#Still... Gonna be an uncomfortable journey home

[caluski]

If you're out and about and you encounter someone who smells like he's absolutely DRENCHED in vanilla.... That might be me bc a bottle of vanilla extract opened and spilled in my tote bag

#Thank god none of my groceries will suffer from this as they're all packaged stuff BUT I have a tie for my dad... #Thankfully its fine and I hid it away #Still... Gonna be an uncomfortable journey home #How do i get vanilla extract stains out of a tote....? #pogaduchy

[virahaus]

Okay so I'm gonna say this cause I've just seen another post reiterating this narrative and I simply cannot comprehend the way people are going out of their way to make Tommy a villain when he's NOT.

First of all, the much discussed date.

It was clear that before Eddie and Marisol showed up Tommy was totally fine with Buck being a bit of a clueless baby bi and did not put it against him. He didn't say anything snarky to him, nor he questioned him being out or not, he teased and flirted with him even after the whole "I'm an ally" speech, which kudos to my man cause I couldn't have taken my date seriously if they said something like that.

It's clear that Tommy only took issues with the way the date was going after Buck made the horrible decision to say that they are going to pick up "hot chicks" and play it up like that.

Now, I don't think the issue here is Buck not saying he's on a date with him. It's clear by the way the dialogue has been constructed with all the hints about closet space and by Tommy's snarky line (which again VALID. He was not outing Buck. He was not trying in the slightest to do so. Eddie and Marisol are talking about closet space as in FURNITURE. To that for Eddie to take a leap and think that the closet is something more than it is, is frankly ridiculous. We know the double meaning because we are the audience. It's a joke for US, and for Buck only, not for Eddie who by the way was also clueless about Tommy's own sexuality);

The real problem was that Buck also shoved Tommy back in the closet. I don't think Tommy wanted Buck to announce there and there that they were on a date, especially after the whole convo and questions about being out in the workplace. It's an obvious hint to the fact that Buck is not out and it's reinforced by Buck also telling him that it's his first date with a dude. Season 7 Tommy hasn't been shown to be stupid or insensitive so it's obvious that he would have read between the lines.

So, it's clear that the issue here is that Tommy did not want to be shoved back into the closet, especially after years of unlearning bad behaviour and the journey to accept the fact he's gay. He doesn't offer it but he also doesn't want to be shoved back into a position where he has to deny he's gay. Which again, is super valid of him.

The moment most people try to use against Tommy is the fact that he cut off their date and left Buck alone outside the restaurant, which... Tommy had all the right to cut short their date. He was uncomfortable with how things were going and so he cut his losses. He's not rude or disrespectful, he even reiterates how he thinks Buck is adorable and in the same breath he also establishes his limits. Again, fair.

But some of y'all are acting as if he left Buck alone in the middle of the desert, not in fucking LA where Buck can call a cab anytime and go back home easily. Buck is not a kid, he's a grown ass man and can very well go back home alone. He's not drunk, nor under substance, he's not injured and he certainly can use his phone and call a cab.

You all have a thing about seeing Buck as completely incompetent, helpless and unable to take care of himself, and I must remind you that he's the same person who got out of his parents house and immediately took off and did a tour of the Americas, managed to live on his own, and was healthy and alive when he got to LA in season 1.

So you might want to remember that.

Another thing you all like to dangle over Tommy like "gotcha" kinda moment is the fact that in his past he was an asshole to Chin and Hen, some almost 10 years before what is being shown on screen now. It's clear that he's friends with Chim still and even if he did not keep in touch with Hen there's no animosity there either. In the flashback where he leaves the 118 Hen is the one to shove him face first into a cake. Do you think he would have taken it so well had they not been friendly? Or that Hen would have done that if she didn't think she could do so? It's already established in the flashbacks that they have worked through their issues and for you to demand Hen or Chim to be hostile with him rn or that he needs to "work for their friendship" it's simply madness.

The flashbacks already established him as having changed and being friends with both them and Bobby, since there's also a scene of them going out to a bar together and they all have fun together. For you to demand more without also having a Tommy Begins episode it's frankly ridiculous. He's not that important in Chim or Hen's lives as of now to need a further explanation but "they resolved their issues and there's that". And he was not obligated to come out to Hen at any time. You do not owe your sexuality to anyone.

Anyway. There's that. My big rant for some of the things I've seen since the break. If y'all liked this I might do more dissertations of the other out of pocket takes I've seen around. And my ask is also open if you want to ask my opinion on something

#tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy #tevan #henrietta wilson #chimney han #howard chimney han #evan buck buckely #911 abc #911 fandom #911 show #911 spoilers #911 season 7 #hen wilson #eddie diaz #my post #911 speculation #911 #911 spec #911 s7

[natashaslesbian]

How about Scarlett being busy with work and R missing her mama while trying to get her attention

Math Test

Word Count: 1.3k

Parings: Mom!ScarlettJohansson x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: none I believe :)

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A/N• eeeee I’m gonna be writing for Scarlett! I’m likely to only do platonic fics for Scar as I’m not sure about writing anything else for an actual person

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You sat facing the window while the phone was ringing. Following the raindrops down the glass until your mom finally picked up. “Hey y/n what’s up?” Scarlett asked, “Hi mom, I was just wondering when you’d be home, you said we could have our movie night today” you replied into your mobile. “Oh hunny I’m so sorry I completely forgot, I’m still gonna be at the office for a few hours, we’ll do it another night sweetie” you weren’t really disappointed, you had expected that she forgot. Before you could reply your mother cut you off “y/n I’ve got to go okay I’ll see you later, love you!” You listened to the call disconnect, at least you knew she still loved you, if only she would show you that.

You were asleep by the time Scarlett got home, and she was out before you woke up the next morning. The CEO hadn’t had time to prepare your lunch so she left $20 on the kitchen island for you. You stuffed it into your purse and headed off to school. It was a regular day, the stares and quiet hushes of your peers, the Johansson name hung over you like a dark cloud. It was the second lesson of the day, math, and you had been preparing for your test for the last week. The class fell silent as pens hit paper and you got through the first few questions quickly.

Scarlett was at her desk when her phone rang, your schools number appearing on her screen. “Hello” she said sceptically as she answered. “Hi Ms Johansson, it’s Mr Chan from Bridgewater high, we need you to come and collect y/n immediately. I’m afraid there’s been an incident and she’s been suspended for a week” your principal said. Scarlett was shocked, you had never been in any trouble at school “what’s happened!” She said down the phone. “I’m afraid her teacher caught her cheating on a test, are you available to come and collect her?” Your mother was mortified, she collected her things, asked Kate to hold the fort and stormed out of the office.

Scarlett didn’t say one word to you when she arrived at the school. She stomped back to the car with you half jogging behind to keep up with her. “Mom” you called again, “get in the car” she hissed. “Mom!” You shouted, “y/n get in the car! We’ll talk at home” Scarlett said. The journey felt longer than usual, the uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere and your leg had began to bounce with anxiety. Scarlett’s grip was tight on the steering wheel, and she made a point of reving the engine to make sure you knew she was angry.

Your mom had you sat at the kitchen table the second you were inside, she remained on her feet and you realised how much trouble you were in. “Why?” Scarlett said “why on earth would you cheat on a test? I don’t understand y/n your one of the smartest kids in that school what the hell where you thinking!” She shouted. “I knew all the answers I just….” You whispered. “You what?” Scarlett said as she slammed her fists on the table “y/n like it or not you are a Johansson and I will not have you drag down the name, I have worked to damn hard!” Your mom screamed. “Well maybe you should stop working so hard!” You sobbed “maybe you should stop working and come home and be with me!” you cried.

Absolute silence fell across the room. Your mom had never heard you shout so loud, never seen you fight so hard to hold back tears. It seemed all at once she realised how you must be feeling “sweetheart” she whispered, a stark contrast from the noise moments before. “You were trying to get caught?” She asked as she came and sat on a nearby chair. “I didn’t know what else to do” you sniffled. “Baby you should’ve talked to me” Scarlett said, a hint of guilt coating her voice. “I tried, but you’re always so busy at the office and filming and now directing” you said as you used your sleeve to wipe your nose.

Your mom had never felt more ashamed. How had she been ignoring the one thing that mattered most to her, gotten so wrapped up in her work life that she hadn’t even noticed how desperate you were for her attention. “Y/n I’m so sorry. You’re right I’ve been so busy and I thought that it would help you in the long run but I completely missed what was happening right in front of me” Scarlett said as she began to softly cry. “I just wanna spend time with you mama” you whimpered. “Oh baby, come here, can I give you a cuddle?” Your mom asked.

You didn’t waste a second as you shuffled over to your mom, settling in her lap and wrapping yourself around her. You cried into her shoulder, soaking her shirt as Scarlett continued to whisper apologies into your ear. “Look at me baby” Your mom said as she gently held your face on her hands “I’m gonna take some time off work okay, it’s just gonna be me and you.” She said. You nodded as she wiped your teary eyes and lent forward to kiss you on the forehead. “Why don’t you go jump in the shower, I’ll order some food and then we’ll watch Toy Story” Scarlett said. “Pizza?” You whispered “of course baby” your mom smiled.

No less than an hour later you were curled up in your mom’s lap nibbling on your beloved pepperoni pizza. You promised not to quote too much of the film but Scarlett knew that was never going to happen. Toy Story was your absolute comfort film, you watched it after a bad day or when you were sick, even if you were just tired it was your go to. Your mom was gently carding her fingers across your scalp, the two of you were wrapped up in a big fuzzy blanket and Scarlett insisted that you were to lie still while she took care of you. Holding the pizza for you to eat and wiping up the sauce that dribbled down your cheek. You would never admit it, but you were enjoying your moms affection even though to others it may have seemed childlike.

When the first film had ended, Scarlett moved to grab the remote but when your head fell limp against her she realised you were fast asleep. “My baby” Scarlett cooed as she twisted you into her arms and stood up to carry you to bed. She waddled into your room and gentle placed you on the mattress. “Mama” you whined when you felt her let go “mamas bed?” You innocently asked “you wanna sleep with mommy tonight?” Scarlett asked, you nodded sleepily and your mom scooped you back up into her embrace, not forgetting to grab your stuffed bunny. You instantly rolled onto your moms side of the bed when she set you down, already missing her even though she was only across the room getting changed.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt the bed dip behind you, you rolled over straight away to find her waiting with her arms open. You inhaled her scent, a gorgeous smell of cotton and lilies filled your nose. “‘M sorry for cheating on my test mama” you whispered “am I in trouble?” You asked. You felt Scarlett sigh heavily “I think we can let this one slide baby girl” your mom said “we may still have to deal with Mr Chan when you go back to school though” you groaned into your moms neck “he’s a dick” you said “he sure is” your mom agreed. Scarlett switched off the bedside lamp and pulled the duvet up to cover you both. “I love you so much y/n” she said as she began to trace her fingers up and down her back “I love you too mommy” you said with a smile.

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#scarlett johansson #scarlett x reader #daughter reader #comfort #mom x daughter

[wistfulcynic]

it’s more than a little disturbing to me how many people loudly proclaim how much they hate or don’t care about Nate and his character journey, while with the same breath proclaiming how much they love Jamie’s. “Oh boo hoo, Nate has daddy issues,” i’ve actually seen adult people actually say. “So does Jamie and look at him!” 

Similarly: “Nate’s gonna be saved by the love of a woman? How boring and cliche!” 

Or: “Nate doesn’t have to be such a jerk. He has Ted as a role model. He should know better!” 

to anyone capable of saying that, you’re absolutely right. You don’t care about Nate or his journey and that couldn’t be more obvious. What’s interesting though is why. 

because here’s the thing about Jamie, and also about Ted. Two things they have in common--a massive ego and a rock-solid sense of self. 

remember Jamie in like the second episode of the whole series? “Coach, I’m me. Why would I want to be anything else?” 

yes, Jamie has a shit dad and he’s had a shit time of it in many ways because of his shit dad. But what Jamie has never had to face is a crisis of identity. He knows who he is and he knows his value. He can take hits and come back from them, he can acknowledge his mistakes and learn from them because at his core he still and always has that knowledge that he’s a superstar. 

then there’s Ted. Anyone who doubts that Ted is a full-fledged egomaniac, ask yourselves how much confidence it takes to preface every single useful thing you have to say with a meandering, folksy anecdote and be absolutely certain that every single person you speak to is going to not only put up with that but actively listen. That’s the kind of confidence that can only come from a particular kind of privilege, and while Ted also has been through tough times and experienced trauma he's a white man from a place where white men are at the top of every ladder and he has very clearly never doubted who he is or the value he possesses. 

Nate can't be Jamie and he can’t be Ted. Not just because it’s ridiculous to expect different humans to behave identically in situations that are only vaguely similar, but because Nate’s core problem isn’t that his dad withholds love or that the hostess at a restaurant is snide to him. 

his problem--which incidentally we’ve been shown from the absolute very beginning--is that he doesn’t have any confidence. He doesn’t know who he is, and the who that he thinks he is, is a who he doesn’t especially like. Nate can't be Jamie because to him every mistake he makes reduces his worth, and he doesn’t have that superstar core to shore him up. Nate can’t be Ted because the entirety of his lifetime experience has assured him that no one wants to listen to anything he has to say. Nate can only be Nate because he is Nate, and the only thing that he or any of us can be is ourselves. 

and yeah, who Nate is isn’t always especially pleasant. He’s shown he can be mean and he can be spiteful. So what? He’s flawed, as all the characters are. As all humans are. Plenty of us have meanness and spite in us, that doesn’t make us irredeemable monsters. Nate’s journey is about realising his value and finally receiving recognition for it. He’s a clever, capable strategist and a talented coach. Now that he’s finally seeing and being seen for that, he’s finding in himself the capacity to recognise and work on his flaws. Which he is doing. It’s not about getting the girl or finding redemption through the love of a woman. It’s about having the confidence to trust that another human is going to see him and like him for who he is. 

Nate isn’t flawed in a sexy asshole way like Jamie or a folksy wholesome way like Ted. He’s flawed in an uncomfortably human way that probably hits too close to home for many people. Jamie and Ted are larger-than-life characters. Nate is one of us. So in a way i guess it’s understandable that people have a harder time forgiving him his trespasses or “caring” about his redemption. 

on the other hand, however, you all might want to ask yourselves why you’re so willing to extend endless grace to the hyperconfident white men while offering the anxious brown one none at all. 

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta #nate shelley #jamie tartt

[buckgasms]

Doctors Barnes and Rogers (Part 6)

So this is the final part of this official story, but I am absolutely open to writing little drabbles for them so please do send them in to me 🩷

Thank you for all the love and reblogs and comments throughout it! Love you all loads!

What a wild ride this has been 🤣

This was the absolute most typical thing that could happen. Both of them had gone out, Bucky to work and Steve to get groceries and as you had gone to get yourself a drink.....

Your waters had broken.

You stood in the kitchen in a state of shock and nerves. It wasn't a total surprise given how huge you were and the fact the two doctors had been checking you out regularly and explaining each part of the journey in excellent detail.

It was just that you were alone and the fear of what the next day or two would hold, let alone the rest of your life, would be like.

Finally your brain caught up with the situation and you started scrambling to your phone and called Steve...

"Hey honey, did you ne-"

"Baby is coming!!!" You screeched down the phone, "water broke, it's coming you need to get home!"

He was silent for a beat before he chuckled and his calm voice filled your mind. "Ok pretty girl, it's all gonna be fine. Just relax, I'll be home before you know it." He pauses and you can picture him with a shy smile on his face. "Wow... Can't believe it's finally happening..."

You smile and he tells you he's on his way home. "Don't forget to get chocolate... I still want chocolate, baby or not!"

🍼

By the time Steve arrived home you had already called Bucky and he was zooming home from the office. Your contractions had also begun and although they were quite minor, they still felt really uncomfortable. Luckily Steve was fine with you squeezing his hand and did a really good job of helping you breathe through them.

Your serenity was interrupted by Bucky bursting through the door and storming into the living room. You can't help but giggle at how crazy he looks, your giggles becoming louder as he becomes indignant at yours and Steve's laughter.

"What?? You called me in a panic about water breaking and now you're laughing at me?" You peal into more giggles until another sharp contraction hits you. You can't help but whimper as Bucky grabs your free hand and sits down next to you.

"Sorry Bucky" you say between breaths but he just smiles and kisses your head. "It's ok sweetheart, anything to make you smile hmm?" As it passes you smile and press a kiss to his cheek, quickly providing one for Steve before he could complain about it.

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After a few hours it was decided it was time go to hospital. It had been agreed between the three of you that that was the best place to be, and both Steve and Bucky could be there to support you and enjoy the moment, rather than work. Although you had no doubts they would try to take over as much as they could.

You sat in the back of Steve's car with Bucky as he held your hand and stroked your tummy. "You feeling ok darlin'?" he said, analysing you a little as you smiled tightly. "Yeah I'm ok, just feel nervous. What if something happens? Or what if I'm not cut out for being a mother?"

He smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. "You are amazing, everything you've done has just been incredible and we love you so much. Whatever happens we are in this together, we'll take care of you, and this one..."

You wiped your eyes and kissed him again, feeling better as you squeezed his hand. "Still think it's going to be a girl?" You said and he nodded, "1000%" Steve laughed from the front and shook his head. "That's how much you're gonna owe me when it's a boy" he said wiggling his eyebrows at you in the mirror, making you giggle and roll your eyes.

You were more interested in who the baby's daddy was. But you had never asked, afraid it would make one of them feel left out. But you just wanted to know... Blonde or Brunette.

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Your contractions were coming thick and fast now you were settled in your hospital bed. You had been given gas and air which was delightful, but it was still so painful and you couldn't help let your groans loud in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

Steve was rubbing your back as Bucky gripped your hand in his, both of them coaching you through it. Sadly they were doing it in quite contradictory ways.

"Deep breaths" said Steve, while Bucky suggested "breathe quickly through the contractions to help you manage it" and in an attempt to please them both you were doing short, deep, fast breaths until you felt dizzy.

After a while of this you finally flopped back on the bed and swatted at both of them. "You must stop" and they both looked shocked as you glared towards them. "I can't do both, just let me breath and if I need help I will ask you!" They looked sheepish and apologised before offering a hand each for you to grab, just in time for your next contraction.

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It had been 12 hours. You were utterly exhausted and every bit of your body was either in agony or just aching. You had cried, cursed and yelled with no end in sight.

In a moment of calm you sat with Bucky as he pressed a cold flannel to your forehead and pressed a kiss to your hand. "Bucky I'm so tired" you croaked as a little tear slid down your face, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. "I know sweetheart, but you are doing so well. Steve and I are so proud of you..."

"But why won't he come out?" You said as your head flopped back on the pillow. "Ooh so you think it's a boy huh?" Bucky leans over and kisses your face, teasing as you can't help but huff out a laugh. "At this moment I don't care if it's bright green, just get it out of me..."

He chuckles as Steve leans in as well and strokes your hair. "You want us to have a word? See if we can move things along?" You giggled as he moves down to your tummy and taps gently.

"Hey buddy, Daddy here. Listen, you've been driving your momma crazy and we can't wait, so can you get a move on in there?" He presses a kiss to your tummy and you giggle again.

Just then the doctor comes in and gives you a commiserating look. "You've been doing so well, let's see if we can get you moving along now..."

She takes a seat at your bottom half and lifts your gown as Bucky moves to take a look. "Bucky don't be a backseat Doctor" you groan but he ignores you with a smile on his face as the Doctor checks your dilation.

"Well, I don't know what you said Dr Rogers but it's time... Baby's ready."

Your laugh turns into a whimper and turns back into a giggle. "Oh I don't think I can actually.... Maybe we can wait...?"

All three of them look at you with that annoying doctor face. "Honey, don't worry, we'll be with you the whole time, it's gonna be ok..."

"It's coming out of me! A baby! One of your babies, it's going to be huge! I can't do this. I won't..."

The doctor moves outside to give you a moment as they join you again, soft looks on their faces. Bucky strokes your cheek and rubs his nose against yours. "It's alright pretty girl. I know it's scary, but once it's done we'll have our baby. Our little baby who we can love and treasure and take care of... Let's go and do this now, she's ready and so are we sweetness..."

You nod after a shaky breath and finally you are wheeled into the delivery room.

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After another hour or so you were back in your hospital room, but this time you had a little baby in your arms. It was so quiet compared to the screaming and beeping and talking in the delivery room.

Now it was just the two of you, a baby with a little pink cap softly gurgling and breathing deeply in your arms. She was so beautiful and smelled so heavenly, her warm little body felt like a little hot water bottle. She was so tiny, but your love for her was enormous.

Bucky and Steve joined you and settled on the bed next to you, making a lovely little sandwich of you and your baby girl.

"She's so perfect" you whisper before looking at them both. Bucky's fingers rub over the little pink hat and Steve brushes your hair and presses a kiss to your temple.

"You've done amazing sweetheart. We're so proud of you."

You smile and kiss them both, as your eyes flutter closed, the adrenaline finally running out and exhaustion taking over you.

"Sleep honey, we've got you... We've got you both..."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #doctor bucky #doctor steve rogers #doctor rogers #doctor barnes #dr stucky #stucky x you #doctor stucky #stucky x reader #stucky #bucky x reader x steve

[bonbonchocolates]

Psycho

Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When your psychotic patient is obsessed with you...

Warnings: yandere jungkook, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, mentions of killing

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

Masterlist

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Being a psychiatrist is difficult, you need to look after and treat the people who are mentally unstable. You currently work at the most renowned mental hospital of the country.

Truth to be said you actually enjoy your job. The only problem is that you have to overwork because of patient to look after. He was not as bad as you thought. He was just a big man with a mind of a little kid. His name is Jimin. You kinda liked him because he was very cute. You spent almost two years for his treatment and now he has completely recovered and was sent back to his home. You are definitely gonna miss him.

Today a new patient was supposed to be brought in the mental hospital. He was shifted here because he had a fight with the guards at the previous mental hospital where he was admitted to.

You were busy in your thoughts when you heard someone yelling from outside.

"LEAVE ME"

Someone yelled.

"I swear when I get out of here I'll kill each and everyone of you."

The voice was getting nearer to you. Just then you saw few guards dragging a man who was continuesly yelling at the guards to leave him and was swearing at them.

He was behaving like a total psycho.

Is he my new patient?

You wondered.

The next moment you turned towards him, you found him staring at you. You don't know why but he seemed familiar to you.

The moment he saw you he stopped yelling and gave you a smirk.That made you pretty uncomfortable.

Just then you saw Kim Seokjin who was the head of the doctors here in the mental hospital came to you with a file in his hands.

"Y/N this file contains all the new information about your new patient. You can go home and read it. We'll start his treatment from tomorrow."

Jin explained.

"Now you should probably head home, it will be a long day tomorrow."

'It will be a long day tomorrow' what did he mean by that?

You thought.

But anyway you  just nodded your head and stuffed the file in your bag. You got out of the mental hospital and went to where your car was parked.

Only thing that was on your mind right now was that the new patient looked quite familiar. You think that you saw him somewhere before but couldn't figure out where.

You then quickly got into your car and headed towards your way to your home.

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After a long journey you finally reached you destination that is you beautiful apartment.

As soon as you got inside you quickly freshened up, changed your clothes and then took out the file from inside your bag.

You sat on your couch and began to examine the file that was given to you by your senior. It contained all the information about your new patient.

Patient Info:

Name : Jeon Jungkook

Age: 25

Family: Unknown

Illness: Psycho

Crime: Murdered more than fifty people brutally.

Cause: Could not handle the rejection he got from the girl he liked when he was 18 years old.

Wait... What? What is this?

You don't know why but you couldn't control your laughter after looking at the patient info. It was weird.

How could someone kill people just because the girl whom he liked rejected him? He is indeed a dangerous man, you need to be careful of him.

Then you again read his name.

'JEON JUNGKOOK'

The name yet again sounded familiar to you. You heard it somewhere but you don't know exactly where.

You decided to worry about all this later and now you should probably head to bed because it was getting late and you were completely weared out.

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Next morning you got up quickly because today you had to meet with your new patient. After reading his file you don't want to treat him but still you have to because it's your duty.

You were currently getting dressed up while singing your favourite song. When your nose picked up an unfamiliar scent.

It smelled like a men's perfume but the last time when a man came to your house was nearly three months ago when you brother payed a visit to you. Since then you had no visitors in your house.

So you couldn't understand that from where exactly the unfamiliar scent was coming from. You then decided to ignore it because it doesn't matters to you where the smell is coming from. The only thing that you could think right now was that you were getting late.

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You were driving the car as fast as possible because you don't want to get late once again or Mr Kim Seokjin will give you a long as lecture.

Soon you reached the hospital and parked my car.

You got down from your car and then entered inside the hospital. Today it appeared to be a bit different from the other days. There was no yelling of patients, no doctors chatting and even no guards present at the gate.

It was very peaceful today. You felt like you were the only one there.

You headed to your assignated cabin and placed your bag on the locker there. You took out the file from your bag and went to the cabin which was right next to you, that was supposed to be the cabin of your colleague and your one and only friend here in the mental hospital.

But as you entered the cabin, you found nobody there.

Weird.

You thought.

This is why you decided to head towards the cell where your new patient was kept and start his treatment. You were not supposed to go alone to the patients quarter but there was no one there today so you decided to go alone.

As soon as you reached the patients quarter you were shocked to see it's condition.

All the cell doors were open and no one was there inside.

What is happening here today?

Just then you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head and everything turned black.

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When you woke up you found yourself in a dark room, you couldn't see anything clearly. You were bound to a chair and your hands were tied together behind your back.

You don't know how you ended in this situation.

You tried to scream in hope that someone will come and save you. You know that it will not work but your mind was not working at that time.

Just then you heard the sound of the door opening and someone switched on the lights.

"So you woke up my love?"

You heard a husky voice.

Then you looked up and saw the JEON JUNGKOOK staring at you and he gave you the same smirk which he gave yesterday when the guards were dragging him inside.

"Jeon Jungkook"

You said with your voice shaking in fear. You were completely terrified. Why would you not be terrified? When the person standing right in front of you was a serial killer who mudered more that fifty people as the file stated.

"So you remember me?"

"Wh-What do you want from me?"

He let out a evil laugh.

"What do I want from you?"

He mocked.

"Ten years.....ten years ago I proposed to you but you...you rejected me. I had so much hope and I even planned my whole future with you. But you....you destroyed my plan. If you would say yes that day we would be married right now with a kid and another on the way."

He smiled at his imagination. He is completely sick. Now you remember him he is the same boy who proposed you ten years ago. You were fourteen at that time and he was eighteen. One day he proposed to you and asked you to be his girlfriend but you politely rejected him. That time you were too young to be in a relationship.

You never knew that a mere rejection will turn him into a serial killer.

"And now it's time for revenge."

He started to laugh like a maniac.

You then scanned the room and you were disgusted by looking at it. The room had all the stuffs to torture people. There were even sex toys present there. Some of the knives even had blood on it. You were completely terrified and wanted to disappear from there.

"Now let the fun begin."

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#yandere #yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook x reader

[jungk0oksthighs]

Stay With Me | The Date 

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, E2L, angst, fluff, smut 

Word Count - 3k

Things between you and Jungkook are awkward. Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mutual pining from afar, angsty 

MINISERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook: Traffic is crazy, I’m about 30 mins away I’m really sorry

Kook types out the message quickly before tossing his phone onto the passenger seat of his beloved Mercedes. He was supposed to pick up Seol for the week an hour ago but it seems as though nothing is on his side recently. Roadworks. Classic. As if things for him could get any worse.

The radio station reminds him of the time along with a traffic update which earns him to scoff humourlessly, as though he wasn’t already aware of the situation. It’s been one week since he last saw you, one week since he’d last heard from you because much to his disappointment you never replied to his drunken messages. A dramatic sigh escapes him, his knuckles white when he grips the steering wheel tight enough to break it.

Kissing you that night is all that’s been on his mind, how amazing it felt, how he still melts like putty in your hands even after all these years… Does he regret leaving when he did? No. It wasn’t right and deep down he hopes you recognise that too. Does he wish he explained himself before making a dash for your front door? Yes. Absolutely yes. You’re probably confused and hurt and after years of telling him he needs to work on his communication he’s disappointed in himself that he didn’t do just that. Uncertainty washes over him the closer he gets to his old home, simply because he doesn’t know what to expect.

Are you angry with him? Are you upset with him? Will you even say hello to him? Or will Seol be waiting on the front porch with his bag ready for another week with his father? The sky is grey and bleak, mirroring your ex-husbands mood when finally, after what feels like an eternity he pulls up outside. He makes quick work of getting out the car, desperately needing to stretch his long legs after the even longer journey here.

“Fucking hell…” He grumbles with pinched brows, straightening his back and shaking the ache from his calves.

To his surprise Seol isn’t waiting outside, but he figures that’s probably because it’s cold out and he did take the piss to get here. You probably made him wait inside. With a pounding heart and knots in his stomach he rings the doorbell, mindlessly tapping his sneaker to the ground as his legs tremble with something akin to anxiety.

“Dad! Finally!” Seol beams, standing to one side to let him into your home.

Jungkook notices his son’s large bag at the foot of the staircase, guilt eroding his insides, “Sorry Seol, traffic was fuc-, traffic was really bad today… Is your mom home?” He’s peering around the house he knows like the back of his hand, but to his disappointment you’re nowhere in sight.

“I’ve heard you swear before you don’t have to cover it up anymore, I’m almost thirteen remember?” Seol’s smile is bunny-like and mischievous and for a moment Jungkook forgets all about the situation he has going on with his ex-wife. It sucks only being able to spend time with Seol every other week, this kid is his entire life.

Kook mirrors his son’s grin with a warm chuckle, “How could I forget? You’ve been sending reminder alerts to my calendar for weeks.”

“Mom’s upstairs getting ready.”

“Getting ready?” Instinctively Jungkook’s brow quirks, it’s almost 6:30PM.

Seol sighs, uncomfortably shifting his weight between his legs that aren’t much shorter than his father’s at this point. While you and Kook have made a conscious effort not to put Seol in the middle of your divorce or any other personal dramas of yours, sometimes that’s exactly where he finds himself be it intentional or otherwise. 

“She’s going out tonight, I’m just gonna say bye before we go…”

But before Seol has chance to make his way upstairs the sound of your bedroom door opening sends a rush of panic straight to your ex-husband’s chest. “Is dad here yet?” He hears you call out from upstairs and straight away he swallows. He’s so nervous. He needs to explain himself but that could be tricky with Seol here… He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, unsure of how to go about the situation.

“Yeah he’s here! Are you coming down?”

As much as Jungkook wanted to see you and clear the air and explain himself, that all goes out the window the second you appear on the staircase. You look… breath taking. Your hair is styled in an effortless slicked-back ponytail, you’re wearing a tight strapless black dress that flaunts the shape of your body and leaves absolutely nothing to his imagination. A modest amount of cleavage displayed has him awestricken, similar to a hormonal teen. The dress ends just below your knees and you’ve paired it with a YSL bag, ironically enough an old Christmas gift from your ex-husband, and a pair of strappy stilettos. You look stunning, even your makeup is done to perfection, which in Jungkook’s mind can only mean one thing.

You’re going on a date.

He feels beyond underdressed standing in the entrance to your home wearing black sweats and boxy grey t shirt that’s so oversized it practically drowns him. When your eyes meet his he doesn’t miss the way you curse under your breath, nor does he miss the way you immediately snap your gaze to a different direction.

“Mom you look so nice!” Seol gushes when you get to foot of the carpeted stairs, “Is that your friend outside?” He gestures to the headlights beaming through the window, and Jungkook’s heart breaks a little bit more.

The Jeep outside is presumably owned by the man sitting in the driver’s seat. He’s wearing a baby blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, flaunting his expensive looking watch. Jungkook can’t help but notice his arms are completely bare from tattoos, definitely nothing like his own body. So this is your type now? The man doesn’t really resemble your ex at all, which sends a pang of insecurity to his bones. He does look to be Korean like him though, but he also looks very handsome, his sharp jawline and model-status features further adding to Jungkook’s self-loathing.

“Yeah that’s my friend.” You nod gently before turning to Kook, your voice merely a whisper, “Sorry… He was supposed to be gone by the time Hoseok picked me up, I haven’t-, he doesn’t know about him yet…”

At this Jungkook forces a thin smile, “Got it. Don’t worry about it. My fault for being late… Right are you ready son?”

“Mhm,” Seol crushes you with a big hug when Kook grabs his bag for him, “Bye mom! Text me when you get home safely tonight.”

You snort, wrapping your arms around your only child, “Of course, have a fun time with dad. I’ll see you next week… I love you.” When the words slip out you find yourself glancing at your ex-husband whose already staring back at you.

“I love you too!” Seol beams, and just like that they’ve headed out the front door.

You wait a couple of minutes to gather your bearings. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Jungkook and Seol weren’t supposed to see Hoseok. You feel guilty, ashamed even, for going out with Hoseok tonight when you kissed you ex-husband barely a week ago in this very house. Clearing your throat you do a purse check: Keys, credit card, cash, lip gloss… Condom. More guilt unease’s your stomach lining. Should you cancel? No, Jungkook is the one who walked out on you. Fuck him, he obviously doesn’t care, you try to convince yourself.

Except you know that he still loves you.

When you make it to Hoseok’s Jeep he slides out the car, opening the passenger door for you – he’s such a gentleman. But it’s Jungkook’s Mercedes still outside that frustratingly has your whole attention, why hasn’t he left yet? You’re frowning, which doesn’t go a miss by your date.

“You look gorgeous Y/N, so that’s your ex-husband?” He asks, brow quirking curiously when Jungkook appears once again, putting Seol’s bag in the trunk of his car.

You feign a smile, trying to ignore the way Kook’s beefy inked arms flex when he handles the luggage, snapping your eyes back on Hobi, “I-, uh, yeah it is… Thank you.”

“Shall we?” Hoseok’s grin is breath taking, it’s not long before he plants a sweet kiss to your cheek and you clamber into the huge vehicle, driving off before your ex has even left your driveway.

Jungkook starts his engine with a tight set jaw, watching the bigger car speed off into the unknown, “So what do you wanna do this weekend son? I’m thinking takeout tonight and maybe the movies tomorrow? It’s two for one on Saturdays.”

But Seol’s too fixated on something on his phone to hear his father’s voice, he’s sitting in the back with his Airpods in mindlessly scrolling through what Jungkook thinks is TikTok.

“Okay then… Good talk.” He chuckles to himself, drumming his fingertips against the steering wheel.

But in his mind he’s replaying the events of last weekend over and over again until he almost misses a stop sign. Fuck. Not ideal. Just like the way you’re on a date right now with a handsome guy who owns a Jeep and probably knows how to communicate his emotions maturely unlike him. Again, not ideal.

When you arrive to the restaurant Hobi gives you his arm, guiding you to the table he’s reserved especially for tonight. It’s a lot fancier than what you would usually go for, to be honest you wouldn’t mind having a pizza and beer in front of the tv, but as you’ve figured out by now Hoseok appreciates the finer things in life. It’s different. It’s not necessarily bad. Just different.

Hoseok is gorgeous, there’s no denying that. His face is long and chiselled, his nose something plastic surgeons surely receive as a reference picture from clients because it’s that perfect. His jaw is sharp, contrasting to his bright soft smile that lights up the room whenever he shows it. You could get lost in the depths of his brown almond eyes… If you weren’t preoccupied thinking about your ex-husband.

Jungkook is a pizza and beer counts as a date type of guy, you only really ever splashed the cash and went somewhere fancy like this when it was a special occasion. Or when Kook managed to get a deal somewhere since he’s a certified coupon king. There were times in your marriage you wanted him to be more like Hoseok, you wanted him to show you off and give you a reason to dress up to the nines, but he rarely did. Maybe that’s what made it so special when he did take you out like this.

It’s unsettling really, how Hoseok seems to posses everything Jungkook lacked, and yet here you are sitting opposite him wishing he was more like the man you divorced. It’s when Hoseok reads the wine list, and actually reads the wine list, that you realise just how different you are. You would simply skim the options until you find the cheapest bottle, whereas Hobi is taking his time making the selection.

“Are you secretly a sommelier or something?” You chuckle, eyes exploring the flesh of his arms… The completely bare flesh of his arms that hold no stories or secrets. Again it’s not bad. Just different to what you’re used to.

At this Hoseok laughs, the sound chesty and thick, but his eyes never leave the list he’s still reading through, “Would it impress you if I said I was?”

You roll your eyes jokingly, “Not really… Wine is wine, it all gets you drunk and that’s what I care about most.” You giggle, “Honestly I’m not picky, just get whatever.”

And make it quick.

“In that case we’ll get the 2017 Ornellaia, it’s from Tuscany you’ll like it.” Hobi assures you with a smile, calling over a nearby waiter, “Oh and by the way I have actually done an introductory sommelier course when I travelled to Italy.” He winks, but rather than feeling impressed you feel… Uncomfortable.

“Actually…” You sigh with a small apologetic and guilty smile, “Um-, I just remembered… I need to go and give Seol something, I’m so sorry.” Before you can stop yourself you’re standing, you need to get out of here now.

“Oh? Can’t your ex help you out?”

No he can’t. Because you’re lying through your teeth to escape this date.

You’re shaking your head softly, “I’m really sorry Hobi… At least it’s still early! I’m sure you can find someone else to enjoy your night with.”

“Okay.” He nods once. He doesn’t put up a fight, he doesn’t look phased, he doesn’t seem as though he cares at all. That’s all you needed to solidify that you’re making the right decision in cutting the evening short.

And after a somewhat pricey Uber ride that’s what leads you here, standing outside Jungkook’s small apartment still in your evening clothes. Why? You’ve no idea. Truthfully you miss his quirks and inside jokes, the way you know he would’ve rolled his eyes at the idea of your date being a wine expert. You miss pizza and beer dates. You miss him. 

Maybe you could make this work after all, if he’s willing to. Things have been pretty mixed signals between you both lately, one minute you were making out the next minute he was leaving. One minute he said he still loves you, the next he was gone. You close your eyes. Communication. That’s all you need, that’s all you’ve ever needed.

When Jungkook swings open his front door he’s counting notes, mumbling to himself, “Okay so that should be thirty eight fifty, are you sure the pizzas aren’t on offer right now? I could’ve sworn—”

He freezes, like a deer caught in headlights when he registers that you’re the one standing in front of him. You. His ex-wife. Seol’s mother. Y/N.

“…What are you doing here?” His voice is weak but oozes with surprise, his stare mindlessly dragging up and down the curves your body has to offer in this dress. You blush. He blushes. It’s awkward. “Aren’t you supposed to be with your uh-, your friend tonight?”

Your gaze drops to the floor, specifically to his unmatched socks, heart hammering inside your chest, “Yeah-, no I left… Wasn’t going to work out.”

Jungkook’s heart stops beating, his hands turn clammy and he’s sure you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when he swallows. It suddenly dawns on him that you left Hoseok and came straight to him. You’re here, with him. You came here, for him. Maybe he didn’t completely fuck this up after all.

“Look Y/N I owe you an explanation for last weekend, I didn’t leave because I didn’t want to go through with it… I-, I left because I did,” He’s whispering, slipping out into the hallway with glassy eyes swimming with worry, “Can we talk? A proper talk. About everything… About-, well about us.”

“Jungkook… Why do you think I’m here?” You smile, a genuine heartfelt smile. You’re about to tell him you still love him when you see Seol’s eyes peeking over your ex-husband’s broad shoulder, forcing you to change the subject quickly, “So you guys are having takeout tonight? Very healthy.”

Your son shoves his father out the way, coming into the hallway wearing a shocked grin, “Mom? I thought-, Why are you here? Are you having dinner with us?”

Your gaze is fond when it lands on your ex-husband, he’s biting his lip to supress what could be the world’s biggest smile if he allowed it to be, “If that’s okay with dad.”

Kook’s voice is low enough for only you to hear, “You have no idea how okay dad is with that.” His signature bunny-grin tugs the corners of his lips, happiness sparkling in the depths of his doe-eyes. He ushers you into his home with a large palm resting on your back, “So! I’ve got some beers in the fridge and pizzas are on the way, are you okay with pizza and beer? Sorry I would’ve cleaned if I knew you—”

“Pizza and beer sounds perfect.”

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[familyvideostevie]

Steve taking care of you when you're sick. He'd be so sweet and soft with you.

this is self-indulgent bc ive got cramps right now, so here's a wee blurb of steve being lovely to you when you're on your period! fem!reader, fluff __

You cuddled in bed for an early evening nap about an hour ago and blink awake to the soft sounds of the TV through the closed door. It's almost dark out and the passage of time is disorienting for a second.

The day has been a wash. You've done everything you needed to and no more but your sour mood and achy body make you feel rather useless. The persistent dull pain in your abdomen and lower back makes every position uncomfortable and you know there's not much to be done but hope it fades soon.

But it sounds like Steve is home. He must have popped his head in and seen you sleeping and known to leave you alone -- you'd warned him yesterday that you were liable to be a bit testy until your period finished. He's never minded.

So you know he won't mind you now. The TV sounds only a bit louder when you open the door -- he clearly kept it low -- and see him spread out on the couch watching a nature documentary. You shuffle your feet and he tilts his head back immediately to look at you over the arm of the couch. A slow smile spread across his upside-down face before his brows draw in worry.

"There she is," he says. "Did I wake you? Sorry, I tried to keep it low."

You walk towards him, fingers tracing the shape of his face when you reach the couch. "No," you tell him as he closes his eyes for a second at your touch. "Well, yeah. But it was time to get up anyway." He reaches up to bracket your wrist with his long, warm fingers and slowly brings your hand to his face, planting a soft kiss on your palm. It's an uncharacteristically tender gesture from him. Not that Steve isn't tender with you all the time -- he just isn't always so forward with it. Except when you're not doing well.

"How are we feeling?" he asks. We. Like your pain is his, like he can take it from you if he so chooses. Like you're a team against anything that hurts. Which, you think, you certainly try to be. You wrinkle your nose and consider how your traitorous body.

"Better than this morning," you say. "Cramping still." He starts to sit up to undoubtedly find you some painkillers or a heating pad but you put a hand on his chest before he can get very far. "Can we just..." you begin. "Just sit on the couch? Order takeout, maybe?"

Steve settles back into the cushions and nods. "My plans tonight are to be wherever you want me." You complete your journey around the sofa as he keeps talking. "And I think we still have some ice cream in the freezer if you want." He makes a grabby motion at you. "Well? Are you gonna come here or what?"

You laugh, but another wave of pain washes over your lower half and you wince. Steve all but pulls you down into the couch on top of him. He lets you adjust yourself, legs tangling with his and your ear on his chest, right above his heart, so it beats in your ear as look at the TV. You wiggle your hands under his back so you're holding him tight.

"Comfortable?" he asks, amused. You hum. "Do you want me to--"

"Yes," you say into his sweater. Steve knows the drill by now. One hand settles itself on your neck, gently stroking your hair. He slides the other under the soft material of your sweatshirt, palm flat. His pinky and ring finger dip below the waistband of your sweatpants so he's covering as much of your sore lower back as he can. And he's so warm. It still hurts, sure, but it hurts less because of Steve. Or at least that's what you've decided.

"What're we watching?" you mumble. He lightly kisses the top of your head. "Can you turn it up?" He reaches for the remote, careful not to shift you too much.

"Penguins. You'll probably cry."

You scoff. "So will you." He laughs and it vibrates your whole body. "PIzza later?"

"Whatever you want, baby," he says, voice soft. "Except mushrooms."

You know if you looked up he'd be grinning. You squeeze his torso in retaliation. "How dare you keep a girl from her vegetables!" you tease.

"If you had good taste I wouldn't have to." His fingernails scrape your scalp lightly and you hum again, enjoying the banter and his touch.

"I love you," you say. Steve knows it, you tell him so every day. But you love him extra right now as he tries to fend off your cramps and teases you about your pizza toppings.

"And for some reason I love you even though you like mushrooms," he replies, but you hear his heart pick up just a bit under your ear.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #blurb #emma's asks #anon ask

[wordsbymae]

MINORS DNI

Title: The Viking

Pairing: Male OC x reader

TW: Violence, murder, generally bad things, implied non/con, no explicit smut but heavy Non/con groping!!, discussion of sexual slavery, mention of cannibalism, Christian elements but it is because I am and I am less afraid of stuffing up Christian stuff than other religions. If you are uncomfortable with any of that move on This man is not nice. Pet names: little mutt, little one and little lamb. Let me know if I missed anything let me know

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Also, I tried to do Gn but as I am a woman, I automatically write with a female reader in mind. But!!!!! I have tried my very best to not mention gender. If something doesn't work please tell me. Reader discretion is advised! Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction. Also, all my OCs and the reader are over the age of 18+. and I'm not gonna add google translate because that takes forever and you guys won't even be able to read it so he conveniently speaks the same language as the reader.

Notes: Aaaaa! I have 21 followers! You guys are absolutely amazing! I never thought anyone would want to read my stuff let alone like and reblog. This doesn't take place in any place in particular, if anything I heavily rely on the climate of my home. I was though heavily influenced by Vikings and their nordic culture of that time, however, I had originally planned to make the oc a barbarian of sorts and not a Viking. But my inspiration dive into Pinterest left me with Vikings so here we are. I might write a nomadic barbarian fic later on cause I do see them as quite different in my mind but it depends where this goes, I usually write the notes and triggers before I start writing as a way of planning my thoughts so it might change halfway through.

Also the climatic event in the beginning, in my mind, is the cause of a volcanic eruption somewhere on earth, there was a year of just constant winter due to a massive eruption a few centuries ago and I wanted to include that and showcase how superstitious the people of this time were, seeing the winter as a foreshadowing of terror. And hell they were right.

Lots of love Mae xx

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It was far too early in the season for the cold winds to be here. Your father pretended to not be frightened but you could see it in his eyes. There was a fear lingering. You could hear your parents whispering in worry when they thought you were asleep. You could hear your mother sob as they discussed what it could mean. Your homeland was one of sun and thunder, but never frost, never snow. Yet, a chill had descended onto your lands. A frost had spread across the summer grass. Your bare feet crunched upon what should have been dried pasture, instead, they were chilled by a wicked frost. The sun that you would curse for its harsh warmth was now hidden behind constant grey clouds and you begged for it to return. The floods and storms you ragged against never came. No seasonal thunderstorms after the humidity of the day. There was just darkness. Travellers and merchants from far-off lands, journeying to the capital came through your village, speaking of the darkness that had spread. It seemed like no kingdom or empire was safe. The frost and darkness had come for all.

The first omen of their arrival was the frost itself. It seeped into everything and made the ground as solid as rock, the summer pastures shrivelled up and left nothing but dirt behind.

The second omen was the famine. The harvest failed and the livestock starved. Your father was forced to sell the heifers and cows and slaughter all calves and steers to provide for your family. Still, it wasn't enough. You heard gruesome tales of far-off villages butchering each other for scraps of meat from their bones. Your village was lucky, the sea still provided as much as it could.

The third omen was the dragons. Firey images in the night sky, leaving streaks of light hanging in the air. As soon as they appeared men cried out and women fell to their knees. It was a sign of a terror to come.

The final omen was a raven.

The skies had begun to clear and the winter rains had soothed the harsh scars left behind. Crops had been sown and the frost retreated in the face of the reappeared sun. You had all thought that the struggles of the last few months were over. Your father had been able to buy a cow with calf last week with money you made weaving baskets. She was a skinny thing even with the calf in her belly, but with the winter rain healing the land, you could see her regaining strength.

You had thought it was a crow when you first saw it. It did seem to be a bit bigger than the crows that waited patiently for your fish scraps by the pier. But you had never seen a raven before, so why think anything of it. It had flown in from the sea, flew over the village before fixing its gaze on your mother's garden. Your mother prized her garden, especially her roses, and had cried bitter tears when the frost killed the flowers, leaving thorny masses behind, but they had begun to regrow, leaving your families house surrounded by a beautiful arrangement of daisies and violas, butterfly pea flowers and lilacs. You had your favourites of course. In fact, you were picking them right now, happy to make a bouquet for your ancestors' burial place. As you were sitting and deciding which flowers to choose, the raven landed beside you, you watch in amazement as it plucked a flower from your hand and rose into the air and back towards the sea. Standing up with a giggle you chased after it in play until you reached your property's fence. You watched until it was nothing but a black dot in a sky of blue. If you had known what it had foreshadowed you would have wrung its neck.

They themselves came in the night.

They landed on the beaches and in silence drifted into town. Axes drawn and blood-hungry. The first death was the blacksmith. He was stumbling from the inn, stomach filled with ale. He saw them first, and let out a cry of warning, but it did not save him from a dagger sliding across his throat. The killer let out a howl. His comrades followed. The screams began.

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You had lost sight of your mother in the smoke of the burning village. Fire ragged towards the heavens. The smell of charcoal and blood ravaged your senses. The yelling and screaming were just a constant now. Like how a bird song drifts into the background. You stood immobile calling for your mother, begging her to reveal herself. Out of habit, you called for your father, but you were harshly reminded that dead men can't answer. You watched as the savages ripped men to the ground and let blood flow. They hadn't noticed you yet it seemed. A lone wraith shaking in the centre of town. In the centre of all the murder and mayhem. For a moment you thought you were dead. That the arrow your father had taken for you had indeed struck you and now you were wandering the mortal realm alone and afraid until St Peter called for you.

Your eyes reached towards the heavens and you began to beg for the angels to pluck you from this horror. Your arms wrapped around yourself as tears flowed down your soot-covered cheeks. You were broken from your prayers when you heard your name being called, your mother perhaps? Your eyes rushed to find her. No, you can't see her. But it was enough to have you moving towards the darkness and away from the light of the fire. With your arms still holding you tight, you began to stumble towards the outskirts of town. Once in the fields outside town, you could hide. Wait till they grew bored of your village and left in their ships to torment another village. You were reminded of a time when you were fearful of the dark. But now it was your salvation. Tripping over your feet you struggled to remain standing, leaning on the walls of yet-to-be-destroyed houses and holding onto the rungs of fences. You kept rushing forward, eyes onto the safety of darkness. You were close, only a few more steps.

A beast emerged from the darkness. His face burned with the light of the fire, and his axe shined with delight. His furs were matted with blood and encompassed his shoulder. His arms were bare save for strips of leather circling them. There was blood on his arms and hands as well, dripping onto the handle of his axe and onto the dirt below. You stood still, hoping perhaps you were dead. That he would just pass by and you could remain nothing more but a spirit. If death was without pain you would prefer it to the horrors the beast in front of you was capable of. His face was marked with blood, lines travelling over his forehead and down through his eyes. His eyes flickered with hunger and his mouth was turned up into a grin. He stood feet wide as if he was ready to battle, but his hand was loose on the axe, allowing it to dangle from his palm. He saw no threat in you.

A strange mix of sounds came from his mouth, while his voice was rough and stern, his words were lyrical and filled with rounded sounds and quick sharp notes. It left you confused and almost enchanted, like a deer in the gaze of a hunter.

His voice stopped and his eyes drifted down and then up. He gave a deep laugh at the site of your cowering.

"Come little mutt, stand tall" he chuckled with amusement. You whimpered at the sight of him, a beast of a man denying your freedom. He began to march towards you his axe swinging in his hold. You try to take steps back but he is quicker. You yelp as he pushes you towards a wall, his thick forearm resting against your neck as he peers down at you. You could see the scars littering his face and could smell the stench of blood dominating his body. You could feel the warmth of the blood from his arm smearing all over your neck and chest. You hated to think whose blood it once was.

"Little mutt has no teeth huh? What about claws? hm?" he questioned, joy in your torment in his eyes.

"If I was to fuck you now would you fight me? Would you claw at me or bite at my fingers?" he laughed at your obvious fear. He brought his head down to your neck and sniffed loudly. You cringed as his nose met your skin.

"You smell sweet little mutt. I wonder if you taste just as good"

you struggled as his tongue run up your neck, tears tumbling down your cheeks.

"As sweet as honey!" he cheered. His forearm dug into your neck further as you struggled to escape. He began to shush you, giving out soothing sounds like you would a crying baby as his body stepped forward to meet yours.

" Please don't kill me" you choked, eyes red with fear.

"Never little one!" he bellowed, his face of mock hurt. "Why would I kill you? hm?" he comforted, releasing his arm if only by a fraction. "You will fetch me a high price at the slave markets, little lamb. Men will go mad trying to buy you for their beds" he grinned, showing off his sharp canine teeth. You struggled once more, this time clawing at his arm and chest.

"So the little mutt has claws! Maybe I will keep you for myself. Use you to warm my cock. Would you like that little one?" he teased, he moved his face closer, his tongue darting out to catch the tears on your cheek.

" Get off me" you grunted, desperately trying to remove his arm. he teased you by feigning pity.

"Poor little lamb, you must be so scared. Trapped by a beast like me" he cooed, pushing his arm further into your skin. You watched as his eyes drifted to your chest below his arm. He dropped the axe in his other hand to the ground, it falling flat with a light thud. He looked you in the eyes once more. You could see mischief in them.

"I am torn between keeping you for my bed slave and making a small fortune on another man's desires. Let me see your wares and then I shall decide" he sang, his grin reaching higher and higher with each word. You could only watch in horror as his hands reached for the front of your night smock and ripped it. You tried to grab his wrists but he was too strong. In a mere moment, your smock lay tattered on the ground and you stood bare in the night air. His eyes drank you in, and his hands drifted over your body. He gripped tightly in some places and softly in others. Blood from his hands was left smeared all over you, like rivers on a map. His eyes found yours once more and glee was evident on his face.

"I have decided little mutt. You shall warm my bed and most importantly me" he proclaimed, laughing at the end. "I am to be your master and you the little mutt at my heels. But first, let me dull those claws, hm?"

You stood arms covering yourself confused at his words. You had no claws to dull.

You gave a shriek as he began to drag you into the darkness. His hand was tight against your wrists. You tried to use your body weight to stop him, but it only ended with you falling to the ground and him dragging you through the dirt. You screamed and kicked, shouted and cried. He just laughed.

The dirt turned to soft grass as released you from his grip. You shot up to your bare feet, only to be thrown to the ground and a foot thrown on your stomach.

"I admire your fight little mutt, but as your master, I cannot in good conscious allow you to disrespect me. it would not be natural." he cooed at you, his hair falling into his eyes. You choked out a sob at the thought of what he planned to do. You were both far enough from the town your screams would not be heard and you were both hidden by lush pasture. You began to pray, your words drowning in sobs.

"Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kin-"

"Enough!" shouted, falling onto his knees above you, a dagger glinting in his hand.

"Keep your God, fine, but do not expect kindness from me when you beg for his mercy" he sneered. You watched in terror as the dagger raced towards your head, only for it to land safely in the soil next to you.

"Now little lamb moan sweetly for me, will you?" he smiled, his grin one of filth. You lay there looking up at him in fear. "I said moan" he barked, his hand reaching for your throat. You gave him what he wanted, although it was tarnished by your terror.

"Like the music of the gods" he praised. He removed his hand from your throat and brought both to your knees, lifting them up and slotting himself in between them.

"Look at you little mutt, shaking and cowering in fear and yet I haven't even fucked you yet. You Christians are strange folk. If you knew of pleasure you would be moaning on my cock by now. You yourself would have begged for it. Begged for me to fuck your tight little hole on the ashes of your ho-" you slapped him with a furry. A rage releases from you, with you reaching for the dagger beside your head. His hand reached for yours first and punished it with his strength. He gave off a terrifying laugh as you were forced to drop the knife and he quickly threw it behind him.

"Maybe you aren't a little mutt but a little wolf instead. That fire in you will warm my cock and balls for years to come. But first, let me break you in"

You really did wish that arrow had found its mark in you.

#vikings #oc #gn!reader #viking oc #i noticed i write in past tense. I guess thats just my writing #i was going to tag yandere but it isnt #its just dark #viking x reader #oc viking x reader #dark fic #dark drabble #tw noncon

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𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟑)

Synopsis: You are a French girl that had the opportunity to teach in Manchester, and you had been lucky enough to be granted a bed at the Bennett’s place. As Europe is on the brink of war, you start to worry for your family back at home, and you are surprisingly consoled by the one man of the house you would never have thought capable of landing you an ear. It’s not that you like Tom, is it?

Previous Part - Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, smut, swearing, minor talk of death Thank you @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan !

“Can you not shut up that fucking bird, Manc’?!”

Tom turned at the voice, giving the man his biggest grin as he sat on his bunk, his new acquisition on his lap.

“What, you can sleep through shell dropping but you can’t bear to hear a bird? That’s rich, mate.”

James gave him a cold stare and went back to his nap, ignoring his taunt as best as he could, knowing Tom as the troublemaker.

“What are you going to do with this anyway, Tom?” Norman asked, looking at the yellow canary in the cage, the question making Tom smile.

“Make money of course, for you and me. Why don’t have fun while on chase with a German ship that we can’t find?”

Norman looked suspicious. “You’re gonna sell it?”

“Of course not, Norman,” Tom rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna make the lads put bets on it. We’re all gonna profit from that little Vera of ours.”

And profit he did. And then hell broke loose.

One minute he was fighting Henry and refusing to shake Vic’s hand, and the next he was thrust against the wall and knocked unconscious by the force of the blast the Exeter had suffered.

When he woke up, it was dark, smoke surrounding him, Henry had lost his arm, and Vic was dead.

“Don’t you move, you bastard,” said Tom, crouching near the ginger.

Henry was a grunting mess, his arm bleeding out.

But Tom took care of it until they got him out of the loading room and up on the deck, where Tom realised how lucky he was. Smoke was making his head dizzy and soot stuck to his skin, but at least he was breathing, as was Vera. He had felt his way to her in the smoke, finding an egg in her cage, and money from the bets still in his pockets. It had make him cry, the beauty of it, among the horrors.

During the ceremony he had prayed, uttering the few words he knew in order to pay his respect, and he had realised how much his dad had been right. All of these men were dead, and they didn’t even know why.

On their journey home, their mission accomplished, Tom had ventured to the infirmary below deck, grabbing the occasional smoke the lads were allowed to have. Near the porthole laid Henry, arm tightly bandaged and looking at the waves outside.

When Tom approached him and laid the bag of money on his bed, pouting. “I know it won’t go far… But you need it more than me, so…” he said, looking everywhere but at the ginger. 

There was a heavy silence before the latter spoke. “Thank you for seeing me right, after what happened.”

Tom had always been uncomfortable with thanks, so he brushed it off before he continued. “Graf Spee sunk.”

“What, did we hit her?”

“Nah. Captain scuttled his own ship so we couldn't take her,” Tom explained, “Shot himself. You know I don’t know if that counts as one for us, with being an own goal and that, but-”

“Oh God, shut your noise would you?” Henry cut him, an exasperated expression appearing on his face. It made Tom scoff, but his cocky smile soon disappeared afterwards.

“Don’t tell anybody I’ve done this…”

Henry searched his face for a while, surprised. Half of the men that had bet on Vera were dead now. “Yeah, well, I’ve heard they’ve been giving you grief about keeping the money.”

“Yeah, well, I ain’t doing this for the lads, I’m doing this for Vic,” Tom replied softly, his heart clenching at the thought of his fallen shipmate. “And this is the sort of soppy thing one of my friends would have done. Wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

Henry raised his eyes to him, Tom’s side and unconcealed smile not going unnoticed. “She sounds like a good lass. Special friend of yours?”

Tom only lowered his eyes with a smile on his lips, staying silent. It was answer enough.

“Well, if she puts up with a guy such as you, Bennett, she must be something.”

“Yeah… She is,” answered Tom, trying to not think too hard about you back in Manchester, the one that accompanied his thoughts since he had gotten on this cursed ship. Tom’s gaze reported back on the bag of pounds. “That doesn’t make us mates,” he concluded.

Henry shook his head, both of the men losing their sheepish smiles. “No,” he agreed. “Thanks for the money.”

Tom’s mischievous gaze came back. “And maybe you could put it toward a hook.”

Henry repressed a bitter smile and Tom left, feeling a little bit lighter.

It was just you and Douglas in the house now.

Lois had joined ENSA for the time being, and Tom was… away at sea, the wireless the only tool giving you news about the HMS Exeter, the cruiser you knew Tom was on.

The fact that you had stayed around was a good thing, allowing you to take care of Douglas, since Lois had been the one doing most of the chores since their mother had died and giving him a hand. Additionally, it allowed both of you to escape solitude, keeping each other’s company in your shared anguish.

This is why you felt guilty when you announced that you had found a flat that you could rent, your pay being stable enough to finally have a place of your own. You considered that you had taken advantage of the Bennett's hospitality long enough, and even though it saddened you a bit, you could at last give them the space they needed as a family. 

Only, out of the three only one remained in that family home and despite your announcement, you chose to delay your departure. He was putting up a brave face but deep down you knew he was as worried as you, maybe even more. Each morning, he was looking for any scrap of information he could find in the papers about the Royal Navy's achievements or failures, his fingers quivering over the table in anguish.

You would divert your gaze, waiting with dread for the day he would find that something had happened, the blue of his eyes reminding you so much of his son’s that you could not bring yourself to look at them for too long. 

Once you had come home to find the radio smashed on the floor, and shortly after you learned that the Exeter had been hit. The only thing that had prevented your nerves from cracking at that very moment was the expression on Douglas’s face as you prepared dinner, his inner panic written all over his features. You ate in silence that evening, unable to bring up the subject, only keeping each other’s company.

The day after Tom’s departure to Liverpool, you had tried to convince yourself that you had done the right thing in making him understand that you could not dive into what that moment shared between you meant, that wonderful kiss. He had seemed to understand back then, stepping away with that stern look of his and comforting you in the idea that it was only a whim flirty and nonchalant Tom had, a way for him to say goodbye. 

If you had been honest with yourself, you would have acknowledged that the hollowed feeling in your chest had not been due only to the guilt of treating him that way, but something else entirely. Because as months passed, you came to realise that what you felt was regret and the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, it had not been only a whim. You missed his smile, his presence, his scent and thinking about him being hurt made your heart sink in your chest often. You had no idea if he felt the same. Much could change in six months. Nothing in your life in Manchester was the same without him.

You were a fool to believe that your feelings for him would pass over time and that you would be hurting less, but war was raging all around and you had Lois as well as your family to worry about, both far away.

You had received the long-awaited letter from them, your father writing to you that they were fine but that they had been advised to get as far as the Maginot Line as possible, the French dreading a German attack at any moment. Your family would go west but you did not know exactly where, and your father had specially instructed you not to come back, that you were better in England.

He was right, of course, but it didn’t prevent you from wanting to go to them at once.

So weeks passed and you finally made up your mind to move away from the Bennetts, and to busy yourself into work. But it didn’t last.

“You’re alright, dad?” Tom said, raising Vera’s cage as his father approached with his bike. “Bought you a canary.”

Tom was finally back in Manchester, having ditched Devonport where the Exeter had finally docked and bought a ticket home. Douglas was happy to see his son again and his smile had only faltered when Tom announced his desire to desert. Ensued an argument in which Douglas tried to explain that he would not be able to help him, and that he would have to go back, regardless of his newly found beliefs. Tom had once again felt let down and unsupported, hurt even. He did not understand why his own father would not help him.

“Maybe he thinks you aren’t a very good shot,” joked Lois with a cup of hot cocoa between her hands as they prepared for bed, Tom having found the use of his own bed again with you gone.

“Haha,” Tom fakely laughed, laying over the covers with a cigarette in hand. “Is that one of your ENSA jokes?”

Lois was trying to comfort her brother as best she could, seeing how much Tom was sad about their father’s obtuseness and incomprehension. If she had a say in it, she would make Tom stay, she had seen how it was like, out there. She needed her brother too.

“So, when did Y/N move out?” Tom asked, the room feeling empty without your stuff filling it.

Lois sipped her beverage before answering. “A couple of months ago. You haven’t seen her?”

“Nah,” Tom replied, taking a puff out of his cigarette as if it didn’t bother him. “I wouldn’t know where to find her anyway.”

“She is not far,” Lois shrugged. “She got closer to that Adam bloke’s place…”

“What bloke?” asked Tom, his eyes fully on his sister now.

“A guy she is seeing. I wasn’t around when she moved out so I don’t know much but yeah, she had him help her move.”

Tom tried to let nothing appear as he felt his heart race in his chest, a bitter taste in his mouth. “Glad to see she is settling in Manchester fine on her own, then,” he said flatly, crushing his fag on the ashtray a little too violently before turning around and bringing the covers over him.

“She comes to visit us sometimes, asks about you often. She’ll be thrilled that you’re home, can’t wait to see her face when she sees you.”

“Yeah… can’t wait.”

Lois stared at his back facing her and took the hint, supposing that Tom wanted to end the conversation and go to sleep. She frowned at his sudden silence but she knew her brother cared more for you than he let on and chose to not dwell on it. But in Tom’s mind it was all angst and feeling of abandon again, even if his heart had swelled a little at the mention of you asking about him often.

He might not be able to wait until another one of your visits to his family.

You hardly heard the knock on the door over the kettle’s noise filling your flat. You had been alone in it for two days in a row, concentrating on your task. You didn’t expect any visitors.

When you opened the door to find Tom standing there, your jaw dropped and your heart stopped for a bit.

He let a moment pass in which he only observed your eyes roaming his form in disbelief. “It's not polite to stare, you know.”

You found your senses again at his voice, and joy filled you. “Tom!”

You hesitated for the briefest of time but could not resist rushing into his arms, relief flowing through you as he hugged you back, his scent overwhelming your senses at once. In his arms, feeling him again, you felt the tension you both left with come back slowly.

“Can I come in?” he asked with his usual playful tone as you pulled back to look at him.

“Sure, of course,” you replied, stepping aside to let him in and softly closed the door behind him.

“It’s cosy,” he remarked, looking around. “At least you’re closer to the school, eh?”

You barely nodded to acknowledge the fact that you had heard him, rather walking to face him with blinking eyes. He had come back, and you were definitely unprepared for the many feelings going through you right now. “When did you come back?”

“Five days ago. I’m sorry, I know it’s early but Lois told me you’ve moved out and I needed to be away from the house for a while. So I figure I could come over.”

You had no idea what to do, just content that he was there, and the many words you had wanted to say for months were simply not coming out of your mouth. He was anxiously looking around the room again, as if looking for something. You remembered the kettle. “Um, do you want a cup of tea?”

His blue eyes snapped back up at you and he nodded. You rushed over the sink to prepare the beverage, feeling Tom’s gaze at the back of your neck. When you came back to him, he was already seated on the couch, glancing at the letter on the table. You put the hot cups next to it.

“Is it from your folks?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the paper.

“Yes. The only one I got from them in months,” you stated, the torn edges of the letter indicating how many times you had read it over and over again.

“What are they saying?”

You wanted to talk about anything else but this. “They’re fine. They left our home, gone to the West. My father won’t tell me where.” He is afraid I'll come, you wanted to say.

Tom was about to answer but you cut him, eager to change the subject. You were already observing him, looking for any signs of his trials on his skin.

“Are you okay? I heard the Exeter was…”

“I got lucky. I got out of there with a bloody headache and a sore back. T'was much worse for the other lads.”

“I’m sorry…” you said, watching how Tom’s eyes had become darker, filled with bad memories. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah, me and Vera are two lucky birds, literally.”

You frowned. “Vera?”

“A canary. I would have brought her to you but I think dad had taken a liking to her,” he joked, and his smile had an effect on you that you didn't expect. It was the first time you saw his smile in months outside of your dreams, and you were glad to see that despite what he had been through, it didn’t change this side of him, his smug attitude, his light. The side that made your heart flutter.

You chuckle a bit, imagining Douglas playing with a bird, but you were soon lost in the study of his features, as if trying to imprint them properly into your mind this time. 

He was staring back at you like he was doing the same, and you grew uneasy under his gaze. He had not touched his cup of tea, and was no longer smiling, and you realised that neither of you had talked for a solid minute. 

You cleared your throat. “So um… Are you going back?” you asked, clutching onto your hot mug to keep your fingers from nervously drumming the ceramic, its warmth mirroring the temperature of your cheeks.

Tom looked away in exasperation, a glare of disappointment in his eyes, “I just might. But I don’t want to. I don’t want to go back, I’m done.”

“You’re deserting?”

He didn’t answer, rather picking up a cigarette from his pocket and lightening up between his lips. He took a moment to draw the first puff before biting his lips and rubbing his eyes. He looked tired.

“Good,” you continued, watching the muscle of his hands tense. “I don’t want you to go back either.”

His gaze shot up at you as you grabbed your cup to take another sip. His eyes softened for a moment. “Well it’s apparently not that simple, me dad won’t even help me with his pacifist group. He won’t help his own son.”

“Tom, I was with him when you and Lois were gone. I saw how he was. He doesn’t want you to go back, believe me,” you stated, thinking back at the smashed radio in the kitchen.

“Then he isn’t showing it.”

He angrily took a puff out of his cigarette, and you almost reached for his hand resting on his lap to make him understand that you told the truth, but you stopped yourself. You had no idea where you and Tom were at.

“Tom, I think we need to... talk,” you said shakily, glancing at him through your eyelashes, the decision you took two days ago looming over your head and dreading the moment you would share it with Tom. 

“Don’t bother Y/N,” he said, taking his last puff of smoke. “I know, and it’s fine, I understand.”

You didn’t. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you’re seeing someone. Lois told me.”

He put up a brave face but you could see the bitterness behind his eyes, and how he bit the inside of his mouth in hidden irritation..

“Oh… you mean Adam? It wasn’t… I mean,” you stammered, trying to find your words, “We went out a couple of times but that’s it. I don’t even know why I talked to Lois about it, it was months ago.”

You saw how his expression shifted and how his eyes widened a little. Maybe it hasn’t been a whim at all.

“Really?” he said, his blue eyes suddenly brighter. “So you’re not seeing anyone?”

You bit your lips, you could feel your cheek burn under his inquisitive gaze. “No I don’t, but Tom I-”

“No wait. Let me talk first,” he interrupted, and you closed your mouth, bracing yourself for his next words.

“I know I appear as an insensitive bloke sometimes, that I don’t really care and that I will always go for trouble, because it is what I do. But I care, and… when that bloody boat I was on got hit, when the lads were lying dead, I just…”

He visibly swallowed and you waited expectantly. You were sure his shoulders were broader, and you cursed yourself to notice that in that particular moment. 

“I just thought that kissing you has been the best decision I’ve made in a long time,” he blurted out and you felt your heart beat faster. “I wasn’t even sure I would make it, but during that moment, all that I could think about was that if I died, I would have tried at least. With you I mean. I know you don’t feel the same but what I’m trying to say is-”

The end of his sentence was stopped by your mouth on his, words dying on his tongue as you took hold of his shoulders tightly and felt his fingers timidly tangle in your hair. It was long and sweet, and everything you could ask for.

When you pulled apart, breath shortened, he still had his eyes closed when he whispered after a beat, enjoying his fingers tracing down the back of your neck. “Y/N… Can you do that again?”

You looked down at his lips as he slightly opened his eyes. “I…” you stammered, very tempted, but you weren’t processing anything other than his touch on your skin, how you longed for more but did not want to cross that bridge. But it seems that your common sense was not in charge any more.

“Christ, you look beautiful,” Tom said, looking at your flushed cheeks and reddened lips, searching for your words and he kissed you again, unable to wait a moment longer.

You melted in his embrace as he now cupped your jaw and kissed you fervently, his tongue doing God’s work. It was exhilarating, and you soon felt your whole body tense up.

“Y/N…” he called again, his husky voice vibrating against your cheek as he traced his thumb over your chin.

“Yes?” you whispered back.

“I’ve been on a boat filled with only men for the last six months, stuck with my thoughts, miles away from you, and now you somehow managed to straddle me in the last ten seconds,” he pointed out, and you instantly realised that you had climbed on him during your kiss, making you hyper aware if your two bodies flushed against each other. You felt his hands trail down to your waist. “I have very little restraint and it feels like you're testing me right now.”

When his hands settled on your hips, it made you sink ever more unto him and you briefly felt his growing hardness between your legs, making you gasp. He on the other hand, groaned.

“I didn’t know you had any restraint at all,” you teased, trying to control your own arousal that was dangerously spiralling, still not sure if you should cross that line with him.

“I can’t believe you're saying that while you're on my lap,” he groaned, his nose brushing your skin as he talked inside of your neck while you tried your hardest not to move. But the way he made your chest heave did not help and he felt it, how much you were already mellow for him.

“Tom, we should…” you breathed out but he began tracing his tongue on your neck slowly, making you hold on to his shoulders more strongly and you could now clearly feel him below you, meeting your own heat. You closed your eyes in pleasure.

“Y/N, please I need you,” he pleaded, mouth grazing just over your collarbone before looking up at you. The way his pretty eyes glowed had your last semblance of resistance snap.

“Me too.”

And you kissed him again, sinking down on him completely and making both of you groan in pleasure, what you had meant to tell him flying out of the window. He was hard already and you found yourself completely at his mercy, the way he was touching you making your whole body tense and your insides throb. He tasted so good.

Then he bucked his hips up slightly and you could not repress a moan, making him swallow it with hunger.

“Did you think of me as much as I thought of you?” he spoke, pulling you closer so that he could feel your wetness against him. "You certainly feel like it...”

You repressed the need to answer him that yes, you had dreamt of him this way, guilt looming over you all of these months for rejecting him the day before he left and not having said proper goodbyes drowning among the many thoughts of his tongue on your skin.

“Tom, the bed…” you breathed as his hands languidly roamed to your chest and his mouth nibbled your jaw.

“I don’t think I can wait that long, love.”

He toppled you over, setting you down on the couch below him as he took his shirt off in one swift movement before sinking down back to you. You sighed when you felt him part your legs so he could rest between them, his hand travelling from your thigh to your waist and then to your blouse where he eagerly unbuttoned it.

It gave you the opportunity to look at him, truly look at him. He was more muscular than when he left, and you could see remnants of light burns on his side. The way he moved over you and how his pale skin glowed in the light was enticing.

“Nothing under there... Interesting.” he noticed with a smirk as he uncovered your breasts, pulling you out of your reveries.

“I didn’t have time to properly dress,” you blushed.

It made him smirk more. “Lucky me.”

The coldness of your bare skin quickly faltered under his warm touch, and you clutched onto his shoulders and neck to meet his lips again, wrapping your legs around his hips in the process.

“Tell me you’re not going to work today,” he panted as he forced himself to pull away from your lips.

“No…” you replied, a brief anguish taking hold of you, but it was replaced by a heated feeling when he thrust his hips a little further to your form.

“Good. I’m not letting you go this time.”

As his mouth lashed on yours, you managed to straighten up on the couch a little so that you could finally get completely rid of your layers. Tom pulled away slightly as you did the same with lust in his eyes as he observed you, barely keeping his hands to himself. When you were entirely bare before him, he sunk into you again to kiss you, not wasting a second, and you felt his fingers dangerously lower to the spot between your thighs, coming to play with your embarrassing wetness.

“I thought you could not wait,” you moaned under him biting your lips to prevent another gasp from escaping your mouth, inches away from his as you shamefully longed for the bulge in his pants.

“You want me to stop, chérie?” he asked, tongue playful as he stroked a particularly sensitive spot on you, making you arch your back, the nickname he gave you not helping the heat in your belly.

“… No!” you managed, holding him for dear life. “It’s just, you don’t have to…”

“I want to, Y/N. Hell, I want to do so many things to you.”

His tongue traced your skin again but he stopped to look at you, finding you exquisite as you panted under him, desperately trying to control yourself. But it was no use, his thumb was now the only digit over your bud as he now slid two others inside you, turning your whole body aflame. His gaze was intense on your face, observing each of your reactions to his touch as he searched for that sweet spot inside of you, the one that would make you scream his name and if he kept on, you would come undone here and now. As your breath hitched in your throat, his thrusts became slower, leaving you aching for more.

“Tom, Tom I-” you didn’t know it would be that difficult to talk, you were a mess and the way his free hand was caressing the side of your face as he trailed wet kisses on your neck was torture. “I need more.”

He hummed in satisfaction and you felt his hands between your legs stop, rather stroking the inside of your thigh. You let out a shaky sigh at the loss of his touch. “Oh, do you now?” he murmured over your collarbone before meeting your eyes again. “Care to repeat my name, love?”

“Tom, quit the cocky attitude and just-” you said, voice firmer than you thought it would be and gaze burning. 

He did not lose his sly smile, his pupils so dilated with lust it almost hid the blue of his eyes. “Just what? Say it. With your words.”

You let out a muffled moan of desperation as you lower your hands onto his abdomen, feeling his muscle tense under your fingers, inches away from where you really wanted them to be.

“Take me Tom, please...” you manage, looking straight into his eyes and lowering your hands.

He instantly lets out a deep groan, music to your ears. “Fuck, you have no idea how often I dreamt of you saying that.”

But you were faster and less patient than him, your hands went to his belt and unbuckled it with eagerness, setting his erection free and you swallowed. You had seen the look of it under his pants, but you had not expected that. He noticed how you licked your lips the moment after and he could not resist the urge to taste them again, hungrily sucking your bottom one. His girth came to rest on your entrance and your body tensed up in anticipation.

“You’re alright?” he asked, sensing your slight spasm as he passed over your sensitiveness, watching your hooded eyes. You wish he hadn’t stopped kissing you.

You nodded, whimpering slightly, shifting so you could meet him properly and his lips parted in reaction, his head inches from your heat.

When he finally plunged into you you could not repress the moan that escaped your lips, and he groaned loudly, stopping his motion instantly as you felt your inside muscles clench in reaction around him. You took a moment to adjust to his size, sensing his length twitching against your walls.

“Fuck-,” he cursed against your mouth and you waited for him to settle, surprising you when he finally rolled his hips onto you, a grin of satisfaction on his lips as he saw you close your eyes in pleasure and whimper under him. His pacing was irresistible and you thought that you were literally in heaven for a second.

It felt so right. You moaned his name and he moaned yours and in those moments when you would let one of yours hands rest against his cheeks as he kissed you passionately, he would come to take it, interlacing his fingers with yours as he kept his pace inside of you and trying your best to meet the rocking of his hips against your core. The way he did not let go of your lips as he did so left you a whimpering mess, every single one of your sounds swallowed by him as his own were breathed out on your skin the rare moments he pulled apart for air. When the tension of your body became too overwhelming for you to handle and you had to leave his cheek in order to squeeze the side of the couch, his hand went to your breasts, palming and stroking it softly before playing with your hardened nipples. You repressed a deep moan at the painful pleasure.

“Let it all out, Y/N. I want to hear everything you feel, every one of those sweet sounds you make for me. I want you to give me everything.”

His voice was too much to handle, his words making your whole body shiver as you indulged him, moaning loudly when he pounded into you in one particularly hard motion, eliciting a low grunt from him as well. His head went to bury itself into your neck, and you dug your fingers into his hair. You were so close.

“Oh my god, Tom please-” you pleaded, not really knowing what you were saying any more, because only him existed. “I-”

His thrusts became sloppy, more frantic and the next moment you were pushed over the edge, convulsing, crying out his name as you felt your body go limp. You felt him come right after you, his teeth lightly digging into your flesh near the pulse point of your neck and making you see stars.

You took a moment to enjoy the feeling before softly pulling his hair in order to raise his head and drag him into a lazy and wet kiss again, capturing his jaw between your hands. He responded so well, not even taking care in sliding out of you, the slightest movements of your hips making him twitch inside of you and Tom hiss against your lips.

“Yes, I did. I did think of you Tom,” you finally replied, his question appearing to be so far away in time now.

His lusty eyes went soft for a moment, and you stroked the side of his jaw with your fingers. You were the first one to move, granting him space to slide out of you and lay down next to you, his sweaty body coming to rest against you. He brushed your hair off of your face. “What did you want to tell me? Before?”

You escaped his gaze, immediately uncomfortable. He took hold of your chin gently, making you look back at him, his brows slightly knitted in worry.

“Hey,” he tried, his voice as soft as his touch. “What is it? Tell me.”

“It’s not important right now,” you whispered.

It was indeed the worst of times to bring up the subject, because for now you only wanted to enjoy the feeling of Tom’s arms around your naked body, making you feel safe. 

He let a moment pass, watching how your fingers traced the skin of his chest. “Are you gonna tell me to fuck off again?” he asked and you could feel the anguish in his voice, the one he hid behind his smugness.

It was too much for you, the ill feeling in your guts coming back, so you lifted yourself up in a sitting position, grabbing your blouse to cover your body. Tom rose beside you at once, his broad hand on your back, preventing you from shuddering.

“No, it’s not like that… Tom, I like you. I really do,” you admitted, feeling his eyes watching you. “I am sorry I took so long to realise it, but now I feel it’s too late. That we, I wasted that opportunity. All of that because we have choices to make, choices that go beyond our desires.”

“What are you talking about?” he said, looking confused. “It’s not too late and you didn’t waste anything Y/N. I made my choices and I chose you, don’t push me away for that.”

“I know Tom, I know all that, but this is what scares me. What if it’s out of our hands? You might leave again, get seriously hurt this time and I won’t be able to handle it if we keep this on, I know I couldn't.”

“Then I won’t go. Or if I do, I’ll do whatever is necessary to come back, I promise,” he assured, turning himself to you fully and forcing you to meet your now watery eyes with his blue ones. “You won’t get rid of me that easily, Y/N.”

There was the ghost of a smile on his lips, but then he noticed the way your eyes showed guilt, and the sorry way you looked at him. You could only witness silently as he slowly came to realise what you had dreaded to tell him. “Tom…”

“… you’re not staying, are ya?” he deadpanned, eyes wide, “That’s what you mean. That you won’t be there.”

You bit your bottom lips, giving him a sorry look as you shook your head. He let out a long sigh, taking his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. That blissful moment you shared had not lasted long.

“I have to go,” you tried to explain. “I can’t stay here while I worry sick about my family. When I’m not even sure I still have one. Not knowing is killing me, like it did when you were away.”

“You’re not at work because you quitted,” he continued, speaking between his hands as he put the pieces together. “Because you already made up your mind.”

You watched him, heart clenching as you braced yourself. “I leave in three days.”

Your words made him stand up from his seat abruptly, grab his pants and shirt and started to aggressively dress himself. You watched him, helpless at his obvious irritation.

“You’re kidding me, right?” he asked, pacing, disbelief in his voice. “You’re telling me that you’re going back to France, where people die every day, Y/N, where you could die?” his tone was now clearly pissed, and you found the anxious feeling that had accompanied you all of these months come back in waves. “You don’t even know where they are, where you’re going!”

“I’ll … Figure it out. I have to,” you replied, desperation in your eyes. “Tom, you have to understand, they are running and I can’t even help them from here. I had one letter from them in months. One.”

“Don’t go Y/N,” he stated, coming back to you on the couch staring at you, imploring. “You’re safer here, believe me when I tell you that your family wouldn’t want you to go to them. You have no idea how it’s like.”

“Neither do you, Tom,” you spoke slightly louder. “I know you’ve seen death, but at least you know where your family is. I don’t and the more I wait, the more I am likely to become alone in the world, shut out completely from them,” you said, tears finally filling your eyes.

“You won’t be alone. You’re not alone, even now. You have me, you bloody have me Y/N. Going is a shitty idea, you just, can’t run into this like that. I won’t let you.”

“You’re doing it Tom, you’re running into conflict, in the first row at that, because you have no choice. I don’t even know when I’ll see you again once you’re gone. Everything got worse. The whole world seems on fire.”

“Then don’t leave!” he shouted, taking your head in his hands. “I will come back, I promise. Just, stay here, stay safe, away from those fascists. Christ Y/N, this is stupid, even for you.”

You brushed the insult away, knowing anger was the cause of it, his desire to protect you. “You would do the same Tom. You would do anything for the one you love, I know you would. You must understand that I need to do the same. I need to be with them. To try at least.”

Silence grew thicker between you, a tear finally trailing down your cheek, and Tom wanted to wipe it away, but his movements were frozen, the idea of you leaving causing an icy feeling in his body.

Of course he would do the same, but he didn’t want you to be like him. He wanted you safe.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, a final plea. “You won’t be able to come back. You know that.”

To make it back to me.

You watched him, wishing you could only lose yourself in his eyes and never have to think about anything else. “I can’t,” you stated, voice trembling. “I just… I made up my mind. I just can’t.”

Tom’s expression fell, something passing through his eyes. He watched you for a moment, as if he was giving you a chance but you didn’t speak.

He nodded in resignation, clenched his jaw before looking away from you and stood up, grabbing his vest without a word. The next moment he was out, closing the door on the now empty room, leaving you alone with your anguish.

You told yourself that it had to be done.

But it had been the hardest thing you’d ever done.

A/N: At least the ending avoided the cold shower. Part 4

@chainsawsangel@mischiefmanaged71@depressedperson88@enchantingcupcakecollectionfan @yentroucnagol @crlttpstrn

#tom bennett #tom bennet x reader #wof #world on fire #tom bennet imagine #smut #tom bennett fanfiction #oneshot #ewan mitchell #wof gif #mygif #angst #short story #fluff #world on fire 1x04 #gone with regret

[una-guanabana]

🥀shadows and roses🥀

Okay so I finished ACOSF yesterday, and all I could do after that was lie in bed for most of the night trying to answer my own questions. As if SJM had written at the end: based on what we learned through this series what do you think happened…?

▪️Does Elain get to be with our beloved shadow singer?

▪️Does Gwyn ends up with him?

▪️Is Mor ever going to come out to her family?

▪️Will Lucien be happy and find a place to call home?

I got into this series because I saw a bunch of fan art. And I kind of spoiled the main plot for me, I knew Rhysand and Feyre were end game but I kept getting confused about Azriel, Gwyn, Lucien and Elain.

I was expecting each character to have their own chapters so we could see the development of these relationships. And I was so sure Azriel ended up with Gwyn.

And Elain with Lucien.

But nothing of it happened.

I enjoyed Nesta’s journey and how she was mated with Cassian. I adore them both.

I know now that there might be another book to this series and I’m here to pour my heart out about how I feel about the story of two of my favorite characters.

💐Elain and Azriel💐

Because I saw lots of fan art declaring Az and Gwyn were kind of endgame. But I disagree.

I’m glad it didn’t end like that.

I know they all are gonna be happy in the end. But I have my biases about it.

I proceed to enlist my reasons to believe why ✨ELRIEL✨ is the right path.

🌹 Let's face the fact that Elain has a trauma after being kidnapped and dropped into the Cauldron. Yes it did served some greater goods like the fact she DID NOT marry that ;d10t whose name I don't even remember. (Ok I do, freaking Grayson) and now the three sisters get to be together for ever. 🥹🫰🏼

But Lucien and Tamlin helped plotting this against Feyre. I still can’t see how this could have made Feyre go back together with Tam but… he was desperate.

And he knew she loved her sisters and would not allow them to be hurt.

Granted, maybe "they didn't know" what the King was capable of but GOD, Elain must be having a hard time forgiving Lucien. Not just because hauling them to the King but because all of his omissions to her sister. I always thought about our lovely Lucien as Tam’s puppet. Like they were in this toxic friendship where Lucien was agreeing to everything Tam said because he would get upset if he didn’t and Lucien was being disloyal to himself just to have Tam content.

🦇While on the other hand Azriel saved her EVERY SINGLE TIME.

😒I remember how Lucien sat there trying to reach through the bond to see if he could tell what was wrong with her and after the most uncomfortable 30 minutes he doesn’t have a clue and Azriel 😍 can tell after 30 seconds Elain is a Seer.

🌿He takes her to the garden and didn’t push her, he just keeps her company. And the fact that he remembers Feyre mentioned Elain’s love for flowers IS SO SO SWEET. 🥹

👒Feyre says they are and I quote “the only civilized ones.” Which means they are so alike. At their first meeting they both try to smooth the mood and end up relaxing around each other.

☯️They are both quiet and introverted but Az is a spymaster, he tortures people and is surrounded by shadows. He feels insecure about his past and his scars and Elain is all sunshine and flowers. Calling him BEAUTIFUL when they arrive at the townhouse, making him blush. BALANCE. They can perfectly complement each other.

🗡️Az hands Elain Truth Teller, and he had never handed it to anybody.

❤️‍🔥After 500 years of Az head over heels for Mor, Cas noticed he no longer looked at her as he used to. AFTER 500 YEARS! What could have happened? What took Az out of his monumental crush on Mor? ELAIN! The answer is ELAIN. 😫😫😫

🤩It would be refreshing if this mating bond didn’t work. My heart squeezed when Az asks Rhys about the Cauldron being wrong about it. How he tried to expose his reasons to believe it doesn’t make sense she was mated to Lucien because his two brothers were mated to the Archeron sisters. And tbh I think the same. Amren said it once, that it was not a coincidence the three sisters were there. And we also have THREE BAT BOYS. Lovely, handsome, always caring BAT BOYS. (I’m not saying Lucien is not all those things but it just makes better sense to me she goes to the other available bat boy).

🍁And it would be more interesting than seeing Lucien being unhappy about Elain's indifference. Their interactions are uncomfortable, FUN but uncomfortable.

🏔️You know what would be SO OFF THE CHARTS?! That we could get to see them trying to make it work between Lucien and Elain. And also Az and Gwyn. Go through the details of how they can make it work fine but there’s still something missing and BOOM, Elain ends up going back to Az because that’s what she truly wants. And what Az wants too.

🌠Rhys said his parents were mates but weren't right for each other.

And don’t worry, Lucien is still got a lot of options for his future love life. He will be happy. Let's just accept the fact that just because they're mates doesn't mean Elain doesn't have a choice.

I don’t owe the fan art. But girlll very accurate.😍😍😍

👒🦇🥀ELRIEL FOR EVER 🦇👒🥀

#acotar #acotar series #a court of thorns and roses #acowar #acomaf #feyre archeron #rhys acotar #elain acotar #elain archeron #elriel #azriel #elain acosf #acosf #sjm #sarah j maas #rhysand #cassian #archeron sisters #high queen feyre #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #pro elriel #acofs #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #books #sarah j mass #nyx archeron #elain x azriel #a court of silver fire

[remediesremedy]

Bonjour its the maybe French Anon again!

I saw that you write for Hannibal....Kinda new to requesting stufd but...

May I request a scenario/headcanons for Hannibal and Will where they react to their gn s/o being reckless? Like they trip easily, do random dangerous things, they worry the living devil out of Will and Hannibal and overal live life on the edge.

Seperate or poly is up to you!

Thank you for your time in advance regardless if you are gonna do this request or not.

Happy Pride btw! 🏳️‍🌈

- the maybe "french" Anon

hello maybe french anon, sorry for taking so long but you know how writing can be LMAO

i’d like to apologise for my absence, these past couple of weeks it’s like i’ve been just breathing, everything else is too taxing. but i wanted to put out some writing, im always seeing my messages and my inbox, so know that i do see you and hopefully i’ll get to you one of these days <3 much love

Hannibal

i’m thinking that they don’t mean to be reckless, they’re just simply not as aware when walking through door frames or up steps, way too focused on every other little detail apart from how they move. their legs are clunky and balance is always off at the most inconvenient of times.

while most of their injuries had not been severe, there were instances where serious medical was needed just for being reckless and not paying attention.

let’s imagine hannibal is in a therapy session, advising a patient when his phone buzzes. He only has bypassed notifications for his significant other, so instantly his hands itch to check the message. He knows you well enough you wouldn’t alert him to anything if it wasn’t serious. Begrudgingly he continues the session, hoping the text was an accident on your part. except when he checks it, he realises it was far from it.

“won’t be home tonight. i fell down the stairs, in hospital but i’m okay!!”

he tenses up immediately, not appreciating your little text of “i’m okay!!” since you were in literal hospice care. He gets to the hospital and arrives at your room, an emotion similar to horror once he sees the bandages around your head, arms and hands.

Now because this man practiced medicine, he’s fussing over you immediately, checking if the bandages are tight enough, examining your fingers that are fractured and/or broken. he can’t help the tuts that fall from his mouth as he moves to gently cradle the back of your head while pressing his lips softly to the bridge of your nose. “reckless my love, so reckless.” he sighs and places his other hand on your jaw endearingly, caressing his thumb over your bruised flesh. “what am i to do with you?”

after making sure to disinfect the seat next to your bed (yes he brought his own disinfectant), he stays the night, uncomfortably curled into a hospital chair. He falls asleep imagining the beat of your heart against his ear.

when you’re back home and on the journey to healing, Hannibal takes the time to start making his home more safe, for someone who is so reckless. he adds railing to hold onto by the stairs, he makes sure to put down a rug at the bottom of the stairs in case you fall again. He rounds the edges of tables and countertops, he gets you more durable clothes so that they take the impact more if you hurt yourself.

he makes you meals and makes you take antibiotics at the same exact times every day. He declines any patients while you are still vulnerable, you are his exception. He couldn’t care less for many people, but for you, his heart seized every time you even coughed or cried or moaned in pain. He was a sinner and you were his temple of forgiveness, he polished and worshipped you, loving every chip and dent you adorned.

he did although hope one day you would be a little less reckless.

Will Graham

this man is incredibly observant so you being reckless from clumsiness or lack of balance wouldn’t be as common. what i can see happening is that maybe you, will’s significant other is an adrenaline junkie.

for whatever reason, possibly varying from how dangerous Will’s job is or you’re a humble person and never got the chance to do stupid reckless things. it’s almost like your addicted to it, you can see why your partner began to like solving murders and piecing together crimes. It was exciting, being in possible danger yet smart enough to jump out of the water before you got bit.

i can imagine them believing Will when it came to accusing hannibal. So when their significant other ends up in a mental ward, soon to be sentenced to death, they do what they can to prove his innocence.

warnings for graphic description of injury here, i hope you’re not too surprised, it is hannibal after all. You sneaking into hannibal’s home, entirely replacing beverly in this situation, by some insane strokes of luck, you manage to find evidence. He has a secret basement, a strange fridge in the corner piled with cooled meat, your stomach sinks when you realise the amount of people he must have eaten. With a frantic heart and a mind yelling at you that this was for your partner, you trudged forward, finding something that was never meant to be found. Abigail.

now for the sake of the prompt. you don’t end up dead. Hannibal does find and catch you in the basement, his hands wrap around your throat and your vision becomes scarce until you have none at all. By the morning, the damage had been done, you are in a strange bed and Hannibal is peering at you through the doorway. You go to speak but nothing comes out, nothing apart from an airy wheeze.

“i have permanently damaged your voice box.” his voice is cool, his steely eyes bore into tears with a lack of any feeling. “if you try to communicate in any way about what you saw.” he blinked, stepping forward, “i will let Will Graham get sentenced to death, and you’ll follow along with him shortly.”

tears ran down your face freely, a never ending pour, this wasn’t what was meant to happen. not now. not ever. a lost voice and soon to be a lost husband too.

“i will save him.” His words cut through the air sharply. “And you will never tell him.”

for him. your mind yelled a dying symphony, deafening noise diminished to a whisper. you had come all this way for him. you couldn’t fail him now. you wouldn’t.

so we come to the scenario where Will gets out, he fails to hide his grief. Realising he may never hear you speak, or that it may be years until the damage could repair, it had his heart clenching. He knows, he knows without you even saying anything that it is hannibal who has done this to you. his waterline fills with tears as his calloused fingers cup your face ever so delicately, he does not even attempt to turn hannibal in, he simply coddles you, hoping for the day he can hear your voice again. And dealing with the guilt that gnaws at him, pulling him apart until he is bare.

#imagines #x reader #fluff #hannibal #lgbtq #hannibal lector #will graham #alana bloom #anons are open #anons open #hannibal nbc #fanfiction #angst #margot verger

[donotpush]

Birth Advent Calendar 22 - Day 6

Caio has always been on the fitness side of life. If there was something he took way much care of, it was his physique.

He was lucky, he was the prototype of a nice body: tall, naturally strong and always in shape despite the little effort.

So when he started gaining weight, all of sudden and apparently from nowhere, to say he was whining and huffing about it was an understatement.

It wasn't that noticeable at first; just his thighs becoming a little softer, his arms a bit more flappy instead of firm and toned, and then his abs slowly disappearing.

He wasn't even that mad about it at first, he still looked good with a few more kilograms than intended.

But then his stomach started to swell, even when he tried his hardest not to: he started a more than strict diet, worked out almost seven days a week and stopped drinking any kind of alcohol.

Still, that stubborn fat that now started to settle around his hips and stomach wasn't going away that easily.

And then the months went away, and the more he tried to get all that stubborn fat to go away, the more his body seemed to laugh at him and make it worse.

His clothes stopped fitting, and having to get new ones was the most embarrassing thing, and then the new ones stopped fitting and Caio simply lost it.

He could barely look down at his own feet without his belly getting in the way.

Sure, he maybe was eating a bit more, but not so much to make him look… almost pregnant.

His stomach, now so huge that it was barely covered by his usual shirts, rested usually naked in front of him.

At home, he was just shirtless. And when he had to go outside, he would try to wear loose shirts, big sweaters, anything that would hide the disaster his body became.

Too busy with all the dieting and all the exercise, not once did it cross his mind the night he spent with his co-worker eight months ago. A quick, raw meeting after work that had both of them too horny to care for protection.

Maybe the idea crossed his mind once or two, on this desperate journey of trying to get back in shape, but as soon as Caio thought about it, he pushed it far into the back of his mind.

He wasn't pregnant. And all that uncomfortable movement that came paired with the weight gain? Probably just some gas.

Caio lifted his leg on the couch with a groan, moving —as best as he could— to tie his shoes. Even the most simple of the task became almost impossible over the months with that unwanted belly.

Then the other foot. Once he was ready with both feet, he zipped up the only one of his Nike jackets that still fitted comfortably and made his way to the door.

He was stopped by one of those back pains that had been bothering him for the past few days.

"Fuck…" Caio groaned, his hand moving to massage his back when the cramp didn't go away.

He didn't feel like running today, in fact, he felt awful today.

His whole body ached, his feet were killing him and then there were the cramps and the back pain that had been bothering him so much these days.

But if there was something else Caio didn't lose in these months was his discipline. He wasn't one for skipping his days of workout, and he was gonna run today.

***

The run started to feel like a bad decision when his aching back and upset stomach had him bending over himself, stopping every few steps to catch his breath.

He felt like he was going to puke his guts any moment now.

He rushed to sit down on the first bench he saw, and he was glad that there was no one around to see him like that.

One of his hands moved to caress his tight stomach, trying to ease whatever that was going inside, and his free hand moved to massage his back. Another cramp.

Taking a deep breath, Caio leaned forward, his eyes closed while he waited for the pain to pass.

After a minute, when the pain subsided, he forced himself to stand again, trying to start jogging again.

His effort lasted little because soon, the feeling of something making its way down his pelvis made him stop dead in his tracks.

Something was trying to come out of him.

Panic gripped him. Did he need a bathroom?

Well, fuck off. There was no way anything was coming out of him right now.

Taking a shaky breath, Caio forced his legs to move again, trying to go as fast as he could back to his apartment, ignoring the growing discomfort in his middle.

Every step was harder than the last one, and Caio was unable to point out what was wrong.

When he reached the last street before his apartment, his body forced himself to stop when a particularly hard cramp took over his bloated stomach.

Leaning against a lamppost, Caio breathed deeply, closing his eyes while he massaged his stomach.

The moment he was ready to start walking again, another cramp hit. Caio let out a loud whimper.

A gush of water flooded between his legs, staining his new pair of pants and his new shoes, and Caio looked down in total awe.

"The fuck…?" he panicked, trying to look down past his stomach.

He didn't have a single moment to catch his breath, because soon something was coming out of him and his own body was pushing.

"Fuck!" the man cried, feeling how his body wasn't obeying his wishes of keeping inside whatever was inside of him.

With trembling legs, Caio forced himself to keep moving. He needed to reach home somehow.

The man walked-waddled his way home with an uncomfortable and unknown weight between his legs, trying to come out.

When he barely reached the door to his building, Caio stumbled inside, letting out a loud moan as soon as he was alone.

He cursed his landlord for not fixing the elevator yet, and with a quiet whimper, Caio fought his way to the stairs.

As soon as he tried to climb one step higher than a knee, he felt a burning sensation between his legs, and his body forced him down to a squat.

"My fucking God..!"

When the need to just let go and push was so overwhelming that he couldn't even crawl, he decided to give up.

As soon as he decided to cooperate with his body, allowing the pressure between his legs to start coming out, he let out another scream as the impossibly huge weight made its way out of his hole.

With desperate hands Caio reached to pull his pants down, reaching inside his underwear to find... a head?

A fucking baby's head?

Caio screamed out again when the head kept making his way out, and he reached to pull his legs back, giving into pushing.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" he cried, his voice breaking as he kept pushing.

He didn't even know where to begin to explain how a baby was crowning between his legs, but it was happening, and fast. With another push, the head came out of him with a gush of birth fluid.

Caio had to force his legs wide apart and keep pushing.

The rest of the body took him even more effort, but soon, he found himself staring at the crying baby in front of him.

The initial shock was soon replaced by a tiny happiness. He had some calls to make to let his co-fuckbuddy-worker know that he left some extra work with Caio.

#birth kink #pregnancy #labor #pregnancy fantasy #mpreg #public birth #pregnancy denial #labor denial #birthadventcalendar22 #asadfwrites

[dadonbabysworld]

Skz Reactions: You take your engagement ring off

Author’s Note: This is one of the most difficult but interesting stories I’ve written. I hope you guys like it. I forgot to mention the inspiration behind this was from @yangfleurs and her writing. Anyways, please let me know your favorite members story :)

Genre: angst & a lil hurt/comfort

Word Count: 5,052

Warnings: Mentions of motion sickness, fear of flights/heights, forgetting to eat, cursing, not wanting to get out of bed, home sickness, jealousy, other kpop groups besides skz, degrading words, previous death, and trauma.

Chan

It was stressful to be with Chan because he doesn’t spend much time at home. You rarely see each other but he makes up for it in his own ways. Most days are spent overthinking though.

Chan spent so much time helping you gain confidence and the ability to communicate. He is proud of the steps you have made in this journey even if it is against his own judgement.

He wanted to get you out your comfort zone a bit by taking you on vacation. The issue is you didn’t feel comfortable with flights over four hours. You get too in your head on top of getting motion sickness every time you fly. Longer than four hours is torture.

“I just don’t see the big issue babe. It’s only a six hour flight. I will try to find you some medicine for your motion sickness.”

“I don’t feel comfortable doing that Channie…”

“Babe you’ll love this place though. You like tropical weather and we can go surfing and stuff. It will be fun. Just you and me.”

“Chan we can go anywhere to have fun. I just cannot do it.”

“I already paid for it babe..”

“WITHOUT TELLING ME?! Chan! Now I have to go on a trip because you paid for it. Way to guilt me into going..” You got up from your seat next to him.

“Hold on. You know I didn’t do this on purpose.” He grabs your hand, looking up into your eyes.

“What? Did you think I was just gonna have nothing to say?” You questioned. He didn’t say anything simply looking away.

“You mister communication is important and boundaries are normal thought nothing about the future?! Respect my fucking boundaries Chan.” You pull away from him and place the ring in his hand before leaving.

He sits there looking at it for a while before coming into the living room.

“I think we should just call off the wedding.” Chan suggests.

“And what makes you say that?” You ask. Of course he didn’t come out here to apologize.

“You gave the ring back… you must not want it.”

“I gave it back because you didn’t fucking respect my boundaries. It is a warning. The next time you will lose me. Chan I don’t force you to experience discomfort or face your fears, and you shouldn’t do either of those things to me. If I forced us to go skydiving, you’d be upset.”

“No I wouldn’t. I’m not a giant baby like you. I actually can do things that make me uncomfortable. It’s about growth which you obviously don’t want if you’re never willing to do anything.”

You nod slowly and lean back. You see how he really felt about the situation. He doesn’t wanna get married to you. He is easily willing to call it off and insult you as well.

Minho

It was not a smooth journey for you and Minho to finally be engaged. Several on and off situations, the contacting each other on different accounts, and all the other bullshit got you where you are today.

You were not expecting to be engaged at this age especially after being so temporary with him before. You don’t even have a relationship date anymore because y’all were not together so much.

Minho was a lover and close to you, but somehow he still manages to push you to a level of rage you shouldn’t be feeling. He was just irritated so much. Every little situation made him mad, and his anger can be a lot.

He is working on his anger, but today was just a lot for you both. Being that you both had different schedules, you split responsibilities in order of who had time to do it. You took care of the pets in most cases. Besides dinner, Minho fed them dinner instead of you.

You just had forgotten to give them breakfast. They were more vocal than normal when he arrived home. You were in the shower. Knowing he would be home around that time, you got yourself together after having a breakdown to try to make yourself presentable.

He feeds them before coming into your shared room. “Baby?” He yells into the bathroom. “Yes?”

“Did you feed the babies? They seemed really starved.”

Oh shit. After being glued to the bed all of today, you realized you truly neglected all your responsibilities for today. “No.. I forgot!” You yell back. He sighs and comes into the bathroom. “Babe! You can’t keep forgetting about them. It’s the second day in a row. I might as well feed them all at night!”

“Well do that then!”

He growled as he grabbed the make up remover from the cabinet. “What the fuck do I need you for then? Can’t even care for our cats let alone future children.”

You cut off the shower and pulled the curtain back. “That’s not the same and you know it. I will literally remember our child.” You step out the shower and grab a towel.

“How do I know that? You can’t remember my children now. They’re important to me. I’m starting to think you’re jealous of them.”

“Jealous? Of some cats? Let’s be so fucking for real Minho.” You tell him drying off. You grab your lotion from the sink.

“Yes jealous. You get jealous over anything. Also, let’s not act like you have the maternal gene. You obviously let them starve today. Like I’m pretty sure you wish I would be nicer to you like them but then you do shit like this.”

“Shit like this?”

“Yes! Be unreliable like how are we gonna build anything together when you gon forget the nail’s then act like it’s not a big issue. Be making me question if you’re wifey material.”

You just leave the bathroom after that comment. You sit your engagement ring on the dresser as you get dressed. Hopefully he gets the message that you’re irritated with him. You go into the kitchen to check on the cats and to apologize to them.

As the cats crowd around you to get pet, minho comes into the room with your ring in hand.

“So now we’re forgetting our rings?” He asks.

“I’m not motherly and not wifey material right? Are you really surprised?”

“You’re a fucking child! Stop being stupid and put the damn ring on. You really mad at the truth. You need to work on yourself.”

“You didn’t even ask why I didn’t feed them. I’m DEPRESSED Minho. You don’t even give a fuck.”

“How would I know that?!” He yells in your face.

“MAYBE IF YOU GAVE A FUCK!” You say as tears roll down your face. “I fucking hate you. You’re a selfish bitch.” You push him away as you grab your coat and leave the house slamming the door.

Changbin

Changbin constantly makes you wonder if you were good enough for him. It was your difference in personality and lifestyle that made you wonder if you guys were compatible.

You didn’t argue much though. Just lots of misunderstandings. Nothing gets too out of hand. That is why you are shocked at the lack of care he has right now.

“What do you mean we can’t live in another country? I literally have been living here for you for years Changbin. I wanna spend some time home if possible.”

“When we get married, I want to start a family. We can��t be uprooting our family like that. It’s not good for a baby or children to leave super young.”

“Then let’s wait for them to get older before coming back. We will be leaving before I get 30 years old.”

“That’s asking a lot. We are secure here.”

“And asking me to move half way across the fucking world wasn’t a lot Changbin?!”

“Don’t start cursing and yelling. Let’s try to have a conversation not an argument.”

“Now you’re gonna tell me what to do? Why would I wanna get fucking married to you? We don’t even want the same things. You’re not willing to even compromise.”

“Compromise?! You just want it to go your way! You decided to stay here. How is that my fault? Be for real y/n. You really think I’m not compromising. You aren’t even understanding what I’m trying to say because you are so caught up in what you want to say in response.”

“Since I’m so uncompromising and not understanding. Marry someone else.” You throw the ring at him and walk away. He catches it and glances at it before walking up to you. He grabs your arm and leads you out the door.

“Let me go Changbin.” You try fighting with him, but his grip is too strong. He forces you to get into the car before getting in himself and driving off.

“We are gonna talk this out or you can leave and never come back again.” He states as he watches the road. He had no doubt you would just talk. You don’t really want him to be out of your life. That is unrealistic. You love him.

“I want to see my family Changbin… I want to go home.” You are nearly crying at this point.

“I understand that. I want that for you. I just don’t think we should be having a baby and doing that. We might just have to hold back on having children and getting married.”

“I just need this for my spirit. I want to do all those things with you. I just do wanna spend at least a year home. My parents are getting older. I wanna make sure they are okay and know if they are sound enough for us to stay living so far away.”

He just nods taking in everything you said. “I love you, and I am willing to do that with you. You have to acknowledge that we could go broke. I probably won’t be able to get a job so fast especially not knowing much about the land or culture…”

“Changbinn I’m not asking you to be perfect. I know this is going to be rough, but we have each other. I will try to make this as smooth as possible for us.”

He sighs and nods. “Okay but if we’re going broke within the first few months we have to leave. Promise me.”

“I promise Binnie.”

Hyunjin

You knew Hyunjin’s emotions very well because he was very open about them. His facial expressions revealed everything anyways.

That’s how you knew he was serious about this. You never once took Hyunjin for the jealous type. He was very secure in your status with him. Maybe it was that the guy was another idol.

You had attended a private party with the boys and lots of other famous celebrities were also invited. You decided to wear a simple red dress and heels. Nothing flashy as you were always impressive even in the worst clothes.

Hyunjin stayed by your side as much as possible. However, he didn’t expect you to get in a conversation with Hongjoong as soon as he walked away.

It was a simple conversation. He came over to ask what group you were in, but you cleared up any confusion.

“Oh no. I’m not an idol. I’m here with Hyunjin. That’s my boyfriend.” You explain to him.

“Oh okay. I was just wondering because I never seen you around. I saw you with Chan earlier, so I was wondering if he was hiding his friends from me.” You laugh and shake your head.

“I am friends with Chan, but he is also like my brother. Anyways, I’m y/n nice to meet you.” You bow a little.

“I’m Hongjoong from ateez. Oh here comes your man. I got to get going.” He says walking past Hyunjin and bowing some.

“Hyunjin”

“Hongjoong” he says bowing back before walking towards you. He grabs your arm and leads you to the bathroom. He locks the door once you both are inside.

“What the hell Hyunjin?”

“What the hell to me? What the hell were you and Hongjoong talking about? And why did he leave when I was approaching?!” He questioned, getting close to your face.

“First off”, you push his face back “Get the fuck out my face. Second off, why are you being so jealous right now? We talked about being an idol. He thought I was an idol, but I’m obviously not.”

“So he was trying to talk you up when I left? Fucking-“ Your laughs cut him off. You back into the wall laughing.

“What is so fucking funny?!” He yells.

“You. Look at you all jealous over nothing. I thought you were more secure and confident than this.” You inform him.

“I thought you were more trustworthy and beautiful than this. You look so ugly right now.” He says with a face that read disgust.

"If I'm so disgusting Hyunjin, find someone else to marry then!" You spat at him throwing the ring in his face and walking out the bathroom. Some of the idols in the room seemed to stop and stare in that direction.

He was embarrassed and angry. Chan came over to him and tried to talk him down, but Hyunjin locked the door behind you as he paced inside the bathroom. Tears of anger flowed down his cheeks.

Han

You haven’t seen Han in a few days. He comes home when you are already sleep, and he leaves before you could even wake up. He has been sleeping in the guest room. He tries to be discreet, but the bed hasn’t been made the same for a few days.

He must be mad about the argument and what happened. You never expected the silent treatment from him though. Your texts and calls left on delivered. He hadn’t blocked you just ignoring you on purpose. You tried to have a friend call, but he wasn’t answering anyones calls apparently. That was what you thought until you checked in with Jeongin.

You had went to get coffee together. Jeongin loved spending time with you because you were his friend. He knew something was wrong as soon as you were in his presence. He was just waiting for you to mention anything.

“Have you seen Jisung?” You ask him sipping on your coffee.

“Yes. He was in the studio yesterday with Chan. We recorded some guide’s yesterday nothing heavy.”

“Did he say anything to you about us..? Or anything alarming?”

“He didn’t say anything besides the song. The quietest I’ve seen him in months. He normally cracks at least one joke.”

You sigh. The tears were fighting to fall. Maybe you pushed him too far by not wearing the ring anymore. It was serious at the time tough. It was the only way you thought of getting your point across.

“What happened between you two?” Jeongin asks lowly.

You slowly start to explain what happened. It was truly a regular day. You had spent time together doing errands. After seeing families together, Jisung had a lot of baby fever. This wouldn’t be an issue normally; he just would get over it quickly. This time it felt a little overwhelming.

“Babeee are you sure we can’t just have one?” He questioned as he played with your hair.

“Yess. Children are not something I want at the moment, and we agreed on it. You want to get married first anyways.”

“We’re engaged.. that is good enough. I want a mini me or you. I love babies.”

You mumble “I don’t…” He side eyes you. He kisses your neck. “Come on baby. Don’t be that way.”

You push his head away and stand up. “No Sung.” He smacks his lips before watching you. “Damn we can’t just.. yk either?”

“No and you aren’t even taking me seriously.”

“Because I don’t understand the hold up, we’re secure right now. I won’t wait forever.”

You look in his eyes for any sign he was kidding. You turn to leave, placing your ring on the dresser. “How’s this for forever?” You ask before leaving out the room.

Jeongin gasps. “Damn y’all are done forever?”

You sigh and put your face in your hands. “I didn’t mean it.. I was hoping it just stopped the conversation. Apparently, it stopped all conversations.”

“Y’all need to talk. Try to fix that. He is gonna burn himself out working so much.”

“I can try, but he literally doesn’t even come home if I’m awake. He isn’t answering my texts or calls. I don’t know Jeongin.”

“Go to the studio then. He is constantly napping in there, so he will probably be working or sleeping. Either way you have him trapped.”

You end up at the guys studio thanks to Jeongin. You watch him through the door as he works. Lots of papers are spread around the room. He has written so much lately. Han always writes lyrics down on paper. Not too keen on keeping a virtual document.

You knock on the door before coming in. He panics almost before seeing it was you. You sit next to him in a chair as he continues. There you sat for ten minutes. He doesn’t acknowledge you, look at you, or anything. You could see some of the lyrics he wrote. It was different songs. One about being angry; another about apologizing for the pressure on you.

“Hanji.. I miss you. I know work is important, but can we please talk?”

“About what? We have nothing to talk about. When I find a place of my own, I will be out of your hair. For now I’m just working to make money for myself.”

“You don’t have to find a new place Jisung. I-” he cuts you off. “I need to find a new place because apparently we’re single forever.”

“I’m sorry I took the ring off. I didn’t mean it seriously.”

“Then just don’t say it. You don’t do shit like that on a whim. It really hurts… it has been so hard to be without you. I’ve seen you, and you don’t even seem sad without me.”

“Jisung-“

“Just leave please. I have work to do. Also, I still don’t have anything more to say. We argued, but you really hurt me. You threw the ring down like it was nothing.”

“I am trying-“

“LEAVE! I don’t want to hear it. You’re stressing me out and making me anxious.. just please leave.”

You nod and grab your things to leave. You look back at him from the door once more before leaving. He didn’t once look at you. Even by accident.

Felix

Felix and the boys didn’t go out often to clubs and things. Being celebrities and having busy schedules, they rarely had the time. When it does happen though, you don’t attend. Clubs aren’t your scene.

You prefer to spend time at home with your’s and Felix’s cat. He is very happy to have you home to play and nap together. Felix thinks it’s okay that you stay home. When he catches you two cuddling sometimes because he stayed out late, he finds it endearingly cute. Two babies.

Today though Felix came home rather drunk. He stumbled through the door putting his keys on the hook before sliding off his shoes. As he is going to hang his jacket, he sees you on the couch. He is startled and grabs his chest.

“Oh fuck y/n… say something next time. I almost died.”

You squint at him. Felix has great reflexes and senses so how drunk is he? “Are you drunk?”

“Maybeee” he hums putting his jacket on the coat rack.

“Did you drive home?” Silence. If looks could kill, he would be dead from the glare you are sending him. Even with his back turned he could feel you.

“Felix!”

“I’m sorry. I needed a way home.” He quickly apologizes and approaches you. He grabs your hands.

“Felix.. don’t be drunk driving! Is the car okay?!”

“Yes I only hit like one curb on the way home…”

“Felix! You know drunk driving is bad. I can’t believe you. Ask one of the guys next time to take you home. You could have killed someone or worse died!”

“But I didn’t. I’m here and everyone is safe.”

“You are not taking this seriously… you know I don’t play about this.” You warned him time and time again about drunk driving. A drunk driver killed your best friend in high school. It happened right after school as you guys were going to get boba together.

“It’s not that serious though? Everyone is okay. Babe I’m fine. I will go get the car fixed tomorrow okay?”

You tear up and push his hands away. “It’s not fine. How could you be so reckless after what I told you? Do you not care? I can’t even think about you rn. I don’t even want to.” You take the ring off and place it on the table before going in the bathroom and locking the door.

Felix stares at the ring before tearing up. How could you take off the ring he gave you? Did he fuck up that bad? Then it hit him. He cries softly to not attract attention from you. He felt like an asshole for almost making you relive your childhood trauma.

He comes and knocks on the door. “Babe I’m sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have driven home drunk and made you worried. It is a big deal, and I’m sorry I possibly reminded you of the traumatic situation you experienced with your friend.”

You come out the bathroom after two minutes and hug him. You both had been crying. He rubs your back and kisses your head. Maybe he did care..

Seungmin

You had talked with Seungmin about your past before. Your relationship with your parents and siblings made you the way you are now. Sometimes you cut up on him. It wasn’t on purpose; it was your fight or flight kicking in.

He found it a little daunting at first because he didn’t expect it from you. He thought you were just sarcastic to be funny, but he soon came to realize you were conditioned to be that way.

You had a lot of issues you two were working with. One being deciding your love language since you were lacking a lot growing up. The two things that outweighed everything is words of affirmation and acts of service.

Seungmin didn’t understand you in that sense of wanting to do things for him. He was certainly more independent than most men you ever met let alone dated. It was nice sometimes, but you never get to show him any love.

“Min do you want breakfast?” You questioned as you were making your own food.

“No it’s fine. I will just have some yogurt and fruit.” He responded from the bathroom.

“I can prepare it for you if you’d like. I’m already in here, and I know you have a packed schedule today.” You offer wanting to be useful.

“No it’s fine. I got it. You relax. You have to work today just like I do.”

You just huff and continue making your breakfast. It felt wrong to not make him breakfast or do anything for him to help him get ready. The guilt was eating you alive even though he doesn’t see anything wrong in him caring for himself.

“Babe are you tired of me?” You ask him as he comes into the room. He shakes his head as he opens the fridge. “No not at all. Why?”

“Why can’t I ever help you in the morning? You don’t want me to iron your clothes, help style your hair, make you breakfast, clean up after you… you do everything on your own.”

“So that means I’m tired of you?” He questions as he looks at you. He had his yogurt and fruit in hand.

“Yes…? You just don’t always make me feel wanted. I don’t understand why you want me. I’m not doing any good for you.”

“I love you. I really do. I don’t need you to do those things for me. I just want you to be there for me mentally. I want a companion.”

“So I’m a pet?”

“Babe don’t start this. I love you and I’m not tired of you end of story. You don’t have to be living like you were with your mother. The weight of caring for the whole house is off your shoulders.”

“I just want to love you Seungmin…” your tears finally fall from your glossed over eyes. “I just want to feel wanted. I just can’t help but overthink this.. like how can you not want me to help you? Am I too incompetent in your opinion?”

“Why would I ask you to marry me if you are incompetent y/n?! You think of yourself so lowly and that is the problem. You shouldn’t need to care for me or have me talk your head up to feel worthy.” His words sting. How could he just invalidate your love languages.

“You know what? It’s fine. I don’t need this invalidation right now. Just eat your breakfast. I’m gonna go get ready for work.” You leave the kitchen with your food and close the door to your room.

After a while, you go in the kitchen and leave your plate in the kitchen before leaving the house for work. Seungmin sighs after hearing the door close. “No good bye huh?” He questions out loud. He goes into the room to grab his bag and phone charger. The shine of your engagement ring from the dresser is bright when the sun hits it. You left it there for him to notice.

And notice he did because you returned home to his ring next to yours. He didn’t send any texts or call once. You just nod and get in the shower. Once he returned, he did the same as you watched television in the living room.

You waited for him to get out the shower. You approached him as he got dressed. “So you didn’t wear your ring today?” You asked him. He nods and looks at you. “You started this. I’m only doing what you do.” You shake your head. “Sure.. I don’t invalidate your love language but you do it to me.”

He sighs, “you’re not gonna give this up are you? I only said the truth.”

“Okay whatever. I should just let it go because nothing ever matters to Seungmin.” You say grabbing the ring and going in the living room.

Jeongin

You stayed with Jeongin because you had fell on hard times, and he was your supportive boyfriend. Well, he was your supportive boyfriend.

It had been slightly hard on him supporting the both of you. Jeongin had expensive habits. He bought lots of clothes. As well as, he was a gift giver. His love language was gift giving for others. Also, he was barely home before so he saved lots of money on food. He ate out with the rest of skz, but you needed to eat at home.

You didn’t know he was struggling at all to make ends meet. You found out after overhearing him tell Chan. Chan was trying to be supportive and help him figure out ways to make things better. The guilt was heavy on your mind though. Jeongin didn’t seem happy anymore with you.

This must be the last straw. You feared the conversation with him. He asked you to wait up for him tonight. Normally he joins you in bed around 11 pm. You sat on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. Mind running kept you up at odd hours anyways. You haven’t gotten much sleep after finding out the news.

He walks in shortly after 10:30 pm. He sits next to you after leaving his shoes at the door. “Hey y/n.” You clear your throat before looking at him. “Hi Jeongin.”

“You’re probably wondering what I wanted to talk about. I just wanted to keep you in the loop. I don’t think I can afford to.. have you keep staying here.”

You heart dropped a little, but you were expecting this. “What am I supposed to do Jeongin? We’re supposed to be getting married. Is it not weird for us to suddenly not live together anymore?”

“You might have to start working then. It’s been months. The job market cannot be that dead.” He claims, sitting back to look at you.

“I wish it wasn’t but it truly is. I would literally have to go back to school to do anything. All the jobs that are constantly hiring I just don’t have the skills for them.” You explain to him. You felt tears forming in your eyes and your throat starts to be close slightly.

“Well maybe you need to do that. I just know I can’t do it for right now. I love you for sure, but I need something more than you’re giving me. Love isn’t paying the bills. I need you to leave.”

“Today?” You ask him as the tears ran down your cheeks.

“Preferably. I don’t wanna feel guilty and go back on my word.”

You just nod and wipe your eyes. “I don’t think I can do this Jeongin. I can’t pretend like I haven’t noticed the looks you have been giving me. You don’t love me the same, and it hurts to know you’re probably using this as an excuse to cover up your true feelings.” You explain through sobs and heavy breaths. He looks down at his hands, in a way, he confirmed your true fear.

“It’s okay though. It was good while it lasted. I will miss you, but I won’t be a dummy for you.” You get up slowly and place the engagement ring in his hand. You go into the room you both shared and packed the minimal amount of things you have. You don’t look at him before leaving.

He sits there looking at the ring for a while before placing it on the table. He goes to shower. He felt somewhat guilty, but he was glad you didn’t make a bigger deal about it. He would miss you as well.

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[j0kers-light]

Ahh yes, the first mini project is complete in my journey of “procrastinating on writing the next chapter of His Lighthouse.”

Please don’t be upset with me, I have an idea on how the next update is gonna go its just the matter of writing it. That’s the hard part!

Please accept this fluff moment with J!! 🥹

This idea popped in my head when I was exfoliating before a shower and well... I hope you enjoy the mini snack! 🖤✨

It wasn’t his proudest moment yet Joker wouldn’t spend his quiet night at home any other way. Sitting in front of his pretty girl, getting pampered really wasn’t as bad as it seemed, even if he looked absolutely ridiculous while doing so.

“So? How does it feel?” You asked. 

Joker thought about it long and hard and flickered his gaze up to you, catching a curious gleam in your bright e/c eyes, staring back at him. You arched an eyebrow, waiting for a response. 

He wrinkled his nose and sighed. “It tingles.”

“Okay…? Does it tingle because it's actively working or tingles because it's uncomfortable? I don’t want you breaking out or anything.” 

He went to scratch his face until your hand stopped the motion. “J, stop or you’ll wipe it off! You don’t want all my hard work getting ruined now do you?” You smiled and wiped your own hands off on a nearby towel. 

Joker looked handsome despite wearing a cow print spa headband with a blue bow on top. It kept his freshly washed hair away from his face as the moisturizers, toners, serums, creams, and countless other products absorbed into his face. 

He sat at your ring lit vanity to let you apply just about every product you owned to his face, all with a grumpy frown for almost an hour now. You were nearing the end (that’s the lie you’ve been telling him for the past twenty minutes) until you slapped– literally slapped– another product into the apples of his cheeks.

And that’s where he was right now. 

Letting some flowery smelling acid that he couldn’t even pronounce, eat (safely) at his skin. If it made you happy… he’d endure the odd textures being patted, slapped, and blotted on his rosy toned face. 

He secretly enjoyed being doted on but he wouldn’t admit that aloud. 

“It. Just… tingles Bunny ‘tis okay.” He mumbled. You took pity on him and kissed his bare lips with a flourish. At least he enjoyed that. 

“Alright J, but you’ll tell me if it starts to irritate you any? I want to help combat your bad skin habits, not make them worse.” Of course he took offense to that and made a face. 

“What bad habits?”

You crossed your arms and leaned back on the vanity, still standing in between his legs. Did he seriously not know the damage he did to his skin for years? 

“Joker. You leave heavy greasepaint on your face for weeks at a time for years without cleansing your pores and you think that’s not bad habits? Who would’ve thought you had freckles under that ghastly white paint?!” 

You giggled at the pout Joker unknowingly made and plopped down onto his lap. He automatically opened his arms to hold you close. “I didn’t care bout it doll, not until you, err.. educated meee on iT.”

“Exactly! I can’t believe you hid such a handsome face all these years.” You cupped the back of his head and admired his unique beauty up close.

It was a privilege only you held. Joker was truly a diamond in the rough and it still baffled you that he chose you as a partner. “This skin routine is beneficial, even if it tingles.”

Joker grunted and almost bent down to steal another kiss when the timer on your phone went off. “Oh! Time to remove the eye mask. Show me that gorgeous face, J.” 

He straightened up in his chair as you hopped off his lap to start removing the pads under his eyes. His long lashes tickled your fingers with each blink of his stunning green eyes. You waited a second to let the product dry before reaching around to grab something from the counter to complete the last step. 

“Say la.” You urged. Joker arched an eyebrow until he mirrored your lip’s motion. You blinked when you saw his sharp canines flash a bit. Hello, hello…

You finished off Joker’s routine with a swipe of a hydrating lip balm. It felt funny applying it to someone else for a change. 

You smiled once you were done and leaned back to admire your hard work. Joker’s face looked like a dewy, glazed doughnut. A grumpy doughnut, but hey you weren’t picky. 

“Annnd done! How do you feel?”

He cracked his neck after sitting for almost an hour but stared at his reflection in the mirror. Ehh not bad. 

He watched you put away the excessive amount of products back into their designated spot. He still didn’t see why you went through all this trouble every night with him. What did you get out of this? He looked the same in his opinion. 

You squealed when Joker grabbed you around the waist and attacked you with kisses. He knew the products on his face wouldn’t smear but you still laughed and told him to cut it out.

He grinned and yanked the ridiculous headband you placed on him off before lifting you up bridal style. 

“I’m more in-ter-rested in making you feel goo~ood. Why don’t we take this to the uhh bedroom Bunny?” 

You were all peals of laughter as Joker cut the bathroom lights off before he tossed you on the bed to start his favorite night time routine, pampering you. 

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[lymtw]

hehe thank u for answering my last ask, so now i wanna know how toji fell inlove with reader in the first place. since he’d probably feel like they were the same as all the other women he’s been with and stuff- like reader would initially just be like every woman who cared about him because of the walls he puts up, so i wonder how persistent reader had to be that toji didn’t get annoyed or scared enough to leave.

Maybe patience over persistence? I don’t know if he’d get bored though, especially if it’s early into their relationship he could just end up running off.

**(As a side note I like to think that when he does fully and wholly allow himself to fall inlove with reader though, they’d help him continue healing and he’d eventually calm down again like he did with megumama because he only started killing sorcerers after his solace was gone, and he still had issues with himself. Reader kinda helps pick pieces back up for him so he could continue his healing journey.)

Part one and part three to this ask

I think it's the fact that reader isn't expecting Toji to just use his body on her. She doesn't want him for just that. Toji has been with women who pretend to care, and each was the same as the last, asking him why he's so serious and if there's anything they can do to make him feel better. Anything implies sex from what he's experienced. They try to make him feel better by offering their bodies to him, and he always ends up taking the offers because even if it won't fix him, sex is sex. It feels good.

When he meets reader, she's a flirt. She's not dumb about it either. She can hold her own against Toji in a battle of sharpened tongues. Truth be told, she did sleep with him when she first met him, hence Toji strongly believing at first that she was just another disposable woman he had encountered. After sleeping with Toji, reader didn't fall asleep like the other women Toji's encountered, meaning he had to talk more in order to leave her home. She stared up at the ceiling, focused on it like it had come to life in the past five minutes that she spent just laying there. She didn't force him to stay, she didn't get clingy. She offered him an out, saying, "Oh, um... you don't have to stay. I'm probably just gonna take a quick shower and go to sleep right after." Instead of having to leave before reader woke up, he left that same night, with an 'okay' from her.

Like I mentioned in the last ask, Toji constantly saw reader after their one night stand. He was at a bar, she was at the same bar, chopping it up with some guy who obviously wanted to get in her pants. He went to a grocery store, she walked out of that same store with a cart full of groceries. I think seeing that she could afford that much really had an impact on his decision to start chatting her up again. She started feeling like she was being watched in certain places. It was kind of eery until she developed the same experience as Toji. She started seeing him everywhere, and when she crossed paths with him, she would wave politely, because there was no need to make things uncomfortable where there was no harm done. She knew it was a one night stand when she got into bed with Toji, so she wasn't gonna hold any malice or grudges towards him if she ever saw him again.

Toji took initiative and tried to kindle something between reader and him after realizing how bizarre it was seeing her so often, but not being in contact. He asked her the usual "how've you been since the last time we were together?" and "are you seeing anyone or have you just been playing the field?" This gave Toji a good amount of insight to reader's life, and would determine his chances of getting together with her. He ended up getting her phone number, and to hold her interest, he actually used it.

Toji didn't stop sleeping around until reader started questioning him and his reason for putting himself in her life again. She wasn't about to have her time wasted on something that wouldn't last because of trust issues. This pushed Toji to make things official. He buttered her up and told her that he was only into her, and for a while she struggled to believe him.

The start of a new relationship comes with learning about each others boundaries. Toji stepped right over reader's. He would stop by her place without letting her know ahead of time, he would raid reader's fridge like he lived with her, and then some.

At some point Toji informed her about his living space issues. That he didn't have a place to stay for the duration of his time in the area and that he couldn't afford to keep paying for inns every night. Reader saw this as an opportunity to strengthen her relationship with Toji, and opened her home to him. Toji moved in, promising that it would only be a few weeks, but then he got comfortable. He had a warm place to come home to every night. Reader cooked homemade meals every other day. He didn't have to go to laundromats anymore because there was a washing machine and dryer area just a couple steps away from the kitchen. He used to sleep on the couch to keep the modesty, but reader asked him to start sleeping next to her to make her feel more secure. That made him feel good.

In all this comfort, Toji realized that it's never been this way for him before. Yes, he had convinced women to let him crash at their place before, a maximum of a couple days, but they wouldn't mind him. They would leave without telling him where they were going, they would go out almost every night, leaving Toji with the unsettling feeling of being alone in an unfamiliar place.

Reader lasted longer than any one of those women did. She ignored the fact that Toji had stayed longer than a few weeks without warning, she didn't care that her laundry detergent was going a lot quicker than before, she didn't mind having to make the double the amount of food for dinner, and she never asked for compensation. For any of it. Toji never ate alone, reader sat next to him at the dinner table every time and they would discuss how their days went. She wouldn't limit how much he could eat, even if it meant she would have no leftovers and would have to make dinner again the next day.

In a way, reader was lifting the world off his shoulders. He felt cherished to the word's greatest extent. He stopped going out to bet on horse races so often. He wasn't ready to drop the weapons, yet, but he was trying. He started asking reader questions about herself, digging deeper into the backstory of the woman who was practically nurturing him, gaining a superficial understanding of all her habits and her methods.

Toji developing his love for reader stemmed from his concern for how she could let all of his negative attribute slide. There were some really difficult traits to him, such as his lack of censoring himself in situations that called for it, his innability to communicate properly, his rashness, his lack of patience— the list went on. This clearly wasn't enough to scare reader away, because she was stable and patient enough for both of them. One of the most trying things was when Toji used to walk away mid conversation. Reader constantly expressed how it wasn't okay, how things couldn't be solved if they weren't talked about. It was hard for him to stay when you were revealing so many of his truths to him. He didn't want to hear it, so you spoke to him in words that were easier to bear, successfully shedding light on things he needed to improve.

Toji went from using reader's body for his sole pleasure to exploring the things that made her feel good too. He quickly learned her body, testing the reactions she had to his touch in different areas, and used what he learned to enhance her pleasure the next time, and then he would learn more and use that information for the time after that. He learned to respect reader's body, leaning into worshipping it at times. He stopped being so rough all the time, sometimes opting for appreciating how soft and fragile she really was. He spent more time kissing reader, rather than just immediately turning her into a rag doll. Nights became more intimate because of it.

Like I mentioned in the last ask, Toji finally opens up to reader after a night of intimacy. She's had questions about his backstory since she first laid eyes on him, but when she first met him he seemed guarded and he turned out to be incredibly guarded. Toji was obviously hesitant to talk about his past. He hadn't stuck around many women for long enough to reveal his upbringing and the events that led him to where he was. Reader pushed and pushed though, wanting to know more about this man who crashed into her life. Toji laughed and told her that it wasn't anything special, and questioned why she was so hellbent on knowing. This was hard for reader to understand. It was like a knife to the heart, because it felt like he still didn't completely trust her after all this time. It took a toll on her mood, and seeing as though he wasn't planning on saying more about it, she turned away.

Up until then, Toji had never seen reader become a shadow. There was no light where there was endless sunshine before. It was a devastating sight, considering everything she had been through with him. She stayed during times where anyone else would have bolted, so yes, seeing reader's back turned to him was devastating. Enough for him to want to make it stop.

He cracks and tells reader more about himself, and reader has an emotional breakdown after hearing a summarized version of his tragic past. She learned to control her emotions after that. If she was going to get more out of him, she could not keep breaking down in front of him like that. It would make her seem like she couldn't handle hearing him talk about his feelings. Of course he would call her a crybaby and comfort her whenever her emotions were overwhelming, but that was definitely a step closer to full honest conversations with Toji. He loved that reader felt so strongly that she was brought to tears about experiences that didn't happen to her. It was endearing and it felt good to have someone sympathize with him for the first time in too long.

Like you mentioned in the ask, reader becomes his solace. She becomes a rarity, someone he honestly and wholeheartedly loves. He does things for her without thinking twice. He drops his weapons, eventually, but if push came to shove, he would not hesitate to bloody his hands anew over someone who threatens to or puts reader in a situation where she would be unsafe.

(I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is incredibly long. I love this man with all of my heart. I hope this was enough.)

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