#I’ll be monitoring his weight but honestly

[flock-talk]

Special babby boys get to break their diet routines

#I’ll be monitoring his weight but honestly #my concern is him suddenly dropping #bc of depression #not gaining #so he can have as much as he wants whenever he wants right now

[futureplayboibunnie]

Mistakes

Miguel O’Hara x spidey!fem! reader

Will Miguel let you in?

Miguel angst is MY thing fr, this is another self serve fic tbh. GOD i love this one, he’s so damaged and broken like fr we can fix him. I’ll probably do a part 2 bc writing this had be squealling

it’s been a hot minute. i’m on holiday for a month and i genuinely used my phone for this one. giggles

Miguel honestly felt like a ghost story as of late. He had been hiding out in his mancave a lot longer than what was deemed usual by the others and no one really had the incentive to find out what the hell he was doing and why the hell he wasn’t leaving.

More like no one wanted to have their spinal chord ripped out and dangling in front of them.

Miguel was as complicated as ever, his aggression seemed to be boundless and his drive a never ending abundance of determination. Though he was admirable as a leader, he was almost impossible to see through. It was his knack. His ge ne sais quois. He was a calloused man, haunted by demons he couldn’t escape- not because he wanted to, but because he would lose the last memory he had when he was genuinely happy. And that was with his daughter. Who he lost. Who he was responsible for losing. It had been almost a month since anyone had seen him. It was most definitely a period of self isolation for him, but it had been too long for the other spiders without a leader. They needed him, so did you.

It was bothering you now, what the hell was he up to? Did brooding really cost this much time? It seemed either ridiculous or…unsettling. You didn’t know which one you prefered. Day after day or constant wondering sent your mind spinning frok fraction to fraction: all you could do was wonder, be slightly irritated and…concerned about him all at once. Miguel was always on time, always prepared and valued hypervigilance and attentiveness…so why wasn’t he following his own moral code?

You told Gwen that you should check on him to make sure he was still fucking alive. She heavily disagreed with the idea but even Jess didn’t know what had gotten into him. Unlucky for them, they didn’t know the secret spot into his lair you find the first day of getting into the Society. The tour of HQ was quite enlightening, the amount of hidey holes were insane. Your heart was racing at the idea of visiting him unannounced, but you hated this and it was getting frustrating. Hell, you weren’t scared of him and you made it very known to him.

You decided to go late at night when no one else was at HQ. Jesus, if he was still here at 3 in the morning then he really was reeling… and no-one was there to pull him back from the unending void. Miguel’s hidey hole was on his ceiling so you quite literally had crawl through his vents which was very humbling and quite a blow to your blossoming ego. After that embarrassment, you were irked and already impatient. He better have a damn good reason for being like this.

Your crawled out of the vent at let your adhesive fingers crawl around the shadows of his cool, airy lair. Your eyes scanned around, it seemed void of any personality, no personal effects or anythint tying him back to his humanity. It wasn’t surprising but…saddening. You crawled further down the wall to get a closer look. It was a mess: broken tech, metal pieces, vials and serums stewn over the floor like it was just collected dust that just happened to land there. You tilted your head even more- there were weights and water bottles everywhere, he must have been extensively working out…or physically pushing himself as punishment. What really caught onto you though was the many monitors that were indented with a fist…his fist. Your mood soured at the latter. Turning your head to his platform, you finally found him, standing snd staring at his orange screens blankly, breathing heavily. His back tense and his gaze weary as he watched the last good memory he had with his daughter play out on his screen. In this light you could see the illumination on his cheeks. He’d been crying. The thought alone made you freeze. The portrait of the Miguel you knew was crumbling between your fingers, as you glanced at the screen you saw him happy, smiling. You weren’t sure if he’s done that ever since then.

You crawled out of the shadows, inching further and further down the wall next to the platform, wanting to make your presence known. When was the last time anyone comforted this man? When was the last time he wasn’t filled with grief and anger?

“Miguel?” You say softly as not to startle him, but with his lack of Spider senses he definitely was startled. He jumped and grabbed a broken monitor and threw it at you, it didn’t take much to dodge him but a look of concern painted your face.

“H-How did you get in?” He bellowed but you just hopped off the wall and onto his platform, not giving him the time of day to adjust himself to the fright you have him.

He definitely was working out again, he was bigger since you last saw him…but face to face, he seemed so deliriously exhausted.

“That’s not important right now.” You responded nonchalantly but oddly seriously at the same time.

“Why are you here?” Miguel eyes were gleaming red, he had a particularly awful few days, weeks, he didn’t need to see the horror of another face seeing who he really was. His nostrils flared as you acted so careless, who the hell did you think you were?

Your back leaned against his desk as you paused for a moment, not sure if you wanted to be truthful or not. “I wanted to see you.” You say sincerely and Miguel shot you a perplexed look. No one saw him for the sole purpose of just seeing him, not that he can recall anyways. “You aren’t the easiest person to get a hold of right now.” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“I don’t want to be.” He grunted truthfully, averting his gaze away from you before turning into the snarky Spiderman he’s known to be. “But yeah, adorable. Really, really interesting, very cute. I was going to say fuck off and leave instead but yes, this is worth my time.” He bit back sarcastically. Anger was running through your veins at his response. God, he was such an ass sometime and he needed to know but instead you did the thing you were sure to regret later: being kind to him when he was like this. You took a deep breath to regain a cool and sentient composure.

“Look, I know you’re going through a lot right now so I’m going to disregard that.”

“I don’t want you here.” Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and fell back into his chair, completely finished with all of this.

“Well tough shit.” You glared at him, sighing and then offering a sympathetic smile.

Miguel didn’t say anything, he knew a battle with you would pour salt into the wound and prove to be fruitless. So you both sat in silence and observing each other’s purpose. The tension between you both was palpable, so you decided to test the risky waters.

“How old was Gabriella?” You say gently, giving him a trusting look. If only you could get him to open up, the panic and anxiety would start to decrease if he just talked about all of this to someone who cared about him. As much as you hated to admit it, you did.

Miguel’s face froze as you asked him that, he wasn’t sure whether to lunge at you or not by asking him such a thing. He was too tired to argue or fight, he didn’t have it in him anymore. He was breaking and he didn’t want it to be infront of you.

“Nine.” He mumbled, staring away from you as if he was ashamed. “When I lost her…she was nine.” A sliver of sadness fell through you at the sentiment. It’s a new feeling for Miguel, someone actually having the guts to ask him these things. His suspicious look starts to turn into a frown, a mixture of anger and sadness. He didn’t know what to feel.

“I know I don’t matter at all in this situation, but it’s not your fault and you deserve forgiveness.” You say sincerely, surprising both him and yourself.

Miguel felt like he had just seen a ghost, his heart felt slow as the cave of despair started to ache again, he felt like he was being suffocated. Forgiveness? He didn’t deserve any forgiveness. Not after the damage he had done. Not after the pain he inflicted. It clawed at his throat until his breath was perpetually scarce.

“Forgiveness…” He scoffed, completely dismissing the idea. “I don’t- I can’t take your forgiveness. I’m not worthy of it…” He trailed off, the lump in his throat becoming bigger and bigger.

“You work yourself too hard.” You mutter, inching closer to him, staring down at him you raise your hand reaching out for him but he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t pity me.” He grunted and gripped tighter but you snatched your hand away with a scowl.

“I’m not pitying you. You just…You look exhausted. When was the last time you went home? Jesus, when was the last time you slept?” You ask, genuinely curious. Miguel didn’t know how to answer the question without being slightly embarrassed.

“I have nothing there. I’m needed here.” His tone was clipped and all you could do was sigh.

“Miguel…please tell me, tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me so I can help you.” You say a little more firmly than intended but it definitely got the point across. “I want to help you if you let me.”

Miguel looks at you and sighs, seeming to deflate slightly. “My mind is filled with a never ending list of tasks to complete, a never ending list of dangers to face and battles to fight, a never ending list of problems to solve... I... I don't have much peace." He rubs at his temples. “But you've already seen that, I guess.... I'm not sure how you can help me with any of this." He sighed and winced slightly when he thought of Gabriella. “All I ever wanted was a family, to be happy. Meet a nice girl, have a few kids and settle down…but I love being Spiderman and I tampered with something I had no reason to be messing with. I can’t be both. I can’t have both. Shit as for love, I don’t think I can ever get close to another woman again. I can’t lose anyone else. The last thing I need right now is a lecture about love.”

You give him a small wry smile, your hands reach forward and tuck a small tuft of hair behind his ear. Miguel froze at the small gesture of kindess and tenderness, he hadn’t felt that in so long, he hated he way he was reacting to it. You didn’t know what else to do or say, you just knew what you wanted right now. You leaned down and engulfed him in a hug, your face resting on his shoulder and your arms slung around his neck. His eyes shot wide open at the sudden gesture. He was close enough to inhale your hair and feel your skin, he hugged you back and breathed in and out, finding a semblance of peace, a moment where his mind wasn’t filled with static noise and self loathing. Your scent was…sweet and completely intoxicating if he was being honest. ‘’Thank you…” He muttered into your shoulder.

You let go and stand up straight again, offering a hand so he can stand too. You were suprised that be took it and you were more surprised to feel that his hands were…soft. “Let me take you home. I’ll make you some tea, get you to relax, yeah?” You offer gently with a little smile, hoping he would let you do this for him.

Miguel's eyes widened at your suggestion and he stared at you with hope for a moment. “Why? Why are you doing all this?” he asked. He rarely spent time with anyone outside of work. Why would you even do any of this for him?

“Because you’ve done so much for everyone else and no one has ever taken care of you. God forbid someone wants to help you and all of a sudden theres this hidden agenda.”

The realisation dawned on him, when has he let anyone get close to him? Never. Now a pretty girl wanted to take care of him, listen to his problems and make him feel deserving of the forgiveness he dreamed of. Miguel wasn’t sure if it was a delusion or crazy dream or not but he was relieved to take in your sweet scent. Maybe you had an ulterior motive, the thought made him frown. He hated feeling vulnerable and showing any kind of vulnerability was out of the question.

“I’m not leaving you tonight. Okay?” You confirm sweetly, knocking all of the air out of his lungs. He felt a strange sense of security, he felt…safe at the idea. “Come on.” You fiddled with your multiverse watch and opened a portal to his apartment, you grabbed onto his bicep and pulled him in, landing in the living room.

Jesus, it looked like it hasn’t even been lived in. Everything was clean, too clean. “Nice place.” You half joked and Miguel just shot you a smile that he was trying to conceal, it didn’t really work. Miguel felt his neck heat up, when people got to know him he was actually really shy. He sat himself on the edge of the couch, planting his elbows on his knees and raking his hands through his hair. His kitchen was walk in, expensive. As you were brewing his tea, you caught glimpses of his back, he really had been working out. You stop your mindless gawk and find his mugs and place a tea bag in two of them, you also search for his whiskey. As you poured the hot water, you splashed a little bit of whiskey. God knows he deserved it.

You walked around to couch and Miguel’s head shot up as you stood infront of him, offering him the mug. As you stood, he took an opportunity to really look at you. To survey and study you. You were…attractive, that he had no problem admitting but this…This was a new side of you he had never seen. You were showing him kindness when he didn’t even deserve it. Miguel winced slightly at the idea of letting another woman into his life, the last time that happened he lost everything, he was still weary of your intentions.

He grabbed the mug and you sat next to him, curling your feet up and facing him, gawking at him more like as you sipped your tea. This scene felt…very domestic. “Thank you…” He said, not showing any emotion, being stoic as expected.

“God stop thanking me. It’s the least I could do.” You said with a shy smile.

“It’s just…different. No one has really- Well, I haven’t been looking after myself.” He muttered

“When was the last time anyone looked out for you?” You ask, genuinely curious. He had the whole world at his feet, yet it was like he was lonely.

“Years ago, my brother Gabriel…I don’t really see him much…” It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, but he missed his brother, he hadn’t seen him in a while. While you were in the kitchen, you saw a frame of him and his brother when they were about teenagers, playing. It warmed your heart slightly to see that he did actually care.

“You can’t let the mistakes in your past define you. It’s not who you are. Bad people don’t worry about the pain they caused. You are good.” Miguel took a moment to ponder your words, averting his gaze and then turning his head to face you.

“No you’re good.” He said gently. “It’s like being good is all you know…I’ve lost myself beneath violence and blood and chaos-“ Miguel sighed as he put the mug down on the coffee table, losing his cool for a second.

“Hey,” You grabbed onto his bicep and he shot you a startled yet curious look. “Do you trust me?”

Miguel paused, he didn’t trust people easily but after you so patiently listened to him and did all of this for him, he couldn’t say no to you. “Yeah…”

“Turn around.” Miguel did as he was told, a little confused at first, but his back was facing you. You brought your hands to his shoulders and kneaded his tense muscles. God, he was so rigid. It’s like he had never relaxed in his life. “These broad shoulders must be so exhausted.”

“Yeah…” Miguel closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling of your fingers gently caressing him. Jesus, his body was coming undone with just a few touches. Your fingers pressed and massaged his sore muscles, travelling further and further down his back.

“Is this okay?” You whisper.

Miguel let out a deep sigh, his muscles loosening under your touch. “Yes...keep going please.” Miguel's voice was still quiet but clear, and he even let out a soft groan of relief.

You travel lower, caressing and massaging the pressure points of all his soreness. “God, there’s so many knots in your back…when was the last time anyone did this for you?” You question eagerly.

Miguel closed his eyes. “...never,” he replied, his voice slightly breathy. “No one has ever..." Miguel paused. “These days no one has ever cared enough or been allowed to be so...intimate with me.” He was caught off guard by what he said. He just screwed his eyes shut and let out a deep sigh. Your presence and your soft caresses calmed his mind to his very core and relaxed his body. You noticed that Miguel, who usually always carried himself with professionalism and control...was now like a deer in headlights, unable to comprehend your touch.

You stop your actions for a moment to contemplate what he said, he’s so touch starved, he hasn’t felt the warmth of anyone else in so long. It surprised you to an immeasurable degree, women must throw themselves at him. Instead you just wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your face into his neck to take in his scent once more. Miguel was stunned into silence, you were so surprising, so understanding of how he gets, how he lets himself go. He wasn’t sure whether to cry or not, you slung your arms against his neck and all he could do is grab your hand and kiss your palm. He didn’t know how to thank you. He swore he would never get close to another woman ever again but here he was, broken down and completely at the mercy of you. He could kiss you…but then he would shatter the promise he made to himself. He would be vulnerable all over again, he’d mess it up again. What kind of idiot would he be if he didn’t learn from his past mistakes? His worst mistake? But your scent, your presence, you were just so damn inviting. God, he was a man after all… but would making you his ruin you?

#miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara x fem!reader #atsv miguel #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara imagine

[pearbunny]

the bucket list ✘ [eleven.5]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was. 

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, fluff, angst, comfort, eventual smut. 

general warnings:  tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death in later chapters. 

word count: 1.2k

chapter content: more of jisung and mc connecting, main reference to Alien by Han of Stray Kids , angst: overarching theme of loneliness, comfort.

author’s note: this one's a lil bittersweet.

You were winding down from the day, Jisung and you took turns taking showers. When you’re done, you find him on the living room couch, scrolling through his phone. He’s researching a simple cocktail or two to make for the dinner you plan to host tomorrow. 

“I can’t decide what to make for the dinner party,” Jisung sighs, rapidly scrolling through the browser page in frustration. He sets his phone down when you sit on the coffee table in front of him. 

You take his phone from his hands and place it behind you, out of his reach. You smile sweetly, tilting your head to the side to give your best pleading face. “You said you would let me listen to one of your songs.” 

“Oh,” Jisung clears his throat, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did say that.” 

You try to fight the pout that wants to form on your face. “You don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”

Jisung quickly shakes his head, “No it’s not that. I’m just,” He pauses and sighs loudly, “I’m just kind of shy.”

You give him a small smile, taking one of his hands and squeezing it gently. “You don’t have to be shy.” 

Jisung gives you a lopsided smile and with your hand in his, pulls you onto your feet and leads you to his room. “Mmm, yeah. I kind of do.” He pulls out his chair for you to sit in it. 

You sit down in the comfy plush seat and stare up at the large monitor above his main one. Jisung stands beside you, leaning forward with his weight on his desk as he moves his mouse to pull up a folder titled “finished?” 

In that folder, aptly named with a question mark, are a bunch of files that read similarly to “Close Final 1.AIFF” “Close Final 2.AIFF” and “Close Final for real this time.AIFF”. His mouse hovers on one that’s titled, “Alien.AIFF”. 

Jisung nervously cracks his index finger knuckle with the thumb of the same hand, “Would you like the lyrics up too?” 

“Is it fully in Korean?”  You look at him with curious eyes.

He chuckles and nods, then pulls up a document with the lyrics. It’s in Hangul, with a couple of English lines. He highlights the whole document and pastes it into google translate on another window. He places them both side by side for you on the monitor mounted on the wall, the audio file on the main monitor placed on the desk.

Before you can read the lyrics, Jisung swallows the lump in his throat. “I’ll be out in the living room.” He quickly slips out and closes the door behind him. 

Jisung is shy despite you telling him there was no reason to be. Sharing his music with people was like letting people inside his mind and if he was speaking honestly, he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. It was a complete mess in there, half thought out ideas abandoned for another one as soon as it was thought of, to-do lists that never get checked off even when he’d done them, random one off memories that he had no idea why he could recall the details of because it was so miniscule and not at all important. Like the person’s drink order at a cafe in line before him that had still appeared on the screen when it was his turn. 

Then there were pockets within his mind that were just… gray. Devoid of color. If he focused on those parts too much, that lack of color would spread and eventually, darkness would consume it. 

But there was also light: family, friends, fond memories to look back on. 

There was even a spot for you. Now alone in Jisung’s room, you notice his headphones are unplugged. You plug them in, preferring to listen to music that way to feel completely immersed for your first listen. You press play.  The song fades in, a gentle swell that opens up to piano chords sometimes accompanied by guitar chords. In the back, there’s a sound akin to scribbling on paper. Over it, a distorted voice in English recites a quote you vaguely remember. 

“The only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability. Anyone can be anything. You can be everything.”

Immediately after, Jisung’s voice, higher pitched than you’re used to, is accompanied by drums and cymbals. It’s now when you remember that you have english lyrics pulled up for you. As you listen to the song, you read the lyrics. You don’t expect Jisung to show you such a personal song, but thinking back about what you know about him, it makes sense. The lyrics sound true and you find yourself relating to it. Everytime you hear him sing, “I’m an alien on this earth,” there’s a tug at your heart. It’s loneliness, it’s camaraderie, it’s empathy. His delivery helps you understand what he’s saying, all the emotions behind it. By the time the last chorus plays, you find yourself humming along. 

Outside, Jisung can hear your humming and it makes him smile, heart pounding in his ears along with the soft melody and vibrato of your voice.

Once you’re done listening, you join Jisung in the living room. You stand in front of him as he sits on the couch and take him into a tight hug. 

Jisung stills for a moment, not really expecting that reaction, but eventually, he melts into your touch, wrapping his arms around you. 

You stand in silence for a while, stuck in that position, aiming to be there for him for as long as he needs it. Eventually, Jisung stands up and takes your hands in his once more. Just like before, he leads you to his room, but this time, he walks you to his bed after turning off the lights, getting under the covers. You join him, laying your body on his firm yet comfortable mattress, settling in close to him.

You’re facing each other, the only light in the room coming from his monitors. With your back to them, it casts a lovely shadow over you as Jisung’s eyes hold yours. Looking at him, the light illuminates his face, highlighting the beautiful brown of his irises. 

With a tilt of his head, he places a soft kiss on your lips. You smile into it, so hard. You know that at this moment, you need to cherish every single second with Jisung, so you engrain it into your mind: the soft whirring noise of Jisung’s PC, the soft hum of a TV you assume someone forgot to turn off in the apartment next door, the now dimmed light that allows you to see Jisung in the dark of his room. 

There isn’t much of an exchange of words between you, but you both decide there isn’t anything that needs to be said. With what you’ve shared with each other – your losses – comes a loneliness so similar to each other that each other’s presence is comforting.

Perhaps that's why he showed you that song. 

Because you’d understand. 

And you do. 

So, you cherish this feeling, too, because you know that it will all end eventually. 

ending author’s notes: :(( i love them and i'm so happy they found each other, Jisung needs mc as much as she’s needed him. Hope you're all doing well!

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[translapin]

been a hot minute since ive been on here but that doesn’t mean I’ve felt dormant. I rly didn’t want this to become a vent account but figure it’s therian related so it’s appropriate. honestly I haven’t been able to sleep for more than 4 hours consecutively for the past couple of months and I feel so on edge and stressed. I have to now use a weighted blanket to make myself relax enough to fall asleep and when I wake up I immediately have an anxiety attack and can’t get myself to fall back to sleep. I can’t even find it in myself to try to even release these emotions through crying I’m too exhausted. I lay here feeling trapped in this house for the past year and being around no one except my partner who makes me feel even more tense because he refuses to make it an environment where I can relax or compromise with me at all to make it any easier yet complaining of what I haven’t done because I can barely function day to day. I just ask he doesn’t start screaming at his monitor or slam his controller when I’m trying to wind down to get decent sleep for once. I dream of fresh air, the smell of morning dew on the grass, the trees dancing with the wind as it kisses my fur. Whether I get to be with my own kind as a wild rabbit or even as a domestic rabbit allowed enough autonomy from a kind human to enjoy the outdoors, one who would even stroke my head and pet me when they notice I seem anxious or in need of comfort. I lay here as it approaches time to go to sleep knowing that it will just be the same tomorrow morning where I’ll wake up immediately reminded by my own brain how my life has turned out and how I’m a failure trapped in this cycle. I just want to feel secure and safe. I want to go home, but that home doesn’t exist and wouldn’t be able to house this human vessel that’s more of an empty husk compared to how much happier - or honestly dissociative of my surroundings - I once was.

#bunny therian #rabbit therian #therian #therianthropy #rabbit theriotype #vent post #vent #therian vent

[anisecandy]

The dose makes the poison

Summary: After saving Flash Thompson from death by Red Goblin's hands, the Venom Symbiote is bond to him again. Now it has to fight for both of their lifes, caught in a stelmate in a dying body. But Flash WILL get through this. Even if in order to save him, Peter will have to team up with his worst enemy...

...Alright, not really the worst anymore, but Eddie Brock is hardly pleasant to be around either way, plus he smells kinda funny, so it still counts.

Rating: T

Words count: 5.2 k

Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Parings: Peter Parker/Eddie Brock (aspirationally), Venom Symbiote/Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote/Flash Thompson

Author’s  note: I intend to drag Peter's and Eddie's asses toward the Enemies to Lovers, but realistically speaking I suspect I'll achive Enemies to Well This Situation Brought Us Closer I Guess So If I See You On the Street We'll Exchange Nods But I'm Still Not Talking To You And You Won't Be Getting Any Holiday Wishes Cards Either (But I Will Think About It Every Time I'll be Buying Them And Sending Them To Friends And Family). I've never written a multi chapter before and my plans for this fics are honestly largely beyond my abilities scope. So you know, we're going to have a fun ride ahead of us.

This takes place after the #800 issue of The Amazing Spider-man, but all you really need to know more or less gets recaped in the fic itself. The only essential knowledge is that in canon Flash dies, whileas here he's saved by the Venom Symbiote.

If you prefer to read on ao3, or would like to get noifications when I post chapters, here’s a link

Also, huge thanks to @kitausuret​ ! My memory is full of holes, so I bothered her about the continuity a lot. Thanks, Kita. You’re the best.

Chapter One, In Which No One Died    

The hospital room was quiet. All the sounds were muffled down, soaking into the thick, white walls. The silence was bloated and all-consuming, weighting over the empty beds and nightstands. It felt like being in a cave during the tide, with water slowly climbing up and threatening to drown everything. The only thing still floating on the surface being the vital signs monitor, shakily fighting the waves, succumbing to them for a second, before being pushed back up again. Always just a moment away from getting swallowed. Its monotone signal being the last thing still keeping Peter sane.

He wasn't sure what time it was. The hours he spent by the edge of Flash's bed stretched in infinity. The sunlight creeping in through the cracks between gray curtains had an orange tint to it. Soon it would be evening, and the visiting hours would end. And yet, through all this time, he didn't look at Flash once. Seated with his back facing the pale body, he let himself dissolve in the silence. His thoughts were slow and heavy, with shapes that were hard to make out, too drunk on the tide surrounding him. Their edges bleed together, forming an incoherent mass, with no beginning nor end, the vague idea of sneaking here again during the night blended together with yesterday's events playing out in his head. Over and over. Barely coherent anymore, worn down to a red blur of pain and blood and shouts and fire. 

Red, then black, then red again. Then white. And red. And then, a time-lapse on black. Pouring down like a wild creek, storming through every pore of his body, deaf to Flash's protests, using up every second of Peter's shock.

You might die too he needs you don't you understand he needs you more than I do I can't have you die for me, before he passed out.

He still couldn't fully believe that he was able to talk Norman into abandoning his symbiote. To play off losing his as a dare. A challenge thrown into his face, a doubt casted on Norman's name - on his legacy - with a prayer mouthed underneath the red mask. God, please let him fall for this. Please let him be arrogant enough, I know he is. Please don't let me be wrong.

He wasn't.

The one who was wrong, turned out to be Flash. The Symbiote lived. They all did, somehow.

And now it was inhabiting his body again, doing god knows what with it. He wanted to believe it would repair Flash's torn tissues and bones - so many broken bones, it was a miracle, the doctor said, that only one of the ribs pierced through a lung - and stop at that. But he didn't trust it. Maybe this was why, despite not being able to as much as glance at his friend, he refused to leave him alone even for a moment. He said he forgave it - perhaps this was even true on some level. And if it wasn't for its help, who knows how things would end for him... for Flash. Still, he didn't want it anywhere near those who he cared about. He knew what it could do to people, drying them from life and leaving shadowy husks behind. Flash insisted that it was his friend, a "partner", how he called it, but he could be so naive at times. And even if he was right, even if the Symbiote did think of him fondly, this didn't necessarily change anything. The way it "loved" its hosts was destructive and always concerned on its own survival first. Maybe it wasn't as evil as he thought before. Maybe. But its love was that of a wolf toward a deer. The second he'd notice any signs of its interference reflecting badly of Flash's health, the second he'd recover enough that he wouldn't need it bending his broken parts, it was out with it. By force, if there would be no other way.

The shadows surrounding him grew and started to blend into a blue-gray veil of the upcoming sunset. He should get going, if he didn't want to be asked to leave by the staff. Facing another person, hearing their voice overpowering the shallow breathing coming from the hospital bed, would be too much for him right now.

With a jerk of an arm, he picked up his backpack. Its contents spilled out of the unzipped pocket. Pen and notebooks hit the floor in a small cascade. He fell down to his knees, mouthing a curse. Thankfully, his camera was still safely tucked at the bottom of the bag. His phone, that he just threw in without much thought, wasn't as lucky. The screen gained another crack, this one going all the way from one corner of the case to another. He stared at it for a moment, before just scooping up everything and shoving it down. Pulling at the zipper, he began to get up, only then realizing he no longer was facing a wall.

In front of him coiled transparent tubes, tangled around one another. Their color wasn't so different from the skin they were piercing; pale, matted, with a dusty gray tint. They were drawing Peter's eyes in, fixing his gaze on the wrist where a bandage was keeping them in place. He felt his eyes slide up the unmoving arm. From the wrist to the elbow, catching the glimpses of the blue veins and smaller bandages there. Climbing up the sleeve of hospital gown, toward the shoulder, and collar bones, and neck, and-

The vital signs monitor beeped again in its comforting monotony. Whatever it was, that welled up in his chest, threatening to burst, vanished.

He left the room without a single glance back.

The door closed behind Peter, following the trail he gave them with a yank. The sound of wood and metal slamming against each other echoed through the hall, making the dull noise of bustle and conversations appear even more remote. Flash was located in the wing furthest north, away from other patients. Courtesy of Liz Allen and Alchemax’s money. She promised him he’ll get the best care there is, without any paperwork that could compromise his already jeopardized secret identity. Even though as he was now, Flash wasn’t going to return to the superhero business any time soon. Not that he had the means to, with the artificial symbiote gone. Especially since Peter had no intentions of letting the real deal stick around.

He considered going back to open a window. He intended to come here at night as well, and while he wouldn't count on it, if they forgot to close it afterward, that would make sneaking in easier. But before he could pull himself together enough to do so, a large figure obstructed his line of view. Taking a step back, so as to not get his nose jammed into a tank top of debatable cleanliness, he looked up, question ready on his lips. He nearly choked on it though, at the figure's next words.

"There you are. Come on darling, let's go home."

In front of him stood a mass of muscles and dysfunctional moral logistics, known to wider publicity as Eddie Brock. Well. Apparently Norman accomplished something at least, despite being again locked behind the bars. Peter's tortured psyche must have finally snapped and he fell into depth of some crazy fever dream.

"What the f-"

"I wasn't referring to you, half-wit," Eddie gave him a look of open disgust.

Oh, yeah, this made more sense.

With a sigh, Peter leaned on the wall. As if his day wasn't bad enough already, now he'd run into one of the strongest contestants for the place of his least favorite person. If Eddie counted as a person at all. He was much closer to a rabid bull. With a victim complex.

"The whole ordeal with Osborn seems over, therefore I came for my Other," Eddie continued, oblivious to his assessment regarding his kinship with cattle of inborn anger issues. "So kindly give it back, and refrain from blackmailing us into risking our lives for you again."

"Aw, and here I was thinking you did it for the sake of old times..."

Peter mumbled the quip out of habit, without much thought, but the way his tiredness dragged down on his voice made it sound pitiable rather than playful. A blink of confusion flashed through the other man’s face, before he crossed his arm, crooking an eyebrow at him.

“If there’s anything we could ever do for the old times sake when it comes to you, it would be sewing shut that evergoing mouth of yours.”

For a second, he thought Eddie was going to ask him if he was okay and tensed up. But this was fine. This was in the lines of scripts they always exchanged, no matter what other circumstances surrounded their encounters. So he relaxed a little, falling back on the familiar banter.

“And disarming New York’s favorite hero of his most charming feature? Come on Eddie, even you couldn’t do something this monstrous”

“If this is your most charming quality, I don’t want to know what the other ones are.”

Peter smiled dimly. Exchanging teases with a (ex?)villain wasn’t something most people would call a return to normalcy. Still, it must have been around 8 in the evening of a very long day, so he was going to take what he was handed. Especially considering that this was actually quite close to how his daily routine went.

“Well, at the moment they definitely don’t include a shapeshifting alien suit,” he replied eventually, with a weak shrug of shoulders.

“What?” Eddie’s face darkened, as he articulated the question with heavy accentuation put on every letter. “It’s not with you? What happened? Is it-” He paused, panic suddenly filling his eyes, before he pushed forward, grabbing on Peter’s collar.

Or rather attempting to do so, because the brunet managed to slip from his hands, feeling the danger coming, and wrenching his wrist behind his back. Eddie hissed, yanking himself so badly that Peter wasn’t sure if he didn’t dislocate his shoulder with the movement.

“What the hell?!” Peter shout-whispered, not wanting the hospital staff to come to them running. “I thought you were over with this kill Spider-man sht-”

“I heard about the fire at Times Square on the news. You were there. You left it there to die, didn’t you? I can’t believe I trusted you with it! You treacherous, vile-!” he shouted each word louder, forcing Peter to use his whole body to hold him in place, as he tried to reach for him in any way possible.

“Calm down!” He pushed forward, shoving Eddie’s face against the wall and forcibly shutting him up for a second. “The suit is fine! It’s with Flash now!”

This seemed to reach him. He went silent, stiffening and finally stopping to lash out. Peter waited a few seconds, before giving him a cautious glance.

“If I’ll let you go, promise you won’t try to choke me again?”

“Why is it with the soldier boy?”

He didn't stop trying to get Peter off himself, but the livid desperation he displayed a second ago mellowed down, allowing Peter to secure his grip. What he really wanted to do was to get a clean punch in, putting Eddie out of both of their miseries. Maybe even gifting him a nice concussion, while he was at it. But before that, he decided that he could at least give him an explanation regarding what happened. If he wouldn't calm down after that, well, this wing had enough empty beds to account for one unconscious hot-headed idiot.

"Osborn did a number on him," he said, ignoring how his throat clenched, catching on the last line in 'm'. "It- It left me to bond with him. Might have saved him from..." He paused, only realizing that in the passing seconds of silence his grip got too tight, when Eddie groaned in pain. "Ooops, my bad."

"That's the best you could come up with?" Eddie hissed through his teeth. "In case you've forgotten, Thompson has Anti-Venom. Not only he wouldn't need my Other, his body would kill it in a matter of minutes, and last time I checked, it doesn't have a death wish."

"It ran out. You saw how powerful Osborn was paired with Carnage. Flash had to heal injured left and right. When Osborn got to him, there wasn't even enough left to burn through the symbiote."

That didn't seem to fully convince him. Still, he stopped fighting against Peter’s hold, visibly considering his words.

"...is it okay?"

The tension in Peter's body decreased at how quiet his voice got. While listening to people talking about the Symbiote with such concern never failed to put him off, be it Flash or Eddie, it looked like this particular attempt to take his life was over.

"I don't know. I think so. He's been unconscious since it got into his body - annnd this sounded horribly wrong, why is it always like that with you guys, god-"

"Wait, that's his room you've been to?"

This sudden peak of interest again put Peter on edge. Last thing Flash needed right now was a mental case set on the loose in his room.

"Look, why won't you just go home for today and wait for it there?" He tried evading the question. "I'm sure once it'll feel like it did its job, it'll get back to you."

Eddie didn't reply. From this angle Peter couldn't see his face, but there were no visible attempts on his part to free himself again. Which, paired with lack of any further questions, could make for an argument that he calmed down. Well. A guy could dream, right?

"If you promise to not attack me again, I'll let you go. Deal?"

Eddie growled at him. Peter rolled his eyes. Still, this was probably as much as he could get, so with a sigh, he loosened his grip and stepped aside.

The moment he did so, Eddie bolted toward the door.

Mincing a curse in his mouth, Peter ran after him, catching the door before it even hit the frame.

"Lay a finger on him, and I swear I'll rearrange your ugly mug of a face so badly that-!"

But before he finished, the sight in front of him shut his mouth. From Flash's body erupted about a dozen of interconnected tentacles. They hovered above him, merging into a somewhat smooth shape that stood between the two of them and the bed. At the end of it formed two splotches of white, that zeroed on Eddie. The blond opened his mouth, before seemingly replacing any words he intended to say with an awkward cough. The Symbiote appeared... Actually, Peter couldn't tell what it appeared to feel. As far as he was concerned, it always looked like a gelatinized batch of spoiled tar with a variable number of teeth. Still, whatever it was, it made Eddie shift uncomfortably, before crossing his arms with a huff.

"...I wouldn't hurt him." There was an undertone of offense in his voice. But also something else, masked well enough that it escaped Peter, who at this point wasn't paying much attention anyway.

He was an inch away from starting to tremble, and the only reason why he didn't immediately jump to drag Eddie away from the room, was that he didn't know how the Symbiote would react. Especially that he was sure he wouldn't be able to keep his composure if Eddie started to be difficult again. He doubted it would take kindly to him trashing its debatably favorite host.

"There. It's alive." He didn't bother anymore to hide the hostility in his voice. It was openly cold and irritated, with no traces of usual playfulness or dramatic flare. "Like I told you, but whatever. Now leave."

Eddie ignored him. Or maybe didn't hear him at all. His eyes were fixated on the oily mass spreaded around Flash like a giant, black cocoon of hundreds of spider webs. He crossed his arms, pushing fists underneath them in a self-hug. But before he did so, Peter could see that his knuckles were white from how hard he was clenching them.

"Is everything alright?" There was an attempt at softness in how his question landed, matching the way he shifted on his legs. He looked as if he tried to ease his confrontational pose, except his body didn't want to comply.

The Symbiote didn't respond right away, making Peter entertain the thought of dragging Eddie away some more. Eventually thought, it lowered the tentacle with its "head" on it, opening its maw to speak. As always, its voice was too low and made Peter's ears buzz, like an entirely wrong chord on an out of tune instrument.

"There is a lot of internal bleeding. Some organs have been crushed and-"

"I wasn't asking about Thompson!" Eddie snapped at it, before catching himself and backing off with a grimace at the sight of it rippling. "Look, just- I was really worried about you. Please dear, I need to know if you're okay.”

It stared silently at him, with no sign of emotions visible in its inhuman form. Save for what was perhaps a trick of light, reflecting in the vastness of its blank eyes. Not that Peter was going to interpret it in any way.

"I am"

"Good," Eddie let out a breath. With a small smile, and a cautious glance from Peter, he made a step toward it, extending his hand. "I'm glad to hear that. If that's the case, then I suppose it would be for the best if you'd leave mr. Thomson here in the care of hospital personnel, I'm sure they will get him back in shape in no time-"

"Can't."

"What?"

"I can not leave him yet, his body is in no condition to survive without aid."

The reply was quick and some words slurred at ends or beginnings, piquing Peter's attention. Was it... Nervous?

"You're not making this up, are you?" He cut in sternly, before having to back off a little, when Eddie immediately after his words inserted himself between him and the Symbiote, glowering at him.

"My Other isn't a lair, Parker."

“There are eleven fractures of multiple bones, half of the organs experienced failure and I am currently making up for the functionality of the liver, one lung and two-thirds of the circulatory system.” The words it spoke nearly blended into one horse gargle, spewed in one shot. “The medical report should include that. Check it, if you do not believe me.”

Peter’s irises were firmly locked on the misshaped mass that overgrown the hospital bed. Symbiote’s words however made them waver. The magnetic force he felt when he was on his knees, picking up his stuff pulled at his sight once again.

Being reminded again how badly Osborn wrecked Flash’s body, how close he was to simply… not opening his eyes, ever, made him want to throw up. It made him think back to Liz’s reassurance, regarding how their scientists were experienced with symbiotes, how working around it won’t be an issue… But there was only so much of Alchemax’s staff, who actually had such experience. And Peter knew that right now, Liz’s priority was going to be her son. He didn’t blame her for it, how could he? Still, this was the reality.

And he was terrified that it was going to be one, without any place for Flash’s future in it.

This couldn’t have lasted more than a second and yet, this time he didn’t manage to break free until a blurry patch of gold entered his field of view. Only then he managed to blink, and focus back on the alien.

“And how exactly would I get a medical report?” he mouthed.

“Peter I…”

It hesitated. Its body curled inwardly, sinking back a little into Flash’s. It seemed… scared? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was just trying to appear less threatening. Or maybe the movement was completely incidental. The only part that didn’t begin to tuck back, was its “head” which stretched toward him, stopping a few inches away from Eddie, whose towering form made up a wall separating them.

“I will not let Flash die. You have my word.”

In just a several dozen hours, his whole life got disrupted and shaked from the ground up. He used up just about all of the aces he had up his sleeves, just to see his family and friends live for another day. If there was even any set of rules to follow, it burned to ashes, leaving nothing but ache behind.

Maybe that was why, when it said this, while he was willing to give up anything just so it would be telling the truth, he also wished it was lying. Not even somewhere deep, no. It was right in the open, on the main stage of his mind.

Maybe in spite of all his desperation, he just wanted something to still make sense.

So he didn’t reply. His eyes slipped away, before they could catch Symbiote’s “face” wincing. It coiled back meekly, not saying another word.

“...how long will it take?”

Eddie’s question was rather quiet, but Peter still tensed up for a moment upon hearing him break the silence.

Its glance darted between the two of them. It licked its maw - its tongue slapped over its eyes with a disgusting, wet sound. Even such a human gesture of nervousness looked disturbing when done by it.

“I am… not sure. The damages are… severe. I have never dealt with anything of this degree before.”

“What?! What do you mean, you’re not sure?!”

Eddie shot him a glance, but said nothing, focusing back on the Symbiote, with his teeth gritted.

“I was able to stabilize him and prevent further collapse of metabolic functions.” It looked Peter in the eyes, as it said so, with its head low, on level with his chest. “However, his organism is exhausted. If I attempted to force the healing process, the strain might prove fatal.”

Fatal

The word ended in a soundless breath, too soft and wispy to even reach the cold, bare walls to resonate through the room. No, instead it was as if all air was sucked out, out of the room and Peter’s own lungs, to form it. As if what left the Symbiote’s mouth wasn’t a word, but a black hole that quietly swallowed every bit of warmth that still sticked to his body and faded out, just as quietly.

The tide raised.

“So… you need time.” He forced himself to catch this thread of logic that the statement left, trying to climb above the threat of drowning by clinging to it. “That’s it right? So he can rest more and restore some strength. Gotcha. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. A few days?”

“Peter…”

“A week? I guess it would be more like a week, ol’ Gobby really gave us all a workout this time.” He didn’t allow it to fit a sentence in. He never could tell what it was thinking, so why now? Why now he felt like he knew exactly what it was going to say? “Good, old Gobby. What a guy! Usually I would say you two were the most nightmarish mug after me, but man, he really gave you a run for your money this time, eh?”

“God, do you never shut up?” Brock scowled at him. “What are you running your mouth for?”

Peter shrugged. Moving his shoulders felt as if they were under a layer of ice.

“Well, between the three of us somebody has to uphold the standards of conversation, and with the other options being you, I have no choice but to rise to the occasion.”

Why should he even answer him? Brock wouldn’t get it. He had to talk. He had to.

“I mean, it’s not like a suit could be capable of keeping the conversation alive. And don’t take it the wrong way, but you aren’t exactly the life and soul of the party either, you know what I’m saying? So this really leaves the little ol’…”

“He might not be able to recover.”

There was a taste of blood in his mouth. Did he bite his cheek too hard? At least he didn’t feel it under his nails as well. He already pierced through his palms during Flash’s operation. He wouldn’t want the slices to open back up. Swinging the web with injured hands was hard.

“Don’t joke around like that”, he blurted, jerking toward it. “Why wouldn’t he be? He just- I mean, he just needs to rest, right? That’s not that hard. He’ll be fine. Flash will be fine.”

It lowered its form even more, backing out and flattening its form. More of its mass flew back into the unmovingpalecold body, bumping slightly into the countless tubes tangled around it. The liquids filling them shined red, hit by the setting sun, adorning it with bloody slashes of gleam.

“There is too much damage. Every bit of energy that gets restored goes into preservation. There is nothing that is left for healing.”

“Didn’t you just say that you stabilized him?!”

“Stop yelling at it!”

Eddie looped his arm over Peter’s throat, grabbing him by the shoulder and yanking back, away from the Symbiote, at which he was about to jump.

“But you heard it too! It said he’s stable now!” Peter protested, tearing him away.

Eddie stumbled, thrown off balance by the action, but quickly regained himself. He again tried to get in front of Peter. As if he tried to shield it from him. Shield. It.

Well, if wasn't that just hysterical. Any other time he might have laughed at the irony.

“Only thanks to my Other”, Brock growled. “It’s a symbiote, remember? Not some magic fix-all kit. Sure, it’s holding him together. But it also needs sustenance.”

That’s right. How could he forget.

The emotion spreaded like a wildfire over his body, blooming at the pit of his stomach and shooting up to turn his ribs and throat to ash.

It was feeding on him.

“Leave.”

“What?”

When Eddie turned to face him, he was met by the sight of lips tightened so much that they started to tremble and fingers curled into fists, ready to strike. Peter’s pupils narrowed, glowing with visceral hatred. It wasn’t Eddie though, who they were watching. He took a step forward.

“Leave. Flash’s. Body,” he spat. “Now!”

Black mass rippled, peeling off surrounding surfaces. But instead of separating from the man, they started sinking back into it. Like a cascade of dirty, sewer water, being sucked into a pump. Except it wasn’t just some container, where it would be held before getting disposed of, so it couldn’t infect anybody, that it began to fill. It was his friend’s body.

He didn’t think, when he launched forward. The scene was like a hammer to the head. One that sent him flying at it, ready to uproot it with his bare hands.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you, you damn parasite!”

“Wh- Stop it you idiot!”

Somewhere, in the part of his mind that wasn’t preoccupied by tearing screeching goo, he recognised the sound of loosening seams. His left hand got tangled in the cloth for a second, but he didn’t care, he freed himself with an instinctual tug and got his fingers even deeper into the black sludge trying to slip away.

“He needs it to survive! Don’t you get it?! Jesus, Peter- Stop it, you will kill him, stop it!”

What yanked him back to reality was a sudden surge of high pitched noise, drilling into his skull. He froze, snapping his head toward it. The life monitor wes going crazy. He looked at it, with wide eyes, feeling his body dry of every ounce of strength he had.

“I… I…”

Eddie dragged him away from the bed.

“Are you stupid?! What the hell was that?!”

“It’s draining Flash of-”

“It’s not draining him of anything! It saved his life, and now it’s trying to keep him from dying! But it can’t repair everything on its own, and his body is barely capable of supporting its presence. They are in a stalemate.”

For a moment, he went limp in the other man’s grip. His eyes were blank, the only sign of life in his form being the shaking of hands. Still, he gathered himself, somewhat. With little effort, he tore himself off Eddie’s arms, giving him a glare for a good measure.

“I won’t let it hurt him.”

“Why would it even do that?!” Eddie snarled.

He bared his teeth, like he was ready to bite through Peter’s throat. A sting of pain informed, that his nails already managed to dig deep into the flesh of his shoulder. One of his sleeves laid on the floor, apparently torn off during the scuffle. Great, because he wasn’t already running low on shirts, not at all. But that explained why his skin was exposed.

“What is your damage, Parker?!”

“What is yours, Brock?!” He barked back, getting the ripped clothes off. The tank top he had underneath was in good enough state that it could, hopefully, pass for more than just underwear. Either way, it was less conspicuous than going around with only one sleeve. “Do you really think I’ll let my friend be a buffet for a parasite, when he’s fighting for his life?!”

“Seriously? Weren’t you supposed to be some sort of science genius?” Eddie was basically fuming, as he approached him. It was clear he was barely holding himself back from punching Peter straight in the face, with every visible muscle tensed up. “It can’t just- make something out of nothing or, I don’t even- Survive on air alone! It’s not- It’s not Anti-venom to heal fatal injuries on the spot. And even that uses up itself for doing this!”

He was just about to retort, facing him head on with fists and anger of his own, but that last statement held him back. It pushed at some cogs in his mind, whose friction of movement sparkled a whole new realization, brightening up his tired eyes. His first impulse was to go straight for the door and grab his backpack. However, he stopped after the first step, before he looked back in the direction of the life monitor, the tubes and the body. Also, the Symbiote.

“Oh great, so now you’re just going to leave, huh?” Eddie called after him. Every word he spoke dipped with burning acid. “After you harassed my Other for no reason, beside saving this boy soldier friend of yours? Now, that’s what I’d call heroic behavior, if I ever saw one!”

Peter ignored him. Well, not fully. He hesitated before choosing his next words. Ultimately, he gave the bed just a glance, that took only long enough for it being clear to whom he was talking to.

“...I don’t like leaving Flash with this lunatic, so make sure he won’t try anything funny. Got it, Suit?”

He could hear it slither, muffled by the sound of Brock’s offended protests and grumbling. But he didn’t stick around to see what its response was.

He had a call to make.

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Chapter 8 By Honeysucklepink

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Saturday, March 31, the day after Rachel’s Party

“God, it’s about time, Hamhock. I’ve been waiting here forever!” Sebastian was frustrated. He had shown up at The Lima Bean at the assigned time, but if he had known that the Fairy Princess and his friend Aretha Franklin were going to be there, he would have arrived sooner and gotten a table near them to eavesdrop. Instead, they were just leaving when he pulled into the parking lot. When Dave finally arrived, Sebastian’s coffee was already getting cold. Not that it was even good coffee, nothing like what he got in Parisian cafes.

“Relax, Sebastian, it’s been 15 minutes,” Dave said, taking off his jacket and putting it on the chair. “I had to help my dad with some stuff around the house. Wait here. I’m going to get something to drink.”

“Not going anywhere.” Sebastian rolled his eyes but waited, sipping his coffee and wincing. It tasted burnt, but it was still caffeine.

Dave returned with something that looked more like dessert than coffee. “What’s got you so wound up?”

“Nothing. You just missed Bravo’s least favorite Real Housewives side characters leaving.”

“Huh?”

“Ugh. You know, Kurt and that black girl friend of his…”

“Mercedes?”

“Yeah. Whatever. I’ll bet she’s totally in on selling Kurt and Blaine’s fake relationship. We could have spied on them and overheard them plotting.”

“Or they could have overheard us ,” Dave said. “I mean, don’t the two of us look a little suspicious being together?”

“I hate to hand it to you, but you have a point,” Sebastian said. “Okay. Next time, we pick a less conspicuous place.”

“Why do you need to spy on them anyway? Aren’t you getting enough information from their phones? Don’t tell me I broke into Kurt’s locker and copied his SIM card for nothing.”

Sebastian pulled out the burner phone he had been using to monitor Kurt and Blaine’s texts to each other. “You might as well have,” he said, tossing it on the table in between them. “I’ve been reading these for weeks, and I want to die from the boredom. There’s one whole night where they just send each other cheesy pick-up lines. Honestly, they’re barely PG-13. Not even one dick pic I can use for blackmail. Blaine must be dying of sexual frustration.”

“Or sex isn’t as important to him as it is to you.”

“Any guy who says that is lying. Based on these, I certainly don’t think they’re really dating, but it’s not enough. I need more proof. Which is where you come in. Anything from the party the other night?”

“I mean, not really?” Dave shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “I don’t know if we should be doing this anymore.”

“What? You can’t back out now; we’re so close to catching them in the lie!”

“You didn’t see Kurt the other night,” Dave said. He looked around nervously then leaned in. “At Rachel’s party, Santana decided to start a game of spin the bottle. Frankly, she didn’t give anyone a choice. Anyway, when it was Kurt’s turn to spin…it landed on me.”

“You dog!” Sebastian howled. “What’d you do, put a weight in the bottle or something? And how does he kiss? I bet like some little girl kissing her pony.”

“No. It wasn’t like that. We didn’t kiss at all. In fact, he ran off.” Dave sighed. “I really thought he’d forgiven me for all of it. Maybe he did, but he sure as hell didn’t forget.”

“Forget what?”

“When, um…when I was trying to sort my shit out last year, I took a lot of it… No. I took all of it out on Kurt. I stalked him, threatened him, intimidated him…right up until he stopped being scared of me. One day, I did my daily locker-check on him. You know, putting him in his place in the high school hierarchy. Except this time, he didn’t back down. He didn’t cower like usual. Instead, he chased me down the hallway and followed me into the locker room. He got all up in my face, just screaming at me, like he just…snapped. Telling me I was worthless, I was scared, I was ordinary. And…that’s when I grabbed his face, and I kissed him.”

Fuck. Sebastian wasn’t expecting that. He knew Dave had bullied Kurt, but this was something else. “And what happened next?”

“He pulled away, had this look on his face, like pure…terror. And I think I maybe went back in to kiss him again, like maybe he’d understand that it wasn’t just spontaneous, like I meant it, but he just shoved me again, hard . And that’s when I realized, Fuck. I just outed myself , and I freaked out and ran.”

Sebastian was stunned. He knew Dave was obsessed, but that was a little far. “Dude, you know I’m a grade-A manwhore, and I freely own that shit. But even I get consent first.”

“I know, and I regret it. I really do. I would never pull that kind of thing again with anyone. You know I found out later it had been the first time a guy ever kissed him? I mean, he’d kissed Brittany, but I guess when you’re a gay dude, that doesn’t really count. Well, that and everyone at McKinley has kissed Brittany; even I’ve done that.”

“And now I’m finding out Hummel’s not even a gold-star gay. Shit, today is full of surprises.”

“I don’t know what I’ve been thinking. You should have seen Kurt’s face last night. Like, the idea of kissing me freaked him out so much, it practically disgusted him. He had to run away, the thought of it was so awful. There’s no getting him to date me after that.”

“Wait a minute,” Sebastian said, realizing something but also needing to interrupt Dave’s descent into further self-loathing. “You said Kurt spun the bottle. So, he had to have kissed someone else before he landed on you. Who did he kiss?”

“Blaine. You know, now that I think about it, it was hardly a kiss.”

“How so?”

“I mean, when Blaine showed up with all his prep school buddies, they did this whole sexy, bad boy performance, and it ended with him landing a big kiss on Kurt, like a really intense thing with tongue and stuff. But then it got weird. I think Kurt was avoiding Blaine, but then they both disappeared somewhere, and then during the game, Kurt just gave him a peck. Like the kind I’d give my grandma.”

“Interesting.” Seb pondered. “Could be that Lady Face isn’t big on PDA and was pissed at Blaine. But I’ll bet it’s more like they couldn’t keep up the act all night. So, that means I still have a chance.”

—*—

Monday, April 2

When Kurt got back to school Monday morning, he was a little apprehensive. He had meant to catch up with Blaine in person over the weekend, but apparently, “ Something came up. Family emergency, ” and they texted back and forth all weekend instead. He did find out that what had happened between Nick and Jeff at Rachel’s party had been a huge misunderstanding fueled by Puck’s evil concoction. Rachel had left out of her drunken ramble late Friday night that the bottle game went another couple of rounds and that Brittany had taken over from Dave, landed on Nick, and made out with him a little longer than to Jeff’s liking. Blaine was happy to say that after a little mediation, Nick and Jeff had reconciled. 

Kurt, in turn, had let Blaine know that Mercedes was now in on the ruse and that she wasn’t mad anymore (he didn’t say that Mercedes had offered to play Cupid or that he was happy to let her). So, it seemed that the plan was back on track… Operation Fake Date was still a go, complete with a dual Prom King run. But it still didn’t explain why he hadn’t seen Blaine all weekend or this morning.

It was close to lunchtime by the time Kurt was back at his locker when he sensed Blaine approaching. He turned to see Blaine back in his usual look: gelled hair, a gray striped cardigan, and a snappy bow tie. His jeans were dark and cuffed, not a single rip or tear to be seen. Blaine did a little spin and held out his hands as if on display. “Better?”

“Much. I appreciate the bad boy look as much as anyone, but let’s leave that to Puckerman. I’m happy to see the old ‘Sandy Olsen’ back that I know and love.” Kurt motioned to Blaine’s outfit, and it was then he realized that Blaine’s smile wasn’t reaching his eyes. “Oh, no. What’s wrong? Does this have anything to do with the family emergency you hinted at?”

“Maybe? Yes, actually. It’s just… My brother is back in town. Actually, he’s insisting on coming here and taking me to lunch.”

“Ah, the elusive older brother that I have yet to meet. Does he know you’re ‘dating’ someone?”

“That would require him paying attention to someone who is not himself, so highly unlikely.”

“Blainey!” Kurt and Blaine both turned to the voice that called out down the hall. Kurt’s jaw dropped… Walking towards them was the tall and devastatingly handsome star of the freecreditratingtoday.com/savings commercials! He loved those ads and even had the jingle as his ringtone. He glanced over at Blaine, who looked almost…embarrassed? Why, when they were being approached by the most handsome man in North America (next to Blaine, of course)?

“Cooper,” Blaine said as he accepted a hug from the man. “You didn’t have to come inside the school. I was going to meet you in the parking lot.”

“And miss the opportunity to schmooze with my fans, Squirt? Never. No, that Coach Sue gave me a full hall pass, after signing her breast, of course. Fascinating woman. And who’s this? This the boyfriend that Mom was gushing about?” He held his hand out for Kurt to shake, which he took enthusiastically.

“My boyfriend, yes. Of course, Mom told you.” And Kurt remembered, Oh, right. Gotta keep up the boyfriend thing. “Kurt, this is my brother, Cooper Anderson. Coop, meet Kurt Hummel.”

“He’s your brother? Why didn’t you tell me before?” Kurt shook Cooper’s hand enthusiastically. “I love your commercials!” He could swear he almost heard Blaine murmur, “That’s why ,” but he was still a bit starstruck. 

“Guilty as charged on both counts,” Cooper said, his smile dazzling and oozing with charm. Must run in the family , Kurt guessed. “So, how long have you and my little brother been dating?”

“Cooper, stop,” Blaine groused. Kurt supposed he didn’t count on having to lie to his brother as well. 

Kurt jumped to the rescue. “Not too long. Shortly before Valentine’s. But we’ve been friends for so long, we just sort of fell naturally into it.” He recounted their entire friendship-to-”relationship” story as he and Blaine had created it, told him about the New Directions, and mentioned that many of them were planning to attend performing arts colleges after graduation. 

“Oh, no. Bad idea,” Cooper said. “No, you don’t want to waste time going to school when you could be auditioning and getting into the industry right now! Learning on your feet and all of that, right, Blainey?”

“I wish you would stop calling me that.”

Cooper snapped his fingers. “I got it! Why don’t I come by your Glee class this week, do a couple of free lessons? I’m sure your teacher won’t mind, especially since I’m giving his students the rare opportunity to learn from a professional. The Cooper Anderson Method, exclusively for you guys!”

“I’m sure Mr. Schuester won’t mind at all. I’ll ask him today!”

“Great! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get this squirt to lunch and back in time for, what, history? Calculus? Some other class that has nothing to do with acting?” He playfully nudged Blaine’s head, causing Blaine to smooth down his hair.

“Spanish, actually.”

“Ah, sí! ¡Eso será útil para las telenovelas! Great meeting you, Kurt.”

Blaine waved and mumbled, “Bye,” then turned and walked with Cooper.

As Kurt watched them both walk away, he couldn’t help noticing they both had very attractive butts. That ran in the family, too? Kurt was still hoping that this thing with Blaine would become real someday, but heck. He may be older, but depending how Cooper swung… 

Just… Blaine’s brother was absolutely amazing.

—*—

Thursday, April 5

Blaine’s brother was absolutely infuriating.

When Cooper had called from the airport on Saturday with a “Surprise!” and an apology for missing their grandmother’s birthday (“I was auditioning for a super secret project, and the director’s name just might rhyme with Bichael May ”), Blaine could have forgiven him, even though it meant missing spending the rest of the weekend with Kurt. But showing up at his school, flirting with everyone (but especially Kurt), and everyone making googly-eyes at Cooper (but especially Kurt) was making him ill. It just reminded him that Cooper was the special one, and Blaine was just… Blaine.

After they had lunch that day (where Cooper humiliated him by testing out his awful accents on the poor Breadstix waitress), Kurt told him that Mr. Schue had okayed Cooper coming to class that week as a way to dissuade the seniors from doing Skip Day. Now, Blaine had to sit in the choir room while Cooper gave acting lessons. Worse, he watched as all of his classmates gobbled up all of his bad guidance with a spoon. Pointing, speaking loudly, ignoring your scene partner? This was terrible advice. And Kurt was writing notes, lapping it up voraciously. Blaine had thought there were hints of Kurt reciprocating his feelings, especially at Rachel’s party. Heck, he was pretty sure they were going to kiss again until Mercedes showed up. But now? All he could remember was Kurt begging him to do the Duran Duran medley with Cooper on Tuesday. Hearing “You’re both so handsome and good!” should have made him feel better. But it didn’t. Actually, for a split second, he wondered if Kurt didn’t want them both (to which he shivered an “Ew!” to himself).

He probably could have held in his outburst during their practice run of an NCIS scene, but when Cooper looked at him with a straight face and said, “A man in a dress is dead,” he couldn’t take it anymore.

“God, Cooper, why do you have to be like this?!?!” he yelled.

“There you go, Squirt! Now, point while you’re yelling!”

Ugh, he really didn’t get it. “I’m not acting, Coop. This is actually me actually yelling at you!” Now, the rest of the Glee Club was focused on them, awkwardly standing by. Even Tina was frozen on the floor, unsure if she should sit up or keep playing dead. “Ever since we were kids, you’ve had to turn everything into a competition, and I was never good enough. It was always, ‘You need to watch your rhythm, Blaine,’ ‘Try to keep up, Blaine,’ ‘Blaine, you need to focus.’ Never once did I get support!”

Cooper looked like he’d been hit with a brick. “Blaine, of course, I support you. I just wanted you to reach your potential.”

“Then tell me when I’m doing well! It’s always about what I’m not doing right! And then, I have to watch you waltz into my school, watch everyone fall all over themselves because you’re so charming, watch Kurt practically salivate over you. God you even cast your spell over my own boyfriend…” Well, now he was exposing himself… So what if it was the truth? It was what he and Kurt were convincing everyone of, right? “I’m done with this, Cooper, done with you .” And at that, he stormed off.

Blaine went to the locker room first to take out his frustrations on the punching bag. He threw as many punches that he could, throttling the bag until his shoulders and hands ached. He hit the shower afterward, turning the water to as hot as he could stand it. He let the steam and the pressure pound into his muscles and his lungs, but it didn’t completely release the frustration he felt toward Cooper, Kurt, or himself. He toweled off, got dressed, reapplied his gel, then made his way to the auditorium, where he did the only other thing he could think of when his emotions were too much…sing them out. 

When he finished the last lines of “Fighter,” he heard applause from the wings.

“Should have known I would find you here,” Kurt said as he stepped out onto the stage.

“I’m fine.” Blaine shrugged.

“As a wise man once told me, ‘fine’ doesn’t sing like you just sung,” Kurt said. “That was quite the outburst you had in the choir room. Nice touch dragging me into it, by the way. But I know that wasn’t all about me. Want to talk about it?”

“It’s just… Cooper . He has to be so handsome and talented and charming and enigmatic, and I’ve watched you trip over your own feet at the mere sight of him all week. I mean, his acting advice isn’t even that good.”

Kurt looked…amused? “Blaine, are you jealous?”

“What? No, of course not. I’m… Okay. Maybe a little.” Blaine had to admit it; he was totally jealous of Kurt’s crush on Cooper, mainly because it wasn’t on him. Maybe this was his chance to open up, tell Kurt exactly how he really felt? But ugh, in the middle of the hallway between classes was not the way he wanted to do it. Kurt deserved romance and wooing. This wasn’t the right time. So… “Cooper just has this ability to make everybody love him and make me feel like, well, not that.” There. That was technically the truth, too.

“Blaine, Cooper is handsome and charming, sure, but he’s not you ,” Kurt said. “And by the way, everybody in that choir room loves you, too. Cooper was just something new and shiny; that’s all. And if I’m being totally honest? Yeah. He’s a little full of himself.”

“He is,” Blaine nodded. 

“Speaking of people who love you… A little birdie told me he might be waiting back in the choir room. Don’t worry. The rest of the Glee Club already left. You two need to really talk. I think you touched a nerve; he was pretty upset.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. You know, he really does think you’re talented. He just didn’t know how to tell you. I have a feeling he’s open to finding another way than what he’s been doing.”

Blaine hoped that was the case. His brother infuriated him, but he still loved the guy. “Are you going home?”

“No. Need to stop by the garage first. See you later?”

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dave Karofsky awkwardly hovering near the back auditorium door. Blaine acted quickly. “Of course, you will, honey,” he said before he leaned in to Kurt without warning and kissed him softly on the lips. He nestled his face into Kurt’s neck just long enough to whisper, “Dave’s watching,” before finishing a hug, taking the opportunity to inhale Kurt’s scent. He then went in search of his brother to put out the other fire he had started.

He found Cooper in the choir room, right where he’d left him. He was sitting at the piano (apparently Brad had cleared out, too), plinking out the opening notes to another Duran Duran song and murmuring the lyrics to himself. “Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue…”

“Thought I heard you talking softly,” Blaine finished the line.

Cooper startled slightly and stopped, turning on the bench. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Blaine said, his head bent, eyes down. “Look…

“I’m sorry.” 

“I’m so sorry…”

Cooper laughed at their unintended synchronicity. “Um, you first.”

Blaine shook his head, but said, “Okay. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, especially in front of everyone. I think I embarrassed both of us.”

“You probably did,” Cooper agreed. “But also, I guess I deserved it. Maybe you were right. I guess I just wanted you to do well so badly that I focused more on correcting your mistakes than all the ways you were already talented.”

“You…you think I’m talented?”

“Squirt, if I didn’t think you were, you think I would bother pushing you so hard to succeed?” Cooper stood up. “Blaine, I’ve been in Hollywood for years , and my big break is a commercial that airs during Dr. Phil and late-night, syndicated reruns of CSI: Miami . But you…with your Disney Prince looks? Your voice and stage presence? You’re gonna take it all by storm. Movies, music, Broadway…”

“I thought Broadway was dead. Your words.”

“You’ll single-handedly revive it. I just wanted you to be the absolute best. And everyone can use some improvement, like your dancing.”

“Coop…”

“What I’m trying to say is, I assumed you already knew how good you were at the other stuff. But I guess everyone needs some reassurance every now and then. So, this is me saying it. Blaine, you are awesome, and I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

“Thanks, Cooper.” Blaine and Cooper met in a hug. 

Cooper patted Blaine’s shoulder and said to him, “And by the way, that boyfriend of yours is a keeper. Hold on to him.”

“Huh?” Blaine pulled from the hug.

“Kurt. Let me tell you, after you left, he tore into me. Said I was being ungrateful and unfair to you and how you were right, that I was focused on the negative and not seeing all the wonderful things you are.”

Blaine blinked. Wonderful ? “Things like what?”

“Like how you’ll do anything for your friends, that you’re probably the most talented and gorgeous guy he’s ever met, and that I don’t know how lucky I am to have you for a brother.”

“Well, he’s right on that last one.”

“And on the others, too. Don’t sell yourself short.”

Blaine smiled. If Kurt really did think all of those things…was there a chance?

Cooper walked back to sit at the piano. “Now, how about one more Duran Duran number…for the road?”

“Sure. Why not?” Blaine said, leaning on the other side. “And after, we can work on your audition tape.”

“Audition?”

“For the Michael Bay movie. I think you might sell yourself short, too, Cooper. If anyone belongs in the Transformers franchise it’s you.”

“Thanks, Squirt.”

As they started over again on “Ordinary World,” Blaine couldn’t help but let his imagination drift back to what Kurt had apparently told Cooper. And if he had really ripped into him like he had said, he was either a great actor… or both of their outbursts tended to reveal truth in anger.

Note from GleefuldarrenCrissFan: The next chapter, written by starpunchsoup, will be posted Saturday morning. This fic is completely finished, thanks to Teddyshoney, who edited each chapter. Don't forget to leave a review and let the author know your thoughts.

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[awstensmind]

5th july, 6:54pm cedars-sinai medical center emergency room

-

Waking up cold and alone happened more often than Awsten would care to put focus on, but waking up cold and alone in a hospital bed was far, far worse. He’d been falling in and out of sleep, or consciousness, for the past couple of hours. 

Unknown to Awsten, he had passed out on his way to check in for his flight, rendering him unconscious on the ground in front of innocent bystanders. Medics were called and he was checked over before they carted him off in an ambulance to the nearest emergency room just to make sure he was okay. Awsten was pale, his heartbeat weak, he was exhausted. His lack of food and hydration hasn't helped the cause, and the endless travelling from the past month had tipped him over the edge of being moderately okay. He was not okay. 

The steady beeping of the machines monitoring his heart rate was what Awsten chose to focus on to keep himself awake. He’d found himself doing that more often, having to really put thought into something, even mid-conversation, to stop himself from falling asleep. It was a problem that he was addressing, but he didn't think he’d wind himself up in hospital over it. 

He felt lighter, though, thanks to the IV fluids they had been feeding him. Other than the burrito he had with Jawn after therapy, Awsten hadn’t eaten more than one meal a day since the tour ended. He tried, he would tell himself. The truth is, he just didn't feel the need to. He was tired all the time. He wasn’t exerting energy on stage every night, so he didn’t have a reason to fuel his body more than the bare minimum. It’s basic diet culture, right? Only eat what you need. You have to burn more calories than you eat if you want to lose weight, and balance the two if you want to maintain weight. He was simply trying to do the latter.

Awsten was pulled from his thoughts when a nurse walked in. “Oh good! You’re awake. You’ve been out for a little while. How are you feeling, sweetheart?” she asked as she made a note on his chart, checking the time in the process.

"Yeah, I think I’m okay. I feel a little better than I did,” he spoke honestly, his eyes already feeling less heavy, but maybe that was just because he finally got some decent rest. 

“That’s a good start then, isn’t it love? You gave us quite the scare. Your vitals are all stable, now. I bet those fluids are helping you out, too. It took a few attempts but we got a hold of your emergency contact. They send their love.”

Awsten perked up at the mention of his contact. “Jawn? Fuck, I bet he’s so worried, he’s on a cruise or something,” he mumbled, suddenly being flooded with guilt that he’d be making Jawn’s trip worse than it was already most likely going to be. He knew how much he hated the idea of Mexico. 

“"He contacted your husband, also. I have your phone here, but I need you to try and eat something for me first, okay? I have jello, yoghurt, or both,” she suggested with a sweet smile. He liked her, he decided. If it were any other situation, he’d be frustrated with her mom-like comments, but he was grateful for it now. It depleted his anxiety to almost nothing and he wanted to make the most of that. 

“Um, both, please,” he spoke shyly, his fingers playing with the edge of the blanket draped over him.

“Perfect. I’ll get some and check those test results from this morning and then I’ll be right back, okay sweetie?” 

#a #ed #eb #hosp.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.6 Sakamaki Laito [TRACK 4]

Original title: 直線

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 6 Sakamaki Laito

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: All I have to say about this track is big O O F. Laito snapping near the end is both terrifying as well as extremey fascinating. While I would not want him as my boyfriend in a million years, I always find myself enjoying his drama CDs (at least the non-fanservice ones) very much before of how they portray his emotional development. 

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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TRACK 4: EYE-TO-EYE

*Ding・dongー Ding・dongー*

Laito enters the infirmary.

*Rattle* 

“...! ...Are you okay, Bitch-chan? I heard you collapsed in the middle of class.”

You nod.

[00:29] “You honestly shouldn’t push yourself to come to school if you’re feeling unwell, you know? You really are serious about the strangest things.”

You try and play it off as simply feeling a little under the weather.

“...’A little’, you say? You’ve been shaky in your step and experiencing pain quite often as of late, haven’t you? No matter how much of a hopeless masochist you may be, I really wish you would monitor your own health a little better.”

You apologize.

[01:03] “...You’ve lost quite a bit of weight, huh?”

You raise your head.

“Are you aware...Of how hollow your cheeks have become? 

You frown.

“If you won’t sleep...How about you eat something instead? At this rate, there won’t be any flesh left for me to sink my fangs into.”

You shrug.

[01:31] “There’s plenty of food for humans to enjoy, right? With so many things to choose from, I’m sure there must be at least something which sounds appetizing, no? Try your hardest to find something! Personally, I’d like for you to get to a weight where it feels nice and cozy to rest my head in your lap.”

You mention craving sweets. 

“Sweets, huh? Those are quite nice, aren’t they? I like macarons myself as well, so I wouldn’t mind enjoying a couple together.”

You say sorry.

[02:08] “...! Did you...apologize just now?”

You nod.

“Why would you...say sorry? ...What? Did you do something which calls for an apology? Hey? If you didn’t, then don’t be saying sorry. ...This isn’t your fault, is it? Or am I wrong?”

You apologize once more. 

[02:46] “Tsk…! Didn’t you…(mumbles) hear me just now!?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“...Didn’t I just tell you not to apologize!? Why would you need to say sorry!? Your condition...it’s all that woman’s fault, isn’t it? I’ve told you plenty of times that you’re not to blame, so why would you apologize!?”

You protest. 

[03:15] “Are you going to make up excuses now? What are you going to say? What are you going to do? Is this something you can fix yourself…!?”

You flinch. 

“You’re always quick to put the blame on yourself, aren’t you? Does that magically solve the issue? Will it provide any help? It doesn’t, does it? Point being, there is absolutely no reason for you to beat yourself up over this!”

You suddenly clutch your chest. 

[03:37] “...! Hey...Are you okay!?”

*Rustle*

“Does it hurt!? Can you breathe…!?”

You continue coughing.

“Aah, god! Stop talking already! ...Hold on one second!”

Laito goes to fetch you a glass of water.

[03:59] “Haah...Here, some water! Drink this! It’ll help with the coughing!”

You thank him. 

“...It’s because you pushed yourself to speak. You should keep quiet when I tell you to shut up. ...Understood?”

You nod.

“...Anyway! Just get some rest for now, okay?”

You agree.

[04:31] “Go ahead and hog that bed all for yourself until the end of the school day, okay? I mean, little cowards like you rarely get the chance to skip class otherwise, right?”

You giggle.

“I’ll come get you when classes are over, okay? ...See you.”

Laito leaves the room.

*Rattle*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

[05:15] “Ugh...Haah...It’s no use...I can’t sleep at all…”

[05:27] ( I decided to distance myself from her for a while. Even when we ran into each other, I would always avoid direct eye contact. And today, after coming face-to-face with her for the first time in a while, I realized just how much her condition had worsened. I had been turning a blind eye to her, exactly because I knew this would happen. I felt as if karma had come back to bite me in the ass hard. As I try to fall asleep, the image of her sickly appearance laying in the infirmary bed remains vividly engraved in the back of my mind. )

[06:20] “...Uu…Uu...What is going on…? What is...causing all of this…? Is it because of that woman’s heart? Or maybeーー? ...Hah! Who cares about the reason. Either way, there’s nothing that can be done about it. However, at this rate, she will...Aah! God! Fuck! ...What is happening!? Ughー!”

*Thud*

[07:10] “Haah, haah...Vampires are stronger than humans are, and we have various abilities as well. I could easily break this wall if I wanted to. Butーー Right now, I haven’t been any help to her whatsoever. The best I can do is hold off from sucking her blood. I can’t have a doctor look at her. Nor am I capable of taking out her heart to examine it myself. While I’m sitting here doing nothing, her health deteriorates day by day. ...Hah!”

*Rustle*

[08:02] “ーー Kuh! What should I do…!? Aah...This sucks...Even my chest is aching now...I don’t get it…! Did I catch her disease? No way, right? The inside of my chest feels heavy, painful...and restless...I feel as if I’m going mad...Uu...AAAAAAAH!!!!” 

“Fuck…”

*Thud*

[08:42] “Fuck! Fuck! These feelings…!! I…don’t need them!! I don’t want them! I don’t!! Haah…Haah…These feelings…aren’t mine…It’d be bad to have them inside of me…Right? Uu…I mean…I’m Laito. Sakamaki Laito. A Vampire who gets around by lying and deceiving without giving it a second thought.

[09:25] …I have no use for deep sentiments. They’re not something I’m meant to hold. I’ve lived my whole life that way, haven’t I!? Ugh…This doesn’t make any sense! There’s something off…Something wrong with me! …I have to fix this…I have to go back to who I used to be. By feeling this way, I’ll no longer be myself. Haah, haah…”

He suddenly perks up.

[10:02] “...! Let’s get rid of them...Let’s just throw them out...Right! I can just get rid of these feelings! But how should I go about it? All of them! Every single one! ー But how? ...Aah...Right. Exactly. I get it now. I should just...Fufufu...I should just do this…”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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[ayamturd]

enough│dream team

summary: y/n is overwhelmed and hits a breaking point. luckily, her boys are always there for her.

warnings: angst to fluff, light cursing

pairing: real-life platonic!dream team

a/n: was trying to write comfort drabble but got carried away, oops— pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

Falling face-first onto the safe haven of your couch, you felt as if you could cry from exhaustion. 

Today was long, longer than usual. From pulling an all nighter to barely finish the analysis essay you put off to the very last minute, struggling to understand the notes in most (if not all) of your online classes, to the torturous hours at work dealing with difficult coworkers and harsh customers, to say you were emotionally, physically, and mentally drained was an understatement. 

Despite the numerous assignments you knew were waiting to be completed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The stress of simply worrying about them was already enough to drown your thoughts as you smothered your face into the pillow cushions. Before the raging thoughts could continue to ring though, the discord notification quietly broke the empty space, the phone being previously thrown somewhere on the floor. 

The bright screen blinded you as you brought the phone towards your face and answered the call with blurred eyes. “Hello?”

“Aye, nice to know you’re not dead!” What?

“Sap, what the hell do you want?” The lack of sleep was present in your quip tone. You probably would have apologized upon realizing if you could think straight. 

“Geeez, no need to get all upset. Was just wondering if you were still planning on joining the stream.” 

“Stream? What stream?” As if answering your own question, you pulled the phone away to check the date and sat up in slight panic. Fuck. “Shit! I didn’t realize that was today, I thought it was still Thursday!” 

Sapnap laughed, but it didn’t help calm your nerves at all. “Honestly, you’re fine. We were just wondering what happened since you weren’t answering any of our messages.” You scrolled through the boys’ messages from the past hour asking where you were. 

“Ahh, but still, I’m so sorry. I just got home but let me set up and I’ll be there in the next five minutes or so.” 

“You sure? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, s’just a chill stream while we speed run and shit.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I promised and haven’t hung out with you guys in a while anyway.” Rising slowly from the couch, you stretched with a groan and headed to your bedroom to quickly change into something comfortable. 

“Alright, nice. I’ll tell the guys, see you then.” You hummed a bye and closed your phone. Slipping out of your dirty uniform and putting on something loose, you collapsed into your office chair and turned on your monitors. You weren’t in the greatest mood if you were being honest with yourself, but you would feel bad if you fell through with plans and didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You tried to force down any negative thoughts before entering the call.

“—eorge! What?!” Clay’s signature yell practically made your ears bleed when adjusting the headphones on your head. You were quick to turn down the volume. 

“What are you idiots up to now?” you asked, letting the boys know of your presence.

“Y/n! glad you finally decided to join us!” George remarked. You could hear the stupid grin on his face while loading up the game, and scowled at your screen as if he could see it. “Shut it, Gogy. I was busy and it slipped my mind.”

“Mhmmm, suuure. You totally weren’t ignoring us for the past hour or so.” The cheeky little bitch.

“Hey, just cause the girls you hit up don’t respond doesn’t mean every girl in the world is ignoring you!” 

You could hear Clay wheeze as George and you began your usual bickering. Wanting to entertain their streams, you tried to interact and talk with each of the boys as much as possible, but you felt the high of speaking with friends significantly drop as the night continued on. 

The events of the day and the sensitive thought of meeting expectations and your inability to do so were starting to creep onto you. Even your game play was off as you died the fifth time in a row within the first 3 minutes again; the growing frustration made you tear up and get more angry at yourself. Who sucks at a block game and starts crying about it?

You didn’t realize you had gone silent until Clay called your name. “Yeah, Dream?”

“I ended the stream a few minutes after George and Sap, no need.” Oh. You must’ve spaced out and not noticed. When did George and Sapnap end stream? 

Letting out a sigh, you responded, “my bad Clay, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

George began speaking. “You okay tonight, y/n? It’s been awhile since we last actually talked and you got pretty quiet at the end there. I thought you were afk at first but could hear your keyboard.”

“I’m good, just tired.” You struggled to make a smile, barely convincing yourself as is.

“I don’t know, even when you’re tired, you’re not dead silent and completely zone out.”

“Yeah, what’s up with you today? I know you said you were at work but it’s not like you to forget things completely.”

“Plus you weren’t really fighting back that last argument. I know I’m amazing at Minecraft but I didn’t expect you to—“ You let out a stuttered breath and choked back a sob at their words, the heavy weight of the day finally crashing on you. 

You could hear George try to apologize for something he could have done to upset you and swallowed your silent hiccups to respond. “Don’t, George. Please. Trust me when I say you didn’t do anything wrong.”

The call went silent before Clay spoke up. “Then what is wrong, y/n? You can’t tell us something isn’t bothering you, we just want to help.” Now that opened the floodgates. Your breathing became irregular as more tears came into view. If the boys were talking, you couldn’t hear anything they were saying. You felt awful for forcing them to listen to you cry your emotions out, but Sapnap was quick to softly console you when you pathetically began to repeat broken sorry’s.

Eventually your sobs became sniffs as you calmed yourself while listening to George tell you to breathe in and out. The call became relatively silent once more.

“I’m so sorr—”

“Y/n,” Clay firmly stated, “never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You’re okay, okay?” You sniffed and nodded to his words, replying with a soft okay.  

“What’s wrong, y/n?” George was more gentle then before, him trying his best to comfort you in comparison to his joking manner. 

“I— I’m just so tired. Tired of school, t—tired of work, tired of trying to keep up with everything. I feel like I can’t breathe and it hurts. A—and I can’t help but hate myself for not being able to keep up with my own responsibilities and shit. I just, why am I not good enough?” The pause of silence was deafening and you looked desperately at the boys’ icons for an answer before screwing your eyes shut. 

Clay was first to respond. “Y/n, I know that right now everything feels hard and stacked up against you, but please trust me when I say it gets better. I know you said it’s been hard to breathe but you have to let yourself. You shouldn’t hate yourself for not being able to keep up, it’s just a sign you need to step away and give yourself a break. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here, George is here, S—“

“I’m here,” Sapnap interrupted. Clay let out a murmured groan while George scolded him for talking. “Oh, uh, sorry…” You giggled slightly.

“What I’m sure Clay was trying to say before is, you have us to back you up, alright? Struggling to take on your own responsibilities isn’t something to feel alone in, everyone needs support and we’ll always be yours. You are good enough. You’re too good for your own good that you won’t let yourself see it.” They collectively chuckled at George’s words. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You slowly nodded while still grasping everything they said, a warmth replacing the shuddered breaths as you exhaled. “I do, yeah.” You couldn’t help but feel touched by their attentiveness and genuinely smiled. “Thank you guys, for listening and calming me down. It means a lot.”

“Course, y/n.” Sapnap reassured. “We love you and all that shit.”

“I love you guys and all that shit too.”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream team x reader #dteam x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dream team x f!reader #dteam x f!reader

[spinster-sisters]

Criminal. khj

TW: Violence kinda, weapons kinda, illegal stuff obviously, exhibitionism, marking, posesiveness, gang? au? possibly, I honestly dont know what this is.

WC: 6k

I normally dont do summaries but I got a funny one:

You and your boyfriend escape a bank robbery.

-

The toe of your shoe clicks against the marble floor as you tap your foot. Across the room, high up on the wall there is an analog clock ticking down the seconds. It’s getting late, and the bank teller couldn’t be going any slower. Only two people ahead of you now.

You check your phone for the fifth time in the past 10 minutes, no update. Must not be running as late as you thought. You shift your weight to your other foot only to start taping once again. Ok sure, you weren’t late, it doesn’t mean you like how long this damn lady is taking.

The line moves up as the teller begins helping the next person. You attempt to swallow your impatience as best you can, pulling out your phone again to quickly slide between apps, but the longer you stand there the louder the ticking of the clock seems to echo around the room.

Looking away from your device, you take another look around the room. Nothing has changed since you came in. In between the doors and the lines, there was a seating area filled with two uncomfortable-looking couches facing each other and a coffee table between them. There were still 3 tellers sitting at their desks, 10 customers in line counting you. Two in the first line, three in the second, yourself, and two others in the last. About as busy as you would expect at this time of day. But the waiting still sucked.

Finally, you hear the teller ask “is there anything else I can help you with?” And you know that soon it will be your turn at the window. Pulling out your phone again you shoot a quick text.

[ it’s my turn next, hopefully, I’ll be out of here soon ]

1:24pm

Just as the woman in front of you steps away a notification dings on your phone.

[ See you soon ;) ]

1:25pm

You sighed at your boyfriend's message, thinking the winky face was a bit on the nose for your taste. But Hongjoong liked to tease.

Dropping your phone back into your pocket, you look up just as the teller motions you forward. The click of your shoe against the tile seems almost deafening in the quiet room as you step forward, trying to mask the small smile Hongjoong’s message had given you.

“what can I help you with today?” The lady at the counter-question with subdued chirpiness. Clearly, she has had a long day, already ready for it to be over. The thought made you wince.

“Hi, there seems to be a problem with the direct deposit on my account. My last paycheck didn’t go in.” You start, placing both hands on the counter.

The teller nods, with mock understanding, clearly just an impulse for years of customer service. Somewhere outside several car doors slam, but no one inside seems to notice the sound.

“Could I have the number of the account?” The teller asks, placing both hands on the keyboard and frowning at the screen, prepared to type whatever comes out of your mouth. You don’t have time to say it.

All the lights on the monitor suddenly shut off. The woman helping you looks taken aback for a second, looking over to her coworkers only to see them doing the same. The hairs on the back of your neck shoot up as nerves build in your stomach.

The next thing happens so quickly you barely register it. The glass door slides open and a metal canister flies into the room. Acting on instinct your hands fly to your ears, your eyes screwed shut, and you drop to your knees. Even with your ears covered it does little to silence the ear-splitting bang that rips through the room. It sends the rest of the room's inhabitants to the floor seconds after you, either from shock or from the disorienting mix of light and sound that came from the small device.

Flashbang.

Your heart jumps up to your throat. You open your eyes but did not let your hands drop just yet. The ring was still sounding in the room, but the blinding light had gone. Just as the last of the ringing fizzled out the doors slid open again.

A group of masked figures took confident strides into the room. Your eyes searched the street behind them, looking for anyone who might notice what’s going on. There was no one. Your stomach dropped again. The others in the room finally seemed to be regaining their hearing and sight, only to shriek when the men came into view. Swallowing your nerves you do a headcount of the patrons. Three tellers, ten customers including yourself. All adults, no children. That was good, children would cause problems.

After assessing the situation and taking a few deep breaths, you look over to the group of men who were starting to spread out around the room. The more you looked at them the more frightening they appeared. Each of the men were were dressed head to toe in black with a mask covering the bottom half of their faces, but even as you sized them up you avoided looking at their eyes, drawing attention to yourself now would be stupid.

Every one of them carried a gun. But as they fanned out across the room only one had it pointed. The same one that spoke.

“Anyone not on the ground better get that way. We don’t have all day.” The voice that spoke was calm but had a clear edge. The tones meaning ran clear in your ears as much as everyone else’s, calm does not mean forgiving. You kept your head down, trying your best to sink into the shadows trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself, that’s what people always said to do right?

You heard a few thuds as the few people in the room who remained standing dropped to the floor. None of the other patrons or staff said a word. Thank god, fighting would make this much more difficult.

“Great, now I want everyone’s hands on the ground in front of them. Try to call anyone and one of us will put a new hole in your head, so why don’t we make this easy and nobody make a sound.” The voice continued in that same tone. Your eyes shot up to make sure everyone was following orders as you placed your own hands on the cold tile next to your bare knees, they were already getting stiff and you hoped this would be over quickly.

A few of the men began walking through the people on the floor, hands on their guns but not drawn, checking just as you did that everyone was behaving. As one of the taller ones drifted toward your spot you stared at the same tile a few feet ahead of you, matching the other patrons around you.

You heard the heavy thuds of footsteps as they paused in front of you, just for a moment. You felt the gaze burn into the top of your skull as you stared forward, holding your breath.

“You don’t look nearly scared enough.” The new voice spoke, completely nonchalant. The next moment, a heavy leather boot pressed down onto your hand, crushing it against the tile. You winced and let out a small cry as pain shot up your arm. It stung as he dug his foot harder onto your hand. Both hands started to shake as the pain built, the knot that had formed in your chest from the moment the flash-bang fell through the air tightened till your breath became choked and shaky. Suddenly the pressure was gone.

“Much better,” the voice all but giggled before moving on.

You took a heaving breath as soon as the boots left your field of vision. You felt sweat start to form on your brow bone. You looked up again. A few terrified faces of other patrons looked at you with fear, clearly expecting that the man was going to blow your head off.

The man who spoke first stepped forward and motioned to the middle teller who was watching petrified from behind his desk, head barely peeking over the edge.

“You,” he started again, taking long strides across the room, walking within a few feet from you on your right side to the opening that led behind the counter, “Why don’t you show me to the safe?” He asked, voice still disconcertingly cordial. The teller gapped for a moment, and the man tilted his head expectantly. The teller stumbled to his feet, eyes not moving from the shiny gun trained on him. He did little more than gesture vaguely for the man to follow him before they both disappeared behind the doors that lead to the back of the bank, 2 of the other men followed behind him.

The room was stiff with tension. For the patrons at least. All of you seemed to be holding your breath, but the men could not seem calmer. Their postures were relaxed, many of them had their arms crossed over their chest or were leaning against furniture. None of them even had their weapons drawn, but they were still visible. Enough to keep everyone shaking with fear with their heads down. It was bizarre but effective for the time being.

Your head was absolutely swimming. Trying to keep notice of the positions of everyone in the room, taking shooting glances around for a few seconds at a time, checking the faces of your fellow hostages. Everyone knows in situations like this it’s best to just comply, you sure fucking hoped the others knew that as well. You tried to lead by example anyway. And then there were the men. You didn’t dare look any one of them in the eye, knowing what kind of consequences that would bring. But you tried to keep tabs on them. They weren’t moving much in the few minutes since the three men disappeared with the teller, but any slight movement they gave was noteworthy into your mind. You had to keep things under control.

The minutes ticked on in almost complete silence, save for the one man who was humming of all things. How could they possibly be relaxed right now you did not know. The sound was harsh against your ears for how gentle it was, it kept distracting you from your thoughts.

The thought in question was a dangerous one. Your back was beginning to ache from being hunched over and your palms were sweating uncomfortably against the marble. From where you sat against the furthest teller window you were blocked from the direct view of every robber by either furniture or walls. What you wanted to do was risky, any slight movement on their behaves would land you in their line of sight. That was an opportunity for anyone who could take it.

You need to text Hongjoong. He needed to know what was going on. You watched the men carefully for the next few minutes, looking for any sign that they might start looking around, but they all seemed perfectly content in their places. With a shaking hand, you slowly began reaching into your pocket. You managed to pull the device out without anyone noticing, but as you slid it into your lap and under your shirt one of the other patrons saw, and their eyes shot wide open. Shit.

They looked at you with frantic, pleading eyes that screamed call for help. They were looking too obvious. You swallowed and shook your head, trying to get them to look away, but they didn’t.

“Heads down,” a deep voice called. Both you and the other patron snapped your eyes to the floor, but after listening for a few seconds it didn’t sound like anyone was moving toward you. You were still blocked from view. With a shaky breath, you slowly pulled the phone out. Unlocking it silently, you pressed on the messages app.

“Well, what’s this?”

Dread shot through you. The man had reappeared from the back, slinking quietly to your side somehow without you noticing. Your head shot up to look at him as he stood, barely 5 feet away from you staring down at your phone. The entire room's attention was now on you. You felt your blood freeze in your veins as the eyes above the mask narrowed into a glare. You didn’t even move to hide the phone, you didn’t move to do anything. You just sat there, staring dumbly back into his eyes. You heard the distant sounds of fear from the hostages and soft chuckles from the men.

The bag he had slung over his shoulder was tossed to the nearest member of his crew, the two that had followed him into the back of the back reappeared, took one look at the scene, one shaking his head before they both carried on out the door with the three bags.

A hand shot into your hair, grabbing it by the roots and pulling you to your feet. Your scalp burned, the pain was so sharp and sudden your eyes screwed shut and you lost Yoruba balance. Disoriented, you let out a shriek at the pain and if it weren’t for the grip on your head you would have fallen right back down. The phone was ripped from your hand. The man slid his hand from your hair to grasp the back of your neck firmly as he looked over the screen. When your eyes opened he was scrolling through the messages from half a moment before laughing a full and wicked laugh.

“Texting your boyfriend? How cute.” He all but cackled. He observed your face, your eyes hard and pricked with tears, and he giggled again. Shoving your phone into his pocket, he motioned to the others before pulling you towards the door. You stumbled over your legs multiple times, letting out cries and hisses as you went but doing little to resist.

The other hostages, let out distraught sobs but you blocked them out, their sympathy would do nothing for you now.

You were pulled out of the building at the same moment the sound of engines roared to life. In one quick glacé you saw that the street was still deserted.

Your back was slammed against the wall of the bank, just out of view of those inside and the barrel of the man's gun was trained on you. You shut your eyes tight.

You heard a bang. And the wailing cries of the hostages inside.

Then familiar lips crashed onto yours. It wasn’t really a kiss, more of a peck. The man's lips moved against yours for only a few seconds, so little you had no time to react before they were gone.

You opened your eyes. His mask was pulled back up, and he had taken a step back. His gun was already holstered at his side.

You didn’t have to see the bottom half of the man's face to know he was smirking. You pushed yourself off the wall and glared at him. At that moment two cars pulled out of the parking lot, one stopping directly in front of you. With a huff you pushed past the man who you could almost guarantee was still grinning.

Opening the door you slid into the backseat against the far window and crossed your arms over your chest. Seconds later the man got in and closed the door. And you were off.

“Come on your not actually mad are you,” he giggled, pulling down his mask.

“You damn near pulled my hair out Hongjoong! Of course, I’m mad!” You spat. You heard the two in the front seat chuckle.

“Oh don’t think you're off the hook Yunho. What the fuck was that? Since when was breaking my hand apart of the plan?” You hollered, kicking your foot against his seat. This only lead to more giggling. You resiliently stared forward, not looking at to boyfriend. He didn’t seem bothered by this in the slightest. Hongjoong slid across the back seat to wrap an arm over your shoulder that even in your rage you didn’t have the heart to shake off.

“But it’s not like I was lying! You looked way too calm. If any of them had looked at you it would have been obvious something was up.” Yunho defended, gesturing with the hand, not on the steering wheel.

“Come on, darling. You know we have to make it believable. I can’t have my best spy get their cover blown because I’m too gentle with you.” The arm around your shoulder tightened, urging you to look at him. Finally, you turned to him, smiling at you so brightly you’d think you were on a friendly road trip.

“Besides, I thought you liked it when I pulled your hair?” Hongjoong said with a cheeky wink. At that Wooyoung howled with laughter from the front seat. You blushed crimson and promptly reached your foot over to kick his seat as well.

“Oh shut up. You were going overboard and you know it.” You grumbled with much less enthusiasm. Hongjoong smiles softly at your pout before leaning back in his seat, giving you a bit more space. Comfortable silence lasted only a few minutes as you drove on before Hongjoong spoke up again.

“Why did you pull your phone out anyway? That was dumb, even if you are on our side.” He asked, fingers rubbing circles comfortingly against your shoulder. You sighed.

“Because the rest of the boys fucked up.” You replied plainly, but still easing into your boyfriend's touch. Both Yunho and Wooyoung made offended noises from the front seat, but you carried on.

“The way they were positioned was wrong. There were blind spots, several actually. You’re just lucky I was the only person in one. I figured I should let you know in case it became a problem.” You continued.

“Hmm,” Hongjoong muttered. While he heard the sound of your voice, you doubted he was listening, as his hand instead taken to playing with your fingers in your lap.

“Isn’t the whole idea of having someone undercover on the inside, so they can tell us where the blind spots are?” Wooyoung asked from the front seat, still clearly offended at your statement.

“I told Yeosang, it’s not my fault you guys planned to take him in the safe this time instead of keeping him in the lobby like always.”You shot back. But even that was half-hearted. Your body really did ache after being hunched on the hard ground for 10 minutes without moving, and the comforting touch of your boyfriend's hands made you melt into the seat, all the tension and worrying about ways it could go wrong eased off your body in waves.

You all could talk about how it went and what needed to be tweaked next time later, right now you just wanted to rest. Hongjoong pulled you against his chest by your shoulder sensing your quick drop in energy.

Just as you were about to doze off a thought popped into your head.

“Hongjoong?”

You could feel the hum he gave in response against your cheek, telling you to continue.

“Are you sure you should have pretended to shoot me? I mean, best case scenario local police add murder onto our rap list. Worst, they find out you have a man on the inside. Either one is bad.” You murmur into his chest. Your group had never killed before as there had never been any need to, and it wasn’t something that any of you really wanted to do.

“That’s only a problem if they catch us.” He replied. Sounding, as always, perfectly certain of himself.

-

Living like this had its pros and cons, much like anything else. The main con being having to drive long ways away for jobs, just as a way to keep yourself safe. Which sometimes meant pulling over on the side of the road at any ditch or shitty motel for the night before getting back to your homes.

As your vehicles pulled into a run-down motel about a mile off the main highway, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had gone into the lobby parading as drunk college students on a road trip to rent the rooms for the night. Needless to say, it had been a long day, the other boys meandered to their rooms and probably fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillows. But not you.

You had been patiently waiting on the hood of the car you arrived in, for the moment Hongjoong got back. And when he did reappear and the others disappeared, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to go lay down as quickly as they did.

As the crunch of their footsteps on gravel faded till they were indoors, you turned your head upwards to the sky. It was late at night and in the middle of nowhere like this, you could see millions more stars than in your home. Hongjoong kept his place, leaning on the car hood next to where you sat, looking up as well but not at the infinite sky like you. No, he was watching your face.

You don’t know exactly how long you sat there, looking up at the sky but you know your neck had begun to ache when Hongjoong finally pulled himself onto the hood of the car next to you. You naturally came to rest your head on his shoulder, still looking up at the stars, but now in your peripheral vision, you could still see Hongjoong studying your expression carefully.

“Something on your mind?” You ask in a quiet voice, still looking up. Hongjoong stirred, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. You tear your gaze from the stars to look at him. The moon cast a pearly light on his face that in your eyes made him glow.

“Sometimes I think I ruined you,” though his words were serious the giggle he gave at the end showed he had no real remorse. You still scoffed.

“I was a criminal long before I meet you Kim Hongjoong, don’t go thinking you

drastically changed the course of my life.” You reply in a dry tone, even if he was joking, it was still a point you wanted to drive home. He had no reason to be guilty with how you turned out, you were probably safer with him and the others than where you were before. He laughed at you again.

Hongjoong laughed at everything. And his laugh was one of the best things about him. Looking at him now, it gets harder and harder to imagine what your life would have been like without him.

“Babe, you were a petty thief, I turned you into a serial bank robber. I consider that pretty drastic.” He shot back, reaching up to pretend to fix your hair.

“If it wasn’t you, it would have been somebody else, and between us? I’m glad it was you.” Your words came out slightly more sentimental than you had anticipated and when Hongjoong fell silent next to you, you promptly blushed and turned back to the stars.

You and Hongjoong very rarely spoke about stuff like this. Even if neither of you would ever admit it, the truth of living life like this is that all it takes is one day, one mistake, for the family you created and the life you live to come crashing down around you. The span of a few minutes could be the difference between running off into the sunset and quite literally never seeing each other again. And after the slight hiccup, you had today that only you had noticed at first, that thought was at the forefront of your mind.

So basically you liked to live in the moment.

It was quiet for a few minutes, him watching you and you watching the sky. There was a very slight breeze in the air, but the summer air was made it more of a gentle cool wind than an uncomfortable chill.

“It’s getting late, you should go to sleep,” Hongjoong muttered. Quieter than his usual quip.

“I slept in the car.” You replied easily. Which was true, and while that nap had been anything but restful with the constant bumps in the road, he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh well, here I was trying to get you in bed but I guess you don’t want to.” He sighed, regaining some of the playfulness from earlier while running a teasing hand up your spine. It gave you shivers, but you had no desire to give in to him so easily.

“Who says we need a bed?” You ask matter of factly. Turning to give him the same wink he had laid on you earlier in the day. Jobs like the one you did today always put you on edge, no matter how many times you did it. Unlike the rest of them, it took you hours to fully relax and admit safety enough to let your guard down. You would never call Hongjoong carefree, but he did have a habit of trying to jump you the moment you were a safe distance away. Hongjoong leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Are you asking me to take you on the hood of this car? Because trust me, darling, I would.” Shivers his your spine once again, but you weren’t quite down bantering yet. You turned your head away from him to look at the beat-up old motel and the deserted parking lot you sat in. Motioning to it all you replied.

“Is this the most romantic place you could find?” You ask, each word oozing with how unimpressed you were by the scenery. At that Hongjoong placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at the millions of shining stars once again. You could feel his next words before they came.

“I don’t know, I think I did a pretty good job.”

It’s true, looking straight up and nowhere else gave the impression that you were sitting on the top of a mountain, the entire world below you and nothing but heaven above. Cheesy, but effective.

Hongjoong accurately assumed your silence meant he had won. Pushing you by your shoulder till your back hit the cool metal, your eyes stayed trained on the sky above. Your legs hung over the front of the car, pushed up only slightly till you lay with most of your body on the hood. Hongjoong’s moonlight face still hung in your peripheral, hanging over you slightly.

You stared straight into the sky as Hongjoong slung his body over yours, trapping your hips to the metal with his own.

“Please tell me you're not going to be super dramatic about this?” You as with your last dreg of defiance. He smirked at you.

“Babe, this is going to be the most dramatic moment of your life.”

And with that, Hongjoong leaned down over you, connecting your lips with a heated kiss. Your arms automatically slung around his neck, pulling him closer. Your breath hitched almost immediately, feeling all strength leave your body as you melted into the kiss. Hongjoong took time to switch between a long slow-paced drag of his lips across yours, to nipping and sucking gently at your bottom lip as he pleased. The air no longer seemed like a necessity, when staying like this forever got more and more appealing.

Running his lips down to your jaw you almost rolled your eyes when you felt Hongjoong suck a rather impressively sized hickey right onto the underside of your jaw. It would perfectly match the fading ones that dotted your collar bones and the base of your neck, though the placement of this one would be much more visible.

Hongjoong’s hand took hold of your waist, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt and pushing it to bunch up over your chest, exposing you to the cool night air. He hadn’t removed it completely, but nonetheless he leaned back to admire. The ghost of a smirk wormed its way onto his lips as he ran his soft fingertips along the marks he gave you.

Staring at the ones lower on your stomach, trailing up your body with feather light touches. Your eyes screwed shut when he brushed over the ones on your breast. The bra you had been wearing today was nothing special, if not a little plain, but you could barely stand the heat of his gaze as it traveled up your body along with his hand.

Eventually, he reached the newest addition to the collection of purple splotches on your body. Cupping your cheek with his hand he urged your eyes open.

“I go through all this work to get you out under the stars and here you are with your eyes closed. That’s rude of you.” He stated with an exaggerated frown.

“It’s rude to tease,” you tried to sound as playful as him, but it came out as more of a whine. He giggled at you and carried on.

“I’m not teasing, I’m admiring. Now let me continue or you’ll get nothing.” He replies sternly. The mood suddenly shifting as the sparkle in his eye shifted to a darker hungrier look. You gulped slightly before letting your head fall back against the metal to stare up at the sky again. You felt Hongjoong’s mouth on your body again. His warm lips giving new life to some of the more faded marks on your chest. The cool air suddenly felt incredibly hot as your boyfriend's hands ran up and down your sides, occasionally stopping to squeeze whatever flesh he could grasp. Each time pulled another sound past your lips, although you did your best to muffle them.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” he remarked, barely pulling away, “I want to hear how pretty you sound too.”

It wasn’t spoken like a command, but you took it as one. Letting your mouth hang open in a moan when Hongjoong took one of your breasts in his palm, kneeling it slightly before pulling your bra down just enough to free it. He wasted no time in dragging his tongue over your nipple, then sweeping back down to suck a mark directly on the underside of your boob.

Your legs clenched together as he worked, the small amount of friction it gave in your shorts only served to drive you to more extremes when you rolled your hips against his. You groaned startlingly loud at that, the sensation of his hard dick pressing against your core even through the denim of both your pants pulled wetness from your core quicker than you would ever care to admit.

Hongjoong pulled away with a laugh, sitting up straight to look down at your already keening expression.

“Calm down baby, we have all night. No need to rush.” He chuckled at you. Despite his words, he took almost immediate action, running his hands up your bare thighs till his fingers hook on the waistband of your shorts. He pulled them down, but only just enough. Slipping his hand between your legs to cup your heat, while palming himself over his jeans. You whined again and clamped your legs around his hand, holding it in place. Despite your body’s subconscious efforts, he slid his finger over your cunt through your damp underwear.

Under any other circumstances, it would have been incredibly embarrassing how wet he made you from just touches to your body, but at the moment all you could think about was how desperately you wanted him to continue.

“Your soaking wet already, it feels like cheating with how quickly your body reacts to me.” He mutters, pressing two fingers against your hole, with nothing but a thin scrap of fabric keeping them from pushing inside you.

“Hongjoong, please fuck me. I’m begging you.” You groan, rolling your hips against his hand repeatedly. He broke out in a wide smile.

“I like the sound of you begging. Do it again for me.” He commands, voice laced with honey. You took a shuddering breath, turning your eyes to meet his with a pleading look.

“Please, I need you to fuck me.” You beg with all the desperation you have.

“Oh course baby, all you had to do was ask.” He lilts, tilting his head to the side with a sickly sweet smile.

Hongjoong pulled his hand from your core, which left an unhappy feeling in your stomach. But he used said hand to assist in pulling his dick free of his pants which spurred your legs even further apart. Your hands had been hanging uselessly at your side since this all began but as he leaned over your body once again, staring straight down into your wanton face, your hands flung themselves behind his shoulder to hang off of him.

Hongjoong pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, running it through your folds twice, watching as your face shifted from bliss to desperation each time he almost slipped in. And of course, he laughed. But that was the last bit of torture he gave you before sinking into your cunt.

Your synchronized groans sounded throughout the empty parking lot when he finally filled you to the hilt. And with his own patients starting to run as thin as yours he wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting again.

Your back arched more each time he pushed into you, feeling him stretching your walls and brush against the most sensitive spots inside you made your toes curl. And as he began to build pace his deep pants and groans rang in your ears.

He was doing anything but going fast. Long hard and deep thrusts shook your body in a steady rhythm. Your nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt and your mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

“Come on baby, you're not that far gone already are you?” His voice carried a teasing tone, but his own breath had gone shaky. You both stared into each other’s faces, watching each other’s expressions shift with bliss at every thrust. You were moaning and whining freely now. Words have failed you.

You felt the muscles on Hongjoong’s shoulder strain beneath your fingers, and with your orgasm fast approaching your nails practically clawed down his back. Hongjoong hissed above you, but the action did nothing but spur him on.

“Your gonna cum baby? Gonna cum already on my cock? How desperate you must be, to let a criminal have his way with you like this.” He growled the words down at you. His words shot to your core, making you clench around him, with a whine you forced words past your lips.

“I don’t care, just want you.” The words were barely a whisper. But the effect was the same. With a ringing cry, you came undone underneath him. You shook and threw your head back, staring directly into the stars above you. Your body moved of its own accord, but that was all beyond you. The only thing you could think about was the look on Hongjoong’s stunning face as he came hovering above you.

You both basked in the feeling of waves of pleasure rolling over your bodies. Continuing to grind against each other subconsciously as you rode it out.

The cool air returned with a nip. Hongjoong had all but collapsed above you. As you came back to reality the cold metal of the car suddenly felt so comfortable you could fall asleep right there. You felt your eyes being to drift shut.

“Oh no baby, I’m taking you to bed for real this time.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling himself up to look down at you again. He gave a small smile at your pout.

“Your pretty cute for a dangerous criminal.”

You gathered up the last of your strength to hit him on the shoulder.

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and this my friends is why I dont make a habit of writing longer things, they just get away from me.

I meant for this to be a short hot sexy lil thing and it turned into this long ass sappy thing

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #ateez scenarios #ateez au #hongjoong scenarios #ateez timestamp #hongjoong timestamp #hongjoong au

[leah-bobeea]

Magazine Girl; Steve Rogers

You ever start writing a fic about a journalist reader at two am who’s eventually gonna end up doing steeb, over his desk, biting down on his expensive leather belt?

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Warnings: CEO!Steve x Journalist!Reader, Angst, Steve’s a little mean, Bossy Steve, Shy/Anxious reader, Dom!steve, mentions spanking, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, coercion (a little teensy bit), Bad writing lol

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Terrible writing w/ a terribly rushed ending. Written on my phone, in my notes app, not beta read, and barely proofread.

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Yes, your hands were busy. Not busy typing out a rough draft of this stupid article on Steve Rogers, not busy calling his secretary to set up a meeting with the man, or the closest to him you could get, not busy doing their job at all. They were busy tapping your pen against the glass tabletop of your desk, successfully annoying Wanda, who sent you an aggravated look from across the room.

“Seriously, Y/n?” Wanda moved from where she was at her desk, clearly not making a breakthrough on her article for this month's issue either. You could only shake your head in reply. Throwing your head back to stare at the ceiling, you starting explaining. “Maria gave me this huge article, Wanda. Cover! And, trust me, I know she’s testing me and doesn’t think I’ll actually be able to do it so she can fire me, or belittle me, or- or something! I don’t know what to do, help me, bestie.” As you finished rambling you looked up at her with your best puppy dog eyes, hoping for some of that amazing advice she gives.

Wanda laughed and pulled a chair over from an empty desk, sitting down and haphazardly throwing her feet on top of your cluttered tabletop. “She wouldn’t give you an article you couldn’t handle, she loves you, Y/n. If it’s truly as difficult as you’re making it out as that means that she knows you’re ready for it, and you’ll do amazing. Who’s it on anyway?”

She was doing such a good job at easing your nerves until she brought up the topic. You whined high in your throat and threw your head to the side before uttering, “Steven Rogers,” you turned your body back to Wanda, “What more do I need to say?” Her eyes widened just a little. “Sheesh...I’d start making phone calls, and praying, maybe?”

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“Hello, Miss. Carter, um- this is Y/n L/n with Shield Mag-“ “Please hold, dear.”

You pulled the phone away from your head and let it rest on your naked thigh, quickly pressing the speaker button. It was times like this when you were grateful that you let your grandma convince you to buy a house phone. Peggy Carter was the fifth person you’d contacted trying to get an interview with this man and she was the second lady that humored you enough to at least pretend like she’d get back to you.

She’s his main assistant so you might have better luck this time...

Thirty minutes later you had your head inches off the ground and your toes wiggling in the air. Humming the annoying hold music to yourself, you braided, unbraided, and re-braided a single strand of your hair. At thirty-nine minutes you were ready to give up until you heard a click on the other line.

You scrambled to turn off the speaker and press the phone back to your ear.

“Miss. Carter I was hoping to set up an interview with Mr. Rogers, over the phone, in person, or through email, if that’s possible?” You asked, hopeful that she wouldn’t shoot you down immediately like everyone else.

“Well, Magazine Girl, I only do in person. But I am a very busy man, so I need to know right away, what’s in it for me?” Your breath hitched and you almost fell and cracked your head open from how startled hearing his voice made you. Then, you nearly gave yourself a head rush from how fast you sat up.

“Well, um, Sir, you would get a headlining article, and uh, a cover on the June issue of Shield Magazine. That’s um, that’s if you want a cover- you don’t have to be on the cover if you don’t want to, just the interview would be mentioned on the cover, but-“ His chuckle was gritty and vivid, effective in stopping your babble. “I’ll see you Friday around noon. Goodbye Magazine Girl.” He hung up on you before you could even comprehend anything but that captivating laugh.

You rubbed at your eyes and grabbed your planner and pen. “Friday at noon...”

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The next day you were back in the office, sitting in Wanda’s stiff chair with twin caramel lattes sitting in front of you. That was the thing about you, you’d come to work early bearing gifts just to tell your closest friend your good news. You’re sweet like that.

When Wanda arrived it was fifteen minutes later and your latte was halfway gone. Hearing her black stilettos click on the glossy linoleum made you perk up immediately. As she approached, you stood, handing her the latte and wrapping your arms around her lithe body.

“I got an interview!” You squealed, rocking your bodies side to side. She stilled you and smiled. “Gosh, that’s great, Y/n. How’d you get it?”

“Well, I called, like everyone, and he picked up, Wanda! he picked up! I’m scheduled for Friday, and my Lord, Wanda, his laugh, it's like honey...” You trailed off, sighing at the thought of him. Your head was rested on her shoulder, a faint smile on your face. “You’ve got a crush on him!” Wanda exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders and holding you an arm's length away to get a good look at your bashful face.

You gasped, “No I do not! That would be totally unprofessional!” The cackle that erupted from her made her sound like the wicked witch of the west. And honestly, under her stare, you felt like Dorothy stuck under that house.

When Wanda was finally done laughing maliciously she let you go, plopping down in her desk chair and sipping her latte. She pointed over and your desk and gave you a look. “Better start drafting those questions... we wouldn’t want you to blank on your crush.” “Wanda!”

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The days leading up to Friday were excruciatingly long, yet the hours until twelve flew past all too quickly.

It seemed as if your wardrobe was never ending, full of clothes that you deemed inappropriate for a meeting with the CEO of American Enterprises. You threw yourself back onto the bed, hair and makeup done but body still wrapped in a fluffy white towel. “Oh Milky, what am I gonna wear?” The soft white kitty glared at you from the pillow she was perched on, meowing at you aggressively.

Ten thirty blinked on the clock and you sat up, glancing at all of the clothes that were scattered on the floor. “I guess this will do.” You picked up the same emerald blazer you had chosen originally and layered it over some basic Levi’s, and gray low cut blouse flowing over your form. A belt was necessary, so you grazed over your options. Brown wouldn’t go, even though it was your only fancy belt. The only black one you had was old, the leather cracked and worn, but it had to do. You slipped on some pretty black heels, lucky that you painted your toes a similar color to your blouse. After accessorizing you sprayed your signature perfume, the one that got you your first college-aged boyfriend, and the same one that you were wearing when you got your first real job.

By the time you were on the Metro, it was eleven o’ six, and you were worried. If you were late you’d lose this chance, and probably your job. The car stopped around eleven fifteen, giving you fifteen minutes to make your way to the building, check-in, and try to not seem so nervous.

Finding the building wasn’t difficult at all, after all, it is the second biggest building in New York City, competing with Stark Tower. The “A” at the top wasn’t illuminated, but it still stood out against the other buildings, cowering over them.

You found that the doors were heavy and if you denied Wanda of going to those burn boot camps you would have extreme difficulty prying them open. The inside was classy, just as you expected. The lamps had blue shades and the front desk lit up with a design that resembled the American Flag, but with less curved stripes and only one large star.

The receptionist was one of the women who shot you down immediately when you called and was a little surprised when you checked in. “Hello, I’m here for Mr. Rogers, twelve o’clock?” She searched for something on her computer, clearly trying to see if the appointment was legitimate. When you were proven correct, she handed you a temporary security badge and a sharpie to write your name on it. “Have a seat over there when you’re finished. I’ll call for you when Mr. Rogers is ready for you.” She smiled, it was fake, but it helped you feel more comfortable.

The red couch was stiff and small, clearly not meant for long periods of sitting. The badge was clipped onto your blouse, not your blazer, and the weight of it was pulling at the already low cut neckline. You thought about moving it, but your attention was quickly turned to the coffee table, where your magazine sat, opened to an article you wrote. Your hands were a little shaky as you went to close the magazine, but you were interrupted before you could grasp the bent pages.

“Miss. Y/n? Mr. Rogers is ready for your interview. Head up to floor thirty six, the door on the right.” Miss receptionist sounded bored, her eyes never left the monitor in front of her. “Thanks.”

Some of the others in the waiting area looked up to you after hearing where you were going, causing you to blush.

You felt lucky to get the elevator to yourself. Thirty-six floors is a long way to go, yet you got there in under three. In the elevator you adjusted your outfit and flattened your hair, hoping it wasn’t frizzy.

The door on the right was clearly not just a meeting room but an office, which you thought was odd. You also found it odd that no one was in the room, you expected to at least be met with his assistant or secretary, if not Steve himself.

Your eyes scanned the room to make sure it was completely empty before taking a seat on the leather chair on the opposite side of the big desk. You opened your notebook and got out your lucky rooster pen before going over your questions once again, hoping he didn’t think they were stupid.

You waited fifteen minutes for him, growing increasingly irked as the minutes built up. When he walked through the door you felt like your heart stopped.

Six-four build covered in a black suit and tie, white undershirt pristine. Blonde hair disheveled and a perfectly manicured beard. The door slammed shut and you heard the clinking sound of a glass being set down. Steve lifted his head and you snapped yours to the front, hoping he didn’t catch you checking him out.

The room was silent besides a rustling coming from behind you. You busied yourself with your notebook, highlighting the questions you wanted to ask most.

“You’re a very patient girl.” He observed. Steve made you wait on purpose. He knew from the first person you called that you wanted an interview, he was friends with Maria Hill after all. But he wanted some entertainment, and after looking into you, he knew you were the right girl. So far he’s made you wait an hour and fourteen minutes for just a smidge of his attention.

“Yes, Sir.” You mumbled, accidentally stopping the highlighter too soon, pressing it down, and letting the pink ink bleed to the next page. He hummed in approval as he rounded the corner, drink in his hand, coat jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, first couple buttons loose. Finally, Steve sat in the big chair, keeping eye contact with you as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the mahogany table.

“Give me that.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement, “What?” You asked, putting your pen down on your lap. Steve motioned for your notebook, and you opened your mouth, starting to stumble over your words. “Oh? um- Okay?” You handed it over to him and he relaxed back into his chair. A question bubbled in your throat, but you didn’t let it escape. Instead, you watched as his eyes scanned the papers, blue cursive, and pink highlighter, little stars and flowers drawn in the corners. “Mr. Rogers, are you ready to start the interview?” You tapped your watch, twelve twenty four.

He nodded, “Yes, I’m ready.” You cleared your throat and went to ask for your notebook, but he beat you to it. “Miss. L/n, is there an achievement or something that you’ve contributed to me that you are most proud of?” Why was he asking you your own questions? “Sir, I-“ He cut you off once again. “Answer the question, doll.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I- um, no. I haven’t contributed anything to you that I should be proud of, Sir.”

“Is there a particular moment or memory of building this relationship that stands out to you?” He continued with the questions, tilting his head to the side. Why was he twisting the questions onto you? When you didn’t come up with an answer he chuckled, sounding sickly sweet like molasses dripping straight from the sugarcane. “Patience finally wearing thin, honey?” You nodded eyes staring at his chest, you couldn’t quite muster up the courage to look him in the eye.

He snapped your notebook closed and slid it towards your side of the grand desk. “You couldn’t answer my questions correctly, Y/n.” You nodded, eyes now downcast, admiring the pattern on the blue carpet. You felt like you were going to cry. This big scary man was mean and just wouldn’t let you conduct your interview and you didn’t know why. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I know you are, doll. But, if you can’t answer my questions how can I answer yours? You have nothing to offer me.” This was it, you were losing your chance. “Business wise, that is.” Your head shook, and your hands were clasped together, your left thumb rubbing your right nail back and forth. “I don’t understand, Sir.”

“I’m friends with Maria, Y/n. If you’re able to get this article done and get me on the cover you’re gonna get a promotion, you want that, right doll?” Your eyes went wide, “Yes, Sir.” Now, he stood, coming around to the front where you are and leaning against the desk. “She said to make it difficult, but I don’t care enough to do all that. So, doll, I’ll answer your questions. They’re quite good actually. And I’ll do a little photoshoot for the cover, but you’ll need to pay me back.” You gulped, hands suddenly sweaty, you felt like a little chihuahua, trembling under his gaze.

“How? Um, how do I pay you?” Gosh, even your voice was shaky. “Stand up. Lose the blazer.” Steve commanded, slowly unbuckling his belt. You could faintly tell from the buckle that it was Hermès. You stood and took off your blazer in a rush, folding it poorly and setting it on the arm of the chair. “Atta girl.”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and then ran them down to your hands, giving them a little squeeze before he hooked his index fingers into your belt loops, pulling you closer. So close that the tips of your shoes were touching. He leaned down to kiss your neck and you stiffened, but when he grazed his teeth over the bruised spot he just created you melted into him, your hands grasping at the pristine white button up, letting out a little whimper.

Steve pushed you back a little and took in your form, then he pulled the little security badge off, tossing it to the side. Like a little kid, he pulled at the neckline of your shirt. “Off.” You would’ve giggled at him if he didn’t look so scary right now. His blue eyes were piercing into yours, left hand so tight on your hip you thought he might leave bruises.

By the time your shirt hit the floor, he was pushing at your shoulders, hinting at you to go to your knees. “Sir, I don’t know-“

You started, knees hitting the carpet underneath you. He shushed you and guided your head to look up at him. “It's okay, baby, you don’t have to know how. I’ll do all the work, doll. Now, undo your bra.” As expected you did as he asked immediately, fumbling with the clasp until it fell down your arms. It ended up next to your thigh as you watched him pull his belt through the loops.

Steve walked around you and kneeled down, belt in his hands. “Put your hands behind your back.” You nodded immediately, so submissive, completely at his mercy. “Yes, Sir.” Steve loved how polite you were. He made quick work of restraining you, tying your hands to rest against your jean clad ass. The metal felt harsh against your skin and the soft, expensive leather snaked up your arms.

When he was back in front of you he sighed and shook his head. “I should’ve had you unzip me first.” Hearing Steve say that finally brought you to the reality of what was about to happen. You watched with big eyes as he undid the button and then the zipper, the sound making you tremble. His dress pants puddled on the floor and you were in awe as he massaged his bulge through his boxers. Slowly, he pulled them down to the middle of his thighs. His cock bounced up to hit his abdomen and he hissed as he stroked it a few times. “Open as wide as you can, honey.”

As always, you did as asked. Your tongue stuck out a little, wetting your bottom lip. He grasped the back of your head and leaned you forward a little, then you felt his blunt tip on your tongue. You gagged and spluttered when Steve was about halfway seated, he pulled out and leaned down, kissing you sloppily. “Breathe through your nose, baby. Don’t forget.” Then he was back at slowly entering your throat. “Fuck...” he grunted, finally fully seated in your throat, your nose pressed against his nicely groomed pubic hair. He caressed your throat then, rubbing the bulge in your throat, resisting the urge to press down and have you choke on his cock even more. “So good, Y/n.”

Steve started rocking into your throat, slowly fucking it as spit leaked from the corners of your mouth. After minutes of abusing your throat, he finally pulled out, adoring the way tears ran down your cheeks and how you hiccupped, wanting to desperately rub at your raw throat to soothe it. Your hands pulled at the belt and your eyes begged Steve to undo it. “Up, doll.”

He hoisted you up from your armpits and bent you over the desk. Steve pressed kisses down your back and reached in front of you, unbuckling your belt and throwing it somewhere to the left of you, then he unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, tugging them down with fervor.

Steve undid your restraints and left more kisses down your back until he reached your ass, spreading your cheeks to reveal your tight hole and glistening cunt. “I’d love to see this ass all bruised and red, but I’ll have to save that for another day.” His index and middle finger ran circles on your clit, your back arching to press into him more. “Sir, please!” You gasped, your hand flying out to the edge of the table and nearly knocking over the glass of whiskey he left on a coaster when Steve finally pushed two fingers into your aching hole.

“Gotta open you up first, doll, get you all sloppy and ready for my cock.” You cried out as he hooked his fingers, rubbing the magic spot inside of you. “Please, Steve, please.” He cooed at you, pulling his fingers out, and instead traced his name over your clit. “You gonna come, baby? Huh? You gonna drench my fingers, little girl?” You were moaning in wanton, hips humping his hand desperately. He brought his other hand down and started fingerfucking you again, giving you just enough to push you over the edge.

Your moans were breathy, your legs twitching, and you were panting by the time your orgasm faded. “I hope you know I’m not done with you yet, doll, I still haven’t come inside you.” That made you whine high in your throat and you tried, to no avail, to slam your legs shut around his hand.

Steve’s right hand fisted his cock a few times, making sure he’s rock hard and dripping with pre-cum, while his left kept your lips spread, showing him your gorgeous pussy. The blunt head at your entrance shocked you, and you yelped at the intrusion. “Sir!”

He leaned his head down and spit where you were joined, trying to make the glide even easier. “Shut up, doll.” He snapped after you cried out. Once he was as deep as possible inside of you he reached for his belt, looping it over as if he was going to spank you, and stuffed it into your mouth. “Bite down,” Steve demanded, a hand snaked around to the front of your neck where he was applying light pressure.

When you tried to push back against him he held your hips down against the wood steadily and started snapping his hips at a fast speed. Each thrust pushed you down onto the table, letting your clit rub against the mahogany wood.

Your vision felt spacey like you could black out any moment as he choked you. Your orgasm washed over you and you had to use all the strength you had in you to keep biting down on the belt. You didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed his and let it go. Steve’s hips harshly snapped against your ass a few more times before he stilled inside of you, filling you with his spunk.

Before Steve cleaned you up and let you leave his office he had to finger his cum back inside of you, making sure none of it went to waste. Then, he made sure you had a way home, and a way to contact him, because, “Now you’re no longer Magazine Girl, but My Girl.”

@lo-bells

#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve smut #steve rogers smut #dark!steve #dark!steve x reader #marvel #avengers fanfic #captain america #ceo!au #chris evans #leah-bobeea

[obae-me]

Tail Wagging Wing Flapping Fun

This idea is thanks to @astaroth1357​ ! It’s a short guide on how to influence their demon forms to do something...embarrassingly cute. I write this fluff with no regrets. Enjoy. 

Sure, it might be a bit disconcerting at first getting used to the sight of humanoid creatures having unusual things like horns and wings and tails (oh my), but it comes with a benefit. While their words and demeanor might suggest otherwise, their demon forms might involuntarily reveal some of their hidden feelings--or not so hidden feelings. Your new mission, should you choose to accept it, is to figure out what sort of scenario sets off these uncontrollable actions. Let’s get some tails wagging and wings flapping, shall we?

Note: Difficulty ranges from 7 being the most difficult and 1 being the easiest.

Extra Note: Seems the brothers happened to come across this guide, hopefully they didn’t mess with it...

Lucifer

Difficulty: (7/7)

Hands down, this man is the hardest one to get a reaction out of seeing as he is always aware of how he is perceived, probably due to that prideful nature of his. Not to mention, he’s only ever in his demon form on rare occasions such as parties or political events. Or, most often, if he needs to use it for intimidation, and you’d rather not get a good look at his wings when he’s ready to obliterate someone or yourself for that matter. So, it goes without saying that this might take some planning or some timely good luck. Perhaps begging if you’re not above it. 

When to do it: Your best chance of success is to catch him when he’s either distracted, so sleep deprived he can’t even see straight, or just flat out drunk. If you choose the first option, chances are, once he’s back in his own head he’ll recall the event and make a mental note to never do it again. With the second, he’ll be at the point where he can no longer care as long as he can get his work done, but then there’s the more likely scenario where he’ll decide to kick you out entirely so he can focus. Lastly, if he’s drunk, not only will this be super effective, but he’ll cuddle you all night long. He might not even remember every embarrassing thing he did the following morning--which never happens, just for everyone’s information. Even in an intoxicated state, he’s in complete control with no embarrassing moments to speak of--Anyway, this is your best choice, but even then he only gets really drunk when he’s with Diavolo, not to mention refraining from coming home until the late...very late hours of the night when he knows no one will be awake to watch him stumble to his room. So, you’ll have to be diligent. Maybe take a nap. 

How to do it: You might think it would be praise, him being Pride and all, but Lucifer knows after so many years that words can often be hollow. Compliments and sugar-coated phrases are mostly used as a means of manipulation or getting something in return. Don’t get him wrong, he does like them, might even give you a slight smile and a pleased hum if you tell him how stunning he is, but he will know you probably expect something in exchange. So, for him, the best way to get his wings aflutter is to do something for him. Actions speak much louder than words and are much more precious to him, especially if you do so unprovoked. Make him some tea! Bring him food in bed! Dust his record collection! Sweep the floor in his study! The list can go on, it’s all up to you to decide what to do, but make sure he knows it's for him. He likes to be pampered--I mean, served. 

What happens: It will take him a moment to register. He’s not used to someone doing something for him so freely before. As a punishment, sure, but of your own volition? You did look expecting, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, but the only thing you were anticipating was his happiness and reaction, nothing else. The wings against his back have no choice but to twitch and shift, and he notices you eyeing them each time they move. As they fluttered, you beamed, and all he could do was roll his shoulders to try and keep the infernal things tucked against his back. The more you smiled, the more they were restless, feathers falling from their place as they twitched with emotion, threatening to wrap around you, to shield you, to envelop you, all like he was a hen protecting a baby chick. Depending on how weakened he is, or how much he cares for you, he might do more than just some shifting wings. He does his best to control himself, he really does, but the joy and warmth flooding his body from all his affection for you can make him do the unthinkable. His entire body will shutter, shaking and rattling him like a wet dog. His wings will jut out from his back, quivering in the air. When all is said and done, the black feathers coating his wings are extremely puffed up, a stunned and embarrassed expression hidden behind his new unruly and disheveled countenance. 

Mammon

Difficulty: (1/7)

If Lucifer is the hardest, Mammon rolls in as the easiest to get a reaction from. He’s very expressive in everything he does, and his demon form doesn’t change that. If it’s not gambling, he has no desire to keep himself under control, and he’s very much an ‘actions now, thinking later’ type of demon. In fact, when you’re around it nearly ends up worsening, he ends up being so flustered and distracted he’s usually unaware of the things he does or says, which gets him in a lot of trouble. However, because of this, it’s so easy to get him to do all the cute things you want. 

When to do it: Honestly, it does not matter. The only things required are himself and you in the same place, and the two of you are already basically attached at the hip. Truth be told, you don’t even need to be near him to get him sheepish, but that’s a secret he tries to keep to himself. You two could be alone in your bedroom, out for a walk in the garden, in Diavolo’s castle, even in the back parking lot of a cheap run-down restaurant. It is not important to him. As long as he has you, anywhere is a party. Public? Private? No matter. Either way his brothers will find out and tease him about it. Getting him in demon form isn’t an issue either. He’ll transform at the drop of a hat if you asked him too. 

How to do it: Much like Lucifer, the most obvious answer is incorrect. You can buy Mammon all the stuff in the world, but his Greed will still want more. Besides, that’s all anyone expects him to enjoy anyway. Everyone thinks just giving him money or gifts will make everything better, but he’s more complex than that! Well, it kinda does make him feel happier, but--oi, that’s not the point, we’re supposed to be gettin’ deep here!--What will really make him melt for you is compliments. This demon loves to be praised, because it doesn’t happen often. Why? Cus he’ll get a big head about it, but that’s Lucifer’s problem, not yours. Tell him how proud you are of him. Let him know how handsome he looks. Assure him you know he’s smart, and how much you look up to him. Tell him how grateful you are that he’s your ‘first’. It’ll get to him instantly and fuel his self esteem for weeks. 

What happens: The skin stretched over his wings will contract, causing his wings to fold into themselves only to burst open again. It’s this strange sort of flapping motion that reminds you of an umbrella opening and closing. Mammon won’t even notice, not until you gush over it. After that, he’ll be so flustered by his involuntary movements that he’ll try to chase his own wings, circling around on his feet while cursing. He’ll do his best to keep them hidden from you behind his back, but you can still hear the fluttering. Pretending like he didn’t hear you, he’ll attempt to get you to repeat what you said. This is your chance to take things to the second stage. If you bombard him with enough sweet words, he’ll have no choice but to bounce from foot to foot, shifting the weight on his feet as joy floods his body. The wings attached to his back will then waggle up and down, waving themselves in the air. You’ll be permitted to watch this for a while before realization dawns on him and he goes back to manhandling his blasted demon form. At one point he managed to grab one of them with his mouth and growled even. You have it on video. 

Levi

Difficulty: (2/7)

The second easiest. Just above Mammon in difficulty due to the fact that he’s in his room all the time and does his best to get himself out of humiliating situations. However, he’s truly an open book, and an emotional one at that, which is why he and Mammon tend to butt heads so often. They’re more alike than either of them will ever admit--w-which is not at all! How anyone could--could see similarities between Levi-chan and stupidmammon is ridiculous!--Similar or not, you could simply look in Levi’s direction and he would blush, and so of course when he’s in his demon form, there will be no hiding his emotions there either. 

When to do it: It will have to be in his room, it’s his safe space and so he’ll be more open to expressing himself when he’s in his sanctuary. There’s no real way around this. It will have to be a good day, so try to prepare by keeping his meddlesome brothers away. Keep an eye on how much internet they’re all using, and then try to monitor them so they’ll use less, making Levi’s loading times effortless. Let Levi know in advance that you want to hang out, that way he can get his mental state in check! This should be good enough to influence a happy tail-wagging Levi for when he permits you to enter his room. 

How to do it: Safety and comfort are the name of the game. Let him do whatever he wants and don’t make fun of him for it. It’s hard for him to be passionate about the things he truly enjoys without his brothers picking it apart or ruining it altogether. Let him speak. Be patient with him as he tries to string together a coherent plot with fragmented statements like “Oh, but there was also when-”, or “Oh, and how could I forget this happened! I’ll need to go back a bit!” If he ever says sorry, assure him there’s nothing to worry about. You don’t necessarily have to be interested in the things he likes, but if you listen to him and let him feel safe enough to be vulnerable, you’ll have him in the palm of your hand. 

What happens: It will happen the longer he rambles. His tail will start to slowly sway across the floor, the gentle sheer sound of smooth scales brushing across smooth tile. The more he feels safe around you, the more traction the tail will get, happily snaking back and forth as the glint of light off his scales reflect back on the ceiling. Of course, you can’t help but stare, which he notices. He’ll grab his tail in his arms, preventing it from moving as best as he could while being a mortified mess. Although you can still see the tip of it twitching, rattling, and quivering. If you comfort him in knowing you aren’t there to make fun of him, that you think it’s actually sweet and cute he feels that protected around you, he’ll let his tail drop to the floor. Only because his hands are now being used to cover his blushing face. The pounding in his chest is drowned out by the intense thumping of his tail against the floor. At one point you managed to pet it and could’ve sworn you saw Levi’s tongue dart out of his mouth, but Levi denies it ever happened. 

Satan

Difficulty: (6/7)

Right under Lucifer as the second most difficult to provoke a physical reaction from. He’s spent millennia doing his best to keep his wrath under control, so controlling other emotions is even easier for him. Although, he’s second in difficulty only because he doesn’t care as much for appearances as Lucifer does. I mean, if his attire is anything to prove--I mean, of course Satan is the bigger man in this aspect, truly. It’s foolish to be so caught up in how you look to other people. He’s not that vain, so if anything, he’s better than his brother. Your main worry is being able to see these emotions in his demon form. Demon form usually equals violence in Satan’s case. Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that. 

When to do it: Make sure it’s a day he’s calm, obviously. Ideally, you’ll both be in a quiet place like his room or the library. If you can, make sure it’s a day where there are no distractions and no noise, which in the House of Lamentation unfortunately only comes by once every century. So, if that means paying Mammon to go on a little shopping spree, making Asmo go with him since coincidently he’s run out of his favorite perfume that you totally didn't use for this excuse, informing Beel that there’s a special going on today of his favorite snacks, bribing Belphie to go along since he’s about to get the show of a lifetime, and then ‘accidently’ letting Lucifer know Mammon stole his credit card, well then, that’s what you’re going to have to do to get some peace (sorry Mammon). Just pulling that off alone will get you some extra brownie points with Satan. 

How to do it: Be inquisitive! Ask him about anything, and it’s likely he’ll know the answer. In fact, he’s almost amused when you treat it like a game, quizzing him about any obscure and specific topic and seeing what he knows of it. If there happens to be something the two of you are unsure of, he’ll find the book and you’ll both learn together. In return, he’ll have you talk about the human world, about cultures, about topics you’re interested in. Asking questions is your ticket into getting him into demon form as well. If you simply tell him you’re dying to get a closer look at demon features because you’re so fascinated, he’ll be inclined to transform for you. Satan encourages and rewards curiosity. Of course he knows your plan already, but all your efforts just because you were eager to note how his demon form would react? Well, he’s willing to give in just to observe your feedback as well. It’s also worth noting that bringing up Lucifer in the conversation will immediately ruin your plans. Satan wants to feel special, so give him your full attention!   

What happens: You had to first coax the tail he so often kept wrapped around his leg to come loose. Once it did, it enjoyed flicking itself back and forth every so often when he was amused, the end curling up and down when you said something particularly enjoyable. They were small simple gestures, but you wondered if you could draw out more. You threw out a sudden ‘psst psst psst’ like one might do to a cat. His tail shot up straight in the air before he glared at you, albeit with a slight smirk. With a new playful expression on his face, his tail whipped back and forth harder, sharper, convincing you that he might pounce were you not careful. Although, he still seems very aware of his movements, which defeated the purpose of the involuntary aspect. So, acting like there was something on his face, you stepped over. You struck by scratching the underside of his chin. His entire tail quivered, trembling, the bony skeleton-like structure of his tail rattled. Pushing you away, he’ll marvel at his own demon form which seemed to have a new mind of its own. It tucked itself between his legs for a few seconds after the initial embarrassment, then continued to shiver and shake anytime he looked at you. This is exactly why he keeps it wrapped around his leg in the first place. 

Asmo

Difficulty: (4/7) 

Amso is another expressive individual, in fact almost more so than Mammon. However, Asmo is a master of the body, and is absolutely aware of how he moves and acts in front of other people. Every movement he makes is completely intentional, it adds to his charm, to his popularity. Every eye flutter, every finger curl, it’s all purposeful. He can’t accidently slip up in his body language! Who do you think he is? He can’t afford to do anything embarrassing, it’ll ruin his reputation. However if you get him alone--not like that, this is a wholesome guide--he might not have to worry about his image so much. 

When to do it: This part isn’t hard, just tell him you want to spend time with him, in private. After thoroughly getting it across to him that, no, it’s not as dirty as he’s making it out to be, he’ll still be happy to squirrel you away for himself. His brothers are running you ragged, they’re such brutes. He’ll make sure to take good care of you...Sometimes you wonder if he can’t control the way his suggestions sound. Perhaps interest him in the idea of a self care day. He’ll be more than happy to paint your nails, style your hair, whatever you feel comfortable doing. You might have to continuously lead him away from the idea of letting him bathe you, but he truly just wants to treat you. However, the more you spend time alone together, the more he acts a bit more like himself. When he’s around you and not in the public eye, he can let himself relax a little, instead of always needing to live up to those social expectations. 

How to do it: This is the trickier part. As Asmo is the demon of lust and a certified social media star, he gets compliments daily, several gifts from potential lovers, and all the physical touch he could ever need. At a glance, he gets enough attention than any one person should ever need. However, he secretly craves quality time together, and no not like what you’re thinking--Unless you want it to be, and then he’ll happily oblige~-- He needs time to destress, to wind down, to spend time with someone who doesn’t care if he’s perfect all the time. Make him feel comfortable in his own skin, and I don’t care what he says, because there’s a hidden part of him that isn’t. So sit him down for a movie night, convince him to take off his makeup. Let him relax in his demon form since not only is it truly him, but you’ll need it for your plan. Brush his hair while he tells you about his day. Get him away from social media as best you can so he can “detox”, making sure it’s simply you and him. He doesn’t need Likes to be Asmo, he doesn’t need to be perfect to be worth it. 

What happens: He will act like he has no idea what you’re talking about for sure. Imperfections? He doesn’t know them. Truly he’s not so insecure as you think he is? Like Levi? Please...But your words have gotten through to him. The soft actions and...chaste time together that you’ve shown him throw him for a little loop. It’s like aftercare but...all the time with you. His wings can’t quite contract like Lucifer’s or Mammon’s, so they just bob up and down, flapping occasionally which messes up his hair. He looks on in confusion. Since when had he been so focused on you that he forgot how to present himself? It drives him insane, how embarrassing! And of course, the more you convince him he has nothing to be worried about, how it’s actually adorable, the more flustered he gets. You always knew how to compliment with no other motives. Instead of a wagging motion, his wings will move from side to side, hitting against each other. It sounds like light clapping. Asmo hates how his wings move like this, striking against each other when he’s pleased. He’s worked so hard on controlling it, and now he’s doing it in front of you. He’s immediately going to go hide, but it doesn’t prevent you from hearing the adorable sound of tapping. 

Beel

Difficulty: (3/7) 

The third easiest demon to get those special demon form movements from. He really cares for you, like a lot, and he’s the only one who isn’t afraid to say it and show it. In fact, the only reason why he isn’t ringing up at number one is due to the fact that he’s not overly flustered by his movements, he’s doing them on purpose to show you he cares, which is kinda what you’re going for here. Getting a reaction out of him without him being in full control is going to be a little bit harder, which is why he’s coming after Mammon and Levi. You want to catch him off guard, making him do things he wouldn’t normally do.

When to do it: You don’t have to try to sneak and lie and trick him into doing anything. He’s not worried about a ruined image or anything like that. Just make a day to spend time with Beel, tell him you’re bringing snacks, and tell him it would make you the happiest human in the Devildom to have him be in his demon form. That’s all you have to do, Beel loves your honesty, it lets him know you trust him and in return he trusts you. Super easy. 

How to do it: Bringing him food will definitely achieve putting a smile on his face and getting him in a better move, but it won’t bring out the soft side of him, and you want maximum softness. Beel is always taking care of his brothers, being the backup when Lucifer cannot, and just generally doing his best to keep the peace in the family. He’s the big strong bodyguard, the protector. So, to really throw him for a loop, to make him act beside himself, you’re going to protect this boy. Let him feel small even though it’s physically impossible with how large he is, especially in demon form. Let him be weak and vulnerable and safe in your arms even if they’re half the size of Beel’s. Give him snacks, make him sit on the floor and tilt his head back into your lap. You can try to have him sit in your lap-- Just be careful, the last thing he wants is to hurt you, seeing as how you’re so fragile…--He rarely ever drops his guard, so it’s a nice change of pace for him. Plus, he finds it absolutely adorable trying to be his protector, attempting to act three times your size. But he truly appreciates what you’re going for, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel nice to be taken care of for once. 

What happens: You’re able to hear the deep buzz of his wings as they flutter against his back. He frowns, immediately causing the noise to halt. He still doesn’t particularly care for these new ones compared to his older ones. However, the pleased look on your face along with glimmering eyes causes a touch of pink to grace his cheeks. Alright, he can’t deny you what you want. So he lets his wings do what they want. They vibrate intensely, a small whirlwind kicking up in your bedroom, the buzz turning into a deep hum. Your eyes go wide, at least until the intense winds almost knock you to your feet. Then the air stops and you’re wrapped up in his arms. You have to squirm out of his arms to prevent him from becoming the shield again. He’ll try to tell you that he’s not cute, so persuade him he is. Sometimes he wishes he had wings like Lucifer’s so he could wrap you up in them, but he supposes his arms will have to suffice. Every so often now, he lets his wings buzz for you, grateful you accept him for who he is. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, he always goes back to being the one protecting you. Although, every so often now he’ll come to you to feel safe. 

Belphie

Difficulty: (5/7) 

The demon of sloth is far too lazy to even walk most of the time much less moving his tail. A lot of times, when he is in his demon form, it ends up dragging itself across the floor. Not to mention he’s got a nearly indestructible emotion wall built up around him in the form of apathy and a bit of bratiness. Getting him to become so physically and emotionally moved by you to lose control of himself is going to take some work. 

When to do it: He’s asleep during the day mostly, so if you attempt to do it during normal hours, you’ll need to have a crazy amount of luck. So, it’s suggested you approach this demon at night, very late at night. So late, you know you’ll have regrets in the morning, or hopefully no regrets if you manage to pull this off. It will have to be past curfew, because if there’s anything Belphie loves more than sleeping, it’s opposing Lucifer. Get him alone where the sky is full of stars and the house is plunged into slumber. 

How to do it: Let him feel validated. Of course, there’s a lot of...grey area around him for some things, but in the here and now, just listen to what he has to say. He has seven older siblings, it’s easy for his voice to get lost in the clamor. Maybe if someone had just listened to his woes before taking action, things wouldn’t have gone the way they did. And, he did spend a lot of time alone, where he wasted countless nights hoping someone would just talk to him. So he appreciates how you can sit there, staying quiet--which nearly every one of his dumb brothers seems to be incapable of except his twin--letting him be heard. Who knows, if you feel vulnerable enough to share some of your deeper problems, he’ll find a newfound respect for you. There’s something about being able to relate to someone, to be able to spend hours just going back and forth where each party just makes them feel accepted. Of course, he’ll act like it’s no big deal, that this isn’t special, that this means nothing to him. 

What happens: It’s slow, like almost everything about him. But, you can see his tail lift itself up off the ground, the end curling. It likes to slowly sway, the furry end gently dangling back and forth in a soothing motion, like it was being blown by the wind. That’s all you can really get out of him, since anything more would be too much effort. It’s very subtle, but you notice every detail. Like most things about him, it makes you sleepy somehow, the placid rocking motion. It takes a very long time till he realizes what he’s done. Then his tail will hit the ground with a faint thud. If you ignore it long enough, out of the corner of your eye, you’ll watch it drift back and forth against the ground, a barely noticeable pink hue to Belphie’s cheeks. The more you look away, the more it’ll curl around to where you’re sitting, making the demon of sloth blink, attempting to tug his tail back away from you. It’ll crawl back, moving so slowly you can’t notice the changes anymore, but he does, and he can’t tell why it keeps trying to protect you from behind. Oh well. Best to not think about it. Right? 

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More Than That | Connor Rhodes

Requested By Anon; Connor Rhodes and Female Reader, Where you and Connor are friends with benefits, for the stress relief, as you both are trauma surgeons at Med. You both have feelings for each other but are scared of rejection. After working together on a case, you and Connor are inspire to tell each others about your feelings for each other.

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader {fwb}

Featuring: Y/n (Reader), Connor Rhodes, Maggie, April, Natalie Manning, two OC's

Summary: Feelings come clean as a case changes the FWB dynamic between Connor and Y/n.

Warnings: fluff, angst, hospital stuff, crying, feelings getting confessed, kissing, medical stuff I got wrong and protocols, errors I missed.

w/c: 2482

A/N: Got a request? Send it in! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

Connor leaned against the nurse's station, smiling fondly at you, as he watched you type away on the keyboard. Eyes focusing on the screen.

He felt his heart rate flutter. His feelings for you grew ever since he had sex with you. He was too scared to confess his feelings for you just in case you rejected him and told him you didn’t feel the same way.

Neither Connor nor you noticed Maggie looking at the both of you with a knowing smirk. Shaking her head. She was wondering when the two of you were finally going to admit that he and you had feelings for each other.

“When our shifts are over, I was thinking we could hook up,” Connor spoke, making a smirk appear on your lips.

“Or instead of waiting till the end of our shift, we could have a quickie,” You suggested, looking away from the screen to look at Connor. Taking your lower lip in between your teeth. Connor felt himself fall in love with you even more. As well as grow hard.

His finger went up to the side of your face, tucking the loose piece of hair behind your ear. Making your breath hitch. While Connor smirked. Eyes darkening with lust.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a woman’s loud voice cut him off.

“Help him,” She pleaded. Desperation on her voice. As she did her best to support the man. But she was struggling to hold his weight.

Maggie, Connor and you, quickly rushed to her side.

Connor wrapped his arm around the guy. You quickly went to her side. Gently touching her shoulder. She looked at you through tear-filled eyes. Looking frazzled. Pulling her away from the guy.

Connor assisted the semi-unconscious guy to a gurney. Grabbing a pair of gloves as he walked into the room. Putting them on his hands. Connor examined the deep cut

“I’m fine,” He grumbled out, as Connor took the torch out of his pocket. Shining the torch in his eyes. Noticing his pupils were bigger.

“Do you remember what happened?” Connor asked him.

“He passed out,” She gasped out from outside the door.

“We were in a car accident,” He replied. Slightly dazed.

“Do you remember your name?” Connor asked as the guy’s head slumped down.

“Luke,” He replied.

“It’s okay, Hun, we are going to help him,” You reassured her, as sobs racked her body.

You let go of her shoulder. Giving her one last reassuring smile, before rushing over to Connor. Grabbing a pair of gloves as you entered the room. While Maggie patched up the wound on his head.

“Is there ringing in the ears that doesn't go away? Any weakness in your arms or legs?” You asked as Connor took his stethoscope out of his pocket. Putting the ear tips in his ear. Putting the diaphragm on his chest, where his heart was located. Listening intently. Furrowing his eyebrows slightly. Nothing sounded off.

The guy let out a groan, making Connor and you meet each other’s eyes.

“I have a headache, there is ringing in my ears,” He responded.

Connor’s eyes looked up to look at you. Your eyes meeting his.

“Let’s do an MRI scan and a CT and run a full body scan to rule anything else out,” You spoke, making Connor nod.

“Luke, we are going to take you upstairs, for an MRI scan, okay,” You informed him, as Connor put the railings up. Maggie unlocked the brakes with her foot. While you did the same on the end brakes.

The women quickly lurched forward. As Connor and you rolled the guy out of the room.

Maggie held the women back, as Connor and you wheeled the gurney into the elevator. Going to the floor where the MRI room was.

“Do you remember what today is?” You asked, trying to get more information out of him.

“Ah…” He answered.

“Wednesday,” He replied, making you give him a slight smile. As the elevator doors dinged, opening up. Connor and you looked at each other having a silent conversation with each other.

Connor and you quickly rolled the gurney out of the elevator and towards where the MRI machine was.

“Luke, do you have any metal in your body we should know about?” You asked him. Luke shook his head no.

Helping him off the gurney, and onto the table. Laying him down on the table. Making sure his head faces the bore.

“Luke, this is Doctor Evans, she is going to slowly pull the table towards the machine,” You spoke, pointed to Doctor Evans, who gave Luke a reassuring smile. Not that he turned his attention to her. He looked slightly panicked. His eyes looking at the ceiling.

“You are going to be okay, just breath in and out,” You reassured him. Turning around. Connor and you walked out of the door, and into the room Doctor Evans was in. She nodded her head at Connor and you, starting the process.

“You might feel a little weird, Luke, but just breath in and out, try not to think about it, find your happy place,” You instructed him, pressing the intercom. Connor looked at the monitor that showed Luke’s brain.

You looked at the screen, noticing that everything was fine. Connor turned his gaze to look at you.

“Everything looks fine, we should do a CT scan, see if there is a fracture,” You spoke.

“Yeah,” Connor agreed with you. Giving Doctor Evans a small smile. While you went to Luke, the table going out of the MRI machine. Luke honestly looked like he was going to be sick.

“Hey, Luke, everything looked fine, but we are going to take you to the CT scan room now, and do a CT scan,” You spoke. Grabbing the gurney and bringing it over to him.

Luke let out an annoyed grunt as a response. As you helped him off the table and onto the gurney.

Connor walked into the room

“Hey buddy, one more scan, and then you can go see your girlfriend,” Connor spoke, as he and you wheeled Luke out of the room and down the corridor going towards the room where the CT scan machine was.

“Oh, she’s not my girlfriend,” He responded. Making Connor’s eyes slightly widen at his mistake.

“Oh, sorry, your sister then,” He corrected himself. Smiling at Luke.

Luke shook his in disgust. Making Connor look at you. you looked just as confused.

“She isn’t my sister,” He grumbled, feeling slightly irritated. You weren’t sure if it was at Connor or the fact he had to have another scan.

“Well, your friend then,” Connor spoke. Making Luke let out an annoyed grunt.

You gave Connor a comforting smile. Both of you feeling slightly relieved when the two of you entered the room where the CT scan machine was in.

Connor and you helped Luke out of the gurney and onto the table.

Connor quickly pushed the gurney to the side, going out of the room and into another room where the monitors were. Probably to avoid more of Luke’s irritable mood.

Luke grabbed your wrist before you could turn around. Looking at you with pleading eyes. Face edged with worry.

“This won't take long will it, I… just,” He spoke, forehead creasing as he tried to think of the words to say, you gave him a slight smile.

“It shouldn’t take long, all we are just checking for is a fracture,” You spoke, giving him a warm smile. He let go of your wrist. You could see worry clouding in his eyes. Making you purse your lips.

“I’m sure she is alright, I’ll go get her after your CT scan is finished,” You spoke.

“Promise?” He asked, holding his pinkie finger up. Making you smile.

“Promise,” You responded, hooking your pinkie finger with his. You unhooked your finger from his turning

“I have to tell her I feel the same way,” Luke mumbled, thinking you didn’t hear him, as you turned around and opened the door to the room Connor was in.

Connor arched an eyebrow at you. Making you let out a small chuckle.

“What?” You asked him. Taking a seat next to him.

“What did you promise him?” Connor asked as he started the process for the CT machine.

“He wants to see the girl that bought him in here,” You responded. Looking at the monitor, while Connor’s eyes were locked on you.

Connor rolled his eyes slightly.

“Hopefully, he is nicer to her,” Connor grumbled. Making you let out a slight chuckle.

“I think he might have feelings for her,” You spoke.

“Poor girl,” Connor grumbled. Making you playfully roll your eyes.

You pressed the intercom to the mic.

“Hey Luke, you might feel a little bit strange, don’t panic, remember to breath in and out,” You spoke, your voice coming through the speaker.

You let go of the intercom. Looking at the monitor intently as the scans slowly showed up.

“Well, everything looks fine,” You spoke, tapping your index finger on your chin.

“Yeah,” Connor responding. Squinting his eyes. You slightly moved closer to the screen. Making Connor’s breath hitch at how close you were to him. Connor pushed his feelings aside. Focusing on the brain scans on the monitor.

“Wait,” You muttered seeing something questionable.

“Does that look like a linear fracture to you,” You spoke, pointing at where you saw it.  Connor looked closely at where you were pointing. You looked at him intently, waiting for his response.

“I can’t see anything,” Connor spoke. Not seeing what you were pointing out. Making you frown. You look again. You let out a sigh as you saw nothing. Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you.

“Okay, pull him out, and tell him the news, I’ll go get her,” You spoke, getting up from the chair and exiting the room, going to go find the girl that came with Luke.

When you exited the elevator the girl quickly rushed over to you.

“Is he going to die?” She gasped out. The rim of her eyes red. Tears filling her eyes.

“Have you got checked out?” You asked her. Ignoring her question by asking her a question.

“Yes, oh my god he is dying isn’t he?” She cried out.

“No, he isn’t dying,  he is in the clear, it’s just a concussion, I can take you to him,” You spoke.

She nodded her head, making you smile. You pressed the button for the elevator, making the elevator doors open. You walked into the elevator, while she followed you.

She let out a sigh.

“Make sure you look after him, and he doesn’t do any sports, try to temporarily reduce time spent on sports, video games, TV or too much socializing,” You told her.

“If his headache pain is too much….” You spoke again only for her to interrupt you.

“Are you in a relationship?” She bluntly blurted out. Making you look at her in shock.

“It’s complicated,” You nervously gasped out. Wishing the elevator would hurry up and reach the level it was meant to be on.

“You should tell them you love them, before it’s too,” She spoke through broken sobs. You gave her a sad smile. Resting your hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her.

“Oh, Hun, he is in the clear,” You reassured her. Giving her a reassuring smile. She looked at you with sad eyes filled with tears.

“I know, but I told him I loved him and he just stared at me, so I ran off and now he is in this mess,” She sobbed out.

“You know before he got his last scan, he said he felt the same way,” You spoke. Making her smile slightly.

“Really?” She beamed at you. Making you nod. She let out a squeal. The elevator dinged as it arrived on the floor. She rushed out. her eyes lighting up as she saw Luke in a wheelchair. She quickly wrapped her arms around him hugging him. Connor looked at them with a soft smile. Wishing that were him and you, but he was too scared to tell you in fear of getting rejected.

Connor looked up to see you walking out of the elevator. You beckoned him to follow you. Connor followed you into an unoccupied room.

Giving you a questionable look. You cupped the side of his face softly. bringing your lips up to his and kissing him passionately. Sparks flew between Connor and you. Connor felt his breath hitch. Heart rate speeding up. Eyes closed, as warmth filled his body and yours.

You pulled away from him, making Connor’s eyes flutter open. Connor and you stared intently into each other’s eyes. Breathing heavily.

“I love you, more than a friend,” You confessed breathlessly. Heart rate speeding up.  Nerves taking over your body. Connor felt his heart skip a beat. You finally spoke the words he was too afraid to tell you. most importantly you felt the same way.

“I just had to tell you before it was too late,” You gasped out. Still keeping eye contact with him. You were too nervous to see the joy in Connor’s eyes.

“I mean I can understand if you don’t feel the same way, I will respect that, though it might be hard and weird between us, we can get through….” You babbled out only for Connor to cut your rambling off by pressing his lips against yours. Kissing you with so much passion. His eyes as well as yours fluttering closed. His hands cupping the side of your face. His thumbs caressing your jawline.

Connor pulled away from you. Resting his forehead against yours. His eyes fluttering opened as well as yours.

Connors locked his eyes with yours.

“I love you too,” He confessed. Beaming at each other. Your eyes lit up with happiness. Heart skipping a beat. Smiling happily at him. Wrapping your arms around his neck.

Both of you beaming with happiness. Both feeling joyful over the fact the love the two of you shared for each other was mutual. Connor tilted his head on an angle, lowering his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his lips against yours softly. Your eyes fluttered shut, as you let out a content sigh. Connor's hands moved away from your face, trailing down to your waist, holding tightly onto your waist. Pulling you closer to his body, as he deepened the kiss.

The sound of his pager and your pager went off, wrecking the moment.

Connor and you pulled away from each other. Groaning. You pouted at Connor, making him smile down at you. His hand cupping the side of your face. Thumb caressing your jawline. Looking at you with soft eyes.

“Your adorable,” He cooed. Making you slightly flustered.

“We're going to finish this later,” You demanded, Making Connor smirk.

“Definitely,” He smirked. Making you take your lower lip in between your teeth…

#connor rhodes x reader #chicago med x reader #connor rhodes imagine #connor rhodes imagines #chicago med imagine

[imjusttpeachy]

the early bird gets the panini (c.h.)

well this is quite the change of pace isn’t it. lmao i figured u guys needed a break from the crying so here’s... whatever this is

thank u all new followers!! u jus made a big mistake💞🦋

u guys should search up “my very real collab with 50 cent” by corpse if you haven’t heard it yet, i ascended the first time i listened lmaoooo

playlist

the wombats - greek tragedy

aminé - heebiejeebies

free nationals - beauty and essex

the marías- let my baby stay

summary: Corpse interrupts the reader’s morning livestream after she left him alone in bed that morning. Fluff and fuckery ensues.

word count: 2, 326

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns, coarse language

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“Okay, Tom Nook is the most bitch-ass motherfucker I’ve ever met. I could fold him like a panini with a slap I swear to god.”

Mornings were definitely one of your favourite times to stream. Of course, you loved staying up into the early hours of the morning only kept awake by the energy drinks running through your veins and the screaming of your friends over your headset, but nothing could beat the sweet simplicity of waking up with your watchers. It was always so calm, your anxiety levels at a low with the small audience building up slowly as more of them woke up. Reading those good morning messages saying that you helped to start their day off on a good foot— nothing would beat that.

The only downside to these scheduled morning streams was having to tear yourself away from the cozy warmth of your bed, especially if there was a certain someone blanketed over you silently persuading you to stay there forever. It was always a rare sight, bruised eyes sealed shut, long eyelashes kissing pale cheeks as small snores escaped from slightly parted lips. Glancing down at the messy black mop that rested on top of your chest, you sighed softly. You knew he’d only been asleep for a few hours, if that, thinking back to the night before where you crawled into bed alone after kissing him goodnight before leaving him to finish editing for his latest video. He worked too hard, but despite you reminding him this every single time he stayed up into the dark hours of the night to finish his work, he always never seemed to be satisfied. Most of the time you were able to coax him from the stuffy confines of his gaming office, bribing him with sweet kisses and promises of cuddles; when he was in the zone, though, nothing could steer his sore eyes away from the monitor. So with a sweet kiss goodnight, you’d make your way to the bedroom, falling asleep to the faint click-clacks of his keyboard.

It was funny how different you were in that aspect. You always loved mornings, the sun shining through the blinds always brought a smile to your face holding the promise of a bright day ahead. It felt good to never be in a rush, to enjoy the still air, and watch the world around you wake up as people settled into their daily routines. The day’s chaos always seemed to leak through into the dark of the night, but in the morning everything felt new and refreshed; the perfect new beginning to another chapter in the story of your life. Though, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of staying in bed tangled together with your favourite person every so often wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Okay, maybe it was almost every day.

But who could say no when those strong arms encased you so perfectly, holding you so close you couldn’t figure out where you ended and where he started? Who could say no to his warm skin pressed against your own, the weight of his body grounding you as you pulled yourself from the darkness of sleep? Who could say no to being able to study his face up close, running your fingertip ever so lightly along the curve of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, the apples of his cheekbones, watching his eyelids flutter as he stirred softly in his sleep? Who could say no to the pillow talk you shared once those pretty eyes opened, the deep grumble of his morning voice that prickled goosebumps over your skin as he muttered those 3 sweet little words?

Definitely not you.

Well, not often anyway.

Reluctantly pulling your gaze away from the sweet face resting on your chest, you glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Red numbers reading 9:37 AM that seemed to be glaring back at you pushed any thought of indulging in your morning pleasures straight from your mind. You’d need to be live in 20 minutes. Puffing another sigh from your lips you slowly worked your way out from underneath your personal weighted blanket, trying your best to maneuver him softly onto the pillows to not wake him. Of course, you’d never be that lucky. Hissing through your teeth as your feet hit the icy top of the hardwood floor, you whipped your head around as a warm hand encased your wrist in a loose grip. Beneath messy bed head that could barely be seen from underneath the comforter that you had pulled back on top of him, you see the glimpse of tired eyes clouded with confusion peering out from underneath.

“Angel?” The deep grumble muttered underneath his breath almost made you throw all your plans to the wind and crawl right back into the fluffy clouds you longed to once again get lost in. Huffing out a sigh you slowly turned around, pulling your hand from his grasp only to bury it in the dark locks buried among the pillows. You leaned down softly, pushing your hands through his hair to reveal soft pleading eyes staring back at you, doing nothing but making your heart ache for having to leave so soon. Trancing your thumb along his eyebrow to try and smooth the small furrow that had made its home between them, you sighed softly.

“It’s Thursday, gotta stream puppy.” You watched as a small flash of recognition passed across his bleary eyes, a puff escaping his lips from under the comforter as you watched his chest fall slightly. Pulling his head up from the comforter, you smiled as you felt chapped lips press a small kiss to the inside of your wrist in understanding. Allowing yourself a bit of fun you leaned down pressing your lips to his briefly, giggling softly as a whine escaped his mouth as you pulled away. “Promise I won’t be long, I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”

“Too late for that.”

>>>

Smiling as you glanced up at your monitor that held your live chat, you watched as your viewers lost it with your threat to an animated shopkeeper. Times like this are what remind you of how grateful you are to your subscribers, they were practically family at this point and you felt you couldn’t be luckier to have such genuine, warm-hearted people that wanted to watch; even when you were cussing out characters that did nothing to you. You were laughing as you read some of the chat replies out loud when you saw your phone light up with a text from where it was sitting on your desk. Excusing yourself for a moment from the stream you grabbed your phone seeing a message from Corpse. 

Corpsie💞💞: did you order coffee? someone knocked on the door and there’s a paper bag on the step

Cursing to yourself quietly for forgetting, you answered him quickly saying that you just needed to cut to a break on stream and you’d be out in a minute to grab it. He was wary of even opening the front door these days, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. The last time you had driven out to pick up whatever was sent into his P.O. Box, there were people waiting outside the building. When you went inside to grab everything, you asked the teller what exactly they were waiting for, to which he told you that they were hoping to catch a glimpse of this faceless internet star as this is where he’d go to get his mail. You don’t think you’ve ever walked faster to your car— trying your best to not grab their attention though your body was shaking with adrenaline, knowing they might’ve seen him while he was waiting there for you. Practically throwing open the driver's door, you tossed everything haphazardly into the back seat, telling Corpse to pull up his hood and mask as you started the car and peeled out of there. That was the last time he left the house.

You sighed, dropping your phone back on your desk as well as the switch that had been sitting in your lap, beginning to explain that you needed a quick break to get your coffee and starting to click through the settings to set up your break screen when you saw your phone light up again.

Corpsie💞💞: nah don’t worry i got it

You barely had time to sit back in your chair as you stared at your phone in disbelief before there was a soft knocking on your office door. 

“Just kidding guys, apparently we have a kind guest who’s bringing it to me instead.”

Corpse hearing your voice from behind the door, it swung open to reveal your mop-headed lover sporting his cute plaid pyjama pants and yesterday’s hoodie as he held your coffees and bag in his hand. You grinned to yourself, moving out of the frame of the webcam as you reached out to grab everything, placing it on your desk before turning back to him with a wide smile. Reaching back for his hand, you pulled it down toward you, his body following as your other hand reached up to bury itself in his bedhead. You leaned forward and pressed a small peck onto his lips, mumbling a soft thank you against them as you kissed him once more. While this may have looked like the most simple gesture you knew how difficult it must have been for him, almost wanting to cry at how sweet he was to go to those lengths to do something a little special for you. As you pulled away, you smiled as his face mirrored yours, those soft rosy lips pulled into the sweetest grin you’d ever seen. Resting his forehead against yours, he mumbled back a small “anything for you princess,” the deep rumble of his morning voice sending a chill up your spine as you leaned forward again to steal another sweet kiss. Finally pulling away from you he stood up to his full height, a yawn escaping his mouth; though as he looked back toward the door you could sense his hesitation and grinned widely up at him.

“Do you wanna sit with me for a bit? I can just turn off the camera.” Giggling softly, you watched his head practically whip back toward you nodding a yes as he squeezed your hand, still intertwined with his. Reluctantly pulling it from his grasp, you pulled yourself back toward your monitors as you began to click through your stream settings. 

“Well, your favourite guest has decided to grace us with his presence for a little so I’m gonna have to turn off face-cam, but I don’t think you guys will have a problem with that.” You laughed out, watching as your chat began to surge with messages about him. Making sure there was no way you could accidentally turn on the webcam again, you gestured him over to you starting to stand from your chair to grab the other one sitting in the corner of the office when a hand grasped yours, a strong tug pulling you completely off it with; a small yelp escaped your lips as you fell clumsily into your boyfriend's chest. You could hear his laugh from above you as he maneuvered you around in his arms before falling back onto your chair and pulling you into his lap, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck where you could feel that smug grin that was surely painted on his face. With his arms wrapped around you completely, holding you securely to his chest you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Looking up at the chat a laugh was pulled from your lips as your watchers conspired against you, message after message accusing you of doing something unspeakable behind the camera as being the reason you turned it off.

“Guys, literally nothing is happening.” You laughed out, watching as the chat passed so fast you couldn’t even read a full sentence. “Corpse just decided he wanted to share a chair instead of getting his own.”

“Yeah, my bad.” With no trace of any remorse in his monotone answer, another laugh escaped from your lips. Leaning forward to grab your switch and actually start playing again, you settled back into Corpse’s lap knowing this is exactly where you wanted to be. You were only a few minutes back into the game, Corpse and you occasionally reading out some live chat comments excited about his surprise appearance as viewers slowly climbed— his own watchers joining to watch the stream, when he inevitably started to fuck with you. A chill snaked up your spine as you began to feel small kisses trailing up your neck, you should’ve known this was one of the reasons he wanted to have you in his lap— it was easier to get your attention this way. You could feel that smug little smile drift back onto his face as he heard your voice start to shake slightly; at those moments he’d pull away and start replying to messages before turning back and starting all over again. It was the fourth time he began to press those soft lips to the base of your throat when you shrugged him off and shoved the breakfast sandwich you were snacking on into his face.

“Okay, if you want to share a chair you’re gonna have to behave.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry baby, sorry.” Corpse laughed out, voice muffled from behind the sandwich; taking a bite of it and placing it back in front of you, his chest still shaking with laughter. Deciding to hook his chin over your shoulder instead, he went back to watching the live chat, chatting and answering questions— that is before he came across a certain comment that had him furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What’s this about you folding Tom Nook like a panini?”

>>>

#corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband x y/n

[binunus]

afk | yoon sanha (m)

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a/n y..oon...sanha...really do be acting up...also idk why but whenever I think of husband!sanha I can’t seem to write anything which is why I’ve been staring at this request literally for the longest time, but when I think of like just bf!sanha I get so many ideas...is it me? am I just weird?? maybe it’s bc I’m literally not in a headspace to think about marriage or commitment sksksk but uh yeah thank you for coming to my ted talk

{request: anther sanha husband smut please? 🥺 the one u wrote was so good ‘m not a creative person so the plot coulld be as you wish 😼}

→ pairing: idol bf!sanha x f!reader

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ tw: unprotected sex (conceal before you feel loves), reader riding sanha as he’s playing his game oops...and 00 line is on the other end hehe, dirty talk?? well...sanha tried okay, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, embarrassment

→ word count: 4k _____________________________________________

*afk → away from keyboard* for all my non-gamers :) I’m not a gamer, I just live with them...

Your POV

You were ecstatic, a little jump in your step as you neared your boyfriend’s dorm. You haven’t seen him in almost a month due to his busy schedule and comeback preparations. You were excited for him and his group, one of the perks of dating an idol member was knowing the secrets and spoilers of his plans long before they were revealed to the public. But with those perks also came the disadvantages of not being able to see your boyfriend as much as you’d like to, or even be open with your relationship in general. 

Anyway, you were excited to see him. The text messages, phone calls, and FaceTimes could only satisfy you for so long, seeing Sanha in person was a completely different story. The last time you saw him was before he dyed his hair from black to the sleek dark red that it was now. 

As soon as you received the text from your boyfriend asking if you were free to come over, you literally dropped everything that you were doing and got dressed to leave your apartment. You arrived at his dorm within thirty minutes, not wasting any precious time that you could be spending with him.

You were warmly greeted by their eldest, Myungjun’s excited tone alerting the others about your appearance. “y/n! We haven’t seen you in so long!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug, giggling as he lifted your body and shook you around, “I know, oppa! It’s so good to see you! You look so good! I’m excited for your album to come out.”

“Oh you cutie, stop it.” He beamed, patting your head as he set you down. “Sanha’s playing games in his room right now. If you get bored of him, just come find me and I’ll entertain you.”

“Will do oppa,” You chuckled as you bounced in the direction of Sanha’s bedroom. Your heart rapidly beating in your chest as you opened the door, revealing your 6′1 sweet boyfriend who was sitting intently on his gaming chair. You felt the oxygen knocked away from your lungs as he turned his maroon head of hair to face you. You almost had to do a double take from actually seeing his new hair color in person. Sure he’s sent you a bunch of pictures as soon as he dyed it and you’ve seen it through video calls, but wow...was this good looking man really your boyfriend?

He held his hand out to you, smiling as you approached him. He moved the mic away from his mouth before kissing the back of your hand, “Hey baby, I’m just playing a match real quick and then I’m all yours, okay?”

You nodded excitedly and leaned in to press a kiss on the cheek which wasn’t being covered by his headset. Sanha squeezed your hand affectionately before you hopped on his bed, pulling out your phone to pass the time while you waited for him to finish his match. Every now and then, you would look over to observe him and his game. You noticed that even his gaming setup has changed in the past month you haven’t seen each other, he was finally using the light-up keyboard you gifted him for your one year anniversary.

You could vaguely hear his friends through the headset, chuckling at his conversations with the esteemed ‘00 line. You found yourself grinning as Sanha furiously clicked away at the keyboard, even though your boyfriend is a famous idol, at the end of the day he was still just a regular young adult at heart who loved playing games.

You understood that this was probably one of his only ways of de-stressing as of recent, so you were pretty lenient about his gaming habits...

Until one match turned into two, which turned into three, and before you knew it, you’ve been waiting on his bed -- affection-starved -- for almost two hours. 

Your lips pursed in annoyance, huffing as you locked your phone and tossed it aside somewhere on his bed, standing to get some water. Sanha turned his head at your movement, his mouth opening a bit in shock as he watched you leave his room. At that moment, he knew your patience was running thin.

You saw Jinwoo and Bin in the kitchen, the two smiling as you joined them. You found yourself pouting as you waddled into Jinwoo’s arms which opened in a welcoming hug. With dating Sanha, you also had the opportunity of getting to know his group, gaining five older brothers who treated you like one of their own. You got babied by the five of them a lot since you were dating their baby.

You let out a sigh as you retrieved a glass of water, resting your head on Jinwoo’s shoulder as you took small sips. You’ve received more affection from the rest of Astro than you have from your own boyfriend during this whole visit so far. Bin cooed as he pinched your cheek, “Why do you look so upset?”

You rolled your eyes as you took another sip, “Sanha’s been playing his game for the past 2 hours, I don’t even know why he asked me to come over if he wasn’t at least going to talk to me.”

Jinwoo gave you a sympathetic smile, patting your head as he nodded, “You know how he is y/n. When he doesn’t have a schedule or practice, he’s practically glued to his computer chair.”

You groaned and finished the rest of your water, placing the glass in the sink before you rested your hands on your hips, “If he doesn’t stop playing after this match, I’m literally leaving.”

The two elder boys laughed, respectively patting your shoulder and rubbing your back. Bin chuckled, “You do what you have to do. You know, scold him for us too. His eyes are gonna go bad from looking at that monitor too much.”

You nodded, asking them to wish you luck as you went back into Sanha’s room. When you opened the door, you noticed his chair turned around so that his back was to the desk, the monitor on the loading screen, and Sanha on his phone. He looked up with that big puppy expression on his face when he knew he’s did something wrong. He quickly placed his phone on the desk, pulling you in towards him as soon as you were in arm’s reach. He gently squeezed your hands as you stood in between his legs, resting your weight on one foot. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes in the slightest, “And what are you sorry for?”

“For ignoring you and just playing my game...” Sanha said quietly hugging your waist. He nuzzled his face against your stomach as your hands went up to play with his hair, all annoyance fizzling away in an instant. Damn, he was too cute for you to stay mad at him. You sighed and kissed the crown of his head, “Sanha, we haven’t seen in each other in so long because of your comeback. If you want to invite me over, I sort of hope that we’re spending time together and I’m not just watching you play...is your game really that much more interesting than me?”

He shook his head against your body, his voice muffled as he immediately said no. The tiniest of smiles crept its way onto your face, endeared at how cute your boyfriend was.

And then you heard his best friend through the headset, ruining the soft mood in an instant. “Sanha load up, c’mon where are you?”

You let out a sigh, God dammit Bomin.

Sanha lifted his head to meet your eyes, he sensed your frustration again immediately. You pursed your lips, reading the conflict swimming through his pupils. You knew that he wanted to keep playing, but he didn’t wanna make you mad. And in Sanha’s perspective, he did honestly plan to spend time with you when he invited you over, but then Daehwi asked him to play a round and when he gets immersed in his game, he needs to play until he’s literally sick of it for the day. “Baby..?”

You averted your gaze for a moment in thought, an idea popping into your head. Humming, your fingers twirled a strand of his hair, “You can keep playing, baby.”

Sanha blinked at you in surprise, his eyes widening, “Really? You won’t get mad if--”

“But! I’m sitting on your lap. I haven’t gotten any cuddles from you in at least three weeks and I’m not going back to your bed without you.”

He nodded eagerly, satisfied with the win-win situation. Sanha grinned patting his lap as he spread his legs to give you room. You chuckled, maneuvering your body through the space of his chair as you got seated atop his thighs, both of you face to face. By habit, Sanha’s hands rested at your waist, smiling as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach at the action, responding instantly. Your lips formed a little pout when he pulled away, your boyfriend smiling cheekily as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said before resting your head on his shoulder, leaning your body weight on his chest as a means to get as close to him as you possibly could. Sanha rubbed the skin of your waist affectionately before reaching for the headset and unmuting himself, “Bomin, I’m here.”

“Hey! What took you so long?”

“Chill, y/n’s here.” He said, glancing at you with a smile, “She can hear you by the way.”

“Yeah so watch your mouth, Bomin.” You said jokingly, turning your head briefly to speak into the microphone. Sanha grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek as Bomin laughed through the headset. You heard Bomin -- along with Sanha’s other friends -- greet you, chuckling as your head returned to its spot on Sanha’s shoulder. 

You let your boyfriend play one match peacefully, still enjoying finally being in his embrace. You closed your eyes, taking in the comforting scent of Sanha’s detergent and let yourself relax for a short while. When he got killed during the first match, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, squeezing your body tightly as he kissed your temple. You hummed, listening as he watched and conversed with the others who were still alive.

It was then that you noticed the slight new definition of his muscles, the gears in your brain turning as you thought about how to proceed with your plan. Although you were literally on top of him right now, the majority of Sanha’s attention span was focused on his monitor, so you knew he couldn’t sense the growing arousal in your mind. 

Early into his second match, you subtly shifted your ass around on his lap, making it seem like you were trying to readjust into a more comfortable position. At the same time, you moved your head to his other shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you did so. Your boyfriend smiled at you, still oblivious to what you were trying to do. 

And then your hands gently started rubbing at his sides, the touch featherlike as you began to press kisses in the crook of his neck. You felt Sanha tense in the slightest as he quickly pressed the mute button on his mic, “Baby...what are you doing?”

“Hm?” You asked not even bothering to lift your head, “I’m kissing you, can I not?”

The male closed his eyes as he let out a muffled groan, his body reacting immediately to your ministrations, “y/n, are you trying to make me moan into the mic while I’m playing with the guys?”

You chuckled dryly as you started to start to suck on his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark because you knew his stylists would literally kill you if you did, but enough for him to get affected. And he did. 

Sanha let out a breathy moan, subconsciously tilting his head so that you had more access.

“You ignored me for two hours baby. Since you wanna keep playing your game while I’m here, you’re gonna have to do so while I’m making you feel good. Now unmute and keep doing your thing.”

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes at you as you moved your ass directly over his crotch, which was quickly getting hard. He was about to say something, but was cut off by Daehwi asking him where he was, Sanha cursing internally as he pressed unmute and responded. You smirked against his skin, still trailing kisses along his neck and intending to move up his jawline -- which had definitely gotten sharper since the last time you saw him.

Sanha tried his best, you could see how hard he was fighting against your temptations. Admittedly, you were a bit impressed with how well he was masking what was going on to his friends. 

But you were a brat and you wanted to see your boyfriend’s self-restraint crumble. He managed to get through one match, trying to compromise with you once the display showed the loading screen, “Fuck, baby, I’m done. I can’t play anymore.”

You smiled at him as you got off his lap, going over to lock his door. Sanha sighed in relief, getting ready to tell his friends that he was logging off for the night, until you held your finger up at him, confusion on his features. Casually, you pulled down your pants and underwear, placing them to the side as you leaned down for a kiss. Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, Sanha lifting up his hips to help you pull the fabric down his legs.

“You’re gonna play one more game, baby.” You whispered against his mouth, the boy sighing in frustration as you climbed back onto his lap. His cock was already hard from all your grinding, he could not believe you were teasing him like this right now. 

You were soaked, you knew that Sanha would slide right in without any resistance. You let out a sharp inhale as you lined yourself up with his cock, burying your face in his shoulder as you sat down in one go. The two of you let out a synchronized groan at the feeling, it had been too long since you last had sex. “Shit, y/n, you’re so fucking tight--I-fuck can’t we just take this to my bed?”

“No,” You said, voice shaky as you tried to calm yourself down from the initial intrusion. “This is payback for making me wait so long.”

Sanha’s hands gripped the meat of your ass, squeezing as he thrusted into you just once, “God, you do realize we’re both gonna suffer if you make me play another round.”

“You’re going to suffer more than I am,” You said devilishly as you unmuted his mic, “Sorry boys, Sanha went to the bathroom but he’s back now.”

He shot you glare, reluctantly removing his hands from your ass as he wore his headset again, “Guys, I think this is gonna be my last game, I’m getting pretty tired.”

“You know, I can’t believe y/n really just let you play with us this whole time. That’s love right there.”

“You’re a real one, y/n!”

“Sanha doesn’t deserve you, y/n!”

You laughed into the mic, sweetly responding to Sanha’s friends as you clenched your walls around his cock, watching with a lustful glint in your eyes at the contortion of pleasure on his face, his teeth harshly dug into his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.

“C’mon, start game.” Sanha said shortly, the grip on his mouse tightening as you clenched again. You stayed still for the first couple of minutes, letting Sanha adjust and play his game so that his friends wouldn’t be able to tell that something explicit was happening on his side of the screen. 

Of course all Sanha could think about right now was the way your walls just sucked him in so nicely, wanting nothing more than to pin you to his bed and fuck into you with no restraints. But he knew that you wouldn’t let him do that until he finished his match, so he tried to focus on completing this game as fast as he could. 

He felt himself freezing as you started to kiss his neck again, mentally telling himself to stay calm and not make a noise. As soon as his guard was down, you lifted your hips so that only the head of his cock was in your cunt before slamming your ass down on his lap, a loud slap sounding from the contact of your skins. Sanha lurched forward, a strangled moan fighting in his throat as you tightly clenched your walls, squeezing his cock. 

“Woah-are you okay, Sanha? What happened?”

“Y-yeah, I hit my knee against the d-desk,” He stuttered a lie, one of his hands gripping your waist as you started to slowly fuck yourself on him. It was getting harder for you to conceal your moans, burying your face in his shoulder as you tried to chase your high, this position allowing Sanha to hit so deep in your cunt.

His eyes flickered back and forth between the screen and you riding his cock, his legs subconsciously spreading as far as the chair allowed him. Sanha knew it was over for him when you lifted yourself off his chest, your eyes blown wide with lust as one of your hands fisted the bottom of his shirt, the other sneaking down to where the two of you were connected, making contact with your clit. You threw your head back at the added sensation, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you clenched your walls again.

“Sanha, where are you? Why are you standing still--”

“Fuck--AFK guys, AFK!” Sanha said hurriedly, throwing his headset off as he muted his mic. He pulled you in for a searing kiss, moving his lips fiercely against yours as you grabbed at his shoulders. “You’re fucking evil.”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to me,” You panted against his mouth, sluggishly getting off his lap. Sanha practically kicked his gaming chair back as he towered over you, removing both of your shirts before he pushed you down on his bed. He pulled your thighs open, positioning his cock at your entrance. “Fuck, do you know how hard it was to not fuck you while I was playing?”

You whined as he moved his tip up and down your slit, tapping the head at your sensitive bud. “Now you have all my attention, baby.”

The two of you moaned loudly as he sheathed himself in your cunt, momentarily forgetting that there were five other inhabitants of his dorm. Sanha started a brutal pace from the beginning, thrusting into you with no restraints. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair as you pulled him down for a kiss, muffling your moans against his mouth.

“Mmmf, Sanha--”

He groaned, biting your bottom lip before lifting your thighs so that your legs hung from his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper in your cunt, “Shit, I missed your pussy baby. You’re fucking dripping on my sheets, God.”

His hands flew to your chest, roughly groping your breasts as he used it for leverage to fuck into you at a faster pace. The sounds in his room were obscene, the squelch of your arousal and the smack of his balls hitting your ass drowning out anything else. 

Sanha felt like he was drunk on your cunt, breathing heavily as he tried to get more sounds out of you, your moans music to his ears. He hissed as your nails clawed at his arms, a telltale sign that you were nearing your end. “S-Sanha, I-fuck!”

“Are you close, baby?” He asked authoritatively, his heart swelling as you nodded with a whine, your hands scrambling to feel every inch of his skin. You keened as he called your name, commanding you to look at him as you reached your orgasm. 

The tension in your stomach snapped when he snuck a hand down to play at your clit, rubbing it between two of his fingers as he tweaked your nipple, fucking you through your high. Your toes curled in pleasure, legs convulsing as you let out a high-pitched moan. You tried your best to maintain eye contact, but the dizzying euphoria made your lids flutter close, Sanha harshly sucking hickeys in your neck as he too, chased, his high. 

He cursed, still drawing circles on your clit as he rutted his hips into yours. You screamed as you were forced into another orgasm, your tight pulsating walls around his cock enough to push him to the edge. Sanha groaned gravelly, his nails digging into your waist as he released his load in your cunt. 

Sanha pulled out when he felt his cock fully flaccid, sitting back against his palms as he watched both of your cum leak out your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to regain your breath, meeting his eyes from where you laid. Sanha chuckled, kissing your knee before standing to get some tissues, coming back to carefully wipe your cunt clean. 

You reached your arms out for him to lay down next to you as soon as he threw the soiled tissue away. He smiled lovingly, joining you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. 

“Are you upset with me?” He asked cutely, pecking your nose. You grinned and buried your face in his chest, kissing the space between his collarbones. “No, you’re here with me now.”

Sanha giggled, stroking your hair as he tapped his fingers at the small of your back, “’M sorry for ignoring you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said, humming as you closed your eyes, sleep slowly overtaking you. He tutted, removing his arms from your body as he sat up, “No! y/n, you have to pee first before you sleep.”

“But I’m tired,” You whined, reaching for him again. Sanha shook his head, gently pulling you up, “Baby, if you get a UTI, you’re gonna hate yourself. Now c’mon, peeing only takes a couple seconds.” 

You grumbled as he found one of his oversized t-shirts, dressing you before finding a pair of shorts for himself. You let out a woah as you stood, holding onto Sanha for support as your legs started to wobble. Your boyfriend chuckled smugly, squeezing your waist as you regained your balance, “You good, baby?”

“Shut up.”

The two of you glanced at his computer, which was now at the main screen of the game. “Do you think they heard, baby?”

“No way,” Sanha said, though he couldn’t deny the slight fear in the pit of his stomach if his friends really did hear you and him having sex. “I muted myself...right?”

You shrugged, not really minding before going to open the door, leading the two of you out of his room. Your face flushed, your feet stopping dead in their tracks as you came face to face with the rest of Astro, all five of them giving you and your boyfriend knowing looks as they sat dispersed around the living room.

“Ah hyungs!”

“I really hope you two used protection,” Eunwoo lectured, though you saw the smirk on his face. 

“I’m--bathroom--peeing...yeah.” You said embarrassed, scurrying off to the direction of their bathroom, yelping as your legs almost gave in.

“Woah, careful y/n,” Rocky snickered sending a wink in Sanha’s direction. The boys began teasing their youngest as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, Sanha hiding his face in his hands, “Are you really going to do this every time y/n comes over?? It’s been more than a year!”

“No, we only do it when you two kids are loud as hell.” Bin said bluntly, slapping Myungjun’s arm in amusement. Jinwoo chuckled, lightly pointing a finger at your boyfriend, “You better have this much energy during promotions, Sanha--”

“Hyung!” ______________________________

4-6-21

#woah where did this come from? #im also just obsessed with sanha's part in one and that mayhaps was the inspiration #and also gamer tingz #sanha #yoon sanha #astro #astro smut #astro fluff #astro au #astro scenarios #sanha smut #sanha fluff #sanha au #sanha scenarios #request

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prompts 8 + 9 for Buck omgggg 🥲🥲🥲

Can’t Lose Him

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of hospitals and injuries, minimal swearing, mentions of pregnancy and Chim’s accident, big brother!Chim

Prompts: #8: “you promised me you wouldn't be reckless! You promised me!” #9: “Does he know about the baby?” 

Category: mix of angst and fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: I loved writing this so thank you for requesting! :) 

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Pacing the room, Hen reached out for your hand. “C’mon, your feet must hurt. Sit down” you sighed, once again you were in a hospital waiting room in the middle of the night with the team and Maddie because Buck’s idiotic self got himself hurt again. 

“I’m okay Hen, thank you” you gave her a slight smile. Bobby was talking to the doctors because you couldn't bring yourself to hear what he’s done this time. Bobby returned, Athena by his side now. “Oh honey,” she pulled you into a hug, you could feel yourself melting into her arms, she sat with you and her arm wrapped around your shoulder. Bobby sat to the other side of you. 

“The doctor said that the pressure of the block cracked a rib, which then punctured a lung. He also has a mild concussion but they say it shouldn't be too bad” 

“Is he out of surgery ?” 

“He is, but he’s in recovery now. It might be a little bit before we get to see him” Bobby gives your shoulder a squeeze, you nodded.

Taking a look around the waiting room, Chim held Maddie as she slept with her head on his shoulder. Eddie sat to the other side of them, on the phone with Carla and Christopher. Hen was now talking to Bobby about something. 

This wasn't an unusual scene but a familiar one. Regardless of what was going on or who it was, the 118 always shows for their own. 

A rather tall man came into the waiting room. “Buckley ?” he called out, everyone stood, the doctor seemed surprised to see so many people at 4 in the morning. Your hand was resting on your stomach, you could feel eyes burning into your side. Looking to the left, Chim’s eyes were fixed on your hand, you nodded in his direction with your brows furrowed. He shook his head, you didn’t think much of it. 

“We can take one person in if someone would like to go in now? He’s still asleep but he’s stable as of now” your heart sunk at the term “as of now”, shaking the feeling, you look over at Maddie. 

“Do you want to go in first ?” 

“You go ahead, I'll walk with you and then I'll see him after. I might take a lap, my back is killing me” she gave your hand a squeeze, the two of you followed the doctor to a room down the hall. 

She came in for a moment to kiss her brother’s head and then left you alone in the room with him. You sat at his bedside, your hand held onto his. His hand was cold, the monitor was still going and you could hear his heart beating through the deafening silence but it felt strange. 

Every time you found yourself back here, it felt odd. 

Buck was a warrior in every sense of the word, he pulled through, always. 

“Oh baby, what did you get yourself into” sighing and leaning back into the chair. Once again, your hand comes down to rest on your stomach, the other hand still holding Buck’s. His hand twitched slightly, he was starting to wake up. “Don’t move hun,” your hand rested on his chest softly, Buck’s brows furrowed. 

“Wh-who are you?” his head tilted slightly, your heart dropped. The panic started to set in but you knew better than to let him see it. 

He’ll come around, he’s just woozy from surgery. 

“Why are you here?” he asked once again, “I'm-” you started but was cut off by a little chuckle from Buck. “You ass!” you let out a breath, “god, you scared me”

“Sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you” 

“Yeah? So why am I sitting in a hospital room while you’re all banged up” 

“We could bang if you wanted” he gave you one of his stupid wicked smiles

“Evan Buckley!” you scolded him, “now is not the time” your hand held onto his arm, your finger tracing over the tattoo on his bicep. “You really scared me, the whole punctured lung this isn't a cute look Buck” 

“Really ? And here I was thinking that I was pulling it off” 

Something flipped in you, you went from relief to anger in .2 of a second. “How could you?” hitting his shoulder, you stood up. “Ow! What did I do ? I'm just laying here” Buck whined, you know you didn't actually hurt him, he's just being dramatic. 

“I know it’s your job to run into burning buildings but would it kill you to be safe? You can't fucking save anyone if you’re dead Evan!” 

“Woah, calm down first of all, and why are you calling me Evan ?” 

“Is that not your frigging name ?!” 

You were starting to lose your patience. You loved Buck, any and everyone knew that but you couldn't deal with how stupid he could be sometimes. He’d run straight into danger to help others but not once would he stop to think of what could possibly happen to him. 

“Where is this coming from ?” he asked you, looking at you. He reached for your hand but you pulled away. You find yourself pacing again, trying to calm yourself before you strangle him with his IV line. “What do you mean ‘where is this coming from?’ you had a giant block of concrete on your chest Buck! If Eddie didn't find you, you'd be dead, you were on the verge of death as it is.” 

“You don-” 

“I don't know that ? I know you’re dumb enough to run into a collapsing building, especially after Bobby told you not to go back inside” you gave him a look, your back up against the wall. Buck’s face went pale, he looked as if he saw a ghost. 

“What? You thought Eddie wouldn't tell me about your little stunt ? You should know better than that.”

“Y/n, baby, I didn’t think anything would happen to me” 

“You never think Buck, that's the problem! You promised me you wouldn't be reckless! You promised me! but you never listen, you never do. One of these days, you're going to walk in and not walk back out.” storming out of the room, Buck sat on the bed, his mouth hung open and confused as to what brought on the fit of rage you just had. 

Maddie walks into the room, “where’s y/n?” she sits beside him. Buck rubs his forehead, “um- she just went for some air” 

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It was around 5:30 in the morning, you sat outside on the hood of Buck’s jeep. You had dropped him off at work and taken the jeep for the day, hence why you had it right now. 

Peaceful.

That’s how you’d describe your surroundings. There was no one in the parking lot, you laid back on the hood as your hand came down to your stomach once again, staring aimlessly up into the sky. It wasn't dark but the sun hadn't fully come up yet. It was right before dawn, the world felt like it paused, not completely, but just enough for you to take in these few moments of peace. 

The weight shifted on the jeep, you opened your eyes to see Chim climbing up to sit beside you. “Hey, everyone’s looking for you” he says, laying back onto the hood beside you. “Yeah, I just needed some air” lying through your teeth, you give him as best of a smile that you could muster up. Chim’s eyes fixated on your hand once again, you watched him, practically hearing the turning in his head. 

“What's going on in there? The rebar taking its effect now?” you joke, he rolls his eyes. 

“Does he know about the baby?” he asks, you sit up and turn towards him. You hadn't told a soul. 

“How did-” 

“Maddie does it to- the hand on the belly thing. She's been doing it since before there was a bump. Just a motherly reflex I suppose” 

You stared off into space, Chim sat beside you quietly. “Does he know?” he asks once again, you shake your head. “I know it’s not my place,” he rests his hand on your shoulder, “but I think you should tell him. It might keep him from running into buildings without thinking.” 

“Did that work for you ?” 

“What do you mean ?” 

“When Maddie told you that she was pregnant, did you think twice before running into a burning building ?” 

“Honestly, at first it didn't. It didn't seem real until I saw the bump and heard the heartbeat. Then it all made sense ya know ? I couldn't risk getting hurt because I had something to live for, they were waiting for me to come home” 

“That's the thing, I don't want to lose him, Chim. I can’t lose him. I love him and I need him here, the baby needs him. There’s no way I can do this by myself” 

“You can, I know you would be able to do it by yourself but you shouldn’t have too. Buck’s an idiot but he loves you.”

Chim sat with you for a few more minutes, you considered everything he told you. How Buck might not change right away nor did you expect him too but if there was even a chance of him changing, you’d want him too. “Ready to go back in?” Chim slides off the hood, holding his hand out to you. You hold his hand and he helps you off the hood.

“We have a stop to make first” you walk in the opposite direction of Buck’s room. Chim follows you down to the gift shop, which was closed as it doesn’t open until 7.“Are you kidding me?” you groan, leaning back against the door. “We’ll figure something out,” Chim looks around. Eddie comes around the corner, “what are you guys doing here?” he walks over. 

“I needed something for Buck” 

“What did you need? Can’t it wait until they open?” 

“Eddie, I'm pregnant” you just blurt out, Eddie’s jaw drops, literally. 

“Congratulations!” he pulls you into a hug, “wait, you’re happy about it right?” he checks, you nod. 

“I need one of those stupid “world’s best dad” shirts for Buck but it's closed” 

Eddie looks at Chim and then looks around. “Are we gonna?” Chim points towards the door, looking at Eddie. “Yup” Eddie looks around once more, “lean your head towards me y/n” your face screws into a weird expression but abides anyways. Eddie pulls a bobby pin out of your hair, turning to the door and jams into the lock. He wiggles the pin around until the lock clicks open. 

“Voila” he smiles as pushes the door open. The 3 of you walk in, Eddie stays by the door to make sure no one was coming. “Chim, find a pen and paper for me please ?” you walk away to find the shirt you were looking for. Picking up 4, you shove them into a bag form behind the counter. You toss $30 onto the counter and scribble a little note for the person that opens that read: 

Had an emergency, needed a few shirts. Hope this cash covers it. Thanks! :) 

Eddie relocked the door before heading to Buck’s room. Everyone was now in the room, scattered in different places. Bobby was leaned up against a wall, Athena stood beside him, leaning into his side. Hen sat on the little counter by the window and Maddie was still in the chair beside his bed. Eddie went over and joined Hen by the window, Chim stood behind Maddie, his hand coming up to her shoulder. 

“Y/n..” Buck whispers as you walk in, you take a seat on the end of the bed by his hips. “I’m sorry” he says, his hand reaching out for yours. 

“You’re an idiot but, I guess, I forgive you” you say and Buck smiles at you. “What’s in the bag ?” he asks, you rest the bag on your lap. “Something for you boys” The guys exchange looks, Eddie and Chim knew you needed something for Buck but what did you get for them? 

Pulling out the shirts, you handed one to Buck first. It was a plain blue t-shirt with big white bold letters that read “world’s best dad”. Buck looked down at the shirt and then back at you, he repeated that process a few times and after a couple minutes he finally asked you. 

“Are you ?” he whispers, the room is silent. 

“Am I?” you ask.

“Pregnant ?” he finishes the question and you smile. 

“Yeah, I am” your hand rests on his, he pulls you into his side for a hug. You hug him, trying not to squish him and hurt him even more. 

“Okay,” you sit up and toss another shirt that said the same thing to Eddie. He caught it and smiled, “because Christopher couldn't have a better dad than you” Eddie gives you a smile and whispers a thank you. 

The next shirt gets tossed to Chim, he laughs. “You got one for me too?” he asks, pulling the shirt on over his sweater. “Yeah because baby girl Buckley is gonna be one lucky baby, despite your not-so-funny dad jokes” Maddie laughs at the comment, Chim does too. 

The last shirt goes over to Bobby. He gives you a look, “what’s this for ?” he asks, “Because not only have you been amazing with May and Harry but you’ve got a fire station full of ‘children’ that rely on you. Just a thanks for bringing them home in one piece, well for the most part” you pat Buck’s side.

The room is filled with happiness and love, the 118 was together once again, not just as firefighters but as a family. 

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