgana said for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"i can't help it, if i stop moving then my imagination runs wild and i think the worst" Arthur sighed and turned on his heel once again.

Hunith smiled fondly as she watched her sons boyfriend nervously pace back and forth as he mumbled incoherent words under his breath, "you're just like Merlin"

Arthur finally stopped pacing and looked at her with a confused expression, "how so?"

"Do you remember when you were 17 and you had your tonsils out?"

"Of course i do, it hurt like hell"

Hunith chuckled in understanding and continued, "Merlin sat in the waiting room with Morgana, your father and i. The entire time you were in surgery he was pacing back and forth anxiously as he mumbled something under his breath, just like you're doing now"

"I remember that" Gwen chuckled, "he kept saying he would kill you if you died "

Arthur smiled sadly as he walked over to his chair and slumped back down, "do you think he's going to be okay?"

Hunith smiled as best she could and grasped his hand, "i don't know sweetie, i really don't"

*** It was 4 more unbearable hours of crying and waiting until the Surgeon finally came to the waiting room. Arthur shot up on his feet so fast he almost tripped on the chair but he didnt care.

"he's going to be fine. His heart stopped for a few seconds but we were able to get it going again. He had some internal bleeding but we managed to stop it in time. He has a few broken ribs and a punctured spinal cord but he should fully recover. We put him in a medically induced coma for the time being, we just have to wait until he wakes up"

The group let out a collective sigh and gave Arthur and Huntih friendly hugs, "can we see him?"

The surgeon seemed reluctant but nodded, "it's probably best only one of you goes in"

Hunith turned to Arthur and smiled, gently pushing him forward, "go see him, make sure he's okay for me"

"A-are you sure?"

"yes, now go"

Arthur gave her a hug and sprinted after the surgeon who was halfway down the corridor. The two went into an elevator to the second floor which was the ICU unit. As soon as he got to the room his heart started to pound in his chest. The man gave him a reassuring smile before he turned to leave.

Arthur took a deep breath and walked in the room. The second he got a glimpse of his boyfriend's figure on the bed everything inside him broke and he ran towards the bed. He leant down next to Merlin's head and sobbed into his shoulder. It seemed like hours had passed when he finally cried himself out of tears and sat down on the chair next to the bed, gripping Merlin's hand tight.

His eyes darted all over his fragile frame and Arthur thought his heart would shatter right there and then. He had many cuts and bruises all over his body, one of the main area's being his chest. One of his eyes was completely swollen shut and the other had traces of purple bruises showing underneath. He had a large gash above his eyebrow that had been stitched but Arthur could still tell it was a large wound. His lips were chapped and pale with a few spots of blood on them.

*** A month later Merlin woke up. A month of Arthur sitting by his bedside, holding his hand in a tight grip as he stared at his boyfriend's face. He took time of work which his father wasn't too happy about but he understood Arthur needed to be there in case Merlin woke up so he got Morgana to cover for him which she was more than happy to do. He stayed by Merlin's side all day and all night, everyday for a month. He would only leave Merlin's side to get something to eat or go to the bathroom. Morgana brought him a bag of clothes and toiletries so he never had to leave the hospital to shower.

Arthur was sitting on the chair next to Merlin's bed, his head lying on the pillow and his hand still tightly holding his. He was desperately trying to keep his eyes from drifting closed when he felt Merlin's hand gently squeeze his. He shot his head up and was met with Merlin's breathtaking blue eyes looking back at him.

He let out a happy sob and wrapped his arms around his boyfriends small shoulders, nuzzling his face into his raven curls. It wasn't until he heard Merlin's hoarse voice did he lean back to look into his eyes.

"Thank fuck you're okay" Arthur breathed out and pressed a soft kiss to Merlin's forehead.

"you can't get rid of me dollop head" Merlin smiled weakly.

Arthur chuckled weakly as he leant back down and pressed their lips together. His heart fluttered when he felt Merlin's lips move against his desperatly. Arthur ran his thumb over Merlin's sharp cheek bones as a way of making sure this was actually real and not one of his dreams.

"I love you so much, Merlin" Arthur sobbed as he rested his forhead against the others.

Merlin brought his hands around Arthur's neck and gently twisted his blonde locks around his fingers, "i love you too"

#hurt merlin #merthur #love #gay #arthur pendragon

[donnieyaoi]

My #8 tmnt lemon.

Pairing: donnie x galaxy (oc)

After that night...I developed huge feeling for him. I know he's my brother..but I just, I just...loved him not as a brother, But a crush! Anyway, I was on break, talking to the others..when I felt a tap on my shoulder. At first I thought it was the boss, but when I turned around, It was a neko..With multi coloured eyes...pink ears and a magenta tail. I was speechless...He looked so cute!! He looked about 15 or 16, so I was wondering why somebody like him...would be in a sleezy place like this.

"Excuse me? May you lead me to the bathroom..I'm a bit lost." I nodded quickly and led him to the bathroom. He thanked me, and I smiled happily. I always felt warm after helping someone, because..I don't know. Well, before heading out he gave me a slip of paper, and winked at me, tounge sticking out. I was perplexed until I read the paper. It said

'Hope I see you around!

Number:113-446-882 ;3 ♡'

I squealed, and felt my cheeks flush. Giggling I put into my pocket and got back to my spot. When I arrived home, everyone was already fast asleep. So I crept into my room and typed the number into my t - phone. After a few rings he finally picked up!

"Oh..*yawn* hello!"

"Sorry for calling you, i-i was just seeing if it was yours. I'll hang up-"

"No..no its fine! Sorry I wasn't answering, I didn't know it was you!"

"It's ok...you were just being careful. And I understand that! You don't know who's on the other end."

"Mmhm. So anyway, I didn't properly introduce myself. My names galaxy! What's yours?"

"Um...donatello, but just call me donnie!"

"Wow...that's an cat-rific name! I wish mine was that cool."

"What?! Are you joking? Your name...IS SO MUCH MORE AMAZING!! It's rare, and it suits you, because your cat features are the same colours! But mine...is just bland-"

" WHO ON EARTH ARE YOU!! AND WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY SON!!"

"Ah!" I jumped out of my shell! I dropped my phone as I'm presuming, the mother hung up..

~ with galaxy~

"WHY on earth are you Talking to STRANGERS!? You know what happened the last time!" My mother screamed. I hissed angrily at her.

"He isn't a stranger! I met him before, his name is donnie! I met him at the st-" I covered my mouth, mum looked at me, suspicious.

"Darling, WHERE did you meet this donnie boy? At the star parlor? At-" she stopped, and growled.

"Yes at the s-"

"You went to the STRIP CLUB didn't you! What have I told you about that place!? It's full of discusting perverts!" I tried coming up with a excuse...

"I was coming home from school, and I needed the bathroom.. so I just went into the first place I saw! And then I met donnie, he shown me the way..and I gave him my number, because he seemed nice and I wanted us to hang out!" Ok well..that was actually the truth.

My mum sat down beside my and rubbed my shoulder.

"I'm sorry baby, but I really don't like you in that environment..and just because donnie helped you, doesn't mean he is a good person." She kissed my forehead and turned of the light..

~ with donnie~ 3 months later...

I felt really down...because I really wanted to know galaxy better, but I guess I can't! We were starting to exchange info...I was never going to see him again. But I had to stay strong and keep my clients happy, so I forced myself to smile and be polite. I was surprised when I saw him again...He talked to the boss and pointed at me. So I just plastered on a fake grin and walked him to a room.

When I shut the door, I noticed his eyes were all bloodshot and poofy..and I suddenly felt guilty..I felt it was...my fault! He looked at me and smiled weakly. And it just made my eyes tear up..I ran over and bent to his knees, crying.

"I'm so sorry! It's my fault! It's all my fault!!" I griped his knee sadly. I heard him gasp, and stroke my head.

"I should of Never! Never~ spoke to you...then you wouldn't this way~" I wailed. He held me close and he started sniffing.

"No...Please don't blame yourself...shh." I shivered, BUT it WAS!! I griped his clothing, and whimpered.

~ galaxy's pov~

I don't want to tell you in detail about what he did, but I'll tell you 2 things

It was mating season.

It wasn't his fault, he couldn't help it..

He did something to me, that I didn't want to do...and ever since he's been telling me it was his fault, and that he's a discusting creep...and the worst pervert alive...which isn't true! Yes, he did do something bad...but, I kinda liked it. My ears drooped, and I wrapped my tail around him.

He looked up at me, guilt and self hate plastered on his face. I sighed, and kissed his head, making his mouth open..He was clearing surprised by this. Like, he weren't expecting it. He hung his head..

"How could you EVER forgive me...want to speak to me. ..or even look at me? After what I put you through, I'm perplexed as to why...you still consider me even an aquantience!" He looked at his hands in sad discust. I held them, but he only pulled away.

"Don't touch me! I'm a...A! Disrespectful, horney rapist! Just like your mother said...and she's right..IM NOT A NICE PERSON!! I'm just like these people in here, BUT worse!!" He grabbed my phone and started swiping and clicking buttons, with a upset, but phyco smile on his face.

"What are you doing?!" I snatched it of him, and it was open on the gallery...It was empty. He started gigging...and grinned, and he took it of me again. He longingly held his finger on the screen, and after a few minutes he gave to me.

"What did you do!" I gasped. All our photos we took together were gone! Wiped of my phone like they never existed...but, my selfies and pics I took with family and friends were still there. He suddenly started laughing hysterically, but nothing was funny!

" I deleted every piece of memory of me. So then you forget me! You'll thank me one day..If you remember me that is. And I beg you, please do not mope over me, there ain't no point in wasting HOURS of your time doing that!" He stroked my ears and left me there, lonely....

~ donnies pov~

Finally! FINALLY HE WONT FEEL SORROW!! I laughed all the way home. Leo was surprised to see me home so early, and I just cried and kept on laughing all the way to my room. I crouched in the corner, and thought of the posative future ahead of sweet, little galaxy!

I bet his mum's proud of him! I would be, if my child let go of somebody who's a forceful person. I'd praise them for being brave and getting through it! I heard my door creak open, and all three of my brother stood there, staring at me worried. I just eyed them and grinned.

Mikey came over and asked,

" Hey why are you in the corner? Is something wrong...did somebody hurt you?" I shook my head and yelled..

"NO! I'm just happy galaxy doesn't haft to cope with a rapist anymore!" Mikey looked relieved.

"Oh. Who was it? Did they get caught-"

"Your looking right at him.." I smiled. Mikey looked horrified, and slowly backed away from me. Leo and raph just froze in the doorway. I hugged my knees and rocked back and forth as raph went to get sensai.

Father approached me, holding his hand out to me. If ONLY they'd just leave me like galaxy did..I turned away, and I heard leo whisper into fathers ear, and sensai 's eyes widened. I got up slowly, and ran to the stands full of pictures. Where I grabbed any picture that had me in it.

"Come any closer and I'll make you forget me for good!" I confirmed, showing the photos.

"Don..think about what your doing.." leo said inching closer. I smiled smugly and laughed.

"I am! I'm thinking about ALL your futures, and how they'd be WITH OUT me!" I started to slowly tear apart the precious memories of us. Sensai looked at me with pleading eyes..but I just carried on ripping.

"But don't worry, I won't burn your pieces. Just mine. So you'll still have your sides. And I beg you, don't mope over me, their ain't no point in wasting hours doing that!" When they were fully ripped, I placed their sides neatly back into the frames, and threw mine in the flames! Then I slammed my door shut and locked it.

~ galaxy's pov~

I...can't believe it..He deleted his phone number and text thing of my phone..so now I can't call or text him! He may think he deleted all memory of him, but he forgot about my picture album of us both. I skimmed every page and started to cry, we looked so happy back then..at the fair. And when he always came round for a sleep over..and when we just hung out!

I hope his family are helping him out. At dinner I barley ate my cat chow..and my mother asked,

"What's the matter honey? You look upset." I told her everything that happened..and when I'd finished, she didn't look synthetic..but furious at him.

"HE...TOUCHED YOUR PHONE!! AND DELETED YOUR MEMORIES!!? that's it!! I'm going STRAIGHT to his home and having a CHAT WITH HIS SENSAI!!" She immediately stood up, and got her coat on. I desperately tried explaining why he did, but she just ignored me and locked the door behind her.

~ donnies pov~

I could hear the muffled yells of galaxy's mother, and the muffled exclaims of my dad...I knew he'd mouth off to his mom, and I'm pleased he did! I deserve whatever punishment sensai gives me..but if it not bad enough, I'll force him to give me a WORSE one!

I cluched my head, I felt overly exited, about the punishment that I started laughing insanely! Will it be that he ended me...OR kicked me out?!?! I laughed harder and louder at the thought of them! I heard sudden footsteps in my room, and I turned to see..galaxy!?

"D.." I looked away, no! That's a hallucination..he's NOT HERE! I threw my head back, and cried hard. I felt a comforting hand touch my shoulder, and I scardly backed away..

"Don..Please look! Look at these pictures of us!" I didn't believe he was in here! I curled up in a ball and screamed, I was going I - insane!! He cupped my chin and shown me our old time photos. My eyes shrunk to the size of a nut...

This is a part 1..I know there isn't any romance but,there will be..In part 2 :3 bai! ♡☆