#and all I wanna do is go curl up under a pile of blankets and just hide

[vanderilnde]

HELLO HELLO HI!!! just read your butcher!simon and i’m. in LOVE??? maybe you could continue about reader like. keeps running into him at the Worst Times (running late going somewhere looking like shit, barely awake or crying in the elevator idk LOL) and he’s just like 🤨🤨??? OR reader tries to make small talk with him since they usually get off work at the same time but simon being simon he’s just like. hm. or grunts HE’S TRYING! BUT HE’S JUST a bit socially inept… oRRR reader bakes and had some leftovers and decides to give extras to simon and he’s like. Okay . and pretends that he’s not amused but secretly loves it SO CUTE AAGHH can’t think of anything else but penny for your thoughts? teehee LOVE YOUR WORKKK

ARGHHHH socially inept butcher!simon is so cute. i wanna build a shrinking machine and zap him with it and fossilise him in amber <3

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Dusk has eclipsed Manchester, draping a greyscale blanket over the city by the time you enter the laundry room with a hamper tucked under your arm.

That was fifteen minutes ago. And since then, you’ve been trying to get the damn washing machine to work.

It’s an old hunk of junk. Repurposed scrap metal with duct tape lining its corners and a dog-eared note hanging above it, reading, Do Not Overload! in crude writing.

You bend your thumb into the start button for the umpteenth time, but it’s fruitless. The feeble machine rumbles to life, sputtering, then has its embers killed as it fails to continue running.

You angrily huff. Your eye bags are as laden as your muscles, heavy and weighed down with the stress of everything piling up. Job hunting; the constant maintenance your neglected flat needs; the abrasive attitude of your new neighbours.

Fleetingly, you consider moving back home. But before the rumination snatches you, you snuff it out with a swift, irritable kick to the drywall next to you, your toes bending with the impact, the pain crawling up your marrow.

“Bit uncalled for, don’t you think?” Chimes from behind you, and you swirl around, coming face-to-mask with Simon. You hope he can’t see your dewy waterline.

“Don’t believe that wall ever did nothin’ to ya,” he tacks on.

The cellophane of the plastic bag he holds—which you presume carries his laundry—crinkles as he clenches his hand. He’s swathed in sweatpants and a compression shirt, slick with a wisp of sweat, and lets his curls sit freely, its tint somewhere on the threshold between rustic cocoa and gilded blonde.

Simon’s words belatedly catch up to you. You heed his attempt at a playful inflection, unsure if it was meant for you or for him, and flush when you see how expectantly, and bluntly, he’s eyeing you.

You listlessly gesture to the washing machine. “It isn’t working.”

His grunt is prefatory. Simon walks towards the machine, poises a fist over it, and brings his hand down on it in three, sparse punches.

The machine coughs out exhaust, then burgeons into a smooth run.

“Not broken,” Simon grumbles, his words barely lucid beneath his Manchester lilt, “just fucking old.”

“I see,” you mumble, “thanks.”

Simon steps back and begins unloading his own laundry. He stuffs wads of clothing, all imbued with blood and the scent of meat, into another machine.

A pinprick of gluttony tugs your stomach. To say something, anything, to keep the conversation warm.

“The mask…” you begin, “is the black mold in your flat that bad?”

Simon turns to you, his eyes deadpan. It sends icy humiliation up your spine, leaving you pettish.

The hum of the washing machine loosely offsets the thick embarrassment in the room. Loud and tinny.

Beneath the rumble, however, a small, barely-there chuckle crosses Simon’s tongue. “Ha,” he says. It’s charitable at worst and genuine at best.

“… I should go… while my clothes’re washing,” you mumble, your cheeks hot with embarrassment.”

You’re past the threshold, stepping into the corridor, when Simon calls after you.

Your lungs stutter and stop. You want him to ask for your number, ask you out to lunch some time, but when you turn around, you feel like you’re falling.

An ornamental pair of panties dangle from Simon’s forefinger. It’s lacy, gauzy, and should be lying on the floor of your flat.

You burn a searing molten as you snatch it from his hands, mortified, and sprint towards the lift.

You turned around before you could see it. A caper in Simon’s eye, the barest implication to something more than a maladroit interaction: an amused, titillating smirk beneath his mask.

#simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod mw2 #butcher!simon #simon writing #writing

[rubysunnday]

love language

summary: the few ways in which Kaz shows his love for Y/N

Opening night of the new Crow Club meant Y/N hadn't stopped all day. She'd been running around serving drinks and keeping an eye on the Makker's table all whilst making sure Jesper didn't gamble away everything Kaz had given him as a thank you for the Pekka Rollins job.

She hadn't stopped and now, four hours in to the night, she was tired. Her face hurt from smiling and she was almost certain that there were a few blisters on her feet.

As she set the drinks tray full of empty glasses down onto rhe bar, one of the newer members of the Dreg's appeared at her side, silently waiting for her to notice him.

"Yes?" Y/N asked tiredly. She couldn't remember his name.

"The boss wants you?"

"Who? Kaz."

"Yeah. He's in the corner."

Y/N followed the boy's vague waft of a hand and spotted Kaz sitting in a dark, seclude corner, his cane in his hands. She sighed but stepped away from the bar, weaving through the mass of people until she was in front of his table.

"What?"

"Nice to see you too," Kaz replied. "How's it going?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed, slightly suspicious. "Fine."

Kaz waved a hand and suddenly one of the barmaids appeared and set a drink down on the table in front of Y/N.

"For you," Kaz said. "As a thank you."

Y/N picked up the glass, ice jingling inside it. "So, Jesper gets money -"

"This is a thank you for what you've done tonight," Kaz replied. "The other thank you is currently clearing at the bank."

Y/N took a cautious sip. It was her favourite drink. Granted, it was the only thing she tended to order, but she was amazed that Kaz had actually remembered what it was.

"It's not poisoned."

"Even if it was, I'd still drink it, i'm desperate," Y/N replied, taking another, bigger sip.

Kaz nodded. "Don't overwork yourself. There are others who can do it for you."

Y/N smiled slightly. "I know."

Wylan had blown out all the candles in his lab and put his experiments to bed. Their sleeping situation wasn't ideal - at least Wylan's floor was clean and he'd had extra pillows.

Kaz had yet to go to sleep. He doubted that he would at all that night. His leg ached and his mind was racing with plan after plan.

Everyone else had, eventually, fallen asleep. Jesper had been first and was now snoring away, his face buried under the duvet. Nina hadn't been long after him, curled up in a ball, a heavy blanket on top of her, hiding most of her face. Wylan had quietly fallen asleep after Nina, propped up on a pillow, a piece of paper and a pen on his lap.

Inej had been trying not to fall asleep but had failed, her head slumped to the side, her hand on one of her knives.

Which left Y/N. Y/N had been sat up against a wall, numerous pillows underneath her, acting as a mattress. And, as Kaz looked over, she had slid down the wall and was now fast asleep, her chin resting on top of her chest.

Kaz grunted as he stood up. He limped down a step and picked up a folded blanket from the pile Wylan had produced. With a gentle shake, he unfolded it and walked over to Y/N's sleeping body. As carefully as he could, he laid it over the top of her, gently tucking the edges in around her.

Y/N shifted slightly but didn't wake. Kaz stepped back and watched her for a moment before walking back to the steps and sitting back down.

They'd all ran into the chapel without a second thought, slamming the door shut behind them in a weak attempt to keep the volcra at bay.

Y/N fell back against the door, putting her entire weight against it as thevolcra tried to break in. Tolya and Tamar came either side of her, squishing her between them, as they also put their weight against the door.

"Jesper, hon," Y/N said. "Wanna do your magic trick?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Jesper said, handing his revolvers to Wylan. He shooed at the three of them. "Move."

"Please," Y/N muttered, pushing herself off the wall and away from the door.

She walked forward, coming to a stop beside Kaz, her arm brushing the sleeve of his jacket. Wylan, who was stood in front of her, abruptly took a step back into Y/N. Y/N grabbed his arm and was about to ask what was wrong when she saw it.

Slowly forming in front of the stained glass window of Sankt Alina was one of Kirigan's nichevo'ya.

"Um, guys," Y/N called. "There's a shadow thing in here."

Then chaos unfolded. The nichevo'ya launched at them and they all scattered, falling into the pews and onto the floor to try and avoided the reach of the shadows. Wylan threw a small bomb at the advancing shadow and it dispersed into nothing, a few bright blue sparks the only sign it'd ever been there.

Y/N pulled herself up using a pew and exhaled a sigh of relief. She looked up and saw Jesper's face drop from a smile to absolute horror. Y/N turned around and saw another nichevo'ya looming behind her. It's tendrils shot out at Y/N.

Someone tackled Y/N to the side, into Nikolai, sending them both to the floor. The nichevo'ya's tendrils slammed into the pillar beside them before Nadia and Adrik dispersed it with a blast of air.

Y/N rolled over, almost lying on top of Nikolai, and saw Kaz sprawled on the ground beside her. He stood his cane up and pushed himself to his feet, quickly moving out the way as Tolya ran over to check on Nikolai.

"Where does it keep coming from?" Y/N asked. Tolya extended a hand and pulled her to her feet. Y/N groaned, wobbling slightly. Nikolai put a hand on her shoulder as he also stood. She nodded, reaching up and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

As the others began talking tactics and plans, Y/N looked over at Kaz, who was stood apart from everyone else.

"Thank you," she mouthed, putting a hand over her heart for a moment.

Kaz gave her a single nod.

"I've got a delivery here for a Y/N Orlova?"

Y/N poked her head out from under a table and then glanced over at Nina. "What've you been using my name for now?"

Nina held her hands up. "Not me."

Y/N stood up, dusting her hands down on her trousers. "What is it?" She asked the delivery man.

He shrugged. "Don't know, I just delivery it, my dude."

"Helpful," Y/N muttered, taking the parcel from the man.

She set it down on a table as Nina moved over to join her.

"It could be a bomb," she said.

Y/N gave her an unconvinced look. "It's from Johannes' Bakery. Besides, I doubt a bomb maker would go to the trouble of," she unfolded the flaps of the box, "wrapping a box in purple ribbon and writing my name on an envelope."

Nina reached in and took the envelope, pulling the flap open and then taking the card out. "Happy birthday Y/N." Nina paused and looked at her friend. "It's your birthday?"

Y/N nodded. "Ahuh."

"You didn't say anything."

"Never do."

"But we could've -"

"Nina, stop complaining and help me."

Nina put the card down and grabbed the bottom of the box, pulling it down and away from the cake box within. Y/N carefully set the cake box down on the table.

"Who's sent you a cake?" Nina asked, sliding into a chair.

Y/N undid the ribbon, pulling the bow out. "I couldn't tell you. I don't tend to advertise my birthday anymore."

Nina leant forward. "Hurry up and open it then."

With the ribbon undone, the cake box lid came off easily. Inside was a heart shaped cake covered in purple icing with pink and white sugar flowers around the edge. Happy Birthday Y/N was written on the top in white icing.

"Oh, my saints," Nina said. "It's beautiful."

Y/N carefully slid the cake out of the box and onto the table. "What did the note say?"

"Uh... happy birthday, thank you for everything, Mr R," Nina read out. She frowned. "Who's Mr R?"

"Why do you expect me to know?" Y/N muttered. "I've not a clue."

The front door to the Crow Club opened and Jesper and Wylan walked in, hand in hand.

"Who's cake is that?" Wylan asked, dropping Jesper's hand and heading over to the table.

"Y/N's," Nina replied.

Wylan looked at her. "It's your birthday?"

"Yup." Y/N nodded. "I don't tell people."

Jesper joined them and pressed a kiss to Y/N's cheek. "Happy birthday, love. The cake isn't from me."

"I suspected as much," Y/N muttered. "It's too nice."

Jesper laughed sarcastically. "Thanks."

From the doorway leading up to Kaz's office, a shadow slinked away and up the stairs. They pushed open the office door and hovered behind Kaz as he scribbled away.

"Well?" He prompted.

Inej walked forward and perched herself on the edge of his desk. "She loves it." She paused. "I think that's the sweetest -"

"That's all, Inej." Kaz picked up an envelope and handed it to her. "Take that to Johannes' Bakery. It's payment for Y/N's cake."

Inej nodded. She stood up and paused. "I still can't believe you bought -"

"Pay the bakery man, Inej, stop commenting on my private matters," Kaz drawled.

Inej rolled her eyes. "Fine."

She stepped out onto the landing and climbed down the stairs, not bothering to be silet.

"Inej!" Y/N yelled, hearing her friend come down the stairs. "You must try this cake, it is divine!"

Inej smiled to herself and tucked the envelope into her pocket. "You've got a cake?" She said, walking into the main floor and acting surprised. "Who sent you a cake?"

"Not a clue," Y/N replied. "But whoever it was, I love them." She took another bite and hummed happily. "Best cake ever."

Upstairs, Kaz leant over the balcony, evesdropping on his crows below. He smiled to himself and stepped back, retreating back to his office.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #fic #fanfic #six of crows fic #shadow and bone fic

[woso-fan13]

Whumptober 2023: 25 (Arsenal)

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

You jolt awake as thunder crashes in the distance. Your heart is racing, fear coursing through your body. Thunderstorms- the childhood fear you never outgrew. 

You’re trying to control your breathing as you hear shifting in the other bed. You freeze, holding your breath. Praying that she’ll fall back asleep. 

“You’ve gotta keep breathing, ya know?” a groggy Katie says from across the room. 

With that reminder, you release the air from your lungs. 

“There you go, you’re a natural.”

It’s dark and quiet for almost a minute before the storm makes itself known again. You gasp at the rumbling, stifling the sound in your blankets. It’s clearly not enough, as you can hear Katie sit up in her bed. She throws the covers off of herself, hurrying across the chilly room to your bed. 

“Scoot,” she insists. 

You do as she says, moving to one half of the bed. Katie climbs in the free side, crawling under the covers. 

“You don’t like storms?” she asks. 

There’s no judgment in her voice, no pity. It’s simply curiosity. 

You shake your head, the motion barely visible in the room. That is, until a flash of lightning lights up the room. You try to brace yourself for what comes next. It never comes. 

Instead, you feel soft hands covering your ears. Katie’s. 

“You know, my sister doesn’t like storms very much. She always curls up in my bed when it’s storming when I’m home. Always has, since she was really little.”

Katie smiles slightly, clearly reminiscing on the past. 

“Anyways, I taught her a trick, it helps not to be so afraid of the storm. Wanna try it?”

For the first time that night, you manage to find your voice, “‘m not scared.”

Katie wants to laugh at the fearful trembling of your voice when you say that. She manages not to. 

“Of course not. I was just thinking it might be fun.”

“If you really want to, we can,” you say timidly. 

“Alright. It’s simple really, we’re going to wait for the lightning then start counting. When we hear the thunder, we stop. However many seconds, divide that by 5, and that’s how many miles the storm is. Think you can handle that?”

You nod, the two of you waiting in the dark. When the room lights up next, Katie nudges you gently. She begins counting slowly out loud, your shaky voice joining hers. The two of you stop when the thunder’s heard. 

“What was that, 17? So the storm’s almost 3 and a half miles away. That’s way too far to hurt us.”

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly. 

“Remember what we talked about earlier, you’ve gotta keep breathing over there. C’mon, let all of the air out. Good, suck a big breath in. Easy, let it out now.”

Katie quietly coaches you through your breathing. 

“I know you’re not scared of storms, but you wanna know what else I would do with my sister?” 

You mumble a quiet agreement. 

“We’d sit in the hall or the bathroom, anywhere without windows really. Sometimes we’d bring flashlights and play board games, but we’d usually just talk.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Yeah, yeah it really was. You want to try it?”

You want to refuse. You want to tell your teammate that you’re not her little sister and that she should go back to sleep. But the thought of hiding from the storm sounds so appealing.

Katie can sense your internal debate, making the decision herself. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” she says, slipping out of bed. She grabs a pile of blankets, instructing you to grab pillows. 

The two of you take your linen stack into the hallway, making a nest. Before you can sit down, though, Katie speaks again. Even though you can’t see her face in the dark, you can hear the mischievous smile in her voice. 

“This seems like the perfect opportunity for team bonding.”

With that, she starts knocking on the doors lining the hallway. Many of your teammates were already awake, the storm making it hard to sleep. The nest spreads as more and more players drag their blankets into the hallway, plopping down. Some fall straight to sleep, others start up conversations. You stay quiet, observing. It’s not until you yawn that Katie’s reminded that it’s the middle of the night. 

“Why don’t you settle down and get some sleep?”

You shrug, not thrilled with the idea. 

“Yeah, you’ve gotta get some sleep. If you don’t at least try, I’m gonna make you go lay with mum and dad over there, and I don’t think you want that.”

As she’s talking, she gestures to where Beth and Viv have settled on the floor. The two of them are talking, keeping an eye on you. It’s obvious to them that you’ve had a rough night. 

You giggle, the sound brightening the hallway. Katie elbows you in the ribs, dramatically shushing you. This only causes your laughter to increase. 

Finally relaxed, you fall asleep not long after that. Pretty much everyone’s asleep at that point, the storm having passed. 

“You’re a good person, McCabe,” a voice whispers. 

“Thanks, pops,” Katie responds. 

“Seriously?” Viv whispers, “I’m the dad?”

“Yeah, you’re the dad and Beth’s the mum,” a small, sleepy voice chimes in. 

“I thought you were asleep, kid,” Katie says. 

You only hum softly in response, almost back to sleep already. 

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[blueparadis]

꒰ I'D NEVER LEAVE ꒱ ⋮ RIN ITOSHI → [ CONTENT & TAGS ]: fem!reader ( can be read as gn!reader) x rin itoshi, relationship talks, mention of open relationship, angst, undertones of smut, fluff, hurt and comfort. // syn. | Rin never liked the idea of piling up unfinished business, and so he chased you with no expectations. wc -1kish // back to blog navigation.

“Do that again” Rin murmured, keeping his teal irises fixated on yours. Your lips slightly parted as your hand recoiled by mere a graze against his cheeks, as if you were about to get electrocuted at the exposure of his skin but Rin was quick to grab them halfway. He put it back where it was, on his cheeks. “Do that again,” He repeated his plea as he tucked your palm back onto his cheek. “please!” he whispered this time. You pressed your lips together before caressing his cheeks, rubbing your thumb underneath his eye and then moving on to his pulp lips. His eyes are a little puffy and reddish. Had he seriously been crying?

Rin tried to keep up the eye contact with you but the sensation of your warm manicured scented fingertips upon his lips lulled him to close his eyes shut and curl into the cavity of your palm. He turned a little, kissing your palm and then looking at you through the corner of his eyes. It is snowing outside. The world is being painted in white as the dead-cold silence blankets nature, the bare branches, the flowers, the river, and the buildings while Rin's touch wraps around you, like a protective layer. His touch is ice-cold but his eyes seem to tell otherwise. 

This is wrong. This is wrong in so many ways because the last time both of you did something that none of you should. And this time it is happening again. Maybe it will escalate into something more but that still would not change the fact that what you are doing is wrong. To him and to you too. Rin grabbed your other hand pulling you close. He is impatient as always. Now his tongue is swiping inside your mouth while your lips are wrapped around his.

“I never loved you. You were a nice little fuck toy, that’s it.” Rin’s poison-laced voice echoed at the back of your head.

You winced feeling his teeth dig into your skin along the column of your neck. His hands are underneath your top, tracing the bones of your back. “We can't do this”, you exclaim pushing him away, his hot breath still lingering on your face, his arms are still under your top but it has now slewed down to your waist. His grip is intact.

 “Why not?” he asks as if he was not the one to denote first and break the rules. It was not a surprise that he would be the first one to break rules but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that he would actually end up using the safe word to take a time out from this open relationship and have a talk with you. 

Now he is on the verge of doing something that he might regret later. But that is not the worst part of all these; if he did regret then he would not blame you, he would blame himself and wallow in self-pity. It is something that will eventually come back chasing you, not now but eventually because no tide is created by the sea alone, there is always an eclipse involved.

“Because I don't wanna get hurt” You take a deep breath swallowing your tears at the pit of your stomach. 

“What makes you think I’m gonna hurt you?” Rin is now holding your hands, so tenderly, so cautiously; it is almost as if a baby bird is trying to fly for the first time.

“Because the last time,” You sniffle and bow your face down to hide your tears. “Because last time you said something awful.”  Looking at him again you exhaled thoroughly. “It hurt me.” You added.

There is a tug at the corner of his lips and as you look at him in awe it grows into a smile. “y/n, I have lied to you so many times. Small lies, like how you do when you don’t wanna go out with your friends but spend time with me instead? Saying you are under the weather?” You chuckle at his claim, tears rolling down your cheeks as a deviated outcome of suppressing it back. “I lied. I lied when I said I never loved you. Couldn’t you tell?” He adds and then you two laugh in sync because it is silly.

It is silly because Rin was not your fling, Rin was not even to fit in the sultry label of friends with benefits. He was different somehow. He would not contact you for weeks and then come to your home with snacks and drinks unannounced, talk, and unload himself to lighten himself up. And you? You did the same. There was rarely anything physical but when there was it was so intense that you saw the stars even being laid out on the kitchen counter. It felt vulnerable to be so exposed and at the same time, exhilarating too.

So, what when wrong? What made you hurt so bad and him use the safe word?

A kiss. The answer is a kiss. Because kissing is so intimate yet tempting that Rin thought it would be fun have one rule in this time bomb of open relationship, that is, to not kiss, never on the lips. 

“Can i kiss you?” Rin asks for permission this time. Last time he kissed in a room full of people. It was so scandalous and so hungry, hungry for love. 

You laugh bowing your head down and looking up saying, “You can.”

And then he kissed you. On the lips, softly grazing his on yours, tenderly sucking, fingers interlacing with yours as he pushed you down on the bed. You blink, you pant and you huff as he undressed himself hovering on top of you. There is an awful headache hammering onto your temples but it soon went away as he kissed from up the crook of your neck, to the column, then onto your cleavage, down to your navel. “That is a hell lot of kissing,” you whispered.

“It sure is,” Rin admitted before focusing on your skin again.

@orchid3a

@angelshub

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[aethersgirlfriend]

we need more fresh-out-of-the-pit aurora. i see so much newly summoned phantom and about how he's left out and confused and just wants to please his packmates and like YES absolutely but what about rory?!?!??! (under the cut because i went on a tangent)

first of all - her summon !!

phantom and aurora being bonded summon buddies means everything to me so yes they got summoned together in the same circle no i won't take criticism yes they're in love in every way possible

rory refuses to look at anyone but phantom for the first few days, no one can even get a good look at her face. the girls take her on the tour of their part of the den and all that but she looks at the ground the whole time and escapes to her room until phantom is done getting the tour and they hide together. she only wears his clothes (aka swiss' old clothes but she doesn't know that yet) for ages and they'll venture out together to get food and maybe explore their new environment a bit but apart from that you don't see them.

but then how about a bit after her summon when she gets more used to things? what about her being so tiny? in the pit it had its positives but topside? she's still getting used to everything being so big. she has no concept of fashion or hair or makeup so when she sees cumulus and her beautiful white curls she decides i want to do that! and lus ends up having to brush out all the knots she made for an hour. or how about this - she's absolutely TERRIFIED of the older ghouls. aether and omega? she is kind of used to. zeyphr? not yet. alpha? absolutely not. after only knowing of her own small multi ghoul size and her pale pink complexion her whole life in the pit, how do u expect her to react to the massive, grey skinned fire ghoul? that's a trick question, she won't deal with him. she disappears into thin air (she's half air ghoul!!!!) everytime she sees him.

but that's just the silly stuff, what about the angst???

seeing how close cirrus and cumulus are and desperately wanting to impress them, but overdoing it and embarassing herself so she doesn't talk to anyone but phantom for a week and the girls are so upset that she's back to square one?

or during that week - not being able to talk to phantom as much as she's like because aether has him practicing so much and she's still slightly intimidated by the older ghoul so she doesnt wanna annoy him by stealing away his student so she seeks out mist - the solitary ghoulette who only really hangs out by the shore occasionally - but mist wasn't even aware there was a new ghoulette so she freaks out at the sight of rory and rorys left all alone with no clue how to make friends

or her returning back to the abbey hours later when everyone was stressing about where the fuck the tiny ghoulette disappeared to and turns out she got lost in the forest trying to find flowers for the girls as an apology because she saw mountain give them bouquets and she's covered in scratches and mud and bug bites and her hair is full of leaves and sticks and she's sobbing her eyes out and phantom runs over to her and won't let anyone near her for the whole evening and snaps at anyone who comes too close

but eventually aether gets them both to calm down and the girls bring aurora into their part of the den and clean her off (with phantom there watching over her the whole time because he's not that calm yet) and tell her she doesn't have to impress them and put cream on all her bites and braid her hair and tell her how pretty she is and how they're so happy she's here and eventually swiss pulls phantom away to talk to him about not trying to murder his packmates over aurora because none of them are going to hurt her (phantom saw aurora being upset because she got lost looking for stuff for the girls and immediately thought they did it on purpose) and when he leaves the girls make a big pile of pillows and blankets and lay her down and let her get all her feelings out

and she's on her side and cirrus is at her back and cumulus at her front and sunny at her feet and they're all whispering sweet nothings to her as she cries silently at how comforting it all feels and falls asleep to lus humming a tune and wakes up and the whole pack sit down in the morning to talk it all through 💕💕💕💕

oh yes and she definitely saw cirrus eating salad one day and then mountain took her to the flower field just beyond the greenhouse and turned away for 2 seconds and she started trying to eat all the flowers because she thought that's what cirrus' salad was made out of

#aurora ghoulette #aurora ghost #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #nameless ghoulettes #ghost ghoulettes #ghoul headcanons #ghost bc #first time posting a long headcanon I'm scared

[lis-likes-fics]

Full Moon

Pairing: Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader Word Count: 2.8k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, a/b/o themes (knotting, claiming (biting), heat, mentions of ruts), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, swearing... A/N: I never knew how much I needed alpha!Eddie until I read one and suddenly became feral. Enjoy this, hopefully there will be plenty more to come! Special tag: @akiratoro420​.

Eddie held the company phone to his ear, listening to the repetitive ring through to the other end as he untangled the cord that was moments from being twisted into a knot. “Enzo’s. How can I help?”

Eddie’s lips curled into a teasing smirk at the voice on the other end, a voice he had become well-acquainted with since he began calling this line. “Your customer service voice is getting a lot better, Tony,” Eddie replied, his grin widening at the exasperated groan on the other side.

Tony’s voice flooded with false venom as he bit back, “What do you want, Munson, I’m busy.”

Eddie laughed as he shook his head, his hair bouncing in a fluffy mess he had simply run his fingers through this morning before getting out the door, rather than combing it out like a sensible person. “Calm your tits,” he said. “Just wanna talk to Y/N real quick.”

“She hasn't been in today.”

Eddie slowed, mouth closing at the answer he’d received as he thought over it. That couldn’t be right. “She hasn’t?” he wondered, tilting his head to the side as he tapped his finger on the desk.

“Nope,” Tony said with a heavy sigh. “It’s actually super weird. She usually calls in or something when she’s gonna be late or isn’t going to show at all, but no. Radio silent.”

“That’s weird.” It wasn’t like you. When you were finally able to get a job at Enzo’s, you were excited. You would never jeopardize your position there by refusing to call in. “She was fine this morning,” he mumbled that part under his breath, brows knitted together as he thought. He’d seen you this morning before he left the trailer. You were curled up on the bed, still fast asleep when he kissed your head and left for work.

“Yeah, well, we haven’t seen her.” There was a moment of silence as Tony just shrugged, shifting the phone to his other ear as he proposed a suggestion, “But, hey, everything’s weird on a full moon, right? I mean, a whole batch of sauce just disappeared today, and all the wines were rearranged. Couldn’t find shit.”

“Yeah…” Eddie wasn’t really paying attention, his mind preoccupied with you and what could be going on to make you miss work.

Tony sensed this and just rolled his eyes, “I gotta go, dude. If you want something–”

“Nah, I’m good. Seeya,” he said, hanging up the phone as he scratched the back of his neck. He let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, a few tangles stopping his movement for him to work through them. He started walking away from the phone with the shake of his head before he remembered something Tony had said, stopping in his tracks with wide eyes.

Full moon.

Oh, shit. “Oh, shit.”

~

Eddie rushed back home quicker than he’d ever done anything in his life. He had to leave a note behind with his boss to tell him that he had to leave for an emergency. Eddie fumbled with his keys as he neared the door to the trailer, nearly dropping them to his feet as he tried to capture the right one between his fingers. He ripped the door open as soon as it was unlocked, closing it behind him just as quickly.

Your scent wrapped around him in an instant, heavy and thick in its strength as he stepped into the enclosure of his home with you. Eddie made his way to your bedroom, guilt heavy in his heart as he got to the door, opening it slowly to see you.

It didn’t look like you had moved since he left—you were still curled up in the bed—but there was a noticeable difference between then and now. You’d been nesting, laying in a pile of Eddie’s clothes and blankets as you wrapped yourself in his scent. His dresser drawers were not in their places and the door to his tiny closet was wide open. He could hear the faint sounds of your whimpers and whined, your heavy breaths as you dug yourself deeper within the pile.

His heart squeezed in his chest as he stared at the lump in his bed that was your body, limp within the pile. He walked further into the room, “Hey, little omega.”

He saw you shift, lifting your body up just a little bit to turn around to see him. The smile that spread over your tired face was so beautiful, Eddie thought he would melt if he wasn’t so overcome with the smell of you drenching his mind in a potent lust. “Alpha?” you spoke, your voice small and hopeful.

He smiled back at you, kneeling by the bed and reaching a hand out to touch the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered from his touch, and you leaned into him. You were already naked, overheated as a layer of sweat covered every inch of your skin. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand.

“Fuck, you’re burning up,” he said as your searing skin pressed against his.

“Missed you,” you whined, kissing the palm of his hand as you reached out to touch him. He noticed you take in a deep breath of him, your hands balling into fists in his shirt before tugging on it to get it off.

“I missed you, too, omega,” he responded, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. I didn’t realize your heat had started today. The moon really fucked you up, didn’t it?”

You just whined in response, set on getting his shirt off of him so you could add it to your nest. It was the perfect piece, it smelled so heavily of him, your lover, your Alpha. He abided eventually, letting you take it off of him so you could stuff your face in it intently. “Want you,” you mumbled after a moment, staring up at him with dark, lust-blown eyes.

“I know. M’right here,” he kissed your forehead again. It only offered a dollop of relief, feeling his lips on your skin. But you needed more, you needed so much more. “I’m gonna help you. You want that? You want me to help you?”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, Alpha. Need you.”

He stood, straightening his stance as he towered over you. He began unbuckling his pants, his eyes never leaving yours as you watched him strip. You reached out and touched the skin of his belly, fingertips ghosting over one of his tattoos there. He preened under your touch, smiling drunkenly at you as you reached both hands out to cup his hips and bring him closer. You pressed your lips to his skin, both sides blessed with your kiss as you buried your face in his warm skin.

After a moment, he moved again. He got to his knees atop the bed, uncovering you in the items of clothing you had acquired to set somewhere else on the bed, doing his best not to ruin your nest so he could access you. He was practically straddling you now as you turned over onto your back, looking up at him now as you reached up to touch him, to feel his skin.

He bent down, his hands on either side of your head as he leaned forward to kiss your lips. You melted, sighing deeply into his mouth as you pressed yourself closer to him. One hand lifted to curl around your chin, slowly tilting your head so his lips can press to the underside of your jaw.

You whined again, still latching onto him in a desperate plea to be closer. “Hurts,” you mumbled.

“I know, omega,” he said. “I know. I’m gonna help.” His hands were all over you in no time, running along your skin like they were attached. His body was pressing into yours, offering a weight that you so craved. His kisses traveled down your body, moving quickly to satiate your needs, to take the pain away.

His hands supported your hips as he lifted your body up to bring you to his mouth. His hot tongue met your hot pussy and you mewled, breathy and high-pitched. He wrapped his lips around you, stilling your hips so he can work, greedily licking up the arousal that leaked out of you like a stream. His moans were nearly growls, low humming sounds in his chest that reverberated around both your bodies.

He loved the taste of you, sweet like honey. It was only better during your heat, stronger and endless. Your whining was not lost on him as you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging and pulling. “Alpha,” you sobbed, the pleasure wracking through you not great enough to calm the tremors of pain aching through your body. “Need more. I need you, please.”

“I know. I’m gonna take care of you,” he mumbled against your slick before licking you up just a little more, addicted to the taste of you. Another helpless whine slipped from your throat, and Eddie came back up to your lips. “S’okay,” he promised, kissing all over your damp face. “I’m right here.”

“Alpha.”

Eddie’s fingers stroked the sides of your face as he lined himself up with you, “I’m gonna make it all better, omega.” He pressed himself inside of you, sliding his cock into you, slowly at first before his impatience got the better of him.

A long sigh slipped from your lips as your eyes closed, relief beginning to swell inside of you as he filled you. You were already feeling better, the pain subsiding into something much more bearable as you latched onto him, folding your limbs around his body to keep him inside of you.

Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck as he started thrusting slowly. “Fuck, omega,” he growled into your skin. “You take me so well. Fucking made for me.”

He rocked inside of you, pace slow and measured. Your legs tightened around his waist, trying to bring him closer, deeper. More, you needed more. “Need you,” you begged, tears slipping down your cheeks, which he kissed away.

“You need more?” he guessed, already shifting to accommodate your desires as he thrust a little quicker into you. He wrapped an arm underneath you, lifting your hips up to allow himself to fuck deeper into you. You gripped his shoulders, your sobbing moans helpless in his ear.

“Poor little omega,” he said. “So desperate for her Alpha’s knot, huh?”

You arched your back into him as the head of his cock pressed against a special part inside of you. You couldn’t respond, couldn’t do much but cling to him and moan as the pleasure tore through your body like a rampaging storm. Your body buzzed as you trembled, head falling back against the pillows that smelled like your Alpha.

“Fuck, cum for me, omega,” Eddie demanded. “I want you to cum for your Alpha.”

And you did. His words shot straight to your core, throbbing and white-hot with lust as you clenched down around him. Your pussy squeezed him, sucked him deeper as you came around him with a cry that split your throat. Eddie’s breath was heavy in your ear as you came, almost drowned out by the sound of your heart thumping in your head.

You gushed around him, more slick for his cock as his thrusts picked up, spurred on by the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him. “Good,” he panted. “So good for me.”

A rough growl escaped his throat after a moment, his breath coming in short, harsh puffs as his face buried in the crook of your neck. His plump lips and hot tongue lapped along your throat, tasting your pleasure through your flesh. His nose traced along your ear, slightly extended canines sharper with the euphoric scent of your heat as he longed to claim you once more.

His thumb moved between you as he began stroking your abused clit, which had gone relatively untouched but highly stimulated with the haze setting heavy over your head. "I'm close, omega," he breathed into your ear as your legs only clasped tighter, pulled him in closer as the lust-cloud built in your mind.

Your gasps were desperate as ever as you were reduced once more to endless strings of pleas and cries. "Knot me, Alpha, please," you begged. "Fuck, please knot me."

He rutted into you a couple more times, thrusts short and rough while the sparks lit in his body. "Cum with me," he demanded, softer with the weakness of his approaching release, almost as much of a plea as your own for his knot.

You were putty in his arms as you obeyed, trembling with the whining cry bursting from your throat. You could feel his knot swelling inside of you, buried as far as he could go. Your hands held him by his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his teeth clamped around the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The euphoria blinded you like the strike of lightning, the spasms shooting through your body sharp and exhausting.

You felt so full, holding tightly to his body. The pleasure of heat was an unmatched craze of ecstasy you cherished with your dear Alpha.

As your body calmed beneath him, you could feel your clouded mind clearing of its haze. Your glossy eyes no longer murky with a burning need. You let out a long sigh, turning your gaze back to your Eddie's face as a lazy smile found your lips.

You fell limp against the sheets. Your limbs, which were so tightly fastened around him, now loose connections to his body as you laid back. You felt Eddie's lips on your skin again, kissing you everywhere he could reach, peppering your neck over the bite he'd embedded in your skin in the swell of the moment.

"Hi, Eddie," you mutter to him, the syllables hardly forming together.

"Welcome back, sweetheart." He kissed your lips, smiling proudly at you and your messy display.

He heard you whine weakly, lifting up on his elbows to see your face a little easier to figure out what the problem was. Your face was screwed up in inconvenience as he followed your gaze to a corner of your nest fallen out of place.

"I gotta fix it," you pout, brows furrowed as you reach lazily for what had fallen off the bed.

"I'll help you fix it later," he promised. "Just relax." He bent down and kissed you again before pulling you tightly to his body and turning you around, adjusting the both of you so you lay on top of him, still connected by him fully buried within you.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here. I didn't realize the moon would mess with your heat," he remorsed, his hand running through your hair as he petted you affectionately.

"S'okay," you nuzzle into his neck. "I'm glad you're here. I missed you."

He kissed your forehead. "I missed you, too." He took a breath, hands resting on the small of your back as his thumbs stroked along your bare skin. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you mumbled. "A lot better. Thank you."

He smiled proudly, "It's my pleasure."

You snorted a laugh, laying your cheek back on his chest and stroking your hand along the side of his face. Your exhaustion weighed heavy, but the creeping of your heat still lurked beneath the surface to attack you again soon. You sighed, admiring Eddie's face as he held your hand and kissed the meat of your palm.

"I should call in. They'd kill me if I just disappeared and then showed up out of nowhere," you said.

Eddie hummed, "I can do it. Tony's covering for you right now anyway."

"You sure?" you peaked up at him, stroking your finger along his bottom lip.

He puckered them, darting his tongue out to lick the tip of your finger and bring it gently between his teeth with a large grin. Your bubbly laugh sounded through the room, your eyes closed and your body shook in response to your joy. Eddie groaned lightly under you, the sound dropping into a little chuckle at the end as your laugh made you squeeze around him. He let go of your finger and rubbed his hand along your back, "Yeah, I got it."

You leaned forward, kissing his lips long and soft to savor the feel and the taste of him as it soothed you. You pulled away from his lips to look at his pretty face, moving a delicate strand of hair off his forehead to tuck behind his ear. "We've got a long heat ahead of us."

He laughed and smiled wickedly at you, "Yeah, well, my rut will start tomorrow, so buckle up."

A chuckle lit in your chest and an ember sparked in your gut at his words. "Fuck, yeah," you smiled, leaning down to kiss him once more.

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Love and Fuff

BitterSweet Trio 

(they’re all dating your honor)

The seasons were changing which means Alphonse changes out all of the plushy‘s on the bed in exchange for the seasonal ones. And this time he recruited his Boo!

So there they sat on the Bed they shared, sifting through varieties of different soft plush toys, while binging episodes of the Mandalorian. Lost in thought that is until Al sees a very familiar plush that caught his attention.

“Holy shit haven’t seen this lil guy in a long fucking time” Sugarboo plops on the bed “Haven’t seen what?-OOoOoO cute bear!” Alphonse held the bear up to get the full view of it “HEY SETH! BABE GET IN HERE AND COME SEE THIS!”

It wasn’t too long before he heard Seth walking down the hallway to the bedroom “Alphonse I swear if your tryin’ to get me to kill another spider I ain’t doing it” he walks into the bedroom and sees the what Alphonse is holding “holy shit”

Sitting inAlphonse’s hands was a very familiar plush bear. The bottom of the belly as well as its legs and paws we’re light pink with a small shine, the top half looks like it was dipped in chocolate and covered in sprinkles, with two cotton candy blue buttons for the eyes. “remember this little guy?”

Seth smiled and sat next to Al on the Bed “of course I do” Sugarboo cocked their head. Seth took the bear in his hands and smiled 

“When Al first came to the city with me he couldn’t sleep straight. It took nearly a week for him to tell me why” “guess I was too embarrassed to admit it was cause-” “You missed your plushies at home” Alphonse smiled and rubbed the back of his neck “so Seth snuck away to the cities mall when he had some free time and picked up this sweet thing and gave it to me as a little present” alphonse leaned up and kissed Seth on the cheek, causing the southern boys face to flush pink.

Sugarboo looked at the tag that was on the Bears foot “goody Bears! I used to collect these when I was little. there part of the reason why I love baking so much” Seth looks around the room at the piles and bins of plushy‘s “what were you guys doing that required all of these?” alphonse sets the bear on his lap before grabbing a handful of beanie babies and throwing them at Seth “seasonal plushy rotation!” Seth almost successfully catches them “why do you have so many of these?” Alphonse face saddens before turning into a soft smile “well…you know…my Ma used to collect um’…she always had a dozen for each season and she’d put them on the mantle  along with the other decorations” seth looks down at the small pile of beanie babies in his lap and looks back up at Alphonse “well then. hand me the bag I’ll start going through um’ you just tell me which ones to put aside”

They rearranged their seating positions, Seth on the left, Alphonse on the right, Sugarboo in the middle.

“Do you wanna put on a movie? I don’t think Seth has seen the Mandalorian yet and I don’t wanna spoil it for him” “Yea. Seth you can pick. Me and Boo are good with pretty much anything” they both look at Seth expectantly. He stares for a moment before scrambling for an answer.  “um..well shit let me think here…. now don’t pick on me for this but..Ya got any of the Muppet movies on these fancy ass streaming services you’ve got?” the corners of Sugarboo‘s mouth start to curl and Alphonse snags the remote off the nightstand “Hell Yeah we’re watching Muppets! Got a specific one ya want Babe?” “yeah um.. they got Muppet treasure Island?” With just a few presses of a button Seth’s movie wishes were granted. 

As the movie played on, the three got more comfortable, nearly abandoning the job that they started. 

Seth’s head laid on Al’s shoulder his eyes growing heavy, Alphonse’s arm was around him gently brushing his fingers through his hair which wasn’t helping him stay awake, the other arm had the little sugarcoated bear from earlier tucked close to his side, Sugarboo was cozied up on top of them nestled under the blanket with a small mountain of plushy‘s weighing on their feet.

As the movie played, and his two partners struggled to stay awake, Alphonse was basking in it 

He looks down at Seth‘s face. The face he has seen bloodied and bruised angry and sorrowful now completely peaceful. Then he looks at his Boo. a face he has seen nearly every day for five years a face he could never imagine going a day without.

And they are both here.

Two of his favorite people in this world, cuddled up in bed watching a movie they’ve all seen 1 million times.

And it’s happy, and it’s warm and it’s peaceful, and God dammit a deadly asteroid could be hurling towards earth at top speed right now, and he wouldn’t give a fuck. because this is where he wants to be 

Slowly, drifting off to sleep in a pile of love and fluff.

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Why does it feel like it’s been forever since I’ve written something for YV.

It got really cheesy at the end and I do apologize for that. this draft has been sitting here for a while so I figured I’d polish it up 

Hope you enjoyed

#sickeningly sweet #kind of cheesy #fluff #yuurivoice fic #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice sugarboo #yuurivoice #bittersweet trio #my fic #no see um writing #I may not know what I’m doing #maybe even cheesy #definitely cheesy

[thewritersaddictions]

Requests/Drabbles: (TVD) Damon Salvatore- My Girl

This girl's night had been planned for nearly two weeks now, so when the girls piled into the car to drive over to Bonnie's house it was a show to just beginning.

Caroline had brought the best smelling pastries. A new bakery had open up just a few days ago, she said it was treat for all the shit we had been going through recently.

Elena had grabbed about eight dozen movies off her rack at home. Tonight's theme was romcom, I had brought the wine. A few different bottles of wine.

The drive back to Bonnie's was filled with light chatter, and lots and lots of 2000's music blaring through the speakers. The fall weather was a nice touch as well as the leaves were crunched beneath the car's tire, and our feet.

We all giggled with excitment as we tired and were not successful in making the three butt couch a four butt couch. With Elena putting in the first romcom of the night, I was okay with pouring four large glasses of wine and ditching them out to their owners. Caroline and Elena were shoulder to shoulder as I and Bonnie sat pretty much ontop of each other.

It was nearly two more romcom's later before I was a giggly, content women dancing around with Elena in the living room. The ending of 'Pretty Women' was playing, my cheeks felt hot and warm to the touch.

"Elena I love you so much…" You said dragging her to touch our foreheads together. "Aww, I love you too." The air filled between us with the smell of white wine, and pastires. She giggled, so I giggled.

Caroline was fast asleep her cheek pressed into the side of the couch, and half the blanket covering her curled up body. Bonnie wasn't anywhere around, but the sound of clinking and clanking coming from the kitchen gave her away.

"Bonnie! Where'd you go!?" I screamed, yelled into the space between Elena and I. A murmured shh, came from Caroline's lip. "I'm in here you goofs." Bonnie asnwered. She didn't seem that drunk, or at least a little buzzed. "Come one sit back down Elena and I wanna watch 'nother movie." Your words starting to mumble together.

"No I called Damon, to come pick you up." Bonnie declares. You go to pout, but the thought of Damon makes me all warm, and shivery. "Okay." You don't argue with her anymore, rather you take a seat on the edge of the couch. "He said he'd be here in a few maybe ten minutes." Bonnie tells me you nod, and start to wait.

"Come on Elena, let's get you to bed ya." You can hear Bonnie talking to Elena and then a tiny grumble but nothing else. Footsteps that are loud at first, and then quiet as the two of them make their way up the stairs and to Bonnie's guests room.

Lights come through the blinds of the house, and it's just a moment later when there's a knock on the door. You jump up, rushing towards to the door. When you open it Damon is standing there with his hands on his hips. Staring at you. "Come on honey." Damon says as he stands there waiting for you at the door's frame.

"Okay." You say dopely with a smile on your fface. Grabbing your pruse at the front of the door, and grabbing his hand to walk down the stiars of Bonnie's front porch. Before the two of you can get very far Bonnie is calling out Damon's name. "You take care of her Damon, she's had at least four large glasses of wine. She pours a lot." Damon rolls his eyes, "Of course BonBon." Damon's voice echos through the tree, and night sky.

You cling to his side, as he walks you to the side of his car. The slick blue where you almost see your reflection through the paint. "You should have told me you were having a girls night." Damon says as he opens the passengar door for you. You grumlbe under your breath. "I did Damon, you just forgot." You whine.

Damon comes down to face level with you. Grasping onto the buckle to bolt you into the seaat for the ride back home. Your hand comes up to grab at his cheek. Trying to pull him in closer. "Whatever you're thinking of doing just don't pretty girl." Damon says. The latching of the buckle clicking, and before you know it the door is slamming shut and you watch as Damon walks around the car to the drivers door.

It's not until Damon is driving down the main street to get to the Salvatore residence that your hands get a mind of their own. They go from your lap, to tangled together, to just one of your thigh and the other traveling, in search of the meaty thighs of Damon. When you do finally manage to grab onto the meaty flesh the car swerves a bit. Making your shirek with both excitment and fear. "Missy if you don't put… move your hand." Damon demands. "But what if I don't wanna?" You say shaking your head in his direction. "Love, I know you okay. I know what your playing at and it's not happening." Damon says trying to control his voice.

"I'm not playing about anything." You can barely see Damon shake his head. You move wiggling beneath the belt, to get somewhat closer to Damon. "Please I just wanna touch you Damon!" You beg him. You can feel the heavy air that blows from his nose as he tries to push you away from him as he's driving down the road.

"NO." Damon says adamently. Pushing your wandering hands off his thighs and into your own lap. "Now be a good silent girl, and just sit there until we get home, and then you're going to bed." Damon demands. You huff, but sit there silently.

Just waiting to get home to annoy him further.

Completed on: 10/18/23

Posted on: 11/18/23

TVD-

Requests Master List // Drabble Master List // The Vampire Diaires Master List

#no use of y/n #fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #open requests #requests open #the vampire diaries blurbs #the vampire diaries #the vampire diares icons #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaires rp #the vampire diaries x reader #damon x reader #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Closer

February Filth Fest : Day Twenty-Two

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: omega verse was originally day 26 w/wooyoung but inspiration struck HORD

'i wanna feel you from the inside' -Closer, Nine Inch Nails

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)(✯◡✯)genre: smut, fantasy au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, omega verse/knotting, nesting, belly bulge, impreg, marking, size kink, san is a b00bie man, pet names (sannie & angel, babe)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

dedicated to the evil master mind who planted these seeds in my head <3

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You had been acting strange for almost a week, and your husband San took quick notice. He gave you strange looks when you took both his and your dirty clothes from the hamper and scurried away with them. He asked you what was up when you seemed to be eating more and more. He handed over his baby cousin when you cried wanting to hold them so badly.

But, being a busy military man for the pack, he didn't have a lot of time to fret over his mates strange behavior.

Similarly, you took notice of his out of place behaviors. He piled more food up for you even as you insisted you were full. He puffed up his chest when others were around, although you both knew they weren't threatening. He insisted on giving you his jacket when you left the house, worried you'd get sick from the snow (although you were already bundled up and warm).

But your brain didn't give you much time to worry, busy with something you didn't quite understand.

One cold winter night, after you had eaten and gotten ready for bed- he saw you do it again.

You snatch up his sweater he wore that day, hurrying away down the hall. He follows you, sneakily. You close the door to the spare bedroom behind you and he stands there with his ear up against it. He can't hear anything for a few moments, then he hears you crying.

"Angel? Are you okay?" He knocks on the door, and swings it open after he doesn't hear a response. You're face down on a pile of his and your clothes, blankets, pillows, and he thinks he even sees a couch cushion or two.

You cry incoherently about wanting to have a child, fisting the pile in anger, your sharp nails ripping open a pillow. "Oh- oh my god, Babe," it hits him like a ton of bricks. This is the first time you've ever been in married during mating season, and being married- you no long take your hormone blockers. "Oh, my Angel."

He slumps down at the edge of the pile, unsure of whether he should impose on your homemade nest. "Why didn't you tell me you were in heat early?"

"Huh?" You're voice is muffled by your face stuffed in his sweater. "I'm not in heat." You turn to face him, curled up in a ball, "am I?"

"You are, Babe. You're nesting... did you even realize?"

"Oh...that's explains it."

"Explains it?"

"Why I want you so bad."

He nearly pounces on you, hands at the very edge of the nest as he leans forward. He inspects it closer, smiling at the way you encircled the padding of the shirts and blankets with pillows and cushions. "You made such a cozy nest, Babe. Can I join you?"

You nod with a wide smile and open your arms for him. He slots himself in your hold and sighs contentedly, rubbing your back and smooshing his face in your chest. "So cozy, Angel. Bet our pups would love it."

It's only now you realize, "Sannie?" "Mm?"

"I think you're in heat too." You push him away and he looks up with a pout. "Look, " you rub his sore, swollen pecs, "got so big lately."

He leans into your touch, holding your hand as close to his chest as possible. He closes his eyes in bliss, and when they reopen, they're glowing a bright auburn color.

—

Both of your clothes have quickly become a new addiction to your pile, and you're all over it as you go at each other, slamming each other into position after position trying to get as close to each other as possible.

He wraps his big arms around your shoulders and flings the both of you around, pining you under him. He snarls into your neck, taking a deep breath of your heavenly scent. "Fuck, my Angel. Gonna give you so many pups."

The knot at the base of his cock slams against your sloppy hole, the very edge of it sliding into you. "Please, Sannie! Give 'em to me," you grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, "fuckin' give it to me."

He draws his hips all the way back and pins your legs out at either side of you. He pounds back into you, knot and all.

"Fuck! Fuck," you claw at his back, blunt claws scratching up his back and making his moan louder.

His head dips down to your swollen breasts, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin. "Can't wait to see these full of milk. You gonna make so much milk for our babies? So much?" You can tell he's close, whining into your tit and pawing at the one he doesn't have his mouth all over.

"Ye- S- Gonna make so much for our babies. So much... Will you have a taste too, Sannie?"

His mouth falls open over your wet nipple and laps at it slowly as he cums. "God, Babe..." He whispers, falling over your frame as gently as possible and holding your hands as he absolutely fills you.

You can't help but cum at the feeling, clenching around his knot as you see stars.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you come down, hooking them together around his built figure.

His knot keeps all of the warm seed inside of you, filling you up deliciously as it swells to make sure not a single drop escapes.

"You're going to be such a good Momma..." He licks at your breast as you pet back his sweaty hair. "Made the best nest for us. Smells so good. Smells like you... so comforting, our pups will never feel alone."

His praise at your very makeshift nest makes your heart melt. Even when you had no idea what you were doing, just following your instincts with whatever you could gather- he thought it was the best.

He leans up slowly, cock still buried deep inside you. He moans at the sight before him and grabs at your hips to steady himself.

Your hair is a mess around you: like a wrecked halo. Your lips are swollen and slick, your neck covered in his love bites near the scar where he marked you as his. And to top it all off, your tummy has an imprint from how his big dick is stuffed inside you.

You notice him eyeing your belly and look down, mouth dropping at the sight. His knot is stretching you beyond belief, and you can even see some of his shaft before it disappears into the plush of your stomach. You reach down and place a hand over it gently, experimentally.

Both of your heads drop back at the feeling. You can feel him twitch inside of you, he's so deep and close. You feel every vein pulse against your gummy walls as you rub your pelvis.

"Shit, Angel! I'm gonna cum again if you do that."

"Yeah?" You ask with a small, wavering smirk. "Want you to fill me up until we can't even see it anymore~"

And by God, he does.

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#february filth fest #choi san #san #ateez san #ateez #choi san smut #choi san smau #ateez smut #smut fic

[dio0no]

I'm sad right now and all i can think about is abby comforting me. I just finished smoking a cig while crying so IF THIS IS BAD DON'T TELL ME.

Abby fluff with a little angst

cw- reader just being sad and abby taking care of them f!reader x college!Abby

Days like these were the worst for you. The feeling of overwhelming sadness lingering inside of you. All the stress and responsibility from the week piling up on your mind finally deciding to come crushing down on you. All you could do was lay there in the dark crying.

Abby was usually there for you when you got like this, but this time she was busy studying for a very important final she had coming up. The last thing she needed was to worry about you right now. You decided to just skip class and spend the day in bed.

After a couple of hours of trying to spark up again, everything somehow got worse. The sadness getting so unbearable that you weren't even able to stay laying down without choking up on your tears. Your vision being blurry from it all. All you wanted was a hug from abby. You always found comfort in her.

It was starting to get late, you could tell by the orange sun rays illuminating slightly being ur closed curtains. You had stopped crying a while back, not having the energy to continue. You where just sitting in your bed curled up under the blankets. You had not moved off your bed not once. That was until you heard a knock at your door, deciding to ignore it cause you truly didn't have the energy to get up but also cause you weren't expecting anybody.

'ding'

you heard the notifications ring from your phone.

Abby <3

Hey i'm outside your dorm room, i finished studying earlier than planned. Where are you?

Without answering you got up and walked towards your door, not even bothering to put pants on. You didn't even think about how much of a mess you looked like until you opened the door and saw Abby's smile drop. Hair sticking to the sides of your face, messy hair and puffy red eyes. "Oh god baby what's wrong ?" she said while walking into your dorm a worried expression on her face. You tried so hard to form a sentence and tell her that you were fine, but that familiar overwhelming feeling washed over you quicker than your ability to answer. "come here baby" she said while walking up to you to lift you up and hug you. You wrapped your legs around her waist and just started sobbing into her neck. She walked towards your bed, sitting down on it and keeping you on her lap. "please princess, talk to me" she said trying to comfort you by rubbing circles on your back.

" I d-don't know what's wrong i'm j-just so tired " you weakly answered agaisnt her shoulder now just crying harder. Abby let you calm down and just cry it out for a little as she just holds you. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "it's okay baby, i've got you" "Just let it out" added with the occasional forehead kiss. After you'd calmed down a little she tried talking to you again.

"how long have you been like this ?" You were scared to answer, knowing she was gonna feel guilty. "Since this morning" you answered already knowing what she was gonna say, "baby" she answered with a soft voice. "why didn't you tell me? i would've came running here?" you finally took your head off her shoulder and looked at her. "I know, but you were studying and i didn't want to distract you with my problems" she looked at you with a pained expression on her face. "I will always make time for you princess, especially for moments like these, please next time call me" you just nodded.

"Do you wanna talk about it now or do you want me to go run us a bath and talk after" she offered trying to cheer you up. "Bath, please"

The rest of the evening went smoothly. Having Abby by your side always made you feel so much better. She took care of you for the rest of the night and decided to stay over and cuddle with you while she tried to cheer you up with silly jokes and random tickles. You guys talked, cried and laughed together. She really was everything you could dream of.

#abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou 2 abby #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #i lover her

[whumpshaped]

Chapter 4: Emergency

Silence Masterlist

trigger warnings: institutionalised/normalised pet whump, it/its used as the default for pets, environmental whump, unwanted rescue, noncon undressing (to treat potential hypothermia), collar assumed to have been taken away forever, sick whumpee, morally dubious caretaker, past trauma, corruption

Rayan didn't bring up the doctor again, or the offer for Sil to join him in his house. Instead he brought it little pieces of the much dreaded inside, sweaters, blankets, warm drinks and soup, trying to coax it further out of its shell. He spent their limited time together talking to it, asking how it was feeling, in Sil’s words, ‘pretending it was a person’. At this point, Rayan was pretty certain that its owner was just an all around horrible person. In what world were pets undeserving of a few words of comfort? Well… in Sil’s world, apparently.

It had been easy to forget how cold it was really getting while bundled up in warm coats himself, thinking maybe slow and steady was eventually going to win the race. It had been easy to forget that time was very much of the essence, and one day, he woke up to white skies and snow-covered rooftops.

Rayan didn’t immediately register the implications of that. Once again, he was cosy under the blankets, with soft pyjamas and fuzzy socks on his feet. He was still stretching and rolling this way and that when suddenly, something clicked in his head. Sil.

He had never put on clothes quicker than he did that morning. He ran outside with his coat half open, racing to the dumpster that was now all white and icy - and behind it, there it was. Poor, shivering Sil, curled up into the tightest ball of misery and borrowed sweaters. It had made itself a little nest with all the fabric Rayan had previously brought it, but it did very little to keep out the winter chill.

“Oh, Sil…” He swallowed and looked around, cursing himself for being so careless. He should’ve been looking at the weather forecast religiously. He should’ve been more stern! He should’ve just brought Sil inside when it had begun to get so cold, instead of waiting around to gain its trust so fully. No, he was stupider than that - he was trying to wait until it asked to be let inside. Sil was never going to ask. He’d thought he was giving it space, but he was doing nothing but letting it turn into a betrayal-flavoured popsicle.

He scooped up the shivering thing into his arms carefully, his heart breaking further when Sil didn’t even have the energy to push him away. It groaned quietly, murmuring something that was most likely a protest, but other than that, it seemed to cling more than it was trying to get away.

Rayan walked all the way back to his home and set it down on the couch, biting his lip as he thought back to his first-aid classes and the fact that he was going to have to undress Sil. He had tried his best to respect its boundaries, but this just wasn’t the time to agonise over that. Maybe Sil would hate his guts forever, but god, he just wanted to make sure it would be around to do that.

He carefully removed all of its wet clothes, piling them on the floor. Upon reaching the collar, he hesitated. Sil had always been fiercely protective over it. He didn’t get it - he thought its owner was a bad person, someone deserving of their pet running away from them, but seeing Sil be so adamant on keeping it on, he didn’t know anymore. He’d tried to understand, but his questions only seemed to annoy the pet.

“You wanna take it away?”

“No, that’s not-”

“So stop asking. It’s none of your business whether I keep it on.”

He grabbed a clean towel and gently patted Sil down, then left the fluffy thing on top of it while he went to fetch some dry clothes. It felt strange to have a barely conscious pet on his couch, dressed in his own sweater and pants, but he couldn’t afford to just stand there and dissect the feeling. He ran back to the bedroom for extra blankets and draped those over it as well, just to be a hundred percent sure it wasn’t going to wake up to any sort of cold. Only then did he slip out the front door to retrieve the rest of the blankets from the snow, the ones he couldn’t immediately pick up along with Sil.

He considered calling emergency services. In truth, he barely had any idea what he was doing, only relying on something he’d learned in tenth grade along with his driver’s ed course. But he knew more about first-aid than Sil’s predicament. What if he was dooming it by calling them? Because honestly, nothing about this entire thing was adding up in his head.

First of all, how did the PPA not pick up on the abuse Sil had so clearly gone through? There were annual welfare checks for all the pets in Lezune, around the entire damn country, specifically to ensure that cases like this were prevented. But even if prevention failed, the PPA were supposed to pick up on bad situations and remove the pet immediately, revoke its owner’s licence, and make it as right as they possibly could. There was a chance that someone had inflicted all of these injuries upon the poor thing in less than the span of a year, before the first check-up was due, and Rayan actually hoped that was the case.

Because the other possibility was bribery. That was his first thought on the day that he’d met Sil, and while he’d tried to be understanding and go through the information he had with a clear head, he just kept coming back to the same conclusion. A regular owner would’ve long been jailed for severe neglect and abuse, but some people just had a way with… words. He supposed the money did most of the talking.

That would also explain why Sil hadn’t gone to the authorities to be checked into a shelter. Its chip would’ve been read, and its owner would’ve likely figured out a way to get it right back to the same abusive home it had escaped from, rendering all of its efforts useless.

Sil let out a pained moan, and Rayan was immediately by its side, kneeling next to the couch and waiting for any sort of request from the pet. “Sil? Uh, try not to freak out, okay? I brought you inside because of the cold, you’re in my living room. Do you need anything? A warm drink? Soup?”

“Where’s my collar…” it mumbled.

“Right next to us. Your clothes are here too. I’m gonna wash everything for you, okay?”

“No!” its eyes snapped open fully, and it turned to Rayan with the most panicked expression he’d ever seen. “No, n-no, please, I need it, please, don’t touch my clothes… please give back my collar, please…”

“Hey, hey, calm down-”

“I need it, it’s all I have, please, give it back!” Sil tried to push itself up, immediately failing with the weight of all those blankets on top of it. Rayan gently pushed it back down onto the couch, hushing it.

“I’ll give it back. I’ll give it back right now, okay? I’ll put it right next to you, but please, don’t put it back on. It’s all wet and dirty.”

“Just give it back,” it repeated brokenly, and Rayan quickly snatched it up from the floor and laid it right next to its face. Sil seemed to calm down considerably at that, scooting over so it could press its cheek against the leather. It closed its eyes again, breathing a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry I took it without asking,” Rayan said softly as he sat back down on the floor. “I was just trying to get all the wet stuff off of you, so you wouldn’t get sick.”

“Please don’t take my clothes…” It looked at Rayan pleadingly, and he just didn’t have the heart to say no. He could’ve - he easily could’ve. Sil was defenceless and weak, it couldn’t even get up from the couch without assistance. He could’ve taken those clothes and ripped them apart right in front of it if he wanted to. He pushed all the horrible, intrusive thoughts away, almost tearing up at the fact that its previous owner might’ve done quite similar things to it.

“I won’t. I promise I won’t.”

Sil nodded in response, wincing as it tried to turn over and find a more comfortable position. Seeing that, a theory began to form in Rayan’s head as to why a runaway pet would just stay in one spot for weeks, aside from the free food. The constant walking and running it must’ve had to do was likely taking a toll on its battered body. That was probably why it had decided to put all its eggs in one Rayan-shaped basket… it didn’t have a choice anymore. Not with winter approaching.

He stayed right there until Sil drifted off, wondering how any pet could be so extremely loyal to an abusive owner. It was clearly so attached, Rayan couldn’t even imagine the emotional turmoil it must’ve caused it to run off. It must’ve been a life or death situation to push it over the edge. And for someone to take advantage of that devotion and love, that trust… He shook his head and got up, grabbing Sil’s clothes and bringing them to the closest possible radiator. Maybe they’d even fully dry by the time the pet woke up, and he could just place them back on the floor where they were without it noticing a single thing.

He tried to shake out the individual pieces as gently as he could so the sound wouldn’t wake Sil, but when he got to the pants, something fell out. Thankfully it landed on the carpet, so even though it seemed like a piece of metal, the noise was barely audible. He put the worn pair of slacks on the radiator and picked up the thing, realising with glee that it was a name tag. That was perfect! He could track who the owner was, he just had to read the-

Rayan deflated when he turned it around and saw that the engraving was too scratched up and faded to make out anything. He could see some digits of the facility number, and then a capital B… maybe that was supposed to be Sil’s name, then? It seemed too short to be its owner’s name. Plus, there was another name right under it, something that resembled his own much more closely. And lastly, maybe a phone number? He couldn’t even see the area code.

He sighed and put the trinket on top of the pants, so Sil could find it later; then he thought better of it and slipped it back into the pocket. He had the feeling Sil wouldn’t appreciate the fact that he’d tried to read it.

But didn’t it say that its owner refused to give it a name? So what was up with that pet name-looking row? Rayan walked back to the couch and sat down on the floor, pulling out his phone and looking up some of the biggest national news outlets, as well as some regional ones. Maybe someone had lost a pet recently. And maybe it was someone whose name fit perfectly into the blanks on that name tag.

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taglist: @whumpsday @whump-queen @whump-blog @alexkolax @ha-ha-one @hidden-dreamland @looptheloup @batfacedliar-yetagain @oddsconvert @pinkraindropsfell @project-xiii

#silence #whump #whump writing #pet whump #environmental whump #dehumanisation #past trauma #morally dubious caretaker #unwanted rescue #noncon undressing #overstepping of boundaries #sick whumpee #corruption mention

[iwritewhump]

Bloody clothes

day 6 of @whumptember

431 words

warnings: teenage whumpee, bloody clothes, conditioned whumpee (implied)

part one | part three | part four | part five | part six

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Hero sits next to Villain, cheek resting against his shoulder as the sun rises. She sighs and looks up at him, “Do you wanna go wake him up? I need to get back before Superhero sends a search party. I didn’t tell him I was coming here. Didn’t think it’d be the best idea, y’know?” 

Villain smiles and nods, “Just…wait here? I didn’t tell him I was calling you.” 

“Sure,” Hero smiles, “Yeah, that’s probably best.” 

Villain stands up and takes their empty mugs to the kitchen, gently setting them in the sink before walking down the hallway and knocking on the door. 

“Vigilante? Are you awake?” He pushes the door open and takes a step in the room. 

Vigilante shoots up from the bed, he pushes back to the headboard and pulls the blanket with him. Panting, he looks at Villain. 

Villain raises his hands slowly and takes another step forward, “Sorry, I…I should’ve waited for you to answer. Are you alright?” 

Vigilante scoffs but relaxes a little, the white-knuckle grip on the sheets loosening a little. “What’s going on?” 

“I called someone and she’s going to take you with her. You’ll be safer with her than I could ever imagine you being here.” Villain flips the light switch on and Vigilante winces at the brightness. “Do you wanna go meet her, or do you want her to come in here?” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t-I’m not gonna leave you. I don’t feel safe with anyone but you. Please…don’t make me go?” 

Villain sighs and sits on the foot of the bed, ignoring the pang in his heart when Vigilante pulls farther away. 

“I can’t keep you safe,” he says softly. “She’s good at doing that, she kept me safe for a long time, and I know it’s scary. But it’s what’s best. Trust me?” 

Vigilante leans his head against the headboard and takes a deep breath. He looks back at Villain and nods, “I’ll go out there. But…not right now? 

“Yeah,” Villain smiles and laughs in relief, “Of course! Take your time.” He stands up and turns to leave, but his eyes catch on something. 

A small pile of clothes are heaped in the corner of the room, blood spotting the cloth. Villain walks towards it and picks it up, “I’ll wash these for you, yeah?” 

Vigilante stares blankly at them, he shakes his head. “Just throw them out.” he closes his eyes and curls into himself. “Please.” 

Villain nods and holds everything under his arm, trying his best to hide all the dark brown stains from Vigilante. 

#whumptember #whumptember2023 #whumptember2023 day 6 #bloody clothes #teenage whumpee #vigilante whumpee #villain caretaker #escaped whumpee #whump #whump fic #whump writing #my writing #whumpee #caretaker

[crow-stars]

❝CLOSE MY EYES, SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS❞

❦summary; in the realm of dreams, anything can be real. goals, people, love, they all can come into fruition when you close your eyes.

♪the characters in this story; silver, gn!reader

✎word count; 1,041

❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, silver dreams about reader, silver just wanting to be in a relationship with reader

☛the author's notes; firm believer of silver blushing from his neck

☪look at the catalogue?

Silver has always been someone who fell asleep at the worst times. He disliked this aspect of him, falling asleep at the most inappropriate or worst of times. How he wished for some type of cure for this, but nothing he or his father did worked to help him. Silver has done much to combat his sleepiness bouts, from drinking so much caffeine that he shook as he stood or trying to pinch himself awake when he felt himself falling into recesses of sleep. 

And now, of all times, he was determined to stay awake. 

You were walking around your room and gathering snacks as Silver was sitting on your bed, excitedly talking to him about the TV you had managed to convince your dorm leader to let you bring in. You had invited him to a movie night, saying that you wanted to spend some time with the Diasomnia student. Of course, Silver accepted, after getting approval from Father and Malleus to spend the night. 

How could he not accept your offer? He adored you, cared for you, even going as far to say that he loved you. 

You grabbed the remote, placing the food in your hands next to Silver, plopping down next to him and pulling up a blanket. You wrapped it around the both of you, making sure there was an even amount of blanket shared between you two. 

“Are you excited Silver? This is going to be an awesome movie night!”

He smiles, nodding as you turn on the TV and begin to go through the movies apparently saved on there. 

“Is there anything specific you wanna watch?” You turn to Silver, pausing in your search. You smile at him and it makes Silver’s heart jump with affection. He only shakes his head, trying to ignore the heat that curled on his skin, tinting the back of his neck a gentle pink. 

“No, nothing specific. I’ll be fine with anything.” 

You laugh, your laugh so full of joy, and turn back to the screen, finally deciding on a random movie and being quick to get comfortable as the movie started playing. You leaned against the mountain of pillows you made as a backrest, eyes focused on the movie. Silver did his best to focus, back straight and only lightly gripping the warm blanket. 

The warmth of the blanket, the pillows behind him looking so soft, and you looking so serene. Oh Seven, Silver didn’t want to fall asleep, wanting to stay awake, stay awake and enjoy this moment with you. But he could already feel his eyelids getting heavy, the light warmth of the blanket seeming to spread through his whole body and consume him, trying to pull him into the lull of sleep. His eyes drooped, body swaying a bit. And then, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, tugging him back into the pillows. 

Silver grumbled lightly at this, but he didn’t resist, quickly falling under the spell of sleep. 

When his eyes open again, he finds himself in a sunlit field, a stark contrast to the inside of your room from before. Silver sits up, looking around his surroundings. And he sees you in the distance, peacefully plucking flowers from the green earth. You raise your head, bright eyes spotting Silver and grinning wide. Your hand motions for him to come over and he’s compelled to do so, slowly walking to your direction. 

“Hey Silver! Look at all these flowers I got!” You proudly show off the flowers in your arms, sitting down in the grass and motioning for Silver to sit beside you. He smiles and obeys, watching as you lay the flora onto the ground and begin to spread them out. 

You lift up multiple flowers to show to Silver, leaning against his side as you speak. Silver listens, taking some of the flowers from your little pile and putting some in your hair. You laugh gleefully at this, doing the same to him with a loving smile. 

Your fingertips brush against the tips of Silver’s hair, smiling at him with so much love that he feels like he could burst at the seams. “Your hair is so full of flowers!” You laugh again, cupping Silver’s cheeks and pulling him closer. Your lips press against the tip of his nose and Silver blushes fully, cheeks darkening red and neck tinting that pink once more. He turns his head away to preserve some form of dignity.

“I love you Silver.”

This gives Silver pause and he lets out a heavy sigh. Your words, these words, they let him know this is a dream. Pulling away from the touch, Silver lays on your lap and closes his eyes, breathing out slowly. 

Your hands slowly card through his hair, gentle in touch as you hummed a soft melody Silver had no knowledge of. It makes his eyes slip closed, enjoying this feeling, these feelings of love and affection. 

When Silver opens his eyes again, the room is dark with the only light coming from the dimmed down television and he hears that same humming, that same voice that is yours. Hands run through his hair, gentle in touch as they hum. He turns his head up, seeing you staring down at him. And you’re smiling at him, a smile almost similar to the one that you gave Silver in his dream. 

“Had a nice nap prince charming?” You chuckle softly, pulling your hands away. 

Silver rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand. He yawns a bit and you patiently wait for him to finish. “Mm. I had a nice dream.” 

You nod, running your hand through Silver's hair once more. He leans into the touch, the two of you settling into this for a few minutes. Your hand soon wanders to Silver’s cheek and it stays there. Silver leans into your touch, eyes slipping closed. But he doesn’t fall asleep, a gloved hand coming up to hold the hand on his cheek. And after that, all is silent. You huff out a laugh, thumb rubbing against the skin of Silver’s cheek. 

In that moment, Silver lets himself fall into that dreamy-like trance and for once, real life becomes like a dream.

#✎haunted books✎ #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #my writing #twisted wonderland writing #twst writing #twst silver #silver twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #silver x reader

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

half past five high - Chapter 3 (Guilt and Decisions)

pairing: Joshua x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of food and alcohol, emotional stress, reader is Conflicted

word count: 1.2k

summary: Things seem to have regained the normalcy they used to have before you met Mingyu. But for how long?

Author’s note: would you look at that i actually posted the third chapter💀it’s kinda short, but it’s a good break....before the chaos :)

Taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @mangogyu @billboard-singer @gaebestie @jaeyux @aurumness  @chwebychew

“Do you like it here, angel?”, Joshua takes a bite from his dish, asking you with a lovestruck glint in his eyes. “It’s wonderful, Shua”, you smile softly, taking a sip from your wine glass, swirling the bloody red liquid in it. “Have you been here before?”, “Only once, actually - it was when I first came to Korea, I really liked the atmosphere here and the smell of the food kinda pulled me in”, “How come you didn’t visit again?”, you ask, “I remember passing by a few months, but it was closed due to renovations and dumb me thought it was closed for good”, Joshua lets out a slightly defeated huff and you laugh at his expression.

“I bet it must have been a huge relief when you found out the renovations were over though”, you take a bite from your plate. ”Oh, you have no idea, baby. I booked the table as soon as I found out, I really wanted to come here with you”, he admits and you feel your heart swell with love as you look at your boyfriend, his eyes shaped into crescent moons, cheeks shining bright and his smile even brighter.

“You’re the sweetest I could ever have, Shua”, you reach out for his hand and he takes it without hesitation, his thumb gently brushing over the skin of your hand, his gaze momentarily fleeting over your empty ring finger.

“Shua, there’s something I wanna tell you”, you clear your throat, removing your hand from Joshua’s and smoothing over your dress. “What’s wrong, angel?”, his expression shifts from blissful to worried. 

I’ve been cheating on you with the asshole called Kim Mingyu, your brain screams, but the words that come out of your mouth are entirely different.

“I miss you. I miss the amount of time we used to spend together, whether it was in a different country or in our house, curled up under a blanket”, you say with a trembling voice, your fingers laced together, rubbing your knuckles - a thing you always do when you feel anxious. 

“I know, baby, I do too, believe me”, Joshua swallows, the tension getting thicker with each passing second. “I am at fault for this and I am fully aware”, “What? Shua, no-”, “Y/N, please let me finish”, he cuts you off and you nod, allowing him to continue. “Ever since Paris, I’ve been…caught up in my own world. Running around to set up everything for the exhibition, yet I’ve ignored the one person who has supported me since the beginning”, he explains, his voice laced with guilt, licking his lips nervously. “And that’s you, my love”, he takes your hands in his once more and you can feel the sincerity in his words pierce you through and through.

“Promise me, Y/N, promise me you’ll hold out just a little longer, only until the exhibition”, Joshua pleads, “This is all about you”. 

“I promise”, you squeeze his hands, “I trust you, Shua”, you smile at him and he lets out a sigh of relief, muttering a soft ‘thank you’, kissing your knuckles. “Now if you excuse me, but I need to go to the restroom”, you let out a laugh. “Of course, my lady”, Joshua lets go of your hands and you get up from the table, making a beeline for the restroom.

All about you.

Everything Joshua does is for you, you’re the center of his universe and he has proven it time and time again - even now, he’s trying his best to be with you, despite all the load of work that has piled up on his back.

The realization dawns on you and it’s enough to make you break down crying over the restroom sink, bringing your hands over your mouth to muffle your sobs. How could an angel like him be so madly in love with a pretentious person like you? 

Angel. One of the many nicknames Joshua calls you, but most likely his favorite, because that’s how he sees you. Ironic, isn’t it?

You lift your eyes up and they meet your reflection in the pristine mirror and it makes you feel like crying even harder because you look absolutely pitiful. Your mascara has started running down on your cheekbones (it wasn’t waterproof, apparently) and your eyes are blood red. If anything, you want to tidy yourself up so that Joshua won’t notice. Again.

It’s another sick repetition of today’s events, right before he returned home. Except this time you don’t have a certain someone threatening to expose you to your boyfriend.

You shake off all thoughts and take a few tissues from the box on the counter, patting them over the tap to wet them slightly and wipe your eyes clean of any mascara streaks, making yourself look decent enough. You exit the restroom and return to your table, Joshua welcoming you back with the same warm smile.

The rest of the evening passes by in a blur, your mood was somewhat lifted and no worries bothered you - you just enjoy your time with your boyfriend, laugh, drink and eat, until Joshua pays for the meal and you’re exiting the restaurant in a happy mood, his arm loosely draped over your waist as you make your way towards the car. 

The ride back home is smooth and filled with small talk, music playing in the background from the radio. Your head is a bit fuzzy from the wine, but you’re sober enough to understand what Joshua is saying and to respond to him. You probably dozed off at some point, because you did feel his hands softly shaking you, telling you that you’re finally home.

You’re in the bathroom, the turtleneck dress and strappy heels long gone, replaced by your silky pajamas, a pair of fuzzy slippers and a headband, doing your night time skincare as usual. Joshua comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“You smell really nice”, he mutters and kisses the side of your neck, making you squirm. “I’m still not done with my skincare, Mister”, you chuckle and pat his arms, turning around and looping your arms around his neck. “I had a lot of fun today”, you admit with a small smile. “I’m so glad to hear that, angel”, Joshua smiles back, “I promise you that we won’t be separated ever again after the exhibition”, he says with an almost hushed voice, his lips mere centimeters away from yours. It feels like time has stopped and you wish it could stay like this.

“Come on, finish up here and come lay with me”, he nods towards your shared bed and you let out a laugh, turning your back to him and going back to your skincare routine. 

Reliving the moments you shared during the dinner date with Joshua, you realize that the thing you have now with Mingyu has no future, despite the insane sexual chemistry you have with him. He’s not the one, Joshua is.

Until the exhibition, you think, I’ll do it after the exhibition.

As if you’re tied to each other telepathically, Joshua has made up his own mind as well, his eyes fixated on the small black square velvet box in his hands.

“Until the exhibition”, he says, “I’ll do it after the exhibition”.

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Space Heaters

Prompts: so your fic "grounded" reminded me of one of my favorite headcanons - that janus is coldblooded and remus a living space heater, means perfect for cuddling - and also of the fact that in some of your writings remus switches into soft clothes when he comforts someone - so i really would love to read something like that with dukeceit being soft? only if you wanna of course and your writing is always amazing no matter what you write 💛💛💛 - anon

Okay. So I don't know if this is where you're supposed to submit prompts or not, but since reading one of your latest Sander's Sides ficcs, I MUST have one about Roman being Janus's space heater, and I refuse to believe I'm the only one. - lifezvictory

Read on Ao3

Warnings: kinda hypothermia, not really, just cold snek

Pairings: roceit, dukexeit, kinda, can be platonic or romantic I don't care

Word Count: 2984

Creativity runs warm. 

It’s getting colder outside and the Mindscape isn’t exactly season-proof. 

Even Logan would agree that this is a logical choice of action.

Janus stifles a noise, curling further in on himself as the blankets rustle around him. He grits his teeth against the draft that threatens to slim under the top layers and tugs them closer, ignoring the way his arms protest the movement. 

It’s getting colder outside and the Mindscape isn’t exactly season-proof. 

The cover of blankets makes his breaths double back and hit him in the face. It’s an awful feeling, he decides, and he doesn’t want to feel it anymore but as soon as he pokes his head out from under the blankets, the cold rushes in and he whines, burying his head back underneath. 

It’s cold. It’s so cold. 

“Jan-Jan,” comes Remus’s voice from somewhere too far away, “we were supposed to do the thing today, where are you?”

Janus just sighs and resigns himself to suffering in his inadequate blanket nest. What he really needs are a lot of sweaters with people’s body heat trapped in them, but Virgil’s gone who knows where and Remus…well, Janus doesn’t exactly trust Remus to keep his sweaters clean. The blankets will have to do. 

“Snakey, where are you?” Remus is getting closer. “I have plans, and you said you would—oh.”

The way Remus suddenly stops talking and then stays silent tells Janus all he needs to know about what Remus is thinking. 

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the outer layers of the blanket nest start to shift and then he’s hissing as the chill hits his scales. 

“Snakey?” Remus’s face peeks in over the mound of blankets. “You okay in there?”

“Put it back,” Janus snarls, aiming for intimidating and missing by half a mile, “it’s cold.”

“Are you cold?”

“That’s what I just said. Now put it back.”

“Snakey, did you—how long have you been here?”

Grunting, Janus reaches out and tugs the blankets away from Remus, curling back up in his huddle. “I don’t know, Remus, now stop stealing my warmth.”

“Janus, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Oh. Oh, shit, Remus just used his full name. Oh, dear.

“…Remus, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Remus’s voice is even and serious and part of Janus is glad he’s already hiding so he doesn’t have to see his face. “If you’re cold and you’re not moving, your limbs are going to freeze up and you might seriously injure them. We need to get you warm.”

“What do you think,” Janus says through gritted teeth, “I’ve been trying to do?”

Remus sighs, almost too quiet to hear, before there’s a slight rocking of the blanket bundle. “Can I pick you up, Snakey?”

“Can you?”

“Don’t correct my grammar,” Remus warns, still speaking in his serious voice, “are you alright with being picked up or not?”

Janus huffs, breath doubling back on him. “I was asking if it were possible for you to—hey!”

Remus scoops him up like he weighs nothing, carrying him off down the hall in a wriggling pile of blanket and cold snake. Resigning himself to one, being carried, and two, not knowing where they’re going, Janus curls as much as he can into the blankets and—and—

“Easy,” Remus murmurs as Janus shudders with the sudden feeling of warmth radiating through the blankets, “easy, Snakey, it’s okay, we’re almost there.”

The sudden reemergence of the pet name shouldn’t make him feel warm either, but here they are. 

There’s a pause and the creak of a door opening before Remus sets him down on something soft, reaching for the blanket layers again. 

“I need to get these off of you,” he says quietly, “we need to see how you are.”

“But it’s cold.”

“Shh, shh, I know, Snakey, I know, but these—“ Remus tugs the blankets— “aren’t helping.  Clearly.”

“It’s better than nothing,” Janus whines, clinging to one of them as Remus begins to shift the blankets away, “and nothing else will keep me warm.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

Wait, what?

But before Janus can ask what exactly that means and why it didn’t sound like an innuendo at all, Remus pulls away all of the blankets but one and Janus whimpers, the cold striking his scales and trying to burrow under them. 

“Shh, shh, shh,” Remus murmurs, hands landing like irons on Janus’s shoulders, “hang on, Snakey, just hang on a minute for me. Just let me look at you for a second and then we’ll get you warm.”

“Hurry,” Janus croaks, “hurry, please, please, it hurts—“

“I know, Snakey, I know.”

He doesn’t know what Remus does or what it means, he only knows that staying still while the chill rushes over him is hurting and he’s doing this for Remus and he wants to be warm so badly but if Remus doesn’t hurry up and finish he’s going to cry. 

“Thank god,” Remus mumbles, “okay, you’re okay. Let’s get you warm now.”

About damn time, Janus wants to hiss, but only a burbled noise makes it out of his throat. He hears the sound of Remus snapping his fingers and then his hands are being picked up and rested on something warm and soft. 

“C’mon, Snakey, come steal my body heat.” Remus—it’s Remus he’s touching, how is he so warm— “that’s it, Snakey, you c’mere.”

Warmth under his hands turns into warm arms around him, scooping him up again like he weighs nothing and lying down. Different blankets are pulled over him, thick and warm, pressing down on him with a substantial weight this time. There’s a high-pitched noise coming from somewhere and he only realizes it’s him when the chest under him chuckles and Remus’s voice is calling him a little noisemaker. 

“It’s okay, Snakey,” he says after Janus buries his mortified face in the crook of Remus’s neck, “you don’t have to be embarrassed, you’re cold. It’s okay.”

“’S stupid.”

“No, you’re you and you get cold and you need cuddles to warm you up.” The warmth around him squeezes. “That’s okay.”

“You’re soft.”

“Mhm. You like soft things, so I’m soft now.”

“You’re warm.”

“Like a space heater. Which means there’s more than enough for you to snatch and hide away under all your scales.”

Janus shifts, hooking his chin over Remus’s shoulder and closing his eyes, letting the scaled side of his face rest against the warmth radiating from Remus’s nick. He wasn’t exaggerating, he really is a space heater. Janus can feel itself sinking further and further into Remus’s embrace. It’s almost like he’s lying on a sun-warmed rock, that’s how warm it is.

“Aw, thanks,” Remus chuckles when Janus makes to voice the thought out loud, squeezing him a little tighter and rubbing his cheek against the scales, “now, are you gonna need to stay here for a while?”

“I might not get up ever again,” comes the threat that’s only about half-empty. 

Remus chuckles. “Oh, Snakey, how long have you needed this?”

“Told you,” Janus manages, his voice beginning to slur from the onset of exhaustion, “dunno. Been…been cold.”

Remus is quiet for a moment. Then the arms around him move and shift and his head is being pulled back enough to look at his face. 

“Anytime you need to be cuddled,” he says, voice all serious again, “you come and you find me, okay? I don’t care what’s going on, if you need to get warmed up, you tell me.”

Janus just stares at him before nodding slowly. Remus nods back and pulls him in. 

“Now you go to sleep, Snakey, I can tell you want to.”

The last things he notices are the blankets pulled tighter around them, the shifting of  so Janus is fully on top of him, and the kiss pressed to his scales.

He could get used to this. 

————

It is winter and he is cold and he is hungry. 

Janus’s skin itches now when he accidentally brushes his arms against his sides. He wears his sleeves longer and thicker, his cape wrapped around him, folds his arms and his hands and remembers to keep them to himself. A barrier is better than nothing and those whom he would touch, has touched, he knows better now. 

He will not be needy, not when he has to keep his head. 

When the distance is there, he can hold it. But when it isn’t, oh, he wants, to drown himself in it until his ears fill and his eyes wither and his tongue turns black and falls out of his head. But that would be greedy and he will not be his worst self in the face of that greed. 

As you might be able to tell, Janus gets dramatic when he’s cold. 

He wouldn’t normally object to stealing body heat, no, he’s pressed himself up against Remus and Virgil and shamelessly stolen it, flirted with Logan and Patton to make them all warm and flustered, but he’s trying to be better about respecting boundaries and they—

They don’t trust him yet. 

That’s okay, he understands. 

So when he begins to sniffle at the end of the week, he ignores the aching burn in his hands by stuffing them into ticker gloves and hunching his shoulders against the mass of shoulder pats and hand clasps that surround him as he sinks out. He burns all the way to the Dark Sides’ living room, trembling hands excused with a weak smile about how cold it is outside. He can’t quite get his fingers around the door knob, fumbling with the handle, and shivers as he runs into the walls trying to find the light switch in the dark. 

By the time he struggles out of his coat and gloves, he is nothing more than tremors. His nose is raw from tissues, blistered from the cold, protesting even as he swallows the pills in his cabinet. 

His stomach turns at the thought of food so he doesn’t. His arms ache, his skin burns as he slumps against the walls. He has to get out of his work clothes, they’ll be such a hassle to clean if he ruins them. Softer clothes, easier clothes, clothes that can be ruined. Clothes that can be destroyed with a touch and no one would look. 

A sniffling and trembling mess huddles on his bed, blankets piled high until he feels that he can hardly breathe, but it’s not enough. The cold is young, yet older than he can name, lingering just under his skin where the blankets can’t reach it. It’s not enough, either, to fill the well of loneliness as he shifts, the sound of the blankets too loud in the room. His body is tired. He aches. The best he can manage is a low whine as he tries, tries, tries to get warm. 

The next tissue is filled with tears. 

His imagination is cruel as he tries to fall asleep, taunting him with the memories of seeing carefree touches and casual affection. A ruffle of someone’s hair, clapping them on the shoulder, linking arms as they walk. What does that feel like, it whispers, do you even remember?

Do you hate the process of asking for touch, it continues, undaunted by the whine that escapes his throat, because you know that they would never understand how much it means for you?

Is that why you refuse to allow yourself the permission for casual touch, because you know it means much more for you than it does for them?

He wants Remus but Remus isn’t here. 

As if it can hear his unspoken answer, or if it takes pity on the whine that emerges despondent from his throat, his closed eyes well up again as the phantom sensations of fingers carding though his hair makes him shudder. But the empty promise of someone being here, someone running their hand through his hair is enough to soothe the worst of the tremors. 

Perhaps he’s got a better control of the Imagination than he thought. 

His sleep-slack brain keeps going, imagining the hand brushing his hair back from his forehead. He imagines it lying there for a moment, the back of it resting against damp skin, checking is he has a fever. It lingers there for another minute before smoothing a few stray hairs out of the way. He mumbles, scrunching his eyes tighter to cling to whatever figure his longing has conjured. 

The hand pauses, and for a moment, he’s afraid it will disappear entirely, but then it moves again, somehow more carefully than before. It moves with purpose now, the pads of their fingers pressing gently against his scalp. 

“Janus?”

He must be exhausted, it sounds like someone is calling his name. The hand in his hair doesn’t stop, but it feels…warmer, now, somehow, as if there’s a weight to it. 

“Janus,” the imaginary voice calls again, “are you awake?”

“I thought I told you not to wake him up,” says another voice—what’s—what—

“You’re the one who’s yelling.” The voice softens, the hand passing over his forehead again. “You can open your eyes now, you can stop pretending.”

His eyes don’t want to. He wants them to be real. But…but…but…

“Hello, little snake” Roman says softly, his hand still brushing his hair back from his forehead, “you’re not well, are you?”

Janus blinks at him. Why…why is he here? Why is he touching him? He’s going to get sick—he tries to pull away but only succeeds in rucking up the covers a little. 

“Don’t move too much,” as the hand slides up to cup the back of his head, fingers tangled in the hair there, “you need to rest.”

“Which is why—“ Remus, that’s Remus— “he wasn’t supposed to wake you up.”

The hand on him is warm. It’s warm and it makes his head feel fuzzy and that means it was real. There was a hand that carded through his hair, there was a hand that carefully checked if he had a fever, there was a hand that stroked his head and oh, oh—it was real and—and—

“Does it hurt,” comes the voice, worried now, as a thumb swipes a tear from his cheek, “are you in pain?”

It burns. The memory of the touch on his face is almost more than he can bear. The hand pulls away and he whimpers, trying to chase it. 

He hears a rush of breath from above him and a rustle of fabric, then the hand returns, a thumb gently caressing his cheek. 

“You can have it,” Roman murmurs, “if touch is what you need, you can have it.”

If he were slightly more awake, slightly less unwell, or slightly less drunk on simple touch, he might question why he’s here, why Remus is here, why they’re in his room, or why Roman sounds sweet and worried. But he isn’t, and he can feel the questions leaving his mind the longer the hand stays on his face. 

“Hey, hey,” and now Roman sounds like he’s speaking to something precious, “don’t cry, little snake, it’s alright.”

He’s…crying? Roman’s other hand comes up to cup his face and yes, yes, he’s crying. 

“Shh, shh,” Roman whispers, leaning down to murmur the words right up against his forehead, “you’re alright, little snake. It’s okay.”

“Ro, if you get sick, I swear to god—“

“You and I both know we run way too hot for that.”

Janus whimpers. It’s not fair. The two of them have so much body heat and he has none. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Roman sighs, sliding one hand up to card through his hair, “you want to steal some body heat? Is that it?”

But Remus is busy. Remus is doing things and not here and Janus is still crying. 

“You can steal mine, little snake.”

What? 

Roman—Roman is letting him what?

“R-Roman?”

“Yeah?” Roman smiles at him. “You want to cuddle, little snake?”

A wounded noise leaves his throat before he can stop it and Roman chuckles, snapping his fingers and changing into a soft shirt and boxers. 

“Roman runs hotter than I do,” Remus’s voice says, “steal all of his so he doesn’t inflict it on me.”

Janus is not listening anymore because Roman is settling into bed next to him and it’s like having a furnace he can cuddle and Roman is not allowed to leave anymore. 

“Am I just an oversized teddy bear?” 

Remus chuckles at Roman’s bewilderment. “Oh, did I not mention that he gets a little…snuggly?”

“A little snuggly? Remus, I don’t think I could move if I tried.”

“That’s how you know you’re being cuddled right.”

“This explains so many things.”

“You might as well get comfy and go to sleep, you’re not getting up until he lets you out of there.”

“Oh, no,” Roman murmurs, sarcasm drawing sweetly over them like another blanket as warmsafecomfortable arms wrap around Janus, “what a tragedy, however will I survive?”

Janus would love to come up with a retort but his brain is currently sending out very strong warm good, sleep now signals and he just hums. 

He could get used to this. 

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[sansxfuckyou]

If I can't have everything, well then just give me a taste

Summary: A romance between a drummer and a bassist isn't exactly a frequent occurrence, it makes sense they'd try to be subtle about it while the singer gets all the stage play.

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied fucking, Ao3 port has a different set of warnings cause it has the cut scene I'm never putting on tumblr

Authors Note: Everyone say thank you to the entirety of NIN's With Teeth and Pretty Hate Machine for forcing my hand into writing day six which was fake/secret relationship, this time featuring a band AU because I can. Title from a Nine Inch Nails song. @sobredunia, pspspsps. I don't really have much to say about this one aside from the fact that it's shorter because I just grinded out 10K in under 24 hours. hhhh, not linking the Ao3 port cause I'm weak, but if you enjoyed consider dropping a reblog, they mean a lot to me

Dream pushed open the door of their tour van first, stumbling in and completely spent. George and Sapnap followed suite, almost equally spent, Georges fingers hurt and Sapnaps everything ached. They each took a seat somewhere in the van, Sapnap on the cool ground, Dream splayed across a bench and George sitting on the mini table.

"That was a great show," Dream said, he sounded winded as he slumped further into his seat.

Sapnap gave a hum of agreement, "Totally."

"We're gonna stop at a restaurant before our next gig right?" George asked, Dream and Sapnap both gave a nod.

"Absolutely," Dream said, "I'm thinking fast food, there's a dubshack around here somewhere right?"

"Dubshack," George echoes in a somewhat mocking tone, "It's an A&W Dream."

Dream rolled his eyes, "Would you rather a Burger King?"

"A&Dubshack sounds good to me," Sapnap said, "French fries, burgers, anything but MC Dogmeats."

George gave a hum of agreement, "Anything but."

"A&W it is," Dream said, letting a leg fall over the edge of the bench.

Sapnap pushed himself up off of the ground, "I'm gonna go get my drum kit."

"That's what the staff are for dude," Dream said.

"I'll help," George offered.

"You guys just wanna make out on the amps again don't you?" Dream asked, the lack of immediate response helped him piece it together, "Go ahead, just grab my mic and don't get caught."

"We know Dream," George chided.

"Oh do you really? Cause the last three times you've tried to make out backstage or fuck in a bathroom stall I had to bail you out and divert attention when the fans got too close," Dream said, propping himself on his elbows as he spoke, "They would lose interest if there was already co relations in the band so sit tight and stay secret."

Sapnap gave a small nod, a sheepish smile on his face, "Thanks for saving our asses by the way."

"Like, go be in love, have gay sex or whatever it is you two do when you're at the amps for far too long to just be making out," Dream said in an all too casual tone, "Just try not to get caught, there would be riots in the streets when all the fans find out your a thing."

"I suppose there is a possibility of rioting, but a drummer and a bassist falling in love could be the next big hit Dream," George said, a somewhat teasing lilt on his voice as he leaned against the door frame.

Dream raised a brow, "George, do you have any idea how unlikely that is?"

"I do," George said, "But a guy can dream can't he?"

The singer simply turned in to face the back of the bench.

"Me and Sapnap'll be back soon enough," George said before reaching out for the drummers hand, Sapnap gladly took it.

Sapnap gave a halfhearted wave, "See ya!"

The door slammed shut and Dream rolled off the bench and onto the icy floor. He gave a drawn out groan of annoyance.

"Those idiots are going to be the death of this band."

-/-/-/-

Sapnap woke up first, curled into George in a pile of blankets on a bed. His recollection of the prior night is hazy, he was spent, already worn out from the performance. But at least he feels physically clean, he took a shower, so did George, Georges hair smells a bit like strawberries. Sapnap tilted his head back to lean against Georges chest a little bit more and the bassist starts to rouse from his slumber.

He presses a sleepy kiss to Sapnaps forehead, "Love you so much, I think I forgot to say that last night."

Sapnap shrugged, "It's fine either way," He nudged Georges arms from where they wrapped against his torso.

"It's not, I never get to say I love you," George said, a hint of a yawn on his voice as he sat up a little bit, throwing the sheets away. He looked down to find himself in a hoodie that belonged to Sapnap, he glances over to find Sapnap wearing one of his own, "Jeez how out of it were we?"

"Super out of it," Sapnap said as he sat up and stretched his arms over his head.

"Next time we should just fuck in the van," George said, "The amp is fun and all but one day we're gonna wreck it."

Sapnap gives an amused hum, "Not my problem, I got percussion baby, no amount of waterlogging could wreck it."

"So you're offering we fuck on your kick drum next time?" George asked, almost teasingly, he knew the answer but he loved the way Sapnaps expression shifted.

Sapnap gives a faux gasp of offense, "Not on my drum kit, such debauchery shall never touch my beloved instrument."

"You hit it with sticks Sapnap," George said, "I've watched you break brand new drum sticks in the heat of the moment."

"It was a good song," Sapnap defended with this, "And you were hyping it up way too much for your own good with your bass."

"I guess that's on me," George said as he stood up and brushed down his pants, fuzzy and of the pajama varietal, "Dream!"

"What!?" Dream calls from the other end of the van in an almost exasperated tone.

"Just wanted to see if you were up!" George shouts back, he holds out a hand that Sapnap takes before standing up, his joints feel achy.

There isn't a response from Dream, a sign that he isn't in a mood to argue so soon.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air," Sapnap stated before making his way to the door, his footsteps were light.

Then he opened the door and somehow he didn't foresee the possibility of camera flashes to assault him so early in the morning. Hands instinctively raise to cover his face and he calls for George who rushes over in an instant as notepads and recording devices hit them in the face. A hundred questions come at once and they can't pick them apart in the slightest.

And then one strikes them like lightning.

"Sapnap! The lipstick on your neck?!"

They both go rigid at the accusation, George forgot to clean it off, Sapnap must've missed one or two lower down. He can't help the way he raises a hand to rest at his neck, where he knows the missed mark is. He opens his mouth to speak, he stutters over a couple words until someone wedges themselves between George and Sapnap from behind.

"What's all the ruckus?!" Dream snapped at the crowd, he sounded pissed, enraged even, "It's barely nine! Go bother someone else!"

They didn't leave, instead more photos and questions bombarded them. Dream didn't answer a single question, even the simple ones, he refused to give them a drop of information. He gently nudged back Sapnap and George who descended back into the tour van.

They watched tentatively from afar as Dream dealt with the paparazzi with as much class as a sleep deprived singer could. He slammed the door shut and it shakes the vans just barely with the ferocity behind the movements. He makes his way over to his friends and they finally get a chance to look at him and see, and see that he's wearing lipstick. Black lipstick. A tone usually reserved for George but sometimes given to Dream, like last night.

"Thanks," George managed.

"Clean your lipstick off next time and it won't get so awkward," Dream said, leaning forward and swiping his thumb across Georges lips, a smear of black comes off. He glances to Sapnap, "You too."

Sapnap nodded, "We were just tired."

"You two almost got caught, just be glad I act fast," Dream said, he sounded exasperated with George and Sapnaps obliviousness to how drastic their actions were, "But now they'll probably think we're in some polyamory."

George gave a somewhat perplexed look, "How?"

"Black lip stick is on Sapnaps neck, I'm wearing it, you're wearing it, that's all three of us," Dream said, "It's better than anything else I guess, but now we're gonna have to layer a fake thing on top of your secret thing? You two are the death of this band."

"Incorrect, we're the meat of the band," George stated.

"You can be both," Dream answered with, barely time to breath into between the sentences.

Sapnap gave a nervous sound, "So, recap real quick, me and George nearly got busted cause we did it and didn't clean up entirely," Dream nodded, gesturing vaguely for Sapnap to continue, "Paparazzi get us off guard and then you bust in, wearing Georges color, and now you're afraid that they think we're having threesomes?"

"Pretty much," Dream said.

"It'll take a while for word to spread," George tried to assure, unable to handle his friend in a paranoid funk for the day.

"It's gonna happen, and I just- how the hell are you gonna incorporate a drummer into stageplay?" Dream asked, confusion laced his voice at the idea alone.

Sapnap shrugged, "We'll work it out."

"Promise, me and Sapnap'll think of something," George said calmly, slinging an arm around Sapnaps shoulders as he spoke.

Dream took a steadying breath, "Thank you."

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